#seriously janeway is beyond perfect

[ivyabomination]

I have been so thoroughly enjoying my adult rewatch of star trek voyager so far.

I'm about a season in and every episode starts with one question like, how do we deal with time travel anomolies, and how do you communicate with people so far removed from your context. Which seems interesting enough if basic.

That then pivots into something like, does humanity actually represent home? Can a human colony so far removed from earth contact be a meaningful place to restart a life? Paired with, if we give this option to the crew and too many stay behind, can we even run the ship, is it ethical to give them that choice?

All in the same episode.

Oh also violence is an absolute last resort to solving any problem despite having sufficiently advanced weapons and tech.

Anyway, I love this show. I want Captain Janeway to be my mom and boss and best friend.

[stitching-in-time]

Voyager rewatch s3 ep15: Coda

Oh this one!!! Do you want to cry buckets of tears over a Star Trek episode? Then watch Coda, and you will!

I've seen this one so many times, and it never fails to reduce me to a blubbering mess.

The structure of this one is very unusual; the audience doesn't find out what's actually going on till the very end. We start out with a normal away mission, some cute talk about Voyager's first annual Talent Night, in which Captain Janeway apparently danced ballet(!!), and Janeway and Chakotay being flirty during the shuttle ride.

But they experience some kind of storm during landing, the shuttle crashes on the planet, Captain Janeway is seriously injured, and eventually, dies. But as soon as she does, she and Chakotay end up back where they started. They figure out there's a time loop going on, but in each one, Captain Janeway keeps dying in more unlikely ways, so we know something is up beyond a regular time loop. Eventually, they end up back at the first scene of the crash, and this time, Janeway is standing there watching herself die while Chakotay cries over her body. (And this isn't even the moment that made me cry!) Janeway watches again as the Doctor tries to revive her back in sickbay, but it doesn't work, and she dies again in the eyes of the crew, seemingly for real. While trying deperately to find a way to let the crew know that she's there, alive, Janeway encounters the supposed ghost of her father, played by none other than Broadway's legendary original Sweeney Todd and Frederik Egerman, Len Cariou. He tries to convince her to 'cross over', but Captain Janeway is having none of it. She refuses to believe she's dead, and even goes to her own funeral. And voila! We have the perfect recipe for tears!

Even though I know that the funeral scene technically didn't even happen in real life, it's still a giant fountain of feels. First B'Elanna talks about how much Janeway's belief in her meant to her, and she cries, so then I cry. Then we see Janeway crying listening to her crew talk about her, so I cry some more. Then Harry talks about Captain Janeway and breaks down crying, whereupon Tom has to come and take him aside and stand with him for a while, and by then, I'm just a complete sobbing, snotty mess. Whether or not it's actually happening, it's all true- these characters love each other so much, and because the alien is creating these scenes from reading Janeway's mind, we know that Janeway must feel how much her crew loves and respects her. Ok I'm crying again just thinking about it!!!

And yeah, eventually Janeway figures out that the ghost of her father is actually an alien entity- when she gets angry at his insistence that she has to cross over right away and leave her crew behind, she regains consciousness on the planet for a second, and realizes she's really been there the whole time, because her real dad never tried to shield her from anything to spare her pain. (I hope she went to therapy to unpack that relationship after he died!) She fights back against the alien, who's trying to basically eat her, delivering the iconic line 'Go back to hell, coward!' with the fiercest vitriol any human being could muster, making me love her 100 times more than I already did.

She drives the alien away, and wakes up on the planet, alive and well.

Back on board Voyager, Janeway throws herself back into work, because apparently Starfleet captains cope with their traumatic experiences by avoiding them. Chakotay comes in to check on her, and tells her to take care of herself (lol really? bro, how long have you known her??) and he gives her a flower, which is a totally normal thing for a first officer to do for their captain! (It is not.) Janeway accepts the flower with a delighted little giggle, as though that were a totally normal thing for a Starfleet captain to do. (It is not.) She talks to him a little bit about what happened, but then I guess she decides that there are better ways of avoiding dealing with her emotions than work, and she suggests to Chakotay that they go to the holodeck with a bottle of champagne, and go for a moonlight sail on Lake George together, as though that weren't the least normal thing a Captain could ever suggest to her first officer. (It is.) Chakotay, who she damn well knows is in love with her, immediately agrees, and from the look on his face, he seems to have the wrong idea about what the evening will entail, unless Captain Janeway has changed her mind about dating her crew, in which case: she fully intends to get drunk and make out with her first officer. I have no idea if they were meaning to imply that Janeway really thinks a moonlight sail with a guy who's in love with her isn't gonna encourage him, or if she's really just like, 'fuck it, I almost died, I'm gonna make out with him and blame it on the alcohol tomorrow', but I can say with certainty that neither of these options are just normal Captain and First Officer things. (They're in a relationship, your honor.)

And then the credits roll! What an absolutely wild ride!!

Tl;dr: A superb episode that has a bit of everything- time loops, layers on layers of alternate timelines, Captain Janeway's dad, everybody crying because they love Captain Janeway, a creepy soul eating alien, and the most insanely shippy ending scene, which even the most rabid J/C shipper couldn't top in a thousand fanfics. A classic.

[isagrimorie]

I think worse than the whole Janeway/Chakotay and Seven/Chakotay thing?

The way Starbuck/Apollo didn’t resolve.

At least the Janeway/Chakotay analogs= Roslin/Adama became a thing.

Kara just disappeared on Lee. Because she’s an Angel.

Everything beyond season 3 of BSG, except for a few exceptions, I loathe with a passion.

Especially when every beginning it went: “We had a plan.”

No Mr Ron “I hate Voyager with a Passion and I can do Better” Moore you DIDN’T.

Babylon 5 had a plan. You didn’t. And lied about it every single season and got some stupid ass pulls the more seasons happened.

First 3 seasons? Great!

Everything after?

Nope.

Seriously, most of the best BSG reboot ideas are all redressed Voyager ideas.

I think why I’m so annoyed and mad a out Ron Moore, and it’s something that’s been building is how everyone praise him as an auteur and in the same breath (on reddit at least) disparaging Voyager.

Voyager isn’t perfect, and yeah god knows I want some consistent carry over, and for the writers to give a damn for the final season. The writers have checked out but the actors (except Beltran) haven’t.

But I can watch Voyager over and over.

I won’t front either, I used to advocate for a full season of Year of Hell, until recently when I realize doing so will stop Voyager from being Star Trek and turn it into BSG.

Two good shows and franchises with different goals.

