#where was i. ah yes star trek

[frootaye]

tng accidental 2000s time travel episode where data simply goes to the mall, finds vaguely gothic clothing, and just hangs out at hot topic with the mall goths until the enterprise finds him

[aroaceleovaldez]

yknow, I am amused that solangelo fanon was so tunnel-vision in like 2014 that in the midst of crawling through literally every time Will had popped up in the series prior, somehow the ONE singular instance of Will referencing something that the fandom did absolutely nothing with was the thing Rick then decided to draw out into being a major character trait for Will.

Like. Nico eats McDonalds once and it becomes a huge fanon thing, but Will references Star Trek and the fandom doesn't make a peep until Rick explicitly canonizes that he's a huge sci fi nerd. and Rick doesn't even keep it consistent! He changes it so Will is a Star Wars nerd instead of Star Trek. smh 😔 /lh

[trek-tracks]

The funniest part of this reply is not that it was on a completely innocuous post...

The funniest part is that it was on an innocuous post about Amok Time, an episode which canonically, as a major plot point, makes Star Trek characters roll around in the dirt.

Sir, take this up with Theodore Sturgeon, I was not involved in this decision

[mylittleredgirl]

I am shaken by the idea that Seven knows of Beverly because she shared with Locutus.

I'm thinking about how Seven said in [whatever voyager episode] that she didn't keep all Borg knowledge at her disposal after separating from the collective, but she had relevant knowledge. Being assigned as the liaison to a Federation ship would surely have included all the Borg knowledge about the Federation -- most of which would have come from Picard during "The Best of Both Worlds," right? Since they learned everything he knew?

So yeah, Seven should be well-versed in TNG!

[fairyhaos]

❍ the 2k event: seungkwan + blossoms

alternative title: this is what healing is

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader

genre: canon universe, established relationship, comfort-ish

word count: 1285

warnings: none

event taglist (send ask to be added): @slytherinshua @rubywonu @weird-bookworm @pepperonijem @amxlia-stars @hannyoontify @my-moarmy-heart @suminsfav @minhui896 @haocovr @lockburn-castle @sweet-like-caramel @horanghae8 @graybaeismytae @karionice @hopetiger10 @shuabby1994 (and @wheeboo cz. it's seungkwan)

"Y/N! Come on, we can't slow down now, we're almost there!"

"And where," you pant, "is 'almost there', Seungkwan? Almost there to my death?"

Seungkwan smiles, and it's not his brilliant, heart-bursting smile but it's close enough. "You shouldn't have offered to take me out hiking, love," he says teasingly, from where he's standing on the path further up. "You gotta deal with the consequences."

You groan, pulling yourself up with your hiking poles along the dirt path. "Yeah, next time I'll just offer to pay for a full spa day for you. That'll be way easier than this torture I accidentally signed up for."

Seungkwan chuckles, continuing to hike up the mountainside while you groan and complain and sweat to death behind him. 

Your boyfriend loves nature. He loves being surrounded by it, feeling humbled by the vast everlastingness of the earth, feeling part of the unending beauty of the world and the countless lives of animals and plants that he has the privilege of living alongside. It relaxes him, brings him peace, allows his soul to settle more comfortably in his body once he's able to see that he's important, that he matters, that nature is there for him and surrounds him and he is at once a part of it and forever under its power the entire time. 

It's a complex combination of feeling humility at nature's capability and feeling comfort at being in her care, but you get it. You understand Seungkwan. 

That's why you offered him a healing day out trekking up some of South Korea's most idyllic mountains, after all. 

You're kind of regretting agreeing to come along, though. 

Well, almost. 

"Y/N, I swear, we're almost there this time," Seungkwan insists when you wail about your legs again. He's standing at a curve in the path you're following, which isn't really much of a path but more of a wobbly line of soil where the ground has been worn down just a little more than the rest of the undergrowth surrounding you. 

"What, almost to the top?" you manage to say. Wow, you need to exercise more. 

Seungkwan shakes his head. "No, we're almost at a rest point though! There's a fallen tree we can sit on."

"A fallen tree," you deadpan, crunching through leaves. "We're almost at a fallen tree."

Seungkwan wrinkles his nose playfully at your tone. "Yes. A fallen tree. But I'm really, really certain that we've almost reached the summit, if you wanna forgo a break and carry on…?"

"No, no, let's take a break," you say hurriedly, hobbling up the remaining stretch to find the fallen tree he was talking about and flopping down. "Ah, that's better."

There's a peaceful silence then, as you drink your water and Seungkwan tilts his head back, revelling in the quiet that comes with being so, so far away from other people. You watch him out of the corner of your eye and fight the urge to grin widely. 

This is the one, sole reason that you don't regret coming on this trip. 

He has his eyes closed, the sunlight peeking through the green leaves of the trees and casting an uneven glow across his face, one cheek, half of his forehead, the tip of his nose and small spatterings of his eyelids lit up in gold. He looks like he's been blessed all over by some sun deity, but nothing can top the utterly content look on his face. 

Seungkwan hasn't been feeling himself lately, and you get it, with all that's been going on for him. He's been doing so well, and you tell him so, but sometimes those words aren't enough. Sometimes he just needs time to distance himself, to heal without having the reminders of his pain and struggles hitting him in the face. 

Somewhere in the distance, a bird chirps, and Seungkwan opens his eyes. 

"Don't you think that the day sky is so beautiful?" he says, contemplatively, squinting through the forest canopy. 

You look up with him, squinting your eyes. "The day sky?" you echo. 

He shrugs. "Yeah. Everyone always talks about the night sky, and yet no one seems to mention how pretty the sky is during the day."

You tilt your head, watching as faint wisps of white clouds drift by, in between the green leaves and up there in the brilliant blueness of the sky. 

"The moon is really, really beautiful," you say, "but I guess we never do think about how pretty the sun is too."

"The moon will forever be beautiful," Seungkwan agrees, voice softening, "but there's beauty in the day as well. There's so much light. So much vibrancy. So much potential for living."

You smile, lowering your head to look over at Seungkwan. He still has his head tilted upwards, so far up that you can't see his eyes. But after a moment, he squeezes his eyes shut and looks at you with a smile. It's a sad smile, but there's relief there, a happiness that comes from having the time to be with such refreshing scenery and his thoughts and with you. 

His eyes crinkle as he leans forward to press a kiss to your nose. "You know I love you, right?"

You hum, placing your hand on his cheek to keep him in place and quickly kiss his forehead. His skin is clammy with sweat, your hand warm on his equally warm cheek, but the softness in his eyes makes everything else rendered irrelevant. 

"I should hope so," you say drily after pulling away. "I'm here, suffering with you right now. I'm currently loving you too damn much for you not to love me back."

Seungkwan laughs at that, a ringing bell sound that sounds so much like his usual self that it makes you laugh too. 

"Well, thank you for loving me that much," he says, and it's teasing, but there are rosy warm threads of sincerity to his words. "Thank you, oh noble Y/N, for putting up with me."

"Any time," you say, and you can recognise that warm sincerity in your own voice too. "I'll do anything for you."

Seungkwan smiles. 

A wind blows around you, blessedly cool, and you sigh in happiness. Sometimes small and cold sticks to your forehead, and you dislodge it to gawk at the small blossom petal that managed to stick to your sweaty skin. 

