#trabes

[sweetangle8]

UHHHH I WANNA DO ART  TRADE

[gaylortruther]

Losing the idgaf war I need what Troye and Abed have

[turkeysandwich]

Gumlee is trabed in a different font

Goodnight all

[wampiiro]

troy and abed make me cryyyyy

just get fucking married

[mnemonicpneumaticknife]

Related is their relationship with Starfleet.

Sisko is always frustrated because he has little support from Starfleet but the admirals expect him to uphold their standards, from their perspective on Earth.

Janeway has no support from Starfleet but she expects herself to uphold those standards while she loses the perspective of what it's like to live on Earth.

the dynamic between recurring villains and starfleet captains is flipped somewhat between ds9 and voyager because in ds9 sisko’s like why won’t these FREAKS leave me alone and in voyager janeway is the freak who will not leave the villains alone

[alexanderpearce]

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called Ancient Roman sexual mores, you'll be ēbria ab tuā cucurbitā

me: yeah whatever. i don't feel shit

5 min later: a man's status as a fully gendered uir is not only not compromised but in fact bolstered by his penetration of other males

my buddy Gaius Valerius Catullus, pacing: Ō Mēmmī bene me āc diū supīnum / tōta īstā trabe lēntus īrrumāstī 😭😭

[isagrimorie]

People give Janeway guff about not giving Kazon replicators and transporters. Still, it's proven repeatedly that giving one Kazon faction an advantage over the other would be mixing it up in an internal war that would LITERALLY shift the balance of power.

Klingons at least know the technology they have engineers, even as it's becoming a dying breed over Warriors.

TLDR in Alliance Chakotay and Tuvok convinces Janeway that making an alliance with a Kazon faction is the way to go.

And so she does finally concede on this little experiment but with a lot of reservations going in: That once they leave the infighting will go on, and might actually have been worse.

Tuvok naively thinks it might help and bring about a Federation.

B'Elanna then pushes forward Harry's sarcastic comment about forming an alliance with Seska and then at the first sign of this, Chakotay balks.

And then Janeway says something that I feel is her guiding principle in dealing with hard decisions:

Janeway: "You can't have it both ways Commander. If you want to get in the mud with the Kazon you can't start complaining that you might get dirty."

Again, this is what I love about Janeway -- she gets flack for it but when Janeway makes a decision no one else wants to make it.

As I've mentioned in another post in tags: #right or wrong#i admire how janeway is always the one#who goes#the buck stops with me#she makes the hard choices on voyager#especially during debates#when the staff just goes around and around in circles#like in memorial where she starts just in the background#listening to the senior staff debate#from how janeway started in episode 2 of season 1#where she's presented with the horrific#sophie's choice of neelix dying because he has no lungs#and then subjecting another person to the same fate#to the (now boring debate about tuvix)#to this moment#to the moment on the memorial episode#she will take on that burden#and she will always stare at the hardest choice unflinchingly#because someone has to#as the 12th doctor once said#sometimes all your choices are bad ones#but you still have to choose#

In this episode, she allowed herself to be persuaded but she's not sold on it. But she's letting her crew run with it -- okay so we do this, but if we do this, we commit to it. And yet, at the first uncomfortable decisions... there's already balking. This was Janeway testing the waters if any other person on her senior staff could carry water about making the hard choices.

So far the ones who have stepped up were B'Elanna, Tom, and Neelix.

Anyway, I wish there was more fallout on the whole Kazon vs Trabe conflict because that was actually interesting.

But also Voyager had a Doctor Who problem -- if they meddle in the affairs of a spatial politik, they don't know the repercussions of their actions and just look at Living Witness and the reputation Voyager gained simply by doing a bit of a trade deal.

Voyager can help when they can, see: helping Brenari refugees escape the Devore. (Counterpoint).

But they can't and shouldn't really interfere with internal politics. They're not like DS9 where they can stay in one place and fix things permanently. They're just passing through.

This is also why I think she wasn't really considering Tuvok and Chakotay's thing during the Void episode where they raid another ship's resources. (Also, because after Ransom and Equinox, she knows what faltering in the Federation principles can do).

Crucially, she's also known both Chakotay and Tuvok enough that while she loves them -- Janeway knows neither men have the stomach for their proposals.

The Alliance episode was one example of that already.

Janeway, though, if she is pushed to make that commitment and there was absolutely NO way they can prevent raiding others-- Janeway would have committed to that action 110%. This is why I feel Janeway would actually come to a similar conclusion as Sisko in In the Pale Moonlight.

Especially, if she gets daily reports of Starfleet casualties. I have a feeling, there would be less kicking and screaming when Garak finally does his reveal.

