#Help a fellow Trekkie out

[mistylacrimosa]

Trekkies of Tumblr I need your help!

Long time Trekkie here,I've never watched DS9 and well,now is the time (I'm doing a massive star trek rewatch,I've decided to watch everything star trek-by release date)

The problem is,DS9 is just SO BORING...the characters are interesting and I can see the appeal changing settings... but still,I'm in the middle of the first season and it's kind of a borefest (sorry). Does it get better? -I'm determined to suffer through it if it doesn't (completionist here) I just hope I don't have to.

[rhaenella]

ST: Picard Season 3 — Behind The Scenes

The DVD/Blu-ray comes out in less than two weeks (September 5th) and to say that I am HUNGRY for new content is the understatement of the year.

I really need those audio commentaries guys. However since I don’t live in the US, I’m hereby humbly asking anyone who comes across any links to some deleted scenes etc online to please just let me know… Help your fellow European trekkies out people, at least until we can buy the DVD/Blu-ray ourselves in two months (!!!!) and watch it legally — which we will, promise

But in any case, until then we’ve got these precious bts shots

[rabbitcruiser]

Live Long And Prosper Day

Knock, knock. Who’s there? Spock. Spock who? Spock-tacular to meet a fellow Star Trek fan!

Starting with a Spock joke seems an appropriate kick-off to National Live Long And Prosper Day! Spend the day taking a virtual galactic journey honoring Leonard Nimoy – forever Spock to legions of loyal Trekkies.

Add a dash of Vulcan logic and a sprinkle of charm in all you do. So throw your fingers up in a Vulcan salute. It’s a celebration of Leonard Nimoy’s birthday!

How to Celebrate Live Long And Prosper Day

It’s only logical to celebrate Live Long And Prosper Day. Here are some ideas to channel your inner Vulcan.

Practice Vulcan Yoga

Begin your Live Long and Prosper Day with Vulcan Yoga. Find your inner Vulan and dedicate a yogic routine that marries earthly tranquility and Vulcan logic. Imagine yourself on the serene landscapes of Vulcan as you move through your daily yoga poses. Add a cosmic twist by incorporating the Vulcan salute into poses like the Warrior or Tree pose.

This logical combination will be a union of mind, body, and the infinite expanse of space. Vulcan Yoga will help you live long. But it will also support your harmonious alignment with the universe.

Intergalactic Cuisine

Can you cook with the same logic as a Vulcan? Transform your kitchen into a galley of starship. Explore plant-based recipes inspired by your favorite Vulcan’s respect for all life forms.

Start with a traditional Vulcan Plomeek soup, known for its restorative properties. You might also whip up a dish that combines earthly ingredients with a touch of Vulcan flair.

Remember that Vulcans value logic. So you must stir up nutritious, balanced meals that would make Spock proud.

Have a Star Trek Marathon Viewing

Call up your Trekkie buddies and have a “Star Trek” movie marathon. It will be a treat to binge watch the crew’s adventures aboard the Starship Enterprise. Start by streaming the classic series you love.

Then, show some of the more recent movies or series. It’s interesting to observe the metamorphosis of the series with a logical mind. Don’t forget to serve your friends some thematic snacks!

Learn to Say a Few Words in Vulcan

Learn more about Spock’s culture. Live Long And Proper Day is the best day to learn a few Vulcan words. Start with the iconic greeting, “Dif-tor heh smusma” (Live long and prosper). Master the pronunciation, then move on to other phrases that reflect Vulcan philosophy.

You can find YouTube videos that teach you to speak Vulcan. You’ll also find a few phone apps to help you master the language. The next time you see your Trekkie friends, be sure to bust out your new skills! You will surely make an impression.

Space Crafts

Unleash your creativity with Star Trek-themed crafts. Construct some perfectly pointed Vulcan ears using simple materials. Or purchase and assemble a model of the USS Enterprise.

You can adapt your most creative ideas to suit all ages. Display your creations on your social media pages. Use the hashtag #LiveLongAndProsperDay

Stargaze on Live Long And Prosper Day

It’s only logical that one would explore the skies on Live Long And Prosper Day. In the name of Leonard Nimoy, cap off your fun with a night of stargazing. Viewing the night sky allows you to contemplate the vastness of space.

It also helps you think about our place within it. Use a telescope if you have one. Or, simply stare off at the stars with your naked eye. You might even want to identify constellations or planets. As you gaze, consider the wonder of the universe, much like Spock and the Star Trek crew.

Community Service

Do a few hours of community service, in the spirit of the United Federation of Planets.. Spock’s belief in the greater good and serving others is a cornerstone of Vulcan philosophy. So when you spend time serving your community, you will honor Spock’s legacy.

History of Live Long And Prosper Day

The concept of Live Long And Prosper Day comes out of the iconic “Star Trek” series. Spock made his first step into the hearts of television audiences in the show’s 1965 pilot. Leonard Nimoy, the legendary Spock, first used the Vulcan salute as a symbol of good wishes and prosperity in 1967.

The catchphrase, “Live long and prosper,” lives on decades later.

Nimoy, inspired by a gesture from his Jewish heritage, created the now-famous hand salute that quickly gained widespread use, recognized across language barriers.

So, just how popular did this catchphrase become? So much so that it gained a spot as an emoji in the Unicode Standard in June of 2014.

After Nimoy’s departure for the next galaxy in 2015, Matt McCarthy established Live Long and Prosper Day. The day honors Nimoy’s lasting message of peace.

