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the collective hallucination that s2 of Star Trek Prodigy was good will never not baffle me. what the hell was that

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it was not, technically, about DS9 at all but I courted that ambiguity with my vague wording so I have no one to blame but myself lol

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Imaginr if there were Two women with something Gay & Weird going on

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I think more people should write femslash with the goal of being as annoying as possible. I know I have and it's very fun

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you too can write incredibly niche femslash rarepairs that no one knows or cares about 🫵🫵🫵

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I guess what I am used to in fandom is more similar to a dialectical process where there is a push an pull (with the text and each other as fans) while most people are actually doing (and expecting) improv and boy am I not good at that

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at this point i must be locked up

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I mean I can tell people "hey look the text says this and I think it's pretty clear-cut that this character trait/backstory is established this way" and it will always be met with "well I think this is garbage so I'll do my own thing" or "agree to disagree" or *silence of utter disbelief*, and I mean that's cool because ultimately who cares, you can do whatever you want forever and I can do the same etc. But this way it's all kind of pointless as well lol what I mean is that Trek fandom is so fragmented that I struggle to see the point in offering counterarguments in ongoing discussions, because what matters in this fandom the most is the single fan's strong vision to try and connect together a vast text that is often incoherent and incomplete. Like, what's the point in saying "I don't think that's what happened in the show", especially when I myself am so fond of making everyone a lesbian? I can say I'm attached to the version of Kira who hated the idea of working under a Federation commander in a dead-end space station, and that's what I think is canonically established, but does it matter to anyone but me that I am of that opinion? Not really. It doesn't even make me a better or more original writer. I suppose that is part of the reason why I gave up interacting with most people re: Trek.

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huh not that I hate the theorizing on display here, but there is in fact a pretty unequivocal canonical answer to the question OP asked, and it's in the first lines Kira says on the show, in "Emissary":

Kira says that "they've sent her to this god-forsaken place" which implies that she doesn't want to be there. She believes she was sent there because didn't acquiesce to the political direction of the provisional government and has become persona non grata as a result. I think the situation is pretty clear-cut here. On DS9 Kira is out of the way, far from where the decisions are actually taken, at least before the station was moved away from Bajor's orbit.

Being an officer on DS9 only becomes an important post after "Emissary", when it gets relocated near the wormhole to the Gamma Quadrant. Before that I don't find hard to see it as the kind of far-away place where bothersome people could be sent to be taught a lesson.

I'm sorry to be pedantic but this is I think a very significant part of Kira's character. She doesn't want to be there, she doesn't even want Starfleet near Bajor, yet over the course of season 1 she starts working with everyone else anyway. That's why Kira calling Julian, Jadzia, Odo and Quark her friends on 2x2 "The Circle" is so huge.

ive always wondered why Kira was chosen to be ds9's first officer. Like how was it decided that she would be the best fit out of everyone on Bajor. Who in the provisional government on Bajor brought her forward as a candidate, especially because she does not even want the Federation anywhere near Bajor.

What is her reputation like on Bajor at the start of the series. Like how did they convince her to be the first officer?? so curious about it

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B'Elanna and Seven in Pride and Prejudice:

B’Elanna’s headache waned as the morning progressed. Chakotay had offered limited sympathy when she had explained the situation and Tom’s proposal (“An over-reliance on commenting on the ways of ‘cute females’ notwithstanding,” he had said while clearly trying not to laugh, “It was a fraught idea from the beginning. If you had accepted him, I’d never speak to you again.”), but Janeway at least had a well-developed sense of when one of her crew was approaching the actual edge of overwhelmed and had granted her time-off request with alacrity. So B'Elanna sat in her room, watching a gray nebula in the distance occasionally spark as the gas shifted to reveal what it had compressed, sipping on a spiced hot chocolate, trying to forget about everyone she ever knew.

Seven entered without knocking.

“Excuse me,” said B’Elanna, pointedly.

“Are you well?” asked Seven, coming to stand in front of B’Elanna, where she sat in her cozy seat under the window.

“What do you want?” said B’Elanna.

“The captain said you were ill. You do not look ill.”

“Thanks,” said B’Elanna. “I have a headache. If you could please leave, that would help.”

“Have you taken the necessary medication?”

“Seven, I can take care of myself.”