"Kwan, look at this petal that stuck to me," you say, turning to your boyfriend, only to laugh at the way he has two on his cheek, seemingly going unnoticed by him.

"What? Why are you laughing?"

"You had a little something on your face, babe," you say, taking off the petals and showing them to him. Seungkwan blinks down at them before chuckling and shaking his head. 

"There must be cherry blossom trees further up ahead," he said, watching as more pale pink petals float around you.

You hum thoughtfully, staring at the little blossom petals. "Blossoms represent growth, you know," you say. "And new beginnings. They symbolise a better tomorrow."

Seungkwan tilts his head. "Really?" He's silent for a moment, before standing up. "Well, we better get going, I think. I want to see this blossom tree at the summit, now that we know it's there."

Instantly, you're groaning, and Seungkwan laughs as he takes your hand and pulls you to your feet, teasing you the entire way. But he doesn't let go of your hand, and the two of you walk leisurely up the mountain, skin all sun-dappled and with blossoms in your hair as you make your way to the top and to that blossom tree. 

All the way to a better tomorrow. 

[milla984]

And in the Beginning...

Summary: after spending a day at D.C.’s most renowned multifandom convention Spencer and Garcia stop for a coffee. Spoiler alert - our fave Resident Genius dumps their order on Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader (Reader is a sci-fi buff)

Category: fluff

TW/CW: swearing, mentions of food, some Star Wars-related talk

Word Count: 2k

Once again, a ginormous THANK YOU to @drgenius-reid for taking the time to beta-read the first draft (aka witnessing the horror)!

The following work is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins' CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge and is also part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

“Highlight of the day?! Jamie Hewlett signing my copy of The Cream of Tank Girl! In you face, Mr. 'Superman Can Fly'...!”

The woman carrying a Chinese paper umbrella rummaged through her purse to retrieve a wallet and pay at the coffee truck parked outside the convention center; stylish two-tone glasses matched the army green jumpsuit with a teddy bear patch on her right leg and the blue mandarin collar button-down shirt she was wearing, and her blond hair was tied up in a pair of small side buns.

The tall man beside her chuckled as he picked up two cups. “I don’t know if I should be more impressed or worried.”

“Why?! We made a deal and it’s perfect: he can have Sci-Fi-Gate, I’m keeping WashCon.”

“Sci-Fi-Gate has amazing Star Trek guests, though…”

A long and colorful scarf was wrapped around his neck and a deep red cravat necktie peeked out of the hem of a plaid design vest, combined with a single-breasted brown coat and a pair of grey pants. 

“I can't believe you would really choose the Captains of the Enterprise panel over my emotional stability,” she frowned, paying zero attention to the cosplayer in a trenchcoat with a pair of black wings attached to their back she was about to brush past.

When the feathers smacked her cheek she pulled back, the tips of her umbrella almost poking the tall guy dressed as Doctor Who in the eye; the sudden movement startled the cosplayer and a rapid swing of their dark wings created a commotion in the crowd of people waiting for their turn to order. In the confusion that followed, a random shoulder bumped into yours and pushed you out of the line and off the sidewalk, right in front of the Fourth Doctor - who was struggling to maintain his Fedora in place and watch where he was going at the same time.

Needless to say, he ended up failing at both.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” the blond woman asked. 

“I’m so sorry, SO SO SORRY—” the tall guy apologized simultaneously and she cut him off, rushing to your side.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

The frantic exchange prompted your brain to whoosh into light speed mode to elaborate and discharge the ‘Ah, shit!!’ and ‘wait… is this iced macchiato?!?!’ inputs in favor of a more suitable reaction at the sight of the considerable amount of caffeine soaking your hoodie.

“... I think I’m okay.”  

“First-aid manuals suggest removing all clothes or jewelry near the affected area within moments after the spillage of a hot liquid,” the tall guy said, and the woman gasped in shock. 

“Please tell me you didn’t get burned! Once I got this non-fat steamed white chocolate vani—”

“I’m fine,” you growled a bit. 

Someone behind you was snickering and, despite the relief of not having sustained serious injuries, the attention was already making you feel uncomfortable.

“Scalds are caused by sources of humid heat and certain types of fibers retain the water, which can be responsible for additional damage to the skin,” the tall guy explained again, speaking faster than anyone you had ever heard.

You tucked your shirt in your jeans and raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Let me guess: you’re a doctor.” 

“Well… uhm, yes, this is my…” he faltered, unable to tell if you were referencing his costume as a pun or not. “I am, actually.”

“Not that kind of doctor,” the woman added.

She sighed as soon as she realized you were standing there speechless, drenched in coffee, your gaze wandering back and forth between them. “I’m so sorry…”

“They should be more careful with the lids. I think I got lucky,” you muttered through gritted teeth as you pulled the zip down.

Thanks to the decision to splurge some money on yourself, earlier on, you had something to replace your soiled hoodie with. The Fourth Doctor looked away and focused his attention on the cups he was still holding in his hands; before he threw them in the nearest trashcan he inspected their content, confirming he’d fortunately spilled on you a combination of 98% half-caf iced caramel macchiato and just 2% regular hot americano.

The woman was still clasping the handle of her umbrella. “Listen, we were about to check out this itsy-bitsy lovely Indian place ‘round the corner, maybe you should come with us. You know… to try and get cleaned up a little.” 

You dug into the shopping bag at your feet, taking a sealed package out to rip the plastic film wrapped around a brown sweatshirt with a stylized front print of the panoramic view of the desert, Jabba the Hutt’s palace and twin suns on Tatooine, and put it on. 

“No offense, but my parents taught me to never follow strangers.” 

“None taken,” the tall guy replied, “they were absolutely right. According to the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System, about 90,000 individuals are reported missing in the U.S. every year and the National Institute of Justice estimates that approximately 4,400 unidentified bodies are recovered annually.”  

For the second time in less than five minutes, you considered the possibility he could truly be from Gallifrey. You also wondered if he was aware of his perfect facial structure: everything about his demeanor indicated he wasn’t too skilled in the art of charming people using his sculpted jawline and lean figure. 

“... do you always quote statistics about murders and kidnappings like it’s a casual topic of conversation?”  

His eyes got even bigger, showing a hint of gold on the inside. “It was merely an observation—”

“Yeah, he… does that,” the woman came to his rescue, “and even if it sounds bad, trust me it’s- it's part of his job. Our job. Except, I don’t deal with the scary, disturbing, yucky stuff.”

Your question wasn’t meant to come out in such a sarcastic tone. “You’re cops?!”

“FBI. Tech Analyst and Behavioral Analysis Unit,” she explained, and the tall guy waved a silent greeting at you. 

Even though the chance of running into the Bureau personnel stationed in D.C., at some point, wasn’t unreasonable, ‘two FBI agents walk into a multifandom convention dressed as characters from sci-fi TV shows’ could have easily been the beginning of a bad joke. 

Plus, it was hard to picture the Fourth Doctor as a G-Man. “What’s your Ph.D. in, exactly?”

“I have a Ph.D. in Mathematics. And Chemistry, and Engineering. And I hold BAs in Psychology, Sociology and Philosophy.”

