Imagine an entire Star Trek show about a group of people who aren’t members of the bridge crew or one of the higher ups, and each week it’s them trying to do their job while crazy shit happens that they don’t really understand, like:
They get an announcement from their superior officers that goes “You may notice a child walking around the ship in a captain’s uniform. That is in fact the captain and is to be treated the same as always. We’re quickly working on a solution.”
A transporter mishaps causes the chief engineer to turn into a vulcan. They try not to stare at the ears, and move on.
Shots of them reacting to superior officers running through the background in the midsts of a red alert that they don’t know what it’s in response to.
“Did you hear the away team landed on planet that had five years pass before they got them back?” “Man, I’m glad I got skipped over for that assignment.”
Trying to figure out if the rumor that their commander got kidnapped by an alien race that considers them their god is true or just something made up by a bridge crewman to mess with them.
Popping in and out of existence and taking bets on which All Powerful race it is that’s doing it and why.
anytime Weird Shit happens on the ship it’s never explained. why are there chickens in the Jeffrey Tubes? why does the captain have a double? why did the chief medical examiner briefly turn homicidal? they don’t know and neither do you.
Each episode ends with them pouring one out for the crewmembers who died that week.
Following Spock Prime’s death and the discovery of his mementos, Spock the younger continued to collect and build on the small box of treasures. When asked about his decision he replied that it was “simply logic.”
A/N:I just wanted to make you guys something to celebrate 1,169 FOLLOWERS!!! WHAT?? I LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU!!
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Her breath came
out in short bursts as she observed the scene. Strange figures roamed around
the crash site, their overly large mouths snarling and growling to each other.
There were dozens of them. She wasn’t too safe here hiding in the bushes, but
she was reluctant to leave, knowing that people will come looking for her,
unknowing of the dangers. Ripping some fabric off her pants, she tied it
around her bleeding arm, thankful that she didn’t get more severely hurt.
Looking back up,
she tried to calm her racing heart, but a blue figure to the right immediately
made it go faster.
He was about 20
meters away, making his way out of the woods, oblivious to the creatures that
would surely rip him to shreds if he was spotted. Silently cursing to herself,
she raced through the trees, staying as low as she could. He was just about to
enter the clearing when she all but tackled him into a bush, holding a hand to
his mouth before he could yelp. Her eyes darted through the leaves to see if they
noticed the debacle.
“Y/N!” His voice
was muffled and he removed her hand from his face before continuing. “What happened
to your arm? Are you okay?” His voice was frantic but she didn’t pay mind to it
as she was too busy watching out for their lives.
she hissed, leaning further into him as one of the figures glanced their way.
“Y/N.” She shushed
him again, but he didn’t obey as he kept trying to get her attention.
pretty mouth, Len, didn’t you see the freaking alien monsters-”
“I swear to god,
I will kick yo-“
“I thought you
were gone.” If it wasn’t for the voice crack at his last word she would’ve
shushed him again. Confused, she spun her head only to see his teary eyes only
inches from hers. The pain she found in them made her mind go blank and she
became vividly aware of the lack of distance between them.
“Len…I, it was a
small crash, nothing I couldn’t handle.” She stuttered, her heart leaping at
the rare vulnerability the Doctor was showing.
“A small crash?
Y/N, you…you jumped on a freaking enemy cargo ship and crashed it! Your comm
broke, we thought you…” He trailed off, his hurt face suddenly converting into
anger. “God, you just have to play the hero every damn time and pretend you’re
not leaving anybody behind, huh?! Do you know what we- what I went through?! No,
you only think about yourself, never others! You know,-“ His voice was raising
with every word as she frenzied with trying to calm him down.
“Shut up, will
you?!” She gave up and tried to put her hand on his mouth again but he pushed
are just so selfish and I-“
looked up to the site in a panic, hoping he would shut the hell up.
understand how I even care for your immature ass-“
One glance at
his blabbering mouth during her panicked state was enough for her to shut him
up by grabbing his face and kissing him. Her lips tingled as they simply lay
there with their lips pressed against each other before she pulled away, angrily
fighting off a blush as she exploded.
