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[foolpoof]

THE NEXT GENERATION BEST STAR TREK ARGUE WITH THE WALL!!

Had to do a lineup on my day off bc I’ve been rewatching TNG! Full portraits will be posted later- but till then, as usual, feel free to use as an icon or banner or whatever, just credit me.

Reblogs are better than reposts! Thx!

[a-most-beloved-fool]

I kind of wonder if, in the Star Trek universe, the ozt'esta (the vulcan kiss) was ever co-opted by human the asexuals/aromantics who don't like kissing and/or other forms of "socially acceptable displays of affection," and I wonder what the Vulcans thought about it.

Like, think about it. It's an obvious gesture to make, so you wouldn't easily mistake it for something else; it involves limited skin/body contact and zero lips(!); and other humans wouldn't read it as overly sexual so it could work well for queerplatonic partners. Idk! seems like a perfect option!

[kookieroosins]

Tee Hee :]

I remember watching this with my dad when I still couldn't read. Fond memories! A little context for the last pic, my grandpa used to do this before we crossed the street. I just thought it'd be cute lol

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The Thrall Children of Himring

A continuation of this here, with the help of @apocalypso-36 with Elrond, and @animeandbooksarelife who created itty bitty beastie.

(Do not repost)

Correspondence between Lord Elrond of Imladris and Lady Idril of Dol Amroth

Scholar Idril, I am an attentive reader of your works, especially when my own name comes up in it. I am writing to you now to inform you of an error you made, in referring to my blessed late brother, King Elros Tar-Minyatur, and myself as the 'Thrall-Children' of Maedhros Feanorion. I strongly believe I speak for both myself and my beloved twin when I humbly beg you edit your works to instead refer to us as his 'foster children'. While the conditions were far from ideal, and there was no shortage of problems with our relationship, he and Maglor Feanorion took care of us to the best of their ability. Thank you for your consideration. Lord Elrond Peredhel, Herald of High King Gil-Galad, Bannerman of Lindon.

My lord Elrond, I would like to start by profusely thanking you for taking a moment to correspond with a humble scholar, such as myself. As for the error you mentioned, it is no error at all, for I was referring to Maedhros’ apparent tendency to take in the children of escaped thralls or young escaped thralls themself, if they found themselves in need of shelter. I have only found two of these children ever referred to by name, the first named Ruinmir and the second only ever referred to as levain or little beast, but there is substantial evidence that they were not the only ones. Though I see now that my phrasing was confusing and I should reword for the sake of clarity. Though, now that you have opened dialogue, I find myself compelled yet again to ask if you would be willing to shed some light on certain details, as we seen the confusions that may come from working without the invaluable insight of people such as yourself. With admiration and hope of continued dialogue, Lady Idril of Dol Amroth

Excerpts of “On thralls and their lives in the north-east of Beleriand” by Saelgol of Lothlorien

“The greatest thrall communities were indeed centered on and concentrated around the fortress of Himring. Census data recovered from the ruins on Tol-Himling explicitly marks out it’s thrall populations, in a similar way to how they denote other elven cultures. Thralls are identified much the same way as the vanya, noldo and sinda populations. Though they enjoyed an additional measure of acceptance within Maedhros’s lands, does not mean they were considered a culture of their own right, rather than outcasts, living along the fringes of elven territories.” pp. 17

“Heavy policing of thrall communities was a common enough practice. Many lords feared that they were a threat to public order, “bringing back from angband barbaric practices and dark ghosts in their hearts”(Helcariel) such as bloodsport, a musical tradition named “night howling” by outside observers, and post-mortem cannibalism of their dead. These practices shook Exiles to their core, though Maedhros himself is said to have been disturbingly unbothered by it, which only added to his orcish reputation.”pp. 48

“Parentless children were a distressingly common sight amongst thralls. Often their caretakers had gone to great pains to smuggle them from the cursed land with no consideration for their own escape, or had been killed in the arduous trek. Others still were given mercy deaths at the hands of their brethren as they were too far gone to survive outside Angband. As a result, many children arrived alone into the care of thrall communities.” pp. 69

“Lord Maedhros was often noted to take in these children. Some of the very few written records we have from the hand of a thrall comes from a village chief, who wrote to Himring saying “We have two more mouths that we can feed, otorno. Two boys and a girl. The young boy and the young girl are desperately ill and we do not think they will survive, but the elder boy is healthy, he says his name is Ruinmir, and that the two younger are his little beasts.” And about a century later, we have records of an elf named Ruinmir Aldion, working in as a scout for Maedhros, and listed to have a dependant recorded as Levain, which I have verified is not a proper name but an epessë roughly translating to “Beastie.” By the accounts we have, the lord Maedhros fostered them both personally, though he never adopted either of them in earnest.” pp. 70

[husbandkisser]

i finished TOS, here are some doodles that i have made along the way.

[blueberryrock]

Rainy Day.

A/N AHHHH I AM SO EXCITED TO BE ABLE TO FINALLY POST THIS FIC!! This fic is for the @gatesofsummerexchange and I am really glad that i didn't skip this, it was super fun and not as stressful as I thought it'd be! Anyways, this 3k fic is for the lovely @nocompromise-noregrets!! I hope you love it as much as I did writing it 💕💕

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"I cannot believe you lead us here."

"Oh hush," Glorfindel says with a sly grin, quietly undoing the ties to grab out his sword. "It could be worse!"

That earns him the biggest glare he has ever seen from the dark-haired ellon. Erestor grumbles to himself before sliding off of his horse, a shiver runs through him as his boots squelch in cold mud. Grabbing the bridle of his horse, Erestor pulls his cloak tighter against his body as he slowly trudges through the thick mud.

"It could have been a lot better too," his eyes glance up to the dark clouds slowly rolling overhead before pulling up his cloak's hood. "I thought you said it wasn't going to rain."

"Well, I did," Glorfindel sighs. "But alas I do not have the power of foresight and didn't see any clouds! I promise that as soon as we find a dry spot or cave I'll build you a fire."

It took what Erestor thought was two hours of trekking through cold, knee-high, thick mud before they finally came across a big enough cave to fit the two elves and horses. Dropping his horse's bridle, Erestor shakes off his hood before glancing around the dry cave with a grimace.

Erestor gently strokes his horse's muzzle and mutters a few soft words before letting the tired cold mare settle at his feet. Brushing off a small flat rock, Erestor sits with a small huff as his eyes land on the golden-haired ellon walking into the cave with his own horse behind him.

A gentle warm glow slowly fills the cave. "Looks like we will be here for a while?" Glorfindel mumbles, his gaze meeting Erestor's for a moment before he quickly glances at his horse. "I-I'll start gathering the wood before it rains if you can clear a spot?"

Mumbling an affirmative as Erestor watches the cheery elf bound out of the cave. Just my luck, he grumbles to himself as he clears away any small twigs and leaves that got blown in. The first time I get to leave Imladris is a decade and I'm stuck that bafoon in the middle of storm season.

With spaced cleared, Erestor sits himself back on his small rock with a huff as quietly eyes the caked mud staining the edges of his cloak. "Remind me to make a formal complaint to Lord Elrond when we get back," he whispers to his mare, his eyes slowly moving to land on the mouth of the cave. Large tree branches that they have been traveling under dance swiftly in the wind, Erestor's frown deepens at the whistling wind that reaches into the cave but he decides to turn his attention away.