Did I wish there was someone who remembered Year of Hell? Yeah. Or maybe some damage on Voyager carried over? Sure.

But as I realized it, while there was a reset… the characterizations weren’t actually lost.

Because YoH!Janeway’s characteristics are Janeway’s throughout the show but essentially culminating in Endgame!Admiral!Janeway.

But also the ending of Voyager, while it had frustrating elements didn’t leave me furious, like BSG.

[itsclydebitches]

Voyager. Now that’s a kettle of fish. Obviously watch/enjoy whatever you wish, but I do recommend also checking out SFDebris’ reviews of the episodes (he’s the rwde of Voyager). He is a lot smarter and more eloquent than me.

Putting these two asks together since my thoughts on both are all jumbled! 

Now, I want to emphasize that I’ve only watched the first 16 episodes (Season One + Season 2 premiere), so idk if Voyager is going to go seriously downhill later on, but right now I do really like it. And not in a, “Lol yeah compared to the other crap on it’s good, I guess” way, but in a completely honest, “It has its flaws, but is overall a solid, compelling show with lovable characters” way. Out of curiosity I watched SFDebris’ review of “Phage,” though I’m afraid I didn’t agree with it. The only part were I was like, “Yeah okay” was pointing out that they had the Doctor using a keypad when he supposedly wasn’t solid, but that’s precisely the sort of continuity error that, in an otherwise strong show, I’m willing to shrug off. For all the major points, it sounds like SFDebris is concerned primarily with the show he wants Voyager to be, rather than the show Voyager actually is. Which I know sounds familiar--I’ve heard that criticism leveled at my own work: “You just want RWBY to be a totally different show”--but the difference is that Voyager is a part of an established franchise, following three other TV shows, an animated series, and a collection of films. It’s not an original show (like RWBY) that can take itself in any direction the story may need/claim to want (again, RWBY). It has a brand and those established characteristics seem to be bumping up against SFDebris’ critiques: 

Hating Neelix as a character - You’re supposed to hate him. Or at least find him frustrating (I don’t personally hate him) because that’s what all the characters are grappling with too. From Tuvok forced to have an awkward conversation while Neelix is in the bath to Janeway dealing with him taking over her dining room, Neelix’s conflict revolves around how others learn to accept him. Star Trek as a franchise is about “Infinite diversity in infinite combinations.” Voyager begins with the problem of how the trained Federation officers are supposed to work with the more violent Maquis. Difference doesn’t just create “Wow, you’re so amazing!” reactions, it also includes frustration, disagreement, and outright hostility. Creating an outsider character with a kind heart but incredibly overbearing personality is a great way to test the other characters’ convictions. Do they actually care about all life in the universe? Or do they only care about life when they personally find it palatable? Having Neelix around is a great reminder for them--and the viewer--that just because someone annoys you at times doesn’t mean they’re any less worthy of love, respect, and companionship. It also doesn’t mean they don’t have something to offer: he keeps the crew fed even if his cooking is horrible, he provides information about this area of space even if he sometimes gets it wrong, we roll our eyes at the “Morale Officer” stuff, but Neelix does provide much needed perspective for characters like Tuvok. If Neelix made fewer mistakes, stopped bugging the crew, became a “cooler” character for the audience to root for rather than be frustrated by... a lot of the point of his character would be lost. 

Frustration about discoveries not carrying over to the next episode - AKA, the crew finds inanely powerful, alien tech and then (presumably) never uses it again. This would indeed be a big problem in a serialized story (like RWBY) but Voyager maintains much of Star Trek’s original, episodic nature. Though we have continuity in the form of them inching towards home and evolving as characters, the world still resets to a certain point at the end of each episode. This is what allows Star Trek to explore so many different questions and have so many different adventures. If you demand that serialized continuity--this character needs to have an arc to deal with this traumatic experience, the crew has to follow the thread they just discovered, our Doctor needs to do something with the new tech they just found--then you lose the variety that Star Trek is known for. Instead of a new story each week (or, occasionally, across two weeks) you’ve got a single story spanning months. Neither form is better or worse than the other, it’s absolutely a preference, but there’s a very specific, structural, intentional reason why the characters “forget” about the things they’ve discovered and, at times, experienced. Unlike Ozpin forgetting that he has a nuke in his cane for seven volumes, or Ruby forgetting to use her eyes at crucial points, Star Trek deliberately sets things aside to ensure there’s room for new ideas and questions next episode. 

Janeway doesn’t kill the Vidiians to get Neelix his lungs back - No Starfleet captain would. At least, not during this period of Star Trek. Sisko has development in that regard (making morally gray choices), but that’s built into the heart of the show from the start: he’s on a station, not a starship, that is jointly run by the Federation and the Bajorans, and built by the Cardassians. The rules of the Federation always had a tenuous hold there and Sisko as a character always pushed the boundary of the Federations expectations (Q: “Picard never hit me!”) Janeway, in contrast, is 100% a Federation captain and, more importantly, has explicitly told her crew that they will be operating as a Federation vessel, despite being so far from home. That’s the conflict between the officers and the Maquis. That’s why Tuvok accepts the alien tech in “Prime Factors,” recognizing that Janeway can’t. That’s why Seska is a compelling antagonist, pressuring the crew to abandon their ideals for survival. The series (or at least that first season) revolves around questions about identity and whether they’re willing to give that identity up now that they’re out from under the Federation’s thumb. Overwhelmingly, they choose not to... which would make murdering the Vidiian a complete 180 for her character. We’re not necessarily supposed to agree with Janeway’s choice, we’re supposed to acknowledge that murdering another sentient being is not some simple choice to make, especially when you’re a leader devoted to a certain set of ideals. We’re supposed to recognize the challenges here (many of which SFDebris doesn’t acknowledge) like how you’re supposed to keep a prisoner for the next 75 years when you’re already struggling to feed and take care of the crew you have, or the fact that they claim to take organs from dead bodies and this was a rare time when they couldn’t. (It’s only in “Faces” that we learn this is complete BS and they actively kidnap people to work as slaves and then be harvested.) The frustration that Janeway doesn’t act here stems from wanting her to be a character who is, fundamentally, not a Star Trek captain. 

Granted, I only watched one review, but that’s what the whole thing felt like: wanting a series that’s not Star Trek. Something without a token, challenging character, without hand-wavy science, that’s more serialized, and doesn’t adhere to a “do no harm” code. (I just started “Initiations” and Chakotay asks a vessel to stand down three times, while actively being attacked, before finally retaliating and then he tries to reestablish communications and then he warns them about their engine and then he beams them aboard his shuttle. That’s what Star Trek (usually) is: that idealized love of life, even when that life is actively hostile). And like, that’s obviously fine! As you say, Flawartist, “watch/enjoy whatever you wish,” but just based on this one review I wonder if SFDebris just wants something other than Star Trek. 

