#just because Kirk looks so tiny

[blast-it-jim]

Some triumvirate doodles I digitalized/updated while going through my old sketch book

I have so many of different shows

And I’m doing all of them

[sp0o0kylights]

Give meee: an Eddie who went into a small little bookshop on an Indie trip and stumbled across an in person fandom meeting. 

It's mostly Star Trek, and also mostly women, but the stories they have are nothing like Eddie's ever read. 

He's barely a teenager, and already protective of himself and his real identity--but everything he's ever wanted is written down, right here, on a little zine with Kirk and Spock doodled on the cover. 

They’re not--it’s not obvious, that they’re what he is, but the story itself is blatant and Eddie ends up being so obviously close to tears, he accidentally outs himself without ever saying a word. 

(He also ends up on the mailing list, then being sent home with several hand printed copies of all kinds of zines.) 

Eddie would remain on this list well past his third senior year in high school. 

Past bats, and Vecna and Steve fucking Harrington. 

Flash forward to his first apartment.The tiny one he shares with Steve when they followed Nancy and Robin to college. 

Steve knows Eddie’s gay. 

Or rather, Steve has been told, but Eddie's still pretty clammed up about it. He's not yet where Robin is, ready to bemoan her loveless existence while draped over their crappy, thrifted couch.

He makes jokes and he flirts and he absolutely says things he shouldn't, but none of it is real. 

It's flash. Showmanship. 

It's the persona that yes, is him, but Eddie consciously built it. There’s nothing soft or gooey there, nothing anyone can use to hurt him. 

So when he comes home and sees that plain, padded envelope with the neatly printed label on the counter, torn wide open and flat without its contents?

 Eddie panics. 

His heart thunders in his chest, vision tunneling as adrenaline kicks through him. 

He wants to bolt-- should bolt--except ever since he almost died his brain no longer obeys him. 

Not when it comes to running, anyway. 

Instead it fights him to a standstill, freezing his feet right to the living room floor. 

The urge is still there. 

To run, and save face the cowards way. 

Vanish before Steve could get at a part of him that had once kept Eddie out of Wayne’s trailer for two days, until the old man had hunted him down and made him come home, huffing about how he’d love Eddie no matter what but he better never disappear like that again. 

(Which Eddie did anyway, and of everything that happened with Vecna, it’s that he regrets the most. The stories he heard of Wayne putting up posters. Squaring off with angry, too-righteous townies, and--)

A sniffle jerks him out of his thoughts. 

Eddie gasps, entirely unsure of when he stopped breathing. Stumbles back and turns, right in time for Steve to come out of his room and amble down their hallway. 

One hand rubs at his eyes, and the other is--the other has…

Eddie identifies the cheaply printed, stapled zine immediately. It's one he's wanted to read for a while now, solely because it features a story about Kirk and Spock being stuck in a cave together on a planet that has  bat-like, vicious animals on it. 

Kirk gets bitten after something goes wrong with the transporter and, look, it’s carthiatic okay!? Sue a guy for wanting to read a romance about a situation he identifies with! 

Steve looks up from the zine and startles. 

For a second his eyes go dark and flat, the same way Eddies and Robins and Nancy's and everyone's does when caught off guard. 

It's gone in a flash though, Steve visibly relaxing when he clocks that it's just Eddie. 

He keeps the zine pressed to his sweater clad chest,  and huffs out a laugh that's half forced and half pure relief.

“Fuck Eds, you scared me! I didn’t know you could be quiet.” 

“Uh huh.” Eddie manages, voice sounding totally and absolutely normal and not at all ten octaves higher than it usually is. 

They stare at each other for a second. Long enough that Steve's eyebrows crinkle in the middle, which is the first hint that he’s beginning to worry, and Eddie really cannot handle Steve being worried right now.  

“What's--” Eddie’s voice cracks and he coughs to recover. “what's that?” 

Steve frowns at him for a moment, until Eddie gestures at the zine in his hands. 

“Oh!”

Steve holds it up, as if to show it off. 

“It's a little book Robin got in the mail. It has a bunch of stories in it. They're normally boring as fuck but this one's from Star Trek.” 

Hearing the words ‘Star Trek’ out of Steve’s mouth shouldn’t be weird, not anymore, when Eddie and Dustin have been on a two man mission to nerdify Harrington as much as possible, but it still kicks like a mule to hear him say such things without any prompting. 

“You know what Star Trek is?”

“Eddie,” Steve tuts, tongue clicking in his mouth. “everyone knows what Star Trek is. It’s nerd shit, but like, old nerd shit. My grandparents used to watch it when I stayed over. This?” 

 He shakes the zine, so hard Eddie wants to snatch it away from him.

 “This isn't nerd shit. This is excellent.”

Steve gives the zine an appreciative glance and hell, maybe Eddie accidentally walked into another dimension. 

He’s been trying to get Steve to read more, rediscover the joys of books the public school system does its best to destroy, but until now Steve hasn’t really taken to it. 

Enjoys when Eddie reads aloud sometimes, and has started to bug Robin to do it for him too, but otherwise?

Eddie’s nerve seen him with anything that had the written word on it that wasn’t a cooking or car related magazine. 

“Honestly,” Steve’s saying, “I think Robs fucked up, this isn't her style at all. She’s gonna be pissed.” 

He eyes the thing appreciatively, like the gift it is. 

“I'm stealing it the second she figures that out.” He adds decisively. 

“You like it?” Eddie asks. 

“Mmm.” 

“Even though it's--it's got…Kirk…” 

Steve's frowning at him again. “What?” 

“It's queer man. It's really queer.” 

Steve peers at him, the crinkle back in his eyebrows. 

“I know. Wait, how do you--” 

And well. It’s now or never. 

“It's mine.” Eddie says in a rush.

“No it's not.” Steve scoffs, and okay, maybe this is a dream. Eddie pinched himself twice already, but perhaps a third time would wake him up?

(It does not.)

“it was even addressed to Robin. Well,” Steve has one hand on a hip now, his default position when arguing, “Robbie, but she goes by that sometimes.” 

Which Robin does, but not in the fucking mail.

Without a word, Eddie turns and goes for the envelope the zine came in. 

Steve follows, invading Eddie’s space to peer over his shoulder (and that’s Eddie’s fault too, that closeness, but he didn’t think it would be turned on him in a moment like this--) 

There's a sticker on the envelope’s label.

 It’s barely hanging on, half of it curled into the air.  Round and yellow, with little black lines, it becomes immediately obvious that one of Robin's smiley face stickers has migrated again. 

They're all over the apartment. Remnants of a phase she went through after she stole a roll of them from her and Steve’s job at a local toy store.

This one had clearly jumped ship from its original spot (likely on the ceiling somewhere), and was now firmly over the E in Eddie's name. 

‘Ddie’ still isn't exactly ‘Obbie’  but--

Steve leans around, snatching the envelope up and bringing it close to his face. 

Far too close, like he can't read it, eyes squinting as he examines the label--and suddenly Eddie knows exactly what happened. 

He laughs, an explosion of noise that's half hysterical and half disbelief. 

Steve looks at him. 

“What?” 

“Oh my God,” Eddie says, one finger jabbing in the air in the vague direction of Steve’s nose. “I told you you needed glasses!” 

“I do not!” Steve protests immediately, but his eyes are darting around the envelope. 

He’s scrambling to figure out what Eddie’s seeing, trying desperately to find a hole that can prove himself right. 

Eddie decides to help him, by plucking the smiley sticker off the envelope. 

“See?” He jeers, and shit okay, maybe his life isn’t over just yet. “It says Eddie, not Robbie!” 

“You guys have got to start using your government names for this shit.” Steve bitches, but it’s weak.

Eddie feels a grin coming on, and lets it overtake his face. 

“So...Kirk and Spock huh?” 

“They’re cute.” Steve defends instantly, before sighing his defeat and tossing the envelope on the table. 

The zine he keeps in his hands. 

Eddie crosses his arms and leans against their rickety table. “Even though they’re both guys?” 

“I thought we were past this!” Steve whines. “I went to a gay bar with Robin last weekend!” 

Which is news to Eddie. 

“You didn’t invite me?” He gasps, feigning hurt by putting a hand over his heart. 

Truthfully he still hasn’t fully recovered--is play acting himself, almost, but is rapidly coming around to the idea of Steve appreciating queer fanfiction. 

“We did!” Steve rolls his eyes so dramatically his whole head moves. “We absolutely did, You said,” 

Here Steve’s voice pitches into a mockery of Eddie’s  that he will not give him points for, even if it is a little hilarious, “Me? At some loser bar? Fuck no, I’ve got a campaign to write. Starbuck, don’t you have homework?” 

“I didn’t know that was a gay bar!” 

“You did! Robin told you!” 

“Okay well, I wasn’t listening!”  

“Clearly. I keep telling you we need a fucking--system or, I don’t know, a code word or something!”  

“Yeah well, when you wanna make us a safe word for conversations, big boy, you let me know.” 

They’re both laughing a little now, this argument veering into familiar territory, with Eddie not really listening and Steve mocking him for it later. (As well as vice versa, with startling regularity.) 

“You really like it though?”  Eddie says after the laughter winds down, gesturing to the zine still clutched in Steve’s hand. 

“Yeah.” Steve confirms, easy as he’s said anything else. Like this isn’t embarrassing, or almost worse than the time Wayne found Eddie’s porno mags and alphabetized them as a joke. 

