I don’t know why, but I feel the sudden compulsion to write a K/S fic where the crew of the Enterprise is stuck on some Starbase and to pass the time they decide to redo The Phantom of the Opera. And like, Spock is chosen to play the phantom and then Chapel, Uhura and Kirk fight to play Christine.
Some things that should be acceptable by now:
- Girls having sleepovers with boys.
- Female nipples showing.
- Marriage equality and equality in general.
- Doing what you want with your body.
- Wearing what you want,
- Kinder eggs in America.
For a second I thought you meant eggs should be nicer to people
Took me a while to answer but here it is! :)
Give me a fandom and I’ll tell you which characters I would:
. Push off a cliff: In TOS, probably Admiral Morrow because like he doesn’t understand why Kirk has to go after Spock. As if it was not obvious. Pff. In the reboot though, probably Admiral Marcus. I mean, he’s a mean mothafucka for like no good reason except wanting to make war with Klingons.
. Kiss: Jim Kirk. Preferably shirtless and for no good reason. ;)
. Marry: Spock. Even though I’d have to become Jim Kirk somehow because there’s no way it’s happening if I’m not. Though if I just remain my ordinary self, I would not mind that Kirk joins in. So maybe I should say I would get married to Spirk instead. Seems legit.
. Set on fire: In TOS, Janice Rand. Like I’d set fire to her hair, she’s so annoying. In the reboot… How about JJ Abrams? :P
. Wrap a blanket around: Scotty. Preferably a tartan one. Somewhere in the highlands. Discussing warp core mechanics while drinking scotch.
. Be roommates with: Bones. That would be sooo entertaining. “I’m a doctor dammit not a dishwasher!” “The oven’s dead, Jim.”
I have nothing to offer anyone except my own confusion.
i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road
I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.