I think one of the reasons why I feel passionately about this (beyond my love of context and recognizing when shows are actively trying to accomplish something specific) is that I went through this with DS9. For years I heard about how horrible the show was. It’s trash. It’s a mess. It’s not TNG, so don’t even bother. Or, if you do, be prepared for disappointment. There was this whole, strong rhetoric about how silly it all is--Star Trek is, by default, silly, so supposedly only the Shakespeare loving, archeology obsessed captain is sophisticated enough to save it--and then... I found nothing of the sort. I mean yeah, obviously Star Trek is silly as hell (that’s part of its charm), but DS9 was also a complex, nuanced look into everything from personal agency to the threat of genocide. There’s so much wonderful storytelling there... little of which made it into my cultural understanding of DS9. And now I’m seeing the same thing with Voyager. When I did some quick googling I was bombarded by articles saying how bad it is and now I have an ask comparing it to a show I don’t think has even a quarter of the heart the Star Trek franchise does. Which is is not AT ALL meant as a knock against you, anon. I’m just fascinated by this cultural summary of Star Trek: TOS is ridiculous but fun if you’re willing to ignore large swaths of it, TNG is a masterpiece and that’s that, DS9 is bad, Voyager is bad, and to be frank I haven’t heard much of anything about Enterprise. It’s weird! Because I watch these shows and I’m like, “Holy shit there’s so much good storytelling here.” Is it perfect? Not on your life, but it’s trying in a way that I can really appreciate. It’s Star Trek and Star Trek (at least at the time) meant something pretty specific. Criticisms about divisive characters or idealized forgiveness feel like walking out of a Fast and Furious film and going, “There was too much driving and silly combat. Why didn’t they just fix the situation in this easy way?” Because then we wouldn’t have a film about lots of driving and silly combat! If you make all the characters palatable, make Janeway harder, extend the impact of all the discoveries, remove the ridiculous science that doesn’t make any sense... then you don’t have Star Trek anymore. 

[mia-cooper]

Aight. I’ll ask the obvious. Kathryn Janeway. And the bonus character is... Tuvok.

Kathryn Janeway (also requested by @rikerssexblouse)

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How I feel about Kathryn:

My queen, I pledge thee my undying devotion and beg your forgiveness for indulging in a multitude of sordid sexual fantasies about you and then writing about them in detail.

All the people I ship romantically with Kathryn:

How long have you got? My motto is "Janeway x anyone who can get her off", so basically everyone, but I'll focus on my main ships. Buckle in, this could be lengthy.

1. Chakotay. Obvious. Married. Dessert. J/C comprises 84% of my fics. Enough said.

2. Tom Paris. It's just a little bit wrong and that's what makes it so right. They definitely fucked at some point, and I don't mean in salamander form.

3. Kashyk. Because sometimes a girl fancies a snake-hipped, leather-clad xenophobe with a fetish for dominating her.

4. B'Elanna Torres. If you're going to science the science, science it with a scientist who sciences scientifically. Also, warp cores are hot.

5. Mark Johnson. Oh, Mark. The steady, kindhearted nerd who loves her beyond reason. It could've been so beautiful.

6. Ayala. He's Chakotay without the complications, and he doesn't talk. What's not to like?

7. Justin Tighe. First love always cuts deepest, right? And what a noble, tragic figure this man is. This relationship just begs for exploration, and yes, I plan to.

8. Seven of Nine. It took me awhile to come around to this pairing, but I'm convinced. I don't see them having a lasting romantic relationship, but a fling with feels? Yes ma'am.

9. Owen Paris. Obscene, dirty, filthy, immoral. You rang?

10. Honourable mention goes to a tie between Gabriel Lorca (either version) and Christopher Pike, because you know our lady of the temporal headache would have tapped that given the chance.

Because one is never enough, let's talk about my favourite OT3s for Kathryn.

11a. Janeway x Chakotay x Paris. Oh, the uneasy sexual dynamics here. The mix of love/lust/jealousy/antipathy/competitiveness - who's the top? do they all switch? why aren't there more J/C/P fics?

11b. Janeway x Chakotay x Seven. Hell yes, I need more of this too. Are J/C teaming up to initiate 7 in the arts of the bedchamber? Is J a semi-willing intruder into the C/7 marriage bed? Have J/7 invited C to watch them and perchance to join in? I want all these scenarios and more.

My BroTP for Kathryn:

Tuvok, no contest. I love them. But B'Elanna comes in a close second.

My unpopular opinion about Kathryn:

She can't resist temptation... until she meets Chakotay. By which I mean Alpha quadrant Kathryn liked to fuck around because sex is fun and she's all about exploring, and I have various headcanons on how cool Mark was (or wasn't) with this. Delta quadrant Kathryn, though, can't risk it, at least not with Chakotay, because feelings are dangerous and also she doesn't think she deserves fun anymore. I could seriously go on about this for hours but it would probably turn into a treatise on how going from a varied and enthusiastic sex life to complete celibacy messes with her mind so much she almost loses it or possibly how she ties pain and self-denial and submission and control up in a lovely guilt cocktail but I'm pretty sure I've already done that a whole lot so I'll spare you.

One thing I wish had happened with Kathryn in canon:

A J/C KISS. Fuck's sake. I wouldn't even care if it turned out to be a temporal anomaly or an alternate universe or memory loss or alien possession or whateverthefuck. JUST LET THEM KISS.

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Tuvok

How I feel about Tuvok:

Ah yes, the salty grandpa with a soft heart for his captaindaughterbuddy and eyebrows that express the emotions he claims not to have. I love him and his stoicism and his sarcasm and his bluntness.

All the people I ship romantically with Tuvok:

T'Pel. That's it. They're perfection. Don't fuck with it.

My BroTP for Tuvok:

See above re: Janeway & Tuvok.

My unpopular opinion about Tuvok:

I think he secretly enjoyed Neelix's buffoonery. To a point, anyway. When he wasn't mind melding with serial killers and simulating various creative ways to murder the kitchen rat.

One thing I wish had happened with Tuvok in canon:

Can I switch this to one thing I wish hadn't happened? Because Kes kissing him should never have happened. I know she was possessed, but that was a thing I never needed to see.

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Thanks, @tri42! I’ll get to more of these later.

