star trek: my reason for living

inktober 24: i have this whole concept for a short comic where little Uhura meets Hoshi Sato that i will have to work up to because: 1. no experience drawing elderly ppl 2. v. little experience drawing kids and 3. uuuggghhhhh sequential art. So here’s a beginning concept of what might, someday, turn into something.

Acronym Transcript and Translation, cos this was amazing.

I have to type all this out cos it’s glorious and these two are my fastest faves ever, and also we may have been giving the Reds and Blues too much stick for being the dumbest soldiers ever.

“At ease soldier. We’re BADDAD, Bomb Action Detection Decision And Defusion? 

That was RAR, Rapid Action Response. We’re FIAT, Forensic Identification Analytic Tech.

No time! We have a live LOL RPG (feel like these are self explanatory) upstairs, and a BPRD (Hellboy reference! Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence) of over 5000.

We’re expecting an LSAT (Law School Admission Test?) RTAA (RT Animated Adventure) in the next eight minutes!

It’s Class 1 FUBAR (Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition/Reason) FO’SHO (…for sure. OBVS.)

He’s the best LCARS (Star Trek! Library Computer Access/Retrieval System ) DDR (fuckin’ Dance Dance Revolution) in the entire AOL.

See? EZ (GG).” 

“FML (Fuck My Life).”

Star Trek: The Next Generation — Season 1 {Sentence Starters}

  • “That’s a little vague…”
  • “Well, so much for my dramatic exit.”
  • “I don’t understand their humor, either.”
  • “I would gladly give it up to be human.”
  • “If I could see, I’d be seeing stars now.”
  • “Interesting move. What technique was that?”
  • “You’re going to be an interesting companion.”
  • “You haven’t given me a good enough reason.”
  • “Our lives just became a lot more complicated.”
  • “Surely you don’t see your species like that, do you?”
  • “It’s a jumble. How can you make heads or tails of it?”
  • “When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book?”
  • “Why do you mock me? Why do you wish to anger me?”
  • “You can’t rescue a man from the place he calls his home.”
  • “If we’re going to be damned, let’s be damned for what we really are.”
  • “I was about to say ‘quite easily’ but there was nothing easy about it.”
  • “It’s just not the same. Have you ever gone for a real moonlight swim?”
  • “An interesting notion. Which I do not share! You may leave now, if you wish.”

Haven’t drawn my space boyfriend in a hot minute. Then I decided a mugshot would be an acceptable subject for some reason lmao.

So long story short, Weyoun, Dukat and Quark are all in trouble (hint: Weyoun started a barfight) and Weyoun is like “YOLO” which is so redonk because I mean, he has lived like eight times so far XD

I just really wanted to draw Weyoun, leave me al on e.

Star Trek Advent Calendar - Day Two: Favorite Film

ok there are a lot of things about Star Trek Into Darkness that annoy me but for some reason it remains my favorite. probably because its super spirky. though the philosophical questions are a bit hard to find in between explosions, i like that corruption is part of the story’s theme, as is the characters’ fears about the militarization of Starfleet. Despite its issues, to me STID shows the importance of loyalty and love. 

plus Spock and Jim trying to talk about their feelings about each other to each other is both adorable and heart-wrenching. 

like every single minute their lives aren’t in mortal danger, they’re trying to explain how they feel and failing at getting where the other person is coming from until the end of the film when they vulcan kiss and suddenly EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE

my brothers always fucking bunking off school now for no goddamn reason and just sits in the living room watching endless fucking episodes of star trek so now its goddamn impossible to spend any time in there because 1) i hate fucking being around him especially when hes just sitting in the corner brooding and 2) i dont want to watch sixteen fucking episode of star trek in a row or any episodes of stark trek at all. jesus christ. go to school.

fic rec friday

Today’s topic: SciFi! Let’s just say I’m so excited about Star Wars right now that I don’t even know what to do with myself. Very little of this is actually Star Wars and yeah there’s probably more Star Trek influence in this list and some of it’s not even in space, but I don’t care. I didn’t have time to reread or track down ones that slipped through my fingers, so please check out the others.

Across the Stars - M - .5k - gerec

The end for Jedi Erik Lehnsherr comes, unbidden and unexpected, on the ruined and desolate planet of Mustafar in the Outer Rim.

Star Wars AU, with Erik falling to the Dark Side.

Notes: I have a lot of feelings about this and I’m not going to say anything more for fear of spoiling.  Although, you should also read Nostalgic-Kitty’s remix.

The Trouble with Telepaths - T - 5.5k - endingthemes

“Are you shy about me meeting your family?” Erik asks with a huge smile. “Are you kidding me?”

“It’s not funny,” Charles says, his hands firmly planted on his hips, and it’s honestly hilarious so Erik laughs right in his face.

(Or a Star Trek AU in which Captain Erik Lehnsherr pays a visit to First Officer Charles Xavier’s home planet and encounters a few surprises.)

Notes: Very cute story about misunderstandings and telepathy and space.  The perfect mix of things. :D

A Vision of Peace - T - 1.5k - gerec

They call his people ‘monsters’ and say that a telepath is incapable of something as universal as falling in love.

But they’re wrong about Charles Xavier, heir to the throne of Cerellia; for everything he does in life, he does for love.

Notes: Charles/Erik/Emma/Logan/Raven and it is amazing.  Dark Charles using his telepathy to get what he wants and also falling in love and using people how he wants.