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[the-mouse-in-the-library]

My fellows Trekkies, is there anyone who can help me out with the IDIC translation in Vulcan? I'd love to get a tattoo of it.

From what I've seen this seems to be correct, but I'm paranoid and I would like to know if anyone has any feedback?

[section-69]

Okay Destination Trek notes! First here's what I really liked:

- Everything was SAG compliant and there was so much important strike talk. Obvs this made some questions impossible to answer, and it was slightly hard to predict what would be wrong to say just since different actors had different comfort levels (big range from "I support my comrades but I'm not gonna pretend I'm not in Star Trek" from David Ajala to J G Hertzler encouraging us to threaten media executives with [COPYRIGHTED SPACE WEAPON] to Terry Farrell not wanting to mention working on TV or film at all), but honestly it just made the whole thing really friendly

- on that note, multiple guests said it was the best convention they'd been to in years. I don't have a lot of personal experience with them, but I was talking to a lot of older fans and many of them said this felt a lot like the early days of conventions which were also set in hotels

- being in a hotel made it a) more accessible (and there were So Many fellow disabled Trekkies to prove it!!), b) easier to hang out between activities, and c) just super personable. The guests could hang out in the bar with the fans, there were lots of comfy seats everywhere, and it was very easy to step away if something wasn't your speed.

- not being in London helps the vibes too

- not being Paramount affiliated made the tickets a bit cheaper (much appreciated)

- most of the activities were teamwork focussed. Initially I was a little freaked by that but actually it gave the whole thing a friendly social club vibe

- science talks! Community talks! Asking the actors questions about their lives and work outside of what they're most famous for! Stories we haven't all heard a thousand times!

- I'll make another post about the specifics of accessibility and why I liked this infinitely more than the official ones in London aircraft hangars, but I just really have to stress how important I found that here

- being fan organised and fan led, the focus was on us and how much we love this shit. I didn't find the old format Bad in this respect, but this really did hit different

- J G Hertzler is seriously the coolest person I've met. He stole my craft group's batleth and we couldn't be happier about it.

- So Many Cool Cosplays!!! Shout out especially to the drag queens, the older man cosplaying Admiral Janeway, the Voyage Home Spock and inflatable whale, the power chair decked out to look like a shuttle, all the babies in uniform, the tribble queen in her tribble pelt dress, all the Klingons who didn't artificially darken their skin, the furry doctor from lower decks, all of the Borg, the Klingon pug with a plush batleth, and so so many others I'm forgetting ❤️🖖❤️

Notes for Future Cons

- If you don't already have access to it because of an expensive ticket, I wouldn't bother paying for the opening ceremony. It's not actually at the start of the event and also it's literally just the actors coming on stage, saying hi, then rushing back to the autograph tables. Do go to the closing ceremony though! There's way more of a point to those

- If you're not a huge extrovert, already drunk, or completely happy in awkward situations, I wouldn't recommend being the first in the door at the parties. Give it an hour or so - they sounded very lively later on, but when I tried to go in earlier the primary school disco vibes were off the charts. Plus the music's too loud to actually talk to anyone, and no one's dancing yet. I did see one guy run past with a portable charger for his friend in a wheelchair that lost power on the dance floor though, so clearly they got cooler later on lol. Addendum here that I'm an autistic non drinker so that might colour things.

- to the white folks darkening their skin for generic Klingon cosplays, reconsider that one next year

- to the white guy wearing brown face paint to cosplay Worf specifically, what the fuck, man??

- to the person who boo'd the mention of Julian/Garak at the LGBTQ+ panel, fight me but also maybe skip whatever the equivalent is next year cause Andy Robinson's booked to come

- host mocked Scottish accents a couple times :(

- here's hoping the unions will have their demands met and we'll be able to talk about Star Trek publicly with actors who can access healthcare and pay their rent. But if not, at least we know the con will still be fun.

- maybe see you in Blackpool next July 💙

[coffee-in-that-nebula]

Hey, sorry if that’s weird but what was your thought process for creating that Spirk - eeaao post? I love the movie and the post itself broke me. 👀 I mean how did you make the connection between the pairing and the quote? Also are you from Europe?? Most Trekkies seem to be American so that’s exciting on its own!!! I’m from France!

Hey, cherry jam (gimme some)!

Your ask is not weird at all! Sorry it took me forever to answer, but work projects have been insane and I've barely been on Tumblr! 😊

So, I love both Spirk and 'Everything Everywhere All At Once'. This movie is everything to me, and I think of it a lot. Also, keep in mind that I'm both romantic and heartbroken - it's gonna be useful.

Anyway, this scene MADE ME GASP. Like, wtf was that even??? And I think it summarizes perfectly what this movie is all about: we can end up having everything we dream about (you name it: career, money, popularity) but in reality, we have nothing if that one person is not there. On the other hand, your life might be full of struggles, but if love exists in your life, then you have it all. Do I buy this concept? I ABSOLUTELY DO. I am actually a slut for it.

The quote made me think immediately of two pairings: Janeway x Chakotay and Spock x Kirk - mind you, these are the only two trek pairings I've given much thought and energy to (basic bitch alert). But it felt that it's completely appropriate for Spirk.

You know, have you ever felt so connected to someone that you thought that even if things don't end up well between you two, YOU KNOW DEEP IN YOUR HEART that in another universe, damn, in every fucking universe, you'd still want to meet them, fall in love with them (or befriend them if we talk a platonic concept), and be by their side hoping that in that parallel universe things would just work out? Well, I told you I'm romantic and this is what Spirk represents for me. The deep knowing that these two would be there for each other and would find their lives entangled in every possible universe. The outcome? Well, aren't the outcomes limitless anyway? Who knows? I think this just makes it both fun and heartbreaking.