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Are you still taking second person prompts? I just saw you might still be taking second person prompts. If you are...everyone on Voyager remarks upon your resemblance to Captain Janeway and you know it's affecting your romantic prospects on board so you decide to secretly offer yourself to Chakotay as an intimate physical substitute. You dim the lights and tell him to pretend--you don't mind.

Okay, anon. This morphed into something crazy. And AWESOME. Thank you! I hope you’re not disappointed. NSFW. Obviously. It’s me…

 Try as you might, there’s nothing you can do. Your eyes,hair, skin, build, everything; they’re also hers. Crew members gawk, jokes aretossed around the mess hall, and Tom Paris gives you a mock salute from time totime. You got into a heated argument with Harry the other day and actual fearregistered in his eyes.  

The latest hilarity to ensue must be the greatest so far onthis seemingly endless journey home. You decided last week that you werecutting your hair, that was it, you’d had enough. Then, what happened? Youcaught sight of the Captain in the mess and there it was. Your new hairstyle.Right there. Staring back at you. She nods her head in a friendly gesture andyou return it, quickly ducking the several sneering snickers directed towardyou.

“Nice haircut, Beth.” Theirlaughter sours the tea and toast you gather from the replicator. You toss itviolently straight into the recycler and strained silence falls over the room.Embarrassed beyond belief, you about face and march straight back through the doors.

Rolling your eyes in exasperation as another ensign winks inyour direction, you continue down the hall; your dour mood weighting itself inthe stomp of your boots down the corridor. Instead of smiles, the faces ofthose that meet you avoid your heated glare and find something interesting onthe bulkheads to focus on.

You turn the corner and run directly into a solid chest. Ittakes you by surprise and knocks you straight to the ground. Bracing yourselfagainst Starfleet issue carpet, you bat at the hands that attempt to right you.

“I don’t. Need. Help,”you cough against the recycled air slowly returning to your stricken lungs.Warm firm hands grasp you anyway and pull you effortlessly to your feet.Growling in frustration, you look up to give this man handler a piece of yourmind and—

“Commander! I-I-uhm…,”he smiles brightly, nearly blinding you. Damn it, he’s beautiful. The sparklein his dark eyes takes your breath once more and concern settles into hiseyebrows.

“Are you alright, Neilson?” Holy shit, he knows who you are? Of course, he knows who you are. He’sthe First Officer! Ah! He asked you a question! SPEAK! UGH!  

“Y-yes, sir. I am so sor–,” he moves his hands up from yourelbows and brings them to rest on your shoulders.

“Nothing to apologize for. Are you alright? You look a bitpale.”

“Ah,” you chuckle, “Artificial lighting. I’ll be fine. Justoff to Engineering to repair a few relays.”

“Didn’t you just come from a full shift, Lieutenant?”

“W-well, yes. There is still so much to–,” he shakes hishead and smiles.

“No more work for the evening. You look like you could usesome rest,” there’s something in his expression that you’ve never seen beforeand his intense inspection of your face is causing a blush to tint your cheeks.Yet again, you’ve never really spent thatmuch time staring at the Commander’s face. Okay, yes you have.

He suddenly breaks eye contact, removing his hands from youand putting them behind his back. The unease is palpable. He clears his throatand you both speak at the same time.

“Have you—“ “’I’m so—“

He laughs. Actually laughs. It’s wonderful. It comes fromsomewhere deep in his chest and rises to caress your ears with its gentle lilt.There’s no stopping the smile that forces its way on your mouth.

“It’s alright. There’s no need to apologize. I was justabout to ask you if you’ve had dinner.”

He waits patiently for your response, which is seriouslylacking at this point in time. Your brain stumbles to form a complete sentenceand something ridiculous slips out.

“I…uhh…erm…just came—I can’t go in there again.”

“Where?”

“The…mess, sir.”

“Why is that?”

“This…,” a deep sigh leaves you as you gesture to your newhairstyle. His gaze returns and sweeps over you. He grins deviously and appearsto be holding back his comments. After careful deliberation, he speaks.

“There is a remarkable resemblance,” his eyes return toyours briefly before closely examining your face, “Facial structure, skin tone,eye color, build; you could definitely fool some. Yet, your hair is a shade ortwo darker, she has at least three inches on you, “he pauses, taking in abreath, “And you have freckles. So does the Captain, but yours are morepronounced. How do you do that with the absence of sunlight?”

The scrutiny that your melanin deposits are under is quiteunsettling. Your blush reaches a whole new level. Freckles? Really? And he’stelling me I’m short? Am I dreaming? Is this even real?

“I apologize. I’ve made you uncomfortable. Don’t let anyonedictate your actions. People will take a chance to find anything to entertainthemselves,” he moves around you and returns to his intended path, “Let me knowif there’s any more trouble.” Oh, God. He’sleaving? Wait.

“Wait,” theCommander halts and turns at your call.

“Yes?”

“O-our last shore leave.” Jesus, what are you doing?

“Two weeks ago. Yes, what about it?”

“Th-at’s how. I, uh. My freckles. Been this way since I waslittle. I’m out in the sun for a second and they just…,” the courage to finishthis stupid thought evaporates from you. Why?Why couldn’t you have just let him go?

He processes what you’ve said; smile returning to soften hisfeatures. Your insides melt instantly and he steps back to where you’re rootedto the deck.

“Would you be comfortable accompanying me to my quarters fordinner? No one there to bother you. I have a vegetable vindaloo programmed thatI have been looking forward to all day. I’m sure there’s enough for two.”

That sounds amazing. You’ve heard wonderful things about theCommander’s cooking. But, his quarters?! You can’t even call him by his firstname; let alone having any businessin his quarters! Everything in you is screaming against the answer about toleave your mouth, yet you let curiosity get the best of your logic.

“That sounds…perfect. If you wouldn’t mind any company,”relief floods his body and his arm makes a sweeping gesture for you to proceedhim down the hallway. Complying happily, you instantly feel the heat radiatingfrom his body beside you. Close besideyou. Why does he need to walk nearly on top of you? The width of thecorridor is more than accommodating; you wouldn’t have the broad protection ofhis proximity leave you for anything.

The absence of conversation on the way to his quarters issurprisingly comfortable. You haven’t felt this calm around a member of theopposite sex in long time. In fact, this is the first social call you’ve beenon in a while. It feels nice, easy, warm—no.This is the Commander.

He keys in the code to open his door and you are envelopedin the dark heady scent of him. The tingle of the spice and sandalwood travelsstraight to the molten heat of your belly. And to think he’s going to serve youvindaloo.

