#like I love them culmets family SO MUCH

[dragons-in-spaceee]

Are we gonna ignore the fact that Saru legit just adopted a child

[browneyedgenius]

fic writer review

thanks for the tag @innertimetraveldetective and @herosofmarvelanddc !!! <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

30!!!

2. Whats your total Ao3 word count?

49811 :)

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

including unposted wips, five I think?

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Everything you hoped for - Agents of SHIELD, 99 kudos. I am very good at forgetting the plots of my works but I'm pretty sure this is an angsty post-s2 fic between May and Daisy, and their mother-daughter relationship.

When the world gets too heavy (put it on my back) - Agents of SHIELD, 93 kudos. This one is one of my only multi chaps and it's about mama may taking care of the bus kids, and the bus kids taking care of her.

Hey, Google - Agents of SHIELD, 85 kudos. Bus kids mess around with a Google Home and try to get Philinda together. One of my first ever fics.

your heart’s a thousand colours (and they’re all shades of blue) - Agents of SHIELD, 80 kudos. I didn't realize this one had grown so popular! This one's more recent and it's a mothers' day fic between may and daisy. super duper cute.

You did everything just right - Agents of SHIELD, 62 kudos. Pretty sure this is an AU in which Daisy dies, with Hamilton lyrics sprinkled in. Fun for the whole family!

I think the reason all of these fics are from the AOS fandom is because it was the one I wrote the most for, and the first one I wrote for, so they've had a bit of time to accumulate kudos and reads. :)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I love reading comments and I always always try to reply to them as much as I can! But I'm currently really really behind, whoops. So sorry if you've commented and still haven't gotten a reply.

I try to reply to them because I really appreciate comments. Sometimes when I'm in a bad mood I reread through them and they always make me smile.

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Every Story Has An End (I Wish Ours Wasn't So Soon) is a goodbye letter for May from Coulson I wrote with the lovely @sad-tunes. It's probably one of the angstiest things I've got. other than that though there's also my fic from MakeKatCry2020 in which I kill all of the members of the team! Yay! It's called We made all the wrong choices and it's probably one of my best works.

7. Do you write crossovers?

I enjoy writing crossovers, but I don't usually because it takes a lot of work to make all of the characters fit and make sure they get an equal amount of speaking time. I like reading them though!

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

I don't think so!

9. Do you write smut?

Nope

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No to this one too

11. Ever had a fic translated?

No again

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! the one I mentioned above ( Every Story Has An End (I Wish Ours Wasn't So Soon) ) is one I cowrote with @sad-tunes.

13. All time fav ship?

Ohhh I can't choose! There are too many. I love philinda and culmets and ineffable husbands and supercorp and a;lsdjf;sladkjl;hljk

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

My epic self-indulgent crossover (Daughters of the Gods). I forgot like all of the plot already lol.

15. Writing strengths?

I literally have no idea lol. maybe describing things?

16. Writing weaknesses?

possibly plotting things out. definitely plotting things out.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I don't really do it, because I don't think I've ever had to. mostly though I think it depends on whether or not you're able to make the dialogue flow. if you can then that's great and I'm totally in favour of it! if not though there are other options that I personally would prefer.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Agents of SHIELD!

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

time ticks forward (don't look back) is a series with two short works I wrote for Star Trek discovery. very angsty, but I really love the style and everything about them, really. it delves into a certain scene between two characters in which one of them dies at the end of season 2.

no pressure tags: @captainsophiestarkwriting @eowima @would-die-for-fitzsimmons @a-biochemist-not-a-bird and anyone else who'd like to do this!

[porthos-stew]

Ok so I’ve never done this before so let’s hope this works.

SNJFKFNKSJFNSKFJNFJF- YOUR ART IS AMAZING AND SO CUTE AND EVERY TIME YOU POST YOUR ART IT MAKES ME SMILE AND ITS SO CUTE AND AAAAAAAAAHMFAJFJFNFF !!!!! I LIVE FOR YOUR CULMETS FAMILY CONTENT HONESTLY ITS AMAZING AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND YOU GIVE ME SUCH BEAUTIFUL CONTENT !!!!!!!!!!! THE YOUR CULMETS FAMILY MEMES MAKE ME CACKLE EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Have an amazing day, you deserve it !!!!!!

