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Weekend Top Ten #547
Top Ten Small Spaceships
Welcome back to Pappa Heslop’s Two-Part Spaceship Rundown! I promise never to refer to myself as “Pappa Heslop” again!
Yes, after last week’s ranking of big-ass starships, motherships, and sentient ships from Hell, I'm downsizing. Today we're looking at smaller ships. One-man fighters, dinky UFOs, or even vessels that can carry a limited crew but aren’t, y’know , super-spacious. This one was a bit harder, not just because big ships seem more prevalent, but because I struggled a bit to define the line. Is Starbug big or small? What about Serenity? Or even the Falcon?
Truth be told though the biggest problem I had was Star Wars shaped. Quite frankly I wanted to put about half a dozen SW ships on here. The Naboo fighters, the funny-looking B-Wing, the Razor Crest, Dooku’s solar sailor... Tons! But then it just becomes a Star Wars fest and I wanted to avoid that, so I limited myself to two. Well, three. I cheated.
Anyway, that's it for now. Just get reading.
The Millennium Falcon (Star Wars, 1977): I'm sorry to be so basic but what else could it be? It's a beautiful ship, instantly iconic, a character into itself, but it's also, in a way, every other ship on this list. Ragamuffin cobbled-together working class ship populated by cheeky scoundrels with hearts of gold? That's pretty much everything.
Starbug (Red Dwarf, 1989): I love its filthy industrial interior, how great the set design is for a cramped shuttle that's also a sitcom set. But it's the iconic exterior, the series of growing green bubbles, that wins the spot; part spaceship, part dirty green snowman laying on his side.
Shuttlepods (Star Trek: The Next Generation, 1987): it was a toss-up between this and the Defiant, but I've always loved the minimalist design of the shuttles. Tiny little wedge things with dinky nacelles, like a space hatchback or a piece of cheese. They're just so cute!
Cosmos (The Transformers, 1985): oh Cosmos! I love you so! Making a reappearance after having his alt-mode praised a few weeks ago, he's back with his gorgeous little stumpy UFO design. He's just a beautiful green flying saucer with a round red head and I love him.
X-Wing/TIE Fighter (Star Wars, 1977): once more I cheat but these two are inseparable. Simultaneously conveying the jerry-built nature of the Rebels and the brutalist factory line efficiency of the Empire, they also have truly unique and era-defining quirks (S-foils, ion engines) and fantastic sound design.
The Normandy (Mass Effect, 2007): I love the design of the ship, partly evoking TNG but also – for me – echoing the edges of 80s car design, a vision of the future dreamed up in the past. Maybe I'm alone in that. Anyway, it's really the interior that matters, as you get to run around your own ship, corridors leading to offices and cargo holds, a pilot you can bark orders to. It's totally great.
The *batteries not included aliens (*batteries not included, 1987): do these count as ships if they’re really living beings? Who knows? So was Cosmos, although he could theoretically carry people inside him (steady). Anyway, these are adorable mini-UFOs who tug on our heartstrings and make everyone's lives better. So they count, dammit.
The Benatar (Avengers: Infinity War, 2018): some people prefer the Milano, the Star Lord’s original ship, but not me. I like this one’s design, inside and out, and its massive tiered cockpit that lets everyone see out. Plus it comes with a big mining pod thing that can fly off on its own.
Serenity (Firefly, 2002): another big loveable junker peopled by loveable jerks. Great swan neck style design leading up to the bridge, with massive industrial engines. I feel a bit less affinity for the brand than I used to but it's still a great ship design.
Banshees (Halo: Combat Evolved, 2001): these are right at the bottom only because I'm not 100% certain they’re real space ships. I think they can go into space, but you'd better be in your suit because your arse is sticking out the back end. Still, what a great design; chromium neon people aesthetic, organic curves, tiny wings, pink lasers... Truly beautiful.
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2022 Primetime Emmy Award Nominations - Outstanding Fantasy/Sci-Fi Costumes
The Witcher (Netflix) - Season 2, Episode 8 ‘Family’
Costume Designer: Lucinda Wright
Assistant Costume Designer: Rebecca Jempson
First nominations for both Wright and Jempson
Moon Knight (Disney+) - Episode 6 ‘Gods and Monsters’
Costume Designer: Meghan Kasperlik
Costume Supervisor: Martin Manderville
Assistant Costume Designer: Richard Davies
Assistant Costume Designer: Wilberth Gonzalez
Third nomination for Kasperlik, previously nominated in 2021 for Mare of Easton and 2018 for Fahrenheit 451.
First nominations for Mandeville, Davies, and Gonzalez.
Loki (Disney+) - Season 1, Episode 1 ‘Glorious Purpose’
Costume Designer: Christine Wada
Costume Supervisor: Nora Pederson
Assistant Costume Designer: Tamsin Costello
Assistant Costume Designer: Carol Beadle
First nominations for Wada, Pederson, Costello, Beadle.
Star Trek: Picard (Paramount+) - Season 2, Episode 2 ‘Penance’
Costume Designer: Christine Bieselin Clark
Costume Supervisor: Michell Ray Kenney
Assistant Costume Designer: Allison Agler
First nominations for Clark and Kenney.
Second nomination for Agler, previously nominated in 2021 for Ratched.
What We Do In the Shadows (FX) - Season 3, Episode 8 ‘ the Wellness Center’
Costume Designer: Laura Montgomery
Costume Supervisor: Judy Laukkanen
Assistant Costume Designer: Barbara Cardoso
First nominations for Montgomery, Laukkanen, and Cardoso.
The Book of Boba Fest (Disney+) - Episode 1 ‘Chapter 1: Stranger in a Strange Land’
Costume Designer: Shawna Trpcic
Costume Supervisor: Julie Robar
Assistant Costume Designer: Areayl Cooper
Second nomination for Trpcic, previously nominated in 2021 for The Mandalorian.
Third nomination for Robar, previously nominated in 2020 and 2021 for The Mandalorian.
First nomination for Cooper.
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Holidays 9.8
Holidays
Actor’s Day
Asturias Day (Spain)
Blondie Day
Blue’s Clues Day
Colorism Awareness Day
Community Day (Spain)
Day of Aid Workers
Day of the Battle of Borodino (Russia)
Extramadura Day (Spain)
Festa Della Rificolona ends (Paper Lantern Festival; Florence, Italy)
Fiestas de Santa Fe begins with the burning of the Zozobra (New Mexico)
Hazelnut Day (French Republic)
Iguana Awareness Day
International Day of Journalists
International Literacy Day (UN)
Kosrae Liberation Day (Micronesia)
La Vierge de Meritxell (Feast of Our Lady of Meritxell; Andorra)
Mariä Geburt (Liechtenstein)
Martyrs’ Day (a.k.a. Massoud Day; held on Shahrivar 18) [Can be 9.8 or 9.9]
Matki Boskiej Zielnej (a.k.a. Fest of Greenery; Poland)
Meritxell Day (Andorra)
National Actors Day
National Ampersand Day
National David Day
National Dog Walker Appreciation Day
National Double Merle Awareness Day
National Essential Medicine Shortages Awareness Day
National Iguana Awareness Day
National Lissencephaly Awareness Day
National Neighborhood Day
National Pardon Day
Onam ends (India)
Pardon Me Day
Pediatric Hematology/Oncology Nurses Day
Pledge of Allegiance Day
Solidarity Day of World Heritage Cities
Star Trek Day
Turkmen Bakhshi Day (Turkmenistan)
Victory Day (Malta)
World Gravity Day
World Physical Therapy Day
Worldwide Cystic Fibrosis Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Bacon Burger Day
Date Nut Bread Day
2nd Friday in September
Carry Nation Festival begins (Holly, Michigan) [Friday after 1st Monday thru Sunday]
Farmer-Consumer Awareness Day (Washington) [2nd Friday]
Fiesta de Santa Fe begins (New Mexico) [1st Friday after Labor Day]
Great Canadian Beer Festival (Victoria, BC) [2nd Friday & Saturday]
King Turkey Race (Minnesota) [2nd Friday]
Knabenschiessen begins (Switzerland) [2nd Friday thru Sunday]
Nae Nae Day [2nd Friday]
National Dog Walker Appreciation Day [1st Friday after Labor Day]
National Folk Festival begins [2nd Friday thru Sunday]
National 401(k) Day [Friday after 1st Monday]
Popeye Picnic begins (Chester, Illinois) [2nd Friday thru Sunday]
Stand Up to Cancer Day [2nd Friday]
Independence Days
Alsann (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]
Andorra (Nation founded, 1728)
Macedonia (from Yugoslavia, 1991)