“It's part of a mail tree. I’m supposed to send it on to the next person when I’m done with it. I make copies though,” Eddie rushes to add, because Steve is now clutching the little booklet to his chest in horror, as if Eddie was about to rip it out of his hands. “If you like I’ll show you my other ones?” 

Steve eases his grip, giving Eddie the little smile he makes that makes his stomach flip. 

“That’d be cool.” 

(Later, Steve pokes at Eddie’s thigh from where they’re both sprawled on Eddie’s bed, Steve having switched the new zine out for one of Eddie’s copies. “Are you going to laugh at me if I ask you to read some of these aloud?” 

“Only if you don’t laugh when I ask you to take me to that gay bar.” 

“Deal, but on the grounds you’re barred from making fun of my flirting attempts. Robin doing it was bad enough.” 

“Well you deserve it if you’re hitting on women at a gay bar, Stevie.” 

“I wasn't hitting on women you asshole.” Steve says and oh.

Oh.

Eddie feels the floor drop out from under him for the second time that day. 

At least this time it’s not fear that thunders through him, but possibility.) 

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“Bull-fucking-shit,” Eddie leans in further towards you from the opposite side of the table, pressing his rings against the wooden surface, “Everyone has a crush on at least someone.”

He’d asked you whether you liked anyone or not many times before, and each time you instantly denied his query. But he was right, it was bullshit. And he could tell. Usually he didn’t push, just changed the subject to something innocent, but today he was impatient, but he’d wondered what you type was for too long, and today, he planned to find out.

Although the chances were that you were into the mainstream, stereotypical, hot guys, Eddie had a tiny ray of hope that maybe he was your type.

“‘Kay, uh…” He thinks for a moment from across the table, then smiles, “How ‘bout a celebrity? Or fictional character?”

You sigh huffily, ignoring him and turning your gaze to the pile of homework you were supposed to be helping him with. He gets up and sits abruptly down next to you.

Eddie grabs your chin and turns your head to his face, and your eyes peel hesitantly away from the incomplete work to his. He’s got his puppy-eyes in action. His melted caramel puppy-eyes.

“Fine,” You give in, and he straightens up, excited, “I’ll compromise; I tell you a celebrity crush of mine, and you have to study,” You press a finger firmly into the pages laid on the table, “otherwise you can say bye-bye to graduation.”

His nods his head eagerly, awaiting your confession. You take a deep breath in, preparing yourself for the inevitable teasing that will come out of this.

“Kirk.”

“I require a last name.”

“Ham-“

He leaps out of his seat and jogs around the bench in a frenzy. “HAMMET? KIRK HAMMET?”

You nod, suppressing a laugh, because he looks as if he just shit himself. Maybe he did.

“HOLY SHIT!” He runs his hands through his hair in bewilderment, “THIS… THIS IS A GROUNDBREAKING DISCOVERY! I- I MEAN… CHECK MY PULSE!”

He grabbed you wrist, placing your palm on this chest. His heart rate was soaring, thumping underneath your hand.

“Christ, Eds! Calm down!” You pull your palm away from his faded Whitesnake shirt, secretly not wanting to, and he plops himself back down next to you. You begin to flick through the pages of the unfinished homework.

“So why Kirk?”

“Huh?” You glance at him, then back down.

“Why Kirk of all people? Most girls are into… What? Like, Tom Cruise? Brad Pitt, Ralph Macchio, Rob Lowe-“

“Hey, stop right there.” You hold up your hand, “Rob is a heartthrob, for sure, but doesn’t matter because Kirk is top-fucking-tier and beats, like, ninety percent of the competition.”

Your answer felt so close to home. Eddie was beaming. Kirk was a certified metalhead, so was Eddie. They had the same style, liked the same music. And they both had rocking personalities. You we’re practically confessing your love to him, and all of a sudden, Eddie felt like he actually had a shot with you. Maybe he bet ninety percent of the competition. It could be why you stuck around, because nobody else did.

[1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt]

Today on popping the corn and feeding the children, what do you folks think of this discussion? :)

I'm always curious to hear what other Trek fans, especially queer Trek fans, think about our place in Trek history and how we fare as the queer participants within our fandom. What have your experiences been like?

Overwhelmingly I've found a great reception and a welcoming attitude, but I admit that has increased considerably since the 90s. However, there are still some Trek fans who seem to be vehemently in denial about queer history in Star Trek, or the fact that anyone who has worked on Trek has pro-LGBT attitudes. This always surprises me considering some of the blatant queer content we have already seen in Star Trek such as the Jadzia Dax and Lenara Kahn kiss.

Anyway, I enjoyed the discussion that followed and seeing the overwhelming outpouring of support coming from Star Trek fans in response to this thread.

Here was my two cents contribution:

"No, what they said was factual.

Have you forgotten Nichelle Nichols was indeed an African American woman in the core seven bridge crew back in 1966?

Or the fact that Gene Roddenberry went out of his way to write The Motion Picture Novel, creating the term "T'hy'la: friend, brother, lover" so that fans could choose which interpretations of Kirk and Spock they saw fit? He also embraced K/S fans and hired a number of them to write the earliest Star Trek novels, including the very first official one (The New Voyages Vol. 1 & 2) which included slash fiction as well as Gene's approval/forward in the books.

In case anyone has forgotten, here's a little bit of background on Gene Roddenberry and his perspectives on queerness in Star Trek.

He admitted that in his early life he was very affected by how society and culture treated the LGBT community, and that he too found himself subjugating and judging others for that lifestyle because it was what people did at that time. As he got older and had more life experience, he began working with a number of queer artists in Hollywood -- and through TOS, a number of queer individuals began asking questions about Kirk and Spock.

Instead of vehemently shutting down this perspective, Roddenberry was intrigued, and saw potential to tap into a large audience (LGBT) that most others didn't want to go near or acknowledge publicity-wise. He saw it as an opportunity to expand the fanbase while also pushing yet another envelope.

But with the heat already on the show for what they'd already pushed, he found he was often stuck between what he'd like to do and what production would let him get away with. There are a number of Kirk and Spock scenes in scripts that got cut out for leaning a little too obviously romantic. Tiny trickles of that content still made it in were infamous moments like the backrub scene in Shore Leave. Even the 2009 movie had a K/S moment while Spock Prime and Kelvin Spock talked that was written and filmed that was cut out of the final product.

Queer subtext and coding has always been relentlessly weeded away at with an excuse ready to go for why they always try to cut us out, but we all know it's because they are scared of the homophobic backlash and ratings hits. Look how violently homophobes went after the gay romance episode of The Last of Us **just this year**. This has always been our reality, so for someone like Roddenberry to make efforts in the 70s? That was massive.

But Gene as well as the queer/slash Trek community managed to accomplish some things in the 70s which I'm surprised more folks don't talk about or give much credit.

In the same TMP novel which features "T'hy'la" and the famous footnote, Gene cleverly wrote Kirk with a bisexual/pansexual lens: Kirk describes himself as *preferring* women but being open to "physical love in **any** of its many Earthly, alien, and mixed forms." (Direct quote from Genes book). Basically, Captain Kirk was DTF with whoever if there was a connection, which was a very progressive take for a character in a novel written in 1979, but made sense for the future which would have a lot less hang ups about sex and love compared to our current rather puritan/conservative society.

I also prefer women, but I married a man. Shout out to Gene Roddenberry for giving us a seat at the table back in the 70's when folks *still* try to insist there is no place for K/S or queer concepts in Trek, because he made efforts -- however small -- to employ queer people and show queer perspectives. According to David Gerrold, LGBT+ representation was a big thing that Gene personally pushed for in TNG and wanted various depictions of love/couples in the Risa scenes, to name one example.

In the 70s, fanzines led to meetings and swapped fanmade magazines, which got so big that they needed hotel centers, then convention centers, then one day the TOS cast came to one and what we know as modern fan conventions were born -- inspiring even George Lucas who attended Trek conventions in the 70s and saw how popular Trek was in syndication; it was a great climate to launch his Space Opera. Star Wars then became so huge that we got TMP.

But none of that would have happened without the level of organization, passion, and creativity that those fans poured into Star Trek and their characters after it got cancelled and went into syndication.

Without queer folks we wouldn't have George Takei, Theodore Sturgeon who gave us Tribbles, Bill Theiss and his amazing TOS costumes, Mike Minor's art direction, Merritt Butrick, David Gerrold (writer for TOS, TAS, TNG) to name a few of many queer contributors to Trek that Roddenberry respected and tried to go to bat for wherever he could in a climate that was absolutely impossible to gain an inch in.

At a time during the 70s and 80s when so many people resented and feared the queer community and wanted us to disappear, especially in the 80s during the AIDS epidemic which many homophobes claimed was "God's punishment to the gay community" or "Gods's answer" to our "hedonism", thinking we'd gotten our just desserts and should just disappear . . .

During that time, Gene Roddenberry gave us queer folks a place to say: "You know what? Sure. Write your stories. TV says you guys shouldn't exist, they pull books with queer people off the shelves and burn them. Laws exist specifically to forbid you guys from loving each other, and call you mentally ill. You can't even hold hands in public. But I'm going to validate you guys and invite you to write novels or work for me, try to see what we can get by production, and allow you to see yourselves in my characters if you want to. There's a place for you in our fandom."

He gave us bi/pan Kirk, he gave us K/S is open to interpretation. In Phase 2 Kirk's surviving nephew Peter, son of his brother Sam from Operation: Annihilate!, was going to be written as gay and living on the Enterprise with his partner -- that also got chopped and reworked into a script that wouldn't get used until decades later. That was huge at a time that being queer was officially listed as a mental illness, and villainized due to the AIDS crisis.