Janeway has rules for a reason. She is fastidious about it. For a reason. Because once she commits to an action, it will take both hell and high water to take her off that course.

/edited

[sambuchito]

bueno les explico lo de la mufa cuando esta todo muy trabado agónicamente se va al baño despues hay que reiniciar la mufa saliendo y entrando cuando se trabe devuelta no es en cualquier momento es como un sexto sentido esto

[latinare]

I have a translation request, good friend, as long as it happens to be one that looks like you would enjoy it. If it is too long, maybe just the final paragraph?

Over their voices, Captain Cully screamed, “Fools! Fools and children! It was a lie, like all magic! There is no such person as Robin Hood!”

But the outlaws, wild with loss, went crashing into the woods after the shining archers, stumbling over logs, falling through thorn bushes, wailing hungrily as they ran.

Only Molly Grue stopped and looked back. Her face was burning white.

“Nay, Cully, you have it backward,” she called to him. “There’s no such person as you, or me, or any of us. Robin and Marian are real, and we are the legend!” Then she ran on, crying, “Wait! Wait!” like the others, leaving Captain Cully and Jack Jingly to stand in the trampled firelight and listen to the magician’s laughter.

Supra eorum voces clamavit Dux Cullius: "Stulti! Stulti et pueri! Mendax erat, sicut omnia magica! Nullus est Robertus Capero!"

Proscripti autem, calamitate feri, in silvas sagittarios claros persequentes, trabes offendentes, per spinas se iacientes, essurienter vagientes irruebant.

Stetit sola Marilla Horrens et respexit: facies candida ignebat.

"Minime," vocavit haec "Culli, retrorsus id habes. Nullus est tu, aut ego, aut vero omnis nostrum. Robertus et Mariana veri sunt, et nos fabula!" Et porro cucurrit, "Manete! Manete!" clamans sicut ceteri: Ducem Cullium et Johannem Tinnitum reliquens ad ignem calcatum spectandum magique risum audiendum.

[kirks-slutty-red-tights]

i absolutely love ship names that arent the common ship names, but still technically work and are infinitely funnier

trobed? no. aboy. trabed. tray.

jeffannie? no. janneff. annff. jaff.

spirk? no. kock.

[delta-queerdrant]

the best allies we could have (Alliances, s2 e14)

If Voyager’s Kazon arc has a peak, it’s “Alliances.” Here it is, the dramatic turning point in our understanding of Delta Quadrant politics! This episode has a kernel of something almost compelling, but like much of season two, it’s sadly undercut by storytelling failures.

We cold-open on a firefight with the Kazon. Star Trek battle scenes are so silly; why do the consoles explode? I guess the claustrophobic mayhem is a holdover from the nuclear submarine aesthetics of TOS. I will never not be amused by how Janeway’s hair explodes every time they’re in a fight. Are there no bobby pins in space?

A crewman dies in the battle, and we learn that two more have died in previous Kazon encounters, our first casualties since Durst got de-faced (lol) by the Vidiians. The tension is real - redshirt deaths hit differently when a small crew has trauma-bonded in space.

A faction of the crew wants to buy off the pursuing Kazon with Federation technology, but Janeway won’t turn her back on the Prime Directive. The Starfleet/Maquis divide, usually an afterthought, feels momentarily real. We’re treated to a three-way debate between Janeway’s lawful good authoritarianism, Chakotay’s collaborative ethos, and Tuvok’s detached realpolitik. “This isn’t a democracy, Chakotay, I can’t run this ship by consensus,” Janeway says, briefly inviting a utopian, communitarian vision of a Voyager actually run by consensus. But even she’s swayed by Tuvok’s (frankly, bullshit) suggestion that a temporary alliance with the Kazon has the potential to make the Delta Quadrant more stable as long as Voyager doesn’t actually hand over technology.

This is arguably a weak leadership moment for Janeway, who can’t adapt to the demands of her environment or crew, but maybe it’s okay to be a rules-y Taurus if you surround yourself with people who correct your worst impulses.

Janeway reaches out to Seska to try to broker a deal, which is fun because it’s genuinely unexpected and makes Chakotay so squirmy. Meanwhile Neelix makes contact with a Kazon acquaintance. They meet up in what I believe is the first “hive of scum and villainy” of the series. You know these people are up to no good because there are alien bikini girls!

Here Neelix encounters the Trabe, another local alien species who have their own story to tell. The episode both becomes interesting and loses the plot completely.

