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“His career in Starfleet had come to an end”
Lol I haven’t watched the endgame (the voyager finale not the marvel movie lol) in a hot minute but I pretty distinctly remember there being a view in (at least one of) the final scene(s) of Janeway standing alone on the bridge with Chakotay and Seven standing together behind her and like???
Maybe it’s petty of me but I hate it and I just wanna talk to whoever engineered that shot.
Like?? Why the fuck?
First of all like he’s just out of place like they very clearly positioned him so he and Seven could be together to put an emphasis on their already forced relationship instead of him being in his chair or standing next to Janeway where he is all the time.
And second of all it’s just such a strikingly sad image. Like, I feel like a huge part of Janeway’s arc is adjusting from feeling sort of isolated and awkward with the crew in the first season to being a part of the little family they become. And Chakotay played a big role in that, always waiting patiently for when she would let her walls down to remind her that she wasn’t alone. The only line she never crossed for the sake of her captaincy was having a romantic relationship with him, which was pretty clearly something she wanted but felt she had to forego in order to get them home.
And then in the final moments suddenly not only is he not beside her like he is for the whole show (which is sort of a symbol of the union of the two crews and the strength of that unity), but he’s also involved with somebody else romantically.
So basically it’s this image of her sacrifice as a captain all of these years. She got her crew home but at the personal cost of loosing the chance to be with someone she loves and to be close to people in general.
Anyways there’s my overthinking for the evening.
Kathryn Janeway deserved better.
friendly reminder that when janeway said
Three years ago I didn’t even know your name. Today I can’t imagine a day without you.
Do I have your support?
Temporal Prime Directive.
We’ve been through too much to stop trusting each other.
Chakotay - let’s keep this one out of our logs, huh?
I’ll bring the croutons.
Surprise me.
You’ve just threatened the wrong woman, Chakotay.
Bridge to Chakotay: Scorpion!
For two people who started off as enemies, it seems we get to know each other pretty well. So I’ve been wondering… just how close do we get?
Bottle of champagne, moonlight sail on Lake George - how does that sound?
Chakotay, there’s no one I trust more than you. You’re a fine first officer. Are you ready to captain this ship?
Not for a second.
A soldier *and* a philosopher. Your intelligence file doesn’t do you justice.
Commander, you and I have the same problem. I think it makes sense to try and solve it together, don’t you?
They’ll push you. They’ll threaten you. But they need you. They need this alliance… You have to make this work. I want you… to make this work. Get this crew home…
I appreciate your trying to protect me, but a chance to see this place - it’s worth a headache.
Just be home before midnight.
As Captain, that’s a luxury I don’t have.
Thanks again for minding the store.
But when I’m through… things might be better for all of us. Trust me.
What’s important is that in the end, we got through this, together. I don’t ever want that to change.
Are you with me?
Maybe I could stand with an apple on my head and you could phaser it off.
I’d say, have a seat, it’ll be a while.
One of the nice things about being captain… is that you can keep some things to yourself.
I won’t do this without my First Officer.
Is that really…an ancient legend?
Plenty of time.
what she meant was, “I love you.”
can’t believe voyager really had two of the best goddamn romances but didn’t use EITHER of them
Ahhhhhhhhhh 😫, it HERE THE SECOND TRAILER
New trailer for The Wild Robot
🥰🥰
“Shhhhh,” he murmured into her hair, “Go to sleep Kathryn, we can talk tomorrow.”
In which the entire purpose of 'Safe in the circle of your arms' was to get to this point of falling asleep together post Cracked Mirror, so I had to draw it as well.
Just two touch starved sulfates finally reunited and not needed on the bridge or to supervise a group of teenagers they've gotten attached to.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭😍😭😍😭😍😍😍😍😭😍😭😍😭😍😭😍😭😍😍😭😍😭😭😍
Star Trek Prodigy Missing scene (or future scene? 😉)
Can't get enough JC? Well this post is for you! LOL I couldn’t decide which illustration to post or in what order, so why not post all at once? 😉 Enjoy!
