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ichayalovesyou · 2 years

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The Music of Vulcan

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Relevant Kir'Shara Article: What Does A Vulcan Listen To?

Songs from T'Khasi

Songs created by Vulcans, primarily in Vulkansu

Nadordatoran na'o T'Khasi (Tribute to Vulcan)

A mourning dirge for the Vulcan home world composed after it's destruction in the Kelvin Timeline, performed by T'Prion.

The Ballad of Solkar The Slut

A chiding parody ballad recounting the historical event referred to as "First Contact", specifically the handshake transpiring between Ambassador Solkar and Zefram Cochrane. Written by @yel-halansu and performed by @axelastralis

Falor's Journey

An excerpt of the musical epic known as "Falor's Journey" performed by Tuvok (played by Tim Russ) from the Voyager episode "Innocence" in Federation Standard via Universal Translator.

The Works of Sidzhan T'Gai & T'Prion

Sidzhan T'Gai's youtube channel consists of 7 original compositions in various Vulcan musical traditions and styles performed by T'Prion. The titles consist of I'kushizhau Etek Salan (Now We Shape The Wind), Ken-tor Rik'faiyan, Dvel (Choice), Sochya (Peace), IDIC, Kaiidith (What Is, Is), Fmak t'Sochya (Sanctuary of Peace). For more information go to Vulcan Legacy.

Earth Songs in Vulkansu

See the Vulcan Linguistics Post for translation tools!

Ki'orentor (You & I Have Learned)

A poem written by Leonard Nimoy in 1981 and shared on Twitter a few days before his death, translated here into Vulcan (with English subtitles).

How to Save A Life

Original song by The Fray, translated and performed by Denatonia, title translated to "Remembering A Friend" for lyrical restructuring purposes.

Aluk-kumsu (The Wellerman Song)

A translation of the New Zealand whaling shanty that took the internet by storm earlier in the pandemic, translated and performed by myself.

Rom-halan Mahk (The Parting Glass)

A translation of an old Irish drinking song into Vulkansu by myself, since dedicated to Nichelle Nichols and all beloved Star Trek actors now departed from us.

Inspired by Vulcans and Vulkansu

Songs of T'Khasi

A five playlist Masterpost composed by myself of short playlists meant to depict the grander overarching history of Vulcan. From when they first evolved into thinking humanoids in the unforgiving T'Khasi desert, to their ever changing and enlightened future among the stars.

Aluk-kumsu (The Wellerman Song)

A translation of the New Zealand whaling shanty that took the internet by storm earlier in the pandemic, translated and performed by myself.

Pon Farr: An Amok Time Tribute

A fan re-interpretation/playlist recounting the events of of Star Trek: The Original Series' "Amok Time", each song depicting a particular chapter in the narrative.

Vulcan Performance at Unifision

Theoretical waxings on the various stylings of performance from Federation worlds at a United Federation of Planets "Eurovision" instigated by @goddamnshinyrock and @swordfern. With particular description on the Vulcan performance by @aceofwands. Fanart depiction can be found here, created by @sleepysnowfinch!

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numberonenat · 11 months

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i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on my candy love characters...

here's part 1 and 2: dateables hsl / others

>> PART 3 <<

hyun:

"chasing cars" by snow patrol

"say something" by a great big world

"fast car" by tracy chapman

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"how to save a life" by the fray

"back to black" by amy winehouse

"rolling in the deep" by adele

"hotel california" by eagles

"the scientist" by coldplay

"teardrop" by massive attack

"skinny love" by bon iver

"wicked game" by chris isaak

"let her go" by passenger

"losing my religion" by r.e.m.

"hallelujah" by leonard cohen

rayan:

"you're beautiful" by james blunt

"hero" by enrique iglesias

"truly madly deeply" by savage garden

"just the way you are" by bruno mars

"falling slowly" by glen hansard, markéta irglová

"i'm yours" by jason mraz

"un-break my heart" by toni braxton

"amazed" by lonestar

"everything" by michael bublé

"kiss me" by sixpence none the richer

"latch" by disclosure, sam smith

"all of me" by john legend

"i don't want to miss a thing" by aerosmith

"i will always love you" by whitney houston

"your song" by elton john

priya:

"girls just want to have fun" by cyndi lauper

"man! i feel like a woman!" by shania twain

"toxic" by britney spears

"no tears left to cry" by ariana grande

"super trouper" by abba

"hit the road jack" by ray charles

"meant to be" by bebe rexha

"new rules" by dua lipa

"god is a woman" by ariana grande

"thank u, next" by ariana grande

"break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored" by ariana grande

"dancing queen" by abba

"believe" by cher

"roar" by katy perry

"firework" by katy perry

chani:

"sweet dreams (are made of this)" by eurythmics

"lovesong" by the cure

"bela lugosi's dead" by bauhaus

"blue monday" by new order

"lullaby" by the cure

"tear you apart" by she wants revenge

"personal jesus" by depeche mode

"the killing moon" by echo & the bunnymen

"strange mercy" by st. vincent

"a forest" by the cure

"nocturne" by siouxsie and the banshees

"love like blood" by killing joke

"crimson" by edge of dawn

"cry little sister" by gerard mcmann

"temple of love" by sisters of mercy

honestly this was my second try, the first ones were so bad i had to ask again...it's way better but still not good lmao

i'll make a part 4 if chat gpt colaborates.