Seybold (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]
Feast Days
Adrian and Natalia of Nicomedia (Roman Catholic Church)
Adrian of Nicomedia (Christian; Saint Feast Day) [brewers, middle England's brewers guild] *
Carnot (Positivist; Saint)
Corbinian (Christian; Saint)
Disibod (a.k.a. Disen or Disbode; Christian; Saint)
Eusebius, Nestablus, Zeno, and Nestor (Christian; Martyrs)
Feast of Honor for Lada and Leda (Bread & Harvest Festival; Slavic Pagan/Asatru)
Feast of ‘Izzat (Might; Baha’i)
Feast of Papa-Lea (God of Kava Drinking)
Il-Vittorja (a.k.a. Feast of Our Lady of Victories; Malta)
Jill St. John Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Mead Day (Pagan)
Mimi Parent (Artology)
Monti Fest (Mangalorean Catholic; Parts of India)
Morty Moot Mope (Muppetism)
Nativity of Mary (Roman Catholic Church, Anglo-Catholicism)
Our Lady of Charity (Christian; Saint)
Our Lady of Covadonga (Christian; Saint)
Our Lady of Good Health of Vailankanni (Christian; Saint)
Our Lady of Meritxell (Andorra; Christian; Saint)
Ozias Humphry (Artology)
Paradoxically Non-Paradoxical Day (Pastafarian)
Sergius I, Pope (Christian; Saint)
Vicious Sex Day (Pastafarian)
Virgin Mary Day
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Fortunate Day (Pagan) [36 of 53]
Prime Number Day: 251 [54 of 72]
Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]
Premieres
Ally McBeal (TV Series; 1997)
Blue’s Clues (Children’s TV Series; 1996)
Bone Machine, by Tom Waits (Album; 1992)
Boys Town (Film; 1938)
The Breadwinner (Animated Film; 2017)
Brigadoon (Film; 1954)
Cat's Cradle, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Novel; 1963)
Cold Comfort Farm, by Stella Gibbons (Novel; 1932)
Frank Sinatra Sings for Only the Lonely, by Frank Sinatra (Album; 1958)
Havana, by Camila Cabello (Song; 2017)
Hitchhiker, by Neil Young (Album; 2017)
Hold Your Fire, by Rush (Album; 1987)
iCarly (TV Series; 2007)
I Just Can’t Get You Out of My Head, by Kylie Minogue (Song; 2001)
It (Film; 2017)
Jeannie (Animated TV Series; 1973)
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, by Susanna Clarke (Novel; 2004)
Lovelorn Leghorn (WB LT Cartoon; 1951)
Make Me, 20th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2015)
Mouse-Warming (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)
Never for Ever, by Kate Bush (Album; 1980)
Nurse Betty (Film; 2000)
Psycho (Film; 1960)
The Pure and the Impure, by Colette (Novel; 1932)
Second Foundation, by Isaac Asimov (Novel; 1953) [Foundation #3]
The Sirens of Titan, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Novel; 1959)
Star Trek (TV Series; 1966)
Suffer, by Bad Religion (Album; 1988)
Today’s Name Days
Adrian, Mariä Geburt (Austria)
Hadrijan, Maja, Marija, Sergije (Croatia)
Mariana (Czech Republic)
Maria (Denmark)
Mariann, Marianna, Marianne (Estonia)
Taimi (Finland)
Adrien, Béline (France)
Adrian, Mariä Geburt, Otmar (Germany)
Despoina, Genethlios, Skiadeni, Tsampika (Greece)
Adrienn, Mária (Hungary)
Immacolata, Maria (Italy)
Amirs, Ilga, Ilgonis, Nelda (Latvia)
Daumantė, Klementina, Liaugaudas, Vytautas (Lithuania)
Allan, Alma, Amalie (Norway)
Adrian, Adrianna, Klementyna, Maria, Nestor, Radosław, Radosława (Poland)
Natalia (Russia)
Miriama (Slovakia)
Cinta, Covadonga, Fuensanta, Meritxell, Natividad, Nazaret, Nuria, Sagrario, Sergio (Spain)
Alma, Hulda (Sweden)
Maria, Mary (Ukraine)
Adria, Adrian, Adriana, Adrianna, Adrien, Adrienne, Hadria, Hadrian, Hadrien, Joachim, Joakima, Joaquin, Joaquina (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 250 of 2024; 115 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 4 of week 36 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 3 of 28]
Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 23 (Wu-Chen)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 21 Elul 5783
Islamic: 21 Safar 1445
J Cal: 10 Aki; Threesday [10 of 30]
Julian: 25 August 2023
Moon: 35%: Waning Crescent
Positivist: 27 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Carnot]
Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 11 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 78 of 94)
Zodiac: Virgo (Day 17 of 32)
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Holidays 9.8
Holidays
Actor’s Day
Asturias Day (Spain)
Blondie Day
Blue’s Clues Day
Colorism Awareness Day
Community Day (Spain)
Day of Aid Workers
Day of the Battle of Borodino (Russia)
Extramadura Day (Spain)
Festa Della Rificolona ends (Paper Lantern Festival; Florence, Italy)
Fiestas de Santa Fe begins with the burning of the Zozobra (New Mexico)
Hazelnut Day (French Republic)
Iguana Awareness Day
International Day of Journalists
International Literacy Day (UN)
Kosrae Liberation Day (Micronesia)
La Vierge de Meritxell (Feast of Our Lady of Meritxell; Andorra)
Mariä Geburt (Liechtenstein)
Martyrs’ Day (a.k.a. Massoud Day; held on Shahrivar 18) [Can be 9.8 or 9.9]
Matki Boskiej Zielnej (a.k.a. Fest of Greenery; Poland)
Meritxell Day (Andorra)
National Actors Day
National Ampersand Day
National David Day
National Dog Walker Appreciation Day
National Double Merle Awareness Day
National Essential Medicine Shortages Awareness Day
National Iguana Awareness Day
National Lissencephaly Awareness Day
National Neighborhood Day
National Pardon Day
Onam ends (India)
Pardon Me Day
Pediatric Hematology/Oncology Nurses Day
Pledge of Allegiance Day
Solidarity Day of World Heritage Cities
Star Trek Day
Turkmen Bakhshi Day (Turkmenistan)
Victory Day (Malta)
World Gravity Day
World Physical Therapy Day
Worldwide Cystic Fibrosis Day
Food & Drink Celebrations
Bacon Burger Day
Date Nut Bread Day
2nd Friday in September
Carry Nation Festival begins (Holly, Michigan) [Friday after 1st Monday thru Sunday]
Farmer-Consumer Awareness Day (Washington) [2nd Friday]
Fiesta de Santa Fe begins (New Mexico) [1st Friday after Labor Day]
Great Canadian Beer Festival (Victoria, BC) [2nd Friday & Saturday]
King Turkey Race (Minnesota) [2nd Friday]
Knabenschiessen begins (Switzerland) [2nd Friday thru Sunday]
Nae Nae Day [2nd Friday]
National Dog Walker Appreciation Day [1st Friday after Labor Day]
National Folk Festival begins [2nd Friday thru Sunday]
National 401(k) Day [Friday after 1st Monday]
Popeye Picnic begins (Chester, Illinois) [2nd Friday thru Sunday]
Stand Up to Cancer Day [2nd Friday]
Independence Days
Alsann (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]
Andorra (Nation founded, 1728)
Macedonia (from Yugoslavia, 1991)
Seybold (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]
Feast Days
Adrian and Natalia of Nicomedia (Roman Catholic Church)
Adrian of Nicomedia (Christian; Saint Feast Day) [brewers, middle England's brewers guild] *
Carnot (Positivist; Saint)
Corbinian (Christian; Saint)
Disibod (a.k.a. Disen or Disbode; Christian; Saint)
Eusebius, Nestablus, Zeno, and Nestor (Christian; Martyrs)
Feast of Honor for Lada and Leda (Bread & Harvest Festival; Slavic Pagan/Asatru)
Feast of ‘Izzat (Might; Baha’i)
Feast of Papa-Lea (God of Kava Drinking)
Il-Vittorja (a.k.a. Feast of Our Lady of Victories; Malta)
Jill St. John Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Mead Day (Pagan)
Mimi Parent (Artology)
Monti Fest (Mangalorean Catholic; Parts of India)
Morty Moot Mope (Muppetism)
Nativity of Mary (Roman Catholic Church, Anglo-Catholicism)
Our Lady of Charity (Christian; Saint)
Our Lady of Covadonga (Christian; Saint)
Our Lady of Good Health of Vailankanni (Christian; Saint)
Our Lady of Meritxell (Andorra; Christian; Saint)
Ozias Humphry (Artology)
Paradoxically Non-Paradoxical Day (Pastafarian)
Sergius I, Pope (Christian; Saint)
Vicious Sex Day (Pastafarian)
Virgin Mary Day
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Fortunate Day (Pagan) [36 of 53]
Prime Number Day: 251 [54 of 72]
Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]
Premieres
Ally McBeal (TV Series; 1997)
Blue’s Clues (Children’s TV Series; 1996)
Bone Machine, by Tom Waits (Album; 1992)
Boys Town (Film; 1938)
The Breadwinner (Animated Film; 2017)
Brigadoon (Film; 1954)
Cat's Cradle, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Novel; 1963)
Cold Comfort Farm, by Stella Gibbons (Novel; 1932)
Frank Sinatra Sings for Only the Lonely, by Frank Sinatra (Album; 1958)
Havana, by Camila Cabello (Song; 2017)
Hitchhiker, by Neil Young (Album; 2017)
Hold Your Fire, by Rush (Album; 1987)
iCarly (TV Series; 2007)
I Just Can’t Get You Out of My Head, by Kylie Minogue (Song; 2001)