So before you try to dismiss or tell K/S + queer Trek fans whether or not they deserve a seat at the table, remember that Gene Roddenberry was among the **first** to pull that seat out for us in a climate that was ruthlessly against LGBT+ folks." -- 1Shirt2ShirtRedShirtDeadShirt

P.S: Have some cute bisexual/pansexual K/S pride gifs. :) Pride month is a hop, skip and a jump away.

LLAP!🖖💚

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hii, could you please do a dom fem reader x sub Kirk?? And maybe the use of their safe word if it becomes to much for him. …And possibly some comfort afterwards?? Sorry if this is too much😭🫶

(btw I love your fics sm<3)

A/n: Tiny Kirk, precious Kirk, protect Kirk

Warnings: Smut, angst, use of safe word, dom!sub dynamics, use of toys, overstimulation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You'd always been the dominant one in the relationship but you were always so caring about Kirk as well. It was never a 'brat taming' thing, in the beginning all it was was vanilla stuff with you giving him instructions since you were the more experienced one.

It started as just that and nothing more but you found that it made the both of you enjoy it so much more, as time progressed and you got more comfortable in the relationship you started trying out more things.

You had his wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts, a cloth over his eyes making him even more vulnerable to your touch. You'd pulled more orgasms from him than you could remember and still you weren't done.

Used toys were scattered around the room, lying on the cum soaked sheets that Kirk lay helplessly in while you hover over him, straddling his lap and grinding against him at a painfully slow pace.

Kirk was whining, tears soaking into the cloth over his eyes. “Please… please, it-it hurts.” He muttered, quiet sobs leaving him.

“Oh, does it?” You asked in a mocking tone. “It hurts when mommy uses her good boy?” He nodded, a wonky copy of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Want back inside mommy, don't you?" He whined loudly, tugging on his restraints.

“Please, mommy, I-I can’t…”

“Mmh… I think you can.” You trailed you hand up his stomach, lightly grazing your nails over his sensitive skin. You lifted your hips and sank down on his length, a low moan leaving you while Kirk cried out beneath you.

"Fuck! Fuck, mommy-mommy! I-I can't- it-it hurts." He whined, a sob leaving him. You laughed at how pathetic he looked beneath you, crying and weak, drool spilling past his lips and down his cheeks. A soft gasp left you as you started moving your hips, riding his pulsing cock. "Fuck, no, no, no, mommy, stop, mommy-mommy, please!" He cried.

Again you laughed at him. "Oh, look at you, sweet boy, whining and begging for mommy, huh?" You teased. "You're a good boy, aren't you?" He thought for a moment before shaking his head.

“Blue, please, blue.” He said, choking back sobs. You paused for a second as you processed what he said.

When you did you quickly got off of him and took off his blindfold before undoing the restraints. He curled in on himself, pulling a pillow tight to himself. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to.” You said, gently running your fingers through his hair. Kirk cried into the pillow, muffling his sounds slightly. You bit your lip. “Do you want a bath..?” You asked, rubbing his arm. He shook his head. “Well, we gotta get you clean…”

Kirk sniffled and looked up at you. “It-it’s too late to have a bath…” He mumbled. His eyes were wet and heartbroken, you just wanted to kiss him better and make it all go away.

You shook your head. “It’s not too late, we don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow, you can have a bath.”

“Really..?” You nodded.

You leaned down and kissed his forehead before going to get a bath ready for him, bath salts, bubbles, candles, the works.

You helped him to the bathroom, letting him lean on you because of how weak his legs were. Cum was dripping down him, mixing with the thin layer of sweat coating him. His chest, stomach and thighs were all a mess. You helped him wipe it all off before getting in the bath.

You sat outside the bath, playing with his hair. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." You said in a soft voice. "I should've been nicer to you, yeah?" He gave a small nod. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you." You said with a smile, kissing his temple.

You stared at him a moment, his puffy eyes closed, bruised lips parted slightly as soft breaths left him. "I love you, you know that?" He gave a small nod. You wanted a verbal answer but figured he was too tired. "You can sleep, I'll keep an eye on you while you're in here." He leaned back, relaxing into the warm, bubbly water.

Even though he was asleep you made sure to continue praising him and telling you how much you loved him, how sorry you were. He might not hear it but you couldn't risk him not knowing.

[bonesfucker3000]

my top 10 fave Star Trek characters 😍

(I just recently became obsessed with Data and I only watched TOS and I'm on S2 ep6 of TNG currently)

I have great taste I know-

Bones...DUH (look at my username dawg and just half of my posts on here, I AM VERY NOT SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM)

Data (HES JUST SO- AGHHHHHHH, sorry Chekov but you had been demoted-)

Chekov (I relate to this lil ruskie shit to an unholy amount and hes such a fun and underrated character)

Q (I only saw this diva in 2 episodes but I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, also literally me)

Kirk (been my favourite the first time I ever watched anything ST related, would had been 4th place but i just like Q a tiny bit more, also literally me)

Spock (this is self explanatory, I love this pointy eared guy alot :3)

Picard (Omg literal Dilf material)

Sulu (the literal reason why I gave the original series a go because I watched the naked time and- HGFGGDFGGG also just an underrated and great character)

Worf (also literally me...I may relate to him more than Chekov-)

Geordi (ughhhh he's so cute and his relationship with Data is just so AAAA)

(Honourable mentions to Yar, Troi, Riker and Uhura)

[fortheloveoflatinum]

Watching Star Trek: The Motion Picture - Part the First

✨ YES to Spock with long hair. I hold out the hope we'll get a SNW version of long-haired Spock because he is beautiful even in a wig.

✨ YES to Bones calling Kirk 'Jim' because the unresolved sexual tension between them is definitely A Thing TM. And YES to Kirk saying, "I need you. Damn it, Bones. I need you. Badly." Um I don't know about you but most of the time that's how smut starts. It's as if they literally lifted the line straight from the pages of an erotica novel.

✨ Definitely yes to all the tiny lil astronauts flying about as if space-fashion hadn't changed much since the year 1979 but doing flips because it's actually 2269.

🌌 Definite NO to all the orange suits tho. I mean if imma go to space, I'm gonna want something sleek and fashionable to wear and not some clunky suit from the pre-digital era and remind me again how Discovery took place BEFORE all this.... And seemed to have better space suits....

✨ The soundtrack is literally the best part of the film so far. Other than the scene between Jim and Bones because that was kinda hot.

🌌 Just noticed that Disco reused the 'OH NO something is on an intercept course with Earth and we're the ONLY people in the entire GALAXY who can stop them.' Old trope, I guess. Tried and (sometimes) true. Always foiled. Without fail. So predictable at this point you could bet your last strip of latinum that Earth would be alright in the end. Just saying.

✨ Oooh and the little look that Kirk & McCoy exchange after Spock leaves the bridge is everything. What is our Vulcan doing? Find out in the next edition of this post, coming soon to a dashboard near you.

Caption of the GIF for all the Captains out there who can't see it: James T. Kirk in profile, wearing one of those blue pajama uniforms from Star Trek: The Motion Picture, reaching out his hand to a bearded McCoy, who is wearing a greyish V-neck that drives up the rating of this GIF to TV-14. Kirk is seen thrusting his hand forward forcefully, and McCoy (after a moment of hesitation) takes it. End scene.

[boundbyeclipse]

vintage love.

genre : fluff

word count : 1.7k

tags : robert x fem!reader, some swearing, use of alcohol, other members featured, overall just a softie robbie 🥺

a/n : i am finally back to writing after a few months of being absent from tumblr. it feels amazing to be back!

+ thanks to my 👻 anon who sent the very first request for metallica! here is what i wrote according to what my anonnie wanted (hopefully it is the way it should be!) please let me know if this was okay! 🤍

“You got it done on time?”

“Yes, all of your guitars are tuned and ready to go” you happily raised your fist in the air.

“Alright, perfect. Let’s rock” James said.

Smiling at the four guys putting their ear-ins before taking off, you leaned against a small table that had some water bottles on it. The TV was on and you could not wait to see them perform live. Though it wasn’t your first time watching - you have been working as their staff for the past five years and you took care of the guitars. Tuning them, changing the strings, making sure the straps were put on tight, and also helped with minor details like handing out towels to the guys to wipe the sweat off after the show was done. The touring was kind of exhausting, having to switch between cities and countries wasn’t an easy task but you loved this job, so there was nothing you complained about.

Especially when Robert was a super close friend of yours.

It was never sad with him around - he would always make silly faces or tell jokes to cheer you up if you needed it, always went out with you and the rest of the band after shows, and always helped you under any circumstances. Your bond was immaculate and some people even mistook you both for a couple, but you weren’t one. They would only get the answers that left them disappointed.

So was Rob. But that thought never crossed your mind. As much as you found him attractive, he was super talented, such a good friend and in general - a soft human being, you didn’t want to get too attached to the point you’d fall for him. It’s your best friend and you also work for him. Doesn’t sound too good, does it? Even if you had a tiny crush on him, you always pushed it away and stayed professional. Or, tried to.

You got so lost in your mind that the concert was over way quicker than you could blink. And there the guys were - backstage, show finished, smiles on their faces and sweat dripping down their foreheads.

“Someone’s out swimming in the clouds” Kirk noticed your expression and had to make a comment about it.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry” you snapped out of it and gave them a smile while the blush of embarrassment crept upon your cheeks. You quickly handed out the towels to them and looked into Rob’s eyes for a mere second too long.