#my candy love #mcl #cdm #corazón de melón #amor doce #amour sucre #mcl rayan #mcl priya #mcl hyun #chani #chatgpt #chat gpt

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y2kbugs · 7 months

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Ultimate Showdown, but it's Discworld

A dragon was rampaging around

Ankh-Morpork like a big playground

When suddenly Sam Vimes burst out of the Mended Drum

And readied the crossbow’s trigger with his thumb

The dragon got mad and descended upon

But didn’t expect to be blocked by Hrun

Who took Kring the magic sword from out the corner

When Captain Carrot arrived, in shining armor

Then he beat up Hrun like he was on a mission

And Vimes felt like he was being watched by the Patrician

Before he could make it back to Sator Square

Bloody S. Johnson swooped in from nowhere

And took the Gonne out from under his coat

And missed Vimes, he instead got Cut-Me-Own-Throat

But Death caught up and said, “Today is not your day,”

While Sergeant Detritus rushed into the fray

This is the greatest battle in Discworld’s History

Wizards, Witches, and explosions as far as the eye can see

The gods are watching the scene from Cori Celesti

This is the greatest battle in Discworld’s History

The dragon unleashed fire upon the troll

Also igniting Gaspode, who was on a stroll

And then Hrun came back, ready to hack and sack

But the Librarian jumped out and landed on his back

And Sam Vimes was injured and trying not to swoon

When Bloody S. Johnson returned with the clockwork spoon

But suddenly something caught his leg and he fell

Angua took him out with her fluffy tail

Then she saw the dragon sneaking up from behind

And she reached for her sword which she just couldn't find

Cause Vimes borrowed it and he swung and he missed

And the Librarian deflected it with his fist (ouch!)

Then he jumped in the air and he went ook

While Johnson got hit by a magic book

Where sparks of Octarine flew into the air

Then the Luggage gave them a big ol’ scare

This is the greatest battle in Discworld’s History

Wizards, Witches, and explosions as far as the eye can see

The gods are watching the scene from Cori Celesti

This is the greatest battle in Discworld’s History

Ravens crowed, and out of the sky they dived

While on her broomstick, Granny Weatherwax arrived

Who delivered a glare, which could turn babies old

Into the face of Angua von Uberwald

Who crumbled to the ground, convinced she’s made of dough

As Sam Vimes took out his crossbow

But Granny saw him readying a shot

And she caught the arrow, which was red hot

Then Susan Sto Helit, and Death of Rats

And Maurice and his amazing Rodents, running past

And Tiffany Aching with her frying pan

And lady Sybil Ramkin, Duchess of Ankh

Adora Belle, Moist von Lipwig and Lord Vetinari

Mustrum Ridcully and the whole Unseen University

Leonard of Quirm and Cheery Littlebottom

Twoflower, Pretty Butterfly, Lotus Blossom

All came out of nowhere lightning fast

And they kicked Granny all the way into the past

It was the most magical battle that the Disc ever saw

With civilians looking on in total awe

The fight raged on for a century

Death was quite busy but eventually

The champion stood, the rest saw their last hope

Rincewind in his raggedy robe

This is the greatest battle in Discworld’s History

Wizards, Witches, and explosions as far as the eye can see

The gods are watching the scene from Cori Celesti

This is the greatest battle in Discworld’s History

#discworld #ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny #idk

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wheels-of-despair · 9 months

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What You Deserve | Leonard Bast x You | Series Masterlist

Once upon a time, a boy entered a bookshop...

Part Three: Rest Your Eyes Words: 2.1k Date: Friday, December 20, 1912

"I hope he loves it. Have a happy holiday, and do come again!"

Your smile fades as the man shopping for his nephew turns his back on you and heads for the door with a new storybook.

You hate this time of year.

Everyone is far too joyful. People spend money they don't have on things they don't need. And how many bloody wreaths does one city need? It's all too much, and there is no escape from it.

Jimmy, the occasional employee who once had a crush on you, is now terrified of you. He'd held up a sprig of mistletoe between you yesterday and boasted, "look what I found!" You'd smacked it out of his hand and left him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. You suppose you owe him an apology. He didn't know that you hate Christmas. He didn't know that the sight of mistletoe turns your stomach.

He didn't know about Leonard Bast.

No one did.