It (Film; 2017)
Jeannie (Animated TV Series; 1973)
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, by Susanna Clarke (Novel; 2004)
Lovelorn Leghorn (WB LT Cartoon; 1951)
Make Me, 20th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2015)
Mouse-Warming (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)
Never for Ever, by Kate Bush (Album; 1980)
Nurse Betty (Film; 2000)
Psycho (Film; 1960)
The Pure and the Impure, by Colette (Novel; 1932)
Second Foundation, by Isaac Asimov (Novel; 1953) [Foundation #3]
The Sirens of Titan, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Novel; 1959)
Star Trek (TV Series; 1966)
Suffer, by Bad Religion (Album; 1988)
Today’s Name Days
Adrian, Mariä Geburt (Austria)
Hadrijan, Maja, Marija, Sergije (Croatia)
Mariana (Czech Republic)
Maria (Denmark)
Mariann, Marianna, Marianne (Estonia)
Taimi (Finland)
Adrien, Béline (France)
Adrian, Mariä Geburt, Otmar (Germany)
Despoina, Genethlios, Skiadeni, Tsampika (Greece)
Adrienn, Mária (Hungary)
Immacolata, Maria (Italy)
Amirs, Ilga, Ilgonis, Nelda (Latvia)
Daumantė, Klementina, Liaugaudas, Vytautas (Lithuania)
Allan, Alma, Amalie (Norway)
Adrian, Adrianna, Klementyna, Maria, Nestor, Radosław, Radosława (Poland)
Natalia (Russia)
Miriama (Slovakia)
Cinta, Covadonga, Fuensanta, Meritxell, Natividad, Nazaret, Nuria, Sagrario, Sergio (Spain)
Alma, Hulda (Sweden)
Maria, Mary (Ukraine)
Adria, Adrian, Adriana, Adrianna, Adrien, Adrienne, Hadria, Hadrian, Hadrien, Joachim, Joakima, Joaquin, Joaquina (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 250 of 2024; 115 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 4 of week 36 of 2023
Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 3 of 28]
Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 23 (Wu-Chen)
Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)
Hebrew: 21 Elul 5783
Islamic: 21 Safar 1445
J Cal: 10 Aki; Threesday [10 of 30]
Julian: 25 August 2023
Moon: 35%: Waning Crescent
Positivist: 27 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Carnot]
Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 11 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 78 of 94)
Zodiac: Virgo (Day 17 of 32)
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Watch Ghost’s Macabre Music Video for Single ‘Spillways’
The following article has been posted on July 27, 2022 at 07:39PM:
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“From The Rolling Stone Magazine Website – Watch Ghost’s Macabre Music Video for Single ‘Spillways’”
Ghost has released an evocative music video for their single “Spillways,” off the Swedish metal group’s recent LP, Impera.
Directed by Amir Chamdin, the cinematic clip sees the band performing in an austere, shadowy room as eight dancers interpret the song with blood dripping from their eyes. As they perform, the musicians wear gas masks while frontman Tobias Forge dons his signature black and white makeup as he sings about the need for internal darkness to escape.
Watch Ghost’s Macabre Music Video for Single ‘Spillways’
Ghost, led by Forge, who performs under the stage name Papa Emeritus, released Impera earlier this year. It followed their 2018 album, Prequelle, which told the prescient story of a plague that spreads not only disease across the world but contagious schools of thought. The new album centers on the “concept of empires and their self-destruction mechanisms,” as Forge described it to Rolling Stone earlier this year.
The theatrical metal outfit will kick off the next leg of its Imperatour next month. The North American trek will see the band headlining 19 arenas across the U.S. and Canada, plus an appearance at Virginia’s Blue Ridge Rock Fest. The tour begins Aug. 26 at San Diego’s Pechanga Arena and runs through Sept. 23 at the Resch Center in Green Bay. Information and tickets are available here.
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HOLY FAWN RELEASE NEW ALBUM 'DIMENSIONAL BLEED' ON SEPTEMBER 9th VIA WAX BODEGA
HOLY FAWN, the Phoenix-based band whose 2018 DIY release,
'Death Spells', earned the fledgling foursome widespread recognition from both colleagues and writers, return with the eagerly-awaited album, 'Dimensional Bleed' (September 9th through Wax Bodega). Following their recent single+video 'Death Is A Relief' (released in advance of their spring 2022 tour with Deafheaven). the band also today release a new single, the title track, which you can listen to - HERE
“We’re always going to be the same four humans making music,” explains singer/guitar player Ryan Osterman of the collection that they co-produced with Mike Watts (Dillinger Escape Plan, Glassjaw). “With every release, I feel like we’ve continued to learn how to best support each other both mentally and musically, which enables us to try new things. Personally, I think this record has truly allowed us to explore more creative avenues than we did with 'Death Spells'.”
"Dimensional Bleed’ vaguely refers to a concept of multiple dimensions and timelines that could exist simultaneously,” adds guitar player Evan Phelps. “A lot of different media has alluded to this ideology, and I find the possibility of multiple dimensions intersecting and bleeding into others to be fascinating.”
Live wise, HOLY FAWN embark on the first leg of what will be a lengthy touring cycle in support of 'Dimensional Bleed', on August 31st. The two-week US trek, with support from Astronoid, culminates in a return performance at Riot Fest, and then a UK headlining stint follows.
HOLY FAWN UK tour dates:
September 26 Manchester, UK Deaf Institute
September 27 Glasgow, UK The Garage (Attic)
September 28 Nottingham, UK Bodega
September 29 Bristol, UK Exchange
September 30 London, UK 229
PRE-ORDER - HERE
LISTEN TO SINGLE “DIMENSIONAL BLEED” - HERE
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Lullaby [One shot]
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairings/characters: Leonard McCoy x reader (but not really)
Words: 1344
Warnings: Fluff, nakedness
For @outside-the-government's Trek Fest 2018. Banner by @starshiphufflebadger.
Inspired by a conversation between @iguess-theyre-mymess and me.
Prompt/summary:
What would Leonard do to help you sleep?
The room was dark when Leonard entered. He expected that, it was late. The brief moment the light from the hallway lit up the desk, counter and replicator, it showed nothing out of the ordinary. But there was something that made him frown. The quiet seemed wrong.
"Computer, lights at 20 percent."
He gazed around the room, everything seemed to be in order. With ears strained to listen for anything other than the hum of the warp core, he moved towards the bedroom. There he saw her, lying in the middle of the bed like a starfish stark naked and with eyes wide open.
"Darlin'? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
She only replied with a frustrated groan.
"One of those nights?"
Grunt.
Leonard turned his back and began to peel off the pale blue uniform, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew very well how frustrating it could be to suffer with insomnia, but he had to admit he found her infuriatingly cute when she was frustrated. The sounds she made, the faces she pulled. It's what first made him notice her, that one day ages ago when she was forced by her head of department to visit the medbay after being bitten by an unknown creature on an away mission. She claimed it was very unnecessary and she had better things to do, but the threat of being transferred had her complying.
"Can I give you a scan?" he asked, setting the tricorder he always had fastened to his belt on the counter as he pulled his pants off.
"Sure."
Wearing just his underwear, Leonard fiddled with the tricorder as he approached her on the bed, still in the same starfish position. Her eyes followed his every move, their usual sparkle replaced with exhaustion and, from what he could see in the low light, a red tinge to the whites. The device in his hands made a few faint beeping noises, he nodded and then switched it off. "Everything is in order. But you do look awfully tense. I was planning on taking a shower, but maybe we could take a bath instead?"
She didn't reply right away but stared at him. He could almost see her mind working, trying to decide if it was worth getting up for. But then she yawned and rolled her eyes. "Yes, please," she said and sat up. "Bath bomb?"