“I was thinking of others when I took that
risk but I see you’re fine with me getting killed by an armed alien-tribe, now
will you close that damn mouth and let me try to get us out of here alive, ‘cause
as much as I’d like to continue this, I also want to live a little longer!”
He stared at her slack-jawed as she glanced back up, immediately panicking as
she saw figures approaching.
“Why don’t we
just go back to the ship” He suddenly inquired, pulling out his comm and
speaking into it. “I found her.” Looking at him in confusion, she had just the
time to search for something to defend herself with before they were surrounded
by light and teleported away.
It only took her
a second to realize she was in the teleporter room, and it took all but five to
realize what just happened. Leonard gave her a sloppy grin as she glared at
“YOU HAD THAT ON YOU THE WHOLE TIME, WHY-?!” You
stopped as you heard other people in the room and realized the exact position
you and Leonard were in. Quickly getting up, you straightened your torn clothes
and shot a withering glare at Leonard before you strode out of the room, ignoring
the smirks of your crewmates. You got all but five feet from the door before a
hand gently grabbed your uninjured arm. Turning around, you tried your hardest
to be angry in spite of his adorable smile.
“You said something about continuing this?” he winked and this time either of them could hide their blush.
“Maybe if you
fix my damn arm first.” She grumbled, trying and failing to fight off a smile.
There were some Buckaroo Banzai fans among the crew who brought “Star Trek: The Next Generation” to the small screen. Exhibit A: a Yoyodyne reference seen on a display in the less than stellar second season episode “Up the Long Ladder”.
Probably the most exhausting argument to try to counter is ‘it’s just fiction, if you can’t tell it from reality that’s your problem!’ like fiction has no effect on the real world, like the real world has no effect on fiction, like fiction doesn’t come from and exist in the same minds that create and maintain and absorb social structures. People who think fiction exists in a super special sealed alternate reality where nothing that exists here can ever influence it and nothing that exists there can ever influence here are the most exhausting to argue with because they literally cannot conceive of the fact that fiction affects reality because fiction affects people. Fiction reflects reality, fiction affects reality. It’s not even a matter of opinion, it is a goddamn scientifically proven fact. People feel empathy for fictional characters in exactly the same way they feel empathy for other human beings. Science fiction has inspired a lot of scientific exploration and tech - look up the effect of Star Trek on the cell phone, the tablet computer, NASA’s funding. And more importantly, look up the effect of Nichelle Nichols’ casting on Star Trek on actress Whoopi Goldberg and astronaut Mae Jemison, the first black woman in space, who would go on to appear on Star Trek: The Next Generation. Hell, look up Aesop’s Fables. Fairy tales and fables have reflected the social reality of the people who tell them since time immemorial. They are wish fulfillment for people who couldn’t fight back against evil kings or corrupt government or church officials, and they teach the values of that society (be kind to the elderly, the poor, and the infirm; be clever and patient; work hard; and you will be rewarded). They show the world both as it is, and as people can hope to make it. As Terry Pratchett masterfully put it, “You need to believe in things that aren’t true. How else can they become?”
Fiction. Affects. Reality. Because fiction reflects reality. Fiction reflects the imaginations of the people who create it, the taboos and the norms of their societies. And in doing so, fiction tacitly supports or challenges those norms and taboos, and tells people what’s acceptable and what’s not. This is why there’s such a huge goddamn push for representation in fiction. Because if fiction was completely seperate from reality, it wouldn’t matter. And if you have a problem with that, then maybe you should ask yourself why. Because if fiction isn’t reality and representation doesn’t matter, then you should take a long, hard look at why you’re so threatened by seeing people who don’t look and act exactly like you reflected in the fiction you consume.
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