You'd tried to carry on as usual, but everything felt different after that day. Despite your efforts, people noticed. You suspect that your father had shared his theory that you'd been attacked to your sisters, who no longer teased you about your love of books or lack of romantic prospects. They mostly left you alone now. You'd pretended to be sick last Christmas so that you wouldn't have to see them. You wanted to wallow alone in your shame. Would it work again this year?

You left the counter to dust shelves while there was no one else in the shop. It was nearing the end of the day anyway. No one ever came in at the last minute except for him. And you hadn't seen him in a year.

The bell above the door chimes, and you cast your miserable thoughts aside and force a smile as you turn to greet your customer.

"Good eve--"

Your heart stopped.

He was thinner. His cheeks were hollowed, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes that almost looked like bruises. His jacket was baggier and more frayed than the last time you'd seen it. And it was also wet, thanks to today's drizzle.

You knew you should be angry with him. That you should tell him to get out. But all you wanted to do was wrap him in a blanket and take him upstairs to warm up by the fire. He looked so cold. So miserable.

"I know you don't want to see me. And I'm sorry I've come. But…" He licks his chapped lips before continuing quietly. "I've a favor to ask of you. I know I have no right to. And I'm sorry for that too."

You swallow and try not to cry. "How can I help you today, Mr. Bast?"

He pulls a little leather-bound book from inside his jacket. Once upon a time, you'd thought that giving him this book of poetry, full of notes and underlined passages, would be a romantic way to tell him how you felt about him. Now, the sight of it makes you feel ill.

"I'm… I'm going to a place where I ought not take this. I wondered if you'd keep it for me?"

You stop staring at the book and meet his eyes, which are are pleading and apologetic.

"I'm not trying to sell it back. I just need someone to hold onto it for a little while."

"Why?" you croak.

"I just…" He sighs and starts over. "I was told I ought not take anything valuable or sentimental with me."

"Where are you going, Mr. Bast?"

He hesitates. The clock chimes, and he jumps in surprise, hugging the book to his chest. He looks like a frightened animal. What has the world done to you, Leonard Bast?

"Will you take it?" he asks, holding out the book to you. It's more worn than the day you slipped it into his parcel. His hands shake. You shove aside all the pain you've felt over the past year and make a decision.

"Only if you join me for tea, and tell me what's going on."

"I can't… I should…"

"Mr. Bast."

"Yes?"

"You broke my heart."

He flinches at your words.

"You broke my heart, and then you ran away. And now you've just walked back into my life and asked a favor of me. I think I deserve to know why."

He hangs his head and shifts uncomfortably.

"Will you please join me for tea?" you ask, a little softer this time.

His big brown eyes, which seem even bigger with his face so thin, look very glassy as he nods.

You move to lock the door, and he backs away as if he's afraid to touch you. You move slowly and deliberately as you lead him to your living quarters upstairs.

"Please," you gesture to the chairs by the fire, and he sits in your favorite one uneasily while you put the kettle on. He waits silently while the water boils, fidgeting with the frayed cuff of his jacket. You gather an assortment of food, hoping that he'll eat something, and place a tray in front of him.

He doesn't speak until you're seated across from him, and the tea is steaming on the table between you.

"I'm out of work." He stares at the food, but doesn't take anything. "I was told that my insurance firm was going under, so I took a position at the bank. And then the bank released me. I begged off my sisters for a while, until their husbands found out. Jacky left me for someone who could take care of her. She was right to."

So much for 'for richer and for poorer', you thought bitterly. He looks up, as if he'd heard your thought.

"I've sold everything… except this." He grasps the book you'd given him like he's holding onto it for dear life. "I can't take it with me. Would you please look after it for me? I'll try to come back for it one day. I'll pay you for keeping it safe, if I can."

"Where are you going, Mr. Bast?" you ask again, fearing the answer.

"A workhouse," he admits quietly, speaking to the floor. Your heart drops.

"Surely there's something else you can do?" you ask fearfully. When people go into workhouses, they rarely come out. And if they do, they're not the same. Hasn't he read the same literature on the subject as you?

He shakes his head in defeat, and all the breath leaves your lungs.

A knock at the door temporarily halts your turmoil.

"Excuse me for a moment," you say softly. You gesture to the food on the table. "Please, help yourself."

You cross the room and crack the door to see Jimmy. You'd forgotten he was fixing a wheel on the cart in the storage room. "Everything alright?" he asks.

"Just having tea with an old friend," you tell him in a hushed tone.

"Cart's ready. Need me to stick around?" He's peering over your shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of your guest. You shift into his way.

"No, thank you. You can go home for the night. I'll do the sweeping-up later."

You close the door before he can protest and return to Leonard.

He's eaten a few bites of a pastry and fallen asleep. His head rests against the chair's plush backing like yours often does, when you stop reading to rest your eyes for a minute that turns into an hour. You don't have the heart to wake him. Moving quietly as a mouse, you pick up a blanket and drape it over his sleeping form.

