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#i'm back on my trek bullshit but then again i am never OFF of it so
cicaklah · 1 year
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star trek picard posting like its 2020 (bear in mind I am Not watching it I just have a lot of FEELINGS about something that ISNT EVEN A PLOT TWIST REALLY but cutting to save your eyes)
OH FOR FUCKS SAKE
bev deserves better. she deserved better than most of her plotlines lets be very real but her and picard dancing around each other was PART of why tng was Different and I genuinely love the episode where they get psychically linked and she realises that he's been in love with her for YEARS but is too Picard to do anything about it. Picard being bad with women is a plot thread I genuinely love, I find it very relatable, very unkirk about him. it is the subversion of the trope of spaceman with a lady on every planet!!! it is his hamartia! Apart from all his other flaws, which he has many!!!! because hes actually kind of a terrible person!!!!! but it is what makes him sad!!!!
THAT SAID....
if this ends up pressing any more of my stupid romance buttons I'm going to be forced to watch it???
OR AM I????
no. a line must be drawn!!!!! this far and no further!!!!!! I really loved s1 of picard in all its flawed glory for painting a picture of a federation and a starfleet that was starting to buckle under the strain of bad decision making and its ideals when it bit off more than it could chew. the glory days are gone. there is rot there. the federation went headlong from the dominion war into saving the romulans and it ruined them, it ruined everything, and we SAW this, we saw it in the new characters, in good officers and heroes outside of the system who should not have been there, old threads picked up and pulled on and unravelled, it stretched itself too thin. now, as with modern trek they still managed to do TOO MUCH, but on the whole...yeah. it worked enough. but much like disco s1 (which had very similar problems but ultimately wasn't bad) they ruined it with season 2.
anyway we know from the trailer that there is going to be holodeck shenanigans and Lore and other UTTER BULLSHIT and we probably will not have the nice nuanced 'how the fuck did we get here' minimum 3 episodes, explaining howe 50-something beverley crusher has a fling with picard and it goes so badly that when she gets pregnant she...never mentions it, literally runs away, no one either of them knows ever mentions it, she drops off the face of the galaxy to go do what I assume Seven was doing??? does seven know?? did she know??? doesn't the federation have some kind of MSF type of shit that she should be RUNNING?? THE WOMAN IS NEARLY 80 SHE SHOULD BE RUNNING THIS SHIT BY NOW.
(ALSO I KNOW I YELL ABOUT IT EVERY FUCKING TIME BUT THE LAST BEST HOPE WAS BETTER CANON THAN CANON SORRY I AM YELLING BUT LIKE A DECADE AGO BEVERLEY WAS IN A PLACE WHERE SHE WAS THE BEST CANDIDATE FOR JOINING THE VERITY BUT PICARD COULDNT GET OVER HIMSELF ENOUGH TO ASK HER AND I'M SORRY BUT THERE ARE OTHER JOBS IN THE GALAXY OTHER THAN NOBLE SPACE COASTGUARD OR SEXY SPACE PIRATE)
(IF SHE WAS A SEXY SPACE PIRATE SURELY RAFFI KNOWS ABOUT HER, OR RIOS, BUT OH WAIT HE DIED IN WW3 BECAUSE FOOD WAS BETTER BACK THEN)
(I AM STILL VERY ANGRY ABOUT SEASON 2)
anyway the only thing worse than all this isn't that somehow both troi and crusher are love interests whose plotlines revolve around the tragedgy that happened because they had babies with their strong space coastguard love interests, because that is bad, its not that once again the noble space coastguard man has been spermjacked by a woman like wot happened to worf and many other dudes across the series, the only thing worse that this is that its probably going to be a fakeout and they never actually did have sex.
(yes i realise that is a very stupid ending to this extremely stupid rant but sorry I will continue to be a complex idiot when it comes to star trek for as long as I live so help me god.)
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ride-a-dromedary · 3 years
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His stride broke. Data stopped. He stared into the forcefield. A friend. Inefficient phraseology, but he understood in the vernacular what was meant.
-Star Trek TNG The Descent Novelization by Diane Carrey
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missheis · 3 years
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Paradise Bound
Hello my loves! I'm petty, and, since I have gotten a few asks about Karl being married to you, I've decided to write a little something so we can all get over this discourse that keeps popping up; hopefully this solidifies me as The Bitch of Heis because I want everyone to enjoy our greasy man without having to deal with bullshit.
So! Without further Ado; enjoy my little Buttercup Brigade.
