#this just says so much about Kirk’s understanding of her position it’s not even funny

[williammr01]

So here’s my initial thoughts to Ep 12 of Gap and the series in general. Maybe I’ll go back and re-watch it in a few days, but I will re-watch it again when my bestfriend gets to watch it. I love that we got a happy ending. I’m happy that Saint accomplished what he set out to do :) This series has brought me a lot of happiness, and I’m going to be a life long fan of the actors. Everyone involved with the show did an amazing job, especially the director and the camera people.

I called the finale’s plot points back in the first episode (Mon going to England), them breaking up in ep seven (where Sam says Mon can’t take it back), although I wasn’t sure they would get married until Sam’s proposal in episode nine, but I was sure it would have a happy ending just based on the general vibe of the show. i.e. the cutesy sound effects, what was portrayed as funny, and other basic reactions they’d have the characters give. Really the tone of this show (and plot) is a mashup of Imagine me and You and But I’m a Cheerleader, with an undercurrent of Better than Chocolate. (I recommend BiaC, not so much the other two.) And I think those reasons are why I’m feeling underwhelmed about the finale right now. I don’t live in a blackhole, so I saw photos of the finale- and seeing the dresses and everything probably took out a lot of the magic and gay joy I would have had seeing them for the first time in the episode- but it doesn’t change how I feel about the progression of the episode. Or how I felt about the plot in general. I got the memo from episode one that this wasn’t going to be a character deep dive, but as long as I could understand and root for the characters, that was enough for me. Sam and Mon’s characters had more than enough explanation in the ep, I just felt like some of the time spent on them being heartbroken was wasted, just a little. I mean we had seen that multiple times from episode six on. I’m just happy Mon stayed and let Sam finish speaking on the highway. I’m overjoyed that Sam made the first move this time. Kirk and Grandma... just hell naw. I don’t buy Kirk’s redemption at all. This mf*er can only now SEE that Sam isn’t happy? Not all the time they’ve been engaged? Not once, in all of the “this company is my only happiness/I refuse to marry Kirk”s did he not get it? Not when Sam said it to his freaking face that she was going to love Mon to her heart’s content? gtfo Kirk. And to make HIM be the thing that finally let’s Grandma tell Sam she’d be okay with Sam being gay... I just. Setting aside the whole patriarchy having to approve bs, I’m so tired of the plot about the homophobes and the “boyfriend” being good people despite their toxic actions. I’m so sick of having to watch media about how it’s possible for them to change. 90% of Gap’s plot was for the queer community, and this 10% bs of trying to say that the show isn’t calling homophobes out/spread a positive message just makes me want to throw up. These two people were so fucking toxic to Sam and Mon, I don’t want Kirk to get a happy ending. I didn’t want to see him once again fucking up someone’s wedding by not following the color theme. I didn’t want to see him, period. Honestly Grandma didn’t bother me as much (not until her explanation to Sam, but I am not getting into that right now), although her talk with Saint made me roll my eyes so hard. I had to pause and take deep breaths to get through it. Don’t even get me started on Sam bowing to Grandma, I’m doing my best to forget that. And I get it, my media experience is not the same as their projected viewers. I get that this was a passion project for Saint, about opening up more eyes in Thailand; and that as a feel good piece of media, I shouldn’t have expected differently. Saint and everyone gave us so much- guys we got the cute version of the Devil Wears Prada with a touch of 50 Shades, and I will forever be grateful. But not what I wanted for the finale.  Overall, loved the series. Hate that we dropped the point of Mon knowing about Kirk being the mole, it would have been another good reason/justification for Sam to just stop all contact with Mon. Hate that we didn’t get a scene of Mon telling her parents about Sam and her breaking up. Just a little bit more time spent on the characters, and not on them crying, would have done a whole lot to turn this episode around for me. However, I loved how affectionate Sam and Mon were, even during the sad parts of the episode. The first scene and the car scene are the highlights for me. I will always be grateful that this show gave us Mon and Sam being so affectionate with each other as a whole. I know I spent a lot of this post complaining about the finale, but it doesn’t take away my love for this series. I still want dvds and merch and all that. I’m going to miss this show a lot, and will probably never look at Saturdays the same way again.

#long post #gap the series

[thebad---catholic]

My problems with AOS

Well here I am, 10 years late with an opinion no one asked for, but I have to write this down and throw into the void so that I can be at peace. I’ve been salty about this film franchise for a very long time now. This will mostly focus on Star Trek (2009) with the other two movies sprinkled in.

1. Starfleet

Honestly where do I even begin? In TOS, Starfleet was modeled after the navy (idk how accurately, but Roddenberry was in the air force so I’m assuming he’d know how all that works). You can get a feel for the chain of command, and everything feels natural with character ages and things like that. There’s a procedure for everything.

AOS Starfleet feels more like a high school club than an interplanetary exploration organization. Jim is supposed to be twenty-five when he gets the rank of captain- after he was almost expelled for cheating. He has no idea how to operate or run a starship. TOS Kirk moved through the ranks of Starfleet and was promoted on merit and leadership skills- he worked for his position.

Why was Jim the only person who knew what was happening when Nero showed up? Was there any requirements to joining to Starfleet other than get on the shuttle? Why did the linguist not know the difference between Vulcan and Romulan when they’re the linguist? How did Pike bypass the chain of command to appoint Jim Kirk as First Officer which was an obvious show of favoritism to someone was about to be thrown out of the academy? Why the fuck was he allowed to keep the title of captain? What the fuck?

Speaking of Jim.

2. Jim Kirk’s Character

I...don’t like Jim’s character in this film. It’s not terrible for a younger version of Kirk, but like I said though, there’s no reason Kirk should be this young. And in this one he’s just kinda a douche.

We know from TOS that Kirk gets around, but he genuinely cares for his exes, and in general respects women. He uses sex appeal as a strategy, but more than anything this comes off as a subversion of the femme fatal trope bc Kirk is a man. In the movie, he’s just a standard action movie protag who has lots of sex just because.

The scene when the Orion woman says she loves him and he replied “that’s so weird” is just...so weird? Like I can’t imagine Kirk doing anything in that situation than backing off and explaining that he doesn’t feel the same way. The scene continues with him hiding under the bed when Uhura walks in. Watching how the camera angle makes Jim out to be a voyeur made me uncomfortable then and it still does. It could be explained that Jim is trying to figure out Uhura’s identity or that he’s listening in and people look at who they’re listening to but like...she was in her underwear. You shouldn’t look at people while they’re getting undressed, especially when they don’t even know you’re there? Is that a hot take? Apparently.

In TOS there’s this really nice scene in This Side of Paradise(S1E24) where the whole crew is high (again) and has abandoned ship, leaving Kirk to tend to things. We see Jim move around the ship with a little clip pad and make the proper checks. This is a captain who knows his stuff. That is the Kirk we should have seen if we’re going to see Jim become captain.

AOS kirk goes through a standard “stop being an asshole” arc commonplace for male protagonists, but this happens well past the point he should stop being an asshole. Either the AOS series should’ve been a prequel with Jim becoming captain at the end of the trilogy, or he should’ve been older with a completely different arc- maybe coming to terms with his rank? Imposter syndrome? Learning to trust his crew and building trust with them? Building a friendship with Spock and McCoy? There’s a lot to work with here.

3. Spock and Uhura’s relationship

Why. Like why. For what. Por Que.

I like giving Uhura a bigger role, I don’t like making her a love interest to do that.

It doesn’t make sense for either of their characters. Lieutenant Nyota Uhura, linguist expert who handles all transmissions to and from the enterprise- an icon of black women’s representation is now demoted to Spock’s nagging girlfriend. This bothers me more than a little bit.

It manages to make even less sense for Spock. A hallmark of Spock’s character is his duality. He struggles to combat his emotions and the human half of him. His repeating character arc in TOS is coming to terms with humanity while upholding the Vulcan way of life. Having him in an established romantic relationship before this arc is supposed to happen just makes for a boring romantic subplot about a relationship that shouldn’t happen and that I don’t care about.

TOS Vulcan culture is kinda shitty. Explicitly patriarchal and stuff, and also kinda racist against humans. The source of Spock’s inner conflict is not himself but a society that views him as lesser for being half human. However, one thing that I can certainly understand from a “logical” (logic in quotations bc racism and sexism is fucking stupid) people is ritualized arranged marriages. It just...makes sense to me that Vulcans would simply have their mates chosen for them and then marry that person and be done with it. Neat. Logical. Conformity.

This makes Spock and Uhura’s relationship even stranger. Why would Spock go so against conformity that he dates someone before he truly comes to terms with himself? Even if they throw out ponfarr and arranged marriage, it still doesn’t work but now it especially doesn’t work.

My personal theory is that Spock and Uhura’s relationship was established purely to make shippers shut up. It’s no secret Spirk is the most popular ship from TOS. I have no doubt they knew this while writing the movie. So to quietly wrap a no homo on Spock and Kirk’s friendship, they use Uhura as a prop to do so.

The teacher/student dynamic should only be relegated to fan fiction and the throwaway line about oral sensitivity makes me cringe. Every. Time.

4. McCoy

Karl Urbans performance is easily my favorite part of this movie. He captures DeForrest Kelley so well it hurts. He made Leonard Nimoy cry. His chemistry with Pine made McKirk go from the most underrated triumvirate ship in TOS to rival Spirks popularity in AOS. His scenes with Zachary Quinto are just *chefs kiss*.

So why doesn’t he have more of a role? The triumvirate is missing a third.

In particular, there’s a scene where Uhura, Kirk, and Spock make their way down to a planet to talk to a Klingon. I can’t remember which movie it was or why, but Spock and Uhura were bickering and Kirk remarks “can we do this later?”

The line was funny. It would’ve been golden if it was McCoy and not Uhura.

A fantastic performance by an underutilized character in a movie where that character should’ve been at the forefront.

5. Representation

I am skeptical of any movie that advertises diversity. Nonetheless, it made me happy to know Sulu was going to be gay. This is Star Trek after all, known for its diversity and large LGBT fan base, and an homage to George Takai who’s a gay man irl. So whatever.

The fact that I wasn’t expecting much says a lot about the current state of LGBT rep in media but this blink-and-you-miss-it shit is really starting to get to me.

I mean he jus- he doesn’t even give his husband a KISS. Like why.

6. Destroying Vulcan

WHY. Oh god why.

This isn’t Star Wars, JJ. We don’t do that here.

Imploding Vulcan was the most god awful shock value bullshit plot device I’ve ever seen in a movie and it was done entirely to make Spock sad. Besides the gaping plot hole of “why did Nero go back in time to destroy Vulcan when he could’ve just saved Romulus” I’m just grasping to find a purpose for this particular event. New fans don’t care at all about Vulcan while I was enraged that they would do Amanda that dirty.

It’s not just that they did that, it’s more that they did it like that. Vulcan’s destruction should’ve caused a federation wide meltdown as the biggest catastrophe in the entire franchise. If they were gonna make the stakes so pointlessly high, they should’ve treated the destruction of Vulcan exactly how they would treat the destruction of earth. There a million ways to treat that event with more gravity and million better plot lines that don’t involve G E N O C I D E

7. Miscellaneous petty bullshit because I’m a baby

-lower the fucking stakes Jesus Christ

-Don’t like the set. It’s bright and white and boring and gives me a headache. You don’t need a remake of the old set but like have fun ya know? Shit looks like an Apple store.

-Christine and I are the same in that we are both soft and are thirsty for Spock. Imagine my surprise to learn she wasn’t fucking there. Same with Janice but I’m more pressed about Christine. I don’t even remember the name of that blonde doctor lady who is Not Christine but i didn’t want her.

-The costumes in AOS look boring but still don’t feel like a uniform either. I deadass think Chris Pines outfit in the SNL skit looked better than the actual movie (minor adjustments needed)

-I didn’t notice this at first but someone pointed out that women’s uniforms don’t signify rank and now I can’t not see it. I don’t...think this movie treats women good? Or McCoy? Or just people who deserve better?

-Lens Flare

-I get why they did it but I don’t like that they misquoted the opening theme to say “no one” instead of “no man”. I probably wouldn’t have even notice except they gave the line to Uhura. Comes off as just a touch too “yay feminism” which is really rich coming from that treated Uhura like an object to be looked at when she wasn’t too busy being Spock’s emotional support gf, and completely cut two women from the main cast.

8. Conclusions

If I could describe these movies in one word it’d be generic. Which sucks because Star Trek far from generic.

They’re fun to watch but not think about. It was nice that I got to see a Star Trek movie in theaters. I just wish it as the same Trek I saw on TV.

#star trek the original series #star trek tos #star trek aos #star trek alternate original series #jj abrams #jim kirk #captain kirk #dr mccoy #bones mccoy #spock #mr spock #lt uhura #nyota uhura #hikaru sulu #star trek #star trek headcanon #trekkie #trekker #star trekkin

[thelordofdarkreunion]

Magnificent Scoundrels- Prepare

Some character insight.  I’ll be doing what everyone thinks about the current situation.  As always, if you have any requests, cool ideas, criticisms, comments, or concerns, feel free to tell me.  Enjoy the story!

“Diplomacy isn’t worth a damn if you know all their secrets.”

Mass Effect Galaxy

The Citadel

Admiral Adam Vir sat quietly upon the balcony of his hotel room, staring out at the beauty of the Citadel.  A glass of something unknown and very fruity was in one hand, and his other was entwined with Sunny’s.  Her beautiful blue carapace was glinting in the light of the nearby sun, and she was perched upon a chair suitably reinforced for the Drev frame.  A ridiculous, but quite cheery, old song wafted through the air.   

“Everybody loves somebody sometime

Everybody falls in love somehow…”

It was rather like a vacation, he thought to himself as he settled back comfortably.  It was, indeed, one of the most vacation-like atmospheres he’d had in a while.  An absolutely gorgeous hotel room, with an equally stunning view, and complementary room service.  Being on the delegation team certainly had its perks.  Of course, a vacation was much more than location.  It was more with who you spent it with.  

“Everybody loves somebody sometime

And although my dream was overdue

Your love made it well worth waiting

For someone like you.”

Quite a fitting song, actually.  He’d never admit to choosing it.  He was cheesy, yes, but not quite that cheesy.  Or, at least, he thought he wasn’t.  He’d been told quite frequently otherwise.  Usually by Sunny.  

Too bad, though, that it wasn’t a vacation.  The imminent threat of massive destruction hung over the Citadel like a thunderhead.  He softly smiled at his own simile.  It was… well, actually quite literal.  From the balcony of his room, he would see the silhouette of the Watch Eternal, its massive bulk ready to rain destruction upon an half-suspecting populace.  

Strangely, he didn’t feel any tension.  He looked to his left with another small smile.  With Sunny around, everything just felt… right.  There were no problems, no tension, nothing he couldn’t handle.  Instead, there was only peace.  Tranquility.  Love.  

All of these thoughts were shattered by the pounding of boots on the hallway floor and a sharp rapping on the door.  Both Sunny and Vir shifted, both getting up with the alacrity of warriors.  Moving slowly towards the door, weapon in hand, covered by Sunny, he slowly opened it.  Never knew what to expect, especially in a high tension situation like this.  

Swinging open the heavy, old fashioned mahogany door revealed the grinning face of Peter Quill.  

“Adam,” he said.  Vir nodded inwardly.  Quill never bothered with titles, something that Vir approved of.  Always having nervous people call him ‘Admiral’ was bothersome.  “I wanted to talk to you.”  Vir nodded.  He gestured at Sunny with a half awkward cough.  

“Quill, this is Sunny, my weapon’s officer.  Sunny, I believe you already know of Quill.”  Sunny gave the Drev equivalent of a smile, though only Vir saw it.  

“Admiral.  Captain Quill.  I’ll take my leave.”  She walked past them and out the door.  

“Uh, yeah.  Sunny was just in here to discuss-”  Quill cut him off.

