HUFFLEPUFF: “[War] is instinctive. But the instinct can be fought. We’re human beings with the blood of a million savage years on our hands! But we can stop it. We can admit that we’re killers… but we’re not going to kill today. That’s all it takes! Knowing that we’re not going to kill – today!” –Gene L. Coon + Robert Hamner (Jim Kirk: Star Trek: A Taste Of Armageddon)
While the basic concept present in the original outline of “A Taste of Armageddon” appealed greatly to the Star Trek production office, writer Robert Hamner had to deal with the fact that the show had a much smaller budget than his script, which began with a dramatic meteor storm disabling the Enterprise before featuring many expensive exterior shots. Gene Coon wrote back to the accomplished TV scripter with a very long memo, which began with:
Do not start with the barrage of meteorites on the Enterprise. Too expensive — a big horrible optical. Pick up the enterprise after a meteor shower, as the ship limps, badly injured, toward [the planet]. We must not — repeat NOT — have scenes laid on the city streets. This would mean total set construction of the sort restricted only to multi-million dollar movies. Interiors we can do, long-distance matte shots we can do, but we cannot have our principals walk down a street which is obviously of design and construction far ahead of ours.
As you can see when you watch the final episode, they get a lot of mileage out of the same small corridor set thanks to some clever lighting and angle choices.
In her kiss I taste the stars,
and they are cold
Nebula flows into her veins,
like a cascade of silver
Ribcages like the rings of Saturn
Lips like the universe’s edge
Eyes that could outshine the sun above
And a black hole where my fingertips met
She carves me like a sculpture
and paints me like a masterpiece
in the color of rapture
Reddish like an ember, I blister
Twisted like the scorching sunrise
Though to darkness she’s a mistress
To my heart’s a demise
And she won’t stop til I quiver
quicker upon her skin
Each touch of flesh’s a warning
that my tongue’s exploring
the goddess within
Pierced by ecstasy, I wondered:
“Why isn’t her love mine to keep?”
While breathing deep admiration
found myself locked around her hips
And I shall die from starvation
the second she leaves
Now I can hear the angels choir
Claiming her out my grip
They’ll gather her into constellations
For she’s God’s favorite creation
But plainly a lover to me.
Prompt: It’s your 1-year anniversary with Peter (TAS) and he decides to pull out all the stops
I was going to fit this idea with my 13 days of Xmas but I decided to leave that day for Civil War Peter. Ya’know, the cute, innocent one
So without further ado! I hope you like the one-shot!
As I stepped from the warmth of the printing press I was instantly hit face-first with just how cold it had become. I buried my bare hands inside the pockets of my winter jacket, mentally kicking myself for thinking that I wouldn’t need them today.
Knowing that It would be a miracle to hail a taxi at this time of year, I started my march back to the apartment I shared with Peter.
Thoughts of seeing his smiling face as I walked through the door brought a small grin to my chilly lips. It wasn’t that I hated winter, I just didn’t want to be frozen to the bone.
Just as I was about to turn the corner I felt a hand wrap around my waist. My first instinct was to scream, whip around and beat whoever laid their hands on me. However, when my feet lifted off the ground and I started soaring through the bitter air I knew who it was.
“PETER! PUT ME DOWN!” I shrieked, wrapping my arms around my boyfriend as he swung through the city.
He laughed but of course I couldn’t see it. He was wearing that infernal mask that covered his features. If I wasn’t cold before I certainly was now.
“No way! We’re almost there!” Sometimes when you, say, take a bath in freezing water then you can almost get used to it. I think that this might be one of those times.
A few seconds later Peter shot a web up to the top of a building, yanking us both up there with the winds pounding against my skin. As the snow met my face they began to feel like tiny needles jabbing my skin, sending my face buried into Peter’s shoulder.
My numb feet touched the concrete of a building roof, my breath coming off in puffs of air.
“P…Peter!!” I choked out, grabbing the loose fabric at the top of his head and pulled off the red and blue mask to reveal Peter’s cheeky grin.
Before I could get a word in he quickly pressed his lips to mine, warmth filling me from head to toe despite the frigid temperatures.
When he pulled away I couldn’t help but return his childish smile.
“You’re an idiot…”
He smirked, pressing a quick peck on the cheek, “But I’m your idiot”
“Aye. My idiot”
Sorry I couldn’t make this longer! I might release another Peter x Reader tonight though, because I absolutely love Andrew Garfield.