sorry not sorry

yeah, still not sorry

The Thing About that Unaired Kiss in “Hunters”

The thing about that kiss in “Hunters,” filmed but never aired, is that if it had aired as originally planned, every single episode after that point would have played out differently. Every single one. Every interaction between Janeway and Chakotay after that point, whether consciously romantic or not, would have had a subtext. To be honest, every interaction pretty much did have a subtext, which is why there were so many J/Cers in the first place. But after that point, the subtext would have been an acknowledged subtext rather than one we fans were reading into the scenes whether RB and KM were playing it that way on purpose or not.

Just think about that for a minute.

How different would “Unforgettable” have been if there had been a J/C relationship on top of it? How different would “Night” have been, and “Timeless,” and “Counterpoint?”

How much more powerful would “The Fight” have been if we knew, if it had been acknowledged instead of built up in our heads, that Janeway was asking her lover to possibly sacrifice his sanity to save them? And how much more moving his quiet and courageous acquiescence?

Would “Equinox” have brought them closer together, or would it have broken them?

Would “Fair Haven” and “Spirit Folk” even have happened, or would we have gotten a much more in-character holoprogram for the Captain? Maybe one in which she is a pirate queen, or an early 20th Century adventurer? Or a super hotshot WASP pilot in WWII, maybe one with a handsome lover in a different branch of the service?

Would the clasped hands on the Bridge in “Unimatrix Zero” have meant even more? Would “Shattered” have ended very differently?

Would the series have ended very differently?

I think about these things. I wonder, and I wish, and I think about these things.

There’s an alternate universe of stories to be told here, from the farce of the crew finding out one by one, to the drama of the moments that almost tore them apart for good, to the powerfully uplifting ending, in which they realize that their reliance on each other, their love and care for each other, kept them alive and sane and human in a part of the Universe that would have irrevocably changed them if they hadn’t had each other to keep them grounded and healthy.

So many possibilities.

Intriguing, isn’t it?

THIS.

*insert gross sobbing forever*

Stop you’re hurting me.

More Voyager Fic Favorites!!

I did it again! I made everyone in the Voyager Book Club (@voyager-book-club) mad again by asking them to pick more favorites! This time, I gave them five categories for their favorites; Fluff, Angst, AU, Rare Pair, and WIP.  I’m proud to say that I actually got some answers! So who’s ready for more Voyager fic?!  Enjoy!!

Again, click on the title of the fic for a link straight to it!

@ariella884

BlackVelvet

@leisylaura

@curator-on-ao3

@trinfinity2001

@cnrothtrek

@a_modern_girl

@arcadia1995

@traccigaryn

@mia-cooper

@caladeniablue

@klugtiger

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Thanks again to everyone that took part!!! Want to join in? reblog or reply to this with your favorites!!! I’ll admit that this was almost harder than choosing just one and I know some of the others agreed! Personally I went with what popped into my head first. There are so many more that we could have chosen! 

Also i may have missed some tagging, so if you know one of our lovely authors that isn’t tagged, please tag them! 

HAPPY READING!!!!!

Aw, thanks @leisylaura! Just so you know, though, “I Stand Relieved” is most certainly complete ;-) 

Literally any continuity “error” that involves Spock can be explained away by the fact that he is a fucking liar

I mean…

Every time this comes across my dash I think of you @klugtiger​.

Free use lizard with no background

Use it wisely

Black Sand

Black sand. I haven’t seen black sand in years, not since I was at home on the beaches in my world, watching the waves crash against the cliffs and walking barefoot with my friends. I’ve been to worlds across the galaxy, visited more planets than most people can name, but this is the first time I’ve found black sand in any of them. A lump rises in my throat. I’ve been away from home too long. That’s the problem. I’m a scientist and a botanist; a professional. I should be over this by now, should be used to hopping from planet to planet, to living my life on our ship. My crew is my family, and I left nothing behind on my world. Not really. Nothing but black sand, beaches filled with memories, and waves that are lonelier now. Nothing else. Nothing like what I have here. My work is my life, or it was supposed to be. I should know better than to be so sentimental about something I’ve left behind. I crouch down, running my fingers through the sand. The others will be back soon, and we’ll have to leave. But I have a few minutes. Maybe I’ll bring some with me in a jar, keep it by my bed. The memories aren’t too painful, not anymore, not since I started working on the Galactic, and it would be nice to have something to remind me of home. The waves are reaching higher on the beach, white foam swishing over the black pebbles, over the sand. It’s beautiful here. The cliffs aren’t as high as the ones at home, and it’s colder here than I’m used to, but I can pretend. Pretend I’m at home, that the birds screaming in the clifftops are gulls and razorbills and gannets, the ones I’m used to hearing and not strange life on another planet. I’m supposed to document them, really. Supposed to study them and find out what makes them different, what makes them unique, but all I want to do is listen. They’re so beautiful. It makes my throat ache, and suddenly, unreasonably, I want nothing more than to be home. Even with no one there waiting for me. The seagulls would be there. And the ocean, the waves, the salt air and the early sunrises. I have all the family, all the friends I need in my crew, but I miss my planet. My home. Fynn is the first one back. His bag is full, specimens spilling out of his pockets, and the grin on his face reminds me why I love working with him so much. With all them, really. He knows something’s wrong before I even open my mouth, and his smile slips a bit. He always knows. Always. It doesn’t matter if it’s me or someone else. He always knows, and somehow, he always knows what to say too. “You should take some of this back, you know.” He squats down beside me, tracing patterns in the black sand. “For research.” I nod. He seems to know I need space and rises, saying over his shoulder, “I’ll get you a jar.” I want to say thank you, but it won’t come out right. Instead, I ask quickly, “Label it too. What did Will say the inhabitants call this place?” “Earth,” he calls back. “Hurry up, Helen. We’re on a tight schedule.” I barely hear him. Earth.