He raised his eyebrow at you.

“Something you wanna say?”

“Uh, yeah. The show was fantastic” you replied in a hurry but he caught on straight away. He just knew you too well because of all those years you’ve been around each other. He chuckled.

“Little bird, you’re totally lying right now”

Caught, you sigh.

“Shut up. I zoned out a little, okay?”

He smiled at you as he put the towel on the back of his neck and left it there to rest. He wondered in his mind why you zoned out, because you never really did that during the shows, and especially why you gave him that interesting look earlier. He knew that if he could, he would say his shit right now in front of everybody, but no, it’s maybe best to just not. And with that, he brushed off the idea and all of you headed to a different room where you plopped on the couch, while James and Rob went to their showers, and you were left to chat with Kirk and Lars.

“Man, I think this concert, this exact one tonight was just one hell of a show. We outdid ourselves” Lars spoke as he sipped on some soda.

“Oh, for sure. So far on this tour, this one was the best” Kirk nodded in agreement.

Lars suddenly snapped his fingers as he raised his eyebrows and looked at you, and then at Kirk.

“You know, why don’t we celebrate that shit? Go out for some drinks, enjoy the afternoon, what do you say?”

Exchanging the looks with them, you shrugged but said yes, while the doe eyed boy said no because he’s too tired. As soon as Rob and James came back they received the same question but only Rob was down to go.

“I guess we’ll be fine as a trio” he said.

You all sat in a taxi and made your way to the closest bar possible to the hotel that all of you were staying after the concert. It was best you weren’t too far because if the boys get too drunk, you’ll be the ‘mother’ of two kids. And of course, you did not want that.

The bar was almost full, but you three still found free seats at the very back of it. Red vintage leather seats and cozy interior, warm-toned lights and some background music for the mood. You loved it all.

You ordered a glass of red wine, while the boys got themselves some beer, chatting and telling you some funny stories. But all that time you just couldn’t get your eyes off of Rob. Was it the wine that made you just slightly more vulnerable? Or was it the atmosphere in this bar that made you feel less shy? Who knows, but Rob seemed to be falling under the same umbrella as the time went by.

His brown eyes were sparkly, hair silky and smile contagious as he laughed at Lars’s anecdotes. You only hoped to god that neither of them notices how much your eyes are glued on Rob. But maybe they won’t, considering how much fun they’re having right now with some alcohol in their systems. As for you, two glasses of wine were enough as you didn’t want to be hungover for tomorrow. So just as you had thought earlier, it was time to take your ‘kids’ back to the hotel.

Saying goodnight to everyone you made your way to your own room, 317, which was right next to Rob’s - 318. He just stood there, leaning against the door frame and gazed at you with half shut eyes.

“What? Go to sleep, fucker” you jokingly called him that before opening your hotel room door, but stopped immediately after you heard him call out your name.

“Hm?”

“I wanna talk to you” he admitted, looking at the floor and then pressing his lips together in nervousness.

You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, not sure how to react to this. He’s still a bit drunk, so he’s either going to blabber some nonsense or prank you, or who knows what he’s got up the sleeve. But you gave in and joined him in his room, sitting down at the end of the bed and crossing your legs as he sat next to you.

“You know, if you weren’t Robert, but Lars, I wouldn’t have brought my ass here”

“Hey, my dude deserves some respect too” he laughed lightly, and you did too, knowing it wasn’t the first time you joked about something like that.

“He does. We love him”

He nodded.

“On the other note, the reason why I wanted to talk to you is… Well, damn it, this is tougher than I imagined,” he chuckled, “you’re my close friend, also my staff, have known you for quite some time now and… I just need to tell you one thing”

You couldn’t really understand what was going on, but your first instinct was to grab his hand and give him comfort and support.

“Rob, don’t tell me you want to quit this”

“No, no. Absolutely not. It’s not about that. There’s something else I haven’t told you about. The boys, by the way, they know already”

He took a deep breath. Little dizzy but okay, he collected himself before speaking up.

“All this time I always thought about how to tell you. But I never found the time or the perfect chance to do so and I felt like tonight is the lucky night. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s pushing me forward to talk, I don’t know. So, how would you feel if I told you that your friend with this long ass hair and beer running through his veins told you that he liked you?”

You sat there in awe, hardly able to believe and process what just had happened. Did he just confess to you?

“Rob… Are you sure you’re not just drunk and saying whatever?”

“No. I actually mean it”

“You do?”

He nodded, a small smile curving on his lips. You felt yourself breaking into one too as a giggle echoed in the room.

“It’s funny. Because all this time, I always tried to just do my job and be a friend to you, but somewhere deep inside I just had that little flutter everytime our eyes met. I never showed it, I hid it, because I thought about the way it could affect everything. Never in my life would I have guessed that you like me. But now that you said it, I can’t help but confess that I do feel that way too, Robbie”

His face softened at your words, and you could not believe that this just happened. If he never brought it up, you probably would have never spoken up first. But here you are, looking into his eyes, smiling widely, heartbeat faster than ever and palms sweating.

He cupped your cheek, caressing it with his thumb as you wrapped your hand around his wrist, leaning into the touch.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked hesitantly.

“But not for long. The scent of beer is still coming off you” you laughed, leaning in as your lips collided in a sweet, short but passionate kiss. You loved the softness of his hair and played with it for the short amount of time that the kiss lasted.

When he pulled away, he apologized for tasting like beer but you said it was alright. It wasn’t too bad anyway.

And on that night, both of you went to sleep in your beds with smiles on your faces, finally knowing the truth and being happy that these feelings flow from both ways.

[love-and-hisses]

These little monkeys are 7 weeks old! The boys are now over 2 pounds/.91 kg. You can see their updated weight chart here:

Also about that spreadsheet is that if you look at the tabs at the bottom of the page, there's a "comparative weights" spreadsheet so you can see how they compare to previous litters at the same age.

Someone was asking about the kittens' personalities this week, so here's a very quick description of each kitten (you can take it as a given that each kitten is the most wonderful kitten ever, of course.) There are NO bonded pairs among this litter, everyone is good buddies with everyone else.

Kirk is Mr. Chill Dude - he's super nosy, wants to be in the middle of what you're doing, but you can do anything to him and he's just like "Okay, man." I've had to give him two baths in the past few weeks as he perfected his litterbox skills (which he has done), and both times he was perfectly fine, not a complaint out of him.

Spock is initially timid, but gets over it quickly; his Daddy must have been a Jumping Bean, because he will race and jump and skitter in every random direction. He is NUTS (in the best way.) In his own way he's as calm as Kirk is - I can pick him up, flip him over and he just shrugs and goes with it.

Janeway always greets me at the door and is so happy to see me. She has a super reactive tail that floofs at the slightest surprise or startle (JUST her tail). She is a silly little goofball, sweet, and loves to be kissed. She loves to jump on her siblings (and her mama) and wrestle (well, they all like to do that.)

Kes marches to the beat of her own drum and does things in her own time and her own way. She's everyone's best friend and will snuggle with whichever kitten is around. She tends to go off and snooze by herself, but is someone wants to join her, she is A-OK with that.

Troi is a sweet little chill girl with a very feisty side; I can pick her up and kiss her 1,000 times and she tolerates it with good cheer. She has no idea she's tiny - she will jump on her siblings, wipe the floor with them, and then stroll away smiling.

(Pic & description of mama Uhura will be up later.)

[triptuckers]

scars - jim kirk

Request: yes! "Hi I just discovered your blog and binge read everything. I’m watching Star Trek strange new worlds and it made me want to do a one word blurb request for Jim kirk with the word scars. Idk if I’m supposed to give an idea for it. If so maybe him and reader bonding over telling stories about what caused the scars. If we’re not supposed to do ideas I’m sure you’ll come up with singing brilliant. Either way continue the amazing writing !🫶🏻" Pairing:  jim kirk x reader Summary:  you and jim tell each other about your scars Warnings:  mentions of scars, mentions of blood, like one swear wordWord count:  780 A/N: thank you so much for this request!! <3 I've yet to watch last weeks snw episode bc I was on holiday and me and my dad have a tradition to watch it on Friday but I miss my silly little space people so I'm gonna ask if we can watch it sooner 💅🏻 enjoy reading!

'that was the most intense day ever.' you say as you roll your shoulders and then take off your boots.

behind you, jim chuckles as he enters his quarters as well.

'you stayed in you lab all day, how intense could it have been?' he says.

you give him a look over your shoulder. 'why don't you spend an entire day in a lab with spock telling you what to do and then see if you're still your happy energetic self.'

jim laughs and pulls you in for a hug. 'alright I'll give you that.' he says, kissing the top of your head. 'why don't you take a shower and then we go to bed early?'

'sounds like a great plan.' you say.

jim was right, a warm shower helps. you close your eyes as you soak up the feeling of peace. after a while, you leave the shower, walking toward jim's closet to get a shirt to sleep in.

you get out the first one you see and pull it on before walking toward the bed.

'you know I don't mind, right?' says jim as you lay down next to him.

you frown. 'don't mind what?'

'your scars. there's no need to hide them from me.'

'oh... I just don't like them, that's all.' you say quietly. 'they remind me of times when I wasn't strong enough. like that time during an away mission when half of us didn't make it back to the ship.'

now it's jim's turn to frown. 'not strong enough?' he says.

you shrug. 'if I was stronger I wouldn't have scars.'