If that didnt work or I did something wrong please inform me and let me know how to work this so I can give your work the praise it deserves. :)

OGHhGh thaNk you,, i’m so so happy you like the wormies AND THEIR DADS!! I rEaLly LOVE making memes of them too so i’m glad that’s enjoyed too 😔❤️

[samstree]

The Time Traveler’s Wife AU

The Time Traveler’s Wife is a great love story. And there’s not enough fics written in this au. This is part one.

Also I’m gonna pretend English is my first language.

the time traveler’s wife au for culmets.

‌Where Hugh is a time traveler. 

He can’t actually control it, he just disappears randomly and reappears at some other time at a certain place, after a while returns to his own time, could be minutes or hours.

It started when he was a teenager. One minute he was in his own room, the next moment he was in the corner of a conference hall with someone doing a presentation about some mushrooms... maybe?

He was only there for a few minutes though, then he suddenly snapped back to his home.

It only happened occasionally over the next few years. It could be a lot of trouble with explaining his sudden disappearance and finding a place to spend the time in a strange place, but Hugh managed each time and it just became a slight inconvenience. 

When Hugh was 22 and studying in med school, he had an internship in Alpha Centauri. One the first day, he was sitting in a cafe during lunch break, and unconsciously starting humming while on his PADD. 

A voice beside him said: “How many times did I tell you, Hugh, humans can’t sing Kasseelian Opera.” 

That is rude, Hugh thought, and what... does he know anyone here?

He turned around and saw this pale blonde guy, with a warm smile and the most beautiful ocean-blue eyes he'd seen. Then that smile faded and became surprise when he realized Hugh didn't really know him. 

The guy immediately became nervous and started stammering, “Um... So this must be the first time we meet. Actually meet in normal time... I mean.”

Oh. Clarity hit Hugh. He must have traveled to this guy’s past in his future. Up until then his jumps had seemed pretty random and he always kept a low profile in unfamiliar places, so he was fairly curious how he would manage to make friends.

“I'm Paul, by the way. ” the guy extended his hand, looking at Hugh expectantly.

‌"Hugh Culber" Hugh took his hand.

”Yeah, I know."

And then pretty much the same thing with canon. Hugh found out Paul was an astromycologist who had a passion for nature, physics and mushrooms. They started dating, for a while it was long distance and video calls. 

It turned out Paul first met Hugh when he was only 9. Then Hugh made a considerable amount of appearance in Paul’s life through his teenage years. Especially during the summer when Paul’s family went on vacations. 

Paul insisted that they don’t go into too much details about all the times Hugh hadn’t experienced yet. But he did give Hugh a record of the exact dates he would travel to.

On their second date (second official date, after their jobs put them back on earth), Hugh didn’t make it. Just before he left his apartment he materialized in an unfamiliar forest. When he walked around there is a huge clearing, with a small cabin and a meadow. A small blonde boy with glasses was sitting on the ground, holding a book and binoculars.

Hugh felt his heart skip a beat.

“Who are you?”,the young Paul looked up and asked defensively.

“I’m just here by accident.” Huge put up his hands to show he meant no harm, “My name is Hugh. What are you doing here by yourself?”

“I’m with my family.” the boy still looked skeptical. He pointed to the cabin “We are all here for the holiday.” 

“Then do you mind if I stay here for a little bit. I won’t be long.”

They spent an hour together in the meadow. Once the boy dropped his guard he could talk non-stop about all the birdwatching he was doing, and how his time alone with the nature during the vacation was his favorite. He’d been collecting plants and bugs too, but mostly he kept a detailed record about all the mushrooms he saw in the woods. When Hugh saw the note, he half jokingly said “Maybe you should do this for a living.”

When he was about to disappear, Hugh told Paul he was a time traveler before the boy rolled his eyes.

“I can prove it to you.” Hugh smiled, feeling the same sensation of being pulled away seconds before it happened every time. “Next Sunday, I’ll be back at 4.” Then the world changed in front of his eyes.

So that was also their first meeting.

When he finally made it to the restaurant, Paul was still there, moping, with a drink in his hands. He couldn’t possibly think I stood him up, so Hugh quickly sat down, apologized and told him about the cabin, “And you didn’t even know me then.”

The frown on Paul’s face turned into a soft knowing smile, “Yeah? I sure didn’t believe you. For ten days I thought it was all a daydream.”

Then life went on. For years their career proceeded normally, and they were mostly in sync, aside from the occasional visits to the forest. Sometimes Hugh would catch Paul hiking; they would stay in the woods, talking about their childhood, mushrooms, and sometimes opera.