“I may be unobservant, but I’m not that unobservant,” he said.  Vir opened his mouth to say something (deny it, explain it, embrace it, he still didn’t know), but Quill waved his hand and plunked himself down in an uncomfortable looking chair.  “I’m in the same position, if it makes you feel any better.”  Yes!  Of course!  It was one thing remembering old movies and new briefings, but another entirely when someone was talking to you in person.  

“Yes… I, uh, rather suspected.”  He paused, thinking.  “Wait a minute…”  He recalled the advice given to him by Drake, seemingly a lifetime ago.  He had kept it in mind ever since.

I won’t tell anyone.  You can trust me with that.  In fact… well, I can’t tell you, now can I?  That would be me breaking trust.  Let me give you a bit of advice, though.  Keep it a secret, because there are people who will kill you for it.  

“Did Drake give you the same advice?”  Quill looked up sharply. 

“Yeah.  Yeah, he did.”  He laughed.  “That’s funny.  Matter of fact, I wonder if anyone else  on the team is… in our position.  There are certainly people who could be.”  Vir rubbed his chin, considering.  

“Drake straight up told us he doesn’t care.  He might be, but… you never really know with that guy.”  Quill nodded.

“True.  Very true.  What about Master Chief?” Quill asked. 

 “I don’t think he even understands the concept of romantic love,” snorted Vir in response.  “There aren’t aliens were Cooper’s from, so no for him.  Kirk?” “Maybe.  Still not sure.  He’s kinda a more classic good by-the-books officer.  At least compared to us.  Don’t know much about him,” said Quill.  “Cain?  He’s been on your ship.”

“Ha.  Cain’s job description is to shoot people like us through the head, so, definite no.” 

“Solo?”

“Also no.  But Shepard…” trailed off Vir.  

“Maybe.  Got enough hot aliens on his crew.”  Quill stood up.  “And from what I’ve heard, they don’t care about inter-species relationships here.”  That was true.  The galaxies of Shepard, Kirk, Quill, and Solo didn't seem to care as much about that sort of thing.  

“Weird how that works; some places don’t care, some do, some people care, some don’t,” observed Vir.  He looked back up to the shadow of the Watch Eternal.  It seemed much more menacing now.  

“Yeah.  But that wasn’t the reason I came here in the first place,” replied Quill.  He leaned forward.  “I wanted to know: can I count on your support if shit hits the fan, which it might?”  Vir nodded.

“Yes, you can.  Let’s hope it doesn't come to that.”  

Thomas Drake sat alone in his room, the shut shades throwing light from bedside lamps in strange patterns around the room.  A glass of simple lemon water sat on the broad desk he was occupying, idly making a ring in the synthetic wood.  The hotel air conditioner hummed in the background, its noise enough to drive most into turning it off and complain to the management about its incessant racket.  Not Drake.  He had chosen to turn it on to maximum, the frigid air welcome on the horribly scarred tissue of his arms and chest.  His usual jet black greatcoat, boots, and gloves had been discarded and were now carefully hung in the borrowed closet.  

Drake did not simply wear them as a fashion statement.  Oh, of course, they fit his style, intimidated his enemies, and brought out his most handsome features, but, like him, there was much more than met the eye.  Tailored by a master to perfectly suit him, every item was woven with fibres strong enough to stop bullets, and a small cooling system in each one save the gloves.  Drake looked sardonically at the skin of his upper arm.  Yes.  Cooling systems were necessary.  The sweat glands of his body had been ravaged by wound after wound, by horrifying burns and scars.  The worst was on his chest, the ancient reminder of his old platoon.  Many burn victims, or those with extensive scarring, had trouble regulating their body temperature.  Not him.  No weakness would slow his inexhaustible march.  The outfit covered all the weakness, all the pathetic failings of his flesh.  In it, he was Thomas Drake, mercenary extraordinaire and the most interesting man in the galaxy.  Flawless.  Handsome.  The epitome of personal perfection.  

The scars never reached his face. Many people knew of them, but it was never public knowledge.  His crew had seen him shirtless; for the most part they knew the story.  Various… individuals knew of them, having the chance to gaze on them in intimate moments.  He smiled quietly to himself.  The old adage that scars were attractive was quite true for some.  Of course, his charisma was enough to twist even the most hideous of burned tissue into captivating items of personal valor.  Those… individuals would not share his secret.  

The boots were armored and magnetized; additions that had saved his life in more than one occasion.  The gloves were specially made to be able to grip things better than a normal human hand would, and electric circuits ran through them, allowing Drake to stun or kill with a single punch.  

The coat also had another purpose: concealing weapons.  The results of this purpose were currently spread over the desk in Drake’s room.  There was no way he was going into a situation such as this without a plethora of deadly weapons at his command.  Too much was unknown, too much was riding on his contract and reputation.  So these devices… insurance.  Circuitry was cleaned, bullets loaded, plasma cores were analyzed, and armor double, then triple checked.  

He sighed, then leaned back in his chair.  Perhaps he should go out… maybe for a drink.  Scout out the area.  Eat at the new (to him) restaurants of the citadel.  No.  Not yet.  Those were all distractions.  Duty first.  Business before pleasure.  He went back to loading bullets into the dozens of magazines scattered around his workspace. 

#magnificent scoundrels #writing #my writing #story #fanfic #scifi #sci-fi

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 15: 2x03 The Paradise Syndrome

I have seen this episode once before and I remember it being pretty awful... but tbh, I didn’t think it was so bad this time around. Maybe that’s just because my expectations were, like, Spock’s-Brain low. It definitely had issues but there was stuff I liked too!

Hmmm, that’s not the bridge. It appears to be... California?

Wondering what people might be so “blessed by this environment”--what a manly he-man action/adventure guy thing to say, amirite?

How does Spock know the significant markers of all the Native American tribes at a distance, off the top of his head?

(Answer: he doesn’t; all of this information is wrong and also one of those tribes is completely made up lmao.)

Honestly, who’s to say these people aren’t advanced? How do YOU know?

“Just so peaceful... no command decisions.” Oh no, Jim’s feeling Romantic again.

Honestly, imagine this characterization in AOS: overworked starship captain think he wants a break (but is wrong). Beyond made a vague attempt but missed what it is that Kirk finds stressful about command--it’s not that it’s boring, it’s the weight of the responsibility and the inability to find love.

Although funnily enough, even on his Native American Vacation, he still finds himself in a command position. He just can’t be stopped. Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Oh no, the obelisk ate him.

Maybe these people specifically built the obelisk so that they could return to this idyllic ““primitive”“ state, hmm? Maybe they like their lives this way. Maybe they experienced "progress" and then decided that whatever era of their development looked like indigenous American peoples had it right. (This is not correct but it roughly is the plot of Errand of Mercy so I’m not without precedent.)

Spock’s using simple tools to explain his point to Bones lol. “Here, let me dumb it down for you, lesser man of science.”

“Who am I? What are these?” Cpine morning voice: “This must be a dream!”

Kirk looks so confused. The god from the obelisk.

“The engines are showing signs of stress.” Seems to me like SCOTTY’S showing signs of stress.

And yet the music is so whimsical.

Honestly Kirk’s expression here = Denny Crane’s when in a meeting

White man brings CPR, is hailed as god. (I wish I were making this up.)

Damn, Salish has been demoted. How embarrassing for him.

This is a VERY interesting Spock. He does all his calculations, but the he takes all the risks. He’s very certain and single-minded, almost obsessed, not afraid of anything. I think it’s IC but I also think you can see some Kirk influence, perhaps... You can see how Spock has grown in his command abilities since The Galileo Seven.

The wise ones = the aliens.

“He died before he could tell Salish the secret” to opening the Obelisk and stopping the asteroid. That IS unfortunate.

“How does this shirt open?” Lol.

“Your name is Kirok?” “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

“I’ve never been this happy and peaceful.” Funny how he looks neither happy nor peaceful. Maybe it’s something like “I’ve never been this happy and peaceful...and I don’t like it.” Or “I’ve never been this happy and peaceful... there must be something wrong.”

“Here there is much time. For everything.” No there isn’t, there’s an asteroid coming.

Kirk’s cottage core fantasy.

Poor Scotty, so stressed out. Maybe he needs some time with the indigenous aliens.

The Joining Day? Lol okay.

Kirk has no chill, at all. “Oh, you want to get married? Tomorrow? Okay!!” Is this how Gary was able to successfully distract with him the blonde lab technician?

The “stardrive.”

“Estimated repair time?” “FOREVER.”

“And you lost Jim.” Cool it Bones, there’s no need to be cruel. Spock’s already in his thinking pose so you know he’s taking this seriously.

Love Spock’s chair. That’s not Starfleet regulation.

“I have found paradise.” Is he high??

Requisite highly choreographed fight scene.

“You’ve barely eaten or slept for weeks.” That’s because he’s worried about Jim. And the giant asteroid. This is a great Spock and McCoy scene though.

I can’t believe this. Spock lies down (barely!) and McCoy just leaves like he actually thinks he’s won, and then Spock immediately gets up again to go back to work.This guy is even easier to fool than Sarek.

You know Spock spent his whole adolescence going "Sure, I'll do the thing" and then just not doing it.

“A strange lodge that moves through the sky...” Well okay.

Okay I’m sorry, is he sensing the enterprise or is he sensing SPOCK? Because most of this dialogue might just imply he’s generically remembering his old life... but he also specifically says that the “flying lodge” was farther away and now it’s closer again, and how he could he know that otherwise?

She’s pregnant? That’s not good lol. AWKWARD.

Also the closest that TOS will ever come to acknowledging people have sex.

Omg he made a lamp. He made a lamp on his first day there. Does this imply that Captain Kirk had an arts and crafts phase?? Like CPR I understand him knowing--I’m sure everyone in Starfleet does. But hand-carving a lamp? That’s a whole other skill.

Various cultures including “certain Vulcan offshoots” use music notes as words omgggggg I love this information PLEASE tell me more.

“The Preservers” is a good concept imo. Nifty sci fi innovation: taking aliens from endangered places and giving them a new place, then setting it up nicely for them.

Stop throwing things guys! It’s not helping!

“I need Nurse Chapel.” Damn right you do.

Spock really doesn’t like that “wife.” He sounds like “Wife?? How dare??”

Then he suggests it’s a hallucination even though there’s a woman right there.

"Naturally, since he did not come from there. He's my man, get your paws off him."

Vulcan mind fusion? What the heck is that? How is it season 3 and they still don’t know what to call it?

“He is an extremely dynamic individual.” Spock was really taken for a ride in that brain.

“The landing party is expendable.” There’s the Captain.

“I have an excellent eye for musical notes.” Brag.

“Just press the right button.”

Looks like Spock was the god they wanted all along.

Okay, that was an uncool ending though. I know they basically had to kill Miramanee as soon as she was pregnant but like, there was also no reason for her to be pregnant??? I would have preferred if (1) Miramanee hadn't been pregnant, (2) Jim got over her as soon as he regained his memory and (3) she lived and they just parted awkwardly.

Also I think it would have been nice if they had ended with the Enterprise explaining to Salish how the obelisk works, and then maybe even a hint that he and Miramanee will get back together. Like, maybe not that, since I’m not a fan of women just being used to, like, make men feel better--though I’m also not a fan of them being fridged because of Inconvenient Baby--but he should have at least gotten his position back and, more importantly, the knowledge he was always entitled to. Also, the very existence of an asteroid deflector, along with the people’s extensive knowledge of what weather signifies Oncoming Asteroid, implies this happens to them with some frequency. So in other words, the threat will return.

Plus Salish never got enough credit for being right, which he was! The whole time!

Oh and also I would have liked some acknowledgement that Jim does like being Captain. If you watch the whole show, you know that he occasionally bemoans the stress and his inability to maintain a romantic relationship, despite his love of long walks on the beach, but that he’s also ambitious, he loves exploration and adventure, he gets bored if left in one place too long, and he believes in the necessity of progress and discovery to keep not just individuals but societies from stagnation. But if you just watched this episode, you’d think he’d never been happy in his entire life, and that returning to command makes him miserable.

Aside from the Native American stuff--which was awkward and rather unnecessary and has aged, as you might imagine, very very poorly--I actually didn’t hate the episode. It had some VERY interesting Spock stuff, which I think is within a reasonable Spock characterization, and some great Spock and Bones moments. Kirk’s story line was surprisingly engaging for him being completely separate from the crew, and the general theme that he sometimes needs, or thinks he desires, a break from command, is definitely in keeping with other episodes. I liked the asteroid as the Big Danger, which was surprisingly dynamic--by which I mean, it did a good job of connecting the very disparate story lines on the Enterprise and on the planet. I also liked the Sci Fi Concept of the week in the Protectors. And it was interesting to see an ep take place over a longer period of time.

None of this is to downplay how awkward the Native American elements are--incredibly fetishistic, and also lazy--like, “I want to show something Simple and Idyllic...I know! Indians!” There was no reason they should look like American Indians. In fact, it makes no sense that they do: the Protectors take peoples from planets that are about to be destroyed and (somehow) discreetly move them somewhere else, but Native American peoples still.... very much exist? And so does Earth as a whole. So obviously these aliens weren’t transplanted from Earth. So why should their culture resemble some awkward mishmash of Native American cultures?

So overall I’d say, the ideas of the episode, the structure, the characterizations (mostly), and the overall ideas were good, but it was just very awkward and unfortunate that it chose the... aesthetic that it did--especially because it was very much an aesthetic choice and not a well-thought-out, culturally sensitive one. Gonna be honest and just chalk that up to it being 1968 though.

Next is And the Children Shall Lead, which I actually think was one of the first TOS eps I ever saw... But I don’t remember it at all.  So we’ll see!

#the year 2021 #2021: star trek #star trek tos #2021: fandom thoughts

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DC: The High-School AU: The Series: The Staff (the musical)

So I finally cast the school staff and teachers for my DC High School AU, which I thought some of you would have some fun with! I took the subject list from a fairly fancy looking private school, because only schools you have to pay for have their subject lists online, so I’m probably offering way more classes than your average state school, but hey, it’s my AU and I wanted to cram in as many supervillains, obscure heroes, and bad jokes as possible.

Admin & Staff

Principle - Amanda Waller

Deputy Principle & Treasurer - Noah Kuttler (the Calculator)

Nurse - Myra Mason (she was Dr Midnite’s nurse and love interest in the 40s & 50s, then got fridged, but I’m unfridging her and giving her a job with much better survival prospects)

Councillor - Ethel Peabody (she’s a psychiatrist from the Gotham TV show, and also in my headcanon, Amanda Waller’s sister)

Librarian - Stanislaus Johns (The Librarian. I considered bookworm for this job but he’s literally called the Librarian, what was I supposed to do, not use him?)