It was quite a spacious cave Glorfindel had found, clearly big enough for them and their horses but it could probably fit a few more travelers before it became somewhat cramped. The entrance of the cave was thankfully on an incline and didn't allow any of the previous rain to enter, or at least a lot of it, but the wind seemed to reach him just fine.

As time slowly ticks by, Erestor glances over to Glorfindel's horse who was dozing against one of the cave walls. A small, itty bitty, feeling begins to slowly eat at Erestor as he continues to eye down the other horse but he shakes his head and ignores it.

Or tries to at least.

With a huff of breath, he curls further into himself as the wind outside of the cave starts to pick up speed, howling with each pass. I wonder how Glorfindel is fairing out there, Erestor sighs, slowly closing his eyes. It does seem to be taking him an awfully long time...his eyes slowly open to find the cave darker than he last saw.

Odd.

Standing from the small rock with a groan, the dry dirt floor crunches under Erestor's boots as he wanders towards the cave's entrance. Curiously, he pokes his head out to stare at the dark clouds above him through the thick foliage before a loud crack of thunder makes him yelp and nearly fall to the floor. Quickly he scrambles back into the cave before the heavy rain starts only moments later.

His attention is quickly brought to the whinnying horses which have begun to stand to their feet and back away further into the cave. As Erestor slowly strokes the horse's muzzles and speaks softly in elvish, his thoughts can't help but turn towards Glorfindel, who was still most likely out collecting firewood for them.

The rain will wash his tracks away, he would not be able to find his way back. Another, much louder rumble of thunder echoes through the small cave. The rain now coming down a lot heavier than Erestor would like. He better not get struck by lightning...And what if he slips and gets hurt? Or gets attacked?

"By the Valar," he sighs, turning his attention back to the horses. Why do I even care?

The rain had started before he could find his last piece of firewood, which was unfortunate for Erestor. With a small smirk as he brushes away some of his hair, Glorfindel sighs as he eyes down the heavy rain from under a tall tree. Adjusting the bundle of fallen branches and twigs, Glorfindel sucks in a breath before taking a step out into the rain, flinching as large and cold raindrops clink on his light armor.

A grimace grows on Glorfindel's face as he feels himself sinking into the fresh mud. He is so going to punch the twins for telling him about this "shortcut" when he gets back to the city. Shielding the wood as best as he can in his cloak, Glorfindel sets a fast pace through the forest searching wildly for the many landmarks he had made in case of this situation. Finding the now tumbled-over stack of rocks he had made earlier, Glorfindel pauses to glance around for the sloppily carved arrow.

Swiftly spotting it, Glorfindel starts a careful sprint towards the cave, silently hating the way his long and drenched hair sticks to him. Then he sees it as he pushes away a few tall bushes, the dark mouth of the cave.

A small, mostly relieved, smile flickers across Glorfindel's face at the sight of it. Slowing his pace, he quickly leaps past the fastly falling wall of rain to land on the mostly dry floor of the cave. "Erestor," he calls, brushing away a water-heavy lock of hair from his face. "I'm back!"

"I can see that." Erestor's low voice echoes from somewhere deep in the cave. A small flutter of warmth fills Glorfindel as his eyes scan the empty cave to find Erestor sitting on the floor with both of their horse's heads in his lap. "I could spot you from a mile away."

"We should test that someday then," Glorfindel says with a smile, slowly working his way towards the cleared spot Erestor made. "I hope that the wood did not get too wet," he murmurs as he begins to stack the firewood.

"I hope so too," Erestor sighs. "Otherwise i would have to sit by our only other light source...you."

"That doesn't sound too bad!"

Glorfindel can't help but smirk at the lack of response from the other elf. As he quickly finishes stacking the wood, Glorfindel turns to his small bag resting on his hip to pull out the dry kindle he had stuffed in there before the rain had come.

Only.

There was no kindling.

No dried leaves or twigs...instead all that lies in his small bag is a small sheathed carving knife. Well then, Glorfindel groans, gaining the now unwanted attention of Erestor.

"What did you do?" He warily asks, his eyes scanning Glorfindel's face when he doesn't get a response. "Or did not do?" Erestor tilts his head as he watches Glorfindel scrunch his nose in frustration.

"I may...or may not...of umm....."

"Out with it! There is no point in skirting around a problem that could be fixed!"

"I forgot the kindling." A large crack of lightning briefly lights up the cave and swiftly reminds them both of why they need the fire. Glorfindel feels Erestor's heavy gaze on him but he ignores it, his eyes just continue to stare at the wood stack before him.

While it's true that they don't necessarily need the kindling, the wood hadn't escaped as dry as he thought it did. How could I be so stupid? Glorfindel's hand slowly runs through his wet tangled hair, a loud groan escaping him as continues to berate himself silently...that is until he feels a hand gently touch his shoulder.

"By the Valar you're cold," Erestor's low gravelly voice tears Glorfindel's gaze away. "Regardless, do we really need the kindling to light it?"

"Probably," Glorfindel mutters, watching as Erestor then offers his hand to help him up. Taking the smaller hand in his, Glorfindel stands to his feet with a slight groan. "I am very sorry for this, the wood is likely to damp to light without the kindling."

Erestor lets out a tired sigh before he turns away from the golden-haired elf. "It's fine then," he mumbles, the dry dirt crunches under his boots as he walks towards their horses. "Best conserve our warmth with them I suppose."

With a small nod, Glorfindel feels the cold of the rain slowly nipping at his skin as he stands. Shuffling towards Erestor, he undoes the thin leather ties holding the pieces of armor he still wore and lets them fall to the ground. Glorfindel stretches out the sore muscles that were trapped under his light armor before sitting next to Erestor, slowly leaning back against his horse with a sigh, careful not to accidentally touch the other elf.

"How long do you think the rain will last?" Erestor hums, turning his head to face Glorfindel.

"Half an hour maybe?" Glorfindel responds, his eyes set on the rain falling outside of the cave. "I am not too sure though." He adds before a shiver runs through his body, causing him to pull in his drenched cloak.

He doesn't notice Erestor's gaze was still on until he hears a small sigh leave the other elf. "Do you want my cloak?" Erestor asks, nimble fingers moving to undo the small clasp that held it around his neck. "We can share it you know."

Glorfindel can feel blush creeping onto his cheeks, silently praying to the Valar that Erestor doesn't notice. He quickly swallows down any emotions as Erestor throws the cloak over him and quietly scoots closer to be under the cloak. "I don't know how you survived out there," Erestor hums, careful not to get too close to accidentally touch him. "You are freezing."

Glorfindel just silently nods to whatever the other elf mumbles, sitting as still as he can in order not to brush against him, but he can feel the warmth coming from Erestor and can't help to gently reach out of his hand.

A small curse escapes Erestor as he grabs Glorfindel's hand with both of his to warm it up. "Don't get any funny ideas about this," Erestor mutters. "I just don't want you to lose any of your fingers is all."

"I'm fine, but thank you."

A small smile grows on Glorfindel's face as his gaze falls on Erestor's, while the fire idea may have been a bust since the start, fire and lightning wasn't all that lit up the cave. Through the numerous years after his rebirth, Glorfindel and many others have always found that the slight golden glow that always followed him around and never seemed to fizzle out.