“Google him. Spencer Reid, B-A-U,” the woman suggested after a short pause, in response to your skeptical expression.

Judging by her tone she was daring you to, as if the situation wasn’t already giving off major The Twilight Zone vibes… and yet, instead of bidding them an unenthusiastic farewell, you pulled out your phone to type his name. 

A plethora of results popped on the screen seconds later, so you first clicked on the link titled BAU’s newest member. 

“With three doctorate degrees from Caltech already, and a staggering IQ of 187 as well as an eidetic memory there is no psychological exam or test the FBI could put in front of him he could not ace,” the piece said about newly-recruited Spencer Reid.

“When I ask why he chose Caltech over MIT and Stanford, he quickly runs down a list of Professors he had a desire to study with. He makes no mention of the weather or girls,” an older article reported.

You skipped through at least a dozen mentions of SSA Reid’s outstanding performances in the field, then a PDF document, property of the California Institute of Technology, caught your interest and you read the title aloud. 

“Identifying non-obvious relationship—” 

“Non-obvious relationship factors using cluster-weighted modeling and geographic regression,” he recited by heart, “that's my Engineering dissertation.”

He was too prepared on the subject and too adorably peculiar to be an impostor posing as a genius FBI agent for kicks, during the weekend; you picked his Fedora off the ground as a peace offering. 

“Seems like you’re a wunderkind, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer lowered his chin so he could mask the rush of blood to his cheeks and his friend giggled, gently linking arms with you. 

“Now, there’s something relevant we need to discuss, pronto… how do you feel about veg biryani?”

An hour and a half proved to be all the time you needed to form a solid conviction that Spencer Reid going on a spiel about the original blueprints of a fictional space station was the best thing since sliced bread.

“It’s part of the iconic imagery Lucas wanted to establish, there’s no health and safety. And don’t forget it was originally designed by the Geonosians.”

You snorted at the mention of the classic ‘designed by a flying alien species’ argument. “That’s not an excuse! Even if the Geonosians designed it, they knew it was meant to be used by humanoid creatures.”

After leaving the restaurant, where you had insisted on paying for your share - much to Garcia's dismay, you’d walked back to the convention center’s parking lot and now you were waiting by your car for Penelope to get hers. As you had recently discovered, she loved mugs, old Italian movies and playing the ukulele; Spencer wasn’t as outgoing and chatty, especially about his private life, but Star Wars was for sure one of his numerous areas of expertise.

“TIE fighters don’t have a proper defense system and the original prototype even lacked structural integrity to support atmospheric flight. The Empire doesn't care about casualties, it’s safe to think they never bothered to install a guardrail or other appropriate safety measures because to them the Death Star technicians are expendable.”

“Okay… solid theory,” you admitted, making him smile as he wiped his forehead to get rid of a lock of curly hair.

“Thank you. It’s nice to have a discussion with someone who knows about the Geonosians. Or the Death Star. It only happened twice but I’ve had people asking me what that was.”

When the convertible Cadillac with a plastic Hawaiian lei tied to the rear-view mirror stopped inches from you, Garcia - behind the steering wheel - proudly gestured at the extension of her eccentric personality.

“Meet Esther. Isn’t she fab?”

You wolf whistled your appreciation, gliding your fingertips over the leather upholstery and orange body paint. “Quick question: how much do you think I’d get if I sued two FBI agents for… damages, let’s say?!”

Penelope produced a fluffy pen out of the glove compartment and scribbled something on the back of a PetMAC receipt she handed it to you. 

“Sweet pea, if I were you I'd settle for a lifetime of free IT support.”

“I’ll take it,” you said, “I’m kind of tired of being bullied by my own laptop.”

She stared at you for a moment before her face lit up, like a girl on a trip to a four-story candy shop. “... have you ever been to Baltimore ComicCon?!” she asked out of the blue while Spencer plopped himself down on the passenger seat.

You shook your head. “Do you guys—”

“We should totally go together!!” Garcia proposed. Or rather, declared.

In all honesty, the prospect of attending another convention on your own was depressing and you’d given up on the one in Maryland for that specific reason; you turned to Spencer for his approval, too, and he nodded, maybe because he knew there was no way of stopping Garcia if she had her mind set on a specific goal.  

“Baltimore it is, then…?!”

Penelope shot you a smug grin. “Keep in touch. We still owe you a nice dinner and ComicCon’s not up until September, I’d hate to run a background check on your license plate to find you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea and saluted them goodbye as they drove off, Esther’s taillights shining bright red.

What a weird Saturday. Meeting a real life genius and the quirkiest FBI agent ever came with a price, and one of your favorite hoodies was most likely beyond salvaging. You needed to know if Spencer Reid was well worth it.

Garcia’s words then echoed in your ears, so you sat in your car and unlocked your phone, scrolling through the most recent Google searches: you had a lot of reading to do. 

@matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @thisiscalmanditsdoctorreid, @pretty-boys-book-club, @spookydrreid, @f-me-reid, @foxy-eva, @scorpiofangirl1109, @a-potato-wearing-plaid, @cynbx, @reidsbookclub, @nagemasstuff, @hotchsdharma, @reidmainbitch, @lizzylynch1, @will-grahams-eyes, @padawancat97

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[satureja13]

Rubyn is so glad the Boys are going to help Albaleyh - she ordered their uniforms right after she left. And the boxes already got delivered! That was fast! Luckily she has an instructor's license so she can officially teach them everything they need to know about space travels. And as soon as they passed all the tests, they can boldly go where no man has gone before! Or so ^^'

They all undressed to donne their new uniforms. Sai had to avert his gaze. Jeb is too hot to handle right now :3

Jeb opened the first box: "This is apparently the box with our pyjamas..." Kiyoshi spent enough time with Jack, the nerd, to know that: "These are no pyjamas. They're uniforms." They opened the other box. Vlad: "Is this a joke? I'm not going to wear the uniforms from the enemy!" Jack tried to pacify him: "Don't be upset, hm?"

But Vlad, who doesn't want to be pacified, shouted over to Rubyn, who was impatiently waiting for them in the yard: "Rubyn, they sent the wrong ones! We can't wear these!" Rubyn, on the verge of loosing her nerves with their whining and dawdling: "These are the right ones! Have you any idea how much a Star Wars™ instructor's license costs these days since Disney imbibed them? I had no choice! There are kids out there missing their father! Put your uniforms on and come over already so we can get your nagging asses off of this planet!"

Oh no! Rubyn is apparently a Starfleet instructor ö.ö' And she got them official Star Trek uniforms... The others think they are not exactly pretty, but they have no idea why Vlad is so upset. And Ji Ho thinks Kiyoshi looks quite dashing, which upsets Vlad only further ö.Ö'

Jeb: "Why are these the uniforms of 'the enemy'?" Jack: "These are Star Trek uniforms. We like Star Wars." Jeb: "What's the difference?" Sai was already googling: "There is absolutely no difference..."