“Would you like a drink? I have some cider, some wine fromour last shore leave.”

“That wine is amazing!I really loved that little–.”

“The little vineyard by the cove. Yes, it was beautiful. Ithought I caught you there,” he reaches for the bottle and retrieves twoglasses from his table. Two glasses. He only has two. Oh, God. They’re for him and—

“If I recall,” he hands you a healthy glass, “you were therefor quite a while. Alone. No one else wanted to come along?”

You take a large drink of the bold sweet alcohol, girdingyourself to make it through the night with some of your dignity left intact. Heleaves the question to hang in the air; reaching for the replicator panel, theCommander drinks from his own glass, tapping away at the controls.

“You…noticed that I was by myself?”

“Who wouldn’t notice an attractive young woman sitting nearthe beach with nothing but a padd to keep her company?”

Attractive. Jesus. Didit just get warmer in here? What in the hell is going on? Taking another swig,you press on. Give it all you’ve got.

“How do you know I wasn’t waiting for someone?”

“No one ever showed up. I can’t believe that any man in hisright mind would stand you up,” he turns to pierce you with a heated gaze. Theroom begins to shrink around you; breathing is becoming an issue.  

“Commander? I—maybe this wasn’t such a great idea,” you setthe glass half empty on the table and start for the door. Just before you reachthe sensor, he blocks your path. A look of disappointment on his face.

“I apologize. I was out of line. Forgive me. Please, call meChakotay when we’re off duty. This ship is too far from Federation space for usto not have a life outside of ship’s business,” his last statement seems to bedirected more to himself than you.  

Instinct tells you to lay a gentle hand on his shoulder,reassure him that his small talk is not the cause of your hesitancy. You tampdown that inner voice and find that you’ve both opted to stare openly into thedepths of one another’s eyes.

Warm fingers brush the hair from your face, his rough palmcoming to rest against your face. You let your eyes slip closed; so slowly youbreathe, in fear that any harsh movement will startle the moment. Soft lipsquest against yours, unsure in their pressure; your mouth opens to welcome himand his movements gain purpose.

Tongues snake together, lazily tracing, acquainting theother of preferences. He draws your bottom lip between his teeth and his handspull you closer at the moan you let escape into his hot mouth. The lower halfof your body molds to his and you feel an impressive erection resting againstyour belly.

Liquid heat pools in your panties and your hands travel downto tangle in the short hair at the nape of his neck. He hums and leans back,just enough to press his forehead against yours, watching you lick your wetswollen lips. Breaths mingle, chests heave, time stops.

“Tell me to stop. I need–,” your finger traces around tosettle over his lips, silencing him.

“I-If I tell you to stop…I’d regret it for the rest of mylife.”

He kisses your finger and brings your hand to rest over hisheart; nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing deeply.

“Mmmm…are you still hungry,” his deep mumble against yousends shivers across your body. A large hand slips down your back and massagesboldly at your ass. You groan, leaning into his accommodating embrace.

“Not for curry…”

“Perhaps I could interest you in some dessert,” the handgroping your ass slides between your legs to brush against your center. Thiscauses you to step wider and give him better access.  

“Oh, God. Yes…please…”the throaty whine that leaves your throat is so ridiculous, you feel likeyou’re in a damn holonovel. This is wrong. Sowrong. But, shit. That pressurehe’s putting on your clit is exquisite.  

“Spirits, you’re beautiful, Elizabeth. Absolutely breathtaking,” he captures your mouth and proceeds toturn you to a quivering mess in his arms. You’re grasping at his biceps to keepfrom dropping to the floor and he hauls you against his chest in one deftmovement.

No one ever calls you ‘Elizabeth’, except for your mother.The way that it rolls from his tongue, swimming on the rich honey of his voice;it melts you, warming your everywhere.

His powerful body rotates and he sets you firmly on thetable, standing between your legs. After taking another thorough inventory ofyour teeth, his fingers work at the fasteners of your jacket and turtleneck.Some sense seeps back into the foreground of your consciousness.

“Mmmm…w-wait,” hisface raises from your jaw and his hands rest over your clothed breasts, “I need to know one thing.”

“Anything,” hekisses your nose; regarding you with tender eyes, his hands rub soothingly upand down your arms, “What is it?”

“Is it—Is it because I look like her,” the question leaves you in a rush, you’re suddenly breathless.His hands cup your face, his expression takes on an air of seriousness.

“No. Initially—yes,” you attempt to hide and his fingers onyour chin bring you back to him, “The more I watched you, the further in love Ifell. Now, I see you. Your humor,talent, dazzling smile, the way you smell your tea before you take each drink,”you both chuckle at your idiosyncrasy.

“I’ve done that for a long time. Who knows why–,” his lipsseal yours, swallowing the rest of your babbling.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for weeks,” he runs his tonguealong your jaw and down the muscles of your neck. It’s provocative and you letthe whimper flow from you, grasping at his head, pulling him closer.

Now you’re down to your bra, bare from the waste up; hefeels you shiver against the cool air of his cabin. As he strokes your back togenerate warmth, he calls to the computer to change the temperature of theroom. As stupid as it sounds, this is the most anyone has done for you in months, maybe even a year. The caringgesture swells inside your chest and morphs into pure passion.

No longer an innocent bystander, you take action, threadingyour fingers through his hair and you change the angle of his head and open hismouth to you. Sucking greedily at his lips, gnashing teeth, he snarls andgrowls against you; the fabric of your bra is ripped away and your nipplesharden at the sudden temperature change.

He cups each breast, weighing it as he breaks away to starehungrily at them. You’ve been told before that you’re a ‘bit larger’ thanaverage. Judging by the dark sparkle in his eyes, he is thinking the samething. Throwing caution to the wind, you firmly guide his face to your chestand he takes the hint, closing his mouth greedily over a waiting nipple.

The fire he’s blazing across you burns straight through toyour already throbbing cunt. You haven’t been this wet in your life; this man is intoxicating,overloading every one of your senses. Watching him is just as erotic as thesensations he’s creating; his other hand fondles your unattended breast,readying it for his mouth.  

You sigh, low and long, your head thrown back as you leavehim to his work. Running your fingernails over his scalp, massaging at the hardmuscles of his neck and shoulders. He is wearing entirely too many layers. Youbring your hands around and press against him. His mouth pops off your tit witha wet smack and he looks right at you.

“I need you naked.Now.”