✨gender neutral ✨
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The cold winds of Romania had picked up that morning; the sun had set beautifully the night before, casting a refracting glass sheen against the undisturbed snow as you went to bed alone for the last time.
He'd left the day before, scouring for the perfect spot where you could be alone; unseen and only for his eyes.
It had been rough, sleeping, alone in a bed where usually your skin was alight with love and lust; where he was a fingertip away whenever you needed him.
Now you rose, the sun half set in the sky as you let your body wake from sleep. Your legs tossed over the side of the bed, taking your time to walk to the bathroom; disheveled hair pushed from your face as you slicked it against your head.
You could feel the tremors of anxiety in your fingers as you reached for your usual routine; heart beat fluttering like a caged dove in the warm afternoon sun as you took a brush to your tangled tresses.
You moved mechanically at the rest of your toiletries; teeth, face, arms. The cold water tingling your skin awake as your eyes looked into the mirror.
Heisenberg.
That's the name you'd take today; that's the name you had fought so hard for for so many years. The same name you'd cried to, longed for, wanted; it was yours.
Your smile slowly crept amongst your face, hands gripping the old sink in euphoria as you made your way to the wardrobe to pick your clothes for the days venture.
You knew he'd been discussing plans with the Duke for months now; what he would turn up in was a complete mystery to you, but, he'd made it clear to wear whatever you found suitable.
"What you wear doesn't matter." His voice rose over the whirring of machinery, hand taking yours in a gentle hold, "What you say does."
"Are you afraid of what I'll say?" You mused, lips upturned in a small smile as you squeezed his hand, "I've given you one yes, what makes you think I won't give you another?"
"People have given me a lot of things; they've taken them away too." His eyes found yours, stopping in his trek as he watched your face, "You can give me a yes, and still take it away if you want."
You frowned, taking his other hand in your own, "I don't take away from you, I give. I've given you my life, my time." Your lips rising again as your head tilted to watch him, "The only thing I'll be taking from you is your last name."
Your head swam in the carriage as Duke talked infront, your hands nervously clasped in your lap as you half heard his voice before you.
"Marriage is a beautiful union, dear. I'm sure Lord Heisenberg will take you to great heights in life. And death."
Your head nodded, chuckling softly to yourself as you watched the back of his head; "I'm sure of it too, Duke. I've hardly given him anything and he's given me...this."
Your voice wavered as your fingers played with the rough ring against your finger, your body suddenly hot as you watched the trees from the window grow denser; watching as Duke stopped the cart and allowed you out.
"You've given him plenty, darling. You've given him life, purpose, another mouth to feed." He chuckled, eyes watching as you walked around the front, "A warm body to hold at night. The power of love is a mysterious one, but, it's gotten us through the rises and falls of history. Kingdoms had been built and destroyed by love; and this is now your kingdom."
You nodded, the words slowly falling in and out of earshot as the winds whipped around you; watching him with soft, gentle eyes. "I...yes.."
"Wonderful." A cigar was lit, his lips taking it quickly as he shooed you with a free hand, "Now, go get married. I have to take you both back soon afterward."
A chuckle bubbled in your throat, eyes falling to the rocky trail that led deeper into the woods. "I will, thank you."
"No issue, my dear." His voice fell out of ear shot as you made your walk along the small path, eyes falling to the crooked and bare trees as the sunlight poured in in golden streams.
Your eyes watched the movement among them; the disgruntled growls assuring you that you were close, and precautions were to be taken had anyone not needing be there show up.
You could feel the trembling in your legs, the trees opening up into the small clearing as you watched him stand; cigar tossed aside as you came forward.
"Karl?"
"Who else, sweetie?" His voice held a playfulness, a bare hand coming to take your own as he pulled you close, "You were taking a bit, I was afraid you ran off on me."
"I wouldn't dream of it." Your head shook, taking in a deep breath as the Lycans grew nearer, your hands clasping over his tightly, "I...I don't even know what to feel right now."
You let out a nervous giggle, watching his face as he pressed his forehead against yours. "You look very handsome, though."
"Ah, aren't i always?" He pulled away slightly, hand still in yours as he guided you to the center, "Duke helped me, said I could deal with being pedigree for a day. Bastard."
"Well, he wasn't wrong." You shrugged, the anxiety and nervousness slowly seeping from you as you watched the man before you; a friend, a confidant, a lover.
"Never is, the big bitch." He let out a hot sigh, the cold morning air escaping on his breath, "But I'm glad he isn't. I wouldn't have you if he was."
He grinned, lips pressing to your cheek as your face flushed, "And I wouldn't be here."