Jack thinks it's better for Vlad's salvation if they stop this discussion before anyone gets hurt: "Let's go out and start our training ^^'"

Rubyn praised them: "Ah, how stunning you look! Nothing radiates distinctive authority like a Starfleet uniform! And Jack, I'm glad you choose Worf's uniform with the baldric! Suits you." Jack winced. Vlad can't believe what he just heard with his pointy ears: "You... you choose it? You knew? Why would you choose this?" And that was the moment where Vlad and Jack's eternal friendship was put to the ultimate test ö.ö Jack stiffened - but eventually straightened up: "Yes - I also like Star Trek and there's nothing wrong with it - I'm proud to be a Trekkie. So, I said it! And I also think Worf is as hot as the magma deep below Qo'noS! There you have it!"

Little Goat is proud of you, Jack :3 But Vlad's mouth became so dry, he has no more spit left to even hiss. And his fingers cramped - trying desperately not to shake and strangle Jack - to bring him to his senses... His best friend - a traitor! And he always thought the force was with him! (Vlad really was so, so upset all the time, omg! o.o)

Rubyn thought maybe it's the best to let Vlad work himself - and his anger - off. So he, Jeb and Kiyoshi started whith their combat training.

And the other group had to solve some of the easier Kobayashi Maru tests (= no win scenarios). Saiwa: "Ouf, this is hard. Shouldn't we start with a simulation on how to fly the ship?"

Jack: "I know how to fly a spaceship. I'll show you later. It's not that hard - and Albaleyh's ship has an advanced autopilot anyway." Saiwa: "Jack - you learned how to fly spaceships in your coma, that wasn't real..." Jack: "It was more real than a simulator."

Rubyn: "Concentrate now! I want you to be the bright new twinkling stars of the Starfleet!" (Their faces ^^')

And after everyone calmed down, they started a spaceship simulation ^^' Working together as teams/couples <3

Hahaha Sheldon, Raj and Leonard wearing their Star Trek uniforms ^^' (and Howard as Borg :)

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[keepsmagnetoaway]

X-Men Origins: Colossus (May 2008)

Chris Yost/Trevor Hairsine

X-Men Origins was a loose series of a dozen one-shots published by Marvel from 2008 to 2010, each exploring the early days of an X-Man in a single issue (Marvel evidently having concluded that unless you were a really big deal, like Storm or Wolverine or Wolverine or Wolverine or Wolverine, you couldn't support a full prequel miniseries). Generally these picked up on existing but not fully explored canon, going back and depicting incidents that had been referred to but not shown, expanding on brief flashbacks, stuff like that. These are, so to speak, the last bits of X-Men pre-history, each of them leading right up to the first appearance of the characters, and they're the last things we're going to read in our Era 0 ... era (with the exceptions of the issues for Deadpool and Gambit, which I'm not reading yet because we haven't got to those guys in the main read yet). Got all that?

For whatever reason, the series started with Colossus, in an issue that both establishes the overall tone and quality of these (which is, basically, "meh") and has a really deeply weird vacuum at its heart - a vacuum which is present in the rest of the series but is a particular problem here.

There is, of course, no need to really rehearse the details of Colossus' past: it's simple and pure, just like Colossus himself. Farmboy turns to steel, saves his sister, goes off to save the world. It's all very Superman. You know, this Superman.

Ah, right, yes. Here's the thing about X-Men Origins: Colossus: it isn't set in the fucking Soviet Union.

Oh! The Federal Security Service! Of what country, pray tell? Never mind. (The closest we ever get is "Russia".) And what kind of farm does Piotr Rasputin grow up on? Just...a farm. Just a regular farm.

This sucks, man. It's right there in the first sentence of his appearance, what kind of farm it is!

This Origins update is, of course, an emanation of the so-called "sliding timescale" of the Marvel universe, the principle where by the past moves along behind the present to ensure that all these characters who debuted in the 1960s aren't now 70 years old. But more than most of these characters - more than almost all of them, I would argue - Colossus' origin in the Soviet Union meant something, and had been explored on that basis before. Piotr believes in certain "Soviet" values - the common good, the collective before the individual - and he exists in a world different from the one in which he was raised. These things cause him considerable angst, and this is essential to his character. You could even have written a story about him growing up during the fall of the USSR, which could have updated the timeline but still would have used and further explored these themes! Instead we get this...nothingness, with nothingy designs and nothingy characters.

This issue gets Colossus to where he needs to be by the end of it, but reading it is an utterly bizarre experience of watching a character's story get hollowed out. Claremont wasn't doing anything especially radical by featuring a Soviet character to emphasise the internationalism of his team - it was a trick that dated back to, at very least, Chekov on Star Trek (another member, along with Piotr Rasputin, of the "uhhhh, quick, think of a Russian surname" club) but to strip even that radicalism out thirty-whatever years later really is depressing.

Also, WTF is happening with Storm's face. Anyway, Jean is next.

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Into the Breach'

Sorry, been busy with work and life and so has Doug.

Now, let's get onto the next episode, 'Into the Breach'.

CW: Pretty chill, by Doug's standards.

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Episode 13: ''Johnny Cash would be Proud''

Welp, sometimes, you gotta go where you’re wanted. And for Little Orphan Blondie, she’s back at the Museum of Science and Industry, now doing shitty puzzles with the Jedi babies. I really do hope Gun Safety Muppet sat on one of his own guns after that bullshit, hate that blue puppet fucker. 

At least the little pink girl got to keep her souvenir doll from the gift shop that Stepsister Beth . I hope these babies are going around and stealing from the storage. I would. 

Church Lady left these guys in a shitty parking lot. Ha! Time waits for no man and she’s got a potluck with Sassy Park Ranger to prep for. 

Aw hell yeah! My boy Toaster Strudel showing up in a stolen work van. And Daddy Warcrimes and his boyfriend MBA Rob are wondering if there’s yet another sobbing family stuffed in the trunk they can ransom once they cross the border. Never change, you two. 

God MBA Rob looks and TALKS just like my asshole nephew. Ugh. “Do you think I’m lying?” “Yes!” 

Wow, Daddy Warcrimes and Julio ain’t taking no one’s shit. My boys!

Toaster Strudel even went into the Empire’s dumpster and yanked out an imperial uniform and forcing MBA Rob’s scruffy ass into it. Or maybe he hooked up with one and stole his clothes. Didn’t take Toaster Strudel for that but hey I don’t judge, that’s for Jesus and your God to do now ya know. 

(“Wait, that Echo likes dudes?”

“No, that he steals from people he’s banged. Come on now Meat Muffin, why you gotta be prejudiced and stuff, we got laws now, ain’t you seen Brokeback Mountain?”)

Oh, Stepsister Beth is on the struggle bus. Come ON, Stepsister Beth, start chatting with some of those other clones can get these babies out of here! Why all the male scientists got them windowless van mustaches? 

Scientist with bangs is a real bitch. Don’t like her. 

Look at Little Orphan Blondie plotting her way out of the Museum of Science and Industry! 

Oooh my boys going all Johnny Cash with the BLACK! Love it! And MBA Rob trimmed his ass down, looks like My Wife’s First Love in Star Trek, gotta give it to him, good look.

(“I’m assuming that’s Will Riker?”

“Yeah, Captain Picard’s Number 1.”

“Why not call him Riker since you know who he is?”

“My wife told me I’m not allowed.”

“....I’m not asking anymore.”)

MBA Rob’s super power is being a wild asshole. Ya know, that’s not always a bad thing. Man, he’s good at this. Ah, there’s Daddy Rambo shooting Stormtrooper dingbats and Toaster Strudel doing a thing. 