Also, I love the idea of parallel universes. I work on a story (voyager) with that concept but I take it slowly because I don't wanna do it nasty LOL.

I'm European I guess. I'm Greek, so I also feel Balkan. LOL. HI, FELLOW EUROPEAN TREKKIE! I also feel there are not too many, but I know one more Greek and two Germans for sure!

The french Eurovision song jidovjsidjajoidajdalkudjoaipjfhoajdka. OWNS ME.

Anyway, I'm sorry I wrote so much. I hope I helped you understand my perspective.

The scene

My spirk post

[weerd1]

ENT Rewatch Starlog, 13 January, 2024: Episode 3.01 “The Xindi”

A council of diverse aliens meet and as they talk we realize each of them is a variant of the race known as Xindi: Aquatics like whales, Reptilian, Insectoid, Arboreal like sloths, and a very Humanoid variant. They are aware the NX-01 has entered the Delphic Expanse but are divided on what action to take.

Meanwhile, six weeks into the Expanse, the NX-01 has a lead on who the Xindi might be. Phlox has tested the recovered corpse from the attack on Earth and determined it is a reptilian biped. Archer (with a new haircut) has a lead that there might be a Xindi at a nearby mining outpost, and they are going to find out. Some weirdness though, as gravitational anomalies are already manifesting on some decks.

Phlox is also busy trying to relieve some of the crew’s tensions, and specifically Tucker’s in ability to sleep since losing his sister. He suggests to T’Pol (with a new haircut and apparently a civilian advisor jumpsuit) that Trip might be a candidate for Vulcan neuro-pressure therapy to help him sleep. He admits to T’Pol  it will likely take some subterfuge to get Tucker to participate. 

Archer goes down to the mining colony to find the foreman there more than a little shifty.

The foreman gives Archer a finger from one of the miners so Phlox can verify that it is Xindi. Phlox does so, but notices that there are different genetic markers- same planet of origin, but a humanoid species rather than the reptilian they have. Archer takes Trip to go interview the miner, whom they discover is Xindi, but also a slave…when Archer can’t get out and Enterprise notices there are warships coming they realize they’re about to join the workforce whether they like it or not. Reed, grudgingly, leads a team of MACOs (Military Assault Command Operations) to the planet to free Archer and Trip. The Xindi miner offers to tell them where the Xindi homeworld is if they take him as well.

In the escape, the miner is fatally injured, but gives Phlox the coordinates.

Meanwhile, Phlox gets Trip to go to T’Pol’s quarters and he thinks she’s being pretty flirty (i mean, she gets topless) and calling it “neuro-pressure.” She scoffs at the idea of being sexually forward and he grudgingly agrees to try it out.

Enterprise arrives at the coordinates the Xindi gave them to find the world was reduced to rubble a century earlier. They may know where the Xindi came from, but not where they are. They set course to delve deeper into the Delphic Expanse.

We see the Xindi council again, and despite efforts to unify, the Insectoid representative is quite clear their faction will act unilaterally to destroy the Earth ship if necessary.

A well paced episode, that I think suffers a little but from showing its hand early on the Xindi.  It might have been neat as the viewer to find out as the NX-01 crew does that the Xindi are multiple species, but with two scenes in the Xindi council, we don’t quite get the opportunity to slowly learn more about them, which is a missed opportunity in a prequel when we Trekkies thought we knew everything about that time period. The tension between Malcolm and the MACOs is well presented (and nicely contrasted with a scene where Hoshi has a pleasant lunch with them I didn’t mention above- shame on me; it works well to show the two sides of characters that could just be a military trope). It does beg discussion on the idea regarding whether Starfleet, a rank-based, regulation-driven hierarchical armed force responsible for protecting the welfare and sovereignty of its government should be casting aspersions against the military MACOs. I’ve had this debate many times with fellow Trekkies, and I just don’t see how Starfleet ISN’T a military. Yes, they have exploratory and humanitarian missions; so does the United States Military. 

It’s interesting to watch Phlox here knowing as we do where the Trip/T’Pol relationship is going.  It really feels like he’s playing matchmaker under the guise of seeking therapy for Trip. B&B-Skeeziness coming through, or should be be grateful to the character for giving us an iconic Trek OTP?  You be the judge. The script though certainly channels some skeezy as we once again find an opportunity to get Jolene Blalock’s clothes off.  

Last two points: Nice to see Stephen McHattie, whom we previously saw as Romulan Senator Vreenak in memes about fakes and Deep Space Nine as the disturbingly creepy foreman, and sure enough, just when we got used to Faith of the Heart, they decide we need to speed up the  rhythm.  Perhaps because I was expecting it, it didn’t bother me as much as it did back in the day.  The first two seasons’ version for the win though.  

Next Voyage: The NX-01 finds more weird space in the Delphic Expanse as they encounter another “Anomaly.”  

(Images downloaded from @trekcore and I am happy to remove them at their request.)