He drops a kiss to each of your breasts and one to your lipsbefore pulling your legs around his hips, working his hands under your ass. Youget the hint and settle against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders,tucking your face into the warmth of his neck.

The heat in your belly makes it’s way to your heart; you snuggleimpossibly closer into him. His hold on you makes you feel safe, protected,loved. He lays you gently onto his bed; your arms recline over your head as hewatches you concentrate on his body.

He is lean, long, hard; the muscles of his chest and abdomenripple under soft caramel skin as he unfastens his trousers and pushes themslowly down his thighs. You rub your thighs together anxiously at the sight ofhis erection twitching under the thin material of his briefs.

Answering your prayers, he hooks his thumbs under theelastic of his waist band and releases himself with a hiss. Your hands travelover your breasts and tickle your belly as you reach for your own pants. Hethumbs the glistening head of his cock; your hips raise to let your pants andunderwear down your legs.

He pulls them off the rest of the way, depositing your bootsand socks on the floor, kissing his way up the arch of your foot. His tonguetickles your ankle, tracing up your leg, running flat and slow along your innerthigh. He opens your legs to him and breathes hot air over the tight wetness ofyour sex.

“Gods,” he runshis finger through your lips, opening you, “Sowet.”

Your hands grasp at his hair and he grunts, swirling histongue over your swollen clit. His hands massage your thighs and ass as he sucksand nips at your cunt. You feel him press a finger into you, a fresh rush ofwetness lubricates him as he pumps into you slowly.

“So tight. Mmm…that’sit. Ride. Take me.”

You rock against his thrusts, pulling his head up your body;he nuzzles your breasts before claiming your mouth. He’s wet and slippery withyou and you taste it on his tongue. Adding a second finger, his thumb rubsdelicately around your clit.

You shudder and shake; he’s nibbling on your neck, lickingyour collar bone, feasting on your breasts. It feels like he’s everywhere withthe masterful way he works your body. It sings as you writhe under him; yourmuscles ripple tightly with the return of his fingers deep inside you.

Gasping and clawing at his back, your orgasm tears throughyou; the surprising force of it taking your breath away. You open your eyes tosee him watching your pleasure play across your face; his fingers continue tomove carefully inside you, riding out your aftershocks.

“You’re amazing,” yourlips slowly war with his, tongues tangling, his hand roams your torso. You bitehis lip, pulling it into your mouth and he ruts his erection against your slickthrobbing slit.

“Oh, yes. Please.”

“Tell me. Tell me whatyou want,” he pants into your mouth; hand guiding his cock over your clit.You press down into him, hooking your legs around his thighs. He groans deeply,mouth to your ear, his cock nudging at your entrance.

“Is this what youwant,” you feel him push into you slowly, cunt rippling deliciously aroundthe hard and heavy cock. A moan leaves you in a rush, your legs are beingpressed back as he sinks into you down to the hilt.

“Alright,” hemurmurs in question; you adjust to his size, nodding in affirmation.

“How do you like it?” Experimentalthrusts cause your toes to curl, heels urging him at the firm globes of hisass.    

“H-ha-rd. Deep. Uhng.Yes. Oh! God! Chakotay,” finally, his name falls from your lips and itcalls his attention to your face. He grins, kissing you passionately whilefucking you into the mattress.

It’s the best sex of your life; every nerve ending isfiring, electricity skittering across your goose flesh, bursting in a searingthrob in your cunt.

Chakotay’s tongue slides along your own in counterpoint tothe steady pounding his hips are giving you. You revel in the feeling of hisbody covering you, protecting you, warming you, loving you. Hanging on to the sweaty softness of his shoulderblades, the thoughts running through your mind send you into a second series ofspasms.

He grunts hotly against your ear as your inner muscles milkhis cock for all it’s worth; drawing him deeper, waiting for him to fill you.The rhythm of his thrusts stutter and he cradles your body as he spurts, thewarmth spreading beyond your womb right to your soul.

You cling to him, something welling up inside you,threatening to break. Tears burn at the back of your eyes and a sob bursts fromyour chest. Immediately, his eyes are on you, examining, he pulls out and youwhine at the loss of contact.

“Are you hurt? What’s wrong,” hands brush the hair from yourface, firm fingers under your chin bring you to brown eyes filled with worry.He rolls to lay beside you, taking stock of your body, running hands over you.

“Shhh,” he hushes, “Breathe. Deep breaths.” Tears begin anewas he gently traces your features, pulling you to rest on his chest. Warm handsmassage at your lower back, soothing you with the thunder of his heartbeatbeneath your ear.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I,” he kisses the top of your head,his tone anxious.

“N-no. I just–,” you gasp in for air, “I…ha-ven’t b-beenthis close to an-nyone in a long ti-me,” he hums and it reverberates throughyour whole body.

“In my lifetime, I’ve had my share of sex,” you huff out alaugh and he chuckles in response, “There are few instances where my spirit hasfelt a connection.”

He pauses and combs through your hair; you can feel hishesitancy.

“I felt it too,” yourwhisper flows over his broad chest. He holds you tighter and your stomach rumblespainfully.

“I felt that. I doremember promising you some dinner,” laughter erupts from the both of you andhe brings you to sit up with him. You lay in the embrace of his arm, staring upinto his shining eyes. He kisses you once more and moves to get up.

“Stay right here. I’ll bring you a bowl,” his shapely assdisappears out the door and you snuggle deeper into his sheets, inhaling hisscent.

“What are you doingtomorrow night,” the deep voice calls from the other room.

“Nothing special,” you reply. He rounds the corner, twobowls of vindaloo, completely nude. He is the picture of perfection.

“Dinner again?”

“Certainly,” the bowl is deposited in your waiting hands,“As long as I can have dessert first.”

[tomfooleryprime]

Why the "look” of Star Trek: Discovery was never going to please everyone and why you should get over it

Star Trek debuted on September 8th, 1966 and was widely held as a controversial and progressive series… for its time. I could spend hours dissecting just how racist and sexist The Original Series is, but that’s really not the point of this article.

The point of this story is that trying to keep a fandom going after more than 50 years is bound to get problematic in terms of aesthetics and continuity. Technology, fashion, makeup, and special effects have come a long way since 1966. A chief complaint of Star Trek: Discovery is that it’s supposed to be set 10 years before The Original Series, and therefore, it looks too “edgy” or “out of place” to fit in with the timeline.

