Verushka70

is it weird that it's also kind of hot to me?

like, this man can't get any more attractive

considering this AU was more of a joke than anything serious this had to roll around in my brain for a WHILE lmao I hope this is okay! it low key kinda intrigues me

my prompts are currently closed, but my ask box remains open for yapping and headcanons <3

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Ilya Rozanov was in Scott's brain once again.

have you heard about that Lestat guy? Maybe finally someone older than you, ah?

Shut up, Rozanov, Scott thought. Fucking Rozanov with his stupid russian accent which made him sound like he was the Vampire Rasputin. Scott had seen him pretend to be, actually, at some club a few decades ago, back when the song came out. If actual Rasputin found out, Rozanov would probably die, unless he managed to charm the old fucker. Which he might.

Have you turned your pretty boy mortal yet?

Rozanov's favorite question ever since Scott had met Kip.

No. Scott did his best to send Rozanov a telepathic eyeroll. And I'm not going to, either.

Oh come on, you cannot be alone your entire life. Is not good for you, always alone, no friends, no coven, no companion... always so ascetic...

Even telepathically, Rozanov sounded fagged out, almost bored, and Scott would believe it too if he didn't know him any better.

He is my companion, Scott replied, Mortal or not.

Ah, you know how these things go... never a good ending... but oh well, do what you must. A deep sigh.

I will. Now get out of my head.

Yes, yes, stop nagging, old man. I am leaving you to your lonely, ascetic life. Scott could see Rozanov's accompanying gestures in his mind's eyes, a flapping hand like he was trying to get rid of a particularly annoying fly. Come to Canada soon, yes?

Scott could't stop the small smile on his face at the tiniest, badly hidden trace of fondness. We will see.

The absence of Rozanov in his head was heavenly.

Finally, Kip stirred. He woke, and Scott could hear the blood rush through his veins, his heartbeat speed up as he roused and his circulation quickened. He blinked his eyes open, giving Scott a smile.

Scott smiled back. His pretty mortal boy. "Did you sleep well, my love?"

Kip nodded, stretching. Scott sensed every fiber of his muscles, every single heartbeat. "How long have you been here?"

"A while," Scott said lightly.

Kip liked leaving the window open for him, and Scott loved watching him sleep.

Kip reached out towards him.

"Come join me for a little while."

i am not being metaphorical, i work in a garden center, stop buying plants 'to bring in the bees and butterflies' and then immediately poisoning every caterpillar that dares to consume a single leaf

GRACE KELLY as Frances Stevens

I got to pinch hit for the Classic Film Exchange last year (and it's about to start up again!) and my recipient wanted a Frances-centric To Catch A Thief fic.

so I rewatched To Catch A Thief about 25 times and wrote a < 2500 Francie-centric fic which I really enjoyed writing - and I was so happy when my recipient was thrilled with it!

Kip walked into the living room, leaving his messenger bag next to Scott's weird room divider. That's when he saw it. A tiny white bunny, sitting on the carpet next to the coffee table. Kip did a double take because surely, there wasn't really a bunny here. But when he looked again, the bunny was still there, looking up at him. Kip stared back, completely thrown off.

Or: The one where Scott is a shapeshifter that turns into a bunny and Kip has no idea what is happening.

THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE!

Not in the sense that, "Oh, they believe that a series will be successful", but someone who looks at all of cheesy stuff and all of the cringey stuff and all of the stuff about utopia and humanity's infinite potential and working to better yourself and the rest of humanity and the value of truth and science and diplomacy and reason over conflict and just...believes in it. Not pay it lip service in between action spectacles; not try to subvert it; not try to ignore it; but believe.

And, as usual, what it will primarily be used for is monetizing your data, surveilling you and your fellow citizens, invading your privacy, and the parasitic fucks and liars like Sam Altman generally making money off of US, the seething masses.

Don't buy in. You can do everything you did before without AI. AI regurgitates bullshit from the Internet because garbage in, garbage out and it was trained on garbage like 4chan and cesspools like X just like it was trained on the novels of uncompensated authorsand the complete works of Shakespeare. AI will never be great because they're trained on humanity's total output and people are just too weird and silly and we lie and we say hilarious untrue shit because it's funny and sarcastic and AIs don't know the difference.

TNG: and what if we keep going? What if we get past some more prejudices (surprise - we weren’t actually done with that one yet by a long shot, and we may never be actually. But we’ll keep trying)? And what if we get past our consumerism and manufactured scarcity? What if we give everyone what they need to survive and thrive without requiring anything of them in return? What would we become, when we don’t have to be anything? What do people do when they don’t have to?

DS9: and what if these ideals meet more complex situations? What if they meet complex cultural interactions, and the horrors of war? What if they meet people who disagree with them outright? What if we’re confronted with the way that building our ideal little world has isolated and abandoned some of our own people in the process? How can those ideals persist? And should they?

VOY: and what if you’re alone? Truly, utterly alone. With no backup coming, no reputation to carry you. What if it’s just you, one tiny little ship, and your ideals, in a vast quadrant that either doesn’t know them or opposes them entirely? Can Federation values persist? Can we stick to them and survive?

ENT: and what if we’re not even there yet? One day this path may be a major highway, but what if you’re the first one to take a step on this journey? Can we even get there?

DIS: and what if we’re just too far gone? What if you acted against those ideals, and did unspeakable, unforgivable, unredeemable things? What if the people who are supposed to support and represent those ideals the most lose their way, and weaponize them, and weaponize you? What if it’s all been lost? And the worst has happened? What if you find yourself in the aftermath of a war and disaster you can’t hope to understand? What if you aren’t just alone, but you’re alone and everyone here already knows you? Not just that, but they laugh at you when you try to make a difference? What if hope is lost? Can it ever come back? Sometimes today’s world makes me wonder. If we are more far gone than any of us imagined possible, can we still get back to the world that TOS and TNG promised?

SNW: and what if asking all these questions has taken us away from the mission? What if we’ve lost the plot? What if we take all those things that TOS and TNG were trying to do and update them to a modern world? Do they still fit? Is that form of hope, by itself, still relevant to a modern world?

PIC and most of the movies: and what if everyone tells you to step down, to yield to progress, but you aren’t done yet? Should you? Can you?

PRO: and what if you aren’t even there? What if it’s just the ideas and the means to carry them out? Is that enough? Is that enough for someone, even a child, even a group of traumatized and scared children, to adopt those ideals and carry them forward? Do they actually work without you forcing them? Do they have value devoid of cultural context?

LD: and what if you’re not the hero? What if you’re just some dude, just doing a job, just living a life in this world? Is it really all it’s cracked up to be? At the end of the day, can you still build community, and discover yourself, and grow?