“Of course.” Seven nodded. She folded her hands behind her back. She took a step backwards than forwards. She moved towards the door, than turned back around. Then she moved towards the door with a parting gesture. Then she returned again to her spot in the middle of the floor. She cleared her throat and said:

“I have struggled against this decision but my better judgment has been defeated by what I suspect is human impulse. I am going to now tell you about how I love you in a strictly uncontrollable way and, therefore, how we should partner in the appropriate legal setting.”

B’Elanna nearly dropped her hot chocolate. She couldn’t speak.

Seven took this as an invitation, evidently, and launched into a bland-sounding recollection of the past few months of personal struggle which largely were sourced in her inability to get B’Elanna to yield to her to the point that she found herself somewhat entranced against her own will. This struggle was further exacerbated by the fact that B’Elanna’s frequent companions were obviously ridiculous and she had to endure the presence of many an unfathomable person every time she was in B’Elanna's general area. She also detailed all the ways she did not in fact want to legally tie herself to the human crew of Voyager, that a part of her did despise some of the things they represented, that the Captain was unpragmatic and everyone seemed to follow her example, even the more acceptable members of the crew like Tuvok, but she understood that B’Elanna herself was committed to Voyager’s project and thus Seven had found that the desire to partner B’Elanna could withstand the limited practicalities and proprieties of her associations. This struggle, the duration of it, did not seem to depress her assumption that B’Elanna returned her feelings. It was, to B’Elanna, a series of insane things to hear.

Nevertheless, she knew it took a certain amount of vulnerable courage to ask someone this and, given this was the only vulnerability she had yet to really see in Seven, she figured she could only respond in her kindest tenor.

Seven stopped her lecture of recent personal history and then waited for B’Elanna’s response. B’Elanna set her mug down and turned fully to face Seven so Seven would understand she was sincere.

“Thank you, Seven,” said B’Elanna. “That was…illuminating. And I’m very flattered. But I don’t think we’re right for each other.”

Seven blinked. “I don’t understand.”

“I don’t think I can accept your…proposal,” said B’Elanna who was just then realizing she’d been proposed to twice now in as many weeks and was going to have to emotionally process that to her diary for several years.

“You can’t accept my proposal,” Seven repeated.

“Correct,” said B’Elanna awkwardly.

“May I ask why you are rejecting me with so little explanation?” asked Seven. Her handsome face was pinched. It was somewhat alarming.

“Maybe your extensive list of reasons why your feelings for me are an inconvenience will help you figure that out.”

“You have told me before that I make people uncomfortable,” said Seven. “That I am rude. This appears rude to me now.”

“This?” asked B’Elanna, gesturing between them. “Well, yes, I would agree. You just told me you only loved me against your will and better judgment, like it’d be some awful sacrifice to be with me. But that’s not the only reason this whole thing is ridiculous. Why I can’t accept you.”

Seven’s jaw clenched. “Please enlighten me. I would like to have the reasons.”

“Going behind my back to get what you want in all your projects is rude, it’s disrespectful, and it cheapens my role on the ship.”

“Are you speaking of the Astrometrics Lab? And Ensign Kim?”

“And Tom.”

“Tom is irrelevant.”

“Yes, you’ve made that opinion incredibly clear,” snapped B’Elanna. “But it doesn’t matter that you’ve essentially manipulated Harry’s project to be your own work and then cut out every part of it that you thought wasn’t important with no consulting of him or anyone else—no, why does that matter, when you’re the be-all arbiter on what’s essential, on what’s right. As if you know.”

“What was done was done for the efficiency of the ship.”

“It was done based on your arbitrary standards,” said B’Elanna, flushed. “You refuse to work with others, you march over our orders and procedures, and you misapply everything you’ve learned as a drone to things that are fundamentally different to your experience. You nearly destroyed all of Harry’s data as well as his reputation on the ship and nearly got Tom killed.”

Seven’s shoulders stiffened. B’Elanna could see that she was clenching her fists behind her back. Her face remained void of any obvious emotion but something in her posture and the tone of her voice when she next spoke betrayed a deeper frustration than B’Elanna had expected out of her.

“Yes,” said Seven, with an obvious bitterness. “Tom’s suffering has been great indeed.”

B’Elanna sat back, feeling as if she’d stumbled into something she hadn’t been prepared for. It was a horrible feeling because for a few days now she was sure she had all the facts. It angered her, the idea that she might not, and she could feel herself doubling down on everything, in that singular bright moment.

