!trouble with tribbles

Okay, some fandom history, why show writers and authors say “for legal reasons” the can’t read fan fic.

Back in ancient times in the 1970s there was a show called Star Trek the Animated Series.  It was on the air as fandom culture around Star Trek was really taking route and there were many fanzines (things on actual paper that people bought) being published and the first conventions to attend.

David Gerrold was a writer for Star Trek the Animated Series who had also written one of the most famous episodes of the original series The Trouble with Tribbles.  While he was around the production office for STtAS he was introduced to a couple of fans who proceeded to tell him all about their ideas for an episode–essentially a sequel to his famous episode–which it so happens he had already written a script for.  When that episode aired he received a letter from one of those fans lawyers demanding “credit”.  It so happened that he could prove that the episode existed before the meeting but the involvement of lawyers and a threat to sue became widely known.

Marion Zimmer Bradly was, before recent horrifying revelations decades after her death, a titan of fantasy writing.  She also welcome fan fiction and published it in anthologies and in a magazine she published.  One day she opened a story sent to her and the plot of the story was essentially the plot of a a novel she had nearly finished writing.  More than a years worth of her work was now unpublishable because it was provable that she had read this story with this similar plot and she couldn’t prove the work on the novel existed before she saw the story.  She stopped publishing anthologies and fan fiction and in particular the MZB story is the one a lot of professional writers know as representative of the dangers of fan fiction.

So when a writer says they can’t read fan fiction for legal reasons it’s that their own lawyers are protecting them from outside lawsuits.

And this is why knowing your fandom history matters.

my favourite lines from star trek tos
  • “What are you? What are those?” “I call them ears.” “Are you trying to be funny?” “NEVER”
  • “We’re going nowhere mighty fast”
  • “The Garden of Eden was..just outside Moscow”
  • “Sir, there is a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder” *pinches the guy’s neck*
  • “I’m a doctor, not an escalator!”
  • “Sometimes I think if I hear that word ‘frequency’ once more, I’ll cry.”
  • “Logic, logic, I’m sick to death of logic!”
  • “That was in the late 1960s” “Apparently captain, so are we” *zoom in on Kirk’s face* “WHAT?!”
  • “He had too much happiness”
  • that scene in The Trouble with Tribbles when Scotty told Chekov that vodka is for babies and real men drink only scotch
  • “How do Vulcans choose their mates? Haven’t you wondered?” *awkward silence* “I guess the rest of us assume that it’s done quite..logically
  • “Captain, you make a very convincing Nazi” *theatrically offended face*
  • “Please, Spock, do me a favor and don’t say it’s fascinating…” “No. But it is…interesting
  • “Lieutenant Sulu..is chasing a crewman..with a sword??”
  • *three witches appear and curse them* “Spock, comment.” “Very bad poetry, captain.” “…” “A more..useful comment, Mr. Spock.”
  • “What is that? Is that a uniform of some kind?” “This little thing? Just something I slipped on” *flutters eyelashes*
  • “Captain’s log, stardate… Armageddon” *cue dramatic music*

distasteful background shading! welcome back, photoshop. i only went about a week without, but i feel out of practice already. i need to think about how i draw. i’m really glad i didn’t have to do more than one of those mspaint things. also yes spock was playing ‘pon farr’ with the tribbles hes such a weirdo gosh

Misery Needs Company

it sounded like @copperbadge was having One of Those Weekends, so i asked if he’d like some fic and he requested someone with a headache getting coddled

feel better!

“Tony!” Pepper calls and he flinches.

A headache going on day three is sitting like a pulsating rock in his frontal lobe and the pitch of her voice is enough to send a needle point of pain inward.

Pepper pauses, looks at him for five seconds, and then says, voice lowered, “When did it start?”

“On the way home from NBC?” Tony tries because he honestly isn’t sure.

Pepper stares at him. “That was two days ago.”

“Yeah,” Tony sighs.

Tony,” she says, sounding appalled.

“What?” he replies defensively. “I’ve gotten six hours of sleep the last four nights, I’ve eaten regularly, I’ve only had like four cups of coffee per day, and I haven’t gone over the recommended dose of over-the-counter painkillers even though I know you can go over that and be fine!”

“Tony, that wasn’t criticism,” Pepper says, her expression sympathetic and her hand light on his arm.

“Oh,” Tony says, and deflates. “I’m tired and I’ve been sleeping,” he whines. “How is that fair?”

“It’s not.” She nudges him forward gently and Tony moves as directed, reaching up to dig his knuckles into his forehead. If he presses hard enough, it briefly dulls the pain. “Come on. We’re done for today.”

Tony should protest. There’s still a lot to do. But it feels good to have someone take the reins and he doesn’t have it in him to fight when he wants to do what she says so badly.

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