Admin Staff - Laura Conway (Superman supporting cast and occaisional vampire), Mabel Martin (Riddler’s secretary), Theresa Collins (Goldstar, also Booster Gold’s secretary)

Business

Loren Jupiter (aka Mr Jupiter the richest and therefore most thrustworthy man in the world) - Business 101, Business Law, Entrepreneurship

Wesley Dodds (Sandman) - Business Communications

Annabeth Chamberlain (Brimstone) - Marketing, Hospitality & Tourism (she doesn’t work in tourism, but I figure anyone who can waitress while also having the power to set people on fire and damn them to hell and keeps her job probably knows a whole lot about customer service)

Family & Consumer Science

Miss Tribb (Lobo’s childhood teacher who inexplicably survived the extinction of their species) - Childhood Developement, Early Childhood Education

Neil Richards (The Mad Mod) - Texiles/Sewing, Fashion

Tenzil Kem (Matter-Eater Lad) - Food & Nutrition

Finance

Noah Kuttler (The Calculator) - Personal Finance

Foreign Languages

Matron Bertinelli (Nu52 Huntress, who I’m declaring a sepperate character and the aunt of pre-52 Huntress because they’re radically different characters and I like both of them) - ASL, Italian

Chang Jie-Ru (Nu52 Yo-Yo) - Chinese, AP Chinese

Yolanda Montez (Wildcat II) - Spanish, AP Spanish

Barbara Minerva (Cheetah) - Latin

Health Sciences

Myra Mason - Emergency Medical Responder training

Charles McNider (Dr Midnite) - Anatomy & Physiology, Health Class

IT

Brian Durlin (Savant) - Computer Programming, Web Dev

Jennifer Lyn-Hayden (Jade) - Digital Art 101

Arnold Wesker (Ventriloquist) - 3D Animation, 3D Graphics (I don’t know why but the idea of Wesker as an animator just tickled me. Obviously his real passion is stop-motion, but he learnt 3D because there were more jobs)

English (the fancy private school called this ‘language arts’ which is so prentious it makes me feel slightly nauseous)

Wesley Dodds (Sandman) - English Language, AP English Language

Rac Shade (Shade the Changing Man) - English Literature, AP English Literature

Chloe Sullivan (the worst character in the Smallville TV show, a hotly contested position) - English Language, Communications 101, supervises the School Paper and the Yearbook

Shelly Gaynore (The Whip III) - Englist Literature, Creative Writing

Basil Karlo (Clayface) - Intro to Shakespeare

Nick Scratch (officially his supervillain name is just Scratch, but I refuse to consider that a code-name, looking at you Drake) - Communications 102: Public Speaking

Mathematics (which has a 100% villain make-up, which seems accurate from what I remember of high-school maths)

Noah Kuttler (The Calculator, because I think I’m funny) - Pre-Calc, Calculus, AP Calculus

Harlan Graves (The Underbroker) - Stats, Algebra 1, Algebra 2

Angelo Bend (Angle Man, becuase I know I’m funny) - Geometry, Trigonometry

PE (I realise this is probably too many PE teachers but there are a lot more caonical althetes than just about any other job in the DCU except maybe scientist)

Lawrence Crock (Sportsmaster, you knew this was coming) - Gym, Weight Training, coaches Baseball, Basketball, Tennis & Hockey

Lisa Snart (Golden Glider) - joint-coaches Cheerleading, coaches the Drill Team, Wrestling

Randy Hanrahan (Stallion) - PE, joint-coaches Cheerleading & Cross-Country, coaches Football

William Everett (Amazing Man) - PE, joint-coaches Cross-Country, coaches Track & Field

Matron Bertinelli (Huntress, sort of) - coaches Soccer & gymnastics

Performing Arts

Lisa Snart (Golden Glider) - Dance

Hartley Rathaway (Pied Piper) - Music 101, Music Theory, Composition, teaches Guitar & Percussion

Isaac Bowin (The Fiddler) - Music 101, AP Music Theory, leads Jazz Band, Orchestra, Marching Band

Siobhan Smyth (Silver Banshee) - part-time, leads the Choir and teaches singing

Basil Karlo (Clayface) - Theatre, Theatre 101

Simon Trent (Grey Ghost) - Theatre, Theatre 101, Film Studies

Ted Kord (Blue Beetle) - Theatre Tech

Mary Louise Dahl (Baby-Doll, from B:TAS) - Film Studies, Video Production

Betty Bates (Lady-at-Law, who is technically owned by DC now due to corporate buy-outs) - Debate

Science (do you have any idea how hard it is to pin down areas of specialisation for comic book scientists? TNT is on this list entirely because he’s the only actual honest-to-god professional chemist I could find)

Kirk Langstrom (ManBat) - Biology, AP Biology

Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) - Biology, Environmental Science

Thomas “Tex” Thomas (TNT) - Chemistry

Achilles Milo (Professor Milo, again not really much of a code name) - Chemistry, AP Chemistry

Will Magnus (I refuse to even dignify it as a code-name) - Physics, Earth Sciences

Ray Palmer (The Atom) - Physics, AP Physics

Adam Strange (DC is just doing this to fuck with me, personally) - Astronomy

Social Studies & Humanities

Barbara Minerva (Cheetah) - World History

Maxie Zeus (ffs) - World History, AP World History (fun fact, Maxie was canonically just a normal history teacher before he got lightning powers, became convinced he was Zeus incarnate, and set out to become a criminal, making him my favourite DC mobster by a country mile)

Terry Long (aka one of the only characters to really deserve to get fridged) - US History, AP European History

Eobard Thawne (every code-name he has is stupid, but lets just go with Reverse-Flash as the least awful option) - US History, AP US History

Nick Scratch - US Government, AP US Government, AP Comparative Politics

Rex Tyler (Hourman) - AP Art History

Magdalene Kyle-Burton (Sister Zero, she’s a sometimes-nun and a sometimes-sister to Catwoman) - Comparative Religion

Michael Carter (Booster Gold) - Economics, AP Microeconomics, AP Macroeconomics

Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) - Psychology (there is exactly one heroic psychiatrist in all of comics, and I’d already used Dr Fate elsewhere. Scarecrow seemed like the least bad option of the remaining pool for being around children, and he does at least have teaching experience)

Adam Strange - Sociology

Betty Bates (Lady-at-Law) - Law

Richard Occult/Rose Psychic (it’s complicated, lets just say Dr Occult and leave it at that) - part-time, Criminal Justice

Technology & Engineering

Ted Kord (Blue Beetle) - Electronics, CAD, Woodworking

John Henry Irons (Steel) - Engineering, Metalworking

Will Magnus - Robotics

Visual Arts

Linda Lee/Danvers (she’s Supergirl, but I’m making her a different character from Kara Danvers/Kent because the DCU is really short on artists and I needed someone to teach the damn class, although the only thing that really makes her distinct from other supergirls is that she fucked a horse that one time and IDK how that will translate into a personality...) - Ceramics, AP Studio Art: 3D Design, Art 101

Rex Tyler (Hourman) - Graphic Design, Drawing, AP Studio Art: Drawing

Jack Knight (Starman) - Painting, AP Studio Art: 2D Design, Art 101

Jennifer Lyn-Hayden (Jade) - Photography

So there you go - I’ll be honest I still don’t really understand how high-schools in the USA work, and I have no idea what Design studio art even is so I kind of assigned those ones at random, but now it’s done and cannot be changed.

As always this universe is open to prompts so if you want a chapter focussing on any of these characters just drop me an ask or a comment and I’ll see what I can do. Making Dr Occult & Rose Psychic a single gender-fluid person is already on my list to do, since that’s who I thought they were for a longest time when I started reading comics and I’m still kind of annoyed that isn’t canonically what’s going on.

#teen titans fanfiction #amanda waller #ted kord #booster gold #supergirl #john henry irons #will magnus #adam strange #betty bates #ray palmer #maxie zeus #hs au #my fics #my fic #highschool never ends

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can you do an artemis x reader based off of either crush culture by conan gray or scary live by the neighbourhood? sorry if you don’t do song-based fics, i wasn’t sure. thanks anyway!

A/N: I haven’t written a songfic in so long, so I hope I still have that magic! I use to exclusively write them! I hadn’t heard of either of these songs, so I listened to both and went with Scary Love! Also decided to put them both in college bc I’m a sucker for two nerds meeting at a party (Also I’m a simp for cuddles and kisses 

Masterlist

Move to the city with me

Don't wanna be alone

Don't wanna be alone

You're too pretty for me

Baby, I know, it's true, yeah

It was rare Artemis went out with friends, it was even rarer that he followed them to a party. But here he was at some frat house on a Friday. He had ditched his friends five Fridays in a row and he was starting to feel bad about saying no every time. He told himself he just needed to go to one party and then he could say no without feeling guilty. 

He was holding a red solo cup full of a mix between fruit punch and vodka. It was honestly terrible, but by holding it fewer people walked up and asked him if he wanted a drink. He wanted to leave, but he felt bad ditching his friends when they were absolutely wasted. 

The pop music was beginning to give him a headache so he headed outside. He was surprised that the police hadn’t been called to tell them to turn it down. Not technically leaving the party, but he went far enough away that maybe he could just take a break from this mess. Hopefully, his friends would be ready to leave soon. He wasn’t looking forward to babysitting the three of them. 

You look better when you first wake up

Than anybody else I've fucked

Baby, I got good luck with you

I didn't know we'd get so far

And it's only the start

Baby, you got me worried 

Outside a few stragglers were sitting in the grass. Including a couple of people making out. Artemis began walking around the house to find a quiet place to sit.

“Artemis?” He turned towards the voice and saw a girl he recognized from his political sociology class. They were the only two people who regularly talked and answered the professor’s questions. She was highly intelligent and was a decent debater. 

“(Y/n).” He smiled and walked towards her. He sat down next to her. She was sitting in the grass with a book. When he sat down she put her bookmark in and held her book to her chest. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” She looked over at him with a small smile. 

“I didn’t expect to spend my Friday here.” He smiled back at her. Maybe it was the vodka in his system or maybe he was just really happy to be around her. 

Your love is scaring me

No one has ever cared for me

As much as you do, ooh

Yeah, I need you here

Your love is scaring me

No one has ever cared for me

As much as you do, ooh

Yeah, I need you here

“Do you make it a point to come to parties and sit outside to read?” He teased. She laughed and looked at her book.

“No, I have an essay due tomorrow night and I’ve been putting it off.” She sighed. “My friends forced me to come. They’ve asked me every Friday and I’ve finally run out of excuses they’ll buy.” Artemis felt his face heat up. She was smart and socially awkward like him. 

“What’s your essay about?” He gently took the book from her. ‘Controlling Desires’ by Kirk Ormand. He smirked and flipped through the book. 

“It’s supposed to be about comparing translations to direct sources. However, this dude found new fragments and he credited them to Sappho, but it really seems that he made them up. I asked the professor if I could write about that instead. She said yes, but now I’m regretting it.” Artemis watched her nervously pulling and fidgeting with grass. He noted how nervous she seemed. “I know, I’m a huge dork. I just like sociology and classics.” 

“You’re not a dork for enjoying school.” He nudged his shoulder against hers and she smiled at him. “If I wasn’t here I would probably be reading.”

“What would you be reading?” She asked, watching him flip through her book. 

“Well, seeing this book makes me want to re-read Ovid’s Metamorphoses.” She turned towards Artemis and her whole face lit up, she had a nervous smile. 

Ridin' through the city with me

Just watching you glow

I'm in the passenger sea

You're in control

It's on you now, mhm

“This might be a little forward, but do you want to come back to my dorm?” He watched her fiddle with more pieces of grass. He was surprised by how forward she was, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed by her. She had guts.

“My friends, they're wasted and I really need to make sure they get home safe.” He watched her face fall, causing him to wince. “I would really like to, it’s just-”

“It’s okay, really I shouldn’t have asked-”

“(Y/n)! Are you ready?” Artemis looked over to see two girls looking over at the two of them curiously. Before he could say anything else she gently took her book back, gave him a small wave, and left with her friends. 

That was the first girl that’s expressed interest in him since coming to college. He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged his legs. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in her. She is smart, passionate, and cute. He liked the way her eyes lit up when she started talking about something she liked and how she never backed down in class, no matter how many people were against her. He was afraid she wouldn’t like him back, but she just asked him out and he said no. 

“I’m an idiot.” He muttered into his legs. 

You look better every day, I swear

Really, it's a little unfair

Baby, I'm star-struck by you

Didn't know we'd get so far

And it's only the start

Baby, you got me worried (ay)

Artemis managed to wrangle his friends and get them back to their respected dorms before he was standing outside her residence hall. He felt weird knowing where she lived, but she complained about it one time to him in class. It had no AC and the hot water only worked half the time. He had no idea what his next move would be, he didn’t have her phone number and he didn’t even know where her room was. 

“Hey?” He turned around and there she was for the second time. She was still clutching her book from earlier. “What are you doing here?”

“I got my friends home and I thought I’d come by if your offer still stands of course. I understand if you want me to leave.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his feet, failing to notice her small smile. “Why aren’t you inside?”

“I walked to my friends' home, they live a couple halls away.” She looked at him nervously. “Do you want to come up to my room? My roommate went home for the weekend. I have a really cool Greece and Rome translation book you may like.” 

“That sounds like fun.” She walked over to Artemis and gently grabbed his hand, leading him inside the building. 

Your love is scaring me

No one has ever cared for me

As much as you do, ooh

Yeah, I need you here

Your love is scaring me

No one has ever cared for me

As much as you do, ooh

Yeah, I need you here

Her room was nice and orderly except for her desk. She had at least twenty books stacked on the desk, papers filled with notes, and old quizzes. He looked over and saw the last paper they had gotten back from political sociology. 

“You got a 99 out of 100?” He asked, he knew she was good at the class, but he hadn’t realized that she was probably the top student in the class. Even with his paper, he got a 95, but he credited most of that to the fact he didn’t grow up around American politics as she had. He looked over at her, her face was flushed red and she looked embarrassed. 

“Yeah, I put that paper through the wringer. I got a 98 on the first one. My goal is to get a 100 on the last one, but I may have bitten off more than I can chew with my topic. What are you writing about?” 

“Political Polarization found in non-fiction books unrelated to politics. What about you?” She smiled widely.

“Conspiracy theories and political polarization. Lord knows how many crazy videos I’ve had to watch for the paper.” They both laughed. “So, I’m a pretty straightforward person, so hopefully this doesn’t freak you out, but I really like you. I think you’re smart and funny and I would be so mad at myself if I didn’t tell you that before the end of the semester.”

 If we fall apart

Maybe it wasn't meant to be

If we fall apart

Then it was our favorite dream

Ooh, ooh, yeah

“I like you too.” He whispered he could barely believe this was happening. But she was standing in front of him with an unreal smile. He couldn’t help but smile back. “This may be the vodka talking, but do you want to make-” She gave him no chance to finish as she pressed her lips against his. 

Without breaking away they both made it towards her bed, well he assumed it was her bed because she led him to it. Breaking away she jumped up on the twin-sized bed and shyly smiled at him. 

“Lowkey, I have liked you since the beginning of the semester. Do you want to make out and cuddle? It’s kind of late to walk back. Don’t you live across campus? You’ve also been drinking so it’s unsafe anyway to walk back alone and if I walk you back then you’d have to walk me back and it would just be an endless cycle.” She talked so fast Artemis thought he was experiencing whiplash. He smiled and jumped up on the bed next to her. 

“Cuddles and making out sounds like a great plan.” He didn’t think it was possible, but her smile grew as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He placed one hand on her cheek and the other on her waist as they resumed kissing. 

Your love is therapy

No drug can give me clarity

As much as you do, ooh 

Yeah, I need you here 

Your love is scaring me 

No one has ever cared for me 

As much as you do, ooh 

Artemis woke up the next morning with a minor headache. He tried to move but realized something was on top of him, one of his arms, in particular, felt as if it was on pin and needles. He must have been in this position for a while for his arm to fall asleep. He looked down and saw (y/n).  

She had her head resting on his chest and one of her arms laying on his stomach. His arm that was asleep was pinned underneath her and his other arm was resting next to hers on his stomach. She looked so peaceful. Careful not to wake her, he brushed some of her hair out of her face and behind her ear. She hummed in contentment but didn’t seem to be awake just yet. Artemis could barely believe that all this happened in one night. 

Maybe going to parties with his friends wasn't always a waste of time. 

Yeah, I need you here

Ooh, I need you, babe

Yeah, yeah, I need you, baby

Yeah

I need you

#artemis fowl #artemis fowl x reader #x reader #requests #song fic #thanks anon!

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Star Trek TOS First Time Viewing  Reaction - S2E2: Who Mourns for Adonais?

DISCLAIMER: I have seen some TNG and Voyager when I was a child and later the AOS movies as a teenager. I felt quarantine time was the right moment to begin the ambitious project “Star Trek marathon 2020/(2021?20??)”, meaning I’m going to watch all of Star Trek starting with TOS finishing with Disco (or maybe we have Strange New Worlds by the time I catch up haha). I started TOS last month and I AM LIVING. IT’S AWESOME and sparks so much joy. I decided I could just write up my thoughts as I am viewing it for the first time as a memory of the experience, not knowing most episodes at all. So, there we go.