Yes, Paul did make fun of his love in humming. (He might have said their vocal cords were just physically too different, and a bad imitation is an insult to both races. Ouch, teenagers can be so snarky.) But once Hugh sang the lullaby he learned from his mom. They had a picnic when Paul was 13. Paul was lying on the cloth, eyes closed, with sunlight on his face through the leaves. He murmured it’s really beautiful before falling asleep.

Paul had been extra eager to know about his own future around 16. He tried so many times to pry it out of Hugh during that year. ( “No, it’s your rule. I’m not going to tell you whether mycelium can be used for travelling or not.”)

Or sometimes Paul could be older, already in university. His first kiss with Hugh was freshman year in the school library, Hugh was 25. Paul was surprised, because he hadn’t seen him in a year. And it was a big, stressful year. He held Hugh instantly, saying how he missed him over and over. Then they shared a sweet kiss behind the shelf. 

That night when Hugh got off shift and climbed in bed, he would hold Paul close and put a kiss on his forehead. Then he whispered “I was in the library with you.” Like other times when he said he was in the woods, it put a sleepy smile on Paul’s face, before he buried himself deeper in Hugh’s chest.  

OK, so this is not over. I had this idea last night and wrote half of it down. There’s some angsty stuff coming to mind right now.

The movie is about a guy who kinda travels randomly through time. But each time he is pulled towards a certain girl. That girl is like an anchor to him, so their entire lives are tangled together. They fall in love, but the whole thing doesn’t go linearly. It’s kind of like 11th Doctor and River Song.  

Now I just want to watch this movie again. (Maybe cry again at the ending).

Here’s the picnic in the movie ↓↓

[soap-brain]

6 with Culmets and/or 22 with McKirk

aa thank you :D both of them under the cut!

first sentence writing prompts! i do tos spirk, aos mckirk, aos chril / my chril, canon culmets and sunrises!culmets by default, and you can def ask about other ships as well!

6 - “Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married? Love,” Hugh says, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “You don’t have to pretend to be in a relationship with me. You are in one, and I love you a lot.”

“I kno- I - Hugh, that’s not the point!”

“Then what is the point? Paul, you’re… being weird.”

Paul runs his hands through his hair again. It’s spiking up prettily by now, which is cute, but also a clear indicator of his agitation, if you hadn’t guessed from his pacing and the general fidgeting.

“The point is you.”

“Okay?”

“The point is… all of you.” Paul gesticulates at him like yes, all of Hugh is the problem to an even bigger problem that sounds like he made it up, and that it’s a problem because it’s a problem. “The point is that you’re you, and you’re the way you are, and I’m going to be in charge of people. Do you see?”

“I… I’m trying to, but… no, sorry.”

Sigh. “You’re you.”

“So I’m the problem?”

“Yes.”

Hugh raises an eyebrow.

“And no,” Paul amends. “I - you’re an idiot.”

“That’s the problem?”

“No. Well, kinda, at the moment it is, but no, not technically.”

“Paul, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Didn’t your mom teach you not to swear?”

“Corazón, I’m at the end of my wit here. What are you talking about?” Hugh asks, fast approaching exasperated. He’s careful to keep that out of his voice, because it only serves to make Paul withdraw, and even though he is being ridiculous, maybe even intentionally so, it’s kinda cute and there’s probably a very profoundly adorable meaning behind everything.

“I’m talking about the fact that I’ll be in charge of a team of scientists starting tomorrow, which I’ve never been before, and that you need to pretend to be married to me.”

“I know, I understood that, but why is the one thing connected to the other?”

“There’ll be people. And I’ll have to talk to them.”

“And there’s an obscure social rule that says you need to be married in order to be allowed to talk to people?”

“Nooo, Hugh! They’re - what if they ask?”

“About whether you’re in a relationship?”

“Yes!” Paul is standing right in front of Hugh now, and his eyes are wide and blue and very, very pretty but also very fearful. Of what, Hugh doesn’t know, but he slips his arms around Paul’s waist and draws him close, resting their foreheads together.

“And then you tell them you’ve got a boyfriend, or whatever other term you’d prefer.”

“And what if they ask who you are?”

“Well… you can tell them my name; they’ll know me, there’s only little more than a hundred people on the Discovery.”

Paul groans like a wounded animal. “And then they’ll know who you are.”

“Yes. And?”

He closes his eyes and moves his face into Hugh’s shoulder.

“You know.”

“Is this some ‘I’m not good enough for Hugh’ bullshit?”

Paul groans again.

“And if they think I’m married nobody will make a move on me which otherwise they’d do because you’re not good enough for me or something?”