'baby, you've got scars because you fought. you're still here. that doesn't make you weak.'

'thanks.' you say softly.

jim reaches out as if to pull you closer, but instead holds his arm in the air.

'what?' you say.

instead of saying something, he points to a thin line on the inside of his upper arm.

you reach out and trace one of your fingers along the thin scar.

'didn't know you had that.' you say softly.

'well that's because you hardly notice my inner arm when I'm not wearing a shirt.' says jim, earning a chuckle from you.

'when did you get it?' you ask.

'three years ago. I thought it would be cool to be able to fight with knives. you know, old school.'

'and?'

'and I lasted precisely one training sessions. sliced open my own arm. lost quite a lot of blood even though it was a shallow cut. never tried fighting with knives again. I'll stick to a phaser or my fists.'

you laugh at his story, tracing the scar once more.

'I don't just have bad ones, you know.' you say. 'I've got one on my nose as well.'

'no you don't.'

'yes I do.'

you lean in closer to jim's face and watch his eyes as he studies your nose.

'it's very faint.' you say.

jim narrows his eyes as he looks closer. you can see the moment in his eyes when he sees it, a twinkle appearing in his eyes.

'it's tiny.' he says, pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose where the scar is.

you smile at him.

'I swear I've never seen it before, though.' he says. 'how did you-' 'walked into a broken door.'

jim laughs out loud. you smile and shake your head, thinking back to the memory.

next to you jim is still laughing as you tell the story. about how you were working a double shift and were totally focused on the padd in your hands. how you didn't see or hear someone warning you the sensor of the automatic door needed fixing. and how it resulted into you walking face first into the door.

jim wipes away a tear that escaped his eye, still chuckling at the story.

'christine was in a state when I entered medbay that day.' you say. 'there was blood all over my face. I had a swollen nose and a black eye for two weeks.'

jim pulls you in closer and kisses your nose again.

'still think scars make me strong?' you say.

'oh, yeah, definitely.' says jim. 'next time watch out for broken doors, though.'

you playfully shove him. 'oh fuck off, you.' you say, but there's a smile on your lips. 'thank you.'

'for what?'

'just... thanks. night jim.'

'goodnight baby, don't dream of broken doors.'

jim inhales sharply as you firmly press your cold feet against his legs underneath the covers.

'mean.' he says.

'deserved.' you say.

jim laughs softly as he pulls you closer. you lay your head on your chest and fall asleep listening to his heartbeat.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

Essay: Post-Holidays, I see my Uncle's "Strange New Girls" Hate Watch in a Whole New Light.

No that is not a typo, that is actually what he calls SNW. And my macho-loving Kirk-fanboi of an uncle has been hate watching it religiously. The last time he hated a Star Trek show (DIS) he just didn't watch it. So this opposite response to SNW fascinates me. He talks big talk about there being too many women on the Bridge and hates on La'an with a particular vehemence, both because she's permitted in Starfleet despite a direct relation to the augments' leader and because she's a tiny lady running security. (I can't separate the more reasonable perspective from the sexist one, the man is both.) At first I took his persistent critiques of the SNW crew as a very straightforward anti-women enmity, until Christmas when he came out with the following bomb-shell.

"We just watched Voyager, you know Janeway: Janeway is alright. She's a good captain."

(Color me shocked we had rage-inducing debates about this in my teens and early twenties)

On the one hand, perhaps my uncle has gotten slightly less sexist towards a female captain over the last 30 years? Doubtful considering the way he layers personal criticisms on the female SNW characters. But on the other, him now enjoying Janeway's show does make me understand his hate and fascination with SNW. It's not about the women on the Bridge at all.

It's about Pike.

I'm sure there are other factors. Janeway's main Bridge crew was almost entirely male. And Voyager was written to try not to offend the sensibilities of men like my uncle (an effort that hasn't worked on him until now). But I also think it's got a lot to do with the two captains' presence on the Bridge, and how each captain is portrayed in their own show. Janeway makes many more aggressive command choices than Pike, by virtue of personality and situation. Sometimes she makes those choices even against the reservations of male subordinates. She stares down the barrel of death on numerous occasions, unblinking. She's often the protagonist in her own show. She changes the timeline to influence her past self and encourages her to make a daring and selfish choice that is applauded and shown to pay off in a big way.

And notably, while she's the first woman to have center stage in the captain's seat, her femininity and portrayal of gender is what I think is best described as micro-managed (One need only look at the dizzying array of styles the show experiments with for her hairdo). She dresses in a very feminine way off duty, but often displays more "masculine" behaviors, especially on duty. She very rarely cries. Outside of expressing anger, flirtation, and curiosity, she is not often overtly emotional. A special note for flirtation: she gets wide license to be flirtatious with everyone from enemy combatants to her senior staff to even her ship when she's trying to sweet talk it. She avoids talking about her feelings at all costs. She can't cook and that's a running joke. In all the ways that matter, she acts like one would expect a traditionally male captain to act, with just enough feminine concessions sprinkled in to keep her from coming off as "too masculine."

Pike is very diplomatic and much more rule-conscious. He's Starfleet's boy scout. He takes a back seat in many episodes as other characters get to shine. When he is center stage the conflicts he combats are very personal. He stares down the barrel of "death" (as he's referred to his future disability) and flinches. His trip to change time is done to tell his past self to step aside, act selflessly and take a back seat to a fate that terrifies him. He often listens to and makes decisions that align with his (largely female) Bridge crew's recommendations. And while he dresses in a traditionally masculine way on and off duty, emotionally, he's shown to be much more traditionally feminine. He cries over a dead horse (My uncle was particularly aghast at that). He cooks and is shown to take pleasure in it, even using it as a tool of diplomacy. He is a sympathetic counseling ear for many of his crew.

He does not get to flirt with his Bridge crew. When he is shown expressing sexual interest in someone it leads to emotional hurt and command weakness (in Lift Us Up Where Suffering Cannot Reach, he becomes aware of his love-interest's abhorrent ethics only after watching her participate in something horrific, which he is helpless to stop. And when Batel gets into trouble with the Gorn in Hegemony, his fixation on her well-being comes off as somewhat short-sighted, and contributes to command paralysis in the final scene). His very close friendship with Una may border on romantic attachment, but there's nothing sexual about their on screen interactions. And his quest to have her accepted by the Federation is one of the only major emotional decisions he undertakes that is shown to have a majorly positive outcome.

In sum I think Pike is shown to be vulnerable, gentle, and craving of connections in a way that is very human, but one that men are not traditionally supposed to be. The themes of his arc center on standing aside for the benefit of others, accepting future loss of ability and death, making peace with a future that doesn't center around you - all messages about moving from selfishness to selflessness. His lack of sexual incentives and behaviors stands out distinctly from how male protagonists typically get portrayed. He's basically anathema to the masculine ideal my uncle's spent his life trying to embody.

I still don't know what reason drives my uncle to keep watching "Strange New Girls" as religiously as he has. But I do now see his fixation on finding fault with all the women on the Bridge differently. By critiquing them, he is deflecting attention from his discomfort with the man in the center seat.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

You’re my favorite blog <3 luv u

Oh god okay I love just like... ordinary domestic history. I love it so much. The history of childhood is so my wheelhouse. In 1629 the Kirk brothers raided and captured the tiny little shit pile colony that was Quebec. Acadia had already been raided by English Virginians in 1613. So Matt's a wee tiny little sad baby who got snatched up by Arthur and Alasdair. Scared shitless because they either filched him off a boat or kicked him from a burning settlement. He's sleeping in a drawer and tbh not doing great.

Alfred's about four or five, and he's a rambunctious four or five. Baby boy is busting up wooden shields and swords pretending to be a knight. He's chasing after Cadwaladr and coming home lightly singed when he does manage to get a good yank on the poor buggers tale. Does he know why the 'cat' is breathing fire? No. Does he love harassing it anyways? Yes. He loves the cattle and the horses and he's finally old enough the creatures have stopped harassing him so much. There are bright spangled sailboat tapestries in his room that catch the light because this home is the first Arthur ever installed big beautiful windows in. This kid has three chins and a Shetland pony, okay? baby boy is living his best life.

No one is quite sure what he'll do with a baby around. Matt's maybe walking, maybe toddling about but he's very quiet. He likes listening to stories and other people's words but he's not got a lick of English. And honestly I can't see Arthur being thrilled if Alasdair committed grand theft tadpole but Alfred got wind of the baby and he's absolutely going bonkers. Bouncing on his toes trying to see, trying to look up into Arthur or Rhys or Alasdair's arms to get a glimpse babbling about it. And they're a bit hesitant. Alfred's not exactly known for being gentle or careful.

But as soon as Matt's in his arms it's the calmest, sweetest, most cautious hold. For the first time in his life, Alfred has a peer, a friend, a sibling who cannot die. Who will not leave him. He didn't know he could miss someone before they existed. It's hard to quantify with how much intensity Alfred just automatically and instantly adored Matt. He's got so many goddamn emotions. Alfred's still little himself, and he's feeling so many things he's crying a bit and someone asks him what's wrong and he's just like "😭I don't know I just love him so much!"