You sit back down to think.

The poor man has nothing. No job, no home, no wife. He is not yet forgiven for leaving out that little detail, but you cannot allow him to enter a workhouse. Leonard Bast is a bright young man with a brilliant brain. He's not built for breaking rocks.

If you can't find somewhere who needs to hire help, you'll hire him yourself. Your father has been longing to get out to the countryside more and breathe the fresh air, perhaps this could be his chance. Yes, Leonard could help you run the shop while your father takes a well-deserved holiday. It was just the two of you living here now, anyhow; your mother was long gone, and both sisters were happily married and living in big boring houses of their own. You could fix up the storage room and let him sleep there. Or would that be too cold? You could sleep in your father's room while he's away and let Leonard take yours. You could cook for him, and watch his cheeks and body fill out as they rediscovered proper nutrients. He could stay here as long as he needed.

The man may have broken your heart, but you would not let the workhouse break the man.

You were at the stove making dinner when he woke. His pale face went red immediately.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll go, please forg--"

"Would you please fetch two bowls out of that cabinet?" you interrupt, gesturing vaguely in its direction without looking at him. He falls silent and obeys, bringing you the requested dishes.

You spoon hot stew into them as he stands there, confused.

"Take those to the table?" you smile. His brow furrows, but he does as you ask. You follow with a basket of bread and sit at the table. He squirms uncomfortably. "Please have a seat, Mr. Bast."

His eyes dart from you to the food and back again, like it's a trick. It reminds you of that first time you let him browse after the shop closed. You smile and wait for the battle going on inside his head to cease. Finally, he moves slowly toward the table, sitting lightly as if he's not sure he belongs there.

You close your eyes and say a prayer, thanking the Lord for your food, and your shelter, and for an old friend to share them with. When you open your eyes and meet Leonard's, they're brimming with tears.

He needs food more than you need answers, so you drop your eyes to your bowl and take a bite, hoping he'll do the same. He does. The meal passes in a comfortable silence.

He tries to leave again when dinner is done. "Thank you for dinner, although you ought not have been so accommodating after I overstayed my welcome. I should be going now, I've wasted too much of your time already."

"Mr. Bast, I'm not done with you yet."

"You're not?" he asks, taken aback.

"Would you sit with me a while?" You gesture to the chairs by the fire, where he'd slept the evening away. He agrees, and takes his seat.

You sit across from him and stare for a moment, wondering where to begin. The man is a walking tragedy, but you don't want to make him feel like one.

"Mr. Bast, you know that I care for you."

"I don't deserve it," he says quietly.

"You don't deserve the workhouse."

"I do," he whispers tearfully. "It was my own fault. I listened to advice I should not have listened to. I lost my job, I drove Jacky away because I couldn't provide, I drove my family away because I was a beggar and an embarrassment, and I hurt you because I lied. I deserve it."

"Why did you not tell me that you were married?" you ask.

"I wasn't," he admits. "Not really. We told a lie so that we might live together. She had no one else to care for her."

"Did you love her?"

He looks at the carpet and doesn't answer.

"Because I loved you," you confess, your voice cracking.

"I know." He sniffs and reaches for the annotated book of poetry you'd given him a year ago. He opens it to a bookmarked page, skims silently, and closes it. A tear streams down his cheek. "I read it every day. I never stopped thinking of you, even though I had no right to."

You want to dry his tears and hold him. Instead, you wrap your arms around yourself and try not to let your own tears fall.

"I'm sorry," he says, rising from his seat. He deposits the book on the table and steps toward the door.

You're in front of him before you realize you've left your chair. You stand defiantly between him and the door. His eyes are red, tears threatening to fall, lip quivering.

"Please don't leave me again," you beg. "Stay here, we'll find you work. We'll find you a place to stay. We'll figure things out."

"Why would you want to help me, after the way I've hurt you?" he asks pathetically.

"I never stopped thinking of you, either."

#writings of despair #leonard bast deserves the world #leonard bast #leonard bast x you #leonard bast x reader

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darkmaga-retard · 2 days

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The Philosophy that Framed the Constitution

by Dan Sanchez | Sep 18, 2024

Today [September 17] is Constitution Day in America. The federal holiday (technically Constitution Day and Citizenship Day) commemorates the signing of the US Constitution on September 17, 1787. The 2004 law that established it requires all taxpayer-funded educational institutions to provide lessons on the Constitution on that day.

However, learning cannot be legislated into existence. Two decades later, the Constitution is as misunderstood by the American public as ever. The education establishment bears a big part of the blame for this plight. But another culprit is mainstream media.

Political Football or Romantic Relic?

Journalists, pundits, and politicians treat the Constitution as little more than a political football. In newspapers, on news shows, and online, the overriding concern is whether and how the document can be leveraged to advance the policy agenda of one political faction or another.

