#iamstartraveller776

[curator-on-ao3]

9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @iamstartraveller776. ❤️ Thank you so much for tagging me!

Last Song: Crazy for You by Madonna (it’s comfort music)

Favorite Color: green and purple both have my love

Last film/show: still working through (and enjoying) Modern Family

Sweet/savory/spicy: savory! savory! savory!

Last thing I googled: work stuff

Last Book: The Moon is a Harsh Mistress by Robert A. Heinlein

Relationship status: extremely married 💕

Current Obsession(s): I think I’m between obsessions. If anyone has a not-too-time-consuming one to recommend, I’m interested!

Tagging: @emilie786 @elephant-in-the-pride-parade @coffee-in-that-nebula @enterprise-come-in @divinemissem13 @fiadorable @lorcaswhisky @kejsarinna and YOU, if you want to play. 🥳

[jomiddlemarch]

74 for the 5 sentence thingy! Oh, Darklina as always.

“Are you challenging me?” Aleksander asked, his lips close enough to graze hers if he so chose—or if she did. How he could feel so impossibly near and yet that odd remove that the tether conveyed; if she analyzed it for a century, Alina doubted she would understand it.

“Of course, that’s what you want,” she said. She held his gaze, those dark eyes of his so proud, so fond and so dangerous.

“And now I’ll give you what you want,” he replied, his generosity immediately proved, well beyond any of her wildest hopes.

[kmomof4]

Word from your wips: smirk

Thanks for playing, Randi! Sorry it took me so long to answer, I kept forgetting! Oh, man... thanks to the sprint game a couple of weeks ago, I now have SIX official WIPs... 🤦🏻‍♀️😱 I've NEVER had that many before!! Now to see how many you hit!

A Scoundrel... Or a Gentleman- CS fic coming soon, tentative drop date in early May, inspired by Francesca Bridgerton's story.

Alice huffed. “Her dance card will surely be filled by then. You should go now.”

Killian gave her his signature smirk, designed to make her forget whatever she was fixated on at the moment, and set his glass down on a nearby table. 

“Now why would I do that,” he said, gallantly with a deep bow, “when I can dance with you instead?”

Her expression changed quickly to amusement. “You rascal.” But she didn’t protest when he led her out to the floor. 

He knew he’d pay for this tomorrow. The society matrons were already circling him for the kill, and there was nothing they loved better than a rake who doted upon his mother. 

The Arena- Werewolf fic for the @cssns dropping on July 3.

Nothing there

Return to Me- Dracula inspired fic for the @cssns dropping on August 22.

Killian saw red. This man, this Dr. Cassidy, descendent of Malcolm, the man who’d… was attempting to seduce his love.

Her eyes widened as her brow furrowed and her jaw dropped into a stunned “O” of surprise. “Don’t I have a say in the matter?” she queried, her eyes flashing with indignation. If Killian wasn’t so astonished at the revelation of her first name, and furious at Cassidy’s romantic overtures, he would have smirked at the pique on Emma’s lovely face- the very expression that had prompted his affectionate appellation of Swan on his beloved all those years ago. But he stood rooted in the shadows unable to do anything but watch and seethe in helpless fury.

The Risk of Remembering- H/C fic that is at the bottom of the priority list, no matter what @snowbellewells and @jrob64 say...

Nothing... sorry...

The Rescue- fic inspired by the recent daring rescue of a female tractor trailer driver over the Ohio River when involved in an accident.

Nothing again. Sorry.

Killian (Indiana) Jones- a fic inspired by... three guesses and the first two don't count... Raiders of the Lost Ark.

The jungle dripped with humidity as the tall man who was undoubtedly the leader pushed through the next tangle of vines and branches on the way to a cave that held the object of his desire. 

Two men followed him- one plainly nervous, betrayed by the way his gaze darted around the jungle and the small flinches whenever the cries of animals concealed within the greenery reached them. The other was a native, and when the first man stopped for a moment, mopping his sweat covered brow, he approached with a chuckle. 

“Not used to the heat and humidity of Columbia, eh, Dr. Jones? Aren’t you glad you brought me along…” The smug smirk on his face made Dr. Killian Jones roll his eyes in response.

“I’m fine,” he deadpanned, “I can assure you. I’ve been in jungles far worse than this. You just stay close.”