Oh goodness, it’s the story you wrote for me!! I still love it so much!

I went to this random-ass event at a museum where an acting group was giving quick lessons in stage fighting. Of all the fight scenes in all the movies and tv in all the world, *THIS* was the scene they had us reenact because it was so bad such a good example of throwing punches that don’t land, falling down, etc. Made my NIGHT.

Meat Raffle: now three chances to win!

what am I talking about?

**update: thanks to your generous donations, we have so far raised $260 for these worthy causes… you guys are amazing! Let’s see how much more we can raise by 31 January.**

So, special announcement: two other fanfic writers have generously volunteered to write fic* for the meat raffle, so that anyone donating to Wildlife Rescue or the Red Cross for Australian bushfire victims, or to the AO3, now has not one, but three chances of winning a fic!

I’d like to extend a huge thankyou to Mary S, aka duffydog, and KatLady, for offering their time and talents.

and if anyone else would like to put their hand up and offer fanfic for charity, please get in touch with me.

* the authors have some stipulations about what they will/won’t write, so again, any questions please PM me or email me.

Ah. Blinking cursor, my old friend. We meet again…

Are you writing a thing??

A thing has been written. A very small thing. A thingette.

where is this thingaling?

It’s awaiting further inspiration. Apparently. Maybe if I do a thingaling and put it with my thingette they’ll breed or some shit. How does writing work again?

Ah. Blinking cursor, my old friend. We meet again…

Are you writing a thing??

A thing has been written. A very small thing. A thingette.

let me just dump this here. 

So I’ve had the week off, and this is the result of binging Voyager. Thought I might do some doodle sketches around one idea – namely, Tom’s organised a soccer game for the next planet they set down on, and the crew take advantage.

The Captain and co. have a picnic, cause why not? Neelix brings enough food to feed the crew two times over, naturally. B’Elanna gets a bit too aggressive™ during the game. It’s a tad bit frightening. rip Dalby. My man Tuvok’s reffing, Chakotay didn’t quite understand the rules, Ensign Vorik is again the victim of B’Elanna’s klingon enthusiasm, Lyssa tries to be of some comfort while the Doc takes no prisoners. Icheb and Naomi climb a tree and things glow, B’Elanna wins the game for the Delta Kickers, and my beloved Janeway and Chakotay continue to be awesome together. Simples. 

Thank you for attending my ted talk, you may now leave.

This is the greatest TED talk ever!

one person is enjoying the failure of cats (2019) more than the rest of us ever will and its this man

So here’s a thing I feel like doing.

Have you ever wanted to ask someone to write you that weirdly specific trope, or that rarepair, or the 367th version of the same plot for your OTP?

Have you ever wanted to donate to archiveofourown.org, but haven’t got around to it?

Have you ever wanted to help me get writer’s block and a stomach ulcer at the same time?

Well now is your chance!

If you donate $US 5 to AO3 and email me the receipt, you get one entry in the draw. $US 10 gets you two entries. Beyond that, let’s talk.

The draw closes on Friday 10 January at midnight US Eastern time and I’ll random.org the winner shortly thereafter and announce it on discord or tumblr or something… I’ll figure that out later.

You’ll then have a week to contact me with your request for Data x Neelix mpreg cuddling furry fic* and we’ll discuss details and work out an estimated time frame for me to deliver it to you.

Depending on interest, I may draw more than one winner.

Fandoms: 🚀 Any Star Trek except TOS (though if I really feel like I can’t do justice to your request, please be prepared to compromise) 🚀 Marvel Cinematic Universe (but I’m no expert so please bear that in mind) 🚀 If you have a particular fandom you’d want to request, let me know now and I’ll tell you if I’m willing and able to write for it.

Go forth, donate, and please reblog/share/whatever ❤️

* That was a joke. Okay? I’m willing to step outside my comfort zone a little bit, but not that much

This is a great idea!

someday we’ll find it

@SchittsCreek The final season. January 7th on @CBC.

November 18, 2019