[thegeminisage]

ranking voyager characters from favorite to least favorite

i meant to do this at the end of season 1 and again after the finale but we'll just have to go with at the end of season 2 instead

seven of nine - i haven't met her yet but i just know.

janeway & tuvok - cop out to do a tie? possibly. they remind me so much of kirk and spock respectively. every time i go "oh no it's gotta be tuvok" it switches to janeway. every time i go "oh no it's gotta be janeway" there's another good tuvok episode. tuvok is such a wonderful look into vulcan culture through the eyes of someone who was not alienated from it and abused by it, and you never doubt his ability to get ANYTHING done, even if it's sketchy as hell. i think about his wife of 68 (almost 69! nice) years and his 4 babies and his orchids and his lute all the time. man can SING. on the other hand, janeway is such a breath of fresh air after deanna troi - who i love, but who was constantly victimized for being a woman. janeway just gets to be janeway - she's excited about exploration, she's deeply compassionate, and none of these things make her weak anymore than they made kirk weak. sometimes her adherence to her Ideals is a little picardian, but i forgive her, because she reminds me way more of kirk

chakotay - sometimes a man builds a bathtub and your opinion of him rises by. a lot. i've always liked the difficult position he was in of trying to balance maquis and starfleet interests and protect both sides from themselves and each other, but the ADDED LAYER that for much of the journey he has CANONICALLY been in love w janeway is simply too much to bear. also, i think his trust issues w betrayal are very gripping and they compel me. he has been through so much SHIT and i do love a little traumatized guy. ALSO also, they don't do enough w this in canon, but in my mind palace he and tuvok HATE each other (chakotay hates tuvok for being a spy, tuvok hates chakotay for nabbing first officer job), which i think is extremely funny

the doc - my best friend the emergency medical hologram...i like that he's a brand new kind of person, even if it brings up infuriating questions about the status of all these endless holodeck characters we create and then carelessly abuse or delete. he doesn't have a name! people treated him like he didn't exist! watching him come into his own and bond w kes has been one of voyager's great delights. also, gay king.

b'elanna - she doesn't always get a lot to do but when she does it's almost always good, racism episode notwithstanding. what i like most about her is how ride or die she is. she was willing to get her ass beat to give tuvok a tiny chance of escaping torture, she was willing to die to take down her own superweapon, she defended chakotay when his actions were entirely indefensible (AND she's secretly in love w him?? girl.), she will not hesitate to do any number of crazy things for Her People, and since she's estranged from her family or whatever they are all aboard this ship. you couldn't ask for a better friend than b'elanna and good for her. also, she gets to be gay with janeway about once a season so far which i've really enjoyed. she could do so much better than tom paris

harry - harry also rarely gets anything to do, but that makes his episodes all the more distressing. he's just a little guy! the so-called baby of the ship, until he was replaced by an actual baby with tiny adorable mother-killing spines on its head. i'm still mad that the really big important harry kim episode we got turned out to be such fucking garbage when the concept was SO good, and i'm not super hopeful for his future, but who knows. btw, he could also do better than tom paris. he and b'elanna could ride off into the sunset w/o him

kes - i don't dislike kes, and her scenes with the doctor are especially nice, but i feel like she, like deanna, gets victimized a lot, and her whole thing with neelix was so difficult it's hard to get the taste of it out even though it's over now. that said, i do love how compassionate and mischievous she is, and i love when janeway gets to give her mom hugs :( <3

neelix & tom paris - another tie. this is so difficult for me because i started out HATING tom paris and really liking neelix, and a few plotlines/episodes made me reverse my opinion. tom paris got a lot better when he was like yeah i decided i'm not gonna be a shitheel anymore! especially that he went on a multi-ep arc tricking us into thinking he was backsliding when really he was doing secret agent shit. props! but he's still not terribly interesting. neelix was AMAZING in the atom bomb episode but my interpretation of him as a guy who was gentle not in spite of but BECAUSE of past suffering didn't last long when he decided to be so fucking horrible to kes for no reason. i really want to get over it with neelix the way i got over it with tom paris, but for now they're both at the rock bottom of this list

for fun, i think my season 1 list would have looked like: janeway, tuvok, doctor, b'elanna, chakotay, harry, neelix, kes, tom paris. probably? it's hard to know now. we'll see how all this shakes out by the end of the series.

[bubbledtee]

surprising early-mid!90s!james with you and your baby while he’s doing soundcheck by letting your baby run up and hug his leg and he gets so shocked but immediately picks them up and cuddles?? i’m inconsolable

i'm very much in a baby fever type of mood right now and this is just melting my heart. and i'm imagining load era james rn because i need him.

you'd have stayed behind at the hotel, letting james go to the obnoxiously early soundcheck alone while you waited for your daughter to wake up on her own time. both you and james had learned since the very start that, if you didn't need to wake her, then don't. the consequences would far outweigh the upsides to getting an early start to the day.

your daughter would wake up only 30-45 minutes later, her hair frazzled as she stood up in her pack n play crib, her favorite stuffed animal clung to her side.

"daddy?" you'd hear her voice softly say, causing you to peak out from the bathroom where you had previously been getting ready to look at the drowsy toddler.

you'd walk over and pick her up from the crib, her head immediately moving to sleepily lean against your shoulder. "daddy's not here, baby." you'd coo softly, heading over to your suitcase to pick out an outfit for her.

she'd pout softly before speaking in her simple, toddlerish manner. "where daddy?"

you'd set her on the floor, your fingers gingerly running through her short, blonde curls as you continued to rummage through your suitcase. "daddy's with uncle lars, uncle kirk, and uncle jason. they've gotta make sure they'll be ready to play for all those people tonight," you'd tell her, "we can go see them, but we've gotta get you dressed first, okay?"

your daughter would nod, and within 20 minutes, you were out of the hotel and on the way to the venue, your daughter overly enthusiastic about seeing james.

when you got to the venue, you'd hear your husband's strong voice booming throughout the air over the sound of heavy guitars and drums. you'd make your way to the backstage, the roadies letting you in with a big smile to your daughter as she held your hand and walked beside you.

"hi!" she'd say with a wave every time you passed by a new group of roadies, earning waves and greetings back. you'd just laugh as you continued to make your way toward the stage, only stopping at the band's dressing room to find the small, pink noise cancelling headphones you knew would lay in james's wardrobe case.

"gotta cover up your ears, right, sweetpea?" you'd ask as you unfolded the headphones and began to slip them over the toddler's head.

"yeah!" she'd nod as you settled them carefully over her ears.

as soon as the headphones were safe and secure, you'd find your way to the stage, your daughter leading the way as you told her which way to turn. eventually, you'd find the opening to the stage and call your daughter back to you as the band practiced King Nothing.

"come here, we can watch daddy." you'd pick your daughter up and stand off to the side of the stage, watching the guys play, and as soon as they finished, you'd set your daughter on the ground and let her run over to james. you'd follow behind, simply walking over.

your daughter would hug james's leg as he spoke with the other guys, a squeal leaving her as she shouted up at him, "daddy!"

at the feeling of her wrapping her tiny arms around his calf, he'd turn to look at her and immediately smile so wide. "baby!" he'd shout back, picking her up and peppering her face with kisses. "how are you, sweetpea? daddy missed you so much,"

she'd wrap her arms around his neck and hug him tight, the sight making your heart swell. he'd hug her back, despite the guitar strap that hung over his shoulder. "love you," your daughter would mutter to him.

"oh, baby," he'd kiss her cheek as she pulled away, "daddy loves you, too."

you'd rub a hand over james's lower back as you stood beside him, drawing his attention to you. "hi, honey." he'd smile, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"hi," you'd smile back, looking at your daughter as she was now distracted with waving at the other guys.

"hey, kid!" jason would giggle, waving at the little girl. she'd giggle too, resting her head against james's shoulder.

im ending this here rn because im so sleepy rn

[indeedcaptain]

Spirktober 2023, day 30: Cuddling

Spirktober may be over but it lives on in my heart and also in my NaNoWriMo goals. I am firmly of the belief that Spock would be a HUGE snuggler if not for the repression, so here's a little of that leaking through.

Also posted on AO3 here!

☆☆☆

The first time that it happened, Kirk laid awake the entire night. Terrified to move and accidentally wake Spock and break the moment, terrified that Spock would read his unshielded emotions in his sleep and learn the depth of his feelings, and terrified that Spock would roll away anyway and release him, he laid as still as he was capable. For the next four hours, he lay perfectly unmoving in the unexpected embrace of his best friend and tried not to think about how much he liked it.

Spock’s chest was pressed to his back, and he felt his even breathing ruffling the shorn hair on the back of his neck. His arm was slung loosely over Kirk’s stomach, fingertips dangling down, barely brushing his stomach when he breathed in. He had rolled over in his sleep --- which was a surprise, because Kirk assumed that he slept in his preliminary corpse-like position until he had rested for precisely the necessary amount of time --- and he had not hesitated before he crossed the middle line of the bed into Kirk’s space. 

They weren’t even supposed to be sharing a bed. There had been a miscommunication of some sort, assumptions had been made between the diplomatic corps and the host planet’s delegation, and Uhura had apologized to them profusely until Spock had said, in his gentle, even tone, “It is of no matter, Lieutenant,” and she fell silent. But now, as Kirk tried not to breathe too deeply or enjoy the sensation too much, he wondered exactly what had been of no matter, because it mattered a lot to him. 

It mattered too much to him, actually. More than was wise, more than was responsible, or appropriate, and it was the only secret he had ever kept from Spock, and as long as he didn’t fall asleep and dream he might still keep it yet. 

When Spock woke up, he was so close to Kirk that Kirk felt his eyelashes flutter against the back of his neck. Spock froze, and Kirk’s heart sank as he gently but firmly extricated himself from Kirk’s personal space and rolled over. He gave Spock thirty seconds to himself before he rolled over as well, pretending to wake up. 