Thanks again for playing, babe!

[cssns]

CSSNS Get to Know Me

Please welcome @iamstartraveller776 to the CSSNS!

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

I've been lurking at the edges of the CS fandom off and on for almost 10 years.

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

I saw the potential between them when Killian tied a bandage around Emma's hand with his teeth and told her that he's always a gentleman. But it was the kiss in Neverland during the next season that had me buying my ticket aboard the good ol' SS Captain Swan.

What drew you to this event?

I could say that it's because I love good AU's for this ship—the more fantastical, the better—but that's not the reason. I am participating because I adore the community, especially those running this event! They are the reason why I keep limping along with writing for this ship, lol.

What inspired your topic?

A few years ago, I signed up to participate in this event for the first time, but life got in the way. This is the story I was originally planning to write at that time, though it's grown to be much, much bigger than I anticipated back then!

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.

Here's a little snippet: Gothel jerked farther back, flinging up a hand as if to ward off danger. “What have you done, Pirate?” she demanded. “You’re a fool if you think he won’t discover you.” Killian curved his lips into a deadly smile. "Is that any of your business, love?" he asked in a quiet voice. "Can you do the spell or do I have to find someone else?" She narrowed her eyes, but there was fear written there as well. “What’s in it for me?” He didn’t answer immediately but reached forward, feeling for that unseen thread that bound the two of them. There. A thin strand of dark energy that he wound around his finger. He balled his hand and yanked. Gothel’s breath tore out of her lungs in a croak as she lurched toward him, skin turning ashen as lines grew like spider webs across her smooth face. “Don’t toy with me, witch,” he bit out in a growl. “I can send you to Infernum with the snap of my fingers.” He tightened his fist and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Electric vitality pulsed into him from her, demanding to be consumed. There were more witches, weren’t there? Others who could give him what he needed. He could drain this one, add her to the souls who gave him strength, and oh, there was plenty to take from her. The babe in his arms cried out, shattering the feral want that had nearly overtaken him. He released Gothel, and the witch crumpled to the floor in a tangled heap, gasping for air. He despised that craving for power, always hungering, always thirsting for more. But the bleak price was one of many means justified by the end he sought. Gothel looked up at him from her hands and knees, hatred warring with terror in her features as color returned to her skin, the cracks vanishing. He felt no pity for her. She’d known the cost when she made her bargain with him long ago. He turned his attention to the child, rocking her gently while Gothel rose to her feet. “Fortunately for you,” he said, glancing at the witch, “I’m feeling particularly generous at the moment. As a boon for this deed, I won’t call in your debt for, shall we say, another century. I’ll even let you keep your youthful glow.” He smirked. Vanity was one of her greatest weaknesses. She’d thought once to use her beauty against him in a woeful attempt at seducing more power from him, but he hadn’t been so easily swayed. She licked her lips. “Fat lot of good your generosity will do me when he’s figured out what we’ve done.” She made no further argument, though, as she crossed the room to heave a large, careworn tome from a shelf. She set it on the table, spine cracking as she opened it. Muttering under her breath, she leafed through the yellowed pages. Killian circled her home as he waited. The clock was winding down on this bold gambit, and it was only a matter of time before he was summoned by the very creature he hoped to thwart—nay, destroy. The Dark One wanted this child, so much so that he’d put a bounty out on her, something unheard of among the Fata. As Killian studied the babe in his arms, he couldn’t begin to guess why she garnered such single-minded interest from the strongest of the Fates. The soft white aura that surrounded her was dazzling, to be sure—brighter than he’d seen of her kind—but preventing the Saints from adding to their ranks was hardly cause for this feverish hunt. Whatever the reason, it had tipped the Dark One’s hand, and Killian wasn’t going to complain about the opportunity to circumvent the demon.

For our betas: Who/what have you beta'd before, or is this your first time? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

(I can't remember if I signed up to be a beta, but if I did, here's my answer.) I've been beta reading since I joined my first fandom nearly twenty years ago. I love getting a sneak peek at a story before everyone else does! I like to follow the writer's lead on what kind of beta reading they'd like to have from me. <3

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

The stories, of course! And being a little less lurk-y in the community, lol.

This sounds very intriguing. @iamstartraveller776​′s fic drops on August 12th!