But today?

Right now?

By the Valar he loves it. He loves the way it makes Erestor seem to glow along with him, the way that it shines on his dark hair and eyes makes Glorfindel blush even harder than he thought possible. "Are you sure you are alright?" Erestor asks, his eyes narrowing on Glorfindel's red cheeks. "I fear you may be coming down with something from how red your face is."

Well...fuck...

"I am fine," Glorfindel gulps nervously, his eyes darting from Erestor to somewhere off in the cave.

"Will you let me check your temperature at least?" Erestor asks, slowly reaching over to bring a hand up to Glorfindel's face.

Glorfindel gulps as Erestor's hand gently touches his forehead, his eyes darting from the soft hand to the other elf's face. By the Valar, he was too close, more blush creeps up his neck and he can feel his cheeks burning from Erestor's surprisingly soft touch. Glorfindel would not lie that he thought Erestor would've been rougher, or cold to the touch to reflect his icy nature.

"I promise you Erestor," Glorfindel begins, grabbing Erestor's wrist to bring it away from his forehead. "I am not sick."

"Then why are you so red?" Erestor frowns. "You are not hiding some sort of injury, are you?"

Shaking his head, Glorfindel brushes the loose damp hair back behind his head. "I'm not injured, no," he says, gently rubbing his thumb against Erestor's wrist, a small smile grows on his face as the other elf shivers from his touch. "It's because....."

You can do this.

Taking in a deep breath, Glorfindel meets Erestor's gaze and his smile grows bigger at the sight of light blush dusting Erestor's cheeks. Gritting his teeth, Glorfindel sighs before tightening his grip on Erestor's wrist, pulling the other elf towards him without a warning.

"Glorfi—mmph!" Erestor yelps as Glorfindel pulls him basically onto his lap and presses his lips against his. The small kiss only lasts a second or two before Glorfindel quickly pulls away, quickly feeling how tense Erestor was.

"I-I'm sorry," Glorfindel squeaks, watching the silent Erestor slowly run his tongue against his bottom lip. "I-I didn–"

"That was...certainly something Glorfindel," Erestor's sharp silver eyes locking onto Glorfindel's. "Do it again."

A small noise escapes the poor blonde at Erestor's tone. "Does.....does this mean that yo–"

"Yes," Erestor smiles softly, scooting against the cave floor to sit next to Glorfindel again. "But know that I have only realized my feelings for you recently,  I'm not too sure when it happened."

"It matters not to me," Glorfindel murmurs, quietly reaching out for one of Erestor's hands. "Just as long as you're happy with it is all that's important." He adds as he gently pulls the other ellon closer, his free hand moving to cup Erestor's warm cheek as Glorfindel slowly presses a softer kiss to his lips.

A small hum escapes Erestor as he melts into Glorfindel's touch, his own hand moving to rest on Glorfindel's knee to steady himself, earning a very tiny moan from the golden-haired elf. They eventually pull away from each other, both breathless with a stupid grin on their face, but Glorfindel quickly lunges forward to leave small kisses on Erestor's jaw to earn him a small laugh.

But something slowly pulls Erestor's attention away, blinking in confusion, Glorfindel quickly stops leaving small kisses to peer at the other ellon. "What is it?" Glorfindel asks, his eyes closely watching Erestor's face. "Did you hear something?" His tone grows with concern as he quietly searches for a dagger.

"Nothing bad," Erestor replies, noticing Glorfindel's drawn dagger. "But the rain has stopped, or at least it has gotten lighter."

"Oh," Glorfindel's shoulders sag in relief as he quickly sheathes his dagger. "I guess that's good then. Let's hope that it will be warm tomorrow," he then mutters, shifting slightly against the side of his horse.

Erestor hums in agreement, slowly deciding to move closer to Glorfindel, quietly enjoying the soft glow and warmth he now gives with a sigh. "Keep watch for me," he mumbles. "Will you?"

"Of course!" Glorfindel smiles, his eyes moving from the tired ellon nearly leaning on him to the cave's entrance. With the rain all but gone, the wind continues to whip against the mouth of the cave, but Glorfindel trains himself to drown it out as Erestor begins to sleep.

"I truly hate mud," Erestor mutters, his hands busy with making sure his saddle's straps were on right. "Have I ever told you that?"

Glorfindel tilts his head in thought. "You might have before," he says as he hoists himself up and onto his horse. "But it has definitely been insinuated ever since the twins ran all around the library covered in it."

"I am not sure why you are grinning at that," Erestor huffs as he pulls himself into his saddle. "We spent the whole week scrubbing because you told them to show me their mud pies!"

"Ah but it was worth it in the end," Glorfindel hums, encouraging his horse to begin a steady pace beside Erestor, ignoring the glare he was getting sent. "I got to spend a week in your company, so I count it as a win."

"I guess," he hears Erestor grumble before silence fell on them.

The faint smell of rain still lingered in the air, bringing his thoughts back to earlier that morning. Waking up to Erestor snuggled beside him was something Glorfindel never would have thought to experience. It, of course, brought a smile to his face every time he imagined Erestor's peaceful face smooshed against his arm. But it was short-lived as the sleeping ellon had woken a few minutes after Glorfindel had.

Oh, but it will be a treasured memory to him. The rain always seemed to come with the best memories. With his attention being brought back to the muddy forest path, Glorfindel misses the glance that Erestor gives.

"Do you think we should tell him when we eventually get back?"

"Tell who?"

"Lord Elrond of course!" Erestor furrows his brows in thought, his eyes wistfully moving to his tight grip on the reigns. "Do you think he would approve?"

"I don't see why not." Glorfindel hums. "I can safely say that I am his favorite captain and I think you scare him a little bit, so I truly don't know why he wouldn't approve."

Erestor snorts at Glorfindel's words. "I guess," he murmurs again, taking in a breath as he glances up at the muddy forest path before him. "Do you think we could send him a letter when we reach the next town?"

"If that is what you want to do, then I can send one as soon as we get into town." Glorfindel nods, shooting Erestor a reassuring smile.

Erestor smiles back at him, butterflies flutter in him at the sight of Glorfindel's sweet smile. "Thank you," he mutters, feeling a fair bit of blush creep up his neck.

"Of course Mel–umm–of course."

"You were going to say meleth, weren't you?"

"I–what? No! O-of course not!" Glorfindel sputters his cheeks tinged with pink, earning a grin from the usually grumpy ellon. "Wait...no that's not what I meant....."

"I'm fine with it you know," Erestor says with a smirk before whispering, "lóth nin" and watching with a smile as Glorfindel blushes even more.

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Three-Sentence Fic Collection: 100 Followers Ask Prompts

Here's the actually complete list of three-sentence fics written based on the ask prompts from the 100 followers milestone celebration. They're all three sentences long... with lots of cheaty-cheaty punctuation! Ya-ha-ha! (I had forgotten to put the Farscape one on here!! Now it's there, the last one on the list--all the others are Zelink. Also, I added ratings).

Conglomeration - (G) - Prompt: ‘Link tries to cook Zelda a meal from pre-Calamity but doesn’t remember the recipe anymore!’ Da-Da-Da!