I for one would have preferred a series that picked up after the events of Deep Space Nine and Voyager, but that’s not what we’re getting. And as I’m a diehard Trek fan through and through, I approach Star Trek a bit like marriage: I love the good, accept the bad, and understand that no matter how much I wish I could, there’s no changing what is. So here we go... another prequel. I’m keeping an open mind. In regards to what I think it should look like, I’m forced to ask myself: do I want something that looks like it seamlessly fits in with a “historical” account of a made up future, or do I want something that looks good and looks like it was produced in 2017 for an audience in 2017?

Star Trek has always served as a lens for the time in which it was created in terms of fashion and aesthetic. The Original Series looks like it belongs in the late 1960s. That’s because it does. 

Space hippies. ‘Nuff said. 

Star Trek: The Next Generation looks like a snapshot of the late 1980s and early 1990s. I’m surprised they didn’t have beige carpeting on the ceiling.

Neoprene body suits. Oh, and those leotards. Teeheehee.

Star Trek: Voyager was right at home in the late 1990s. Remember that time Captain Janeway and the gang traveled back to the year 1996 to prevent a temporal explosion in the 29th century that would destroy the entire solar system in the episode “Future’s End?” In commenting on the fashion worn by late 20th century inhabitants of Los Angeles, Tuvok even remarked, "We could've worn our Starfleet uniforms. I doubt if anyone would've noticed."

Seriously, it looks like there was a fire sale over in the Seinfeld wardrobe department.

And so where does that leave Star Trek: Discovery? If we were going to follow the route of fitting in with the actual period it airs, it looks like it very much belongs in 2017. 

You know, 2017, where the thought of an Asian woman running shit with a black female sidekick isn’t “silly talk” and the best makeup they can come up with for an alien goes beyond pointy ears. 

But if we’re so hell bent on making it look like it could have been ten years before the beehive hairdos, miniskirts, and Beatles mania we see in The Original Series, it would probably have to look something more like this:

Hey, at least I still left room for two female leads, right? It’s so progressive! [And white]

And to follow the rabbit hole to completion, Star Trek: Enterprise, the other prequel which was set in the middle of the 22nd century, probably should have just looked like this all the time:

Archer and T’Pol: robbing stagecoaches and school marming since 2152. 

I’m 31 years old. I grew up watching The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, and Enterprise, and I loved each of them because they spoke to real issues of the day. Each incarnation of the series almost serves as a mile marker, a perfect little time capsule to remind us of what life was like when it aired. 

I watch The Original Series and can see a world that looks like it’s on the verge of being torn apart by racial strife, fears of Communism, and nuclear armageddon. Part of what makes that series so special to me is being able to watch it with a modern eye and know that things got better. I look at The Next Generation and see themes relating to everything from the AIDS crisis to the end of the Cold War, and I think “Hell yeah world! We got through it!” Sort of. We have a long way to go, but the show reminds us how far we've come. Star Trek: Enterprise has 9/11 and the Global War on Terror written all over it. How things will end from that fiasco is still sadly yet to be determined.

So as a fan, I want a series that highlights life as we know it and is progressive for our time, not life as we think it should look according to a canonical pretend sci-fi timeline. If we’re really set on the idea that Discovery should literally fit a time just before The Original Series, there would be no female starship captains. In the TOS episode, “Turnabout Intruder,” Janice Lester tells Captain Kirk, "Your world of starship captains doesn't admit women." There probably wouldn’t be women on the bridge at all, given that Captain Pike actually says, “I can't get used to having a woman on the bridge" in the TOS episode, “The Cage.” It would be nice if we could have a show that both perfectly weaves itself into canon and speaks for the current generation, but if given the choice between the two, I’d take the second one every time. 

Given that there are already so many inconsistencies with canon as it is - the Klingon and Romulan foreheads look a little different with each telling and don’t even get me started on the stardates in The Original Series - can we just try to appreciate Discovery for what it is without dismissing it before it even airs just because it doesn’t fit into an ideal mold of what the year 2255 should theoretically look like according to canon? 

None of us have seen it. It might well end up being terrible. There are horrendous episodes in each series (anyone remember “Spock’s Brain” from TOS or “Angel One” from TNG?), and some series were definitely better than others. But I still appreciate each series for what it tried to accomplish, and good, bad, or ugly, I’ll appreciate Star Trek: Discovery too. I would never say you should automatically love something just because it’s Star Trek, but if you’re truly a fan, you’ll at least give it a chance. 

[tiedyetravels]

Thoughts on #TheOrville, the new Seth MacFarlane vehicle on FOX: World-building ain’t an overnight thing.