Spoilers obviously - just in case somebody else is 50 years late like me, haha.

Opening scene: Scotty flirts with a female lieutenant on the bridge. So far so cute. What about the dialogue from Bones and Kirk accompanying this scene though?

MCCOY: I'm not sure I like that, Jim. KIRK: Why, Bones? Scotty's a good man. MCCOY: And he thinks he's the right man for her, but I'm not sure she thinks he's the right man. On the other hand, she's a woman. All woman. One day she'll find the right man and off she'll go, out of the service. KIRK: I like to think of it not so much losing an officer as gaining SCOTT: Come along. (He and Carolyn enter the turbolift.) KIRK: Actually, I'm losing an officer.

like - what? I had to rewatch this scene to fully understand what they’re saying. I think it’s interesting that, despite TOS being like 50 years old now, I find it easy to forget we’re actually in the 60s/70s when binge watching. Watching it now is sometimes a weird meta experience as you tend to overlook elements that were considered super futuristic in the 60s but are perfectly normal now, so that you actually miss some FUTURISTIC elements because you’re living those aspects of FUTURE already. Yes, of course women quitting their jobs after marriage still happens, but it is not considered a “rule” or “natural order of events” anymore, and is (talking from a western perspective) more of a choice and you would not assume this happening automatically. Especially if you produced an utopian sci-fi series today, that concept would probably not be included. Anyway, it’s pretty interesting that female Starfleet members seem to drop out of service after marriage and it is not considered something a captain or anyone can do something about in the future (I mean, apparently the men still continue their service? I only have divorced Bones for reference so far though). Anyway, TLDR, I am not judging the 60s relics as they are a product of their time, I think they are rather an interesting addition to the viewing experience in 2020, considering the writers did think this concept would persist in the far future. Back to the episode.

IS THAT A GIANT HAND IN SPACE

I love that Chekov casually assumes he has hallucinations - like bro do you have reasons to believe that and what did you do in your free time

This hand really kills me. I also could not believe what I am seeing but I love it

Spock stating he is not offended because you need emotions to be offended - interesting, Spock, so what happened when Kirk pulled a yo mama joke on you in that Paradise Hippie Love Romance Pollen episode (man that was a gem of an episode)

Chekov has one of the most HILARIOUS lines in that episode (next to having one of the most hilarious hairstyles, his hairstyle looks like an interesting over the top take on the Beatles haircut and his head looks so much like a mushroom I feel like he has a side job in Mario Kart):

APOLLO: Search your most distant memories, those of the thousands of years past, and I am there. Your fathers knew me, and your father's fathers. I am Apollo.

CHEKOV: And I am the tsar of all the Russias.

KIRK: Mister Chekov.

CHEKOV: I'm sorry, Captain. I never met a god before.

Chekov be sassy to gods

I can’t let this haircut go, as it got me thinking: Is there a hairdresser on the Enterprise?

That’s a thing to explore

What gossip that person might hear sign me up

So, the guy really is the God Apollo huh

Costume note 1: That toga Apollo wears is SO SMALL like - “SIR nice to meet you but you’re REVEALING THINGS please sit with more modesty OR - NO NOT LIKE THAT”

Costume note 1, addition: Nice to see the ratio of revealing costumes of men & women wearing sexy revealing clothing in this episode is very equal

Apollo really has a worshipping kink huh

But as a Greek god you probably have that

Also where ARE the other gods? Like he just casually says they are all gone... “with the wind” but... why? Did they suffer from worship withdrawal like he does now?

Also: I really LOVE the concept they introduced that the Ancient Greek gods were just a bunch of space travellers visiting Earth who decided to chill there for a while and be all powerful and worshipped. But as Kirk says in the end they were a huge factor for mankind to move to the Golden Age, which is a cool thought.

Seriously what a fun premise? I would watch that as a series. Hera, Artemis, Zeus, Apollo etc. all chilling on their ship and having fights and romances and space adventures on strange planets. I imagine them being a really chaotic and high-maintenance bunch though

Thinking about it, Apollo said he was a demi-god with a human mother (if I understood that correctly) so basically he was born on Earth and never saw (what I assumed is) their home planet until he was an adult and they returned (why did they return?)? But the Enterprise crew defeats him by finding out his “god powers” are actually originating from the temple structure on the planet, so does that work long distance then?? Like they could access their home planet powers from far away...? And not the powers themselves are passed down by genes but rather the access to it? Or is it that they need worship to thrive (like that’s why it worked on Earth and they just need a temple?) Questions over questions. Love the concept overall.

Kirk, Scotty and Chekov talking about energy patterns and science and how to defeat Apollo (also Chekov you’re such a smart boy! and he says he is only 22 in this episode awwW and the others are looking at him like - wow a child is with us) and Bones just randomly... grabs a bowl of fruit, holds it a bit and puts it aside - as I saw no note for that in the script I think it was improvised by Kelley... but why? Like was somebody from the staff whispering last minute “oh no that bowl is ruining the shot take it away subtly if you can”? It really startled me but it’s kinda funny.

Chekovs hair is even more FLUFFY and voluminous in this scene like did they bring the Enterprise’s hairdresser with them? (It’s cute)

CHEKOV: Perhaps if I assisted. KIRK: How old are you? CHEKOV: Twenty two, sir. KIRK: Then I'd better handle it.

Also I like protective Scotty in this episode. I think it is one of the first times he really gets some character development and proper screen time

Kirk being choked by Apollo is on the thin line of really intense acting and passing into Shatners school of overacting but - it works so I am giving a thumbs up for very INTENSE acting

I feel somebody shouted at him “MORE INTENSE” “MORE MOANING” “INTENSITYYY” “BE MORE CHOKED”

Lieutenant Carolyn is kind of a weak character and is pretty much the embodiment of a 60s ideal of a woman but HELL she is beautiful

Costume Note 3: I actually like the cut of her costume, it is an imaginative take on the toga and also sexy - I was surprised they aired it like that tbh - like from one side it looks like she is topless really

Costume Note 3 addition: but then HOW did they fix it? Like she’s not wearing any kind of bra and the fabric is not attached to anything so I guess they glued it to her skin in a lot of places huh - also there is a scene with a storm and a strong wind where I feel the way she tries to protect and cover herself is not just acting but really an attempt by the actress to catch her costume from flying away and not trusting the glue the costume people used

I don’t want to imagine how many wardrobe malfunctions she had with that costume and how many times she stood there topless in front of everyone so... idk

I guess same goes for Apollos costume lol so fair

On a more positive note on the portrayal of women is Uhura’s role here. Her in that mechanics uniform building a bypass circuit in that crammed space under her console (she still has her full hairdo which gets all squished oh NO and the hairdresser is down on the planet fixing Chekovs mushroom!) - you go girl

UHURA: Mister Spock, I haven't done anything like this in years. If it isn't done just right, I could blow the entire communications system. It's very delicate work, sir.

SPOCK: I can think no one better equipped to handle it, Miss Uhura. Please proceed.

Thumbs up for the supporting Spock.

Also I love every time Spock takes over the Bridge. It’s so cool.

So that’s all! Overall a campy episode at first look but I was pleasantly surprised by the concept of the Greek Gods being space travellers etc. Thumbs up for that giant hand too (pun intended). I like to imagine that like with episodes that play in a middle-age setting they just had a set from another movie lying around and thought - how can we make this a strange planet - but that’s really part of the charme of it for me.

This was a long text huh.

BONUS QUOTE (or rather BONES QUOTE?) - as it was my favorite:

MCCOY: To coin a phrase, fascinating. 

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[calliecat93]

Star Trek Episode 67-69

Elaan of Troyius: So this episode had a secent idea, having an arranged marriage to bring peace between opposing cultures but remain at odds during the voyage with Kirk trying to act as a diplomat between them. Elaan is... not a good character. She’s a spoiled brat who acts disrespectful to Kirk and outright ungrateful and argumenative to everyone. Though at the same time she IS being forced into a marriage that she doesn’t want and no one, not even anyone on the Enterprise, shows any sympathy... but again consideirng her attitude and behavior, she hasn’t given them much reason to. There was a decent idea here with culture clashes and could have gone into things the nuance of these arrangements since they are unfair, but there are reasons why it is that way. But the characters are unlikeable, the plot is nothing special, and the themes of opposing alien cultures was done better in episodes like Journey to Babel. Then they have Kirk put under a love spell... again. Seriously, was that necessary? Or was Kirk making out needed to give the episode something to look forward to? TBF he mostly kept it together and broke out of it without any problems, but still. We don’t need to throw a girl at Kirk to keep the plot spicy, just saying. Not gonna lie though, Spock and McCoy just standing there when they catch them making out and asking him if he’d step out to talk with themfor a moment was pretty funny. They look so displeased, haha! That being said not a great episode, not at all. 2/5.

Whom Gods Destroy: My memory could just be fuzzy after almost 70 episodes, but I think this is the first episode with a shapeshifting antagonist since The Man Trap. Shapeshifting plots are always fun. So Kirk and Spoxk get teapped in an insane asylum where the inmates have taken over. This... really doesn’t reflect well on how mental health is handled. For example the episode begins with saying that they discovered a medicine to cure mental illness. Despite there being various types, and they aren’t something that can just be cured and I doubt that changed in the future. It shows how badly of an understanding we had of it back in the 60’s. It sucks since having an episode about mental illness in different beings and how they are treated/mistreated in professional care could have been interesting. The main villain is an over-acting man child and neithe entertaining nor intimidating. I guess this episode is also where the whole ‘Kirk makes out with green-skinned alien women’ came from... honestly S3 is likely where most ‘Kirk is a womanizing skirt chaser’ comes form cause this season in particular really enjoys the ‘throw women at Kirk’ plot. I just zoned out after a while on this one. Oh and if you expect me to believe that Spock had a hard time identifying the real Kirk when he had done so easily in the past (ie What Are Little Girls Made Of?) then... sorry, nope. It’s not the worst episode, I liked it slightly better thant he last one, but once more not great. I would like to see a modern ST series tackle mental illness though, good thing I’ve got plenty of those up ahead. 2/5.

Let That Be Your Last Battlefield: Racism is an awful thing. I shouldn’t need to say that because it should be obvious to any rational person... but the recent years have made it clear that many of us aren’t rational beings. ST was made in the 60’s and at this time they were in the aftermath of Martin Luther King Jr’s asassination and the threat of the Cold War. While it’s easy to overlook now, ST was quite progressive at the time for featuring PoC in prominent positions, such as Kirk having had at least two officers ranked above him who were both Black men. We’ve seen various Black crew members, have an Asian man in a prominent command position with Sulu, and Nichelle Nichols story about the impact of Uhura is utterly beautiful. We even had an interracial kiss (a non-consensual kiss but still) which was controversial for the time. Now many of these things can be seem as not at all enough nowadays and it’s hard to disagree, but for the time these were HUGE deals and to appreciate progress, we must remember the steps taken to get there. And Star Trek was a big deal because they were willing to take those steps at a time where so much as including one non-White person would cause major backlash.

Why did I bring all of that up? Because in this episode we tackle racism head on. We have had other episodes tackle bigotry in some form, such as the Romulans intro episode where some officer was bigoted towards Soock for being Vulcan and Kirk made it very clear that he better get over that attitude. This one puts it in full focus. And... it gets it’s point across well enough, but it’s not perfect. The episode protrays the two sides as equally guilty for the hate and violence between them... despite it being ade VERY clear that the one man was driven to ciolence because the other side tormented and abused him and his people. I don’t condone violence and the end is very much tragic due to the continued hatred, but I think that the recent times have made it clear that blaming a side who was driven to violence because the other, much more powerful side tormented them into it... well, it’s not good to put it lightly. That being said, for the time, it has a powerful message and even if modern times reveals the flaws, the message of mutual violence and hatred against different races and how it can end in utter tragedy with everyone of both sides dead is a strong one. They also make sure that depsite what I said about the one side, the other isn’t presented as good either. We also see both spreading their view onto the crew, a third party who are dragged into it and have to try and deal with it without letting things escalate. With what was happening in the world at the time, it was probably necessary to have this kind of episode and as I said, it does so overall well. There were some strong scenes, like the three commanding officers initiating the self destruct sequences to try and force the enemy to returning the ship to it’s proper course. That was dang intense! The episode has it’s issues mainly due to the evolving times, but the message is still a strong one, and it is one that is needed even to this day. 4/5.

Nine episodes left to go. The seaosn has been... a thing. But there’s no turning back now. Three more tomorrow, we’ll see what’s in store then.

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[samingtonwilson]

Marriage Material - Part 21 - Jim Kirk

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20

Summary: in this chapter, your favorite patient wants to snitch on you.

Warnings: language, lil angsty 

A/N: “lil angsty” is my rapper name

Tucked into your usual corner of the commissary, you leant your cheek on your fist propped up by your elbow on the table. You kept your vision in a more-than soft focus before you, not perceiving any of the people that passed by as you blinked in two second intervals. You moved your hand absentmindedly so your fork tapped food you couldn’t be bothered to eat.

That contradictory empty-fullness in your stomach seemed to only get worse with every passing second, your hunger at its highest level but your appetite as absent as can be. You didn’t talk to Leonard about it, though, nor did you talk to Uhura— there was something about the silence that felt comfortable, felt familiar in a time which found you needing to hold onto such things.

You were able to secure temporary quarters, temporary quarters you’d been living in for five days now. The quartermaster usually needed a bit of convincing to do the simplest thing, and it seemed particularly difficult for you, but the moment you said the words “marital problems” her eyes offered you sympathy and her voice offered you a room number and passcode.

It wasn’t the largest room by any means, especially when compared to Jim’s. But it had a bed, a closet, a replicator, and a bathroom— so you told yourself you were satisfied. Sure, you could’ve used a replicator with less restrictions, a mattress that adhered to your body and your desired temperature, and a shower with a longer hot water allowance— but you were satisfied.

Uhura couldn’t figure out why you wouldn’t just stay with her for a few days but you didn’t have the heart to admit to yourself that it would be much longer than a few days, let alone admit it to her. So you made up some bullshit excuse about closet space and the need for privacy, the latter of which wasn’t really bullshit, and she took it with a grain of salt.

As she sat before you, watching you pick at the clammy fruit on your plate, she narrowed her dark almond-shaped eyes. She smoothed her hand over her tied hair and sighed, her mouth poised to speak but before she could say a thing, you returned her sigh with a louder one of yours.

You then took your cheek from your fist, straightening the position of your head so you could set your hands flat on the table at either side of your tray. You drummed your fingertips against the surface. You opened your mouth, words on the tip of your tongue, only to shut it again.

“Can you say something?” Uhura asked, breaking the silence that weighed down on her even with the buzz of conversations around you both. She smiled a small smile apologetically when you jumped, your eyes wide. “I just— The silence is a bit much.”

You cleared your throat, the soreness and raspiness from before now gone and replaced with a strained voice holding back any form of emotion. You pushed your tray away. “I should head back to the medbay.”  

“No, stay, please,” she rushed out, placing her hand over yours. She could feel your slight shaking. “I’ll talk, just listen. Okay?”

You nodded, taking a breath and forcing your lips up into a small smile. “Fine.”

When she began chattering on about a book you’d recently recommended to her, you did your best to listen. It took more effort than usual, though— you just hoped that didn’t show.

Your cheek found your propped up fist again, the smile on your lips easy and natural once she started criticizing the novel’s main character for being spineless and downright stupid. You caught yourself laughing after a few minutes, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. “She’s going through something, Ny.”

“S’not an excuse.”

You laughed with a half-shrug. “It is an excuse. It’s just a bad, irrational one.”

“I forgot how forgiving you are of bad excuses.”

You hummed, still smiling. “Not forgiving, it’s just a need to move on.”