There’s Julio checking out the ladies on his cell phone. Wonder which lady he’s texting, lay that pipe where you can, brother. 

Is Toaster Strudel wearing jeans? Oh who cares–look at my boy kicking ass! Being all 007! Man, hope Alex-from-Manitoba is watching from heaven, proud of his boy! 

(Alex-from-Manitoba is Fives?!)

Julio fires up the stolen work truck, and off they go! Will they make it? Will they make it?! Come on, Daddy Rambo! Turn on some Folsom Prison Blues, you got this! 

Even Daddy Warcrimes knows that Toaster Strudel’s on it. No wonder they gotta sideline Toaster Strudel like this, when he comes on shift everything works. Dang. 

Woah! There they go! My boys! And Little Orphan Blondie! Woah! 

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Tagging my Cajun neighbor's fans! @skellymom @megmca @amalthiaph @cdblake1565 @sued134 @isthereanechoinhere96

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One - Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Nancy was nervous about hanging out with both Eddie and Steve. There was clearly something between the two of them, and Nancy didn't want to get in the way, but she wanted to be a part of Steve’s life again. She didn't realize how much she had missed him until now. She did want to get to know Eddie, though, like she told him she would. She approached Steve’s house cautiously and knocked on the door, trying not to think about the last time she was here. Steve had cooked her dinner, and Nancy had let him vent about his parents. She remembered them falling into bed afterward, and she remembered how gentle he was. . . She smiled, thinking about how, as always, he liked to hold her hand during the act of making love. For him, it was always making love. She regretted thinking about that before knocking because her face suddenly heated up at the sight of him.

"Hey, Nance, come in. It must be warm out there," Steve said and stepped aside to let her in.

"Yeah, that's it," Nancy said.

"Eddie called earlier to let us know that he'd be late," Steve said. "He kind of sounded like he had just woken up."

"Probably stayed up late, worrying about what we're going to do to him to get him back for the freezer incident," Nancy said with a grin.

"Well, I still have those robes your brother made us wear to that Star Trek convention," Steve said. "We can totally fuck with him."

"Star Wars," she corrected. "I know that you know the difference."

Before she could say anything else, there was a knocking on the door. Nancy and Steve both went to answer it. When they opened the door, Eddie stood there, grinning.

"Oh my god!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Your face is bleeding!" Steve exclaimed.

"Ah, so, funny story," Eddie said as he stepped inside.

Steve sighed, rolled his eyes, and dragged Eddie to the bathroom with Nancy following. He pulled out the first aid kit and started tending to the scratches on his face.

"What happened?" Nancy asked.

"I'm really bad at shaving my face," Eddie replied, and Nancy rolled her eyes. "A little girl's cat was stuck in this hole, and I had to get the poor thing out. Of course, the cat thanked me by giving my face a nice, scratchy hug."

"You're a hazard, you know that," Steve said fondly.

"That's what I was telling you," Eddie said.

"We should wrap him in bubble wrap," Nancy said.

"Yeah, that's what my uncle keeps telling me, and I swear, I think he's going to do it one of these days," Eddie said.

"Then again, we should also wrap you in bubble wrap, Steve," Nancy teased.

"Ha ha," Steve said. "So, what makes you think that I do know the difference between Star Trek and Star Wars, Nancy?"

"Nice segway," Eddie nodded.

"Because one night when you thought that I was still asleep on the couch, you changed the channel to Star Trek where you proceeded to mutter about how Kirk and Spock are totally gay for one another," Nancy said. "Which, by the way, was another clue."

"Yes! You believe in them, too!" Eddie said excitedly.

"Come on, that episode where Spock and Kirk basically rutted against each other in the dirt wasn't fooling anyone. That wasn't fight to the death music, that was fuck to the death music," Steve said.

"Yes!" Eddie clapped gleefully. "Plus, when Spock realized that Kirk was alive and pure joy came shining through. . . Come on!"

"Yes!" Steve exclaimed.

"You're both nerds," Nancy laughed.

"Everyone is a little nerdy about something, Nancy," Steve blushed.

"Well, there was no reason to hide it from me. I like Star Trek, too. Although, not nearly as much as you two," Nancy said with a snort. "And you two are both right."

Once Steve was done, he pulled out another first aid kit. It was much smaller than the other one.

"Carry this with you always," Steve said.

"Aww, it's a little baby first aid kit," Eddie said. "Thanks, man. I shall name you. . . Nigel? Yes, Princess Nigel."

"Princess Nigel?" Nancy laughed.

"A boy can be a princess, isn't that right, Stevie?" Eddie cooed at him.

"Shut up," Steve said, biting his lip and blushing.

Suddenly, they all heard the sound of the front door opening and the loud clattering of heels.

"Steven?" A female's voice called out.

"Your mother?" Nancy asked with wide eyes. "I didn't know your mother was coming back into town."

"Shit, I didn't either," Steve cursed.

"I don't hear your father," Nancy muttered with wide eyes.

"Steven!" Margaret Harrington yelled.

Steve sighed and stepped out of the bathroom to greet his mother. Nancy and Eddie followed tentatively.

"I'm here, mother. This is a pleasant surprise. I thought you wouldn't be back until next week," Steve said stiffly.

"Oh, well, the conference ended early. Your father had to take a later flight," Margaret said, and her eyes lit up when she spotted Nancy. "Oh, Nancy. It's so lovely to see you again. It's wonderful to see you two back together."

"You get younger and younger every time I see you, Mrs. Harrington," Nancy said gritting her teeth.

The truth was far from it. She was made of so much plastic that it was hard to tell what her features used to look like. She used to look like Steve. Nancy knew how much Steve hated what his mother had done to herself, which was why he only used products that accentuated what was already there. She knew why Margaret did it. She did it to keep her husband around for as long as possible. It honestly just made her look scary.

"Oh, such a lovely girl," Margaret said and pinched her cheeks. "You could teach my son a thing or two. Lord knows he needs it."

"Mother, Nancy, and I aren't together. We're just friends," Steve said.

"Oh, well, that's a shame," Margaret said in disappointment, and her eyes dimmed further when she caught sight of Eddie. "And who is this?"

"This is Eddie Munson. He's my - " but he was cut off before he could finish.

"We've talked about this, Steven," she snapped. "We've accepted that you're. . .different, but we've asked you not to bring your. . .boys around here. I don't have to tell your father about this, do I?"

"No!" Steve exclaimed, his face red. "Of course not, mother. We'll get out of your hair and let you get some rest."

"You're a sweet boy, Steven," Margaret said and patted his cheek. "I should warn you that when your father does come home, he's going to want to talk to you about you coming to work for him again."

"I told him that I don't want to do that. I told you guys what I want - " Steve said.

"And we told you that you could do so much better. Why waste your talents when you have potential elsewhere?" She asked.

"It wasn't wasted potential when Grandpa Otis had his own salon," Steve said.

"Well, your grandpa was. . . different," she sighed.

"Like me, you mean?" Steve scoffed. "Well, that's certainly something that I didn't know about Grandpa."

"I don't like this attitude, Steven. Do I have to tell your father?" Margaret asked.

"I'm sorry, Mother. It won't happen again. We were just leaving," Steve said.