Just Browsing. Again. - (T) - Prompt: What about a zelink bookstore AU? 😁📚

Undercurrents - (G) - Prompt: A prompt for a bouquet 💐?

Home - (G) - Prompt: how about some baby zelink? 🥰

[Even itty-bitty side-eye can be intimidating.] - (T) - Prompt: how about some baby zelink? 🥰

The Toll - (T) - Prompt: OMG OKAY LINK AND ZELDA REUNITING AFTER BOTW2

He Had Once Been Right - (T) - Prompt: what about Link seeing a shooting star and makes a wish?

Snissing and Sluddles - (T) - Prompt: Since they’ve been on the mind, mayhaps “slugs” as a prompt

Shrine-Stone and Sure Steps - (T) - Prompt: ummmmmm how about zelink and hand holding? hope it’s not too nsfw 😂

The Choice Is Hers - (T) - Prompt: so then they make a fool proof plan they think will work just to hold their love interests hand

Amok Couch (PLUS Bonus Fanart by @zeldaseyebrows 🤩) - (T) - Prompt: how about any incarnation of zelink watching Star Trek together?

Three-body-household - (G) - Prompt: Maybe they get a dog! 🥰

Cheeky - (G) - Prompt: Or, alternatively because I’m in a mood, a nap.

Worlds Made Manifest - (T) - Prompt: Can I request some Zelink snuggles 🥺💗

Her Breath Remains - (G) - Prompt: Zelink making flower crowns together!!!

Kid...nap...ping... - (G) - Prompt: May I request for a post-BOTW Zelink where Link thought Zelda 'disappeared'?

DON'T DO IT! - (T) - Prompt: “Don’t marry him” when Zelda is about to marry some noble dude, and Link can’t take it any more and confess his feelings.

Mivonks Count Microts - (Farscape, T) - Prompt: Jon/Aeryn (DO THEY EVEN HAVE A SHIP NAME??)- "character a blatantly flirting and character b answering everything bluntly and 100% seriously."

[andybillups]

Welcome to my toy blog! Here you'll find my pictures of my action figures, stuffed animals, and more!

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[trappedham]

God, so much has happened. Usually I post tidbits as I'm playing but I just got. Immersed. So let me tell you what's happened so far djdjdf

I nearly drowned, starved, and dehydrated to death scrounging around for resources. Barely worth it, I got like two or three things of silver and a couple other stuff before deciding to head back and unload all my crap. I did learn a valuable lesson though, and that is the difference between outcroppings, there's limestone, sandstone, and I think shale. I also read that sometimes you can get stuff from the barnacles on the Reefback- who is friendly, by the way! Sea fren! :D Although he only gave me copper, I made sure to say thanks.

I went on a big ravenous hunt for fish so poor Ryley wouldn't die. Already ate through his rations :( and then I left Avery on read when he called back- again, hunting. He always calls at the worst times, I swear 🙄

Oh! And I crafted the radiation suit! And the habitat builder! We're going up in life, baby! Still can't do anything with them tho 😔 but we're getting there! I was at least able to slap down a foundation near the radiation field around the ship, which is maybe not the best place for it so. I might move it around later.

The Sunbeam was an ordeal. Starting with, Avery gave me some coordinates to meet at, said not to keep him waiting. Motherfu- On top of that, I'm hauling ass across the ocean on my seaglide, battery at 70%. There is an island IN VIEW, there is a TIMER set at 20 MINUTES, it is now at 18 minutes. The radio icon pops up. MOTHERFU- THE AUDACITY.

I turn around, haul ass back to my pod 1000 meters away. The message is. Weird. Distorted? Something about nine subjects, and some agents... nothing to worry about, right? It's not Avery like I'd thought, and it's not another survivor-but they're already dead... so, something else?

Whatever, I'll sort it out later. The timers still ticking down. So, I make the trek across the ocean AGAIN- and now my seaglide is at ~50% and I finally set foot on this island. To get bitten by a crab. At this point I am VERY upset, and once I have a dead cyclops spider crab at my feet, I notice the just. BIGASS fucking building on the island. The crippling fear of being alone, and not. Well, I certainly have time to spare. I figure out the dohickey and go inside, scanning this and that- it's all very impressive. It's so cool. I thoroughly enjoyed the place, except for the part where it STABBED ME >:[ NOT COOL. Oh, yeah, and we're Down with the Sickness✨ whatever that means lol and the planet is under quarantine... haha. 😬

There wasn't much to do after that, and the timer was starting to get low so I made my way back out and started going through all of the new stuff and info I got. Apparently this thing was built to forcefully quarantine the place because of whatever outbreak... which I've now got. Which means that this thing was maybe the reason the Aurora crashed... if it could do THAT to the Aurora, I wonder what it'd do to an itty bitty tradeship. I'm sure that this is a fixed outcome-they wouldn't let me off of a water planet in a game all about surviving on a water planet, that'd be the end of the game. And so, I watch the Sunbeam come down from orbit, and I watch, exactly as it had with the Aurora, rain fire on the ship. Being smaller, it explodes in flame.

RIP Avery Quinn of Sunbeam & crew

I root around on the island for a bit longer for resources and head home. My storage system is... not favorable. I haven't picked up the blueprint for a room yet, so I can't slap down some lockers and it won't let me in the escape pod. I fear for my mortal life if I deconstruct something in there to fit one it STILL won't let me, because it's a special structure. I don’t dare.

Currently, I've resorted to the "water locker" system which. Isn't favorable, but it works. It's a fate I've been trying to avoid, but alas. I named them Sunbeam and Aurora. IM NOT SENTIMENTAL SHUT UPPP

Aurora holds all the extra gear I'm not using, and Sunbeam holds my extra materials :P the storage container in the lifepod holds some minerals and my medkits and stuff, with some free space and I'm currently only carrying my essential tools, and prepping to head out to the radzone. Hoping to find more blueprints for stuff and not get eaten. You don't wanna eat me, I'm diseased, promise 🤞😔

Oh yeah, and while checking out my storage situation um. I about SHIT myself when a fish face started. I don't know. Floating ominously in my lifepod's walls?? I thought my game was glitching, and impossibly one of the big game fish found me and was trying to eat me?? But um. It didn't. It spoke instead which um. Hi. It asked what I was and then fucking dipped which is. Great.

Ryley sure is having a time out here

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Asher and his little droid buddy Absalom I’m crying it’s so sweet😭I love baby/kid Asher sm he’s so pure n you can really tell he’s the apple of his Buir’s eye. I love his and Cross’s interactions!! Plz give me more Asher and Absalom I love them😭❤️

🥲❤️Absolutely the apple of Crosshair’s eye.

I am making a post expanding more on their newest addition Absalom so stay tuned for that. In the meantime I can tell you the premises: basically, Asher is learning about droids in school and his teacher initiates a project where the students can volunteer to house/shelter different droids for a few weeks. Kind of like a droid farm of sorts. Of course Asher is the first one to volunteer (unbeknownst to his parents XD). He picks a BD droid and before Cross and Dee know it Ash is trekking home with a itty bitty droid at his heels. XD

Asher is so eager - he’s got a name picked, and is already making provisions for the droid’s permanent residency; always thinking ten steps ahead. Just like his father.

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Full bodies of the TNG Crew lineup from yesterday

Maybe I’ll do the rest of the crews idk! Could be fun.