The Trabe tell Voyager that “over thirty years ago,” they enslaved the Kazon in an apartheid society. When the Kazon rose up, the Trabe lost everything. Now the Trabe are a landless people still persecuted by those they oppressed, even though decades have passed and many of the Trabe were children when the Kazon overthrew them.

Janeway is delighted - instead of allying with the Kazon, they can ally with the friendly Trabe! Chakotay agrees - the Trabe, after all, have openly acknowledged the harm their people caused.

Meanwhile, me: OMG NOOOO THEY FOUND WHITE PEOPLE IN SPACE

Previously I wrote about the Kazon as a parable for midcentury US race relations. Before I rewatched “Alliances,” I genuinely thought they were just clearance-rack racialized space baddies, but here the parallels to white Boomer experiences of the 1960s uprisings are unmistakable. It’s a resonant scene, but watching our command team fall over each other to befriend their new pals is… stressful.

The Trabe build on Janeway's proposal: together they’ll bring the Kazon together and negotiate for peace. But when the meeting begins, the viewer can’t help but notice that the Kazon seem like the most reasonable people in the room. They don’t trust the Trabe or Janeway, and they have a much better read on the power dynamics at play than Janeway does. Because the meeting is a fucking trap.

This episode is such a bummer. Maybe I'm being too charitable, but it feels like a genuine attempt at anti-white supremacist storytelling that missed the mark. Janeway, our audience surrogate, is presented with a complex political situation and immediately latches onto the group she identifies with: white-presenting people who have claimed the moral high ground after centuries as oppressors. Then the rug is pulled out from under her. White liberalism as a facade for violence is a very mid-nineties dynamic.

The full impact of this plot twist relies on the viewer sharing Janeway’s white myopia. If you don’t implicitly trust the Trabe (or the writers), you spend the whole episode screaming at the television. Why are our protagonists so clueless?

“I hope there's a lesson for all of us in this,” Janeway says in the final scene. “Although some of the species we've encountered here have been peaceful, others seem governed only by their own self-interests.” It’s not a good look when our hero has traveled 70,000 light years to learn that… politics are a thing? And why didn’t her command team didn’t save her from herself? Are you telling me that Chakotay, the Indigenous anti-authoritarian militant, is this politically naive?

If “Alliances” is at times a smart portrait of how an oppressor mindset operates, it’s undermined by an offensive caricature of resistance. Violent resistance absolutely can be fueled by an ideology of separatism and racial hatred, but the Kazon aren’t a resistance movement; they’ve won. Yet the Kazon resemble white peoples' worst fears of postcolonial "failed states." It feels like the writers genuinely believe that the political and social problems of formerly dispossessed people are of their own making, not recognizing the ways that white supremacy and economic imperialism still actively shape the lives of formerly colonized peoples. The Kazon only make sense in a universe where the Trabe are still economically and politically exploiting them, and that's not the universe we're shown.

We needed an episode with this shape, one that sets up the hard political choices of later seasons, and I can accept that requires our characters to exercise truly poor judgment. But this attempt at gritty politics doesn’t feel grounded in anything real, and the result feels disappointingly thin.

2/5 triangular tables.

[translucent-serendipity]

CONVERSACIÓN

No quisiera ponerte nerviosa.

Es la primera vez que algo

nos va a separar,

porque es la primera vez

que te produciré auténtico

miedo.

Así que empiezo otra vez:

quiero ponerte nerviosa,

quiero que tiembles

y quiero que aprendas

a hacerme temblar.

Amo a la gente neurótica,

los cuchillos y las guitarras eléctricas.

Soy un hombrecito insano,

el más perfecto de los traidores

porque no tengo causa.

Desconfía de mí,

que se trabe tu lengua

al darme la espalda.

Ese es el primer paso.

Toma conciencia de que mis manos

no sólo sirven para acariciar

y hay muchas palabras

que contigo nunca he usado.

Fíjate en que esto ya no es un poema,

que yo no soy el mismo para ti

desde que empezó este diálogo.

Imagínate sufriendo

toda la eternidad

el aullido del parto.

Suéñate en un coito largo como la vida,

conocer de memoria las lentas variaciones

del rostro durante el orgasmo.

Vivir el placer de los fantasmas,

el placer de las camas que soportan cuerpos y cuerpos

sin diferenciar si eres un vivo o un cadáver.

¿Ya tiemblas?

Quisiera ordenar con lógica

mi discurso,

pero no puedo.

Sólo deseo que te hundas

en mi carne cenagosa,

gritarte desde el infierno:

¡Ayúdame, ayúdame

con tu viejo pelo negro

y tu boca redonda!

¿Me comprendes?