"And please cut your hair, dear! You're starting to look like a girl!" His mother yelled out.

He gave his mother kisses on the cheek before dragging Nancy and Eddie out of the house. He had grabbed his keys on their way out. Once they were outside, Steve sucked in some air and exhaled heavily.

"Steve - ," Nancy started to say.

"So, where do you guys want to hang out?" Steve asked overly cheerful with his hands on his hips.

"Quarry. This time of day. It's gorgeous," Eddie said. "We'll pick up some food. Come on, Nancy, let's cheer up our boy."

Nancy certainly liked the way he said "our boy," and judging by Steve’s real smile, he liked it too. When they got to the quarry, they sat near the water with van doors propped open as they ate. Once they finished, they all stared at the water in silence for a while.

"So, was that the monster you guys were talking about? Because holy fuck was she scary," Eddie blurted out.

Nancy and Steve stared at him. Steve burst into laughter.

"That was my mother. She's great, isn't she?" Steve asked, scoffing. "You think she's bad, you haven't met my father."

"What were you telling her that you wanted to do?" Nancy asked.

"Promise me that you guys won't laugh?" Steve asked.

"Promise," they said in unison.

"I want to go to Cosmetology school and become a like a barber or something," Steve said.

"That's not funny at all. That's great, man," Eddie said.

"That's something you'd be really good at Steve," Nancy said.

"Either that or become a basketball coach," Steve said.

"You can always do both," Eddie pointed out.

"That's true," Steve grinned.

"What about you, Nancy?" Eddie asked. "What are your career aspirations?"

"Investigative Reporter, I want to help people find the truth," Nancy said.

"That's a worthy goal," Eddie said.

"If I only I can get past these misogynistic assholes at the Post. I have an internship their and they think that the only thing that I'm good for is answering the phone and making sandwiches," Nancy rolled her eyes.

"Decided to fight for the job, huh?" Steve asked.

"Yes, I think it's worth fighting for," Nancy said, gazing at him.

"You know, Wheeler, you handle their food. You can do whatever you want to it," Eddie suggested, grinning wickedly at her.

Nancy giggled and bit her lip. She threw her empty wrapper at him.

"Maybe you could," she said. "What about you? What do you want to becoome?"

"I don't know. I used to have dreams of becoming a rockstar but I kind of fucked that up," Eddie shrugged. "I'm stuck here in this town so I don't think it matters whether I figure it out or not."

"That's not true. You still have time to figure it out," Nancy said. "Not everyone knows exactly what they want out of life. Despite the fact that I seem to have a problem with learning it, it's alright not to have all the answers."

"But knowing that, you're never going to stop searching for them all, are you?" Eddie asked.

"Probably not," Nancy said with a grin.

"You'll find your calling, I'm sure of it," Steve said, and then he paused. "Maybe my mother is right. Maybe I should cut my hair. Do you think I should?"

"No!" Eddie and Nancy said.

"Your mother is never right," Nancy scoffed.

Eddie and Nancy reached forward at the same time to stroke the end of his hair. Steve sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into their touch.

"Do you want to cut your hair?" Nancy asked.

"No," Steve said.

"Then don't," Eddie said.

"What do you think she meant when she said my grandpa was different?" Steve asked. "Do you think he could have been like me and Eddie?"

"I don't know. Is there a way to find out. Maybe look through his stuff?" Eddie asked.

"They keep all his stuff locked up in his old salon," Steve said.

"This sounds a lot like someone could use her sleuthing skills to good use," Nancy said.

"And this sounds very much like a quest," Eddie said.

"You guys want to look through my grandfather's things with me?" Steve asked.

"If that's okay with you," Nancy said.

"Yeah, okay, sounds fun," Steve said. "I'm working all week, but Saturday is when I'm off next."

"Great, it's a date," Eddie grinned.

With Eddie and Nancy's hands still in his hair, the three off watched the sun start to begin its descent. They talked about the future well until the sun fell and the stars twinkled down upon them.

Chapter Four

[t0ast-ghost]

Welcome back to me slowly losing all the marbles in my Star Trek infested head! This is my thoughts on episode nine (Miri):

- *sighs* I miss McCoy…

- OMG MCCOY!!! He don’t need to be here, he’s just standing

- literally sooo normal about them being in the same episode together again

- Jim: picks up random object for no reason. Ah yes give it to Spock

Spock: curious what do I do with this? Ah yes hand it to Bones he’ll know

Bones: what the fuck? Guess I’ll look at this now

they are all sharing a braincell in this moment

- OOPS BONES GOT TACKLED

- Kirk not afraid to slap a bitch (multiple times)

- “of course somebody will fix it” Bones comforting the guy who just attacked him, he’s so fucking caring wtf

- HES DEAD JIM MOMEN- oh never mind he said “it’s dead” false alarm

- goddamn those boots (I want a pair so bad)

- this

- uh oh he’s sick? Oh they’re all sick. But not Spock

- “the bugs have no appetite for green blood” “being red blooded obviously has its disadvantages”

- “spare me the analysis, Mr. Spock, please” THEY ARE LITERALLY MARRIED

- Bones getting called old once again

- the folder against his lip in thought

- NO SHE DOES NOT LIKE HIM

- “eternal childhood” sounds like Peter Pan to me idk maybe

- KIRK BACK THE FUCK UP

- idc if she’s 1000 years older what the fuck are you doing?

- okay I like this group of kids the costumes are well done

- Kirk getting attacked. yippee sounds play.

- “and I do want to go back to the ship, captain” then they smile at each other WHAT

- Hehehe

- “you two can recreate the thinking” bones gives him the ‘who the fuck do you think I am face’

- shittiest photo I’ve ever taken but-

- Jim hugging Janice was honestly kinda sweet

- Jim yelling “where’s Janice” was done so well

- JIM ABOUT TO THROW A CHILD

- Jim your speeches don’t work here

- THE OLDEST CHILD LOOKS LIKE TOMMYINNIT HOLY- I am so sorry

- “I’m a grup… and I want to help you” well delivered

- “bickering is pointless” Spock is sad to see his friend slowly becoming more agressive and scared- I- they- I love them

- MCCOY NO no!

- thought he yelled “fuck” but no just “Spock” I think bones should be allowed to say fuck

- Kirk’s ripped sleeve is so fucking slutty

That’s where I’m leaving this one cause the ending bridge discussion once again makes me so uncomfortable…

All in all really loved this episode. Yes it was cause I got Bones, Spock, and Kirk.

Other episode reviews :)

[trekmupf]

Space Mail Order Wifes 👰💃💊

Pro:

Bones being more interested in his medical readings than the literal drug-woman

Spock not being affected by the women, King 🏳️‍🌈

Eve at least has things to do, a character with morals and dreams and makes her own desicisons in the end (sort of)

Kirk (sort of) letting Mudd go in the end is very Kirk of him

Spock like "well that was an annoying emotional affair"

First time Kirk having a „romance“ plot with a woman that wrongly morphed him into a womanizer in modern pop culture, even though he's not (in this case it's non con due to drugs)

Propably one of the best episodes in terms of lighting

The colour design – this episode was the flagship for Star Trek being on colour tv and it shows

Set Design, Costume Design, Make up on Point

Con:

Early filmed, therefore more inconsistencies (Clothes, roles)

Harry Mudd as a character is really annoying and he's disgusting

The demur woman trope. The whole everything about them (need husbands, marrying, needing Mudd and literally clinging to him, being ~so sexy~, etc)

the miners also just a man trope and it annoys me, too

the whole "morning after" scene in the miners house is just the worst

ah yes the dream of all women: to be married to violent men in the middle of nowhere that they can cook for

the "sexy" music that played every time they were onscreen being ogled

also I know this is the 60s, but what would happen if a gay man or straight woman would encounter the women? Would the drug work? If not just … don't put people attracted to the women in the same room?