For now: I’m mad chillin

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Star Trek Doctors, Ranked By Crankiness

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This Star Trek: Lower Decks article contains spoilers for Season 2, Episode 3.

In the very first filmed episode of Star Trek: The Original Series — “The Cage” — Captain Pike drinks itty-bitty martinis with the Enterprise’s chief physician, Dr. Boyce (John Hoyt.) And although it remains to be seen if we’ll be seeing Boyce in Stranger New Worlds, the tradition of the cranky — but wise — Starfleet doctor was started right there. After Boyce and Piper, Star Trek set the standard for cranky, wise-cracking doctors in space with the introduction of Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy; as played by the wonderful DeForest Kelley. 

While Kelley passed away in 1999, the spirit of Bones lives on. Not just in the Karl Urban version of Bones in the reboot films, but also in the foul-mouthed, utterly hilarious Catian medical officer, Dr. T’ana (Gillian Vigman) on Star Trek: Lower Decks. In the most recent episode of Lower Decks, “Mugato, Gumato,” T’ana demonstrated some next-level crankiness, as she avoided her own physical examination, something Bones had to prod Kirk to do all the time, including his first-ever filmed episode, “The Corbomite Maneuver.” But is Bones actually still the crankiest Star Trek doctor? Has T’ana dethroned him? 

The only way to find out is to rank all the Trek doctors from least cranky to most cranky, and find out who is the hardest to please, and as a result, possibly the doctor we paradoxically love the most.

(Note: With some exceptions, we’ve excluded characters who were Starfleet doctors who weren’t regular recurring characters. This is why Dr. Selar from TNG isn’t on this list, even though as a Vulcan, she’s inherently cranky.)

10. Dr. Tracy Pollard (Discovery)

The least cranky doctor on this list is easily Dr. Pollard on Star Trek: Discovery. This woman even puts up with Georgiou, a dictator from an alternate universe who wants to die. As played by the fantastic Raven Daudu, it’s very possible Dr. Pollard is the best doctor on this list. She also may never be recognized as such, because she’s really even-tempered, kind and way too busy saving people’s lives to complain.  

9. Dr. Phlox (Enterprise)

Phlox isn’t just one of the nicest Star Trek doctors ever, he’s actively one of the most likable characters in the entire franchise. Played charmingly by John Billingsley in all four seasons of Enterprise, Phlox projected a childlike curiosity of the universe combined with a ton of knowledge and wisdom of having seen more of the quadrant than most of the other characters. Phlox is also, perhaps, the most tolerant Star Trek doctor, insofar as he never pushes his cultural views onto others, even though, in some episodes, like “Dear, Doctor,” he’s torn apart by his own set of ethics. Oh, and he saved the life of Porthos, Captain Archer’s dog in “A Night in Skybay,” AND while doing so, managed to make a joke that Porthos would develop lizard-chameleon powers in the process. That’s bedside manner!

8. Dr. Hugh Culber (Discovery) 

Who doesn’t love this guy? Since Season 1 of Discovery, Culber has put up with shit from everyone, and very rarely has he snapped. Yes, in Season 2, after coming back from the dead, he was pretty pissed off at everyone. But, as he said in Season 3, “My murderer and I are good now!” In episodes like “Su’kal” and “Die Trying,” Culber is one of the kindest and simultaneously most practical Star Trek doctors of all time. He doesn’t lie to anyone, but he does know how to make you feel better. Out of all the Discovery regulars, Culber feels cut from the same cloth as someone like Deanna Troi or Guinan. He’s smart, insightful and empathic. 

7. Dr. Beverly Crusher (The Next Generation)

Crusher certainly has the ability to sass her patients, but she’s basically a nice person. Whenever Crusher freaks out on anyone it’s always because she’s either in love with a ghost that lives in a candle (“Sub Rosa”), her feelings are being manipulated by a nearby Vulcan (“Sarek”) or Jean-Luc is messing around with her emotions. (All of The Next Generation.) Crusher suffers the fools she works with, but she does it with grace and dignity. That said, you kind of know she hates certain people in certain moments, which can probably just be attributed to Gates McFadden’s flawless talent.

6. Emil, Rios’ EMH (Star Trek: Picard)

Rios has a lot of cranky holograms in Season 1 of Picard, but his medical hologram is not even close to being the most difficult of all of them. In fact, he’s pretty cordigal, and reasonable, which is odd considering the situation he’s in. Clearly, among the holograms on the La Sirena, Emil is one of the most well-adjusted. You wouldn’t want him as your primary physician in real life, and because he’s basically connected to the personality of Rios the possibility that he might become super cranky is certainly there. But, so far, he’s right on the line.

5. Dr. Julian Bashir (Deep Space Nine)

Okay, we’re crossing over into slightly cranky territory here. Bashir began his journey on DS9 as a cocky jerk, which isn’t the same as the kind of crankiness we’re talking about here. The Bones-style of crankiness is the kind of crank we can get down with. Bashir’s off-putting personality was  — at first — not something anyone admired or liked. That said, as Alexander Siddig evolved the character, Bashir didn’t become more cranky, but he did develop righteous indignation. When Bashir got his indignant buzz on in episodes like “Past Tense,” or “Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges,” he was really at his best. To be clear, Bashir isn’t a nice doctor, and this is where we cross the threshold. 

4. Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy (Star Trek: The Original Series)

Although he set the standard for crankiness, in the entire canon of Trek, Bones is somehow not the most cranky Star Trek doctor. The reasons for this are threefold: First, there are three characters on this list who are much crankiner than him. Second, Bones is actually a sweetheart deep down, and demonstrates his love for Spock over and over again, despite his terrible, terrible comments. Finally, Bones can’t be the crankiest doctor on this list because Dax heavily implied in “Trials and Tribble-ations,” that one of her previous hosts — Emony Dax — totally hooked-up with him. For some reason, this detail makes it seem like he’s a lot nicer than he comes across. And again, The Search for Spock exists.

3. Dr. Katherine Pulaski (The Next Generation)

In 1988, Pulaski would have easily been number one on this list. She mispronounces Data’s name, doesn’t feel bad about it, and proceeds to kind of make everyone else on the ship feel awful. Pulaski is a pretty good doctor, and not remotely a bad person, but she’s pretty damn cranky. The brilliant Diane Muldar plays Pulaski like someone who has been transferred to a job she doesn’t really want, which is sort of amazing considering at this point, Roddenberry didn’t want Starfleet characters to have interpersonal conflict.

In “The Icarus Factor ” (which the latest Lower Decks also referenced) Pulaski also thinks Riker’s deadbeat dad is hot and tells Riker this point blank when he’s reminding her that his dad is the worst. This alone gives her deeply strange tastes, and makes her super cranky and weird AF. Don’t mess with Pulaksi! If you talk about how your friend is mean, she might throw it in your face and say she likes them better than you anyway! 