[stardewremixed]

More random Halloween headcanon

Olivia would make a kickass Jessica Rabbit. That glittery red dress would look stunning on her. 💃

Robin could pull off the Rosie the ariveter. Freaks Demetrius out. Embarrasses Maru. Seb wouldn't care. Just another day in the Valley with his weird mom swinging her ax. 💪

Harvey is a bit of a Trekkie. Has a uniform he pulls out at Halloween. Oh Doc Bones. Laughs halfway through his line. Damn it, Maru, I'm a doctor not a rocket scientist. 🦴

Caroline is a bit of a prankster on Spirit's Eve. A sugary spider in the orange Jello, anyone? 🕸

Pierre hates the holiday, but it's a great way to make money. All the pumpkin and candy sales. Abigail calls her dad a grinch. Wrong holiday, sweetheart. 😁

Elliott would make a dashing swashbuckling pirate. Complete with an eye patch borrowed from Marlon, a sword borrowed from Lance, the 18th century tricorn borrowed from Willy, and the parrot 🦜 from Emily.

Willy dusted off the old Sherlock Holmes outfit. A good excuse to smoke his pipe. Plus he's solved a mystery or two at sea, and reading Sir Arthur Conan Doyle helped pass the time. 🕵️‍♂️

Marlon doesn't really like dressing up, but he does it for the kids. Jas especially lights up when he arrives with his purple glowing orb. , Fortunes abound. It brings a smile to Marnie's face too. 🔮

Lance can't go as an Adventurer. It would be too obvious. Instead he cosplays another famous Arthur - a king from Camelot. The Round Table does sound ideal. Plus he hopes to tempt a pretty townsperson to play his Guinevere. 👑

Morris drunkenly crashes the festival, dressed as Daddy Warbucks. 💰 🤑 💸 Bald is not a good look on you, dude.

(Somehow I headcanon Claire as his neice. She was attending as Marian the Librarian from the Music Man musical. And she is beyond embarrassed when her uncle shows up). 📖

Gus came as a cowboy and rides to the rescue, offers to drive Morris home. 🤠

Sam and Shane, fellow Joja buddies, both try to make a distraught Claire feel better, after they find her hiding out on the beach. Well really Sam with his quips and Shane smoking and leaning against the rocks, offering to TP Morris' home nonchalantly. 🧻

Penny makes an amazing Amelia Earhart. Famous pilot who disappeared over the ocean somewhere. Cute coiffed curls peeping out from her aviator cap. Random aviation facts gathered from her library research. Harvey is smitten. 🛬

Clint wants to impress Emily. He goes as the Karate Kid. 🥋 Nearly gets wiped out during Marlon and Gil's annual demonstration.

Gunther tries juggling. He keeps dropping the ball. Everyone appreciates the effort. 🤹

Leah makes an appearance as Diana, alter ego Wonder Woman. She looks incredible in leather. Alex is drooling. He can't believe he's never noticed her before. 🦸‍♀️

[izzyhandsonthosetiddies]

Sorry to be pushy guys, but this is super important to me and it's super important that the petition get signed! Don't forget that there wouldn't even be star trek today without fans fighting for the show! (And also Lucille Ball my beloved) so please please please consider helping out a fellow Trekkie with another fandom they deeply love!

Hello my dear friends. I know this is a star trek blog, and I know you're probably following me for star trek content (don't think I've forgotten about my yearly tradition of making silly valentines just because I've been less active here) but i have a request.

As fandom people, you know that interests come in waves, but they never leave. They burrow into your heart and make a home there, where you cherish them and the interests come and go. My star trek interest has never left and still clings tightly.

That being said, I do currently have a show that has dug so deeply into my heart it's made me feel happy again. This show has made me feel, almost all my depression and burnout and the terrible things I've been through just in the past couple years, that I'm not alone, and that there's more in life. It doesn't always come immediately, and you don't have to be amazing young. Not to mention, this show has shown me that your found family, your crew, are some of the most important people in your life and you should care for them as well as you can.

If you caught on already, then you probably know what I'm going to ask. But if you haven't, the show I'm talking about is Our Flag Means Death. I know the Star Trek fandom understands found family and representation so much. Especially my ds9 fam out there (sending you all my love.)

So a few days ago, it was announced that Our Flag Means Death has been cancelled and it wouldn't be getting a third season (if you haven't seen the show I cannot recommend it enough.) As someone who watches season 2 and saw the signs of it getting cancelled, at first I was resigned and kind of hurt. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized just how hurt I was and how unfair it is for MAX to cancel one of the most meaningful things in my life and not allow them to finish out their stories.

For the first time in my life, I was no longer scared of what people thought of me and how I posted, and what I talked about. I'm no longer scared if my family finds out how much I love an undeniably and unforgivingly queer show full of love and representation. And I set to work.

For the past few days I have been working non-stop in my spare time, reblogging posts on the site, signing the petition, emailing HBO MAXand Zaslov, posting on Instagram, sharing as many things as I can, reviewing the show on sites, constantly nagging MAX on social media, and even telling people I know about it to rally them into the fight. I even made a Twitter account today in an attempt to try and make my voice heard more.

For the first time in my life I have found something to fight for. That's why I'm here today. To all my followers, and the people in the Star Trek fandom, who know what it's like to long for representation, who knows what it's like to have your favorite show cancelled. To anyone who sees this. I'm asking you to please sign the petition.

This show was already on the verge of renewal, they had started casting calls in New Zealand. And last minute MAX cut the chord. So for those of you out there who see this, I'm asking to please sign the petition and share this post. The Star Trek fandom has always meant so much to me, and that's why I'm reaching out to you all now.

Thank you for your time, live long and prosper.

[strawwritesfic]

Kelvin!Pavel Chekov x Ensign!Reader: Room

Summary: Help is on the way!