“I wish I could be like that,” she said with a sigh, glancing down at her empty plate and pushing it away. She picked up her water instead, drawling out dramatically, “I’m turning into my mother more and more as the days go on.”

Laughing, you raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You think?”

“I know. I can’t let things go anymore and emotional manipulation is, like, my drug of choice.”

Jim heard your laugh as he walked beside Leonard, his grip on the mug of lukewarm coffee in his hand increasing to the point of almost shattering the mug. He stopped in his steps. “Bones, find another table.”

“Been five days, Jim,” Leonard gruffly stated, continuing his stride towards your table. “This whole shitshow’s the result of not communicating and y’all are expecting results by continuin’ to not communicate.”

Jim’s seemingly permanent scowl grew deeper. “Funny how much relationship advice you give considering—”

“You finish that sentence and I’ll forget my physician’s oath.”

Despite the stinging behind his eyes, Jim’s gaze didn’t leave you, tracing the smile over your lips and the light that shone in your reddened eyes. He felt something in his chest pull painfully enough to tear through the dull pain that had taken up residence over the last few days.

It was difficult sleeping in his bed without your soft snoring, so he didn’t. It was difficult eating at his small breakfast table without your mindless humming, so he didn’t. It was difficult looking into the mirror without you seated on the counter, so he didn’t.

As a result, he looked awful. Red scleras, creased forehead, messy hair, cheeks sullen— the only thing remotely put together about him was his uniform which miraculously remained wrinkle-free.

To say he missed you would be an understatement, to say his heart ached with every beat would be an understatement, to say the sight of you laughing when his every impulse was to scream, shout, and bawl made it all a bit worse would be an understatement.

He wanted you to laugh— God, did he want you to laugh, and smile, and be happy. But it was so soon. How could you be so happy so soon when he felt himself drowning a little more with each passing second? How could you be so happy without him when he was falling apart without you?

He selfishly took comfort in your scleras that matched his, in your lack of appetite that matched his. Of course, his more rational, more reasonable side scolded him for taking comfort in your small amount of grief, but the heartbroken part of him found confirmation in that redness and the untouched nature of your plate. He found confirmation that maybe what he meant to you was close to what you meant to him.

When your eyes met his, he averted his gaze quickly to stare at Leonard’s broad back, averting his gaze once more to the ceiling. He scolded himself for it.

You looked at Uhura with panic and alarm in your eyes, the laughter gone, all traces of your smile gone. “Get up and I’ll follow you.”

She nodded, rising easily and brushing past Jim and Leonard without so much as a glance in their direction.

You attempted to do the same. You rose, took steps towards the exit, and were stopped with a hand on your upper arm. You had to suppress the urge to scream at Leonard. “Len, —”

Uhura stopped walking when she noticed you weren’t behind her, raising a questioning eyebrow.

You only nodded at her and signaled that it was okay for her to leave with a small, absolutely disingenuous smile. You looked at Leonard next, nodding upwards. “Can I help you?”

“A conversation needs to be had here.”

You shook your head. “I have nothing to say.”

You were straining your voice again, holding back whatever you could and undoing whatever slivers of humor and light Uhura had allowed you to feel and express over the last five minutes. You wanted to yell at Jim for it, tell him off for making you feel absolutely every joy you could imagine only to make it all seem like a dirty and dramatic, clichéd lie.

You knew he loved you— it was still just as clear to you. But you also knew, even with the little experience you had with love, that this wasn’t the way to love someone. And you knew to an even greater extent that as soon as he apologized, as soon as he would just explain, you’d jump into his waiting arms— which is why you couldn’t let him, not with another round of this misery inevitably waiting around the corner.

“You’re not the only one in that relationship, sugar.”

You brushed Leonard’s hand off with a delicate flicking of your fingers, wrinkling your nose as you met his hazel eyes. “No relationship left, Len. I’m still wearing this ring because I made a promise and I don’t break promises— not because I want to.”

You let yourself glance at Jim, regretting it immediately when you found blue irises already watching you. You resisted the urge to comfort him despite every reason to keep your feet firmly planted away from him. “I have work to do.”

Jim fell into the seat you had been sitting in, shoving your plate away and muttering something to himself. He combed his fingers through his hair and pulled on the ends, glaring at Leonard when he sat. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Leonard shrugged with a frown. “Haven’t been eatin’ enough fiber so I’m not as regular as I’d like to be—”

“Bones,” he pressed in a warning tone. “She’s not going to talk to me, she shouldn’t want to talk to me. I lied, I hid things, I fucked up.”

“The next step is apologizing,” Leonard returned, the enunciation on the last word borderline silly. “Say you’re sorry, say you made a mistake. She’s a rational person— almost Spock-level rational.”

Jim nodded as he took a sip of his coffee, frowning at the temperature. He knew Leonard was right, he knew you would understand if you let him explain. But you left each time you were in the same room, usually not even sparing him a glance. “Won’t even stay in the same part of the ship with me.”

“Use your captainly powers.”

He snorted. “And what? Order her to have a conversation with me?”

Leonard nodded. “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea, does it?”

“Sounds like a terrible idea.” He sighed and pushed his coffee away as well. Using the heels of his hands, he rubbed his eyes. “Frank’s a real dick.”

Leonard’s eyebrows came together. “I must’ve missed the segue into this conversation. There a reason you’re mentionin’ the piece of shit?”

He frowned and set his hands on the table. “My mother always told us there was nothing wrong with shedding tears when you need to, even when you don’t need to— nothing to be ashamed of, everyone needs a good cry every once in a while.”

“That Winona Kirk— a real prize.”

Jim nodded with the faintest smile that faded quickly. “Frank, though. That son of a bitch with his hypermasculine bullshit. I thought he wouldn’t rub off on me but here I am,” he let out a rueful laugh, “with tear ducts that are too fucking proud even when everything in here hurts. ”

Leonard looked at his friend with a grimace over his lips and a load of concern in his eyes. “Jim, —”

“Maybe she was right to be apprehensive,” he continued, ignoring Leonard. “Clearly this didn’t turn out well. She was right to want to protect herself.”

“I have to do everything ‘round here,” Leonard mumbled to himself, retrieving his PADD from the table’s surface.

As Jim continued to pass self-deprecating comments that were of no constructive use, Leonard fired off a transmission asking you to meet him in his office once your shift was over.

You shook your head with a disbelieving snort when you saw the message, looking at your favorite patient with the same skeptical expression as you started to back out of her room. “You’re lucky I’m your physician. Doctor McCoy’s clearly lost his mind.”

When she declared with a loud laugh that she would tell Leonard what you’d just said, you nodded once. “Good!”

You sent him a message politely turning him down and nearly growled when he replied that it was an order from your superior officer. Baring your teeth at the tablet’s screen, you punched out a Fine, whatever, sir and did your best to concentrate in your work.

Leonard smiled at the message and nodded to himself, setting his elbows on the table as he appraised what remained of his lunch. “You want the rest of this?”

Jim scoffed. “I’m not a garbage disposal, Bones.”

“Just sayin’ you’ll need your energy after alpha.”

“For what? To wallow in my pathetic misery some more?”

“For God’s sake, Sylvia Plath, just show up to my office after alpha. You’ll get your conversation, you’ll get your chance to apologize.”

“Sylvia Plath,” Jim mused with a shake of his head. “My wife’s clearly influenced you. She agreed to speak to me?”

“I told her I was orderin’ it as her superior officer.”

Jim’s eyebrows knit together. “Bones, I said I didn’t want to do it that way. I don’t want to force her into anything.”

“You two—”

“We’re children, we’re stupid, we’re fools, we’re toddlers— I get it,” he said in a low voice, a light dusting of read over the apples of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He sighed after a silent moment. “Things like this need time. She needs time— and, as long as I can help it, she’ll get whatever she needs and wants. As much as it fucking kills me, I’ll wait until she can talk to me again and look at me without that much pain in her eyes.”

Leonard nodded.

“As much time as she needs.”

Leonard nodded again.

The two messages that your PADD alerted you of stopped you in your tracks and made you smile sadly to yourself.

Your husband thinks you need time. He doesn’t want to force you into anything and doesn’t want me forcing you into anything. He said he wants to give you as much time as you need.

He’s got hope, sweetheart. Don’t crush it too badly.

Unlike you, Jim was ever the optimist and it made your stomach flip that he hadn’t lost it all even now. He was ever the hopeful individual you could never really, actually understand. But, fuck, did you love him.

PART 22

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Night on the town, part 6

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 2355

Warning: Smut (It’s my first time writing it.  I apologize if it’s awful.), language

 Part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5

You made yourself look mostly presentable before heading to meet with Commander Spock.  There was not time to shower but at the very least, you pulled a clean uniform out of your pack and brushed your hair.  After the previous day, you were still feeling exhausted. As was Leonard as he took a rather cold shower.  There were dark circles under his eyes as he gave you a kiss and a half smile before you left for your briefing.

“Thank you for meeting with me Doctor [Y/N].  I will attempt to make this gathering brief.  This PADD has the information regarding your quarters assignment, as well as information for chain of command regulations. As your Chief Medical Officer, Doctor McCoy, has more information that will pertain to the regulations of the Enterprise’s medical staff.  You will be assigned to alpha shift for now with Doctor McCoy as Doctor M’Benga prefers beta shift.”  Spock continued with several other items about your new position and the ship.  It was probably another ten minutes before he sent you on your way to find your quarters.  

It took little time to find your quarters.  They were one deck below sickbay and several decks away from Leonard’s.  That was either going to be a good or bad thing. Your quarters were not large but you would be comfortable.  Some place you would be able to make home for the near future.  Your only hope now was that you were going to be able to adapt easily to life on a star ship.  Living for the last few years in York Town and on Earth for several before that. The only experience you had with ships were a few short-term missions to different bases to assist in setting up medical facilities.  This was far different.  Leonard was there though.  That one thing could make anything else tolerable.  

As you left your quarters, heading back to Leonard’s to pick up your belongings, Uhura walked up the corridor.  “[Y/N], good morning.  Exploring the ship?”  Her smile was friendly.

“No, I was just on my way to get my things so I can unpack.  I’m tired of living out of bags.  I want to be able to settle in, and figure out a place on this ship.” The woman nodded to you.

“I understand that feeling. Try not to let Doctor McCoy monopolize your time, too much.  I was serious about getting together some time.  It will be nice to have another female in crazy crew.”  

“Doctor McCoy to Doctor [Y/N], report to sickbay, please.” You sighed lowering your head.  Uhura laughed.

“At least he uses ‘please’ with you.  We get ‘now’. I will let you get to work. Remember we are going to talk.” She walked off in the opposite direction with her ponytail swinging behind her while you headed to the sickbay.

  The scene there was only slightly calmer than when you arrived there the previous day.  Nurse Chapel handed you a PADD with information about the next patient that needed seen.  You smiled at Leonard as you saw him across the room.  He returned the smile before motioning to you to get to work.  The rest of the day continued with brief glances and more smiles between patients.  Working in the sickbay by the end of the shift felt like old hat.  You fell into an easy routine with the nurses that kept the flow of the patients going.  Leonard was impressed, having to stop and watch you several times throughout the day. Many times without you knowing.  You were far more talented than your record had shown and he no longer felt guilty for using his and the Enterprise’s status to bring you onboard.  

After reporting off to Doctor M’Benga, you went to find Leonard.  Of course, he was in his office working on whatever reports he needed to finish for the day.  “Should I wait or am I going to be eating alone?”  He looked up from the terminal with a smile.  Something that everyone noticed was appearing more often.

“No darlin’, I am just finishing up.  I had to send more information back to Star Fleet about the issues over the last month, medical wise.  All the supplies and injuries, the boring stuff.  You ready to eat?  I am starving.”  You nodded as he stood up to walk around the desk.

“I am too.  Plus it will be nice to sit.  I have been bouncing from exam room to exam room all day.” He placed his warm hand on your lower back guiding you towards the door.

“Good, maybe we will even get time to talk.  We haven’t had a real conversation since you got here.”  The mess hall was busy but you found an empty table for just the two of you.  You knew this would not be a common occurrence but you wanted him to yourself just for today.  Leonard asked how you had been through the month absence.  He was not prepared to hear how bad things had gotten for you.  However, he was glad you had told him.  The conversation progressed into a more serious tone when he asked how you felt about being on the ship.  You could see the fear in his eyes that you would run back to York Town as fast as possible after the last couple days.  Laying a hand on his cheek you smiled.

“Leonard, I swear I am not going anywhere.  I hope someday you will believe that.  I traveled through half the quadrant to come be with you on this ship.” His shoulders relaxed and he smiled.  His hand moved over yours holding it to his cheek.

“I just don’t want to lose you or this, [Y/N].  You mean everything to me.  I hope you know that.”  Tears welled up in your eyes as you beamed at him.  Neither one of you could see a table not far off watching the exchange. Jim, Uhura, and Scotty watched the pair of you with great interest.  Spock, unlike the rest of the group ate his food reading over a PADD, thinking about how illogical it was for them to stare at their friend.  None of them had ever seen Leonard so happy or emotional.  They only hoped that you continued to do whatever magic you preformed on him to keep that smile on his face.

 With your meal finished, you and Leonard walked back to his quarters to retrieve your belongings. Before the emotional end to dinner, you had said how much you wanted to unpack and feel like you were a part of the crew and the ship.  By the time, you made it back to your quarters you were joking about one of your former professors in medical school.  Leonard had him as well and had a few of stories of his own about the man.

“His face got so red and he was sputtering but there was nothing he could do.  Nothing in the regulations said that we couldn’t.”  You laughed loud as the doors opened to your quarters.  Leonard set your bags down, after refusing once again to let you carry them while he was around.  “So this is it?  Not bad. Though I think it is a tad far from my quarters.”  He looked around the place a few moments before he realized you were staring at him. “What?”  A slow smile spread across your lips.

“We are alone.  Really alone.  No shifts to run off to, no briefs to attend.”  You walked close to him wrapping your arms around his neck. Kissing him lightly.  “No one but us.  Finally.”  Leonard wrapped his arms around you, leaning down to kiss you again.

“I say it’s about damn time.”  He picked you up in his arms carrying you over to your bed.  You giggled as he set you down.  “Oh funny is it?”  The mock look of fear lasted only a moment, as you could not keep a straight face.

“Oh no Doctor McCoy not funny at all.”  You grinned as he pulled off your boots and tossed them across the room.  He climbed onto the bed laying gently over you as his kissed your nose then lips.  

“Good.  There is nothing funny about what I want to do to you tonight, [Y/N].”  The intensity in his tone caused you to shiver.  The kiss that came next was one not unlike before that send warmth rushing through your whole body.  His hand moved down your body, over your hip to grab onto your outer thigh pulling you closer against him.  A gasp escaped from your lips as his mouth teased over your jaw and down your neck. You could not help but close your eyes as you allowed him further access.  Both your hands trying to find a place to hold to him as he teased.

“Leonard…” you moaned as he rolled you enough to one side to allow his free hand to unzip your dress. Feeling his warm hands roam over your skin made you want to feel the same.  You wanted to feel his skin.  Feel the muscles and shape that made him who he is.  Trying to make that desire come true, you moved your hands to pull his uniform shirt up over his head.  The man was more than happy to comply.   Leonard helped you remove it then tossed it aside as he had with your boots.  Sitting up over you, he pulled your dress down over your shoulders then over the rest of your body.  It followed suit and landed somewhere far away from your bed.  Leaving you in your panties and bra.

“My God, you are beautiful.” As you laid there staring up at him, his eyes wandered over every bit of your exposed flesh.  You had never felt more beautiful or worshipped until that moment. Never had anyone ever made you feel like Leonard did.  Pulling him back down to you, you kissed him deeply.  Pouring all of yourself into it. One of your hands moving through his thick hair as you held onto his back.  He was breathless as he finally broke the kiss. “Woman, you are going to kill me.” You smiled wickedly up at him. That only encouraged him further. The remaining pieces of your clothes followed the rest settling somewhere on the floor until you were both bare.  