From Rim Space with Love - M - 2.5k - manic_intent

“Captain Logan! Captain Logan!”

The skinny cadet skitters to a halt next to Logan in the rec room, red-faced and a little out of breath. Logan eyes him with a faint frown, sunk deep into a stimm couch, thumbing up the rim of his captain’s hat. He’s just come off a torturous fifteen-hour shift, and healing factor or not, Logan’s starting to feel it. Warp space is hell on his nerves.

“Settle down, bub. What burned your tail… eh…” Logan concentrates briefly. “Cadet McCoy? Hey. Your blue’s showing. Settledown.”

McCoy takes in several deep breaths, and the blue fur starting to thread out of his skin sinks back in. “Sir, yes sir. Message from X-Command, sir.”

Notes: it’s mutant rights and everything else wonderful about canon x-men universe, but in space! What more could we ask for?!

Neither Rhyme Nor Reason - E - 9k - unveiled

Charles liked to tell people that the first time they met, Serik punched a kitten. (Or, the one where Erik is an angry Vulcan, Charles is still a telepath, and grief still shapes their lives.)

Notes: This fic is so full of Star Trek wonders!!  And all the feelings–between Charles and Erik and the rest of the cast (masterfully written and tied into the story, btw!)–guh.

Previous Recs - (shameless plug of my arranged marriage in space au!)

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I hate the way autism is currently diagnosed?

Like, because it favors diagnosing one specific group (middle class to wealthy white boys with traditionally masculine special interests) and it throws everyone else to the wayside.

Like, a little brown girl who’s obsessed with Star Trek, and uses, say, Uhura’s lines as a ‘script’ for daily conversation, even one in a middle class neighborhood, probably won’t get diagnosed with autism, even if she’s textbook autistic. 

Like, the only reason I probably managed to get my diagnosis was because I had a white mother, and a grandmother who helped her to push for me getting one. Even if my father /wasn’t/ medically neglectful, which he was, I probably wouldn’t get a diagnosis living with him. 

  • ily: i love you
  • ilysm: i love you so much
  • ohtnyfnasweattdtgtiwifjtftswsceiipiptrtiwstpwoofsurmiwcabhwwatesiwerwtuhtsdrihltihtetrmasiitsaibmrtiwihchnlotreimatebouwpitbhnwtfhwtftanstntfyamabwwyfnwosfmhhmrftlohwhcmvasmlforstiwkhphbmhsticohvahwhtshpiwbhtsmbollbofjbif: One hundred twenty-nine years from now, a star will explode and threaten to destroy the galaxy. That is where I'm from, Jim. The future. The star went supernova, consuming everything in its path. I promised the Romulans that I would save their planet. We outfitted our fastest ship. Using red matter, I would create a black hole, which would absorb the exploding star. I was en route, when the unthinkable happened--the supernova destroyed Romulus! I had little time. I had to extract the red matter, and shoot it into the supernova. As I began my return trip, I was intercepted. He called himself Nero, last of the Romulan Empire. In my attempt to escape, both of us were pulled into the black hole. Nero went through first. He was the first to arrive. Nero spent the next twenty-five years awaiting my arrival. But what was years for Nero was only seconds for me. I went through the black hole. Nero was waiting for me. He held me responsible for the loss of his world. He captured my vessel, and spared my life for one reason: So that I would know his pain. He beamed me here, so that I could observe his vengeance. As he was helpless to save his planet, I would be helpless to save mine. Billions of lives lost, because of me, Jim. Because I failed.

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8 with jasico please?

roommates au

Nico decided he took too many catnaps during the day. He really couldn’t help it—he was only taking twelve hours this semester, so it left him with a lot of free time after binge watching old TV shows from the 1940s and the occasional studying. While his body urged him to do something more active, Nico decided naps were a better way to go.

Yet at 2AM on a—Tuesday? Tuesday—it was sensible for Nico to be asleep. Except he wasn’t.


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[Star Trek (DS9 in particular) gave me a reason to fight (and win) my battle with stage 4 Neuroblastoma cancer. I was given two months to live. My dad began to show me Trek to pass the days until the end. It made me want to live long enough to see first contact, or really any major spacial event that I think it gave me the willpower to truly fight against my own body. Every day I repeated “It is a good day to die” to myself. That was five years ago. Not dead. My dad calls me his Klingon warrior.]

Because women want to be warriors, agents, with capacity to decide and act. 

Currently, I am at a Investigation Group about games in the University, and I work for a videogame company like Game Designer. I live alone (well, with Kokoro, my pet), I practice medieval fencing, and I love my life. My ex-boyfriend told me that I never could work in videogames, that I could not learn, that I never could be a good professional in this field. Well, he now is my ex-boyfriend (there must be a reason). I worked very hard and I achieved my goals. Because women can do it!

What more do I need to believe something is canon?

Well, let me quote the grandfather and Genesis of fandom and shipping.

In Star Trek, canon is described as “the events that take place within the live-action episodes and movies”.

That is the standard I set for Caryl, and it’s the same I set for any other ship.

Until Daryl and Carol consummate their relationship physically, kiss with lustful intent, express desire and emotions beyond the familial, then it’s not canon.

And it’s exactly the same for any other potential ship.

If you believe your ship is canon for other reasons, god for you. But I refuse to base my beliefs on something that can be completely removed from existence with just the use of the backspace button.