Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure Of Logic - Chapter 15 Posted

I'm gonna do it, I know it.

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Descriptionary

Helping Writers Find The Words

I stumbled across this site a few weeks ago--lots of useful info for if and when you feel like your descriptions are getting repetitive!

I am so uncertain what's even going on here but I love it.

I love Jaylah so much 🥲 I need to do a meet & greet one shot with her.

Should she meet Seven of Nine or Jett Reno...?

Jaylah & Chekov STAR TREK BEYOND (2016)

Subversion Theory - Chapter 5 Posted

Subversion Theory

Seraphis, too, always seemed to work against her when she was there, like the vessel herself had a threshold of tolerance for sabotage–even when it was intended to free her.

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Three years after the attack on Section 31 Headquarters, Control has the Federation on the brink. When the USS Discovery begins receiving encrypted transmissions from someone claiming to be Starfleet who seems to know everything about their enemy, Captain Michael Burnham sees one last shot to turn the tide. But as Control's obsession with her deepens and the boundaries between ally and adversary begin to unravel, its objectives evolve into something far more dangerous--and lead Michael to question if she's still in control of her own game.

Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery

Relationships: Michael Burnham/Airiam, Michael Burnham/Control, Michael Burnham/Nhan

Rating: Mature

This. Definitely this.

peak philosophy in ao3 tags

I don’t know if anyone has ever done this before but, here ya go… The Different Types of Fanfiction! 

I probably left a few out, but these are the most common, compared to their base fiction’s canon plot. Enjoy! XD

"He asked about you," Eva said, rubbing one arm and then shoving a hand in her pocket. "Who you are, why you care."

"I don't like bullies, is all," Taryn replied with a frown, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Ain't need no more reason than that."

"He says you got a mouth on you. Says you oughtta learn when to shut it."

Eva looked at the ground as she said it, kicking at the gravel with the toe of her boot.

"That what he said?" Taryn asked, and she almost grinned as she leaned back on the column.

"That's what he said."

"And what d'you think Miss Eva Kincaid?"

"I don't think nothin'."

"That means you think somethin'."

Eva looked up, and her mouth and her brows settled into hard lines.

"I think you gone an' pissed off Mister Sterling. An' I think you just might wanna listen to him."

Taryn regarded her. She still wasn't swayed. She could tell Eva knew it, too. She pushed off the column and came a step closer.

"I'll think about shuttin' my mouth when he thinks about keepin' his hands off o' you. You can tell him I said that, too."

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Taryn Monroe prefers simplicity–her place in the mountains, the predictable rhythm of her job at the mill, and the peace that comes with keeping to herself.

Every Tuesday, a woman shows up at precisely fifteen minutes to close. Taryn doesn’t know much about her–just the rumble of her truck, the way she never wastes words, and the peculiar gallon of sulfur she buys each week. Then one Tuesday, she doesn’t show up. Taryn tells herself to leave it alone, that it’s not her business and the woman can handle herself. But when she overhears an argument and starts asking questions, she can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong–and her life becomes anything but simple. Something wild is living in the barn at Wardenwood Hollow. Something keeping the woman bound to the old Sterling Farm. And Taryn may be her only chance to break free.

How about six of them...?

YOU!! YES, YOU!! GO WRITE THAT FANFIC YOU THINK NOBODY BUT YOU WILL READ!!

It's the weekend and I can WRITE STUFF.

Yay.

Right after I dig the turkey shed out of the snow 😭