2. Dr. T’ana (Lower Decks)

Okay. So Dr. T’ana is almost the most cranky Star Trek doctor ever. Combining the best qualities of Bones, with that weird go-shove-it-vibe from Pulaksi, Gillian Vigman turns it all up to 11. It helps that T’ana is a cat-person (I.E. the Catian species) but her crankiness is more than that. She’s kind of sadistic, and isn’t afraid to use boulders to knock “strange energies” out of people when the time comes. T’ana is sort of burnt-out, but also, is kind of unflappable too. Like, you get the sense that she’s sick of all this space sickness stuff, but she’s got too much proffensionality to say she can’t do something. The secret crankiness of Dr. T’ana is that seemingly she can fix anything that is wrong with anyone. But, she’s going to make fun of them for it, and get pissed off if you look at her the wrong way.

That said, like Bones, you get the sense that none of it is personal. Which is what makes her Starfleet all the way. 

1. The EMH (Voyager)

Robert Picardo’s Emergency Medical Hologram is the best cranky Star Trek doctor. There are many reasons for this. His arrogance. His constant complaining. The fact that he has good reason to complain, considering he’s a hologram that has to do other people’s bidding. But the reason that tops all other reasons is the way that Picardo can make his crankiness clear with the simple inflection of his voice. It’s not what he says. It’s how he says it. And if you need proof, all you have to do is go back to the very first Voyager episode ever, “Caretaker.” When the Doctor has to start triage on the wounded crew, he asks somebody to hand him a tricorder. He looks at it, and realizes it’s not the right kind of tricorder, and hands it back and says “medical tricorder.” The amount of venom in this comment cannot be communicated in print. The way Picardo says medical tricorder is so dismissive and frustrated, that he basically created a new level of crankiness with one single utterance. 

T’ana may be creeping up the EMH from behind, but this cranky crown will be hard to swipe. Especially from a hologram.

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6. Kittenish

It’s dangerous to go alone, take this. ;)

Over a period of a week or two, life wanders on at a languid pace with only a couple of notable interruptions. The kittens have settled in quite nicely, and their personalities have started to shine. Adoringly nicknamed Thing 1 and Thing 2, the two older brothers had given you such incredulous looks, with Oscar looking nearly offended to which you laughed and quickly explained these names are temporary until something else sticks. Well...hopefully. You added that last part as you disguised amusement with uncertainty, watching as mild horror returned to their faces.

Secretly you wanted to see if the thought of bestowing such unfitting names to the kittens would inspire the three men, but even if that proves unfruitful, you're confident you'll think of something. Strangely enough, or perhaps not so strange at all considering it's you, you're tempted to name them after pasta. Long skinny noodle cats that they will one day be, it kind of fits. Hmm.

A tiny body hurdling itself around the corner of your coffee table just to scramble under it interrupts your current train of thought; Thing 1 has proven to be a firecracker and adventurer extraordinaire, getting into anything and everything with no sign of fear or hesitation. Once he gets going, he'll be in crazy mode for a while, nothing can stop him. There is seemingly no end to his energy.

Thing 1's sibling comes scampering around the same corner after him. Thing 2 is fairly mellow, but has a hidden switch. He can go from perfectly calm to bouncing off the walls without much warning or reason, and then just as suddenly he's plopped down on the carpet like nothing even happened. He is more cautious as well, preferring to test the waters before gingerly wading out into the unknown.

Thing 2 inspects the tiny paws of his brother that bat this way and that under the table, just out of reach. Losing interest, or perhaps momentarily distracted, he decides now is the time to turn the side of your sofa into a torn mess. Up on his hind quarters and ready to shred, he looks you in the eye and...his bad behavior is thwarted when Oscar lifts him up in a single hand. Bringing the fuzzball to his face, he tuts quietly and delivers the miscreant to his scratching post. You lean down to wiggle your fingers in the carpet to lure out Thing 1, who will gladly be tempted with the chance to destroy.

Oscar has been really good with them, even getting up early in the mornings now and then to assist you with feeding and bathing and whatnot. The strangest thing happened around the time he started doing this; one morning after feeding the kittens and returning to the kitchen, you had set about to grab up one of your freshly baked Strawberry Turnovers. Otto and Oscar were preoccupied with their own breakfast, but offered you nods to wish you a good morning when you entered the kitchen. Still sleepy, instead of verbally responding you offered your own ever so serious good morning nod, earning amused sounds from the two men. Noting Axel's missing presence, you chalked it up to him starting his morning with a quick shower.

Wandering over to the steaming oatmeal cooling on the stove, you ladle a couple big dollops into your bowl before adding a splash of milk to cool it down. With you sufficiently distracted, Oscar slunk out of his chair to creep up to your back with mischievous intent. The whoosh of air that left his lungs as Otto lunged and yanked him back, practically slamming the younger back into his seat, was almost enough to shift your focus. But since sleep had unfortunately remained elusive to you, your alertness had been dealt a blow. 

So when you turned around to find Otto contentedly chewing a pastry and Oscar sprawled out strangely in his seat, you weren't quite sure what to make of it. You looked between the two before slowly taking your leave to enjoy your breakfast in the garden as usual. Otto started helping you with the kittens as well after that, you swear the man became your shadow whenever Oscar is around. It's a good coincidence though, as all three men have proven to be good company when they're not suspiciously questioning you. Although you must admit, with the new rules set into place and the three abiding by them, you're finding it easier and easier to open up to them.

As a matter of fact, a couple days earlier when Axel had asked you about previous work you had done before the Commission, you had found it almost effortless to answer. You had even added some technically unrelated information without thinking about it; after you left the orphanage, you had been provided for by your guardian, seeing as you were still too young to look for work. The omission of said guardian's name wasn't pushed, you reckoned it probably didn't matter all that much to the assassins. 

The small town near your home had a fairly expansive farmer's market, and after seeing all manner of items and foods displayed you had tinkered with the idea of on one day becoming a seller. A good amount of your time was spent planning it all out; your main products would have been baked and home-canned goods, as even from a young age you had such a sweet tooth. Although with your fondness for gardening, you wouldn't have been surprised if you had included flowers eventually. 

Realistically the threat of your ability being discovered complicated things quite a bit, so you had pondered if made-to-order goods would be a better option. Hopefully you wouldn't have been out in public too much if you chose this line of work, baking in private and delivering the goods to your customers. Maybe even having someone pick up and deliver them for you? You had kind of liked the idea of having your home be your own little bakery.

When Otto asked how long you'd been selling your baking for, you admitted it had only been for a short time. A couple of people who had seen you around town had actually commissioned you for some cakes and treats and had spread the word, but before you could really dive into the role, the Commission agent had approached you and your baking had been pushed to the side. 

You don't really regret it all that much. After the orphanage, you had developed the habit of visiting the animal shelters in town. Fearing a wayward bite might give you away, your visits had been understandably rare. You had been seriously considering fostering when the agent made you an offer.

Quietly, you ponder for a moment the negative aspects of being under the Commission's thumb; you had been given a half-assed set of rules that you were to follow, basic drivel except for annoying little details you can guess are related to your ability; you were not allowed to travel, any effort to spend a prolonged period of time outside the vicinity of your home had to be approved first. Initially you had scoffed at their feeble rules, after all, this was practically what you already did to keep your ability hidden. You had accepted long ago that you were destined to be a little hermit.

It was only after recently accepting their terms that, when you had trekked to civilization to stock up on some much needed items like food and animal care products for future tasks, you had truly felt the leash tugging at your neck. As the hours passed and you made your way from shop to shop and carefully perused their selection for your necessary items, you could not shake the feeling that you were being watched. And followed. 