Constitutional scholars and educators are more often “above the fray.” But their treatment of the Constitution just breeds public misunderstanding in a different way. In classrooms, textbooks, museum exhibits, documentaries, and mass-market history books, discussions of the meaning of the Constitution are usually either vague or wrong. The “Constitution education complex” reveres the document as a national treasure and commemorates its framing, signing, and ratification as the triumphant conclusion of the Revolution and the Founding: America’s epic origin story. But it glosses over so much that even today’s Constitution-loving patriots perceive the piece of parchment as little more than a romantic relic.

What both the education establishment and mainstream media almost always omit from their discussions of the Constitution is a clear and correct explanation of its philosophy. It is necessary to understand the Constitution as a work of philosophy in order to correctly interpret what it says as the law of the land and fully appreciate why it is a national treasure. Without that grounding, journalistic discourse is doomed to devolve into “political football” bickering, and scholarly explorations are bound to meander into “romantic relic” territory.

A Philosophy Made Manifest

How is the Constitution a “work of philosophy”? The Constitution is an expression (however imperfect) of the founding philosophy of America: a set of strong convictions held not only by America’s leading revolutionaries and founding fathers, but by the nation’s revolutionary and founding generation. Ayn Rand and Leonard E. Read referred to that philosophy as “Americanism,” and it was the spirit that animated both the Revolution and the Founding.

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unsheldony · 9 months

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qu-tipie asked:

"So what was tha' highlight of sex fa' you?"

Blushes deep red. Probably redder than his own girlfriend's lipstick. Sheldon sighs and fidgets with a stray strand on his shirt. He tucks it in and makes a reminder to sew it so it doesn't fray.

"I didn't like it much. I don't want that to come off---" He is struggling for the words to say. This is so difficult for him being closed off and not really a sexual being, but he knew one thing. He was a 'Harley Person.' "It wasn't the right circumstances. I think if she had been my girlfriend and I was attracted to her it would have been what Leonard always refers to as sex with Penny, 'mind blowing.'

#qu tipie #(sharley.)

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adastrafanfic · 1 year

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Ad Astra News - 6/18-6/24

State of the Archive

Busy week this week! We had a bunch of new people coming over and posting, others archiving older stories and a decent amount of very excellent discussion over on Discord. Folks also seem to be falling in more comfortably with our posting/tagging rules, which is a great thing for archive searchability. We do still have a Review Hunt going on for the next week, so your chance to win art and/or cash is still on the table, too! Literally any review you write is eligible, so paste their links into the form as you write them! Next month I'll be able to somewhat automate that process, but for now, this is what it's gotta take.

Weekly Challenge #10

For this week, write a story between 100 and 700 words about a sensory event or even just a day in the sun or rain. Can be extra-sensory, can be just plain old atmospheric, can involve any of the senses (and then some!) Interpret the prompt as literally as you like or a figuratively as you like, then submit your response to the Weekly Challenge Collection on Ad Astra: https://beta.adastrafanfic.com/collections/weeklychallenges Use the additional (freeform) tag Weekly Challenge: Sensory Processing Challenge closes on June 30th at 11:59P, Eastern.

Stories Archived

Star Trek: Discovery

By LizBee a fountain of blood in the shape of a woman - Unrated - Gabriel Lorca/Katrina Cornwell, Philippa Georgiou

By TUNiU The Needs of the....oh you know how it goes - T - Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets - 🔒

Star Trek: The Original Series

By Beatrice_Otter Dimension Hopping - T - Buffy Summers/Spock, xover with BtVS Starship Mine - T - Una Chin-Riley, Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel

By Merfilly Cultural Studies - G - Nyota Uhura, Spock Spanning the Years - G - Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Spock

By sixbeforelunch The Surface is a Strange and Wonderful Place - G - James T. Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Spock, Original Characters - 🔒 A Brief Study of Vulcan Public Health Concerns - G - Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock - 🔒 Foundations of Affection - T - Spock/T'Pring - 🔒

By SLWalker Torn - G - Montgomery "Scotty" Scott Name and Nature - M - Montgomery "Scotty" Scott/Spock

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

By Beatrice_Otter The Desert Between - T - Nyota Uhura (AOS)/Spock (AOS) Nyota's Choice - G - Nyota Uhura (AOS)/Spock (AOS) House-Building - G - Nyota Uhura (AOS)/Spock (AOS) Children of the Desert - G - Original Vulcan Characters

Star Trek: The Next Generation

By Beatrice_Otter Essential To Your Own - T - Data/Geordi LaForge Little Ship Lost - T - Ensemble Cast open your heart knowing - G - Data/Geordi La Forge Matters of Perspective - G - Guinan/Jean-Luc Picard