I hope this brightens your day! ❤️🥰
I experimented a bit this time with the pencil/sketch look! I hope you enjoy! I’ll probably colorize this series in the near future too - I find it strangely relaxing and besides, it’s one of my favorite parts besides playing with light 😊
Also, this was inspired by a scene from my latest JC fic A Reality of Our Own Making, just couldn't get the images out of my head 🥰
As expected, I couldn't resist adding some color to the grayscale pencil sketches I posted last week! Here’s one! I hope you enjoy! ❤️
Others in the set will probably trickle in soon, in no particular order either 😉
I hope this brightens your day! ❤️🖖
I'm crying. No really I got tears in my eyes because of that😭🥹❤️
Hope is a Weapon
I should be doing my job, but I'm doing version 456 of the same video lmaooo help
Sound important so pls turn it on
new year's eve 23/24
i had dinner a while ago (i ate what i had packed myself in the to go box when b. and me went to the dining hall for lunch), before that i had gone on a bike ride with the wonderful road bike a kind researcher of some postdoc whatsapp group (that once again i had sneaked myself in, being far away from being one myself) lends me during the course of my stay.
and now i am here, once again sitting in a very fancy&old library of this amazing university. b. is away for the weekend leaving me with his card to be able to open doors myself and not needing to sneak into the establishments, which lets me live out my delusion of myself being the one that made it here. however, i had sworn myself to write down my thoughts about recent times as much as i could make time for it. i just feel like i always regret not writing things down if i don't do it, so here we go:
i am continuing to explain the developments after december 18th's christmas' celebration at the theatre. being left disappointed, i had set my hopes to nye and had gone sure to be assigned the shift that works the night. it was a special day at the theatre: we were performing the same play three times. it is based on sartre's "no exit" and requires all 8 fulltime actors to play. the first performance was set at 3pm, the second at 6pm and the third at 10pm with an interruption at midnight for the guests and the team to be able to admire the fireworks outside and celebrate the new year together. just before midnight it was my task to serve champaigne to the people in the theatre hall. then, all of the team members joined the actors on stage to count down... it was a memorable start of 2024 for sure. after the play we offered a buffet. the atmosphere being really happy, exhausted, light hearted i stayed until 2:30am and helped everywhere i could. i had lost track of how many glasses of champaigne i had myself but i was just happy and euphoric. with this mood i rode my bike home expecting to be able to join a house party i was invited to at my dorm. the day before i had specifically asked whether they will be celebrating the whole night to which they agreed.
and of course, when i arrived i could still see those red and blue lights from the outside giving me some hope, but when i entered the kitchen i only found empty bottles and an incredibly dirty kitchen. being drunk and disappointed yet my body decided to lay down on their dirty sofa to cope with the situation and reflect. doing so i inevitably fell asleep for some time, it must have been about an hour when a girl entered the kitchen to help herself to some water i guess. being completly startled feeling caught sleeping on somebody else's kitchen sofa adrenaline rushed into me which induced me to think "this cannot have been it", "i wanted something to happen for so long, i cannot accept my fate". without further ado and almost like a natural logical consequence i sent a. a dm on instagram.
oh, i forgot to mention that after i had gotten home from the christmas party i had followed him to which he instantly added me back and complimented the parfume and dress i was wearing. which i did not allow to lead to further conversation because at that time i still thought he was in a relationship, which changed when just on the evening of new year's i had asked somebody about to which they responded he was in an open relationship. (which was false infromation as well, since he is simply single) allowing me to finally give it a shot...
so i had sent him this message and again he promptly responded and invited me to join him at this bar/club. i jumped on my bike, freezing and still quite drunk questioning my whole life but also ready for whatever would be coming. and lots was to come i could not even imagine to...
