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Jay. 25. It/its. This account is ~90% Star Trek - if that's not your thing you might be interested in my Ultrakill sideblog @not-hatred-but-passion or my miscellaneous sideblog @cakefordogs. Genderless, ace, aroaplflux, disabled, housebound, tired. Messages welcome from mutuals who want to chat, but I'm a perpetual late replier because of illness stuff. Always open to accessibility requests (eg trigger warnings). See pinned post for DNI. Icon from @startrekpride.

About

Hi! I'm Jay. I'm a 26 year old disabled queer nonhuman from the UK. Please don't gender me or call me human. Also, please avoid ableist language on my posts and in my notifications.

This blog is firmly in support of the liberation of marginalised people and against capitalism.

I'm tired and I have no patience for amatonormativity in fandom.

DNI if: you're a TERF, you police the terms other people use for their own genders/sexualities/disabilities/neurodivergence (for example: exclusionists, transmeds, anti self dx, sysmeds), you don't support BLM, you don't support bodily autonomy (anti abortion, swerfs, anti medication (including self medication)), you don't support otherkin/other alterhumans, you think certain disabilities make people evil/abusive (eg "narcissistic abuse" believers).

More detailed "about this blog" under the cut. (You don't have to read any further if you don't want!)

The Wrath of Mary Sue

A powerful being named Mary Sue takes over the Enterprise, with plans to take over the entire galaxy.

A very silly fic for April Fools Day :) Fandom: Star Trek TOS Words: 4888 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: N/A Characters: James T Kirk, Spock, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Mary Sue Additional Tags: April Fools, Crack, General Silliness, this is good natured I love Mary Sues

Text from Nichelle Nichols’ biography “Beyond Uhura”

Usually, though, Leonard remained Vulcan-cool. Perhaps the most elaborate hoax involved his son, Adam, who about eight years old while we were filming the original series. It required that Adam be fitted in a child-size Starfleet uniform and be made up, ears and all, to look just his daddy.
The script called for a scene on the bridge in which Spock would be sitting in the captain’s chair with his back t o the elevator door. A yeoman was supposed to enter and say some lines, at which point Spock was to spin around in his chair, so he was facing the yeoman, and continue their brief exchange.
They had Leonard’s son, in his Vulcan disguise, waiting in the elevator. The door opened, Adam delivered the yeoman’s lines, then Leonard turned to him and answered without breaking a smile or missing a beat.
We couldn’t get so much as a Spockian arched eyebrow out of Leonard. The real kicker came when Adam “stepped out of character,” so to speak, to say, “But, Daddy, I love you.”
“Thank you, Adam,” Leonard said evenly. As the whole cast and crew stood around in breathless anticipation of Leonard’s big crack-up, which never came, by the way, the joke was on us.

One of the funniest ways older Star Trek shows its age is when they beam down to some lush utopian planet and it is. A golf course.

Yes, run your tricorders over this unspoiled frontier. Just offscreen alien velociraptors are mowing Eden with their scythe-shaped claws, and they also have a fervent religious objection to any broadleaf plants (which they enforce by shooting industrial-strength weedkiller out of their mouths).

Something that really gets me about Benjamin Sisko is the way he’s just carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders at all times. He takes a backwater assignment that promises to be little more than a series of tedious bureaucratic maneuvers and instead ends up commanding the most strategically important station in a major intra-galactic war - and feels an immense amount of personal responsibility for the countless lives lost in battle, as seen in In the Pale Moonlight and The Siege of AR-558. He gets the role of religious figure thrust upon him and suddenly bears the responsibility of foresight and spiritual quests and shaping the future of an entire people who were initially foreign to him.

And he’s so often pulled out of linear time, and burdened with the knowledge and responsibilities of that untimeliness. When he gets trapped in the 21st century, ensuring the entire existence of the Federation - the institution that shaped him and gave him the values he holds dear - rests on his shoulders. In his vision in Far Beyond the Stars, he’s yanked through the fourth wall itself and learns firsthand the symbolic heft that his position as a Black captain on a space station holds, and resolves to continue fighting for the future to fulfill the dreams of Earth’s past. A past that is still, somehow, concurrent or parallel to his own. He gets taken out of sync with linear time and watches his son grow up without him and never be able to move on, and ultimately sacrifice himself to bring him back, and he can never tell Jake about it. Even the depth of his son’s love becomes yet another burden of knowledge for him to carry.

All of that and he is still a man. He is a man who is given the gift of insight that is far beyond what he was previously capable of imagining. He is timeless but he is still a linear being who is denied the rewards of linearity. He saved Bajor but not for himself. I just have a lot of feelings about it!

The Ascent truly slays. It's like the unholy love child of brokeback mountain and who's afraid of Virginia Woolf. It's about entwining your life inseparably with another man such that you're incomplete without him. Love or hatred meaningless in the face of symbiosis. It's about dragging your mortal enemy up a mountain to eat him. It's about knowing someone so well you know exactly how to hurt them the worst. It's about devotion and loathing being inseparable. It's about hating as a lifestyle

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