By sixbeforelunch All Our Broken Plans - T - Sam Lavelle & Taurik - 🔒 Laid Bare - T - Ensemble Cast - 🔒 The Fixed Point - G - Ian Andrew Troi I/Lwaxana Troi - 🔒 Change of Vector - T - Deanna Troi/William Riker - 🔒 The Leak - G - Ensemble Cast - 🔒

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

By baktag Star Trek: Clonrichert - T - Ensemble Cast, xover with Father Ted

By Beatrice_Otter A Space for Faith - G - Original Characters

By TheQuietWings Who was she? - G - Kira Nerys

Star Trek: Voyager

By sixbeforelunch Cultural Nuances - G - Vorik - 🔒 Forward Momentum - T - Kathryn Janeway/Tuvok - 🔒

Expanded Universes

By CeJay Tempus Fugit - T - Ensemble Cast

By DavidFalkayn Shore Leave - M - Ensemble Cast Diplomatic Incidents - M - Ensemble Cast Meet the Press - M - Ensemble Cast Back into the Fray - M - Ensemble Cast Prelude to a Horror - M - Ensemble Cast Corruption in Paradise - M - Ensemble Cast Into the Breach - M - Ensemble Cast

By Gibraltar The Long Road - T - Pava Lar'ragos

By sixbeforelunch Kal'i'farr heh T'naehm - T - T'Lin/Veral - 🔒 Let'thieri - T - T'Lin/Veral - 🔒 Khaf-spol t'M'aih - T - T'Lin/Veral - 🔒 Tel-nel-dath - G - T'Lin/Veral - 🔒 Masu-kastra - T - T'Lin/Veral - 🔒

#star trek original series #st:tos #star trek discovery #st:dsc #star trek alternate original series #st:aos #star trek next generation #st:tng #star trek deep space nine #st:ds9 #star trek voyager #st:voy #expanded universes #ad astra fanfic #trekfic

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sl-walker · 1 year

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Ad Astra News - 5/21 - 5/27

State of the Archive

Currently the archive is up, running and stable on otw-archive. Technical issues include: Links from e-mails not landing on the correct subdomain, so if you want to join up, you have to add beta.adastrafanfic.com/[insert validation link] in order to validate your account. If you don’t want to or can’t, though, just hit me up and I’ll do it from the back end! Another technical issue is that dates/times aren’t populating correctly on newly posted stories, but that’s a pretty minor thing. If you see a bug, let me know!

If you do join up and want to post, please make sure you read the Tagging FAQ.

The original eFiction archive will become a static-only monument on September 1st, 2023.

Weekly Challenge # 6

On our chat server that starts with a D, the current challenge is New Homes; between 100 and 700 words of fic about new homes, be they literal places, new ships, new crews or people in general.

Stories Archived

Star Trek: Enterprise

By Jespah

The New House - G - Malcolm Reed/OFC

By @merfilly

The Unquiet End - T - Takashi Kimura/Hoshi Sato

Star Trek: The Original Series

By @beatrice-otter

Undiscovered Stars - G - James T. Kirk/Lando Calrissian (SW x-over) The One Great Choice - T - Cleante al-Faisal, T'Shael, Jasmine al-Faisal

By @merfilly

A Breath of Fresh Air - T - Emony Dax/Leonard “Bones” McCoy Dreams - G - Hikaru Sulu Feelings - G - Spock Introspection - G - James T. Kirk Diplomacy - G - Mara, Pavel Chekov Storyteller - G - Nyota Uhura Serenity - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Julian Bashir (x-over with DS9) So Much - G - Montgomery “Scotty” Scott Enterprise - G Contemplation - M - David Marcus/Saavik Strong Ones - T - Una Chin-Riley/Nyota Uhura A Gift - T - James T. Kirk/Spock One Friend Lost... One Gained? - G - James T. Kirk A Shore Leave to Remember - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Nyota Uhura Necessary - T - Leonard “Bones” McCoy The Sound of His Engines - G - Montgomery “Scotty” Scott Frayed - G - Christine Chapel Sippin' Time - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy Complications of Empire - G - Kang Farewells - G - Christopher Pike Just One Man - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy Change of Command - G - Christopher Pike, Robert April Points of Communion - M - David Marcus/Saavik She Would Have Known - G - Spock Acceptance - G - James T. Kirk, David Marcus Memories of Smoke - G - Nyota Uhura Assumptions - G - Spock, Sarek

By @sl-walker

'Cross the River - G - Spock Iron - T - Montgomery “Scotty” Scott & Spock Not Too Soon - G - Sarek, Amanda Grayson, Spock Maps, Rules and Moderation - G - James T. Kirk & Leonard “Bones” McCoy