It's one of those episodes where I find interpreting the message really difficult, simply because I wasn't around during the time it was made. Yes, today the „just believe in yourself and you're pretty“ message is hamfisted at best, especially with the rest of the episode, but maybe it was sort of revolutianary in the way it was done during the 60's on major tv, knowing that heavy make up and complicated hairstyles just took off

This is just me wanting more Bones pictures - smiling for once!

Counter: Kirk fake womanizer (non con due to drugs)

Quote: "Oh, the sound of male ego. You travel half way across the galaxy and it's still the same song" -Eve

Moment: The Trios banter at the end Summary: Hard to watch from todays point of view due to heavy sexism the episode doesn't have much to offer in terms of our characters, new information or interesting sci-fi elements or narrative

Previous Episode - Next Episode - All TOS Reviews

[vergess]

Thoughts on the Lower Decks finale?

Okay so I literally JUST finished it and came to answer this ask, except all my thoughts are just me screaming wordlessly in delight

This is my first time watching a star trek all the way through live, and thus my first live finale, and all I can think is how good a time I had watching it!!

I'm sure I'll have actual criticisms in a while, but honestly even the "Rutherford is alloromantic without his implant" thing is like... it's fine with me? I'm fine with it? And that was the only part in the episode where I was like "hmm this will have Consequences(TM)" so...

Augh! I just think they did a really really good jobbbbbb and then they really looked us in the eyes at the end and said "go forth and write your AUs in peace" and the dumb little live long and prosper high five was so cute and I just!!

They paid off on things I truly had just assumed were one episode and done?

I really, REALLY liked it a lot, and yes, I always say that about New Episodes Of Beloved Things and yes this amount of shone will wear off in a few days etc etc

But right now? Right now my opinion is that they NAILED IT and I was pretty worried about a last minute fumble but they did GREAT

And!! I got sooooo much high quality ship content for T'lyn and Tendi which is a special little bonus just for me, like omg their little double monologue was so gooooood

And the Mariner Boimler friendship? Immaculate. Fucking flawless.

Aaaaaaaa it was sooooooo gooooood

I'm so glad I actually gave it a chance back in s1, because I won't lie, I was initially put off by the whole Look of the show. It had a very... "made for Netflix adult werstern animation" appearance and I was so sure it was going to be a shitty little cash grab and I hadn't liked a "new" trek in a long time, y'know? Discovery, Enterprise, Prodigy, I bounced off of them all pretty hard.

But oh man, lower decks really said from day one "we know what we are and we know what you're here for" and dove in so fucking hard. And they kept it up straight through the finale and I just.

Ah! I've loved this experience!

[thelongestway]

Star Trek Lower Decks, s05e09

That moment when your dash erupts with screaming and you know you're not looking at anything else until you see this :P

Ahh, hello, William Boimler episode!

Shaxs is not doing great, he is a haunted man. :P Although maybe those two things aren't mutually contradictory!

OH HEY STO S31 shield with blue Bussard collectors! (I wasn't the one who caught this; STO Reddit did)

T'Pol and Curzon Dax in one place is terrifying enough already?..

Okay, I suppose Garak knows his way around needle and thread in every reality?

And nnnope, I did not expect the hologram.

William "I'm so sick of the fucking multiverse" Boimler! What a mood, my dude, what a mood.

Don't tell me it's the Protostar trying to fix the timeline?.. Or, worse yet, the Aetherians?

Can we get the Tholians on this, with their webs?

"Statistically unlikely," hahaha! ^^

But also, is this a reality where Curzon has no game and has to resort to the bat'leth? :P

Garak who took an oath to do no harm. XD Now I want him to meet a Friend. A very specific Friend.

Pfft, Cardassian flirting. :P

Hello, Very Alternate Mariner???

Oh man, is this DS9 Traumatized Mariner that... Went into engineering?!

"What did you do to your Tuvix", so far the Kims are surprisingly my favorite part of the episode!

Mariner does make for an amazing engineer, damn ^^

Can't say I recognize that ship!

"Ugh, humans" is a mood, alternate!Garak!

Oh man, is someone actually doing that bit I once invented for a D&D/Trek crossover, where someone discovers astral travel before space travel?

Garak being Bond.... I want prime!Bashir to see this, his head would fucking explode.

Is that like... Grandma Mariner?? A

Ah, nope! But also: yes quantum drive!

I like those rings. ^^

So is the reason Harry never got promoted was that all of his Lieutenant and above versions were plotting stuff? (Not true at least of STO!Kim)

That sign can't stop you, Kim, 'cause you can't read!

Someone hit the symbiont. Who's taking it?? T'Pol???

...Ohhh Mariner, girl, I love you in any reality.

"Because it's fun" XD HoloBashir, how are you not yet used to Cardassian flirting if you're married? Or perhaps sir doth protest too much :P

Curzon doesn't hold the record for dying on screen, does he?

Okay, y'know what, I love William's line here. Way to go, S31 kid.

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I'm gonna be thinking about this episode's take on the multiverse for a while. I'm not entirely sure I was in the right headspace for this, but yeah - the last few minutes got me.

[goofyjelly]

STAR TREK TNG S1 E21:

WHAT IN THE WHUMP!?! Im living for it!

also I love that when they fall into that cave or whatever, it is VERY clear that dr. crusher just threw her stuff and LEAPED into that cave 😭. I respect the commitment honestly. I don't know how to screen record a streaming service but TRUST ME. Rewatch that episode and look at when she falls and pulls picard down with her. I love it so much.

also also LOVE acting-Captain La Forge. I read somewhere that he was originally supposed to be the captain, and let me tell you when he's commanding the bridge I SEE THE VISION!!! (no pun intended i swear 😭).

YES DEANNA!!!!! Thank you for hearing my thoughts and telling Geordi that he's doing very nice for me 👍.

yall it may be over, im referring to them by their first names-- THIS IS WHERE THE OBSESSION BEGINS 💀💀 (I once referred to Captain Kirk as "Jim" in a conversation and I don't think I will ever recover from that-)

!!!! more whump!!! love!!!

ooo! wait ofc theyre shipped together. so what's their ship name...

omg. this is a rare opportunity for me to try and predict what their ship name could be.

IDEAS:

Crushcard

Pirusher

jeanlucrusher (<--- I COOKED WITH THIS ONE!)

Bevericard (alternatively, "Bevicard)

Jeanverluc (not as good)

Okay the moment of truth (consulting the internet)

THERE'S NOTHING?!

well. I am a fan of Crushcard. it sounds like a rock band

ah shit now I gotta find out if that's an actual ba- IT IS!