[rosalysaoirse]

I'm working on your latest prompt, and I thought I'd share a snippet with you:

He grins, and there’s a wild delight in it. “The Mighty Thor,” he says with a blend of mockery and something else she can’t name. “What an honor.”

“Let go, Loki,” she returns evenly.

His eyes flick to where his fingers cage her wrist against the marble near her head. He raises a brow as if considering whether the price of defying her is worth paying. She lets loose a flare of the electricity that lives in her chest, only enough to galvanize her skin in warning. His smile becomes strained, but he doesn’t release her, not until she sends another biting jolt.

“Oh, don’t be cross,” he says, holding up his hands. “It was only bit of harmless sport.” She snorts. “There’s nothing harmless about you.”

Mighty Lokane!!!! I'm so happy you chose this idea. I can't wait to read the rest of it. Gahhhh so excited! Thanks for sharing. 💙💙💙

[coraleethroughthelookingglass]

Get to know your fic writer: 12, 16, 67 ♥️

Hi! Thanks for asking!!!

12. how does reviewing or not receiving feedback/support affect you?

I usually need a day or so after posting something before I start writing again no matter how something is received. I do think that if I didn’t get such a positive response to my first Haladriel fic, though, I wouldn’t still be writing for this fandom. Feedback really does help me from feeling like I’m not screaming into the void and that I’m not overstaying my welcome in any fandom that I try my hand at writing for. My biggest fear is always that I’ll end up disappointing people who have been so nice and kind.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Too many is the short answer! I’ve been bouncing around a few of my AUs that need finishing the last couple of days and I’ve got stuck on the WW2 era nurse/soldier. The last chapter there will have a decent time jump, an adopted Celebrian and ‘friends’ reuniting in 50’s New York :)

67. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

Both :) I’ve been involved in challenges before, which were a lot of fun to write, and I’ve done things for fandom weeks and prompts, too (my first modern Haladriel fic was for a prompt), as well as a lot of things that came out of the blue and wouldn’t leave me alone. I have been sent some prompt ideas recently (AUs for Robin Hood and Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde) which are excellent and I hopefully will get around to drafting them out at some point down the line. If I had all the time in the world, I would love to work more with prompts. I did mean to sign up for a fic exchange over the summer and then forgot!

thank you so much again for your ask!

[snowbellewells]

Fic Title: A Way Back into Love

@iamstartraveller776 Thanks so much for the ask! I"m sorry it took me a few days to answer, but I really am glad I got some asks for this. It seemed like such a fun fic game idea :)

For a minute, I wasn't sure what to do with this title though, but here's what I've come up with. I've always kinda wanted to try to do a fic where either Killian or Emma is struck or cursed with amnesia. They don't remember the other, or that they were in love, or all the canon events that have happened. The other then has to find a way to right the curse that has stolen their memories, help them get back what was lost, and -- of course! - find a way back to their love again.

[shady-swan-jones]

Captain Swan Fic Recs are back, baby! - April Edition

Hello, cs friends! It's been like, what, seven years since I last did this? Who's counting. Enjoy the fruits of y'all's labour and some amazing stories. Keep writing, we need you

-Sophie

when Emma falls in love [from the vault] by @spartanguard

Inspired by "When Emma Falls In Love" by Taylor Swift, part of series based on songs from the vault

everyone's wondering why Emma doesn't screw the hot bartender already, it's not like he hasn't given signs. but with emma's romantic past it's not like she's throwing chances to anyone, scruffily attractive as they may be. yet, it's not her past that's worrisome. will they break the curse?

rated T | 6.2k words | AO3

Untie Me | captain swan fic | office romance | mature | 3/5 | 5.9k | in progress, by me

“Didn’t you pay attention to trigonometry, Jones?” she balances her weight on the stick, languidly, in a way that ticks something into his already drowsy brain.  “Is this the part where you offer to teach me, Swan?” he says, advancing to her. 