Leonard chuckled. "Sure, we'll use one of your bombs. Come on." He held out his hand and she grabbed it, letting him pull her up and to her feet.
"How was your day?" she asked, squeezing his hand lightly on the way to the bathroom.
Leonard told her all about his day in medbay as he drew the bath, pulled out a couple of ridiculously fluffy white towels – definitely not Starfleet issued, and looked through her collection of bath bombs. She was leaning on the sink, eyes still following his every move. He selected a lavender scented bomb to help relax her and dropped it into the water before deciding the tub was full enough. The water began fizzing merrily, the faint smell of lavender filling the bathroom. "Go on, climb in, love."
She let out another yawn and pushed off from the sink to test the temperature with her fingers, glancing at Leonard as she did. "Hmm. Perfect."
"Did you expect anything else?" He raised a dark eyebrow.
"Not really." She smiled playfully and stepped into the tub, sinking down into the fizzing water with a drawn-out moan.
Another smile crossed his face as he pulled off his underwear and socks, before climbing in and settling down behind her. "Computer, bathroom lights at 20 percent." The bright lights dimmed slowly and she wiggled herself closer to Leonard, leaning back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
For a few moments they sat in silence, the fizzing of the bath bomb the only sound to be heard.
"Talk to me some more, Len," she requested. "Your voice is soothing."
He went into detail about his day, as much as he could without breaking any confidentialities or talking about something disgusting. Then he moved onto his plans for the next day. All the while he spoke he massaged her thighs, gently rubbed her stomach, ran his fingers up and down her arms. To an outsider it would have looked sexual, but there was nothing sexual about it. Just intimate. Calming.
When he began listing the supplies he needed to stock up on, he pushed her forward a bit and began working out the knots and kinks in her shoulders and neck. The bath bomb was settling down a bit now, but the smell of lavender still lingered in the air.
"You're wound tight, darlin'," he commented as he worked out a particularly hard knot. She winced at the pain, but grit her teeth, knowing it would feel so much better after.
"Been on too many away missions lately," she said, moaning as a knot seemed to just melt under Leonard's hands.
"There's no one Jim trusts more to deal with alien creatures."
"I know... Still, threaten him with a hypospray if he takes me on the next two or three." She chuckled sleepily.
"I will, sweetheart." He knew she didn't mean it. Away missions were exhausting, but she loved to be there for first contact with all these creatures and wouldn't have it any other way. "I think that's enough massage for one day. Or you'll feel like a big bruise tomorrow. We can't have that." He pulled at her to lean back again, and she rested her head on his shoulder, turning her head a bit to place a kiss on his chin.
"Good massage, doctor. Love those magic hands."
"I know you do."
Before silence could settle around them again, Leonard began humming quietly. It was a slow tune, sounded like a lullaby. His voice vibrated through his chest and she was growing heavy against him.
"What's that?" she asked, words slurring a bit.
He took a few moments to answer, letting the song come to a natural pause. "Something my mom used to sing to me when I was little. Can't remember the words anymore, but the melody has stuck with me."
"Hmm. Never heard it before. Continue, please."
He did. One hand rested securely on her stomach to keep her in place, the other danced up and down her arm and thigh. He heard her breathing come heavier and heavier, and a quick glance down told him that her eyes were fluttering, trying and failing to stay open.
"I think you're ready, darlin'," he then said.
"No." She pouted, but the protest was feeble.
Leonard rose and helped her up and out of the tub. He grabbed one of the fluffy towels and dried her off so gently, as if she was a fragile vase. And seeing how sleepy she was, she probably would topple over if he pressed too hard. There was a small goofy smile on her face that told him he had been very successful in relaxing her. So, before she could wake up again, he quickly dried himself off too, drained the tub, and lifted her up bridal style.
"Bed now."
"Okay."
Since the covers were already in a pile at the foot of the bed, he gently laid her down on her side and hurried to the other side and slid in next to her. He reached for the covers and pulled her close under it.
She made a hum of satisfaction and seemed to melt in his arms. Her eyes were closed, her sleepy breaths wafting over his neck. "Night. Love you, Len," she said.
"Love you too," he said, but had a feeling she was already too far into dreamland to hear him. The weight of the day finally settled over him too and sleep pulled at his eyes. He took a deep breath, the scent of lavender still lingering to her skin, and then he too drifted off.
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Like Air
Summary: Jim Kirk x Reader. You’re trying to forget about your relationship problems by drowning your sorrows, when a Starfleet Captain appears.
Word Count: 2000
Warnings: Swearing; a bit of relationship angst; teen rating.
A/N: This was a request from @yallneedtrek ages ago for my 100 follower challenge! Prompt: “I’m only here to establish an alibi”. I’ve not written for anyone other than Bones before so I hope this is okay!
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Coming to the bar tonight was a mistake, you think.
You’d assumed that dressing up to the nines, drinking and dancing would help you forget how ridiculously, unbelievably furious you are with your boyfriend. That somehow flirting outrageously would smooth over the raw, jagged hurt that he so casually disregarded your mere existence.
But you're about a half a bottle of tequila down, all the guys seems to be handsy morons, and your anger doesn't seem to have diminished one iota.
You toy with the shot glass in front of you at the bar, lamenting the criminal waste of what is, frankly, a fucking spectacular outfit. Knocking back the drink, it occurs to you that you haven't yet considered the possibilities of any of the other genders… or species. Interesting...
With a sense of renewed possibility and adventure enhanced by the gentle buzz of alcohol, you lean back against the bar on your elbows and survey the crowd. Maybe you might get lucky and find a cute Orion who can show you a thing or two about losing your inhibitions.
Absorbed as you are in watching the crowd pulsing and heaving on the dance floor, you fail to notice the guy in the ‘Fleet dress greys, with the messy blond hair and broad shoulders adorned with Captain’s insignia, squeeze into the space beside you at the bar. That is until he turns around to mimic your pose and dips his head to breathe softly into your ear, “with a dress like that you’re looking for trouble in a place like this.”
Suppressing a snort, you turn to him with a roll of your eyes. You would tell him where to go, except that just maybe there’s a flash of something in his earnest startlingly blue eyes that you’ve not seen before, certainly not in any of the guys that have tried it on with you tonight.
Uncertainty.
Despite the line, and the practiced charm that oozes out of his pores, you just know he’s a tiny bit doubtful that he’ll be taking you home tonight. It’s by no means a given: he’s going to have to work for it.
“Are you gonna be trouble?” you ask bluntly, eyebrow cocked.
“I guess it depends on why you came here.” He’s passing his drink from hand to hand, trying to look nonchalant, you think. Pretending there’s nothing at stake.
“I’m only here to establish an alibi.” You look him dead in the eyes as you say this, liberate the glass out of his hand and take a long, slow sip. It’s some kind of whiskey, and you enjoy the pleasant burn down your throat and the satisfaction that his eyes have widened just a fraction.
“An alibi?”
“Yeah. My soon to be ex-boyfriend is an asshole. I’m considering putting him out of his misery.”
“Ex-boyfriend huh?” He looks you up and down thoughtfully, carefully, before pinning you with his piercing gaze. “The idiot will be crying himself to sleep tonight at the thought of losing you.”
“You’d think, but somehow I doubt it.” You tear your gaze away from him and stare resolutely at the stolen drink in your hand. “He didn’t care enough to consult me before accepting another five-year deep space posting. I doubt he’s losing any sleep,” you spit out bitterly. Your voice trembles a little as you voice your grievance out loud, and you try desperately to ignore the stinging sensation of threatening tears.
All at once you’ve had enough of the twist of anger in your chest, you’re done feeling sorry for yourself. It’s pointless. You came out to get smashed and forget, to replace the hollowness of complete and utter rejection with the feeling of being desired. Breaking down into a blubbering mess is not part of the plan, not infront of him.
“I’m going to dance,” you say, pushing yourself upright and taking a couple of decisive, if wobbly, steps towards the floor. You toss what you hope is a cool glance back over your shoulder at the officer, who’s staring at you like he doesn’t quite know what to make of you. “You going to join me?”
He doesn’t need asking twice, and quickly catches up with you weaving your way into the centre of the press of bodies. As you stumble a little, heels catching on moving feet, you feel him slip a steadying arm around your waist and his chest presses to your back as he steers you to a tiny space.
The music - some kind of alien song that feels a bit Latin - pounds so loud you can barely hear yourself think. The beat reverberates up from the floor through your legs and spine and you throw your arms up in carefree abandon. Your dance partner spins you around so you’re face to face and pulls you close, hands snaking their way down to your ass so that your hips are moving together, twisting and winding.
This. This is what you’ve been looking for all night. So why do you feel so conflicted?
