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“Bathtubs are medieval filth cauldrons; I'm not interested in simmering in butt tea for twenty minutes.”

@morgansmornings

If you use an AI program to write your replies why the fuck are you even in the PRC?

the idea behind the japanese art of kintsugi is that cracks in an object are part of its history. you know, those bowls that break & then the cracks get filled with gold so then they're even more beautiful ? we've all been damaged, but it's good damage because it makes us more who we are.

Alright, so this post is a long time coming but it is something that has been on my mind lately and involves how I personally see the AOS timeline, particularly the way it involves canon of Discovery and Strange New Worlds and how those events unfold in the Alternate Original Series Timeline (Kelvin Timeline).

Simply put, it doesn’t. They don’t. Those events don’t happen.

Not as they are in the show/series canon.

Agree or disagree, that’s your prerogative, but these are my thoughts.

Now this isn’t an attack on anybody who enjoys either of these series. I’m watching SNW too. I enjoy it for the most part. This has to do with the fact that these shows are written for the Prime Timeline. The timeline in which Ambassador Spock hails from, in which TNG happened, TOS, you get the point.

None of these events are written taking into account AOS and the simple nature of the fact that the events, if they’re to follow a coherent, linear timeline, cannot have unfolded the way they did.

If you put the two timelines up next to each other, you’ll see almost immediately that you cannot cross them without some heavy manipulation of the newer shows—AOS has made one thing exceptionally clear and this fact cannot be changed, as it is a very important point in the story:

The Enterprise did not launch until 2258 and she was the first one in this timeline to be named Enterprise.

There are no stories of the Enterprise before 2258, as she was under construction in the Riverside Shipyard in Iowa. You remember that really neat shot of Kirk on the bike in 2255 before he gets on the shuttle for Academy looking at the almost completed Enterprise? The shot signifying hope and rebirth and a bright future? Yeah, that one. You know the one.

Her maiden voyage was the very day of Vulcan’s destruction.

Pike’s first day as captain of the USS Enterprise was not until that day, when the distress call was received from Vulcan.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the maiden voyage of our newest flagship deserves more pomp and circumstance than we can afford today. Her christening will just have to be our reward for a safe return. Carry on.”

Even Scotty remarks on the Enterprise’s launch when Ambassador Spock and Kirk visit him during his ‘stay’ on Delta Vega.

“So, the Enterprise has had its maiden voyage, has it?”

This simple fact alone makes it impossible for the events of either Discovery or Strange New Worlds to have unfolded in the Kelvin Timeline as they have.

Pike, as we know, is an exceptional captain in both Prime and Kelvin—that fact cannot and will not be taken away from him. They’re very different people, yes, as we can see from their presence, the way they command their starships, etc., but they’re both incredibly capable and experienced and hold the trust/loyalty of their crew. That being said, it means AOS Pike will also have a number of experiences under his belt to have earned him the position he has within Starfleet.

But in AOS, none of those experiences were on the Enterprise. Had the Narada not arrived back in 2233 when it did, the Enterprise might have been launched in 2245 as it was in the Prime Timeline, captained by Pike. However, Nero’s incursion brought with it a wealth of information and technology that was used to enhance the entire Fleet, especially the flagship, thereby delaying her launch to 2258 and resulting in the incredibly large and technologically advanced Enterprise we (I) know and love in the Kelvin Timeline.

That doesn’t even begin to touch upon the mess that comes from trying to figure out what happens to all of these characters if you attempt to blend the two, because, for example, Ortegas is going to simply give up her position to Sulu? Pike wouldn’t want to have such an exceptional pilot as part of his crew?

One of the smartest, in my opinion, things AOS did was to outright state this is an alternate timeline and lean heavily into that fact to differentiate it from all the already previously existing Trek canon. But with that, and particularly the canon choices made for this timeline, means that the events taking place prior to the Kelvin incident and Nero’s incursion in 2233 need to also be reimagined to address this anomalous event that never happened in that timeline.

That was a major event with intense, direct consequences that neither of the shows make any mention of and cannot be ignored. Everything beyond the incursion is also shaped by those events to varying degrees.

The events of Discovery don’t begin until 2255, I believe, with s2 taking place in 2259. Pike and the Enterprise cannot be around for that. Nero’s incursion throws a wrench into everything that would have been happening in the original Prime Timeline.