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

By @beatrice-otter

Those Left Behind - G - Christopher Pike, Sarek

Star Trek: The Next Generation

By @beatrice-otter

the simple secret of the plot - G - Guinan/Jean-Luc Picard Hope of Thee (The Zombie Remix) - G - Lwaxana Troi, Kestra Troi Processing - T - Data, Deanna Troi Reboot: The Chase - G - Jean-Luc Picard (x-over with Stargate:SG1) Reboot (Legacy) - G - Jean-Luc Picard (x-over with Stargate:SG1)

By @merfilly

Game in Town - G - Q Intimidated - G - Worf Admiral Compensations - T - Jean-Luc Picard Fell For Him - G - Beverly Crusher

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

By @beatrice-otter

Nerys and the Emissary - G - Kira Nerys & Benjamin Sisko In Due Season - T - Prophet/Joseph Sisko (Rape/Noncon) Ornament - T - Kira Nerys, Lupaza

By @merfilly

In a Different World - T - Elim Garak (Mirror)

Star Trek: Voyager

By @sl-walker

Idle - G - Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay

Expanded Universes

By LordMcCoveyCove

Communiques - G The New Threat - M - Tenth Doctor (x-over with Doctor Who)

#star trek fanfiction #star trek fanfic #star trek original series #star trek the next generation #star trek deep space nine #star trek voyager #ad astra fanfic #please feel free to signal boost!#i dunno if i'll be able to do this every week #but hey #it's worth a try

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byneddiedingo · 9 months

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Carey Mulligan and Bradley Cooper in Maestro (Bradley Cooper, 2023)

Cast: Bradley Cooper, Carey Mulligan, Matt Bomer, Gideon Glick, Maya Hawke, Sarah Silverman, Vincenzo Amato, Michael Urie, Greg Hildreth, Brian Klugman, Nick Blaemire, Mallory Portnoy, Yasen Peyakov, Zachary Booth, Miriam Shor, Alexa Swinton. Screenplay: Bradley Cooper, Josh Singer. Cinematography: Matthew Libatique. Production design: Kevin Thompson. Film editing: Michelle Tesoro. Music: Leonard Bernstein.

The Aussies call it "tall poppy syndrome." It's that tendency to try to undermine or underestimate the achievement of anyone who excels. And I think we saw it directed at Bradley Cooper when the first big wave of negative publicity came out from a critic from the Hollywood Reporter who saw the trailer for Maestro and called the prosthetic nose Cooper wore to play Leonard Bernstein "ethnic cosplay." The word "Jewface," analogous to blackface and "yellowface," labels for white performers pretending to be Black or Asian, was tossed about, as if Cooper were somehow guilty of antisemitism, or even depriving a Jewish actor of the role. Defenders came to the fray, including Bernstein's family, who indicated their approval of Cooper's choice, and others who pointed out that Cooper wasn't playing a negative stereotype, or even a character like Shylock or Fagin, but an authentic musical genius. But the damage was done, and the controversy continues to be a kind of scrim through which we watch and assess the film. I think much of it stems from the fact that Cooper is one of the most exceptional talents of our time, recognized for excellence as an actor, director, and screenwriter -- a tall poppy indeed. He has a total of nine Academy Award nominations in all three of those fields plus producing -- for Todd Phillips's Joker (2019) and Guillermo del Toro's Nightmare Alley (2022). He won a BAFTA for the music of A Star Is Born (2018), for which he wrote and sang several songs, and for which he also won two Grammys. He was nominated for a Tony in 2015 for his performance on Broadway in The Elephant Man. (One of the critics of the prosthetic nose observed that he wore no disfiguring makeup for the role of John Merrick, suggesting that if he's that good an actor, he should have played the role of Bernstein without the help of makeup.) All of this is preface to saying that Maestro is an exceptional film that only adds luster to an already distinguished career. It has been labeled a biopic, which is inadequate. Biographical films are usually distanced from their subjects, dramatizations of events in a career. Maestro is more intimate than that, a portrait of a man and a marriage. Cooper goes beyond mimicry of Bernstein in a serious effort to suggest the social and sexual and artistic tensions seething within the man. If I have to voice a criticism it's that he doesn't quite bring it off -- it's a little too much for any actor or screenwriter to achieve. But Cooper shows us the depths even if he doesn't plumb them. He wisely lets us have our own thoughts about something even Bernstein probably couldn't define about his sexuality: whether he was gay or bisexual, or whether that question is stupid and irrelevant. Carey Mulligan's performance as his wife, Felicia, brittle and burning, is a perfect match for Cooper's. If they don't have the chemistry that Cooper had with Jennifer Lawrence in Silver Linings Playbook (2012) or Lady Gaga in A Star Is Born, that's partly the point: The marriage of Lenny and Felicia was one of unresolved tension. Hence the epigraph for the film: "A work of art does not answer questions, if provokes them; and its essential meaning is in the tension between the contradictory answers." I have the feeling that Maestro will be remembered and studied for years to come.