Realizing that the 'prolonged period of time' was much shorter than you had discerned, you finished your shopping as quick as you could and headed home. You decided in the future to cut your trips short and only buy what was the utmost essential. The added risk of distraction caused by your mysterious stalker resulting in an accidental injury also served as incentive to make yourself scarce. Good grief though, it wouldn't have killed them to be a little more specific with the rules they set in place for you.

Thing 1's deceptively sharp claws and fangs prick your skin as he wraps around your ankle, snapping you back to the present. With a sharp, 'No!' and a clap of your hands, the offender releases you immediately and stares you down. Ears tucked back and tail lashing, the baby considers challenging your authority before the movement of his own tail distracts him and he decides the appendage is to suffer for his unsettlement. 

You chuckle, shaking your head as Thing 1 twists and twirls in an attempt to capture his own tail. Picking him up, you deposit him carefully on the couch in hope of luring the kitten to nap. Repetitive squeaking has you peering over your shoulder to find Thing 2 ambling away from the scratching post in favor of demanding the attention and affection of the eldest brother as Oscar watches on with a grin. The older man scowls, but you all know better.

He had been quite aloof in the beginning; when the babies had arrived and the men had visited them in your bathroom, Thing 1 had immediately tried to climb up Otto's pant leg. You had fiercely fought the urge to express just how adorable you found the situation, for the kitten's paws were absolutely itty bitty when compared to Otto's fingers as he carefully detached the tiny claws from the fabric. Thing 2 had remained shy for a while, watching quietly, only to decide to toddle up to Axel and investigate him. The little Siamese kitten had decided that this man was the most interesting thing. At all times.

The assassin hadn't really reacted, but a couple days later when you had brought the babies out to explore the living room you had caught him rubbing a finger against a tiny fuzzy cheek. The ticklish caress of a knuckle teasing under your chin brushed the surface of your mind but dissipated just as quickly before you could determine why your cheeks suddenly felt a little warm. You shook the thought from your mind. Given how another time you had caught out of the corner of your eye the man picking up Thing 2 to save him from Thing 1's rough housing, it was evident that someone has a soft spot.

Relaxing next to you on the sofa, Otto blinks in surprise when the tiny terror climbs onto his thigh to wobble out on to his knee and sit quietly. Surveying his kingdom, no doubt. Perhaps he’s looking for signs of the other cats stowed away in your bedroom to give them a needed break? You must admit, you’re rather happy to say you're no longer as concerned about your cats interacting with the babies. Pumpkin still prefers to keep her distance but Butternut adores them, to the point that she has taken it upon herself to clean and carry the babies around.

A couple hours earlier, Otto had been the one to catch her mothering them. He had pointed it out, reaching for you. The large warm palm that rested on the small of your back had given you the strangest feeling, like someone was flipping your stomach like a pancake in a skillet. 

With some difficulty you shoved it to the back of your mind and beamed at the man, commenting that you had hoped Butternut would be a good influence, but didn't think she'd adopt them outright. The warmth in your belly rippled when he smiled down at you, thumb sweeping back and forth so gently that you must have imagined it. You really need to get more sleep.

In the quiet of the evening, a brand new interruption to the usual routine occurred; you had been running a little late with dinner preparations as Thing 1 had decided to hide away, perhaps sensing that it was time to go back in their bathroom for the night. While you searched the living room and apologized that dinner might be a bit delayed, Axel had unconcernedly sauntered in to the kitchen, donned your colorful pawprint covered apron, and got to cooking. Delighted, you teased him not to burn down your kitchen, to which he responded that if anyone would be turning your home into kindling, it would be Oscar. Oscar's indignant shout tickled your funny bone something awful.

As you cleaned up after a lovely fish dinner, as a way to thank the eldest sibling and possibly encourage a repeat, the ‘shunk!’ of a tube in your cabinet nearly made you jump out of your skin. The Commission had finally gotten in touch with the Swedes, taking the initiative to explain the lack of missions and prolonged downtime. You listened intently as Axel read aloud.

It would seem there were changes on the horizon; as your home would be acting as their base of operations, this gave the Commission a chance in the future to implement a new experimental technology that would allow their agents to go to the time their target resided in without the use of a briefcase. Apparently the increasing misuse and destruction of the cases had sparked alarm and a new method was being looked into. 

Instead of a briefcase, a sort of 'rendezvous point' was to be accessed once your agents had gathered sufficient intel and were prepared to neutralize their target. Following any unforeseen developments or challenges presented by the mission, they would find the 'rendezvous point' to your home would still be accessible if they chose to regroup and rethink their strategy. 

That was it. Nothing more to satisfy your curiosity or appease your concerns; what exactly would allow these time jumps, what were the parameters, the restrictions? The chip that was imbedded in each and every one of the Commission's agents, did that have something to do with it? Certainly it would be a lot harder for a chip in one's body to be stolen or lost, possibly less costly as well compared to the briefcases? Did the infinite switchboard play a part? If an agent decided to go AWOL, would they even be able to access the 'rendezvous point' anymore or would they be cut off? You just didn't have enough information...

Shaking off the speculations, you look at the metaphorical glass as being half full. Some explanation is better than none, after all. Thoughtful, you mention that seeing how any mission or assignment is so sparsely worded, you're rather surprised the Commission would put in a little more effort to this message. Axel cocks his head, quietly considering. 

From what you understand, the three men living with you are some of their best assassins, so maybe that offered certain perks? Like extra sentences? That earns you some loosely amused squints and scoffs before Otto interjects, mentioning freedom and traveling, how the three are given a lot of leeway both on and off missions. They're free to do nearly anything they want, so long as it doesn't jeopardize the mission.

Dishes all collected in the dishwasher and cycle started, you grin cheekily, remarking, "Nearly anything? Goodness, how nice that must have been..at least..." 

Words trailing off, the brothers watch confused from their seats as you wander around the table, clearly intent on getting ready for bed as was customary. Pausing under the entryway, you finish your sentence.

"..until the Commission felt you all needed a slap on the wrist and a babysitter."

There was a moment of silence and utter shock, an absolute stillness before you broke it by earnestly wishing them all a goodnight.

As soon as the word left your lips, Hell was unleashed. The scandalization on their faces and the clamor of chairs scooting across the kitchen floor had you scurrying to the safety of your room with a bright bubbling laugh.

You should probably watch your back the next couple of days.

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90s Specific References In Timeline Of Theseus

Hello! I’ve decided to compile all the 90s references in TOT so far, after seeing how cluttered my in-fic-notes links were getting and reading comments from people who googled references I forgot to directly link. Hopefully this will be useful for folks! I’ll place this under a cut to spare your scrolling.

Chapter 5

The Spice Girls - “Wannabe”. First released in May 1996 for radio in the UK

Elias’s Mobile Phone, the Motorola StarTAC 8500. First released Jan 3 1996 as the lightest mobile phone in the world. It had no answering machine, and was the first ever clamshell/flip phone. It was inspired by Star Trek’s Communicator

Elias’s Living Room Phone. This style had been in place almost virtually unchanged since touch tones replaced rotary phones in the 60s

Gertrude’s Pager. Her pager is a numeric pager, meaning it can’t receive messages, all it does is buzz and flash the phone number that’s calling you. First popularized by doctors on-call during the 1980s, by the 90s they were essential for any business woman on the go

Here’s a commercial for Motorolla’s! This is their “latest” 1996 model, but truth be told the look and shape didn’t update much. I headcanon Gertrude is still lugging along a late-80s model. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it!