You drape your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, and your partner sighs, pressing his forehead to yours. You’d expected him to be wearing a cocky grin at his success, but those beautiful eyes like a summer sky are staring at you seriously, drinking you in like they belong to a man dying of thirst.
A hand skates up your back, grazing hot skin through the cutouts in your dress and you feel sparks shoot to your core. It comes to rest cupping the base of your skull, fingers woven into your hair, and then he’s tilting your face up to his. Warm breath brushes over your lips for just a second of hesitation, before he’s kissing you hungrily.
The music is still washing over you and you’re still both moving with it instinctively as you kiss. It’s hot and open mouthed, his tongue tangled with yours and its not sweet and tender, just pure, needy, desire.
When you break away, the music has slowed and he turns you again to hold you with your back to his chest. You can feel it heaving as he tries to regain his breath, sure that in return he must feel your pounding heart crashing against your rib cage.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs into your ear, swaying you back and forth. You tip your head to the side and he kisses gently the sweet spot behind your ear, making you shiver. “Are you sure it’s over?”
The question makes you freeze. He can clearly feel the stiffening of your posture, and he relaxes his hold. You face him, meeting his uncertain gaze. “How can it not be?”
There’s a sharp intake of breath. You’ve stopped moving, a lone still point in the sea of people. You wonder how they all manage to be so... carefree.
“People make mistakes. Maybe he’s already realised what an asshole he’s been. Maybe he wants to put it right?”
“But why would someone do that? When they said they loved you, how could they decide something so fucking huge without even a word, a second thought even?” The stream of tears you thought you had dammed, rise up and spill over as you speak. He goes to brush them away and you bat his hand back, pummelling his chest with clenched fists. “It makes me feel like I’m nothing, Jim” you gasp.
“Y/N, baby. You are everything. Everything.” Jim tips your chin up with two shaking fingers, forcing you to look at him, as if he can make you feel his earnestness if he holds your gaze long enough. “I’m sorry, okay. So sorry baby.”
Pressing the heels of your hands to your hot cheeks, you swipe the tears away, hands stained with black streaks of smokey eye makeup. “I found out from Len, Jim! I felt so stupid that I didn’t know what he was talking about. What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know! The call came out of the blue, I thought we’d have more time. It’s the Enterprise, Y/N. I thought I could be rational, logical...”
You bark a laugh. “But she’s always been the other woman.” Jim grasps both your hands and you can’t quite bring yourself to pull away again. “Did you think about me at all?” you ask, half afraid to hear the answer.
“Yes! I thought about how amazing it would be to be back in the black, back on my ship, but this time with you. I was going to ask you to come with me.”
“We’re supposed to be a team, Jim. Decisions this big, we’re supposed to make together. Fuck it! I know how important this is to you.” You shake your head, suddenly feeling a little too sober. “The worst of it is, if you’d only asked I would have said yes.”
“I’m good at fucking up relationships, but I want to put this right. I love you Y/N, I need you sweetheart, like I need air.” You let him pull you into a tight embrace and as you breathe in his familiar scent, you feel grounded. He presses kisses into your hair, before pushing you back a little so he can see your face. “I told the Admiralty that I won’t go unless you decide to come with me. If I can’t be with you, I don’t want it.”
You stare mutely in shock. Jim Kirk, Starfleet hero and confirmed commitment-phobe is standing infront of you, telling you he is willing to give it all up for you. It’s a lot to take in.
The lack of an answer seems to make Jim nervous and he grabs your hands again, rubbing circles with his thumbs over your knuckles. “You don’t have to decide straight away, but tell me you’ll consider forgiving your asshole of a boyfriend, and come home with me.”
You’ve known the answer to this question since he appeared next to you at the bar. Despite everything, the anger, the hurt, you never stopped loving this man. You could have looked in every bar on the planet, and still not found a single person worth even half of Jim Kirk.
“Dammit Jim, you’re still an asshole, but I don’t go around kissing guys like I did before unless I plan on going home with them.”
Jim’s intense look softens into an uncertain smile, and you can’t help but stretch up to brush your lips against his. The smile stretches into a grin, and suddenly he’s dipped you over backwards and is kissing you deeply, until your knees weaken and you start to feel a little more tipsy again.
“M’dizzy,” you mumble against his lips, and he stands you upright again with a laugh.
The cocky grin fades suddenly. “Y/N, were you really planning on going home with some random guy?”
“Or maybe a girl. There was a cute Orion I saw earlier, and it would have been a shame to waste this dress,” you tease.
“It would have killed me if you had,” he replies seriously and you feel a flash of guilt for being so reckless in your anger. If you were honest you had wanted him to hurt. You reach up to stroke down his beautiful face.
“I was hurting, and not thinking straight. But in the end, none of them were you. It turns out you’re like air to me as well, and I’m going home with you Jim. We can talk about the rest tomorrow. I still have, like, a million questions.”
“Its a deal. I get to take the most beautiful and forgiving woman in the galaxy home with me tonight, and in the morning I’ll make us breakfast and you can ask me anything you want. Whatever we do, we do together.”
He takes your hand and turns it over bringing it to his mouth to kiss the inside of your wrist, where your pulse is fluttering wildly. Then he starts leading you off the dance floor.
“Good. And then I’m gonna have to call Len, because I’m gonna need to know how I’m supposed to live on a fucking starship with you and manage not to kill you for the next five years.”
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Bad matchmaking
Pairing Scotty x reader
Fandom Star Trek Aos
Summary You confess your feelings to the captain and he tries to help you with setting you up with the wrong person
Word Count: 2100
Warnings: mention of a crash
A/N: I tried to mention as many characters as I could Hope you all like it
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‘’Three more moves and I will finally beat you for once.’’ You calculated how to take Christine’s king after losing four times straight. You were both skilled at chess but you played more for fun. You got tired and asked Carol to advise you about your moves beforehand. Now she was watching you play being proud of how well you followed her advice.
‘’See (Y/N), you can be an extremely difficult opponent when you focus on the game. Queen to C4.’’ Christine studied the board anticipating your next move.
‘’I am playing to enjoy my free time. I am not competitive like the rest of you. Yesterday Leonard was staring me down to distract me while we were playing. And that’s part of what I'm doing now. Rook to B6. Check.’’
After you won the game you thank Carol for her help.
‘’Wait, was she helping you the whole time? And you left to play by myself?’’ Christine pretending to be annoyed by her friend’s betrayal.
‘’No, she was just my mentor. I wanted to win at least once this week. To gain some confidence before the mission on Friday. I haven’t been on such an important mission before and I am a little worried.’’
‘’Don’t worry about it, Ensign. You will have the best people there with you. Jim said taking a seat next to you with Jaylah. You hadn’t noticed them earlier and he scared you a little.
‘’I know that Jaylah will protect both you and Scotty while away. And Lieutenant Collins knows what to do in the event of hostiles, he has been attacked once and beat them. There is nothing to worry about.’’ His reassuring words thought fell on deaf ears because right at that moment the people he was talking about entered the room. And all you did was to stare at the man you had fallen in love with since you started working at the enterprise, Montgomery Scott. You met in your first week when he came by your room to check on Jaylah, your roommate, who had broken her arm. She was asleep at the time so you made sure Scotty knew you were taking care of his friend. His charm and his caring personality are what drew you to him and in a few months, you ended up daydreaming about dating him.
‘’Are you listening to me?’’ Jim interrupted your thoughts.
‘’No sorry. What were you saying?’’ You turned to face the captain and give him your undivided attention.
‘’Nothing important. Now, I’m pretty sure I know why you weren’t paying attention to me.’’ He smiled knowingly at you.
‘’You know?’’ You thought you had kept your crush a secret from everyone.
‘’It’s obvious (Y/N). You are staring that I would try to believe you are trying to read his mind.’’
‘’Please don’t tell him anything. I will try to find the perfect opportunity to confess my feelings myself.’’
‘’Of course, don’t worry about it. I promise to say nothing. Now, you should go get everything ready for your mission.’’ He watched you leave and took another look at the men across the room. Scotty was still talking to Lieutenant Collins about something, the chief engineer was obviously passionate about while the other man seemed a little bored. At that moment Jim felt happy he only promised not to talk but you didn’t say anything about meddling. So, he came up with a plan to help you find your opportunity.
For the next few months, it was like someone was trying to sabotage your changes with Scotty. You barely saw him and when you spotted him somewhere he was always busy. At first, you didn’t think anything of it, still, you began getting worried. What if Jim had told him about your feeling and he was afraid to reject you?