“Kirk to McCoy.  Hey Bones I need…”  Leonard looked fierce as he lifted himself over you.  You bit your lip trying to keep quiet.  A sense of disappointment starting to build.

“Jim are you dying?”

“No but…”

“Is anyone else dying?”

“No.  I just…”

“Then I don’t give a shit if the ship explodes.  I’m busy.” You stifled a laugh as he returned down to you.  His mouth teasing your neck and moving lower.  Arching into his touch, as his tongue circled one nipple and his thumb ran over the other.  All the sensations happening at once causing your brain to shut down any rational thought. Now was just the time to feel. One of his hands moved lower, grazing over the skin of your abdomen sliding down between your thighs.  You gasped as he lightly ran his fingers in a circle over your clit.  “Oh you like that darlin’?”  The only thing you could do was nod as he increased the pressure.  Leonard continued the torture for a moment until his fingers slipped down further and pushed inside.  The motion causing you to lean up on your hands quickly, causing him to lean back.  

“Leonard… please.”  

“Tell me beautiful. What do you want?”  You whimpered as his fingers moved inside you.  His mouth on your neck moving up to your ear to whisper to you.  “Do you know how much I have thought about this?  Thought about you beneath me?  Having you cry my name.  [Y/N], tell me what you want, baby.”

“Damn it Leonard!  You. I want you.  Please I need you now.”  Leonard could have lit the galaxy with the smile that appeared on his face.

“Anything you desire, darlin’.”  Moving to place himself between your thighs, he leaned down to hold your face in his hands as he kissed you.  Lightly and sweetly at first that turned into something much more.  His cock slid achingly slow inside you, stretching the tissue in the most wonderful way.  Leonard stopped himself a moment to pull back from your kiss.  His head leaning against your shoulder, as he had to control himself from going too quickly.  He wanted you to feel just as good as he felt right now.  Then he began to move, slowly just as he had with the kiss.  Letting the feelings build between the both of you.

Moans and grasps from you two started to echo in the room.  Hands moving over each other’s bodies, kisses left over burning skin.  Your movements became more desperate as he brought you higher. That long forgotten feeling tingling as it built up inside you, low in your belly.  Your arms wrapped around his body as you tried to hold on.  Leonard nipped at your neck hoping he could hold out just a bit longer.  But your beautiful body and all the things it was doing to him at that moment were pushing him farther than his control would allow.  His hands moved to your hips gripping with bruising force.  Thrusting into you now with a pace, you could not hold onto as your body let go.  Crying out his name as your nails scored the skin on his shoulders.  The shaking and shuddering beneath him was all he could take as his own orgasm surged through him.

“[Y/N], damn it…”  He grunted into your ear as he moved a few last times inside you.  Leonard fell down on the bed next to you trying to control his breathing.  You rolled to look at him, grinning.  

“That was one helluva ‘welcome aboard’ Leonard.”  He laughed rolling to steal a kiss.

“That was just the beginning darlin’.  Trust me; you better get some rest because I will be ‘welcoming’ you all over this room tonight.”

 Part 7

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[psyclownsis-a-blog]

Hey, curious since you were talking about Harley's mental illnesses earlier. Are there things someone could do to help her when she's not in a good mental state? What are they?

ooooooooo this is a really good question! it depends a lot on what exactly is causing the problem. the main things that get her in a bad headspace are (1) reality conflicting with her delusions (like in mad love when batman points out all the ways joker has used her, or in the end of the lieberman run on her solo series where she spends like a month having a complete psychotic breakdown because she can’t handle knowing she hurt a child out of greed and ambition [it’s a long story, i’ll talk more about it later]), (2) isolation of any kind (loss, abandonment, being unable to spend time with other people, etc.), and (3) dissociation, which is almost always caused by one or both of the above-mentioned factors.

in the case of reality conflicting with her delusions, how someone else can help her varies greatly according to context. helping her in the literal/“good alignment” sense of trying to administer therapy or otherwise draw attention to the gaps in her delusions will only make her worse, every time, without fail. she sees the world as an elaborate play, with Good Guys and Bad Guys, and everyone else is basically a cardboard cutout in her mind-- she basically sees the world in star trek terms: kirk and the enterprise crew (Good Guys), whatever rogue space-traveling menace kirk and the crew must defeat (Bad Guys), and red shirts (everyone else). why would the writers give a red shirt a multifaceted, well-developed backstory with complex motivations and feelings when they know they’re going to die as soon as they get off the enterprise? they wouldn’t! red shirts are just there to be canon fodder. if they survive, that’s great, but if they don’t, the audience doesn’t really care, because there’s no emotional connection to a character like that. (note: almost all of harley’s info pages in any form of bat-media say that she has a “total disregard for human life”. this is completely untrue. she loves human life. she just doesn’t see everyone as possessing human life due to her delusions.) because of this, she doesn’t really understand that she’s hurting people if she blows up a building, or if she has her goons open fire on a crowd in the hopes they can hit batman. the idea that she’s hurting anyone never occurs to her because she just doesn’t register that there are people to be hurt. so, now that we have established what her delusions are, here’s how reality can conflict with them:

drawing her attention to specific people she has hurt or killed, or drawing her attention to the aftermath of her actions. batman pulls this on her a lot, like in mad love when he says something like “so it’s funny when joker kills people?” and she responds with “it’s just a joke”. it’s like asking her to feel bad for killing a bunch of people in a video game. but, if you can take those people and force her to see that they had lives and loves and that they were actual people instead of just background characters, she is forced to contemplate all the pain and suffering she’s caused, and there is a lot of it. and then she’ll get mad because she’s terrified of finding out her entire understanding of reality is fundamentally flawed, and then she’ll get violent, and she’ll more likely than not become very unstable very quickly.

this may be as simple as giving her details about her unintentional victims (for example, “bob was a single father supporting three kids and now they might all starve and get evicted because you grievously injured him in your last heist”).

her own actions forcing her to acknowledge their negative consequences. this often crops up with callbacks to her mid-twenties, when she lost guy kopski and started working at arkham, or with people she is more personally responsible for harming, like guy or amanda [last name redacted/unknown].

in the case of guy, she has repressed virtually all memories of anything involving him, and when something stirs those memories up, she is forced to recognize the fact that her own failures and shortcomings directly led to her fiance dying right in front of her.

in the case of her tenure at arkham, those memories are a hot mess, because she often didn’t even know what was real at the time, and stirring them up forces her to recognize (a) her own mental instability in a way that’s much harder to disprove than conflicts with her delusions because of numerous blackouts/lost time/eyewitnesses/hard evidence and documentation/etc., (b) the idea that joker doesn’t love her, which is the complete opposite of essentially the basis of reality as she knows it, and (c) that maybe she really isn’t much of a good person at all, because she’s lied to people, and maybe slept with someone to get ahead in her work, and maybe could have prevented countless deaths including the wife of basically the obi-wan to her anakin, and maybe she knew at the time that she was doing all these terrible things but didn’t care and did them anyway because she believed these events would culminate in her becoming head of arkham asylum. (read more about all this here and here.)

in the case of amanda, she met this eleven-year old girl (amanda) with some kind of bank code surgically embedded in her eyeballs, which could be scanned to open vaults and bestow the person doing the scanning with huge amounts of money. however, the scanning operation would leave amanda blind if she did not have an operation to counteract it within a certain amount of time. harley met amanda on the run from some international criminals who intended to scan her and then kill her. harley spent a few tumultuous days trying to figure out how to get amanda to safety and/or make amanda no longer her problem without giving her up and/or getting the money herself without hurting amanda. eventually, she killed the men after amanda and had her scanned, but was unable or unwilling to get amanda the second operation, so the girl was blinded. harley couldn’t live with this knowledge and spent 3 weeks living in a public park, suffering a complete break from reality where she believed she was practicing therapy as dr. jessica seaborn on a man pretending to be the joker. when she ran into amanda at the park and realized what had been going on, she turned herself back in to arkham. she has not repressed these memories but obviously does not ever want to think about it. knowing that she was capable of harming amanda like that makes her wonder whether or not she was truly uninvolved with jason todd’s murder (she wasn’t).

generally, when reality interferes with her delusions, the only way to make sure she doesn’t become completely unstable is to stop reality from interfering altogether and let her go back to her delusions. this may or may not work, depending on the situation, and it may or may not be an option considered by the other party if someone is purposely trying to break through to her. more often than not this situation results in her being arrested and sent back to arkham.

in the case of isolation, she can almost always be put back in a good headspace by simply spending time with people she cares about. the most common cause of isolation for her is being in arkham and having her caretakers restrict her access to other people. she is usually allowed to roam if she’s on good behavior/in the nonviolent ward, because the amount of trouble she causes when left to her own devices is much less than the amount of trouble she causes if she’s pissed off because she can’t play uno in the rec room or something. she may also feel isolated due to loss (like when the anniversary of arnold wesker’s death comes around) or feeling abandoned or unwanted (which may simply happen because she hasn’t had a fun night out in a while). either way, she’ll become depressed, and it can generally be cured by spending a day or two clinging to her friends like a koala.

in the case of dissociation-- which is often a secondary response caused by reality interfering with her delusions or by isolation-- she can usually be helped back into a good headspace by positive touch and observation/grounding games. something jon came up with years and years ago that works pretty well for her is to sit her down, peel an orange or grapefruit or some other citrus-y fruit that’s really fragrant, and have her describe the smell. if it’s spring or summer, having her lay down in a field and describe the smells and feelings and try to count or name the different plants is another grounding game that works well. little interactive touches like playing with her fingers or hair are good too.

some people with lots of experience helping her out of bad places mentally are:

jonathan (is a psychiatrist, has known her since college)

pamela (has seen a lot of the bad states harley’s mental illness can put her in, can easily form observation/grounding games about plants)

harvey (lots of sensory output, has experience with similar mental health problems)

joker

yes, joker

he’s seen a lot of the bad states harley’s mental illness can put her in, and has a lot of experience helping her come out of those states as long as her bad headspace isn’t making her want to kill him

so to recap: more traumatic situations may not be help-able and in that case it’s best to just remove her from the situation as soon as possible, but less traumatic situations can usually be resolved easily by positive touch/spending time with her friends or lovers/observation and grounding games.

#long post // #dont reblog // #THIS GOT SO LONG SJDHFSJ THANK U FOR SENDING IT I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS STUFF!!!! #meta #headcanon #reference #Anonymous #answered

[kinetic-elaboration]

April 10: 2x14 Wolf in the Fold

Watched Wolf in the Fold last night. The only thing I really remembered about this ep going in was that it was a Scotty ep. Which is true but also… slightly misleading. Also that it had to do with Jack the Ripper—which is more true than I remembered!

A decadent intro… I get why Spock isn’t here but I actually DO think he would be into it.

Matchmaker Kirk lol.

Scotty is so awkward. This is the other detail I remembered from this ep, actually: how Scotty wants to applaud using his hands no matter what. (Even with those cool lights RIGHT THERE lol). Old Aberdeen pub crawler…

This is honestly such a bizarre back story: Scotty got a concussion because someone who happened to be a woman made a mistake and now not only is his head all funny but he has a “total resentment toward women.” Like okay, nothing creepily sexist in that concept. Also –they ultimately barely even use it! I know it’s the implied rationale for why he would suddenly start murdering women and also not remembering it but it’s like such a flimsy excuse that they never say it out loud in so many words for fear it should sound too stupid. Which it would. Honestly, you really only need the concussion imo. Why go into the weird misogyny thing at all?

And now Kirk and Bons head off to a brothel, giving me a total resentment toward men.

Nice eerie fog out here. Very Aberdeenian.

Okay, so this woman was stabbed a dozen times but she only screamed once? And then a second later, Scotty had somehow teleported several feet away, still holding the knife? He’s good at his job but he’s not that good. This is already deeply suspicious.

“Therapeutic shore leave.” Trying to cure his hatred of ladies lmao.

So this weird little bald man, Hengist, from Rigel IV. Is he an alien? I suppose he must be. Rigellians are a race, as we know from Journey to Babel. It’s not always clear to me which groups of people are Earth colonists who have migrated to or been born on other planets and which are humanoid aliens.

The Aurelians are a gentle, harmless people. Cute. I like these aliens.

I wish we could hire aliens to be our administrators. Alien Overlord and Taylor.

“I’ll be taking over, since I am the highest official.” He out-officialed him.

I like this guy and his slightly creepy empath priestess wife. I feel like Spock would like them, too.

Speaking of: Spock in the captain’s chair. Hot.

I don’t get how this planet is the only space port around. Like… could not any planet be a space port? What does that even mean?

Oh no, a woman with the lie detector machine! She must be incompetent and/or to be despised.

I love Sybo’s outfit. Her hair and jewelry too. Honestly just a great head-to-toe look.

Another murder! Sorry but this one is on the Aurelian for just leaving the murder weapon out there unattended.

Generally speaking, the costume and set people are doing allllll the work in this episode.

Hengist went to look for suspects and he came up with the victim’s father and fiancé?? He’s not even trying lol. Anyway, he obviously did it.

How can you NOT tell if a lock was picked or not? I mean I know McCoy is a doctor, not a locksmith, but come on. It can’t be that ambiguous.

Spooky mumbo-jumbo.

Interesting that Spock doesn’t trust the mumbo-jumbo either. I guess he only approves of it when it’s Vulcan.

When Sybo says “monstrous evil” the camera is looking right at Hengist. Not suspicious at all. He’s only clearly railroading Scotty, looked right at the second victim before she was killed, was in the perfect position to take the murder weapon after it was carelessly left about, and is the most obvious non-Scotty suspect here.

I love how loyal Bones is. He literally saw Scotty holding Sybo and the knife with blood on his hands and is like “It’s impossible he could have done it.”

So many of the “truth discovery” devices on TOS are truly creepy. Like they’re all clear plot devices, and for that reason depicted as completely reliable, and the more completely reliable they are, the more deeply disturbing they become upon any reflection at all.

That’s a pretty computer though. All those pretty flashing lights! And it runs on floppy disks.

I literally just remembered what happened.

“Scotty, lie to me, how old are you?” / “Twenty-two, Sir.” Yeah, I’d say that’s a lie.

So like this allegedly all-powerful computer is literally just a lie detector. That’s it! A lie detector that picks up on psychological signs of lying, just like our lie detectors today. I mean… you could have just said that straight out. All they do is show what a person believes to be true, so in the case where someone truly doesn’t remember something, the usefulness is… limited.

My mom suggested a Vulcan mind meld which, actually, would pretty much solve the problem! But for once Spock actually treats it like something serious and not to be thrown out as a solution to all problems at the merest suggestion.

Someone needs to do a fashion line based entirely on the Argellian outfits.

Spock is internally eye-rolling at all this drama. I feel like he’s a real advocate for the computers today. That’s like… really his only role.

The computer’s linguistics banks don’t know what this word means? Maybe we should get Uhura on the case.

Plot twist: the killer was Jack the Ripper the WHOLE TIME! The last one you’d ever expect.

I don’t get how the computer made the leap from Redjac to Jack the Ripper since that is not a real word and no one outside of this episode of TOS has ever used it for Jack the Ripper.

“Everyone feeds on death, even vegetarians.” So dark, Spock. So emo.

Aw, alien creatures that derive sustenance from love. Adorable. There should have been an episode devoted to them. (Wait a minute…. Idea coming on…)

Speaking of gaseous cloud aliens…the Companion?

This episode really relies a lot on the computer to provide information and otherwise move the plot along.

Kirk keeps ignoring everyone to just talk to Spock.

“Cloud the issue” lol that’s a good pun. (Already can’t remember who said it but… point stands.)

The cloud entity feeds on women because they are more easily and deeply terrified. That sounds fake but okay. It’s also not in keeping with what Sybo said, is it? She mentioned a hatred of women. That’s not the same as finding women useful.

Hmm, when do we get our Martian Colonies, @ perseverance?