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All

Challenge: "160 Collective Drabbles" challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.      

Notes: I don’t write out accents. Also, I wrote this after having only seen Star Trek (2009) and Into Darkness. I have tried to make some corrections now that I’ve become a true Trekkie, but it’s still not going to mesh perfectly with any universe.

Room

You began your studies at Star Fleet Academy at a very young age--far from the youngest student ever, but still much younger than the majority of your peers. Studying and learning came naturally to you (especially since there weren’t many students interested in socializing with you). By the end of your second term, there was a bit of kerfuffle over which career path you should take. Just about any had been open to you…except navigation. It became clear from your first day onward that you couldn’t find your way out of a dead-end transporter room with directions.

You’d missed your entire first day at the Academy by accidentally leaving the state. You only arrived at graduation just in time, having inadvertently ended up at a local high school’s. And now it was happening again: Your very first evening on the Enterprise, and you didn’t know up from down.

Wherever you were, it could not be the right place. Your blue uniform was almost entirely washed away in a sea of red and yellow. The few fellow pinpricks of blue you spotted did not respond to your calls for help. Trying to follow them just got you more lost than ever.

After nearly an hour of aimless wandering, you started to get a little more than panicked. Your first shift didn’t start until the next morning, but how were you supposed to tell when the next morning arrived? At this rate, you were never even going to find your room. You were going to end up lost for five whole years. They’d find your decomposing body while cleaning the ship when it returned!

Fear was the enemy of concentration, but by then you didn’t care. You’d ended up in some hallway that remained empty, save for when some of the engineers sped past with a piece of heavy machinery. As the third such group in so many minutes passed, you seriously considered throwing yourself into their path so as to avoid the shame of never showing up for work. They were gone before you could.

You had no other options, then. You found a wall, sat against it, and then blanked out. For how long, you didn’t really know. The point of the exercise was to disconnect long enough to remain unaffected by your situation. Before you could really get that far, however, someone woke you up by roughly shaking your shoulder.

“Huh? What? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be late!” you squeaked as your eyes flew open.

Crouching before you and looking slightly concerned was a young man about your age with thick curly hair and a shirt in Command Gold.

“Are you okay?” he asked in such a thick Russian accent that you almost didn’t think to listen to his next question: “Why are you crying in the hallway?”

Crying? You had meant to stop your crying, but when you lifted your wrist to your cheek, it was indeed wet. “I…I…I…”

His smooth brow crinkled with concern; you felt his fingers contract around your shoulder. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

“No!” you blurted, then had to pause for the rush of relief you felt after managing to complete a sentence, one word though it might have been. The young man blinked. You could feel the heat finally fading from your cheeks. “I’m just…lost.”

“Lost?” he repeated.

Was that a question or was he just echoing the sound? It seemed to you as though he could speak English perfectly well. Not to mention that he didn’t look like he’d grown up on some backwater planet that would require several updates to the Universal Translator for the two of you to communicate. Whatever the problem, he was the first friendly face you’d seen, and he was close enough in age to you (at least in appearance) that maybe he would help you instead of mock you.

“I can’t find my room.” The words sort of chipped out of you, slow and splintered. People were used to you succeeding and excelling; admitting your drastic lack of direction always made you feel embarrassed.

The man nodded his head once and gestured for you to continue. “Where is it?”

“Where is what?” If you knew where your bedroom was, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

“What section is your room in?” he said slowly, as though English was your second language.

“I, uh…” Your fingers scrambled through the front pocket of your bag–more for something to take your mind off your nerves than anything else. You’d long since memorized the actual number. Still, you pulled out the scrap of paper and rattled off, “D950-29.”

You expected him to point you in the right direction (which wouldn’t help at all) and then leave. What you got instead was an immediate change of expression. He beamed, moved his hand to yours, and, before you could so much as ask what he was so pleased about, yanked you to your feet and took off running with his vice-grip still around your fingers.

“I can do that!” he shouted over his shoulder, as though that explained what in the world was going on.

All you could do was slip and skid after him while clutching your bag with all of your might. Soon you’d made it back to the more populated area. The workers dove this way and that in a mad attempt to get out of your way. A few even called after you, wanting to know just what it was you thought you were doing.

“S-Sorry!” you cried back, but by then you were always too far away for them to hear.

The young man led you though four different sectors and five turbolifts, barely pausing for breaks even in the latter. Your legs burned and your lungs ached; you couldn’t catch your breath long enough to ask what was going on. You were just beginning to regret asking for help (sort of…he’d really done it all on his own) when he came to a very sudden halt. The prior momentum he had going sent you several steps past him, but he graciously brought you to a stop before releasing your hand at last.

Still puffing and huffing, it took you a few minutes to finally look up and gather your surroundings. When you did, you realized that you were nowhere near where you’d been ten minutes before. The boy, looking much less out of breath than you were, grinned and threw his arm out toward a marker beside the door.

“D950-29!” he exclaimed.

Hardly daring to believe it, you looked from the now-sweaty paper in your hand to the room’s sign and back again. Sure enough, they matched. “How did you–”

“Ensign Pavel Chekov.” He thrust his hand out toward you, and you took it without thinking. “Tactical officer and navigator.”

Tactical officer? At his age? Forget what everyone was always saying about you. Ensign Chekov was really something. In fact, you were a little star-struck and could only manage staring at him as you introduced yourself.

He did not seem to notice. All he did was smile again in response, and patted your shoulder. “Will you be okay now? No more crying in the halls?”

