"He Asked About You," Eva Said, Rubbing One Arm And Then Shoving A Hand In Her Pocket. "Who You Are,
"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."
-----
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.
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Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic - Chapter 8 Posted
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/162054352
Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager x Star Trek: Discovery
Relationship: Kathryn Janeway / Seven of Nine
Rating: Mature
Synopsis:
After Captain Janeway contracts an illness during an expedition to an uninhabited planet and orders USS Voyager to leave her behind, a certain hardheaded Astrometrics officer isn't so keen on abandoning her Captain. As Janeway and Seven learn to navigate the strange new dynamic forming between them, it becomes apparent that the planet they now call home has a much deeper story to tell--one that seems to defy logic, reality, and even the natural order of time itself. ----- This is a standalone fic but can be read as additional worldbuilding to my "For the Optics" series. Timeline runs about a year prior to the events of "A Binding of Stars."
Snippet from The Ithaca Mandate
The shuttle door opened, and Judith’s breath shuddered out of her lungs. She expected officers, maybe commanders and ensigns. But the first officer she spotted was the last one she expected to see.
The uniform was familiar.
Command red.
Grey eyes darted around the chamber, mouth gaping a bit in some kind of startled awe. Then they landed on Judith and Lyris, and the face morphed into a scowl.
“Of course.”
Captain Elara Becketts strode forward, combat boots thunking on the debris coating the floor. She came to a stop before them, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You two are like goddamned roaches."
Only a few more hours until we meet again, oh mighty dining car ❤️
PSA: If you struggle with anxiety, or social anxiety, or hate airplanes, the sleeper cars on Amtrak are seriously a lifesaver. Even coach is so much more low key and relaxing, with tons more space.
Makes for good writing material though...
The real MVP here, carrying me through another major life event. 15 years with this dude and I'm so grateful for every moment he's here.
My father's Honor Walk was held yesterday, and we are able to move forward now. I try to take comfort in the knowledge that he may save at least three lives, but the experience and attention that comes with being the family of a donor has been quite overwhelming for someone who is an introvert and a recluse on a good day.
I've gotten a bit of headspace to finish up the next chapter of Subversion Theory as I try to have some moments to take my mind off everything. It's been difficult not to have this outlet, and I suppose that's why I'm writing this here. My father was more well-known and more well-liked than I ever knew, and fielding calls and messages between the three of us has been exhausting. I am grateful to have a night of quiet in my home with my pets and some space to breathe and process on my own before the actual service this weekend.
Still, my mind is on something else as well.
My father was an engineer--someone who enjoyed solving problems as much as creating problems to solve--and in classic fashion, upon searching for his credentials to access his computer, etc., my brother and I found what appears to be a 100+ page long cypher.
I'm uncertain which is more likely: he left it for us to solve because it's important, or he left it for us to think we needed to solve it but it's actually nothing important at all.
In either case--that's my dad ❤️
✨ 💜 Grab your favourite seat at the bar! 💜 ✨
This August, StarTrekPotluck returns for our sixth celebration of food, drink, and community! Sign-ups open in TWO DAYS, on May 19th at noon (GMT+1)! (What time is that for me?)
See you all in the mess hall ☕🖖✨
The ultimate chonk for your Monday, still watching over my new chapter progress.
BIRDIES <3
The most recent compilation of bird doodle commissions done over the past few weeks, including ones done in my recent advertisment to help with bills! If you're someone who reblogged my original post or if one of your birds are here, I want to take this moment to say THANK YOU, SO MUCH. January is such a hard month money-wise for everyone, something I always forget until it rolls around - everyone's kindness and generosity has been overwhelming. I was able to cover my bills and draw (and learn about) some wonderful bird suggestions. Thank you. <3 I'm still open for these, but on a much more casual basis where I'm not desparate for help with bills, if you would like a bird doodle for yourself or someone else hit me up!
Graphic designer and aspiring author of LGBTQ sci-fi, fantasy, & romance. Faithfully defending my pet turkeys from the local homesteaders. Probably still mad about Airiam. AO3: AdelineIsermanJaneway x Seven | Michael x Airiam | Sam x Janet | SwanQueen Star Trek: Discovery | Star Trek: Voyager | Stargate: SG-1 | Stargate: Atlantis | Farscape | Once Upon a Time
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