Oh, Rigel IV, you say? There seems to be a Rigellian right here!

This whole history of the entity is bizarre. The first killing sprees (that we know of) are on Earth, and Kirk specifically says that when man left Earth to explore, he took this with him. Does that mean… the cloud creature/entity originated on Earth? Truly a bizarre hypothesis, when you think about it.

Are you the entity, Sir?

There is actually very little Scotty in this Scotty-centric episode.

Lol the knife originates with the hill people of Rigel IV. What is this, Deliverance?

Omg Kirk punched the entity right out of that man!

So to summarize: “Jack the Ripper is actually a gaseous cloud that is capable of infecting the computer system of the Enterprise, thus hijacking the whole ship” is the basic, wacky concept of this episode.

This tranquilizer could quiet a volcano. Where was it during the volcano scene in STID hmm?

Kirk’s plan to keep people from being scared by the maniacal voice of the entity: Tranquilize the entire ship. That’s why he’s paid the big bucks.

Yet another twist on the old Kirk v. Computer plot. Time to use Math to defeat it.

Kirk is so unimpressed with the entity. “Eh, shut that off.” He would not be moved by a haunted house.

“This is the first time I’ve heard a malfunction threaten us.” Sulu can man his post AND be funny; he’s multi-talented.

Kirk and Spock don’t need tranquilizers because they’re smart enough to know this high-pitched voice yelling random threats just isn’t actually scary.

Kirk is really insistent that Sulu man his frickin’ post!

Oh no, not PI!! My nemesis, PI!

I’m really living for Sulu here.

If the entity entered a tranquilized person, it might take up knitting. I gotta say, that doesn’t make any sense as a plot point but I like it anyway.

That was a very efficient tranquilizing job! Everyone in a 400+ person ship in like 10 minutes? Get the medical team on the Enterprise in charge of the vaccine distribution stat.

Kirk just outright assumes that Spock won’t be a hospitable entity choice. And he’s not even wrong! The entity chooses the dead body over Spock or Kirk. It knows when it’s not wanted.

Hengist has been revived!

The entity is honestly, truly hilarious. Die, die, everybody die! Kill! Kill you all! Maniacal laughter! All while being carried by a still utterly unimpressed Kirk down the halls of the ship.

Spock’s like “get out of the way, you tranquilized idiot. Got some entity-scattering to do.”

“I gave them a pretty big shot, Jim!” Think you might have slightly overdone it, Bones? You didn’t need to make everyone useless for 6 hours for a problem that was solved in 5 minutes!

This is one of those moments, Kirk trying to get Spock to see the pretty ladies with him, when Spock seems super gay. Like, I don’t even think he is, that’s not my reading of him, and I also assume that wasn’t the intention here, but that’s just so clearly how it reads.

Aw, Kirk doesn’t want to go the strip club alone. Poor bb.

Weird how Lt. Leslie was in this when he died in the last episode.

Overall, I’d actually have to say that was a very crack-y episode. I liked the ending the best because it was so ridiculous.

What I don’t understand, in addition to whether or not the entity was really supposed to be from Earth, was how it came to be Hengist. Like, it can enter and leave bodies (or computers) at will, so perhaps it just entered Hengist, a normal Rigellian, at some point. But if that’s so, putting him on the transporter and scattering him into space was a pretty cruel thing to do. Also, why did he die (or appear to die) when the entity wasn’t in him? That implies he is the entity’s physical form. But then, first of all, how is also a Rigellian? Like did the entity mate with a Rigellian? Did the entity take over a baby Rigellian? Did the entity just claim to be Rigellian but is really just humanoid in its physical form—we did establish that some aliens, like this one, or creatures or whatever, are gaseous sometimes and solid others, so maybe its solid form is humanoid. Which would fit well with it originating in Earth, although that also brings a new and perhaps unintentional layer of creepiness to the story. I have to assume that’s the situation, but still, wild. And it doesn’t explain this: why does Hengist “die” when the entity “leaves” him, as opposed to just disappear entirely when the entity changes form??

Anyway, I know I’m overthinking this very wacky premise. Overall, I think the episode was fine. It didn’t have enough Scotty (for being a “Scotty episode”) and it changed genres an awful lot for 50 minutes. There was a tad too much misogyny going on. And overall I didn’t feel like the characters—even Kirk, and in actuality this was a Kirk episode much more than a Scotty episode, and purposefully so—were at their most interesting. Tbh Sulu ultimately stole the show in the final minutes.

Next up is the Trouble with Tribbles! Also a funny episode but at least undeniably purposefully so!

#the year 2021 #2021: star trek #star trek tos #wolf in the fold

[team-adults-blog]

4.03 The Four Horsemen

A Reaction: Apologizing for the map upfront. Not as funny or with as good of an analysis aspect as 4.02, but my reactions to kabby will always be prime. 

NYKOOOOOO I love him so much. Dang they 40+ on the way.

Lol Abby is either the only sensible one or overly dramatic because she’s the only one who covers her face before approaching.

All the animals are dyinggggg noooooooooo

Hold up. When did Octavia get a kick-ass sholder tat? This is definitely a major step in her assimilation into grounder culture. It’s more than just Indra accepting her now- maybe it’s only trikru at the moment and she gets the tattoo from them, but it’s still a big step from last season when she’s still getting hate from them. Sure she’s always going to get hate for being an outsider, but probs more from killing everybody now. Kudos. It’s rad.

Indra “I’m so proud” Roan one death to save thousands, it’s good politics. Indra has the warrior daughter she’s always wanted, but has it gone too far?

Dr. Squad all with crossed arms. What a posse. So happy for Sachin. His promotion shots on instagram made me even happier. 

These like 6 people are all that’s left of Luna’s people… So fish are not friends. Or food.

Yo check out this groovy map of the mid-Atlantic. Here’s the fun part where I waste way too much time trying to pinpoint where these places are using google maps. 

[Skip if you don’t have time right now or are just rude]

Polis=Baltimore/ Dc, looks a little above DC based on the Bay. It makes sense for Polis not be in DC because Trikru is. Tondc/ Ton DC was like “Washington DC” on a road sign and Lincoln got his name from the Lincoln memorial, which we get a glimpse of in S1.

Mount Weather= Looks to be around Luray area- which is really interesting to me because the cave/ tunnels would check out. A caving plug: Luray and Grand Caverns have really great features, but they’re dead. Railings and steps and lights have been put in everywhere to make it more accessible for folks, but more importantly to bring in a ton of money. To see Living caves in the valley, my brother is a cool dude who takes his students- and more importantly me- to see neat things without harming the cave like some punk ass bitch yanking stalactites off the ceiling.  

Arkadia= Looks to be around Culpeper… but if it was slightly more south (because the map Raven has is shit, but I’ll get to that) I could argue it’s between Charlottesville (!!!) and Culpeper, although more towards Culpeper. Like Orange/Madison counties. Literally no one cares about this but me because that is my homeland. Also TJ, Monroe (the president, not the dead character from this show that I should get back to…), and J Maddy-Mads. Zach-attack (this also works because he was a major general, not just for the rhyme) Is actually the closest to Arkadia- his house is in barboursville which puts him 25 min closer to Culpeper than TJ and Monroe. GW is up by Ton DC. Wilson is southwest of Arkadia. I don’t know/care enough about where Tyler and William Henry Harrison were from and I’m not going to look it up. This history/ geography lesson was brought to you by the Mother of Presidents, and viewers like you. Thank you.

Luna’s Rig= Somewhere off of DE/NJ coast. They might go back there, but otherwise I honestly don’t care where exactly the rig is. Like. Nyko just said that 40 people died on their way to Arkadia and Luna’s like this is all that’s left of my people. Soooooo… sorrynotsorry

Becca’s Island- I struggled figuring out what that said. I’m leaning towards it being a fictional island because the only thing I can think of it being is Sandy Hook. However, there seems to be land in the bay, soooo Sandy Hook would be part of the continental land mass instead of an island. If the picture wasn’t so wonky the only argument would be for Sandy Hook. I believe it’s only listed here because it will become plot relevant later this season when the tech team decided they need to access Becca/ A.L.I.E.’s drone or something to monitor radiation.

Note: The coastlines don’t match up perfectly. At first I was excited they’d taken rising sea levels with climate change into account, but that should make the bay larger and thus the gap between eastern Maryland/ Delaware and DC larger. So some of the Virginia coast looks good, but the east coast is on a passive margin (I took Geology guys can you tell), which means that it’s not colliding into another plate and thus being squished in on itself or mountain building (this is happening in the middle of the Atlantic) like on the U.S. west coast. But at the end of the day, I don’t think they really considered this when creating that map because 1) some areas are larger than they are now (like Long Island is now a peninsula instead of an island), indicating receding seas while 2) some coasts are cut off indicating rising sea levels. Basically. They would have been fine using a regular map from the internet. Not sure why they decided to render this shitty one or what purpose making their own serves. Maybe they don’t have rights to steal from the internet…?

You, the reader are now thinking, “who the fuck cares? That map was visible for under 30 seconds. all we were supposed to recognize is that it’s the VA/DC/MD area. Let’s move this train along I want to hear about things that actually matter.” And to this I say, you are not wrong. Let’s go. This 15 sec clip took me an hour to analyze and I’m not proud.

[Resume reading non-geography post here if you skipped. There were some jokes in there... not good ones]

Bellamy’s face at “choosing who lives or dies is your specialty” Ouch. Clarke can’t get a break. First Jasper, now Raven. Good thing he’s always on her side.

Someone’s taking the rover. My gut thought: is it fucking Jaha? Oh wait. Jasper’s problematic too and would pull that. Nope. Fucking Jaha. Your gut is always right. 

Naturally, radical Jaha who went off to find the city of light is not encouraging a trip to go find a doomsday bunker by a religious fanatic. Raven is the skeptic voice of ME. Like hey guys, remember when he did this last time? If it’s not real Clarkiepoo gonna make that list. I like

DOOMSDAY CULT MAN SAYS “there is a way out of the darkness. I can show it to you. You can be saved. Join me…” okokokokokok. Abby stays behind in Arkadia to show them the way out of the darkness. Then she is forced to take the chip and gets the rest of the camp to join her in the CoL. Coincidence? I THINK NOT.

DAD AND NATE ON GUARD DUTY TOGETHER. MY HEART. DAD MILLER IS GREAT. I like Miller Sr.

Raven x Abby

Alright. Time to defend mom. Raven’s position of wanting to save the pills- because it’s too late for them to work on Luna’s people- is understandable. Abby’s desire to save people is also understandable. I happen to love Raven x Abby scenes because they’re both so stubborn and both usually have equally strong, but different arguments. Dr. Abby probs should not have told her eldest daughter she’s killing this child. Howeverrrrr my mother, Abby, and even I, with my son VPJB, understand the power guilt has over your children. My son tried to attack a shadow for 45min today so I’m still choosing my battles. Back to the show- the emotion they bring as actors is fantastic. I’d like to pull their history out of the back of your head. Abby and Raven meet because they both have someone who went down in the dropship they desperately want to see. They bond. They trust each other and sass each other and Abby tells Raven to go down without her. Raven tells Clarke how great her mom is at a time when Clarke thinks floating Jake is still 100% her mom’s fault. Raven gets shot, Abby frickin saves her life and she only has one lame leg instead of being paralyzed from the waist down. Kudos Dr. Abby. BUT. Raven hurts, and chronic pain is rough on people, so you’ll lash out. Raven calls Abby out for being a crappy chancellor and doctor. Abby hits her. She’s instantly sorry she lost her temper and they’re distant but not terrible. Despite some heated moments, they’re fam. Abby adopts everyone she sees, and Raven, with only Finn in S1 becomes family. Then Finn dies. Then her mentor Sinclair (who I really really really really really liked and wish got more developing prior to THAT episode [sidenote: I hate when secondary/ tertiary characters get developed just so they the audience feels some emotional investment that turns into pain. Especially within the same episode. Except they’re only there for that one episode to drive another character’s development as in the dying child (Adrian) Luna brought.], so now Abby and her friends are all she has. There’s love there, which doesn’t make talking to each other ok, but I’m confident they’ll forgive each other.  It hurts more because of the love.

Murphy steals medicine to help a sick kid. Important because his father got floated for stealing him medicine when he was a sick child, and the medicine ended up not working. Abby knows better than to ask where he got it. She’s broken the law to save people before. Yay Jackson being sweet with this child. I frickin love Nyko too. He’s one cool dude.

Octavia x Indra x Gaia

Mom saves her daughter. Octavia is like oh nooo here let me help you up, my b. Another mother daughter conflict. But this time really related. Indra: My daughter was meant to lead armies. My daughter was meant to lead our people. Me and Gaia: looks like you got that after all. This scene was great. A parent who cannot understand their child. So common and yet this is the best portrayal of that I’ve seen, mainly because it wasn’t “But basketball’s your dream!” “No, Dad. basketball is your dream, not mine!” Octavia comes up with a plan to save the flame and Indra’s daughter. Loyal to Indra over Roan. I love that. Ilian’s sledgehammer was entirely too dramatic. Should have spent the money used on that effect for Raven’s map. I’ve got a bone to pick with Kirk Douglas or Michael Cliett- whomever was in charge of that. Not bitter. Omg Gaia is so sweet and lovely. I love her. I want her to stick around. Don’t let the radiation get her!

Bellamy + Clarke  x  Jaha

Leadership is lonely, it’s good she has you. You keep her centered. Obviously Jaha sees Clarke as the leader and Bellamy as her sidekick/ compass more than an equal? I feel like they co-lead well Together. Wink. You’ve got it backwards. Nice. But Jaha is giving Bell some questionable advice here- he’s saying stop blaming yourself for the massacre, you were doing what you though was best for your people, and as long as that’s true, you don’t need redemption. Sort of, Jaha. You may think you’re right, but someone is yelling at you that you’re wrong (i.e. Abby x Kane S1 culling, Kane x Boris S3 massacre), so you actually might need some redemption, maybe for your people to accept you, maybe for your soul. Kane goes off in search of redemption and atonement after he realizes the way of life on the Ark doesn’t have to be how life on Earth is. Bellamy, realizes slaughtering a village of non-militant grounders is wrong as he’s taking part in it. That’s why he convinces Pike to let Indra live. Yes, they both think they’re right, but when they realize, even in hindsight how wrong they were, they feel guilty. Jaha on the other hand is very set in this “That’s what I thought at the time and I won’t let the present change how I see my past actions.” He’s much more cold and cognitive than emotional, even with himself. Jaha’s all like, dude get over it, how many people do you have to save before you forgive yourself.

I’d say Jaha has been distant enough in that he’s been off by himself for most of the plot, or at least separated from the core group, to merit his comment on the state of Bellamy and Clarke’s relationship seriously. He has plenty of background with Clarke- his son was her best friend, their families were close pre-S1. Anyone can see Bellarke works well together, but Jaha’s outsider-insightfulness that everyone else may be too close to see (or too close to tell one of them) is that they center each other.

The List

First, can we talk about the Kabby couch parallel? Abby is snoozin at the start of S3 so peacefully and Kane glances over before going back to his sector mapping. ON THAT SAME COUCH is a peacefully sleeping Bellamy for Clarke to glance over at. He makes the list. I wonder if Riley did. Is Clarke reserving spots for grounders too or just sky people/ people in Arkadia? Bellamy gets spot 99. Good. Awe. He writes her name for her. Good job. Bellarke fans are screaming. Now we put it away... Y’all did a bang up job of that. Fold it once and put it in the OPEN CUBBY of the desk? No one will ever find it there. Snooping Jasper and Monty looking for their long lost weed never will. Oh wait. 

Funny how we’ve got another group of “100.” It’s always good to remember your roots.