Ooooo!!! I take it back, I love Crush Card. They sounds cool as fuck. They've only got two singles so far but they sound awesome.

Yall, not gonna lie, Im loving this band.

LISTEN TO CRUSH CARD !

@crushcardband on insta and twitter. (im doing a whole deep dive at this point)

MY POINT STILL STANDS ABOUT THE SHIP NAME THO!

where was I?

oh yeah. Crushcard whump. And yes I am going to call them that until someone tells me something better.

Sometimes I look back on the media I consumed when I was younger and it is so clear where my fanfic tastes came from 💀. Not talking about ST since im a fairly new (3 years ago) fan, but clearly the media i consumed influenced me in some way cus whump just HITS (Something something Ninjago Skybound something something- okay well also just Life experiences but NOT THE POINT)

Well. Hi. If you made it this far Im so sorry.

I love Crushcard (the ship) and Crush Card (the band)

[commandermeg]

I finished Trollhunters, and decided to write a crossover one shot fic for it with my main show: Star Trek Prodigy. Please note: I've only seen up to the end of Season 3 of Trollhunters. I have a vague idea of what lies ahead, but I'm not looking it up right now. So if everyone seems out of character, that's fine lol.

                Merlin Ambrosius watched in bewilderment as the spark of light flew upwards and away; its magic left a trail of vibrant sparks like a comet in the night sky. It would’ve been beautiful, honestly. Under normal circumstances, the amulet choosing its next warrior was a solemn and profound moment in troll culture.

                Under normal circumstances.

                However, Merlin was currently standing in line at the ACME market trying to pay for the groceries. The amulet shouldn’t be doing anything at that given moment.

                Its magic blasted the nearby power grid with energy. The reaction was volatile.

The fluorescent shop lights above flickered and sputtered, finally going dark with a deep sigh. The tills popped and sputtered to a complete stop, frustrating the employees. Annoyed patrons, their magic-less minds seemingly unaware of the amulet entirely, began cursing or muttering.

                Merlin set his basket on the counter and followed the amulet out of the shop. The cashier tried to wave him down as he broke into a sprint out the door.

                It didn’t go in any direction in particular.  

                It simply began floating upward at a leisurely pace.

                Bewildered, Merlin found himself staring at the tiny shape as it faded away into the blue. Sure, he could recall it at a moment’s notice. But why would he? This was very unusual, and he found unusual things very interesting.

                Eventually, the amulet was no longer in sight. The only thing above him was a clear, blue sky. As he stared above, he became aware of someone approaching him.

                “Sir, our power is back on if you want to pay for your things.” The cashier said

                “Ah, lovely.”

                He followed the cashier back inside as he formulated a plan.

                “So your saying it just… floated away?” Jim said, incredulously.

                “Yes. It went upward. I can still sense its magic faintly, but it’s farther away than anytime it’s ever been.”

                “Can you tell how far?” Claire asked, curiously.

                The ex-trollhunter and his wife were lounging on the long sofa that sat in the front parlor. They’d called a ‘family meeting’ of sorts after he’d shared the news – however most of the ‘family’ was still trying to get itself together to come downstairs. He could hear Tobias and his wife trying to wrestle their toddler out of bed.

               Merlin had simply walked into their home with the news. While not normally welcome, he figured it was important enough information to warrant a visit.

                He pressed his fingers to his temple. The amulet was even farther now, in the moments they’d been talking it’d moved at an incredible rate. As if there was no air friction at all. Nothing stopping it.

                “I’m not sure. It’s beyond the moon at this point from what I can gather.”

                Tobias finally stepped into the room.

                “Heh, maybe Aja is the next Trollhunter.” He joked.

                “I don’t think so, the amulet is heading in a different direction.”

                Merlin felt their eyes bore into him. He didn’t like the feeling. He remained where he stood, though, and watched as a few others joined them in the parlor. Darcy throwing herself onto the couch next to Jim and Claire, and Toby holding their toddler with one arm.

                “So what are we supposed to do then? Wait for it to come back? Are there even Trolls in outer space?” Jim said

                Merlin thought for a moment. He had a strong feeling he knew the answer but didn’t really like the feeling. It left an odd pit in his stomach.

                “Well, maybe there aren’t any trolls that pose such a threat to earth anymore. Perhaps that’s why the amulet believes it’s needed elsewhere.”

                Claire sighed and leaned into Jim.

                “No more earth-shattering threats, huh? That’s a huge relief.”

                Jim must have had the same feeling. He wrapped an arm around Claire’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. His expression darkened a bit, and he turned to face Merlin.

                “I think he means –“ Jim started to say before he paused.

                “There are still threats, to be sure. They’re just… out there.” Merlin finished the sentence.

Stardate 25102.34 – 314 years later

                “Captain Ambrosius, those readings on the hot spring asteroid have been sent to the labs.”

                “Excellent. Good work, Commander.”

                Commander Larson left the ready room, the doors zipping shut behind him. Merlin sank into the cushy chair behind the table before twirling the seat around to gaze out the window. The vast, starry void gazed back at him.

                Surely, that amulet had to be out there somewhere.

                What threat could possibly be out there that warranted the amulet’s departure? Earth hadn’t exactly had the most peaceful couple of centuries in its absence.

                “Permission to enter?” a voice asked

                “Permission granted.”

                The ship’s doctor entered the ready room, her arms full of PADDS that she unceremoniously laid down on the table. Their screens flickered with many tiny lines of words that Merlin didn’t feel like reading at the moment – but would be required to eventually.

                “So, Mister-Captain, how goes the mystical quest for the amulet?”

                The woman’s smirk made Merlin scowl.

                “Shut up, Morgana.”

                She stuck out her tongue and cackled. It’d been a very, very long time since they’d fought. Yet, she insisted on pestering him into the distant future. She could be using her powers to help him find the amulet, but she insisted on using them to heal the various morons who worked on this ship.

                Tossing her blonde tresses over her shoulder, Morgana stood beside him and gazed out the window.

                “You know, I’m rather proud of them.”

                “What? Who?”

                “Them!” she waved her hand towards the door, towards the rest of the ship.

                Her hand had long since been replaced with a fancy, electronic model. It had more bits and bobs to it than Merlin could wrap his head around. It was an entire alchemy lab encased in a single wrist.

                “The humans really did a bang-up job, didn’t they.”

                “Yes, I suppose so.”

                “Quite smashing.”

                “Morgana, I plead you – why are you bothering me?”

                “I know where to find the amulet.”

                Stumbling back out of the chair, Merlin stood fully upright and glared into her eyes. Had she known this the whole time? It’d been centuries! How had she –

                Her green eyes rolled back into her head, and she held a hand, her good one.

                “We just need to find where the fighting is.”

                Glancing towards the pile of PADDS on the table, Merlin wondered if her work was finally getting to her head. She’d always been a few stones shy of a troll, but even this was getting weird by her standards.

                Wait, the PADDS. They were filled with articles on sunlight, skin sensitivity, and… realization suddenly washed over him, and he relaxed.

                “You mean, find what creatures are affected by sunlight-“

         “- and we’ll find the sword of daylight, yes.” Morgana finished his sentence.

                Sinking back into the chair, he rubbed his hand over his face. All of this work had better be worth it.