“If you say it like that it sounds bad.”

“That’s ‘cause it does, love. But I’ve got a better solution.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let go of me for a second and don’t run off.” Hugh releases his grip and puts a fleeting kiss to Paul’s temple. Paul is frowning again, but it seems to be a frown of stubbornness, and that’s par the course for him.

Hugh returns and is happy to find Paul still standing where he left him, glaring a little, because for all Paul doesn’t like feeling bad about something (such as thinking he’s not good enough for Hugh, the concept of which is downright laughable), he’s usually also not too thrilled about being proved wrong. He’s a cute weirdo, and most importantly, Hugh’s weirdo.

“I think I wrote ten speeches, probably more,” Hugh begins softly, watching Paul’s face. “I spent hours considering scenarios and dates to take you on and perfect moments or cute moments or funny moments, but… well, I wanted it to be perfect, of course, so it makes for nice memories, but I didn’t want it to be just for show, you know?” There’s realization dawning on Paul’s face, and Hugh’s heart is suddenly somewhere in his throat. Which is odd because it’s just Paul and he’s pretty sure Paul’s going to say yes and he also loves Paul a lot. “And also… I could never really work out what to say. How to put into words how much you mean to me. I mean - I had classes on what to say in every situation, what some words mean, and I’ve known you for long enough that I know what to say around you, and how you react to certain trigger words and I know you, I know how you… you know, how you work and just… what you’re like, and I like that, a lot, obviously, and-”

“You’re rambling,” Paul interrupts, oddly calm.

“Yeah, yeah, I am. I’m - it’s stupid, but I’m… fuck, I’m so in love with you, and I don’t even know why but sometimes I just get the worst case of butterflies around you, and just because you laughed or said something or because you’re being cute, and it takes my breath away, and-”

“You’re still rambling.”

“Yeah. Marry me.” It comes out in one quick breath, a lot easier than Hugh ever thought, and also not as a question at all, and he’s not on his knee and he fumbles actually pulling out the ring, which is also stupid because he doesn’t even know whether Paul likes rings or whether he’ll like this one or whether he’ll even want to marry Hugh. “You - we wouldn’t have to pretend,” his mouth adds unnecessarily.

Paul stares.

Paul stares some more.

“Okay,” he says after what was probably only a second (it really was). “Okay, yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Hugh must’ve put the ring on Paul eventually, because it’s not in his hand anymore, but Paul’s eyes are really, really blue and there are a lot of butterflies in Hugh’s stomach and he’s very badly in love.

“You could tell them you’ve got a fiancé,” he offers and watches Paul smile.

“Believe me, I will.”

22 - “What do you mean by leaving?”

Jim seems to shrink in on himself at that. 

“Not anymore,” he tries, but he doesn’t look Leo in the eyes.

“You were gonna leave the Enterprise.”

“Yeah.”

“And you were gonna tell me when?”

“I… Leo, look, I’m sorry. And I’m staying now, and-”

“But you weren’t. You were gonna leave, kid, and you didn’t even tell me. I thought I was -”

“Don’t say that. Please, Leo, don’t say that. I can’t - don’t say that, please.”

Leo sighs and plonks his glass down on the bar. 

“C’mere, kid,” he mutters and pulls Jim into a hug. “You’re an idiot.”

Jim hums his agreement.

“But - you’re my idiot. And… maybe talk to me on occasion, yeah? Be honest. I got two ears and a brain between ‘em, and I might be able to help you, yeah? You don’t have to push through everything on your own anymore. I’m here for ya.”

“I know. And you got a PhD in psychology.”

“Mhm, yeah, that too.”

“Talk to me, Jim, yeah? I’m always gonna listen.”

“I don’t want to leave anymore. I - I found myself, I think. I know what I’m doing this for, and I want to keep doing it.”

“What do you do it for?”

Jim draws back, wearing a stupidly excited grin. “Well, for one, it’s fucking awesome! And… doing it for me, that makes me happy, because being a captain makes me happy, because… because that’s where my family is, and…”

“And you’re not overshadowed by George Kirk anymore, Jim. Like… damn, you weren’t even a finished cadet when you already outdid him.”

“Yeah. Weird to think about, because…”

“Because you spent your entire life living for him, and you got no clue who Jim Kirk is, because you were only ever George Kirk’s kid.”

“It’s really fucking freaky when you do that thing. Feels like you’re reading my mind.”