Huelo tu miedo pequeño y frágil

que invade tu conciencia virgen

y los correosos deseos rojizos

que arden en ti y no reconoces.

Mujer desnuda en una doble página

de un libro de arte,

tomada salvajemente por un jíbaro loco,

por un niño dado a luz en un pesebre,

barrida por el aliento sucio

de maridos que emigran en tren de medianoche,

con voz de odio haciendo el amor, de

chorlito dorado americano y de

gato chino del desierto.

Porque el Amor es una enorme trampa

para cazar hormigas y elefantes,

pero la palabra Amor

es como la palabra Dios,

siempre con mayúsculas

para que no se esfume el encanto.

¿He logrado confundirte,

o sólo he conseguido que me beses la frente

y murmures con ternura que estoy enfermo?

Lo cierto es que ya nunca me verás igual,

siempre imaginarás secretos

oscuros encerrados en mí,

¡pero eso es lo que quiero!

Le daré otro giro:

ese amor de llorar en una despedida,

de presentir los próximos gestos

educados y gentilmente eróticos

a que te has habituado,

de gozar con las palabras de agua,

olas mansas que no producen el menor daño,

te aplacan la sed

e impiden que te tortures

más de lo establecido.

Pero yo te susurro

venenoso

que existen

los trenes secretos del corazón

las huellas en los pasillos de madrugada,

las jeringas jadeando

en encerradas habitaciones,

los pechos azotados por látigos de semen

y los sueños sangrientos...

Porque la Represión es

la más peligrosa caja de Pandora,

porque el dolor oculto

es el arma mejor montada,

porque ser consciente

es vivir siempre junto a la muerte,

delante,

atrás

o en medio como nosotros,

la raza de los agonizantes.

Estoy seguro de que me vas comprendiendo:

hay un millón de sensaciones

que te entran por un ojo

no más levantar el párpado,

el otro espera cerrado

su oportunidad.

Este es mi último intento:

quiero verte alcohólica

para que me escupas en la boca,

quiero que te sientas

camello, león y niño,

quiero verte en forma de hombre,

quiero que veas en mí

un espejo interminable

y que te arrojes a él

con todas tus fuerzas,

hacia el fondo,

lo hondo

del

fondo...

[...]

(20-4-1975)

Félix Francisco Casanova

[stvoy-kazon-stan]

I'm remembering when I saw someone on Trek discourse not on tumblr feeling bad for the Trabe and I made a meme about Trabe apologists but like for real though you want me to feel bad about a group that oppressed another for decades with horrible crimes and when those people finally fight back you want me to feel bad for the oppressors?! the slavers?! the colonisers?! the colonial settlers?!

No that's not gonna happen like ever

[shadowqueenjude]

For you <3 (this is not Heine obviously, but it was one of my favorites when I was little.)

Dunkel war’s der Mond schien helle,

Schneebedeckt die grüne Flur

als ein Wagen blitzeschnelle,

langsam um die Ecke fuhr

Drinnen saßen stehend Leute

schweigend ins Gespräch vertieft

als ein totgeschossener Hase

auf der Sandbank Schlittschuh lief

Und der Wagen fuhr im Trabe

rückwärts einen Berg hinauf

Droben zog ein weißer Rabe

grade eine Turmuhr auf

Und auf einer roten Bank

Die blau angestrichen war

Saß ein blond gelockter Jüngling

Mit kohlrabenschwarzem Haar.

Ringsumher herrscht tiefes Schweigen

und mit fürchterlichem Krach

spielten in des Grases Zweigen

zwei Kamele lautlos Schach

Und zwei Fische liefen munter

durch das blaue Kornfeld hin

Endlich ging die Sonne unter

und der graue Tag erschien

Droben auf dem Apfelbaume,

der sehr süße Birnen trug,

hing des Frühlings letzte Pflaume

und an Nüssen noch genug.

Dies Gedicht von Wolfgang Goethe

schrieb Schiller in der Abendröte

als er auf dem Nachttopf saß

und die Morgenzeitung las.

NOOOOOOO WHAT IS THIS??? GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!

[beresimsdreamworld]

Las lluvias de estas tardes otoñales no cesan, al igual que esos sentimientos nostálgicos al contemplar los bellos y rojizos atardeceres en los cielos de Hidden Springs.

Nuestra pequeña bebé Cassidy cumplirá años en un día sim para ser exactos, tengo que ir preparando todo para su fiesta.

Invitare a pocos sims no quiero que se trabe el juego.

[manaosdeuwu]

que triste que no sepa configurar bien los gráficos en guilty gear para que se vea más o menos bien y no se me trabe todo el juego 😭 mañana le pediré ayuda a mi hermano