“I…” You swallowed, really wishing that you could achieve saying something that didn’t make you look like a first-class idiot in front of him. “Yes. And no. I mean–no more crying in the hallways. Until tomorrow, when I get lost again.”

“I will have someone come help you. Your shift starts at 0600, yes?”

“Yes, but–”

Ensign Chekov watched you expectantly, but the next bit of your sentence wouldn’t come. As much you wanted to reject the offer, you wanted more not to have a repeat of this incident in less than twenty-four hours. The last thing you needed was to become known as “that ensign that always loses their way.”

So, instead of speaking, you screwed up your courage long enough to peck him on the cheek. “Thank you so much.”

You darted through the nearby door before you could see his reaction. The kiss had been meant as a polite gesture, but what if he thought you were insubordinate? Thirty seconds passed before you could bring yourself to stand on your tiptoes and peek out the peephole. When you did, Ensign Chekov was walking away, but you saw him–just once–turn around to look back, with yet another smile on his face.

[lscore]

Fuck you, Sudowrite

I know it's been crickets on my stuff for a while, so you may not notice, but I've locked all my fics to be viewable to registered AO3 users only. I'm sorry to do this, because I love all my guest readers and commentors and kudoers, but you can blame the so-called company in the title.

In short, some shit for brains AI thingy decided to scrap AO3 to develop a "writing assistant". And I'm furious about it. I'm actually incandescent about this. Like literally probably powering a small country angry. And it may seem ironic, because like fanfiction - really? We "steal" from copyright holders all the damn time; characters, settings, tropes, plot devices, blahblah - that's the nature of fanfiction

And you'd be absolutely right. The only thing I "own" in all these hours of work, pages of plotting, six years, and 277,921 words (that I'll own up to on this account) are just that. The specific order of letters and spaces and punctuation that have somehow come out of my fingers and become a coherent story. That's it. That's all I have.

I can't sell that. Because, you know, I "stole" everything else. And I'm okay with that; I don't write fanfiction to get paid, I write fanfiction for myself, to spread the joy, and to entertain and connect with fellow fans around the world. That's the beauty of fandom and the internet.

But the words are mine.

It makes me physically sick to see someone take the words I have put together, word by painstaking word, and steal it to try to sell it as some sick fuck "helping writers get past their writers block" noble bullshit. Bullshit. Fuck off.

And no, it's not the same damn thing as someone reading my fic, learning from it, and then going off to write their own book to sell. That's not what's happening here. Someone is writing their own book by keeping one of my own fics on file and copying and pasting little bits of whatever they want.

And they're charging for that.

So if you're paying for that plagiarism that to get past your writer's block... uh, again, fuck you. Go read a book or touch grass or something.

I'm sure the @OTW will hash out the legalities of the issue; that's not what we're talking about here. Something can be legal and still be abhorred. Because this is a gross violation of the gift economy fic writers and readers have participated in since the first trekkie conventions. I feel used, and like I said before, angry. Incandescently so.

So as a closing statement, I got none, except, uh Fuck you Sudowrite and James Yu the CEO in particular. I hope Marvel and BTS decide you're selling child porn of their IPs for 6c per 4000 words or whatever in a court of law.

[sl-walker]

Hi! This is Cordelia, I just scrolled down and realized you'd done the WIP thing already XD I would love to hear more about Churchill? Somehow I doubt that is SW and I am intrigued.

LOL! You're right! It's Star Trek, part of the Arc of the Wolf; given this whole story arc has been in the works since October 2001, I know the various eras and often end up jumping back and forth across the timeline, filling it in piecemeal as it comes to me.

This story of that particular era takes place on the USS Churchill, an old science vessel manned by, basically, everyone considered unsuited for war (this is during a war!). Mostly scientists, and a troublemaker or two. (Hi Scotty.)

I started writing this tale in 2008, added to it in 2013, am picking at it again now in 2022. Like-- this storyline is absolutely a labor of love. The whole arc. It's not popular, hardly anyone reads it (though the one novel in it is on TVTropes recs, which is kinda cool), but I still consider it kind of my magnum opus.

Anyway, here's a scene from the story that makes me smile because there's a meta joke for Trekkies involved in it, and because I just generally love the interplay there and the characters:

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Vanguard was the type of fellow who had mellowed with age, but hadn't actually gotten any older. He wasn't anyone's mentor, he wasn't anyone's father figure, he was just a mellow guy with wrinkles and gray hair who could cut loose on shore leave with the best of them. Onboard ship, of course, he was mostly professional. But he was still the kind of person who it was easy to get along with and admire, without a ton of that 'respect your elders' requirement.

But today, he looked a little too old. "I don't like this at all."

It was no shock to Scotty that M'rill had let Vanguard in on this like he had let Corry in on it. It was really the only sensible thing to do. The division head onboard could probably provide at least some invaluable help in coordinating.

"None of us do, sir," Scott replied, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He was in a bit of a mood, really. Partly because he knew that he still wanted to get fierce, and the only person he knew who would get fierce back without either of them hurting one another wasn't available. "But maybe we can figure out some way to make it a wee bit less suicidal."

Vanguard was about to reply when Corry stormed in.

Think of the devil, Scotty commented, mentally, but it was a little worried and undeniably affectionate, too.

"He's a goddamn nutjob," Corry said, without any kind of warning, and without bothering to restrain himself in front of his commanding officer. "A suicidal nutjob, too! I'm starting to really wonder what the hell kind of people they turn out in the security division."