#Maestro #Bradley Cooper #Carey Mulligan

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thelastunicornflipouts · 1 year

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Since I feel too much of a lazy bum today, I am creating a SchmendrickXMolly playlist (under the excuse that then I will have music I can listen to while I study and write the book reviews I must write before the deadline crashes on me).

Somewhere Only We Know – Keane

L’Apprendista Stregone (The Sorcerer Apprentice) – Angelo Branduardi

Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own – U2

Do It Again – Stroke 9 (because they also need some profane love)

Downtown Lights – Annie Lennox version

All The Small Things - blink-182

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out – The Smiths

Fix You – Coldplay

If It Be Your Will – Leonard Cohen

(Just Like) Starting Over - John Lennon

The Book of Love – Peter Gabriel

Il Tuo Culo E Il Tuo Cuore (Your Ass And Your Heart) – Roberto Vecchioni (because Schmendrick is all about singing a love song for Molly while complimenting her booty... the song is much more poetic than the title suggests, I promise)

Just Like Heaven – The Cure

The Wolf Is Getting Married – Sinead O’Connor

Original Of The Species – U2

She Is – The Fray

Abbracciala, Abbracciali, Abbracciati (Hug Her, Hug Them, Hug Yourself) – Lucio Battisti

Angel’s Song – Debbie Harry

We All Go Back To Where We Belong – R.E.M.

Do You Realize?? – The Flaming Lips

Gong – Sigur Ros

Venus as a Boy - Björk

Il Mio Canto Libero (My Song of Freeedom) – Lucio Battisti

#The Last Unicorn #TLU #schmendrick #molly grue #schmolly #schmolly playlist #tried to avoid songs too corny for them #a few are in italian #I can provide a translation #I am feeling too lazy today

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contremineur · 8 months

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They must have been Molly Bloom’s favourites since she remembered how the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head yes, and Virginia Woolf wrote in late winter/early spring in one of her last diary entries L is doing the rhododendrons. Maybe Leonard was planning a trip to Rhodes, island of Rhodos, roses, or just removing compost, bark or straw mulch, some burlap, snow or wind screen from around the shrubs. Perhaps he stood out in the garden, secateurs in hand, deadheading the most far-reaching blossom inflorescences, their frayed ends dangling as if they had exploded like firecrackers. From a distance, it must have looked like a Greek dance, one leg crossed over the other, someone holding a bouquet of air at the end of each outstretched arm, praising what comes back each spring, or doesn’t.

Angie Estes, La fleur que j'aime

from here

#angie estes #poetry #quote #lit #excerpt

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paramounticebound · 9 months

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Send me 🫦 to have a New year's kiss at midnight. || @barebcnes || not accepting.

He'd never cared much for tradition. Whatever had been taught to him by his mother had been washed away in sand and soot, reminding him that rituals had little use. Life would not halt for repetition or custom, ever apathetic in a constant, churning galaxy. Thus the way he remained impartial, a silent and immutable shadow in the corner of the room that observed with quiet, passive eyes, was largely ignored.

Still, he'd been permitted a momentary freedom from his prison. McCoy had convinced the captain that socialization would be beneficial for his rehabilitation, a forced integration the perfect tool of healing. Perhaps not in those words-- not really, not when he'd been incapable of the feat lest it concerned his body. Inside his skull, the darkness a perpetual companion. Earth had changed, yet he had remained the same.

How harrowing, the thought flitted through his mind like a moth yearning for the decimation of flame, ever the brooding shadow in the corner of the room.

A wonder that few spared him a glance as the festivities continued. That was how it ought to remain. If he planned on allowing weakness, he would never say so. Leonard was not his world, but he was close enough to occupy Khan’s mind that it made him wonder, made him doubt that pride-woven sense of self. Comfort became a weakness that seeped from the pores of his teeth and the pink of the tongue that wet his bottom lip.

McCoy brought him tea. It’d become something of a habit by now. Such a thought: it was easy to get ensnared, but he would never admit there are other reasons. Maybe he was selfish. Maybe he was insane. Maybe he was not ready to tell the good doctor that he was ready to flay himself open-- reveal himself as a poet instead of a warlord. A man instead of a monster.

Maybe he was weak. Maybe he was no better than the chemistry and firing synapses in his skull after all.

It was that, the swell of foreign emotions; the culprit, overtaking him, continuing the chain of cruel, thoughtless decisions. Leonard is near, leaning into him to say something above the cacophany of laughter, music, and downward count of time. If there was a protest, Khan pointedly ignored it, backing the other against the wall. The augment was not as subtle, no, not when he was made of jagged edges and frayed wire. Khan’s lips found McCoy's, quick and magnetic, and he could not break away before he realized his error. He lingered, too long. Always too long.

A new year, a new vulnerability.

#barebcnes #welp back @ u friend #verse: a sun that never sets (main.)#x: YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME SLEEP (queue.)

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