Leo slaps Jim’s shoulder and grins. “It’s the psychology degree. You want another round?”

Jim slides his glass over. The grin stays in the corner of his mouth.

AY THIS WAS A FUCKTON OF FUN OH MY GOD???

first sentence writing prompts! i do tos spirk, aos mckirk, aos chril / my chril, canon culmets and sunrises!culmets by default, and you can def ask about other ships as well!

[misereremei]

culmets + 14 from the cuddle prompts?

Yay, my first prompt ask ever! Thanks, @mutantmeme, this was really fun! I cheated a little and set it a few years pre-war. Also, couldn’t help but throw in a little New Year’s theme. I’ll put it up on AO3 too…

“You brought me here to see more mushrooms?”

Hugh surveyed his surroundings with exasperated amusement. Along hike on a cold Yllurian night with Paul and the rest of his astromycology lab had justconcluded atop some rolling green hills, which gave a clear vista to a hugemushroom forest in the valley below.

“Not just any mushrooms, dear doctor!”

“That’s what you always say,” Hugh mutters, not unkindly.

“Look around you! We’re not the only weirdos here this time.”

He was right. Crowds of locals and tourists were gathered, allfacing the valley.

“Well, if you’d only tell me what this is all about, maybeI’d be as excited as the rest of you.”

Paul was laying out a blanket. Others were too. Straal and thelab busied themselves with setting out their blankets, some chairs, a pile ofsnacks, and thermoses of warm drinks. Their lab manager Nikita was there too,warmly wrapped up in multiple scarves, setting up a few tricorder stations.

Paul seated Hugh on their blanket, fetched them mugs of hot cocoaand quickly settled in at his side. Shivering from the cold, he draped ablanket around their shoulders and pressed a quivering thigh to Hugh’s. Theyhuddled together in a bundle, sharing each others’ warmth, gratefully sipping drinksthat were just a little too hot. 

Straal started a countdown that others in the vicinitypicked up. Soon enough half of the hillside was chanting along: “3…2…”

Paul gripped Hugh’s hand.

“…1.”

The forest exploded into dazzling bio-luminescence. Not just thetypical glowing green one would usually expect, but blues, pinks, golds too, allcompeting for attention. People gasped, some even broke into spontaneous applausein appreciation of a stunning performance of nature.

It was breathtaking.

Paul nuzzled their heads close, and the hair of theirforeheads made that little intimate skritching sound as they rubbed themtogether. “It’s a totally unique biological phenomena,” he sighed. “It happensonce in the Yllurian solar cycle, right at the start of their new year.”

“How are the other colors happening?” Hugh murmured.

“It’s all in the composition of the soil. Here—“ and Paulheld out a tricorder he had thoughtfully made ready. Of course his love knewthat he’d want to read more. Smiling, Hugh set down his mug of cocoa and let goof Paul’s hand to accept the proffered scanner.

Some tourists were hitting up Straal and other members ofthe lab with questions, which they were happily fielding.

But Paul stayed put at his side and hooked his chin over hisshoulder so they could look at the readings together, and his arm wrappedaround Hugh’s back.

In a little burst of glee, Paul squeezed them together, slimbicep pushing into Hugh’s strong side. “Cool, right?”

Hugh finished scrolling through and looked at Paul. His dancingeyes were reflecting the array of colors from the forest.

“Very cool, my love.”

Something about the kiss that followed was so tender, almosttentative; it almost felt like the very first time their lips had ever touched.

Hugh was reluctant to pull back; their parted lips hoveredclose for an electrifying few moments, their warm breath mingling.

“Happy new year, dear doctor.”

Straal’s voice broke over their heads. “Alright you two.Keep it age-appropriate, there are families present.”

Paul groaned. “Go away,Straal.”

“Stamets, I don’t expect much sense out of you, but come on,Culber – you’re supposed to be the designated grown-up here.”

“Now wait a second,” Hugh protested. “Since when am I your lab’sden mother?”

Extra blankets rained down onto their laps. “We’re goingdown to get a closer look. See you guys later. Have fu-uun.”

Hugh watched in amusement as Paul, pink-cheeked, pitched headfirstinto the cozy pile.

“I hate you,” his muffled voice called to Straal’s back.

A pause as a quiet hush swept over the hill. Hugh’s fingers cameup to the blond head resting on his lap and scratched through prickly hair onthe nape of Paul’s neck. “This is nice.”

“Hmmm.”