“Hey,” he said. “Morning.” 

“Good morning, captain,” Spock said, sitting on the edge of the bed, not looking at him, and then he fled to the bathroom. As the muted thunder of the sonic shower turned on, Kirk pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes and tried not to groan. Intimacy with Spock, even just as friends, was always one step forwards and three steps back. He didn’t want to consider how many steps back accidentally taking your captain in your arms would put them.

☆☆☆

The second time it happened, they weren’t even sharing a bed. The jail cell that they shared was underground, with only a tiny slit in the door to let in the ambient light from the hallway. Kirk, Spock, Chekov, and their security officer, Lieutenant Aisha, had been captured by the leaders of a rebel faction and unceremoniously deposited in the only cell in their so-called stronghold before the door was slammed behind them. They sat for hours, half-heartedly attempting to raise the rest of the crew or the Enterprise on their comms, until Aisha stretched with a jaw-cracking yawn. 

“Shifts?” Aisha asked. 

“I’ll take first watch,” Sulu said. Kirk laid down in the corner, feeling some sort of straw or hay beneath him, and crossed his fingers that he wasn’t about to discover another allergy. In the darkness he sensed movement close beside him, and someone radiated inhuman body heat at him. He was suddenly and electrically aware of the body next to his. He wished he was less tired so he could focus more on how unnecessarily close Spock had chosen to sit, but after the events of the day he could barely keep his eyes open in the dark. 

He fell asleep to the sound of Spock’s even breathing beside him. At some point in the night, he woke up again to movement behind him. A strong arm in Starfleet-grade fabric was sliding across his stomach, pulling him back against a broad chest, long legs entangling with his. Jesus Christ, Kirk thought, as his first officer settled into stillness again. His nose was against the back of Kirk’s neck, his forehead pressed into his hair, and his hand had come to rest possessively over Kirk’s heart. 

The first time had been an absolute surprise. Kirk had never seen Spock so much as give someone a hug upright, let alone cuddle in his sleep. But, as he started to drift off to sleep again, he found that though his mind had not considered the idea, his heart had been hoping that it would happen again. He could feel Spock’s steady heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt, against his ribs, and the heat of his hand scorched his chest in a way that he wished would leave a mark. Despite the terms of their confinement, despite being trapped away from the ship with a fight looming on the horizon, he couldn’t bring himself to be upset about how things were going. He memorized how it felt to have Spock pressed against him, bony ankles digging into his legs, before he fell asleep. 

At some point in the night he because aware that Spock had disentangled himself from him to take a watch shift, and even as he slipped back into sleep he registered that it was cold without him, and he missed him. 

The next time he woke, Spock had tapped him lightly on the shoulder and said, “Your watch, captain,” as he struggled awake. The cell was still dark, and he could no longer determine what time he thought it was, but he sat up and said, “Thank you, Mr. Spock.” He leaned against the wall near where he had been sitting as Spock laid down beside him again, and he resisted the urge to place his hand over Spock’s shoulder. 

Was Spock aware of what he was doing in his sleep? Was it a reflection of his conscious desires, or was it just an instinctive urge to be warm? Was it about Kirk, or was it just about having a warm body nearby? 

Kirk wasn’t sure if he was ready for the answers. For now, as long as he didn’t know, he could indulge the dream that Spock might someday reciprocate his feelings. He replayed the feeling of Spock’s hand resting against his chest, and when their cell door opened a few hours later he gratefully gave himself over to the mindless repetition of fighting and pushed the evening, and his wants, from his mind. 

☆☆☆

Kirk was pretty sure that this was going to be the last time. They had been huddled together in the cave for so long that his teeth had stopped chattering, which could not be a good sign. He knew that the Enterprise crew had to be looking for them, would have started a search party as soon as the ice shelf had crumbled under their feet, but they had fallen quite a ways, and the snow would have already covered their tracks. He thought there was a high chance that they would die in the cave they had found, but the fear that the idea might have inspired was partially dampened by the fact that he was with Spock, and Spock was holding him, and they were both awake. 

His head was tucked under Spock’s chin, and he was essentially in his lap, with Spock’s arms wrapped around him. They had fortunately had their packs with them, and had layered all the spare fabric and emergency blankets they had over the both of them. Spock’s body heat had originally warmed them both, but as the hours passed the heat leached away until they were clinging to each other and trying not to think about the inevitable. Kirk’s body had passed the point of feeling painfully cold and was no longer feeling much of anything. He was only aware of Spock’s arms around him, and his own hands tucked inside Spock’s shirt, and the rise and fall of Spock’s chest against his shoulder. Everything else had been stolen by the ice. 

“Sorry, Spock,” Kirk eventually mumbled. 

“For what, captain?” Spock’s heartbeat had been slowing in the cold, like a Terran reptile’s, and his voice was quiet. 

Kirk squeezed, arms wrapped as they were around Spock. “This can’t be comfortable for you.” 

Spock was quiet for a long moment, and Kirk was afraid that he had fallen asleep before he said, “On the contrary, captain.” Kirk blinked. Spock reclasped his arms around Kirk, pulling him more securely against his chest, and lowered his head to rest his cheek against Kirk’s hair. 

“Really?” Kirk asked, lips numb, trying to keep the balloon of hope swelling in his chest from changing his tone. “I was under the impression that you were not in favor of physical touch, Mr. Spock.” 

Another brutal pause. “I owe you an apology as well, captain.” 

“For what?” 

“For any discomfort I may have caused you previously.” 

“Discomfort, Mr. Spock?” 

Spock hesitated, and he never hesitated. Kirk forced his eyes open again. He wanted to remember this conversation, be present for it, even if it wasn’t going to matter in a few hours. They were finally talking about it. “On previous missions. When we have had to take rest overnight.” 

Ah. Those nights. The two nights that Kirk thought about every night before he went to sleep, alone, in his own bed, remembering the feeling of Spock’s hand on his heart. “You never caused me any discomfort, Mr. Spock. I feared that you were uncomfortable.” 

“You did not… mind?” Spock’s voice had lost its surety, and Kirk felt the rumble of it against him.

Kirk laughed softly, and his breath fogged the air between them. “No. I did not mind. And I don’t mind now.” 

Spock didn’t say anything, but Kirk could feel the gears of his brain turning. As Spock held him and did not pull away, he made up his mind. He thought that, here, at the end, he could be afforded a little recklessness. 

He lifted his head from Spock’s chest, and it took far more effort than it should have, but he wanted to see his friend’s face. Spock raised his head to look down at him, and their faces were so close that Kirk could feel Spock’s breath against his skin. His eyes were nearly black in the dim light reflecting off the snow outside. The alien planes of his cheekbones and eyebrows were familiar and lovely. 

“Spock,” he said. “I didn’t ever mind.” Spock inhaled sharply, and his eyes searched his. 

“Jim,” Spock said, and the desperation with which he said his name gutted him. His eyes were dark, and fixed on him. The cold had tinged him green where the tips of his ears were exposed. “I did not consider that my contact would be welcome. I had feared that our friendship would be damaged by my actions, which had exposed the desires I could not voice.”

Kirk smiled at him, even though the motion hurt his face. “What desires were those?” 

Spock pulled him closer again, settling him against his chest so Kirk’s head was pillowed in the hollow of his neck, and rested his chin against Kirk’s hair. “The desire to sleep alongside you and hold you. To be close to you. Like this.” 

The balloon of hope inside his chest had expanded three times in size. “I wanted that as well,” he murmured into Spock’s neck. “I want it still.” Spock’s arms tightened around him, and he thought he felt Spock’s lips press against his forehead.  

Against his best efforts, his eyes slid shut. Despite the cold, despite the dire straits in which they found themselves, he was warm. He wanted to fall asleep here and drift away, in the arms of the man he had loved for far too long. From somewhere very far away, he could hear Spock’s voice, but he could no longer make out what he was saying. He sounded upset. Kirk wanted to soothe him, to tell him everything was going to be alright because they were together, but he could not find his mouth to say the words. 

He fell asleep and did not dream. 

☆☆☆

The first thing he heard was the beeping of a biobed. Kirk would have known the steady thrumming of the heart monitor anywhere. He was on his back, in Medbay, and he recognized the familiar humming of his ship around him. 

When he opened his eyes, it was to the tiled ceiling of a private medical room. He was in a biobed, as he had thought, with intravenous drips coming out of both arms and three blankets piled on top of him. He wiggled his toes and bent his knees and found that everything seemed to be, for the most part, in working order. 

He struggled to remember how he had gotten there as he sat up, but there was nothing. In his mind, he could only imagine the cold, and the cave.

And Mr. Spock. He had been with Spock, and they had been slowly freezing to death together. Spock had told him… oh.

Kirk flung the blankets back, throwing himself from the bed. His legs responded slower than he expected and he staggered to the wall, leaning against it as he picked at the tape holding his IVs in. The biobed scanner beeping increased in volume, distressed at his sudden exit, and within seconds of the change Bones threw the door open. He crossed the room to Kirk in three huge steps, grabbing his hands, pulling them away from the IVs. 

“Jim, calm down, leave them alone---” 

“Where is he?” He pulled his hands from Bones’s, but Bones grabbed them again, steering him by the forearms back towards the bed. He was weaker than he thought. Since when had Bones been able to manhandle him? The backs of his knees hit the biobed and he sat heavily. 

“You’ve been through some serious nerve regeneration, Jim,” Bones said. “Stay.” 