End Thoughts Me: SHE’S A NIGHT BLOOD YOU DON’T HAVE TO RUN TESTS ABBY (and also you could have said “I’d like to run tests” slightly less creepily to a person who’s not the biggest fan of technology.) Abby and Clarke 20 seconds later- yeah there’s another variable here. yeah she a nightblood. Very happy Jackson got so many lines, even if they were tiny and sometimes in the background, he was in the conversation.

Noteworthy Absences and How I Feel About Them

Marcus Kane- I knew it was coming. I’m sure something big is happening with Octavia in the next episode. I thought the balance between Polis’ Octavia x Indra plot was well balanced with the Arkadia and Jaha x Bellarke plots. They were all satisfactorily interesting, a relief after Jaha’s 2B/3A plotlines. Adding a diplomatic Kane plot would be too much. He would have crowded Indra and her daughters’ scenes too. I’m good, but he was missed.

Harper McIntypre- She could have been standing guard with the Millers? Nate and Harper are besties. I like it. But then I want her to develop, so I’d rather her sit this one out and have meaningful airtime in another (or the next) episode.

Bryan- Also could have been on guard with the Millers. I actually would be really interested in seeing Bryan and Sergeant David Miller interact. Then again, He and Nate just had a fight last episode over fundamentally different beliefs, so they need air. In this case I do NOT want to have Miller Sr. interacting with them. He’s already had enough awkward interrupting couple-moments. I think he needed to be absent. There were already three plot lines and Briller drama would have pulled the show in too many directions, as with Kane. I’m cool with that.

Monty Green/ Jasper Jordan- This was a mother-daughter conflict episode with a splash of following Jaha’s whims. They didn’t fit. I’m cool with that. They’re going to find that letter Clarke should have hid in her pillowcase next week.

Echo- I’m bitter. She should have yelled at someone. What a badass.

Riley- Who is this dude. I just looked on IMDb and he’s in 6 episodes. Everyone seems to know him. I need to be part of that.

I felt we needed a refresher on full names…or lack there of...

I have no life and am very lonely. But it’s my own fault. so that’s just a nice explanation of why I have time to do this...

#4.03 #The 100 #just my thoughts #not all of them are good ones #i didn't proofread this

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Loot - Part 7 - Jim Kirk

Loot masterlist Word count: 2,734 (GOD WHAT THE HELL) Warnings: language 

A/N: let me start off by saying part 8 will be a lot better and will actually push the story along, i just wanted and needed some leonard mccoy in my life. i want to wrap this story up in 10-11 parts so we’ll see if i can actually do that. also the romulan in here is pulled right from memory alpha because im too lazy to look for more somewhere else. i also added uhura to this part because i would die for her. that’s all i guess. ENJOY N LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! tell me if you want to be tagged, etc.

You sat beside Lieutenant Nyota Uhura on the bridge. The officer usually in that place, Lieutenant Bashir was cooped up in the medbay with something resembling Legionnaires’ disease but of an unknown origin— McCoy assumed it came from the away mission Jim and six others carried out despite advice not to.

The doctor’s advice was sound considering the hostile natives of the planet that forced the away team into hiding. This wouldn’t have been much of a problem had there not been an ongoing storm— that interference rendered Scotty unable to beam the seven officers back on board and forced said seven to fend for themselves food-wise. Usually well-stocked with rations, Jim ensured the crew there would be absolutely no way they would miss any meals. This, of course, was wrong and poor Lieutenant Bashir, who filled the medbay with his groans and winces, likely ingested a foreign bacteria through the planet’s limited water and food supply.

While you were thankful to shadow probably the absolute best xenolinguist in Starfleet Academy history because of Jim’s decision to execute the away mission, his behavior worried you.

You’d always heard that Jim was daring, brave, and adventurous, but each decision he’d made in the last week was made without consideration for consequences. Being the last person to preach that, however, you kept quiet— and it wasn’t as if the two of you were speaking enough for you to say anything in the first place.

“Here— put this in,” Nyota told you, placing her metallic earphone in your hand. She rose from her chair next. “And sit here. I want to play you a recording from a few years ago.”

You nodded and stuck the speaker in your ear, a bobbled portion of it sticking out. You smoothed your hand over your tied hair and slid into her seat as she stood behind you.

You enjoyed Nyota’s company. She was a better teacher than most at the Academy. Her technique, her knowledge, and her humor helped beyond what any class would. Aside from her total brilliance, she was quick-witted, kind when merited, and extremely understanding— not to mention outrageously beautiful.

Her dark hair was usually pulled back and tied out of her striking features, her large brown eyes always lined impeccably with black eyeliner and the thickest frame of eyelashes, and her cappuccino skin managed to glow in even the abysmal lighting of the bridge and the commissary. You had to physically stop yourself from constantly flirting with her— especially around Commander Spock.

She reached over your shoulder and flipped a switch, the screen displaying several sound waves.

“Now, listen carefully. I want you to tell me what you hear— an origin planet of the dialect and a translation.”

You nodded again and listened as she played the recording at a louder volume. You bit down on your bottom lip and leaned forward. “It’s Romulan.”

“What’s it saying?”

You listened carefully and tilted your head a little.

“Setha-tri par trukatha. Setha-ki par trukatha. Setha-mille par trukatha.”

Your eyebrows came together and you repeated the message in your head. “Is it a self-destruction message?”

“Yes!” she said loudly, her hand clapping against your shoulder. She laughed when you winced quietly. “Oh, honey, you’d be surprised how many communications officers actually speak and understand any of the three Romulan dialects. It’s how I got this position— the officer before me couldn’t distinguish Romulan from Vulcan.”

“And he was the primary communications officer?” you snorted.

She motioned for you to move back to your original seat. “I know, I couldn’t believe it either. I guess not everyone has an aptitude for languages like you and I,” she said with a sigh, brushing her hair over her shoulder.

You laughed and sat back. You crossed your legs, setting your arms atop your knee. Your fingers went from being clasped together to twisting one another and the toe of your boot went from bouncing to kicking the air.

You knew your restlessness was a by-product of your anxiety caused by your presence on the bridge— and you thought that domino effect was awfully tiring.

Though the bridge crew was nice enough, Jim constant occupation of the captain’s chair was unnerving. Once aboard the bridge, Captain Mode was his default setting.  His arms placed on the armrests so his fingers could dangle off the ends, he would sit with his icy blue eyes narrowed at the large window overlooking open space. He spoke only when he deemed necessary and rarely smiled in the way you were so used to.

As if you didn’t know, Nyota told you this was unlike him. Of course, he would behave as a captain should whilst on the bridge, however, he would rarely snap as he was beginning to and would rarely keep the atmosphere so full of tension. He usually spoke non-stop, expressing his observations to Spock, Chekov, or Sulu— depending on who he thought would be more interested in his musings. She said the behavioral change had come about in just the past two weeks or so.

He seemed vacant.

His eyes felt vacant, his voice sounded vacant, and his smiles appeared vacant. He didn’t look lost or uninterested, nor did he look sad or especially frustrated, he was just absent. Physically there, his features and behavior made you think he’d gone as far as he could in his mind and sat there without the ability to face what was before him. He reminded you of a shell.

You thought he might have sensed the intense emptiness of his actions and tried to make up for it with increasingly risky behavior— as if he was overcompensating.

From the execution of an unendorsed-by-his-crew away mission, to his blatant disregard for Spock’s warnings about the native population by poking the natives’ patience with a stick, Jim seemed to be hoping his riskiness would give his superficial frustration, his disingenuous lack of interest the appearance of substance. Like he really was an angry young man stereotype that thought himself above all else.

It was poor decision-making on his part considering each member of his crew knew him well enough to know he rarely embodied and relied on stereotypes— even you knew him well enough to know that.

But he stuck to it. He remained vacant and continued to overcompensate with bouts of anger and precarious behavior— and you couldn’t help but feel totally responsible.

The thought that you made Jim into the shell he’d assumably become when your intention was to prevent the occurrence of such a thing in the future pushed your tired body to the point of utter exhaustion— an exhaustion too deep for sleep to cure, an exhaustion inching you toward regretting coming on the bridge each morning.

You returned to the bridge like clockwork each day regardless.

You only observed Nyota for three hours and the objective benefits outweighed the subjective cons. Besides, you were beginning to think of going to the bridge and seeing Jim act this way as penance for your mistake-prone, likely blister-covered soul.

At the end of your three hours, you would find relief in solitude. Solitary turbolift ride, solitary walk from the lift to your quarters, solitary evening in your quarters. It was a relief like no other.

However, much to your dismay, today was a bit different.

Unfortunately, you were to head to the medbay for your weekly check-in with McCoy. Although it was only the second time you had one of these appointments, you were tired of them.

You loved Dr. McCoy— he was as funny as he was grumpy, and he was very grumpy— but the idea of needing to be checked over every week to make sure you hadn’t charred another part of your body felt a bit excessive.

As you rose from your chair after saying goodbye to Nyota, you pulled the left sleeve of your shirt to cover the scarring that remained over your palm and fingers and took a deep breath to sooth your lightheadedness.

You smiled at Chekov when you caught his eye as he turned around and silently waved.

He returned the wave, his action gaining Jim’s attention.

Jim twisted his neck a bit, a lock of his otherwise neat blonde hair falling over his forehead. His blue eyes met yours and you watched his eyebrows fall to a neutral position rather than furrowed. His frown straightened out and his usually clenched jaw came loose.

You smiled at him a little, nodding once. The lightheadedness, in turn, grew stronger.

He offered you a similar smile and turned to face the window again.

You took that as your cue to rush to the lift and not stop deep breathing exercises until it came to a halt upon your desired deck.

The medbay doors slid open as you approached them and the smell of antiseptic was overpowering. The pretty blonde nurse seated at the nurse’s station smiled at you politely.

You knew she recognized you. You felt in the medbay what frequent flyers probably felt in airports— you just didn’t like it.

“He’s in Exam Room 2,” she said, motioning towards the corridor to your left.

You nodded and, once you were two feet from entering the exam room, called out, “Bonesy, I’m still scarred.”

“Emotionally or physically?” was the response you received as you stepped through the door. You could hear the smirk in his gruff voice.

“Oh, both.” You smiled at him and hopped onto the biobed. “Obviously.”

He was leant against the counter on the far right of the room with his arms crossed over his chest. His dark hair was combed perfectly and his blue shirt was totally wrinkle-free— it was hard to believe he was on hour seven of an eight-hour shift. “What’s the damage this week?”

“Minimal,” you answered honestly, rolling your sleeves up. You held your arms out to him. “See? No new burns.”

He rolled his hazel eyes with a purse of his lips— his usual disbelieving expression. He stepped before you and began recording the many numbers displayed on the monitor. “Vitals are off. Heart rate is quick and temperature’s a little high. Have you been feelin’ a little sick lately?”

“No more so than usual.”

You wanted to back away from his hand as he laid it flat against your forehead, his lips forming an abyss-like scowl.

“Last time we did your bloodwork, your hemoglobin and sodium were low. Takin’ those iron supplements and salt tablets, I trust.” His expression said he did not trust.

You shrugged. “Whenever I remember to.”

“Not good enough.” He stared at his PADD again. “Eatin’ well?”

“We’re on a starship, Bones. No one is eating well.”

“Try to,” he said simply, looking up at you through his thick eyelashes. “What about sleep? Gettin’ enough of that?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Define ‘enough.’”

“Darlin’, have you been sleeping at all?”

“‘At all’ is, like, one minute and above, right?” you asked. “If so, yes, I have been sleeping at all.”

He offered you his most sarcastic look. “You’re not eating right, your vitals are all over the place, you only take your supplements when you remember to rather than when you’ve been asked to, and you aren’t sleepin’. This is what you’re callin’ minimal damage?”

“Yes, but all of those things were true last week, too. This week, I didn’t burn myself,” you pointed out with an almost pitiable amount of pride. “That’s real progress, my friend.”

“That’s real pathetic, my friend.”

“You’ll heal more flies with honey than vinegar.”

He snorted. “It’s ‘you’ll catch more flies with honey.’ Either your lack of sleep is already takin’ a toll on cognitive processes, or you’ve never been the sharpest tool in the shed.” He paused to frown in consideration before continuing, “Maybe a lil’ bit of both.”

“Has anyone ever told you to heal with love?”

“Ain’t a chance in hell I’ll be takin’ your advice after ‘you’ll heal more flies with honey,’” he told you with a laugh, shaking his head once. “I take it the lack of burns means Scotty fixed your replicator.”

“Something like that,” you shrugged. “He threw it out and gave me a new one.”

You’d thought that, in itself, would be a pain. You wouldn’t have an excuse to have forearms littered with crescent-shaped burns anymore. You would be forced into being careful— something you weren’t used to.

The artifact wasn’t giving you much trouble, however, and didn’t bother the ship much either. After you returned from the medbay and retrieved it from the storage closet that night, you tossed the burnt shirt aside and stared at the ancient metal in your hands. You ran your finger over the inscriptions and fought the urge to throw it against the wall. Instead, you once again placed it in your closet and prepared yourself for the worst.

But, over the last two weeks, a strange calm had come over the artifact. There were no temperature hikes, no increases in humidity, no spikes in volatility— an orange glow stayed over your clothes and a soft hum emitted from the closet. You assumed it was due to the artifact’s overcoming of the nebula’s magnetic impact and hoped for precisely that, extremely satisfied that you weren’t roped into heedful behavior.

“Wise man.”

“Wise snitch of a man,” you corrected, scowling.

McCoy snorted. “Don’t be such a child— he did the right thing.”

“Yeah, yeah— agree to disagree. Let’s move on.”

“Okay, new subject then.” He looked up from his PADD and set the tablet beside you on the biobed. “Is there a reason you aren’t able to eat or sleep?”

“Seamless topic change.”

“Thanks, I try. Answer the question.

“There’s a reason,” you nodded. “The food’s gross and my mattress is made of broken glass.”

He narrowed his eyes and raked his long fingers through his hair. “I’m bein’ serious. Did you notice a pick-up in your sleeplessness and lack of appetite?”

“Cut to the chase,” was becoming a common phrase for you since boarding the Enterprise and you used it again in that moment, crossing your arms over your chest and cocking a single eyebrow.

“In the last two weeks, you’ve barely been eating.”

He shook his head when you opened your mouth to speak. “Don’t try to defend yourself, sweetheart— I pulled your replicator logs.”

He nodded when you shut your mouth and continued, “Judging by the onset of your pale appearance, your lightheadedness, forgetfulness, obvious deficiency in knowledge of idioms, you haven’t been able to sleep for approximately the same amount of time.”

“Okay. I’ve been busier these last two weeks— with Uhura on the bridge and—”

“I make it a point not to get involved with Jim’s love life.” He shook his head and clicked his tongue, “Or rather, sex life. But I’ll interfere when I feel like it’s necessary.” He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest just as you had. “So, tell me, darlin’, what the fuck is wrong with the two of you that two weeks of nonsense aren’t enough?”

“What?” You sounded a bit annoyed— mostly because you were. “What are you talking about?”

“Botha y’all, I swear,” he said under his breath. “Fuck if I care who is sleepin’ with who, but when your health starts slipping, it becomes my concern. Same with Jim’s.”

“I’m fine, Jim is fine.”

“It’s like y’all fuckin’ rehearsed this shit. I can see who’s fine and who isn’t with objectivity, I don’t need your input or Jim’s input. Be adults, talk to one another, sort it out— there would be no reason for the both of you to be so upset if it was unsalvageable.”

“Bones, my reasons haven’t changed. Think of it as preventative measures, like a vaccine.”

He smiled at you softly. “Darlin’, dealing with people and dealing with diseases are two very different things. Stop worryin’ about what’ll happen in the future and causin’ yourself pain on a ‘what if.’”

“If the ‘what if’ comes true, it’s gonna be a lot worse than this.”

“Take it as it comes. This whole thing might be worth all of that.” He paused and raised a single eyebrow, frowning. “Hard to believe y’all have feelings for each other in the first place— you both have the emotional depth of goldfish and the attachment tendencies of nomads.”

“Please, God, no more analogies.”

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