Your hand came to his cheek, gently scratching at the stubble there as you took a step closer; lips barely against his. "You're right.." your lips pressed to his chin, eyes closing as another kiss encased your forehead. "But, we do have him waiting on us."
"We do, sadly." He pulled away, shuffling in his coats pocket; which had been washed and pressed to fresh fabric, "So, let's get on with it hm?"
"Let's." Your hand found the ring amongst your pocket, holding it in your palm as he did the same; "Are you ready?"
"I..." He swallowed, eyes darting around as his hand took yours again, "I've been ready."
Your heart fluttered, eyes alight as he watched you, "Good.."
"Well.." his voice cracked, eyes flicking from yours to the ground as his hand clenched around the band in his palm, "Buttercup, I don't have a lot to ask from you; not a lot I can think of right now anyway.." he smiled, your lips copying as you chuckled, "The only thing i want is you; as you've been, as you are, as you will be. I want you as mine and mine alone. So tell me you are."
Your head nodded, your fingers intertwined as he squeezed tightly against your palm; "I am." Your body pressed against his as the trees groaned around you, your throat tight as he took your hand to replace the band you've homed for the past year. "I always will be."
"Oh pumpkin, don't make me cry." Your hand pushed into his chest as he let out a short laugh, your body light as his arms wrapped around your waist, "Now go on, spill it; what are your demands?"
You rolled your eyes, lips pressed together in a tight smile, "My demands? Hm, well." You pulled away, watching as his arm outstretched to meet you, "I demand your love, patience." You turned from his grasp, muffled laugh behind your lips as he frowned, "Your protection, your confidence...I demand you; Karl Heisenberg."
He stood before you, your palm outstretched with the band in the middle. "If you can meet them, hold true to them; then take it."
You watched him falter, eyes looking to the metal before him as his body stilled.
Your hand dropped slightly, watching as he came to take it and encase it in both fists.
His eyes met yours again, welled with glass tears as he shook his head; "I can hold them, and raise them." He gently unfolded your palm, taking the ring to fit in it's final place.
You swallowed the tears that had rose, his hands coming to take your face in a gentle hold; lips in wait as you watched him.
"I take you, as you take me."
"And I take you as you are; as mine."
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satansphatass · 3 years
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Cold - Technoblade
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Hello - this is my first post so if you see this follow me because I crave human validation 😎👍
I originally posted this on wattpad but nobody was interacting so I’m posting it here :)
Word count: 1800
Trigger Warnings:  Blood/injuries
Pronouns: They/Them
Platonic/Angst/Whump
Summary: Y/n is injured and caught out in a snow storm - will anyone reach them in time?
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The snow stung against y/n's skin, they were starting to become numb all over from a combination of blood loss and the cold. They had been trekking along since the end of the war in L'manburg; which wasn't ideal seeing as they had been pierced by a piece of debris from the explosion.
The shock of Wilbur and Techno's betrayal stung more than the physical pain itself - they needed to get away, have a fresh start. They didn't tell anyone they were leaving and they doubted anyone had even noticed. Y/n had no clue where they were going and had had the misfortune of ending up in the snow.
The cold was really starting to have an effect on their body, their skin had a waxy look to it and they were shaking like a leaf due to the lack of a jacket - again, another big mistake on their part. If they didn't find anywhere dry and warm soon they feared that they would either bleed out or freeze to death - neither of which were very nice options. Their crisp white shirt was soaked through with crimson, they weakly tried pressing their hands up against the wound only for them to come away slick with blood.
As they pushed themselves up from the ground a spark of pain shot through their body causing them to sink even deeper into the snow; on second thoughts, maybe a nap wouldn't be so bad - the snow was nice and comfy after all. They curled up and slowly lost consciousness.
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Techno continued on his horse Carl, searching for his home that had secretly been in the works for months, it was hidden far away from L'manburg - he doubted that they wanted to see him after the little stunt that him and Wilbur had pulled. It was located by a village in a snowy land that he had just entered; he pulled his large cloak closer to him, it was thick and kept him warm even during the harshest winters.
He was starting to approach the forest near his home when he saw a small pink stain to his right, thinking it could be an animals print he approached. He jumped off of Carl and peered down at it - it looked to be a footprint, but nobody knew where he lived. That wasn't right.
He peered up to see more going up over a snow mound, he followed the trail to see them getting crisper and darker, they eventually joined together to make a continuous line of blood - these were clearly fresh, but the question was, who or what had caused them?