“I’m fine,” he said, but he was not. Now that Bones mentioned it, he could feel the tingling and buzzing in his skin that told him he had spent a significant amount under a regenerator, and his bones ached. 

“You almost died, Jim,” Bones said. He held a cautioning hand out to Jim, and after a moment Jim slouched on the bed, the fight in him leaking away as Bones’s words sunk in. Bones sat down next to him on the bed, and the slump of his shoulders told Jim that he had been on his feet for hours. Jim leaned over, pressing his shoulder against his. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly. “I owe you. Again.” 

“You owe Mr. Spock more,” Bones said, and leaned back against him. Kirk’s heart constricted painfully, and he closed his eyes. 

“Is he…? Is he here?” 

The silence between them felt like it lasted for an eternity before Bones said, “He’s here.” 

“And he’s…?” 

“He’s alive, Jim,” Bones said. Kirk let out his breath and laid back on the biobed, leaving his legs danging over the side. “It was a close thing, though. Damn desert species.” 

“How did you find us? The snowstorm…” 

“The hobgoblin tied you to his back and climbed out.” 

“Climbed out… of the cave?” 

“Of the gorge you fell into.” 

“He climbed… out of the gorge? The ice gorge?”

“The very one.” Bones turned to look at him. “As soon as Spock cleared the top of the ravine Scotty beamed you on board, and it was almost too late. You were both a mess.” 

Kirk covered his face with his hands and felt the skin on both burn with the contact. “How bad was the damage?” 

“To you or to him?” 

“Bones.” 

“The worst for you was the hypothermia. You mostly had nerve damage, and your organs had taken a beating. For him, though… the hypothermia was bad, sure, but the worst was his hands. Climbing the ice shredded them. With how sensitive Vulcan hands are… I have no idea how he got both of you out. We patched them up and he’ll be fine after a spell, but he’s going to be in the healing trance for a good while.” 

When Kirk thought he could speak without his voice shaking, he said, “I need to see him.” 

Bones sighed, but he stood and started gently removing the IVs from Kirk’s arms. “I thought you might say that.” 

Bones shut the door behind him, and Kirk was alone. Spock had also been placed in a private medical room, away from the noise and bustle of the central medbay room, and he lay perfectly still in the bed. Kirk approached, and the thick wrapping of bandages covering both of Spock’s hands broke his heart. He perched on the edge of the bed. He knew that the trance was deep enough that nothing he could do would wake him up, but he couldn’t defeat the urge to move quietly. 

Spock’s chest rose and fell with a comforting and steadying regularity. In his head, he heard Spock’s voice again: To be close to you. 

They had wasted so much time dancing around each other. They had almost died without knowing. Spock had sacrificed his hands against the ice to save them both, and he wasn’t going to waste the second chance that dangerous gamble had bought them.

Kirk carefully adjusted Spock’s arm, crossing the bandaged hand across his stomach, and slid into the bed beside him. He curled around him protectively, resting his head on his shoulder, sliding his hand across Spock’s stomach to press his palm to Spock’s heartbeat. 

He would wait until the trance was over and Spock was healed, and then they could figure out together what came next for them. For now, it was enough to hold Spock the way that he had held Kirk before, and know that he was wanted, and wait for Spock to wake. 

[yourreddancer]

Resistance HQ Bulletin 21, Weekend Edition Ron Filipkowski Dec 9

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… Trump said he will fire FBI Director Chris Wray because “when I was shot in the ear he said, ‘oh, maybe it was shrapnel.’” Wray still has 3 years left on his 10 year term.

… Former Trump NSA John Bolton says “it will be interesting to see when the rebels capture Damascus” in Syria what their government’s files show about Tulsi Gabbard and other Americans being compromised by Russia. Well, now they have. Can’t wait.

… Former dictator Bashar Assad is now in Moscow, where he will likely remain for the rest of his life. Easier for Tulsi’s travel schedule to have most of her friends in the same city.

… While attending a ceremony to reopen the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, Trump weirdly attempted to do his signature hand-jerk arm-wrestle handshake with President Macron that he enjoys doing with our allies to try to symbolize his dominance over them. This time he took it to an absurd extreme that made him look petty and idiotic. Macon repeatedly tried to free his hand from Trump’s tiny pink paw.

… Meanwhile, Elon Musk was also in Paris at the ceremony as he continues to shadow Trump. Bolton: “It’s almost like Elon Musk has become Vice President.” Poor JD.

… NY Post headline: “Trump Dominates Macron During Tense Handshake.” That was really their headline this morning.

… CNN analyst Scott Jennings reacted to the handshake: “You can already see the attitude change of the American posture and the posture of the rest of the world.” It is a party that feeds off substance-free, empty symbolic gestures as policy because that’s all their empty-headed leader has to offer. It’s why they thought pretending to work at a McDonalds for 15 minutes shows Trump is a man of the people.

… I get it, enough people continue to buy the con to make it worth it to them to look like clowns to the rest of the world. As long as MAGA keeps showing up to vote and sending them a chunk of their social security checks they don’t care. … President Zelensky also attended the Notre Dame ceremony in his customary military-style dress since his country is currently at war and under occupation. Roger Stone: “What a disrespectful slob! He couldn’t even wear a suit?”

… Russian state media then picked up on Stone’s comment, and posted a photoshopped pic of Zelensky in the same outfit as the United Heathcare CEO assassin on their RT account on Elon Musk’s X, demonstrating again how Russian propaganda coordinates with MAGA, and is amplified with Musk’s money.

… Trump said today he does not intend to try and replace Fed Chair Jerome Powell. In all non-economic posts, he has appointed radical right-wing chaos agents who want to tear down institutions. But when it comes to Wall Street, his government of 14 billionaires is full establishment with every appointment that deals directly with the economy. This government of gangsters will tear apart the social fabric of the country, but they fully intend to get rich while doing it.

… A court of appeals has upheld the Sandy Hook parents’ $965 million defamation judgment against Alex Jones.

… Charlie Kirk claimed that Justin Trudeau’s government just banned assault weapons and certain types of other firearms because they know they are going to lose in the next election: “Trudeau thinks that guns can be used to protect Ukraine’s freedom. So, what does it say that he wants those guns gone from Canada?” It says that Ukraine has been invaded by Russia and Canada doesn’t want their citizens killing each other. I’m not sure why that’s so hard for MAGA to understand.

… Joe Biden: “Since I took office, the economy has created more than 16 million jobs, with jobs created every single month.” Although Biden notes that these were created on his watch, he emphasized that the American people created these jobs. This is something Donald Trump would never do. While I think that humility and honesty are admirable qualities, at the same time Dems have to get better at taking credit for things. Trump takes credit for everything, we can do it sometimes.

… Rudy Giuliani’s former WABC radio co-host and long time “special friend” Maria Ryan has filed a lawsuit against station owner John Catsimatidis over their firing by the station. Rudy also has a lawsuit pending. One nugget in Ryan’s complaint is that she was only paid a paltry $200 a show. Sad! … CNN’s primetime ratings are down 46% and MSNBC’s are down 52% since the election. Fox is up 7%. Meidas is doing quite well, thanks for asking.

… New Democratic Rep Kristen McDonald Rivet, a mother of six, explains how she won her race by 7 points in a district Trump won by 2: “We ran exclusively on pocketbook issues - more money in pockets, better paying jobs, and just being real. I go to the grocery store and I’ve got a 15-year old boy who drinks two gallons of milk in a week. So I care about the price of groceries.”

… Moms for Liberty founder Tiffany Justice endorsed Kash Patel for FBI Director with this claim: “One day, a mom spoke at a school board meeting and the next day she was making peanut butter and jelly in her house and the FBI called to talk about what she just said. The fact that the FBI was weaponized against parents is outrageous.”

… I covered more extensively than anyone the mayhem that was happening at school board meetings in 2021 where elected officials were being threatened in meetings, walking to cars, and outside their homes. DOJ ultimately issued a directive to start investigating the threats. Nobody was arrested and the nonsense stopped after the policy was (finally!) implemented.

… But Merrick Garland utterly and completely failed to publicly defend his policy or the reasons behind it and allowed Republicans to set this narrative that Tiffany Justice is now dredging back up to promote Kash. This, just like Mayorkas on the border, was a glaring communications failure that turned many Americans against the Administration.

… OK, I’m done venting now. When will they start listening to me, though?

… Rand Paul says as soon as Pam Bondi is sworn in as AG, he will make a criminal referral to DOJ to prosecute Dr. Anthony Fauci: “We sent it twice to Merrick Garland for lying to Congress. We will send those again.” He then claimed that Fauci caused the pandemic by financing gain of function research: “We’re going to get to the bottom of this.” He also said that he hopes Trump strips Fauci of government security “on day one.”

… On Meet the Press, Trump reiterated that he intends to end birthright citizenship, something his Republican allies claimed after the election that he really didn’t intend to do. When told that the 14th Amendment grants citizens to all persons “born in the US,” he said, “Well, we’re going to have it changed. We’ll maybe have to go back to the people. But we have to end it.”

… While he is working on that, he said that he will deport the parents of children born in the US.

… Lindsey Graham: “Trump is right to end birthright citizenship by executive order on Day 1.”

… Trump also said he has “no problem” releasing his medical records. He’s just never done it. And I don’t count Ronny Jackson’s BS or the doctor in New Jersey who wrote a two-page letter for him while Trump was in Florida. I’m sure he will release them in two weeks with his infrastructure and health care plans.