“So this is your opinion of me,” said Seven. “Thank you for explaining it so fully. I am very flawed. Too flawed.” She raised an eyebrow—her voice shook. “If I had not insulted you with my ‘rude’ proposal, it’s possible you would not have educated me on this point as thoroughly as you have. Expressing honestly my struggles appears to have wounded your pride.”

B’Elanna was pink with anger.

“Seven,” she said. “It doesn’t matter how you would have proposed to me. Your ‘honest struggles’ just made it easier for me to say no. There’s no method or mode you could have used that would have tempted me to say yes. Your rudeness, your selfishness, your lack of compassion—I had not known you a week before I felt that you were the last person I could ever call a friend, let alone do something as crazy as marriage.”

Seven stared at her unblinking for a moment. “You have made yourself clear. Sorry for wasting your time.”

And she left.

~

Weeks later, after several things came to light in the worst sort of way: after Tom had sheepishly revealed it had been his fault the Astrometrics Lab had nearly guided them in the path of singularity and nearly lost them in time and it was only Seven’s quick thinking that had saved him and the ship in the subsequent power surge needed to correct the error; after Harry and Tom were reconciled; after Janeway had granted B’Elanna an Engineering commendation; after B'Elanna had borne witness to the small sparks of Seven’s newly discovered curious enthusiasm which had long been smothered by her upbringing; after Harry was taken by the rouge element of a civilization they were trading with and Seven had, in secret, been solely responsible for his safe return, sending him back minus the coterie of eager suitors giving off the worst sort of energy, thus saving Tuvok and Janeway and B’Elanna, who had been with him and couldn’t protect him, from a great deal of heartbreak and shame all while taking no credit for it—after all this had transpired, B’Elanna thought back to Seven’s condescending proposal and felt like a bit of an idiot.

On a walk, a scouting trip, on a very green planet full of bright yellow and pink trees and short soft grasses, stretched out over rippling hills in cool air and bright sun, B’Elanna found her ability to say thank you without sounding entirely insincere.

“For your help with Harry,” explained B’Elanna. “And everything you did. Tuvok told me. You—you did a lot.”

Seven, who had adopted a new stiff coat to her usual uniform (“a more efficient insulator,” she had said. “I like to be warm”), appeared uncomfortable at the praise.

“I asked Tuvok not to say anything.”

“Well, he did,” said B’Elanna. “So I wanted to say thank you. Since no one else on the ship will.”

Seven was quiet as they walked. So far the path was as clear and peaceful as the aliens they were working with claimed.

Then she said, quietly, “I did it for you.” She glanced at B’Elanna and then away. “Using what you taught me—about the neural tech. I do not want the thanks of anyone on the ship. You must know. I did it for you.”

B’Elanna turned her face to shimming gravel road beneath their feet. Her smile was impossible to contain.

“You are honest with people in your opinions,” said Seven. “So I know you will be honest now. Are your feelings the same for me as they were 8.25 weeks ago?”

B’Elanna, in as blunt a way as she could while still grinning like a fool, said they had changed—a lot. Seven then, with little charm but naked eagerness, wrapped her arms around B’Elanna and kissed her.

“We will marry,” she said, against B’Elanna’s mouth.

“Okay, relax,” said B’Elanna. “Maybe. Eventually.”

She kissed Seven again before she could keep arguing.

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b'elanna would be the one person at jury selection itching to be called on and desperate to be selected. "ask me a question" she says to the lawyers and the judge. "and another one. i got answers."

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like on the one hand I do think a lot of social media spaces and particularly fandom enclaves are way too quick to assume all critique is inherently negative and that all critique that is negative is a personal attack, but on the flip side of that I think there's also a bad tendency among many people to assume that someone with a negative reading of a text must somehow be more objective and therefore correct in their assessment than a person whose reading is positive

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Star Trek: Picard Stardust City Rag

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It's not Sci fi until there's a woman with a cunty fuck ass bob as far as I'm concerned

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me when i get a taste of my own personality thru someone else:  GOD i can not STAND them

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had a flashback to all the tags I got over the years that amounted to "it's kinda weird how you are invested in seeing romance between coworkers" and now I want to scream

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i think seven would propose to b’elanna after expounding on all the reasons she tried to repress her feelings, because “there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed,” namely the way her heart’s feelings for b’elanna were bound to embarrass her, and she speaks of “apprehension and anxiety, but her countenance expresses real security” that the consequence of her suit would be a happy outcome for her, bc she has struggled in vain, and it will not do and clearly b’elanna has no reason to say no. and b’elanna would have to sit there like “what the fuck.”