The Prime and Kelvin Timelines do not overlap well/seamlessly, not without manipulation of one to adapt to the other. They’re difficult to blend—they’re not meant to be blended, in my opinion, because you sacrifice important points and history from one or the other or both to fit all the events together, thereby diminishing the weight of particular events of that canon. They’re separate timelines and they should stay separate timelines.

So, again, my particular blog canon especially, neither Discovery nor Strange New Worlds are canon to the Kelvin Timeline in any capacity, not as they are. Can some of Pike’s adventures be adapted to be some of the experiences under his belt? Absolutely, but it happened on a ship other than the Enterprise at another place, another time.

And that entire arc with the Gorn that SNW is doing? Absolutely not canon, not in my portrayal of events unfolding on the blog. Similar to how it was in TOS, the Enterprise is going to be the one to make real, proper first contact with the Gorn under different circumstances.

It happened in Prime. It didn’t happen in the Kelvin timeline. I’m more than happy to interact with anyone from either of those shows, absolutely, but it’s with the caveat that, unless there’s an AOS verse for those characters, it will be by way of crossover event, similar to the LD x SNW event.

This one's for the dreamers.

DOCTORBROWN — an independent, semi-selective roleplay blog for Back to the Future's Doctor Emmett L. Brown. Headcanon based with inspiration being drawn from the trilogy, the comics, the novelisations, the musical, and BTTF: The Game. Written by Red, 30+, multi-para to novella length writer and crossover/AU/OC friendly!

THE TINIEST DETAILS: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS

do they drive? if so, do they enjoy driving or do they hate it? or somewhere in between?

if they drive, where is their favorite location to drive to?

if they drive, do they own a vehicle? if so, what make and model?

what bumper stickers do they have on their car?

what paintings and/or posters are on their walls?

what is a song they listen to with the windows rolled down, turned all the way up, on the highway?

is there an artform they've always wanted to try (glassblowing, woodworking, painting, ect) but never have? if so, what about that artform speaks to them?

what time of day do they usually start getting sleepy?

do they catch a second wind? if so, what is their method for catching it (napping, drinking coffee, exercising, ect)?

are they a nap person? if so, how long are their naps? do they set a 20 minute timer and wake up before it? or set no timer and wake up in the middle of the night?

what is the most obscure book they've read?

what is a book that interested them so much they took it with them to the bathroom?

what did the air smell like during their childhood?

what is a core memory from their childhood that they look back on fondly and for comfort?

when was the last time they were held, and truly held, for several minutes? who was it with?

do they meditate? if not, have they ever tried? how did it go?

how many pennies and quarters do they have in their couch?

how dusty is their home? spotless, lived-in, dust bunny haven?

what is their favorite chocolate bar?

do they like their brownies fudgy or cakey? or not at all, and only want the crusts?

whats that one weird food combination that everyone else thinks is gross but they think is delicious?

where do they put their shoes when they come home from a long day?

after a vacation, do they immediately unpack or slowly retrieve items from their suitcase until its empty?

how often do they do self-reflection?

are they more afraid of being alone with themselves or with others?

have they ever had a near death experience? if so, what was it?

out of all the subjects in school, which was their favorite? which one did they excel at?

how many alarms do they have set on their phone? what is their alarm ringtone?

do they fart in front of other people? or do they hide their farts?

do they have to see any specialist doctors? if so, do they have a strong bond with their doctor or do they dislike them?

what is their favorite seasoning?

what is their favorite sauce?

how spicy is spicy for them? (pepper, jalepeno, ghost pepper, ect)

how long do they let the dishes go unwashed?

how much laundry do they accumulate before doing it?

what shampoo, conditioner, cologne/perfume and deodorant do they use?

@brooklynislandgirl

space shark 🦈💫

🩵Ocean Water Space🩵

My friend asked me how many people on tumblr really watch Star Trek on a regular basis.

Reblog for Star Trek.

Ignore for a soul-crushing sense of being alone in the universe.