I'll be completely honest with you. I was set up not to like this new Trekian-style outing from the creator of Family Guy. But as a lifelong Trekker, I can see this experiment as something more than a fanboy's fantastic dream. Past the cold open (I should have expected an ejaculation joke from the creator, but it still seemed gratuitous), I was immediately taken in with gorgeous visuals. The lush 25th Century city scenes with gleaming buildingsand "modern" furnishings served as a pretty stern acknowledgement of a Roddenberry-esqua perfect, Starfleet-ish universe as opposed to Star Wars and its beaten up retro-vision. I found myself actually curious about how this world was going to be built. I pretty much expected the human-centric vision we get, but I was really hoping for more aliens. Because, well, aliens. Still, it wasn't hard to see where MacFarlane is going with this. The very act of setting this in a gorgeous utopian 25th Century opens up the possibility that indeed, this is a Star Trek possibility. The last we see of the prime-timeline Star Trek universe is, after all, a world where the Dominion War has ended, Kathryn Janeway's an Admiral and Picard's contemplating a Riker-less Enterprise with a Data expy - in 2379. The Union here could very well be another iteration of Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets - after all, in our lifetimes we've seen the progress from eight track tapes to the smart phone. Anything's possible. Inclusion of such familiar Star Trek faces as Kassidy Yates- er, I mean, Penny Johnson Jerald and Bashir's dad, I mean, the deliciously hammy Brian George, can be jarring at times. It's almost like MacFarlane is trying a bit too hard to shout "hey, we're really Star Trek here," which would honestly be the easiest way out. This would work well if this was a real Star Trek parody. But it's not. While I completely get what MacFarlane is trying to do, he's going to have to decide early on what sort of world he's going to build. Most of the folks who are coming to this new FOX show are either longtime Trek fans or devotees to Family Guy and its successors - and neither are going to be pleased unless he gets busy creating a distinct and separate world for these new characters to interact with. What excites me is the possibility that MacFarlane's taking a third path. I don't feel like this is Family Guy in Space, and I'm hoping the Star Trek homages are just that - homages that will lure viewers in to sample the show. No, my hopes are that this craft is flying different waters, a true spiritual successor to Galaxy Quest, the beloved film that really deserved to become the start of a television program in its own - military sci-fi in its own world that doesn't take itself too seriously. The passing of Adam Rickman kiboshed any hope of a sequel - but maybe this is it. After all, so much of Lieutenant Bortus seemed a Dr. Lazarus homage. This is where I say something inane and weird that few might get. Prepare yourself. This first viewing for me was better than Broken Bow, the pilot for Enterprise, our last Star Trek series before the upcoming Discovery. I was never bored with it, never felt frustrated by any of the portrayals (cold, blue, squirty open aside) and certainly never bored with the pacing. I found myself far more interested in the ship design and the interplay between navigator John LaMarr and helmsman Gordon Malloy than I did in ENT' poorly timed and named Suliban (bless their hearts, they couldn't help September 11th and the War on Terror beginning the week of the original premiere). I'm already intrigued how The Union is organized - is it the UFP or Starfleet, or both? - and I'm curious to see if we'll get meatier missions right away or if The Orville will amble along exploring inter-personal relationships over time. That - that's the trap The Orville faces, the one Star Trek Discovery automatically gets a pass on. There is no Orville-verse beyond what we've seen so far. There's no handbook or idea set or automatic plug-in villains with their own language dictionary on the shelves ready to go for this. It's all brand spanking new. Other shows have done this these past few decades with memorable success (Firefly and Farscape come to mind) but neither of these are so suggestively a fanwank as The Orville. It's going to be imperative for MacFarlane's narrative to quickly showcase differences and define his new Orvilleverse or to acknowledge he's really just trying to take traditional Star Trek into the 25th century if the show is to succeed. This is why I wish the show had begun with an extended pilot. You can't really build a universe like this in an hour. I need more. I feel The Orville missed a grand opportunity in this information age - where a lot of this worldbuilding could have been set up online (an interactive experience website would have been incredible). I understand FOX's turdy experience with sci-fi programs and suspect the lack of courage in devoting resources to creating such an experience, but it would have salved over a lot of the raw, itching expectations that have yet to be satisfied. The crew of The Orville did leave me with one impression. They're pretty real. Back in the Voyager years Lieutenant Tom Paris was promoted as some bad boy banned from space, allowed out to ride on a ship for the sake of a single Maquis-based mission, who got shoe-horned in to piloting when enough crew was killed to justify the opportunity. I'd have loved to see a little more Gordon Malloy in his portrayal. Malloy feels like the delinquent Paris was proclaimed to be. Outside of Deep Space Nine's marvelously flawed thrown-together family, Trek has never really successfully portrayed people I would expect to meet on my daily adventures. But I've known plenty of LaMarrs and Graysons and Dr. Flinns in my life. Well, that's my rambly four in the morning impression of The Orville. Let's see where she goes.

[yourboiandy]

a short likes/dislikes list

For those who don’t know me or want a reminder of who I am and my interests (because I know you totally want to dig through my old blog to get all that, and some of it has changed),

I love:

Reading, writing, drawing, design (kinda anything, everything.)

Video Games (I’m a Nintendo fanboy at heart, but I also have a Ps4 and an Xbox 360. I don’t believe in “PC Master race”; I game on Macs and I have since 1994. That said, I’m no n00b to Windows. Linux, yes.)

Sims 1,2,3,4, World of Warcraft (Wrath and Cataclysm), Grand Theft Auto V, Doom, Wolfenstein, Quake, and Pokemon are my TOP faves of the last two gaming decades.

Food [as long as it’s non-GMO, organic/synthetic-pesticide-free, free of artificial additives and preservatives and the animals used for food are treated right (i.e. free range, no antibiotics). My faves are pizza, things with all kinds of mushrooms and green olives; homemade chicken dinner, soup, and some sexy vegetarian Italian and Mexican-inspired dishes.

Music: Celldweller/Scandroid/Circle of Dust, Twin Shadow, Fort Minor, Linkin Park, Styles of Beyond, Little Dragon, Nujabes, Escape The Fate, The Dead Rabbits, Bipolar Sunshine, The Neighbourhood, Fall Out Boy, Three Days Grace, Marilyn Manson, Slipknot, Mudvayne, Nine Inch Nails, (Way too many more…)

Occasionally watching: Documovies about alternative things, controversial topics, politics, activism, little-known-stuff/oddities and some Star Trek–I grew up watching it every single day, every episode. Fav Captain: Janeway.

Learning–That includes so many topics I could make this list huge, but here are some of my biggest ones: all kinds of medicine from around the world, starting with my first 16 years of life being in and out of the hospital and doctors office every week. Specifically the eyes, skin, mind, digestive and reproductive systems. I also enjoy studying gender and sex as identities and socially constructed roles, not just the biological function of reproduction. I consider myself a scientist, and an apprentice of medicine, as I have used myself as a test subject extensively. In the past I have studied mushrooms, plants, as well as having gone to college for graphic design and marketing. Lately, I have had to study law quite a bit to go deal with current events in my life. With a small portion of that said, to sum it up, I’m a self-taught polymath. There is no way I could go to college and pay for every single thing I’m interested in, unless it was free. -winkwink gov’t-

I dislike or hate:

Fox/fake news fanatics, also when people consider themselves “conservative” based on these views.

“meninists” or other mislead anti-rights-movements

forced-birther or anti-choice mentalities

ALL circumcision (because seriously wtf, it’s evil insanity to all sexes; it damages precious and perfect babies, who grow up to be hurt adults whose anatomy causes pain to themselves and other people! It damages girls, boys, children; women, men and nonbinary people. NOT okay. EVER. NO medical excuse for money, docs! Put down the knife and step away from the baby!)

western hospitals/doctors with arrogance and insistence on unsafe and unnatural western/allopathic practices such as: non-consensual routine infant circumcision as an STI preventative (condoms, not cutting!), extreme overuse/overprescribing of antibiotics and anxiety, antidepressant and mood pills instead of preventing with immune-boosting and lifestyle changes and safe, natural supplements. Diet = the food you eat! Don’t go ON a diet, EAT a healthy diet! [Independent studies have proven what I know to be true from experience time and time again, and only now is the western “treat it all with a pill” mentality starting to change… into what? Exactly what this gosh-darn hipster proved to himself by changing his gosh-darn diet and lifestyle before it became cool to care about ingredients and realize they’re important factors in maintaining health!]

basically, people’s ignorant ideas forced on others, causing harm to mass populations while making up claims that back up their continuation of harm without good evidence. aka evil greedy companies with profit for an agenda rather than your health.^