i had arrived at the club, went inside, paid the fee and surprisingly was let in without hesitation even though it has an age limit that i am still very much below. but i guess they don't care about that much when it comes to young girls (i certainly do not look that age). anyway, i had never been to this club, it was build like a regular house: you go upstairs and there are several rooms each decorated in a living room kinda way. each room was playing different music, it was much to explore and i was very much lost. but soon to be found by a. who covered my eyes from behind to greet me. he led me into a crowded room where two of his friends were dancing: a small chubby and shy guy who is so irrelevant that i won't even dedicate him his own abbreviation and jc., a lanky dude looking like every other hipster. it was his moustache in particular that on the one hand disgusted me being so common nowadays for a certain pretentious group of guys, but on the other hand also was extremly appealing as i have always been attracted to them - even before they were cool in the gen z/millenial generation.
so there i was with three guys none of whom i really knew much, but happy not to be alone. i got introduced, was continously supplied with gin&tonics, my favourite drink after red wine, dancing and enjoying myself. i did notice one strange thing: i could not believe my eyes when i saw two actual old people dance very close to us... turns out, a.'s mother and father had been dancing with them ever since they got there, i just couldn't grasp the absurdity of the moment which led me to just take it as it is.
eventually a. as well as jc. and me we dancing really closely right in front of a.'s parents' eyes. there was an incredible amount of sexual tension between both a. and me, and jc. and me. i did try to cheer up jo. and make him dance and lose himself, but he was just too shy which i certainly do not want to judge. in fact, it was nice to dance with somebody who was not creepy for once. every time a. left the room jc. would take his chance and dance with me - a dynamic which at that point was a habinger for else to come. i had just so much fun being the center of attention, being cared and longed for. i could completely lose myself and did not care about anything.
unfortunately at some point the music just was too bad to endure, they certainly wanted people to leave, it must have been around 4am, a.'s parents had already left without me noticing, as us four also left the club. jo. said goodbye to us going to his hostel - he and jc. actually travelled quite far only to be with a. that night. they were childhood best friends. jc., a. and me went somewhere else together. somewhere else where i believed was a.'s flat.
but no, it turned out to be a shared flat by a.'s best friends in town. the apartment was dirty, messy and full of political posters. they all are radical lefties, antifascists. and also radical stoners. those young people that i just cannot stop myself from considering as losers. they all "study" something (if even), and are spoiled by their parents' money that they waste on drugs. those kind of people that look homeless and like to pretend as if they were poor to be edgy, but in fact come from wealthy backgrounds.
well, at this point i was so drunk and tired i had lossed control completely and just went with whatever happened. i don't remember details, but we gathered in one room with sofas on the sides and a carpet in the middle. we were about 10 people i guess, some were dancing, many just sitting and smoking. for a long time i was also sitting, being very cold i was brought a blanket, i was just too tired. jc. was sitting close to me, i approached him and snuggled up to him. he comforted me, eventually demanding a kiss. knowing that a. was watching us i felt uncomfortable a bit still. it was always as if he had some claim on me, as if it was clear that i belong to him. i ended up falling asleep on jc.'s lap for some time. i felt incredibly safe and comfortable. in a moment i felt half asleep jc. asked "will we ever kiss tonight?!" which i answered by kissing him and then falling asleep completely.
i woke up very energized, it must have been around 7am. people, though less people, were still dancing and smoking. i was offered soup. i was confused about everything but just again took it as it was. after having eaten i joined the people dancing. i was jumping around the room to metal music with my blanket. at some point a. could get ahold of me and lured me into dancing with him. it must have been very close and again very sexually loaded. he touched me everywhere, his strong arms hugging me to kiss me. it was this excitement you feel when finally allowing the tension to be relieved.
the rest of the morning we spent jumping, dancing and kissing. all of it went on until 12pm! the sky was grey so we could not tell the difference between day and night. a. decided it was time to leave though. lead by a. and jc. i trotted like an obidient lamb wherever to they were leading me.