Read on Ao3 or ff.net

I, lost, was passing by - by @dykelilypage

Five years ago, Emma's father had given her a necklace for her birthday. It was a beautiful ruby encased in a golden chain, that sat heavy on her chest. It was safe to say then, that Emma was more than a little bit pissed off to discover that it had been stolen from right around her neck. The one stroke of luck to the whole ordeal was that she knew exactly who had taken it. Killian Jones. rated E | 6267 words

love scare by @exhaustedpirate

it's a little canon-compliant one-shot that i place during the six weeks of peace, more specifically, like a day or so before 4B rated G | 922 words | ao3

Expecting a Secret [3/3] by @walviemort

Summary: After the events of 3x19, Killian is at his lowest after being rejected by Emma. When Snow’s labor turns out to be a false alarm, Zelena offers Killian a deal: she’ll leave the Charmings alone…if he gives her the baby she needs for her spell instead. There’s just one hitch: he has to keep it a secret. At least it will only take 10 days, right?

The Heart of a Villan (5/5) by @beckettj

There are only two people that can make me care about football: Ted Lasso and this. Words: 6181 ~ AO3

Perilous Harbor by @veryverynotgoodwrites

Emma Swan is heir apparent to her parents' kingdom in the Enchanted Forest, and a powerful wielder of light magic. This makes her the most wanted woman in the realm, not only for marriage, but for leverage against the king and queen. While her parents have been able to keep her safe so far, an attack is launched on Princess Emma that leaves her no choice but to seek the protection of her worst enemy - Killian Jones, infamous captain of the Jolly Roger and his pirate crew. ao3 in progress 19/23

a work of art by @sotangledupinit

“I always have to clean up your messes,” she mutters to herself angrily, eyes glaring down at the red liquid on the floor.

Between Waking Life and Our Dreams (12/?) by @nachocheese-itsmycheese

Season 3b canon divergence: Storybrooke is still missing when Emma, Killian, and Henry reach the town line. AO3 T

The Fluffy Problem by @ineffablecolors

"Oh, I'm going to have fun paying you back, Captain."

ff.net

The Cure for Loneliness (4/?) by @laianely

Killian went to the world without magic to finally kill Crocodile, but instead he met Emma in Gold's shop. And his whole life turned upside down overnight.

E 16k words in progress AO3

Pan Says... (8/?) by @hollyethecurious

After waking up in a strange room with a naked stranger, Emma and Killian must endure the twisted game their kidnapper insists they play in order to gain provisions and avoid punishments.

To Cleave Destiny by @iamstartraveller776

She was going to pass the night the same way she did every year in adulthood: by getting drunk enough to forget that the world was incredibly unfair. Ao3, in progress, T, 4k

Note:

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[naiariddle]

6x19: About bad luck.

I just love how Killian until the last second he was able to see Emma he was trying to make her smile. How more beautiful this man can be?

Dedicated to @iamstartraveller776

[helenvader]

Favorite Fan Art Tag Game

Let us support fan artists, shall we? They very much deserve it!

Rules: Make a new post and share your favorite fan art for your favorite fandom(s). Tag the artist(s) to make their day. Optional: say WHY you like that particular art. You are also welcome to reblog other people's contributions to this game to increase their visibility. Tag as many people as you want.

These are mine:

Rings of Power. Art by @marimosalad. I love this shot in the show, and this drawing captures the "penitent" feel of it. The light as well as those few outlines are most skillfully used!

Discworld. Art by @songthursh. This is just brilliant. The golden-lighted scene in the foreground, and the night-blue-colored part with Havelock serve as a perfect contrast. I could ramble on, this is such a masterpiece.

Foundation (TV show). Art by @gaal-dornick. The hands, and the way the objects held symbolize the connection between these characters, the abstract background, and basically everything, are most impressive.

Tagging (no pressure) @queenmeriadoc @cilil @urwendii @awkwardtuatara @iamstartraveller776 @ichabodjane @mamanmae @eowyn7023 @snowkestrel @coraleethroughthelookingglass @theriverwild

[somebirdortheother]

9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @iamstartraveller776. Thank you so much, my dear!!!

Last Song: Odessa by Caribou

Favorite Color: Blue!!!! ALL BLUE, and the darker the better.

Last film/show: James Bond - The Spy Who Loved Me (my parents and I have a "thing" - James Bond franchise is our comfort watch and we pick one at random based on our mood and watch together. This week we were feeling silly and Roger Moore era it was!)

Sweet/savory/spicy: Savory and sour, and a touch of sweet. And a touch of spice. So, everything, everything.