WHAT HE SAID WAS LOST INTO THE DESERT with The Maker while Uhura was lost inside of Spock's proximity – the way it was sudden, but simultaneously time elongated. No one sat this close; Uhura rarely permitted it of anyone. But she dreamt of him. She dreamt of his closeness. She dreamt of it as recently as that morning. For long years Uhura entertained dreamless sleeps, a blank void where exhaustion went to die and be remade into something useful in time for her to meet the sun. Uhura’s slumbers, just as her days, were functional, purposeful and planned; scarcely did she award herself frivolity. She loved her people, her Sietch; her whole, short and brutal nineteen years of life were committed to their betterment, their prosperity and defense – to their survival. Uhura could hear their laughter below echoing up from the Sietch – she wanted to turn her head, to briefly escape the weight of this intimacy. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. A fear lingered that if she broke this moment, if she looked away - it would slip through her fingers like spice on hot winds rolling up from the south. The moons were alight, reflected in vivid detail against the inky dark of his eyes; and if she trained her eyes against his enough, there mirrored in his she could even make out each finger of The Hand of God. Uhura could feel his breath against her lips, his air rolling over her tongue when she breathed in – breathing him into her lungs, into her blood. Uhura pressed their hands hard against her stomach, sliding her free hand overtop, pushing harder into her abdomen creating a natural lean-in, shaving away at the liminal space between their mouths. This pervasive kind of intimacy, fresh and new, like golden sun rising over the dunes - all the same it wasn’t natural to how she connected with people. With anyone at all. Not like this. But few things can survive, whole and joyful, on Arrakis; even in the secret places held by the heart. Because here she felt a stab of what felt like grief, but a grief she had not yet felt, followed with indecent haste by grief’s familiar bedfellow: Dread. What was this feeling? Harder she pressed their hands against the sinewy muscle of her belly, nails digging into his skin. She didn't dare to move. She let grief and dread wrestle against her bones, letting the breath in her throat paralyze while she fell headlong into the endless black of his eyes – there was something ill fated screaming from the expanse of a future she couldn’t dream. Instead rose the heat of her heart, an organ of brimstone promising ruin to anything that dared seek it’s favor. Uhura’s heart was an inhospitable place – molten fire flowed where there should have been blood; it was a place where only dragons could go.  A place where only dragons could stay. “ D’rachanya, ” repeating the word with barely a breath, heady in the way it came from her like a spell or conjuration. She closed the final piece of space between them. Would they burn the other if their lips touch?

Not outwardly. Rather it burned inwardly, where the point of origin was the center of her stomach, the place where Uhura still held fast to his hand with both of hers. Deeper she pushed into him, committing the details of his mouth to sacred memory. The swirling movement of her jaw, her lips, had slowed – slowing until finally she stopped and pulled away, but only just far enough she could level her eyes to his again. “ If you were to become a dragon – would you still come to Arrakis and find me in the desert? ”

@fasciinating

She ran two, slow fingers against the underside of his index and middle fingers. It was a custom entirely alien to her, but Uhura liked the rush of warmth in her chest incited by listening to the way his breath would change, albeit almost imperceptibly. They sat on the ridge of a particularly steep dune, the sun having melted into the horizon hours ago, where Uhura held his hand in hers, like some delicate, invaluable treasure unearthed from the deep desert, idling together in contented silence - broken by the onset of a sudden thought-turned-spoken query. “ Hayalit, ” she began, though the scathing she once married to this term had dissolved bit-by-bit, leaving behind the suggestions of deep affection she had yet to speak aloud between them. An affection that still only lived by touch and sight; in dreams.  “ – I once heard a man in Arrakeen say that long ago dragons ruled your distant, red deserts. Is that true ? ” Uhura’s fingers idly remained against the underside of his, with a slow and steady back and forth as she moved her own. “Could you find them, Mahdi ? ” But a smirk pushed itself in the corner of her mouth. She didn’t necessarily believe Spock to be the Lisan al-Gaib, and from time to time she reminded him of that but the cavalier way she would use all those holy names her people had assigned him.

HE RESISTS A SHUDDER ON THE plains of Arrakis. The sun is gone, bright gold away from the sea of red flecks and shimmering heat. Spock can still see it as it rises from the sands, a contradiction to the sensations she gives him, the cool touch of her fingertips. It is almost reverent, the hiss and curl of a slow-burning fire. But Spock is not so foolish as to consider what she does, the things she says to him, with anything else but teasing. He watches them nonetheless, partially distracted until Uhura calls him by the name given to him by the desert and its people. Hayalit, followed by others, other words that skitter, demanding things, against his skin and the curves of his ears.

It means to change, creature of the deep crimson sand with mutating scales. Spock stares nowhere, everywhere all at once, eyes dark when they pin somewhere between the ravines of her fingers. How can he change for the good of the many, never the few?

Never the one.

Spock cannot pretend to know; he loathes the answer. It seeks him regardless.

—fire and glass, a red flag streaming across a battlefield with the symbol of his father's house.