On top of that, you weren’t sent with him on missions anymore. It was like Jim thought you and Collins made a good team you were sent everywhere together. When a linguist and an engineer were needed someone, it was always the two of you. You started getting sick of seeing his face. Not that he wasn’t attractive still you missed the time you get to spend with Scotty. You would talk about the ship, your families or your home back to Earth. You knew it would be a stupid decision to question the captain but you thought that asking him about it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe after the next mission.
So, when a spaceship crashed, you found yourself on the rescue team. You were sent to communicate with any survivors so they will aboard the ship and then allow the doctors to treat them.
The mission was hard but you and the rest of the team managed to bring all the survivors on board. The engineers that were on the team were able to salvage some of the spaceship’s part in order to be included in making the new one for the crew. You were proud of yourself since it was a major success and you finally used some of the languages that your supervisor had taught you.
However, the bliss you felt from completing the mission didn’t distract you from the conversation you wanted to have with the captain. You just had to make sure to voice everything like you wanted to gain experience working with some other members too and not as a complaint against lieutenant Collins.
‘’Hey (Y/N) congratulations on the mission today. All our patients seem to feel at ease with you and were thankful they could communicate with someone. Great job.’’ Christine complimented you.
‘’Thanks Chris, I appreciate it. Listen, I can’t talk right now and I bet you still have a lot of work. Do you mind if we talk about this over breakfast tomorrow?’’ Your eyes were once on her and once scanning the corridor for Jim.
‘’Of course (Y/N), are you looking for something?’’
‘’Yes, Jim, have you seen him?’’
‘’He was just here to be briefed by doctor McCoy about the patients. He said he was going to his quarters to work on something.’’
‘’Thank you, Chris. I will see if I can find him there.’’
Just as your friend mentioned Jim was in his quarters making sure all the parts of the crashed ship had been properly cataloged to be sent back so they can be part of the new ship. He was done when you showed up and asked to talk to him.
‘’(Y/N) just the person I wanted to see. One of them to be exact. I will plan a little celebration for our mission when the crew of the USS Gladiator is all healed. And I would love to honor all the team who achieved it. What do you day?’’ He motioned you to sit with him on the couch.
‘’That would lovely both of us and for them. To left their spirit a little. However, there is something I would like to discuss with you. I don’t want you to take this personally or as a complaint. Just as a question.’’ You paused trying to find the right words even if you had practiced this in your head all the way. Jim didn’t interrupt you, he was curious and let you speak when you were ready.
‘’Is there a reason I’m always on away missions with the same people? I mean, I could learn some more things if you change the structure of the teams.’’ You looked hopefully at him hoping he would agree with you.
‘’I see your point and I do believe it’s a good strategy. But I would hate to break you and Collins apart. You seem to work fine together and honestly, I am expecting a thank you for pairing the two of you together for so long.’’
‘’Why would I thank you, Jim? It’s not like he is the best engineer to work with. I would thank you if you paired me up with Scotty because he is the best, or with any of my friends.’’
‘’What do you mean? I pair you with him so you can talk about how you are feeling. You told me you liked him.’’ You both looked confused by his conversation.
‘’I never said that. What are you talking about?’’
‘’Back before your first difficult away mission. Don’t you remember? I was trying to ease your concerns and you totally blew me off to stare at him.’’
That day came to your mind and you realized what had happened.
‘’Oh, my God Jim, I can’t believe this. I wasn't talking about him. If you remember that scene clearly, he didn’t enter the room alone.’’
‘’Yes, he was with... He tried to picture the scene. ‘’Scotty. He is the one you were talking about?’’
‘’Yes. I have been in love with him since my first week here. Please tell me you are the only person on the enterprise who knows about my apparent crush on Collins. You haven’t told him anything, have you?’’ You started panicking at the prospect of him believing you like him.
‘’No don’t worry. I haven’t told Collins anything about it. You should probably talk to Scotty though. With how much time you have spent with someone else he might have gotten the same idea I had.’’
‘’Jim you are absolutely right. I will go to talk to Scotty right now. Also, I'm not going to be able to have dinner with you tonight. I might end up making other plans.’’
‘’Of course, Ensign, just make sure you thank me later for my help.’’ You gave him an annoyed look. ‘’For making you admit your feelings by matchmaking you with another.’’ He giggled as you blew him a kiss and left to find your future boyfriend. However, what he failed to mention was that Scotty knew about his matchmaking plans from the beginning. He even helped execute some of them.
When you made it to engineering, Scotty was filing the reports from a previous away mission.
‘’Ensign (Y/LN), can I help you with something? I see here that your mission was successful. Congratulations on communicating so well with the survivors of the crash. I am sure Lieutenant Uhura must be proud of you.’’
‘’She is, all the survivors seem to trust me enough to allow me to translate the doctors that are treating them.’’ You were excited about helping those poor people. However, your nerves were overwhelming.
‘’And I'm sure you worked perfectly with lieutenant Collins.’’ You were too focused on what you wanted to tell him to notice the tone of his voice.
‘’We worked well together. But I’m sure you mentioned it because you were aware of Jim’s plans, right?’’ His eyes fell worrying you have figured out he was hoping to be in Collins’ position. However, you thought he was just sorry for helping Jim. He nodded without saying anything out of fear that his voice would crack.
‘’Well… that shows us that even though he is a certified genius our captain can sometimes be a little dense.’’ You approached Scotty and stood in front of him.
‘’He was right about me having feelings for someone. Just got the person wrong.’’ You hoped that you had given him enough clues to realize what you were implying.
‘’What do you mean? Who is the right person?’’ He dared to feel hope even after telling himself for months that you wouldn’t look at him.
‘’A beautiful guy who can always make me feel safe around him. Who makes sure I’m comfortable after any jump and who once had to carry me to the med bay. Who has an amazing sense of humor and the most adorable accent I have ever heard. Do you believe he will ever let me be more than just friends?’’ You looked into his eyes to determine the answer yet he beat you to it.
‘’Absolutely, he would a fool not to. Only an idiot would deny the opportunity to date such a beautiful creature. One that can brighten up the room with their presence and who can be reasonable even when angry. And I would like to know if that person would like to have dinner with me.’’ He shyly reached for your hand.
‘’Of course, I would. Let me change clothes and I will meet you in the dining hall.’’ You gave him a kiss on the cheek and left. You walked fast to your room and he stayed touching the area your lips were just on, both of you with wide smiles on your faces.
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Bones discusses the finer points of the tribble.
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Horse Rancher!Leonard McCoy
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Phantasmagoria
Yay, it’s Trek Fest 2018! All thanks to the lovely @outside-the-government for this great event. :)
I have finally broken through my fluff phase and wrote something a bit differently to my other fics. (At least I hope so?) Of course it’s McKirk, that seems to be my muse lately, but it’s not too heavy on the relationship part, as it concentrates mainly on Jim. That’s why I thought this would be perfect for his special week.
However, I hope you guys like it, cause I wrote this over the weekend instead of doing uni stuff. :D
For general info and better orientation, this takes place during the end of STID.
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: McKirk
Warnings: angst, mentions of child abuse (once), kind of mind fuckery
Words: 3115
Phantasmagoria: random series of associative images, illusions or phantasms as in dreams or under feaver.
He remembers this place. Not only the house, but also the farm surrounding it. The dry dirt dusts up into the air as he takes step for step, coming closer to the old farmhouse. He has been here before, but when?
Curiously, he steps up the porch and knows before he actually hears it, that the second tread will make a horrible squeaking sound, alarming whoever lives here of his presence. He flinches at the noise, hates it, always has.
He remembers being forced to avoid it while sneaking back into the house, but also getting caught once due to his carelessness. And the thorough beating he got for it. After that he had learned his lesson, so he had found a way back into his room over the roof and his window. Frank had never caught him again after that.
His eyes grow wide. Of course, Frank.
He’s in Iowa, back home. Back at the farm he had hated so much when he was a child, where his mother had left him and his brother back in the care of the pathetic excuse of a stepfather.
Why is he here? Isn’t he supposed to be somewhere else?
“Jim.”
Someone is calling him. A man. Does his voice come from the inside? Why does it sound so familiar?
He’s in front of the door, and he’s not sure if he wants to go inside. What will expect him in there? Empty rooms? Or Frank on the couch, surrounded by dozens of beer bottles, and his glassy eyes, hazy from too much alcohol, glued to the vidscreen? Giving a shit about Jim coming back?
No... Frank doesn’t live here anymore. He’s long gone.
Jim’s thoughts are growing messy, his head is spinning while trying to gather the right memories. He has to close his eyes, take steadying breaths to calm himself down, as he can’t afford to panic now.
When he feels calm enough to face whatever awaits him, he opens his eyes, and reels back immediately.
He’s inside the house, but how? Just a second ago he was still standing outside, and he can’t remember moving an inch away from his position in front of the door.