The glow from the forest seemed to intensify, as if to catchthe attention of the canopy of stars above. The air grew colder; some of thecrowd started to thin out. But they remained, welcoming the Yllurian New Year nestledtogether in a fort of blankets.

[thebreakfastgenie]

star trek (all star trek) (all of it)

okay I’m just.... gonna do one for each series that I have seen a significant amount of

TOS/TAS:

otp: spirkfavourite canon pairing: can I still say spirk or... otherwise mmmmm I guess Sarek/Amanda there really aren’t a whole lot of choices hereworst pairing ever: Spock/Leila from this side of paradise. he’s gay. guilty pleasure pairing: Uhura/T’Pring they never actually meet and that’s normally not my thing but I love lesbiansa pairing you want to see more: look Star Trek V makes it seem like Uhura/Scotty might be a thing but then it’s never raised again and I don’t really care if they date or not it’s good either way but I just want to knowthat pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: I’m not that into Chapel/Uhura. They’re both gay just not for each other. favorite non-romantic pair: everyone. all of them. the crew as a whole. Sulu and Janice Rand in that one early episode was great and I want more of it. also shoutout to Sulu/Chekov tho I’m not opposed to them being romantic.

TNG:

otp: Crusher/getting some there are a couple episodes where she just seems really horny favourite canon pairing: of the choices I guess I’ll go with Picard/Vash but I haven’t like actually seen them onscreen together yetworst pairing ever: that one episode where Geordi was like lowkey dating a hologram of one of the Enterprise’s designersguilty pleasure pairing: listen I hate him but sometimes..... sometimes Troi and Riker have their moments and I want to root for them. but then Riker starts being Riker again. a pairing you want to see more: I hear excellent things about Geordi/Data but alas I am still early in the show and haven’t seen much of them yetthat pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: I guess Q/Picard in a way but it’s more that I’m on the fence about whether Picard returns Q’s feelings or notfavorite non-romantic pair: Worf and Tasha (RIP) they have a great friendship built on snarking and wanting to fight everything

DS9: 

otp: garashirfavourite canon pairing: GARASHIR (or Sisko/Kasidy if you’re gonna be that way)worst pairing ever: remember when Jake was 16 and he was dating a 20 year old named like Marta? thatguilty pleasure pairing: remember when Quark had that Epic Romance with that Cardassian dissident professor and then it never came up again? Armin Shimmerman played the hell out of that and I am Weak for Casablanca ripoffsa pairing you want to see more: please someone give Dax and Kahn a happy ending... please... also kiradaxthat pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: Quark/Odo (also Bashir/O’Brien)favorite non-romantic pair: JULIAN BASHIR AND JADZIA DAX

AOS:

otp: still spirkfavourite canon pairing: Sulu/his husband Benworst pairing ever: I Do Not Like Spock/Uhura they’re both gay and also it has no basis whatsoever in TOS so I don’t understand why it’s a thingguilty pleasure pairing: I haven’t actually seen the movie she’s so idk how it goes but I lowkey want Kirk to hook up with Carol Marcus as a nod to the original timelinea pairing you want to see more: triumvirate OT3 tbh it’s probably there but I haven’t seen it much and I much prefer it to Bones with either of the other two alonethat pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: I see a lot of McKirk in the AOS fandom and I’m Just Not Into Itfavorite non-romantic pair: Kirk and Bones are good in these movies. 

DIS:(contains spoilers)

otp: HUGH CULBER/A LONG HAPPY LIFEfavourite canon pairing: CULMETSworst pairing ever: Lorca/anyone but ESPECIALLY Michaelguilty pleasure pairing: hmmm Philippa/Michael because it’s supposed to be familial but it sure doesn’t come across that way! also I’m Interested in Lorca/Cornwell but like with the other Lorca who’s probably dead in the mirror universea pairing you want to see more: C U L M E T Sthat pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: I’m not that into Michael/Ash. it’s ok but I resent that the Heteros got to kiss before my gay space dads even though they’re an established relationship. favorite non-romantic pair: Tilly and Stamets

I have seen zero VOY or ENT so I cannot supply answers for those HOWEVER here is a greatest hits edition elimination round of all of the above together:

otp: lbr this is a tie between spirk and garashir and I will not choosefavourite canon pairing: culmetsworst pairing ever: Lorca/anyone but ESPECIALLY Michaelguilty pleasure pairing: Riker/Troi when Riker isn’t being Like Thata pairing you want to see more: kiradaxthat pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: McKirkfavorite non-romantic pair: JULIAN BASHIR AND JADZIA DAX