"Nicky is security," M'rill said, not fazed by Corry's agitated pacing.

He shot her a look but bit back any retorts. "Yes, M'rill, I know that. But the commanders? This commander? I can't even believe that he's ready to go through with this mission, and without any kind of backups for two key personnel!"

"He doesn't think we're key," Scotty said, just watching. Corry had the longest fuse of any man he knew, but once that fuse burned out, even Scotty thought twice before getting inside the blast radius. "He's only takin' us as a precaution. In his head, I'm pretty sure he thinks security is the end all and be all o' the service and can handle it just fine."

"That's moronic," Corry snapped back. Not at Scott, but at the idea.

"No denyin' that. But we still don't have any other choices but to go through with it."

Corry spun on him. "How exactly can you be so casual about this? God, he wants to take you guys on a foray into a biological hotbed, into enemy territory to infiltrate a base that may not even be there, and you're perfectly fine with that?!"

"No, but I don't see the point in gettin' worked up about it, either!"

"Here they go," Vanguard commented to M'rill, who looked a little worried. "Damn shame we don't have some popcorn." When both Corry and Scotty paused to give him a look, Vanguard just shrugged.

Only slightly subdued by the comment from the peanut gallery, Corry huffed out a breath. "There has to be some way out of this. Some... answer or something."

"If ye've got any workable theories, I'm all ears."

There was a long silence, then Corry asked suddenly, “Modulate a subspace beacon to punch through the shield so we can get a transporter lock if we need to?”

“The enemy will detect it,” Vanguard answered, before Scotty got a chance to.

“And we’d have to hang around long enough to get the right settings, too,” Scotty added.  “Which we can’t do, else we’d end up bein’ scanned from the surface.”

Corry frowned, and started pacing.  “Have a second landing party outside of the shielded area for backup?”

“Too much risk,” M’rill said.

Corry gave her a sour look, but he didn’t argue.  Scotty just watched; he could see Corry scrambling around in his head, searching for some kind of a solution.

The only problem was that Scotty had already gone over just about every possible solution himself.  They couldn’t take any high powered devices down to the surface.  Even the phaser rifles were shielded to avoid detection.  They were taking a subspace jammer, but the power source for it was inside of a likewise shielded case and wouldn’t be used until they were actually ready to commence the operation.

Nothing in the battle plan allowed for communications with the Churchill.  Nothing in the plan even allowed for the Churchill to be inside of communications range, let alone transporter range.  The time frame for the mission itself was tight -- too tight, in Scotty’s opinion -- and the potential for things going wrong was high.  The sanest answer to the whole damned mess was to wait until a specialized ship and crew could come and deal with this.

And that was already out.

“Okay, here’s what we can do: We can set up a decoy shuttle.  Send a subspace beacon with you, with a shielded power supply, and then the shuttle can send out a fake distress call, which would let you activate the subspace beacon, because they’ll be so busy looking at the shuttle, and if you time it to one of OS-4 Alpha’s thunderstorms, it’ll mask the beacon--”  Corry trailed off.  “What?”

M’rill, Vanguard and Scotty all had their eyebrows up.

Corry sighed, throwing his hands into the air.  “Fine.  We’ll just bounce a graviton beam off of the main deflector array.  That’ll fix it.”

Somehow, completely at odds with the fact they were discussing what could possibly be a suicide mission, Scotty cracked up.

[shyravenns]

hi!! Your art is beautiful and amazing and awesome, just a super quick friendly note though: there's been a lot of talk within the fandom about how colouring Spock green(including blushing) has a lot of antisemitic connotations. As I'm not Jewish myself, I'm obviously not an expert on this, but there's been a lot of great posts made by our lovely Jewish fellow trekkies that explain it in really helpful, eloquent ways, if you want to check them out. Anyway, hope you're having a nice day, thank you :)

Hey Anon <3

first of all, ty for letting me know. I've been aware of the situation about coloring Spock green for a long time. I try to give Spock something similar to an olive skin tone (bc coloring him neon green makes literally no sense), but I do give him green blush. I'd love to hear from jewish trekkies about it, and I'm always willing to change whatever I need too to make y'all feel comfortable.

also thank you for the kind words!!!

[ladyideal]

Trouble In The Air

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 1021

Warnings: Mentions of assault and past abuse, vulgar language, alcohol, it ends as a fluff.

Summary: You confront the ass of an ex.

A/n: um idk. Just yeah. Apparently i can't math so I guess it's only total of 5, which makes this the 3rd one for the day. Unless I'm able to squeeze in a wild card.

(Gif not mine)

"Hello, gorgeous," A voice purred beside you, dropping into the open bar stool beside.

"Jim," You acknowledged without looking up from your glass of whiskey.

He frowned at the lack of energy. "Nervous?"

"A little," You admitted, finally looking over at him. Your ex had been coming around so often, trying to plead you to go back to them. You had caught them numerous times trying to break into the lab you use, and even try to harass you in the hallways. It'd become a nuisance that you asked friends to walk with you at times. 

Of course, once Jim heard of the constant confrontations, he'd decided enough was enough. It was time to put the foot down and end it all, not as a Captain, but as your boyfriend.

"I'll be right here. If they try anything, they'll be shipped to the nearest Federation tomorrow for charges on assault and court martial," He spoke, gently squeezing your shoulders. "You remember what to say if you need help?"

"I yell at the bartender to get me a bourbon on the rocks?" You attempted a weak grin. "I know what to say, J."