What the hell is going on?
There are noises coming from the kitchen, but it’s not Frank, can’t be Frank, so who is in there? He slowly starts moving, wariness mingling into his confusion, and when he steps into the room, sees what’s in front of him, he stops right where he stands, too shocked to say anything.
His mother is standing at the stove, with a silly pink apron, the ribbon, sitting on her lower back, neatly bound. She’s humming as she stirs the content of one of the pots on the stove plates with a wooden spoon, not looking up, but instead completely entranced with whatever she’s cooking.
It’s wrong. So, so wrong and Jim has no idea what’s going on, cause this can’t be his mother.
Winona Kirk is a messy cook. Jim knows this from his own experiences, the last one made at an awkward attempt to bring the family back together, to amend her wrongdoings from his and Sam’s childhood.
When he had been back after… after what? Images flash through his head, a planet destroyed, a ship exploding, and Jim tries to remember, but the memories flee away from his mind’s grasp.
But he remembers setting foot back on earth, his mother waiting for him with Sam by her side. Days later they were back at this house, the kitchen a mess and no aprons with pretty ribbons.
She suddenly looks up, turns around and spots him standing in the door, and he stares at her. She looks the same as that day, same clothes plus the apron, wrinkles around her eyes, made of worries and old, ineradicable grieve that’ll never grow out of her heart, no matter how much she tries, how much she runs away from it.
But she smiles at him, looks even happy?
Suddenly Sam rushes into the room, straight towards the coffee pot, but his mother is still looking at him contently, until her eyes stray away from him, move towards the kitchen table.
“Look George, Jim is back home.”
Every muscle in his body tenses as he goes immediately rigid, cause she is not talking to Sam. He turns towards the table, afraid of what he’ll see.
Jim must have gone crazy, cause indeed, there’s he sitting, not a day older than 29, looking the way Jim knows him from uncountable holo pictures his mother had tried to hide from him at the attic.
George Kirk, his father, looks up from his own mug of coffee, staring at Jim and scrutinizing him with a calculating gaze.
“You’re not supposed to be here, son.”
It’s too much. Jim can’t handle this, can’t cope with what’s happening here, as he must have lost his mind. He whips around and starts running, runs to get away, to get out of here, and suddenly he hears the voice again.
“Jim, you need to come back.”
It’s leading him towards the outside, so he runs for the front door, stumbles through it, only to be blended by bright light.
He closes his eyes for a second, and when he opens them again, he’s not on the farm any longer.
Instead he finds himself in a desert of ice, no living soul to see far and wide. He looks down on himself, and again he’s taken aback. His clothes have changed somehow, he is clad in a dark grey parka, it’s hood drawn tight around his head, protecting him from sharp storming wind whipping snow into his eyes, making it hard for him to even see his own hands.
It should be cold, freezing as hell, but he can’t feel it. He doesn’t know why, but nothing so far has made any sense.
Looking around, he can’t see anything but ice and snow. What is he supposed to do now? As he has no better idea, he starts walking into whatever direction. He can’t orientate himself, there’s nothing to hold on in this barren landscape, but he has to do something and waiting for anything to happen won’t do him any good. He has to get away.
Jim doesn’t know how long he’s walking, if it’s minutes or hours, as his sense of time is completely lost to him.
But suddenly, he sees a dark figure in the distance so he’s mending his pace in hope that this person knows how to get away from this horrible wasteland.
He’s getting closer, and faster than anticipated he stops behind the figure, who turns out to be a man, standing at the edge of an icy cliff.
The man turns around to him, and Jim recognizes the old wrinkled face.
“James T. Kirk.”
Spock. The old Spock, stranded in this universe, cut off from his own timeline and suddenly Jim remembers the planet.
Vulcan. Destroyed, from the inside out. Billions of lives lost.
Remembers the ship, the Narada, steered into it’s doom by a madman craving for blood and revenge.
He’s on Delta Vega, this is where he met the old Spock, though not like this. Jim knows that he should have stumbled into a cave, where Spock scared a monster with only a torch away.
But still, he had turned around the same way, greeting him with the exact same words.
Why was it different this time?
There is no time to wonder though, with Earth in danger, and every other planet belonging to the Federation.
“Spock, we need to go! Nero, he’s after the Earth. We need to find Scotty!”
But the old Vulcan doesn’t move from his spot, just turns back towards the edge of the cliff and looks up in the sky.
“It’s too late, old friend.”
Jim feels a pang of sympathy, of course he does, not only did the man lose every way back home but he also had to witness his planet dying. His gaze follows Spock’s up, to where a red planet should be seen, but is gone now.
And he’s right, Vulcan is not there, but in its place is another planet.
Jim feels nauseous, cause this is his planet, it’s Earth, but that doesn’t make any sense, as it should be light years away from here.
He keeps staring, and sees how his home slowly crumbles down, collapses with the outside getting sucked inside, and then - it’s gone.
Rage fills him, this is not how it had happened, they were supposed to save his planet, the whole Federation and not stand by, watching the catastrophe without being able to do anything.
Tears fill his eyes, so many more lives lost, and it’s his fault, Spock’s fault, Nero’s fault.
He roars at the Vulcan, gaze still caught on the now empty sky.
“Spock!!!”
And he lets the anger consume him, overtake his mind as he launches himself at the old man, ready to throw punch after punch.
But Spock suddenly vanishes, there’s nothing left but silent air, so he stumbles over the edge, rolls down as he falls and falls and falls.
This has to be it, he thinks. He wants it to end, wants it to stop hurting, wants to believe that his planet, his home, his friends are not gone, lost to the endlessness of the universe.
He can’t stop it, maybe he can escape this somehow, and in a last attempt of desperation, he closes his eyes and hopes.
It seems to work, as he feels that his falling has ended, but he also feels dizzy, all his senses overworking until everything stops at once.
He lets out a harsh breath, tries to calm down once more, and slowly opens his eyes again. Looking up, he sees the white ceiling of a room and realizes that he’s lying on his back on a couch. Ice and snow are gone, but he has stopped wondering and second guessing his mind. Maybe he should just accept that he’s gone crazy.
“Are you finally awake, sleeping beauty?”
His head whips around, to see who’s there.
Christopher Pike is sitting at his desk, scribbling down on his PADD, and not looking up. There’s this smirk on his lips, the one that always sneaks up on his features when he’s teasing Jim, or when he thinks that he has outwitted him.
He sits up and realizes that he’s wearing his cadet reds, that he’s in Pike’s office at Starfleet’s campus.
By now he has given up to find any logic behind all of this, he’s tired and just wants it to end.
“You know Jim, I really approve of your hard work, but you also need to look after yourself. There are these things called sleep and food, you really should try them sometimes. I heard they are supposed to work miracles on exhausted minds and bodies.”
The Captain finally looks up from his work and grins smugly at Jim.
But Jim doesn’t find it in himself to smile back, as he sees images of a broken man flashing through his mind, remembers his hand squeezing a lifeless body, desperation welling up in him. Hatred blooming in his heart, pouring through his veins, the cause another monster unleashed onto the world, who killed Pike and so many more.
He remembers their last conversations, and finally breaks down.
“Sir, I’m so sorry. Oh god, you were right. So right.”
Pike frowns, as if he doesn’t know what the blond is talking about.
And Jim buries his head in his hands, can’t look at him, can’t stop the tears streaming down his face, and he’s ashamed for losing his composure in front of the older man.
But Pike says nothing more, he just raises from his chair and sits himself down next to Jim.
He lays his hand reassuringly on his shoulder, but Jim doesn’t feel the touch. It nearly drives him crazy, he wants to feel it, needs to. Needs it as proof that Pike is really here, alive and well and his soul not lost between fire and debris in the ruins of Starfleet’s Headquarters.
Pike smiles softly at him, as if nothing is wrong, as if he hadn’t died an unneccessary death that could have been avoided so easily.
“It’s going to be ok, son.”
And Jim swallows his next heaving breath, cause Pike is mirroring his own words uttered not long ago in a seedy bar where Jim was trying to drown his sorrow on the bottom of a glass of bourbon.
Jim thought he had felt miserable that day, but that is nothing to the pain and devastation he feels right now, cause this is just his mind playing tricks on him. It can’t be anything else. He’s tormented with the image of this man he respected and admired, and Jim wishes nothing more for this to be real, to be more than just his own delusional wants.
“It’s ok Jim. You did your best. But now it’s time. You have to go.”
He lets himself be pulled off the couch and shoved towards the door, though he doesn’t want to go. This time he wants to stay, cause Pike’s office is safe, is right, is…
He turns around when he’s through the door, opens his mouth to speak, but when he looks back the scenery has changed again and he’s staring at the warp core of the Enterprise. With a pang in his heart he remembers what happened, his ship falling out of the sky and the sacrifice he had to make in order to save his crew.