we arrived in a.'s shared flat, him only having one room which barely fit his bed, a chair, his extremly big tv (redflag!!!) and some shelve. the boys lied down in the bed next to each other. me not trying to be completely blatant sat down sideways on the chair and attempted to sleep a bit. of course it was extremly uncomfortable. at some point i had gathered the energy and courage to request whether i could join them in the bed. which, who would have thought, they did not deny.
i lied down between them and fell asleep feeling as safe as never before. sleeping inbetween two guys i was attracted to, two guys i had danced with and kissed that evening. two guys that knew each other for about 25 years. two guys with rather opposite body types and personalities. two guys i could not have chosen only one of.
we did sleep for some time. i eventually snuggled up to a. but while also holdng jc.'s hand. a. caressed my body, first hesitantly but soon increasingly passionately. jc. got notice from that and copied that by grapping my ass. the motion naturally escalated and intensified. i was overwhelmed and unsure how to act. i did not just want to lie without doing anything so i tried doing justice to both. jc. definitely being more passionate and couragous he slowly started fucking me anally, which actually was the first time for me and was rather semi enjoyable. at the same time a. was undressing me, getting his hands on everything that he was able to free of cloths. he was kissing my breasts and fingering me... when sucking a.'s dick which would not stay hard because he was too excited i guess, jc. fingered me. in general i liked interacting with jc. much more than with a. jc. was more aggressive, more demanding, more direct. when kissing him he choked me just right. in those moments i truly wished a. would have just left us alone already. only when he went to go shower, jc. and me were able to enjoy fully. but when a. came inside the room again it was like jc. had to hand me to him again. i do enjoy being the object that is "being handed over" and used, but of course i would have liked to get used by the guy i was actually more into.
it was the first threesome for all three of us. it was definitely not completely satisfactory for everybody, but it was quite the experience for each party involved. we slept next to each other until around 5pm. the atmosphere when we were awake was akward, not really being able to process what had just happened.
jc. left to join jo. for food and a. and me went back to bed sleeping, cuddling and kissing for some hours. around 9pm we met up with jc. and jo. again, in order to say bye, since they were leaving to their hometowns again. a. was observing closely how i would say goodbye to jc. both of us felt akward and we just hugged each other in a very tentative way. what a shame that was. i still miss him from time to time and hope to see him again in summer this year.
that eventful day was the beginning of a.'s and mine situationship. over the course of the next weeks we would spend much time together. sleeping next to each other, sleeping with each other, kissing in the theatre, watching animated comedy series, eating junk food. in short: i was living a completly hedonist and lazy lifestyle, which for him seems to be just his everyday life. i did and do very much enjoy how a.'s body feels, how he kisses me, gropes me, is obsessed with me and uses me. but i am also extremly disgusted by his laziness, stupidity, dependentness on his mother, his many incapabilities of failing to be a responsible grown up, his non exisiting discipline, his loud ways, the noises he makes. the disgusting things he eats, his infantile way of thinking and debating... all of those things remind me too much of my own father.
i want somebody with dignity, with self respect, with discipline. somebody i can learn from. somebody i truly feel safe with and not just through them being able to physically overpower me and most people. somebody i can truly let myself go and not need to worry for once. somebody mature.
ironically, y. checks all of those boxes. it is only that his body type is completely the opposite of a.'s. y. barely is taller than me and i am certainly stronger than him. whereas i have absolutely no chance against a. he looks rather intimidating and is not a person who couldn't defend me. this fact yet again leads to him being even more gentle in fear of actually hurting me seriously. which i obviously do not like.
so yes, 2024 started wildly. my hopes for drama and excitement finally were satisfied. i was courages and it paid off. unfortunately getting to know a. throughout the past weeks made me lose all interest in him. okay, there might me some physical interest there still, but i will hopefully find substitute for that soon.