He made it to the top of the mound and looked down to see the trail lead to a large crimson stain against the fresh snow. He picked up speed and saw a mop of (hair length and colour) hair - he recognised that, it was y/n. What on earth where they doing out here?
He ran towards them in a state of panic - how long had they been here?! He fell to his knees beside them and flipped them onto their back. Their skin had a greyish-blue tint to it and frost had formed on their eyebrows and lashes. He unclasped his cloak and went to scoop them up when he was suddenly hit by the severity of the situation - they were bleeding out fast, like REALLY fast. He pushed his hands against the wound; even their blood was ice cold. He felt something nudging his shoulder and whipped around to see Carl by his side.
He weighed out his options and carefully wrapped them up in his cloak, the deep red a stark contrast to the fresh snow. He sat atop of Carl and rode into the forest with them in his arms. The silence was all of a sudden eerie and crushing compared to the peace he felt from it earlier. The trees sped past him in a blur and he finally made it to his quaint wooden cottage, he tumbled to the ground in a panic and dismounted y/n from his noble steed.
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Y/n lay there in the snow: it seemed more solid than before, and warmer, and- where were they? This definitely wasn't how they remembered it, the cold was no longer wrapping its death grip fingers around them, they no longer felt stinging on their front - infact they felt pressure wrapping round their middle.
They forced their eyes open slowly, that really did not help with the pounding in their skull. They gazed around the room, they could faintly make out a shape in the corner - it looked to be a rapier, they weren't interested in getting on this persons bad side. They didn't know where they were and were starting to panic - who had done this?
They could make out the faint shape of bandages by their waist, unfortunately their shirt was still stained - whoever had done this couldn't have even cleaned their shirt or something smh. Pick a struggle.
They pulled the blanket closer to them, it was very comfortable; it was quite heavy and had a fur trim around the edge almost like Techno's--
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Nononono- they couldn't be here. He had betrayed everyone. They had trusted him - to some extent anyways. They sat up abruptly - not smart. They let out a gasp of pain, the dark threatened to consume their vision. They placed a hand on the edge of the mattress to steady themself. After much trial and error they managed to sit upright.
They calmed themselves enough to take another look around the room. There were a few worn maps on the walls showing L'manburg and its surrounding areas - their heart ached at the sight of the familiar structures; party island, the podium, the various towers dotted all over the land - all gone, all blown up.
There was a small fire illuminating the dark room, and also the mass on the floor. Their blood ran cold - colder than it already was anyways - y/n had hoped for some time to leave before he got back. Luckily he was asleep on the floor and was a relatively deep sleeper. They slowly but surely pushed themselves up from the bed and wobbled towards the door, leaning on the walls for support. This was perfect, they would be able to make it away before he even woke up!
"What are you doing?"
Ah- turns out he wasn't a deep sleeper, that was a fatal flaw in the plan.
They slowly turned around to see a sleepy but amused Technoblade stood in the middle of the room staring at them.
"Uhh- I was going on a walk." ���🤠
"Is that so?"
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"Yup."
They started aggressively coughing, the speaking hurting their cold and sore throat.
"Get back in bed, you need to rest," >:(
"I'm fine, I don't need to rest - resting is for the weak."
"Everyone has to rest, even I rest."
"That's because your weak."
He stared them in the eyes, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
👁👄👁
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yeh."
"Get in bed."
"No."
"Yes."
It went on like this until he started to walk towards them - slightly pissed off. He picked them up and placed them onto the bed.
"I don't need to rest!"
As soon as they said that, coughs wracked their body.
"You sure about that?"
They quickly tried to sit up to run off while his guard was down - but he pushed them back down as soon as they attempted anything. He held their arms down so that they couldn't escape, they tried wriggling free but to no avail. They quickly gave up.
"As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily."
"What are you talking about- I'm" their sentence was interrupted by more coughing "-super -strong"
He gave them a skeptical look not buying a word of their bullshit.
"I'm gonna go get you some water for that cough, you stay right here - okay?"
They nodded.
He walked off and climbed down the ladder.
They crawled out of the bed, ignoring his very clear rules and made their way over to the map of L'manburg on the wall. They stroked the coarse paper littered with so many of their favourite places - the forest where they liked to make flower crowns for everyone, the cliff top where they could think about life and how it's so very meaningless. 😶
Y/n sunk to the floor; tears threatening to spill from their eyes. It was so unfair, a beautiful nation destroyed by power hungry people. They had no idea whether Wilbur was still alive, they never saw him after the explosion. They missed him, they missed the land before the government - where they would all dance to Wilbur's songs around the campfire speaking nothing of governments and laws.