The core is aligned, so all that’s left is crawling back through the Jefferies tube leading towards the entry of the chamber.
“Jim, don’t do this to me.”
The voice is back again, starting to sound desperate, and Jim tries moving faster towards the direction he believes it to come from.
He knows that he should be in agony, cause he remembers it, white hot searing pain running through him, but again he feels nothing.
He finally reaches the end of the shaft, closes the door that seals off the radiation and separates it from the rest of the ship.
Someone is waiting for him. It’s his Spock, the on from his own universe, crouched down on the other side of the glass, and again his mind doesn’t get the memories completely right.
But that doesn’t matter now, as he starts growing tired, slumps down in front of the Vulcan and looks at him.
A single tear is running down his cheek, and Jim, who has never seen his first officer this devastated, tries to console the grieving man, as he presses his hand in the Vulcan salute against the glass. Spock mimics him, looks at him while more tears threaten to fall and follow the first one.
“You need to wake up, Captain. He’s waiting for you.”
Jim has to close his eyes, can’t hold them open any longer when it’s the most exhausting thing he’s ever done.
He’s afraid of closing them, fears where he’ll find himself next, but in the end it’s too hard to stay awake and so he gives in.
The world turns dark, and Jim feels like he’s floating, caught between sinking and rising up towards the surface.
But what surface? Where is he? And who is waiting for him? Who is he?
“Jim don’t you think you have slept long enough now? Come on kid, let me see those pretty baby blues of yours. Please, Jim.”
There is no doubt, Jim knows this voice, the man it belongs to. And his heart is aching, can hardly stand how broken he sounds, wishes he could comply to the pleading.
“You know, you even made Nyota cry. Don’t you think you owe it to her to wake up?”
Oh he wants to. So badly and with every fiber of his being, but he’s still floating, doesn’t know how to move, how to leave this dark and endless void.
“Spock keeps coming every day. I don’t know if it’s me or him who’s more uncomfortable about him sitting here in silence and staring at you. It’s kind of creepy, so do us a favour and save us both from the awkwardness.”
The voice keeps talking to him, creeps into his thoughts and mind until the urge to rise is unbearable and Jim needs to move, needs to get away from here.
“Scotty is blaming himself. Every time he comes to visit you, he keeps apologizing and how he should have stopped you. I think he needs you to wake up even more than I. Do him the favour, that man is not supposed to be this mournful.”
He doesn’t understand everything, only snippets reach him but they are enough to make him want to fight.
“Sulu and Chekov came to see you today. Do you know how hard it is to look into the kid’s sad puppy eyes? I told them you’re going to be ok. So don’t make me a liar, Jim.”
Jim holds onto the voice, on the man behind it, that his mind is desperately trying to remember. He’s important to him, that’s a natural given and the only thing he can be sure of in this otherwise maddening silence.
The man keeps talking, telling him about people, their life without him. About his little girl waiting for her uncle Jim to wake up and answer her letters. How he’s going to take Jim back home to Georgia with him so that they both can recover and escape to a save retreat for a while, until he’s fit to go back to duty. About how Jim will make his life miserable by whining and complaining how bored he is, but he’ll take that over Jim being unconscious and still for the rest of his life.
And suddenly Jim remembers.
He starts fighting for real, cause they all were right, he needs to get back to him, can’t let him wait any longer.
Other voices start to mingle with his, they interrupt him, his parents, Pike - their words an infinite loop that help him rising closer to the surface.
And then it happens, he’s waking up.
His eyes snap open, the voices are gone and his senses start working again. He feels sheets prickling on his skin, and he wants to sob in relief, cause finally everything is real and he knows, that he is right where he's supposed to be.
He turns his head to the right, as he hears someone shuffling around, and there he is.
Bones.
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Jim Kirk x Orion! Reader
When you first met the man two weeks before the official ceremonies, he seemed rather stiff and awkward, which was understandable given the circumstances, but even under the dread and nervousness he was projecting, you found his scents extremely enticing.
“A pleasure to meet you, Captain. I see the reports about you were all true.” You looked him up and down appreciatively.
Despite his look of consternation, a blush reddened his cheeks, only rendering him even more adorable to you.
“Likewise,” He said, recovering himself to offer a handshake in the human form of greeting. “I’ve heard glowing things about you, Y/N.”
You simpered at him.
“My father tends to exaggerate, especially when he’s trying to close the deal. Looks like he finally succeeded.”
Kirk looked away for a moment, faint grin appearing.
“My superiors were pretty eager to finish things, too. Threatened to give me a ground posting if I refused to cooperate. This whole treaty must be really groundbreaking.”
“Mostly because they’re so eager to reap the benefits,” you said knowingly. “And my father wanted me out of the house because I cause too much trouble, apparently.”
“Oh? What kind of trouble?”
“Enough to scald your delicate Terran ears,” you said coyly. “I doubt the pride of Starfleet would want to hear about my misdeeds.”
The captain shook his head, a smile appearing again.
“I take it you haven’t heard about the many times I’ve nearly been kicked out for breaking the rules? Trust me, Y/N, I’ve done a heaping share of misdeeds in my time, might have ended up in jail if I hadn’t joined Starfleet.”
“Ooh, tell me more,” You cooed, moving a little closer to him. He smelled very appealing in addition to his striking good looks and your interest in him was growing stronger every minute.
Jim was sweating and trying to hide the fact he was being affected by your proximity. He hadn’t been with an Orion since Gaila and had forgotten the power of Pheromones, even while muted by suppressors. Pheromones or not, he was pretty sure he’d find you stunning anyway.
“Well,” he began, “there was a lot of drunk and disorderly and the occasional petty theft, but the real biggie was when I was 12 and drove my dad’s old car over a cliff to keep my stepdad from selling it and profiting of it. The guy was a jerk.”
Your eyes widened. “How did you not go over the cliff with it, James?”
“I still don’t know, but I somehow just managed to catch the edge of the cliff with my hands. Fortunately or unfortunately, that was when the cops showed up.”
“Did you go to jail?” You asked.
“Oh, no, but I got grounded for months. It was worth it, though. I hated that man.”
You sensed it was a painful topic for him, so you asked him about Starfleet Academy and he regaled you with his exploits for quite a while, giggling at the creative pranks he admitted to being a part of.
“Ah! Getting along nicely, I see. Excellent!” Your father’s voice boomed from the doorway, interrupting your enjoyable conversation with Jim, as he’d asked you to call him.
“Did you need something, Father?” you asked, reigning in your irritation as his overly proud of himself attitude.
“No, no, Y/N, I merely wanted to make sure there was no bloodshed,” he soothed. “It appears you two don’t require any mediators, though. That bodes well for the future.”
Your face turned a deeper green at his hints and you shot an apologetic look at Jim.
“I believe it does,” you agreed, with a sly smile. “The captain is quite agreeable and not at all hard to look at. Certainly the best candidate you’ve brought for me yet.”
It was Jim’s turn to blush as you complimented him to your father.
“Well, don’t let me disturb you, then,” your father remarked snidely. “I’ll get busy planning the wedding.”
As quickly as he’d come, he was gone, leaving you and Jim laughing awkwardly.
“I…..uh... guess I’ll see you then,” the captain said sheepishly, as he took his leave.
“Just one thing, Kirk,” you requested, snaking an arm around his waist.
“What’s that?” He asked, swallowing hard.
“Will you take me with you on your pretty ship?” you asked breathily. “I’ve heard it’s top-notch.”
“If you want to, of course.” Jim said, looking surprised.
“I’d love to,” you confirmed, eyes dropping to stare right at his rather full lips. Hmmm….he was probably a great kisser, you reflected, pausing just inches away from his face, tempted to find out right here and now.
Jim looked right back, giving you a nice close up off his gorgeous eyes. For a moment you were frozen like that, faves just inches from each other, then Jim broke the moment by clearing his throat.
“I’ll look forward to getting to know you better, Y/N. This is…...going to be incredibly awkward, but I was expecting you to hate me and you don’t….so….” he shrugged sheepishly.
“Hate you? That would be pretty hard to do, James,” you said merrily. “I hope you don’t hate ME, though, getting you entangled in marriage.”
“Wasn’t your doing,” he reminded you. “Who knows? It’s a new adventure after all, and you know I’m all about those.”
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Leonard “Bones” McCoy
If I remember correctly, i think this was one of my Top Art Sets...
And okay so I’m not gonna post all of my bones sets for Trek Fest, but I will at least do these two...oh wait I still have a playlist...nvm I’ll just post that in a few days.
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