" Dragons? " Spock raises a brow. " D'rachanya, " he explains, Vuhlkansu knife-like where it sears off his tongue and he twitches his chin, sharp and an observant like a bird, " So they say. "

His hand fists, gripping hers, flexing and immediately stilling, as though aghast of its own involuntary movement. Spock shakes his head, " I have no wish to. " He cannot, calculating; despite its strangeness, there are greater possibilities than such a discovery. He leans, mouth quirking slightly above hers. " It would be more likely to become one. "

@haiiling

hozier lyrics, hozier (expanded edition)

❛  i should've worshipped them sooner. ❜

❛  we were born sick. ❜

❛  the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you. ❜

❛  i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ❜

❛  good god, let me give you my life. ❜

❛  there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. ❜

❛  it's toying somewhere between love and abuse. ❜

❛  no more alone or myself i could be. ❜

❛  [i/you] lurched like a stray to the arms that were open. ❜

❛  i lay my heart down with the rest at [your/their] feet. ❜

❛  i wonder if it's better now having survived. ❜

❛  i'm so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes. ❜

❛  no better version of me i could pretend to be tonight. ❜

❛  [they/you] found me just in time. ❜

❛  cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, i need to be youthfully felt cause i never felt young. ❜

❛  it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometimes. ❜

❛  we tried the world and it wasn't for us. ❜

❛  you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜

❛  would things be easier if there was a right way? ❜

❛  honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛  i fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛  there's an art to life's distractions. ❜

❛  love with every stranger, the stranger the better. ❜

❛  all i've ever done is hide. ❜

❛  when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, i feel ike a person for a moment of my life. ❜

❛  but you don't know what the hell you put me through. ❜

❛  it feels good to be alone with you. ❜

❛  there are questions i can't ask. ❜

❛  now, at last, the worst is over. ❜

❛  i know that you hate this place. ❜

❛  there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you, don't you agree? ❜

❛  there's something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you. ❜

❛  innocence died screaming. ask me, i should know. ❜

❛  there's something broken about this but i might be hoping about this. ❜

❛  we'll lay here for years or for hours, your hand in my hand. so still and discreet. ❜

❛  i'd be home with you. ❜

❛  any way to distract and sedate. ❜

❛  i'm somewhere outside my life. i keep scratching but somehow i can't get in. ❜

❛  don't you stand there watching me, won't you? ❜

❛  don't you join in, you're supposed to drag me away from it. ❜

❛  i'm so full of love, i could barely eat. ❜

❛  [they/you] are sweet as can be. [they/you] give me toothaches just from kissing me. ❜

❛  no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to [them/you]. ❜

❛  you never asked me once about the wrong i did. ❜

❛  [you/they] would never fret none about what my hands and my body done. ❜

❛  if the lord don't forgive me, i'd still have you and you would have me. ❜

❛  why were you digging? what did you bury? ❜

❛  i will not ask you where you came from. i will not ask and neither should you. ❜

❛  just put your sweet lips on my lips. we should just kiss like real people do. ❜

❛  i know that look, eyes always seeking. ❜

❛  i will not ask you why you were creeping. in some sad way, i already know. ❜

❛  you know better than to smile at me like that. ❜

❛  i know who i am when i'm alone. ❜

❛  you don't understand. you should never know how easy you are to need. ❜

❛  don't let me in with no intention to keep me. ❜

❛  it can't be unlearned. i've known the warmth of your doorways. ❜

❛  i'll find my way back to you. ❜

❛  my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man's beliefs. ❜

❛  screaming the name of a foreigner's good is the purest expression of grief. ❜

❛  i feel no control of my body. i feel no safety in [your/their] arms. ❜

❛  all that i've been taught and every word i've got is foreign to me. ❜

❛  it looks ugly but it's clean. ❜

❛  your fight and fury is fiery. ❜

❛  it's worth it, it's divine. i have this some of the time. ❜

❛  you called my name til the fever broke. ❜

❛  i heard a scream in the woods somewhere. ❜

❛  i turned and ran to save a life i didn't have. ❜

❛  i need you to run to me. run to me! ❜

❛  when i was a child, i heard voices. some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛  don't you ever tame your demons but always keep them on a leash. ❜

❛  you've done me wrong for a long, long time. ❜

❛  after all you've done, i never changed my mind. ❜

❛  please, try to love me. ❜

❛  my love will never die. ❜