Last thing I googled: Le Peste (The Plague) by Albert Camus. It happens to be the favourite novel of a really dedicated fan of my writing (who recently graced me with cheese that he sent me all the way from France to Canada, lying to customs about the contents of the package ahah), and somehow my style reminds him of that work.

Last Book: The Moon is A Harsh Mistress by Robert Heinlein

Relationship status: Divorced. Then found my soulmate through my writing, and then said soulmate died in an accident. So.... widowed.

Current Obsession(s): Finishing my WIP novel and improving my French.

Tagging: @coraleethroughthelookingglass @lady-of-imladris @queenmeriadoc @lapestelareste @ahalvedsoup @yletylyf @thelettersfromnoone @frodomyprecious @musing-magpie

[curator-on-ao3]

Writing Patterns

Tagged by @iamstartraveller776. ❤️ Thank you so much for tagging me! 🥳

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

One to Make Us Whole “Do you think Paris has changed much?” Will’s gaze seems to follow the automatic watering vehicles that fly along the straight lines of vines that extend outward from Château Picard. (Number One | Una Chin-Riley & William Riker & Number One | Jean-Luc Picard’s Dog, one-shot, G)

A Little Love, Here and There Una gets happier after a few drinks, lips curling in giggles, long neck muscles in motion with wine-lubricated laughter. (Pikeuna, drabble pyramid collection, the first line is from the first one, T)

Truth is a Fantasy Chris left that part out of the official report: the fantasies. (Pikeone, one-shot, T)

Youthful Exuberance (Some Kind of Love) “This was amazing, Mom.” Chris settles back in his chair, pancake crumbs and a streak of leftover egg on his plate, the sun bright through the kitchen windows. “Thanks.” (Pikeuna, multi-chap, E)

For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched This Guy Moopsy! (Moopsy, whatever you call a 44-word story that I would have made 47 if I had run it through a word counter beforehand, T)

Tangled Up With You (and I Feel Fine) His throat caught, and the tears he’d been holding back for days — weeks? — since they’d been stuck on this planet, the Chatelet not responding to hails, Una’s infection raging, nothing in the medkit seeming to help, those tears of frustration and fear turned to wonderment, a gasp of gratitude at her wound aglow, a light in the darkness of the cave. (another Pikeuna ficlet collection, this time with the first line of each story from a prompt so the first line here the first line I wrote for the first story, T)

Six Years to Go “Seems pretty quiet up here, Lieutenant Mitchell.” From his captain’s chair, Chris taps for a systems check that Una could have told him is unnecessary. “If you still want to head out to that party you mentioned, I think Number One and I can hold down the fort.” (Una Chin-Riley and Christopher Pike, friendship or romance, one-shot, G)

Ten Midnights It’s important to clean medical equipment. (Joseph M’Benga & Pelia, one-shot T)

Twelve Grapes The ship’s bar is a great place for parties, and New Year’s Eve is no exception. (Chortegas, one-shot, T)

The Kelvin Scale Something about meeting him in a bar felt so right, as if the transitory nature of a bar was the natural juxtaposition for the staying power he offered her, more than sticking by her through hallucinations and pain, so much more. (everything from James T. Kirk & Nyota Uhura to mild Spirk as SNW Uhura gets vibes from the AOS/Kelvinverse, drabble, G)

Tagging 10 people: @emilie786 @elephant-in-the-pride-parade @sun-lit-roses @grissomesque @divinemissem13 @enterprise-come-in @coffee-in-that-nebula @lorcaswhisky @marymoss1971 and YOU, if you’re reading this and want to play! 🥳

[jomiddlemarch]

I wish you'd write a fic where all the characters from Shadow and Bone were in the Anne of Green Gables universe. I'd love to see where you would fit them all in. ♥️

Alec Morrow, commonly known as Old Elijah Morrow’s boy, had not expected to get the White Sands school, but there had been some mix-up with the Avonlea folk he couldn’t quite follow, probably because it had involved a liberal quantity of the sour raspberry cordial Mrs. Vincent Pye made every August and insisted was just as good as Marilla Cuthbert’s, which no one agreed with but didn’t bother disputing; the sun would sooner come up in the West than you could get a Pye to admit even the slightest flaw. In any case, Alec had been looking further afield for employment, resigning himself to living in a boarding house, back home at Gregory Place only during the summer when he could find enough work as a farmhand to keep his mother and sister, when the letter arrived offering him the position, seemingly a miracle. He didn’t spare a moment before penning a quick reply of acceptance, packing up his worn carpet-bag with his best suit, the heavy wool jersey Ursula had knitted him the previous winter, and the book of metaphysical poetry that he’d used his book prize money to buy, much to his mother’s displeasure.