"Y/n?"
Techno walked up behind them and hesitantly placed a hand on their back, not knowing what to do because, social situations are awkward dude - am i right?
"You good?"
They whipped around slamming their fist into his chest in a futile attempt to hurt him,
"It's all your fault!" They said through tears, "We trusted you!"
He took their fists in his hands, staying silent while they had their tantrum. They soon grew tired; slumping into his chest, staining his shirt with their tears. They stayed their for a while, his embrace warm but his attitude still cold.
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I did not proof read so if there is a section that got deleted or some shit then just let me know 🧍‍♂️
Please send me requests people (no smut/nsfw) - make sure to include pronouns pls.
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ld-link-sixteen · 3 years
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this is petty shit that made my morning shitty but I have to get it out so petty bullshit under the cut
3:30am; chest pain is so bad I can't sleep or stay awake? i live in what I assume is the last layer of hell before nearly fucking od'ing on acetaminophen and aspirin. i sleep for two very broken hours. friends is on tv
5:??am; young sheldon comes onto tv. i note this. i have no idea why, but it's there
6:07am; i check my phone. i can rest on this couch for thirty minutes more before i have to get up and do the books. i lay here for thirty minutes. mom is on the tv
6:15am; i check my phone. thirty minutes have not in fact passed. fine, i can lay here more. woo. i lay here for twenty minutes
6:26am; i check my phone. my eye twitches. what the hell kind of time is passing? fine in twenty minutes i have to get up good lord. i lay here for twenty minutes
6:34am; my coworker turns on the faucet (i did, in fact, know she was awake), which pulls me from whatever kind of sleep i was in for eight minutes violently. i gasped, body jerked, whole nine yards. i check my phone. i want to cry. i start the paperwork
6:45am; i run to the bathroom, and in that time my client(who is a one:one assist) gets out of her bed and also goes to the bathroom. the time gods take pity on me, and i get to her before she falls. my chest pain comes back stabbing me in the back, and i think i should have od'd. i tell that thought that it's not welcome here. i worry about what kind of pain i must actually be in if i only get two hours of releif
6:49am; i finish the paperwork. it's easy because we have three clients in the hospital, two left in the house. i begin gathering my shit. ive been here for sixteen hours. someone pulls in. i want to sob with my relief. i clean faster. i'm overwhelmingly nauseous. i pop a good ol prn
6:55am; i clock out early. no one blames me. i fill in my coworker about the restraints we were in(she subbed out at shift change, i had to stay). we talk about clients assaulting us with scary acceptance. i don't have the capacity to care
7:00am; i turn on the car. i use the antifreeze to wash the frost off my car. except it doesn't work, and the film left behind by my shitty wipers freezes anyway. it makes my vision worse. i decide to leave anyway. it takes my car a solid five minutes to defrost my windshield and ten minutes to actually heat up. i have a twenty minute commute
7:25am; i'm home. i decide on toast for my nausea. i want a mcgriddle. my mother comes down the stairs, and i scare her with my presence. she begins to complain to me about the child and how we don't have any juice (why didn't she get any at the store yesterday? the world will never know). i cancel the toaster
7:32am; i arrive at the local cumbies. i am, very obviously, having a bad day. i pay for the juice and the croissant sandwich i decide on. the gas station attendants absolutely talk about me after i leave. that's what i'd do. i never make the toast
7:40am; i bring the juice to the child. he screams at me. i just say goodbye. i gather my things and make the trek up two flights of stairs. the cat tries to drink out of my cup. i put her in front of her fancy water fountain. she stares at me like i've killed her mother in front of her
7:42am; another one of my cats gets into an argument with my brothers not-girlfriends cat. i just want to go to bed. i exile the other cat and scold mine. i feebly close my accordian door. it won't keep shit in or out. it makes me feel better
7:45am; i made the mistake of putting my drink on the floor. the cat's at it again. i snatch it out from under her face and go to put it on my dresser for the moment
7:46am; something on the floor squishes under my foot, then explodes. my foot is now covered in blue hair dye. a lot of it. i hop around on one foot trying to find a towel. the hair dye is dripping down the underside of my foot
7:47am; i find a towel. i am not going back downstairs. i am going to have blue hair dye stains on my foot for days
7:57am; i am finally in my bed. i begin my nightly ritual. yes, even tho it's morning. i am covered in hives. i don't care about that. i simply rip the bong so hard i cough for a few minutes. it does not bother me
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