Chapter 10

Jon’s Tiger Torch. Not much to say about this one, the first versions from different brands began around 1995 from what I can track down. Very cute, but not very bright!

The Tube/London Underground. This shows up in a few chapters, but I’ll place this video here because here’s where I got the details of what the tickets looked like to Jon. Check out this youtube channel for other great content of different slices of life- not just London in the 1990s!

The Laguna Hotel. This hotel is budget conscious, which is good for Joshua’s wallet as he has no idea how long these weird people will be crashing in his apartment. It also hasn’t really changed at all from the 90s (some reviewers say its much the same as it was when they visited in the 80s, hence Joshua calling it out for being “outdated”). You can still stay there today for that blast from the past!

As an aside on Bournemouth itself, you have no idea how disappointed I was to learn it had shops that sold suits and business wear back in the 90s. I really wanted to stick Elias in a tacky tourist shirt.

CCTV. Bournemouth first installed CCTV in 1985, the very first local council to do so. Looks very different than the sleek versions we now see!

Fiona’s/Elizabeth’s Seaside Tourist Dress. These flowy dresses can be found pretty much unchanged in any seaside town, as they are easy to manufacture and make for great swimsuit coverups. Modern ones actually tend to be much more shapeless, and the 90s tended to curve inwards gently towards the waist. Here’s one that’s actually from the 90s, but was edited by Cut Out And Keep. Original 90s on the left

Elizabeth’s Dinner Outfit. Trouser legs were wide but not flared like the 80s and kept high waisted. See outfit D

Chapter 11

Jon’s Lightup Shoes. Itty-bitty picture, but thanks to resurgence of lights on shoes this is the best one I can find that’s actually from the 90s. Very chunky pattern + lots of swooshy details were a hallmark of 90s sneakers, and what better addition than lights!

Jon’s Crayons. This isn’t exactly 90s only, but I did want to share this website I found while writing this chapter. It contains the exact shade of every Crayola crayon! https://www.crayola.com/explore-colors/

Playground in Hyde Park. This park is pretty incredible! It has various structures to play in, but Jon is specifically drawn to the Pirate Ship. This structure was previously a part of a themed section of the park based around Peter Pan. The section of the park was renovated after Princess Diana’s death in 1997 and renamed in her honor. The original, which Jon would have played on, is a little smaller than the one pictured below as they tore the old one down to make this new renovated update.

Chapter 13

L'Oréal Kids Shampoo. This shampoo can still be bought today, in many of the original 1990s scents. Jonah Magnus is looking out of the Burst of Watermelon because that was my favorite and I said so.

Slack+. This is the scheduling program Microsoft had before Outlook & Outlook Calendars. I cannot stress enough how hideous computer programs were in the 90s.

Misc.

I AM S C R E A M I N G as I typed up a bunch about emails in the 90s for one of my chapters but someone am JUST NOW realizing I never posted it. I did all that research and never shared! How. How did this happen. And where did it go?

Long story short, pretty much only schools, research, and some government & business had email. An email address wasn’t free until Hotmail revolutionized the game in 1996, offering free email addresses to anyone. They were then bought out by Microsoft who used that program to create Outlook emails.

But before them, research facilities like the Magnus Institute and The Gifted Young Minds Program would have most likely used Pine, which depending on your computer & version could be various shades of hideous.

No wonder Fiona hates them.

[midshipmank]

fuck it just wanna. write that dissertation about post-9/11 star trek. or maybe just. a paper comparing star trek beyond & i dunno the omega glory. just one itty bitty paper. just one!!

[mccoys-killer-queen]

I just realized I’ve been writing fanfic for so long that I can fucking timeline the eras of my writing based on my hyperfixations slgnvaeprngerpogm

Ancient Era: 2013-2014

fandom- Fun. (the band)

I was 12 when I first started writing. None of these stories exist anymore. I deleted them all at LEAST 6 or 7 years ago from my Wattpad. Cringe as can possibly be. Stories about myself out the ass. Didn’t know what p*dophilia was. Mixed perspectives. (A/N Just go with it!). Only wrote bc I wanted to be cool. Only wrote to include my favorite songs in any way I could (sound familiar omg). Truly a horrible time to be alive. I was the youngest in this fandom. Everyone else was like 14. It was pretty bad, but not “sold to One Direction” bad, considering that’s what everyone else was doing at the time.

Renaissance Era: 2014-2016

fandom: Doctor Who

This was when I started taking writing seriously at the age of 12. All of these stories still exist on my Wattpad, but there are some things I’ve never posted. This was also when I started writing to cope/writing for only myself. I still love my ideas for these, and Doctor Who really helped itty bitty teenager me in ways you can’t imagine. I could go on for days on how it changed my life completely and made me who I am today. I was truly in another universe in this era. Made stories about OCs (and OCs in general) for the first time. Amazing ideas out the ass all the time. I am still in love with a lot of things I came up with in this time. Oddly mature but still blatantly teenage. Tried to be extremely historically accurate (which I still try to be).

Bronze Era: 2016

fandom: Supernatural

I had a lot of ideas with potential, but never executed them completely due to lack of motivation. I still think about my only Supernatural OC often. I wasn’t interested in the show for long, which is another reason why there aren’t many stories from this time. Things were more in my head than in writing in this era. Call this the “thinking practice” era. I got better at developing ideas. These stories still exist on my Wattpad. Some things I wrote may have been lost in the Great Tumblr Purge of 2018. May they rest in peace.

Silver Era: 2016-2018

fandom: Star Trek

A sad era. Very few stories, several lost in the Great Tumblr Purge of 2018. What I lacked in content in this era I made up for in practice. I improved a lot in this era as far as descriptions and omniscience goes. Creating an atmosphere began to come naturally during this time; it was basically an exercise era; a ‘maturity in typing’ era. There wasn’t much posting, but drafts helped me improve and spend more time thinking about the worlds and versions of characters I created. One of the greatest things I thought I ever wrote was lost in the Great Tumblr Purge of 2018 just days after I finished it. I still have about 55% of it that was backed up, but I haven’t been able to try and recreate it ever since. May it rest in peace. I made an AO3 in this era. Stories are on there. I stopped posting on Wattpad in this era.

Golden Era- 2018-present

fandom: Def Leppard

Fuck yeah. It all started with a dumb cracky fic. Yearning to be in the past and be in love continues to constantly fuel ideas for stories. And surprise surprise, I still try to shove my fav songs wherever I can- because that’s the other thing that continues to constantly fuel ideas for stories. I started doing palette cleansers and drabbles and illustrations and just- I can’t put into words how much I love writing what I write now. I’ve written more than 100k words in Def Leppard fanfic and that continues to go up by the day. I’ve finally mastered how to effectively project the exact emotion I want readers to feel into words, and I truly think my style became one of a kind in this time. I guess you can say I turned into a romantic writer rather than just a dramatic/emotional writer. It was in this era that people actually started paying attention to my stories and appreciating my writing/giving me a real amount of feedback for the first time. All stories are available on Tumblr, some on AO3. The “colorful” era.