It had been miracle enough until he’d been faced with Caspar Breakwater and Jesse Fane, wily Vaughan Corner, the three boys making enough trouble it took a week of his most stern expression and the threat of the threat of being switched to allow the littlest ones a chance to master the alphabet. He found he could count on laconic Matthew Ellery more than he’d expected and red-cheeked Nina Harte not at all, though she was kind and would always share her lunch with any student who’d arrived with only an apple or slice of bread. Zoe Lennon fancied herself queen of the senior class, quite fond of tossing her head and showing her dark curls to advantage, though it didn’t escape Alec’s notice both that she was an exceptionally gifted student of mathematics and blushed whenever Nicholas King glanced her way. It didn’t escape Inez Grafton’s notice either, but she was a quiet girl with her hair in a crown of braids, her collar and cuffs always neatly buttoned, and her recognition was contained to a twinkle in her eyes Alec as the teacher must pretend not to see. John Knight was a rough-hewn, sullen boy who came to school only when his father could spare him, but cheerful Teddy Stone took the other boy under his wing and somehow managed to make him smile, usually when their heads were bent together over Teddy’s slate; Alec knew Teddy drew caricatures of all his classmates but he’d earnestly assured Alec he’d never draw one of the teacher, much to Alec’s secret disappointment.

All in all, the White Sands school was a lot of work, but work Alec had the strength of mind and will to master. He studied alone in the evenings, determined to be granted admission to Queen’s and then Redmond, even if it was harder for someone without a partner, as he’d heard Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe had in each other, both the talk of the shore villages. Alec Morrow was a shadow in comparison to their brightness, but he didn’t mind. He couldn’t, when he couldn’t change it and couldn’t waste the energy in what his mother would call “Alec’s horrid black sulks” over the solitary nature of his existence, the loneliness of having no friend nor peer of his own.

It was that way until the day he found Alina Stark, the slight orphan Mrs. Anne Cooper, his parsimonious boardinghouse keeper, had taken on a hired girl to help in the kitchen and with any other chore she could think of, poring over his book of poetry. He’d it left open on the little table he used as a desk, a gull’s feather used as a marker. Alina’s lips moved as she read but other than that she was entirely still, the day’s waning sunshine lending its little warm color to her wan cheeks and drab pinafore, the wisps of hair coming free from her long plait. It was that way until he saw the way the startled fear in her dark eyes changed to pleading and then wonder when he started reciting the poem she’d been reading. It was that way until he’d offered her lessons of her own when she said she’d never be able to attend the school and when he’d handed her the bigger piece of shortbread he’d bought to share. And when his fingers had briefly touched her own and there had been the most tremendous flare of light between then, within them, the poem they’d been reading brought to life and something more, as the glow stayed between them, even after he’d closed the cover of the book and she’d smiled at him with something more than gratitude, an affectionate tenderness that woke an answering emotion in his own heart, a feeling he’d never known before but somehow recognized entirely.

[kmomof4]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

Oooo, fun! Thanks for the ask, babe!

I never graduated college.

I grew up in the Air Force.

I play the flute.

[cssns]

Coming Soon!!!

Real life has intruded and prevented @iamstartraveller776 from posting her new fic this evening. But it should hopefully be up sometime tomorrow!!!

[talshiargirlfriend]

@iamstartraveller776 mentioned the 100 word drabbles of yore so I decided to try my hand at one

And now it’s everyone’s problem :)

Trip scoffed loudly and tossed the PADD onto the bunk in disgust.

“I can’t believe the crap they’re writing about us. Have you seen these headlines?”

“Put a baby in me,” T’Pol replied without looking up from her task.

His mouth worked soundlessly for a moment before he squeaked out, “what?!”

“That was the headline on the most recent article. Apparently a ‘direct quote’ supplied by a ‘trusted source.’”

She looked at his red face.

“Are you all right?”

“Oh… yeah. Just… you know, getting tired of this crap,” he swallowed and prayed she would let it go at that.