Cykeldynamo.

What is the entertainment industry’s obsession with falling in love?! I mean they’re like a junky for this shit. All of the time, at no matter the cost, let them fall in love!!! Not that there’s anything wrong with falling in love, it’s a wild ride for sure, but there’s not that many ways you can tell that story. Besides it’s not the most amazing of stories to tell either. It does hold a certain thrill, but it’s so cotton candy. And even in the instances where they decided to be done with the “will they or won’t they” scenario they just squeeze the two together and do the whole “will they or won’t they stay together”. It’s…it’s…same same same same. Why is there never an established couple that do shit together? Maybe I don’t care if they live happily ever after, maybe all I care about is the stuff that goes on in between the Once Upon a dawn of their relationship and the end of it. Is it too much to ask for a love story about two people in a relationship where the issue isn’t whether one of them will cheat on the other, but the story is completely unrelated to their love life. Why are there not more stories like that? Where this couple have to go out and save the world and stuff? No femme fatales or hunks of prey, no new revelations about their coupledom. I don’t care if they will be together until the end of time, just let me enjoy a moment of them being healthy and loving with each other while being fucking epic badasses taking on the world.

thaxted:

Me reading terrible fanfiction.

thaxted:

Me reading terrible fanfiction.

You know that whole thing about how it’s hard to believe in yourself until someone else has believed in you first?! I’m starting to think that’s true of your fictional characters too.

“Captain, the shields are disintegrating!”

a rookie blue/star trek crossover [au prompt 1/10]

Gail is not the first generation Peck to join the Federation, she isn’t even the second, there’s a whole Little League line-up of Pecks that came before her. It’s what they call a legacy, she on the other hand calls it bullshit, but only in private. Then again she’s the kind of person who calls a lot of things bullshit, just last week it was oatmeal, rainbows, amino acids and fourteen guys down in Engine. Bullshit all of it. But still she is a Federation woman through and through. Her at times brusque manner might not make her a popular figure, but that doesn’t make her any less good at her job as a Starfleet Security Officer or any less loyal. The thing is…yeah you see the thing is, this is where she’s supposed to be, this is where that bullshit legacy comes to play. This branch is like a second home, it’s supposed to run through her veins, which is why having doubts isn’t allowed. Luckily she is also the kind of person who speaks emotion seldom and personal truth rarely. What she feels, what she thinks, it doesn’t matter, not with the juggernaut of family history pushing her down the track of Security. Besides, Intelligence is for snobs and rich kids whose vocabulary only includes vernacular as a theoretical footnote, clearly not for someone like her, clearly. So it’s better to just keep her head down, keep her arms inside the box and her emotions tucked away. Which might be why she’s earned herself the nickname Ice Pick. Something that might also have to do with her incredibly sharp tongue that has that whole penchant for calling bullshit, loudly, frequently and head on.

When Holly was eight years old her father was killed. On some nights she imagines she can remember him, but if that is her wishful thinking or an honest memory not even she knows. But that was the first crossroad in the tangled tapestry that’s her life. When he died her mother shunned her, because apparently the young Holly was far too much like her dad for her mother to handle, meaning she was far too much human. She had no place on Vulcan amongst her mother’s people. So she was sent to Earth and her paternal grandparents who gladly welcomed the young girl into their home and hearts. But growing up on Earth with the trademark Vulcan ears and a precocious language and mannerism was not easy, but somehow Holly’s grandparents made it worth it. Because no matter which slurs or rocks were thrown after Holly she developed a deep love for this part of her own biological and cultural inheritance and its almost vulgar display of open emotions. And even as she grew older and devoured information at break-neck speed it was still emotion that held her fascination. Emotion and empathy. They were both foreign yet hers and she loved them with a passion. Her grandmother was a Doctor and her grandfather a nurse, both worked for the Federation in San Francisco. She idolised them both and there was never a question as to what she’d devote her life to.

Both women find themselves assigned to USS Fifteen on an eighteen month exploration voyage to the outer realms of Federation boundaries. For Holly this sounds like a dream come true as she finishes her medical training under the renowned Doctor Lee. For Gail however it sounds like a punishment. But things don’t quite turn out the way either of them expected.

It’s not that Captain McNally is a bad Captain. No wait, Captain McNally is a bad Captain. She’s a good person, but a bad Captain. The woman has worse instincts than a suicidal mosquito on the freeway and she’s got a libido that seems to be attracted to every bipedal with a penis. It makes exploring uncharted territory risky business, on so many levels. On the weeks Fifteen isn’t plagued by an alien STD they’re getting shot at, often repeatedly. In the middle of all this something rare and kind of beautiful happens and somehow the emotionally stunted Security Officer and the half Vulcan resident Doctor bond in their shared doubts about Captain McNally’s knee-jerk reactions and leadership skills.

When you spend most of your time listening to the alarm go off and the PA blaring “Captain, the shields are disintegrating!” or worrying about space crabs it’s kind of nice to have someone there next to you, someone to share your concerns, someone you can call a friend. And if McNally doesn’t get them killed then who knows, maybe friend is just the beginning.


Eartha Kitt in Amsterdam, 1962

Eartha Kitt in Amsterdam, 1962

thejollyape:

Challenge accepted.

11 hours, 19 ideas. 10 of which are worthy of words. Stay tuned. Or beware.

thejollyape:

Challenge accepted.

11 hours, 19 ideas. 10 of which are worthy of words. Stay tuned. Or beware.