The Best Part Of Winter Is You Can Drag Your Ass Inside From Feeding Animals And The Justification For

Me reading anything anyone has written about Airiam. Also people commenting about what I write about Airiam 🙃

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

If I'm not writing about space ships and cyborgs, I'm probably taking pictures of turkeys.

Sometimes I feel like this old gal Grumpy deserves her own fanfic.

I can appreciate soft Seven, but badass Seven is much more fun 🥲

for your consideration: seven’s soft ponytail

Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic

Sneak peek of one of my favorite sections from later in this fic.

A hardness overcame Seven then, the alloys in her spine chaining her fractured emotions back together in some grotesque distortion of what Janeway had always insisted they could be. Was this what it meant to be human? This labyrinth of consternation and insecurity and doubt? To feel, from one moment to the next, while drowning under the gravity of her inability to draw any meaningful connections between them? What was the purpose? Janeway found her then, and Seven realized she had dropped into a crouch closer to the habitat floor. The tentative ghost of a palm encapsulated her knee as the Captain crouched before her and Seven carefully deflected its benevolence by righting herself. She feared the touch would melt the metal of the implant concealed beneath the biosuit and burn them both. “Must...you always…touch me?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/158729248

Truer words have never been written!

"And fuckin' up motherfuckers is my game."

This was supposed to be 75k and it can't even be broken into multiple books 😬

Also fun fact: Google docs has a 1 million character limit so this is just the sequentially organized doc because the other one is starting to lag...oops.

The ultimate chonk for your Monday, still watching over my new chapter progress.

Say what you want, but USS Discovery is by far the most beautiful Star Trek ship, and there aren't enough pics of it out there. That side by side with the Enterprise though... <3

And for a fic writer in this fandom, it's also damn hard to describe that spore drive jump without a few picture references.

Snippet from The Ithaca Mandate

Ardent, 2765

“She was so excited to see that god-awful ship,” Judith whispered, and Kalor bit her lip as she nodded. “Meanwhile, I can’t get away from it fast enough.”

Kalor set her hand on her arm and squeezed.

“It’s just a ship, Quinn,” she said. “Just as fragile and vulnerable as the rest of us.”

The simplicity of the statement refused to settle. Ithaca wasn’t fragile. She’d never faltered. She was an entity all her own, an impenetrable metal veil that wedged herself between two realities Judith could no longer reconcile. For years she had known Ithaca would take Lyris, and Rilka–that she might even one day have taken Zoey.

She wasn’t just a ship. Not anymore.

She was a threshold, a snare–a patient, immutable gravity that Judith knew was now finally seizing her, too.

Ithaca was always going to take her.

But her pull would drown them both.