"I'll be over there with Bones right there," The blonde indicated at the doctor on the other side of the bar. "I love you."

"Love you too, J. Thanks for having my back."

After a quick kiss, you watched as your boyfriend sat beside his best friend and squared your shoulders. All you needed to say was to tell him to stop making moves on you, and return your stuff after a little bit over a year of ending the relationship.

Here goes nothing. 

"Y/N?" A voice boomed in your left ear, making you cringe. 

"Hi Sam," You squeaked out, ducking out of the way when your ex tried to hug you. Hopping onto the stool next to yours, you noticed that he'd changed his red uniform out in favor of a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Whiskey, neat, thanks," They spoke to the bartender, and turned back to you, sizing you up. "You look good, Y/N. I was surprised when you said you wanted to see me again after you broke up with me. What's the matter? Do you want to go out with me again?"

You took a deep breath. "No, Sam. I asked you to come, so we could talk. I know you're still tailing me wherever I go from the labs, to my room, and even when I go work at the Bridge. Just stop, please, and you still owe me my stuff back."

A swear could be heard from across the bar, and you inwardly smile.

"Oh please, Y/N, you make me laugh," They chuckled, and thanked the bartender with a nod. "Who was the one begging to take you back? Who was the one that keeps forgetting about me? It's always work, work, work with you. Where was me, hm? Tell me."

You flinched at their words, feeling worse than before the more they pointed out your flaws. 

"Sam," You harshly gripped your glass. "Kindly give me my stuff back and then get the fuck out of my life. I don't want to see you ever again."

"Ever again," They slapped their thigh, making you flinch again. "Who's your newest toy? Word going around is that you've found someone new, someone you can suck their cock off."

They made a motion as though to hit you, and you instinctively ducked down, flinching. Past memories of them punching and slapping you out of anger, rolled through again.

"Tell me, Y/N." They demanded, repeating his words. When you didn't answer, their fist flew fast towards your shoulder. Bracing for the impact, you cringed away.

Yet, it never made contact. 

Instead, a furious looking Jim stood beside, hand wrapped around your ex's fist.

"Sam Chancel, you are hereby stripped of rank and duty,and be escorted to the brig to await for the shuttle tomorrow that will transport you to Yorktown. A court martial date will be pending on the charges of assault on your fellow crewman," The Captain spoke through gritted teeth. "Now get out of my sight. Hendroff!"

Three security red shirts immediately appeared behind the now disgraced Lieutenant, who looked between you and Jim. Then they grinned.

"The Captain? Oh my, what have you done to get his attention? Offer to suck his cock to get a better promotion? I knew you were a slut from the beginning."

By now, the entire bar was quiet, and everyone was staring at you and them, perhaps even silently judging. 

"And you, Captain Oh So Mighty Kirk, do you enjoy having seconds? Do you enjoy knowing that you were the rebound guy? How do you like having someone so battered and used? I'll have you know that-."

"Out!" Jim roared over your ex's words, hugging you tightly to him when the tears spilled over.

"Jim, I'll pick up the tab. You go take care of Y/N first," Leonard called once the bar resumed its normal chatter. Some curious glances were thrown your way, but was quickly diverted by Jim's scowl. 

With a nod, he half led, half carried you towards his room. Once you were within the safety and privacy, did you finally peer up at him. 

"I'm sorry I couldn't do it, J. They just- they just- I thought I was strong enough," You hiccupped your way through the apology.

"You have nothing to apologize for, doll. They were the idiot that let you go, and not see your full potential. I'm glad I saw the bruises before it got anymore worse," The blonde pressed a glass of cold water in your hands. "Drink up. It'll help."

Obediently, you drank the water in small sips. "I'm a crybaby. I shouldn't have cried."

"Better out than in, like they say. Tomorrow, they'll be gone, and you'll never have to put up with them anymore. HQ will be notified, and I garuntee they're gonna kick them out of Starfleet. You'll be safe here."

"I'm safe wherever you are, J. Thank you."

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[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

To my fellow Star Trek loving snowbaz peeps, please help if you can!

I'm playing with the idea of a Star Trek Carry On AU, but that's about as far as I've gotten lol. I'm trying to figure out which characters would fit with which Star Trek alien species and the shit they could get up to in the Star Trek universe. Tbh most of my ideas are coming from DS9 cause that's my Star Trek show and I know it the best but I'm happy to hear any concepts from any of the series. Here are my few ideas so far

Simon being some sort of unknown species from an unknown place like Odo. Idk if he'd be goo like Odo, but definitely has some abilities that freak out new people and sets him apart from everyone else. Maybe telepathic combustion?

Baz is up in the air for me. Him practicing to be blank like his father SCREAMS Vulcan or half human/half Vulcan to me but he's canonically too sarcastic and mean to be Vulcan or have been raised by a Vulcan, so idk not sure

Really don't know about Penny or Agatha. Honest have no idea what would fit them best

The Mage would probably be the doctor that found Odo, but I'm not sure if I'd keep him being Simon's father. Maybe he'd just know more than he lets on

I'm thinking Shepherd would either be an over eager human science officer who's really fascinated by other species, or a science loving explorative joined Trill who's past life was kinda bad in some way, which my weird way of working in his canon curse

I def want Margaret around because I inexplicably love Margaret so much

No idea who would be commander/captain, maybe the Mage but I'm open

And that's it lol. If any other fellow Trekkies have ideas I would absolutely love to hear them. Thanks for reading!