Chakotay: I was building up to calling you Katie one of these days.
Kathryn: That will never happen.
Kathryn: In fact, you’ve just lost Kathryn privileges.
Kathryn: From now on you can call me “Captain” or “Hey you”.
Chakotay: Oh come on, Kathryn…
Kathryn: ……
Chakotay: Oh come on, hey you…
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
why on earth doesn’t this have more notes
I actually had to do this once. She lived.
if you scroll past this on your dash you are absolutely heartless.
Reblog this!! This can save somebody’s life!
reblog.
help.
do not scroll down.
I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYONE SCROLLS PAST THIS WITHOUT REBLOGGING I WILL LITTERALLY FIND THEM AND GIVE THEM A LECTURE
may I just update this?
see the little thing that says help?
Don’t ever scroll past this post. FUCKING NEVER SCROLL PAST!!!
reposting here because this is important
Guys, save a life. I’m not even tagging this personal or whatnot. You need to know.
y’all remember that Moment™ in voyager when it’s just a shot of the closed doors of a turbolift and they open and captain kathryn janeway of the federation starship voyager is standing there flanked by two other crewmen and she’s holding this giant plasma gun and her face is cold as steel and she and the squad walk out of the turbolift and into the hallway ready to just DESTROY and it’s so synced and flawless??? i gain 10 years on my life every time
I offered 5-10 sentence fics as a favor in return for readers of my WIP doing me the favor of giving me some extra feedback, and, as mentioned when I filled mia-cooper’s prompt, I’ve never kept a fic to a short word count in my life, sooo… This is this for the inimitable @jhelenoftrek. It ended up blooming even farther over the supposed sentence count than Mia’s and became enough of a Thing that I put in on AO3, which I decided to roll with since Helen wrote me not one, but TWO, fics when I was sick/sad about being Left On The Wrong Side Of The River this spring. So she deserves much thanks for that as well! ❤
(And yes, I promise am still working on the actual WIP that started all this.)
Prompt: I don’t see nearly enough writing about Chakotay building things. Can you write something about him in a wood shop for me? Or making something with his hands?
content warnings: past battle/intense violence description; past major injury description; food mention
Fun Facts:
The Nechayev knitting joke is a bit of a mythology gag (let’s pretend I planned it that way rather than realizing the happy coincidence as I was already typing it out), since Natalija Nogulich is an IRL knitter!
Tomorrow today, June 24th, is, in fact, National Praline Day. Happy NPD!
This one is from/for @ailtara. 407 words. I’m not sure it’s exactly what she was looking
for, but it’s a start to build from.
I’ll likely continue this story, because I will never have enough words
for this episode.
For now, first person
to identify the ep gets to pick the next.
And if you can’t tell, then I’m either horrible at this, or you’ve never
actually seen Voyager.
He can taste the champagne on her lips. Intoxicating wisps of alcohol spill from her
breath.
Her cheek in his palm is warm and soft. Her arms wrap around him, dragging him closer
with each prolonged second until he is unsure where he ends and she
begins.
He is basking in their every movement, relishing the feel of
her supple skin as he presses his hand along her thigh. He memorizes every sigh that escapes her
love-drunk tongue.
Until.
Everything changes. The
lake grows dark, the boat ends its rhythmic swaying. The ground is hard beneath his knees.
Her lips are still.
He rushes, not to savor and enjoy them, but to breathe life
back into them. His hands are gripping
greedily, not to explore, but to claim her as his and chase away death. He is pressing on her now, moving life-blood
around already failed systems, forcing his own stale breath from her lungs. He shakes her and holds her and cries out for
only the wind to hear.
And then.
He is awake, hands clenched around fistfuls of sheets. He closes his eyes, leans back on his elbows and
tries to ignore the hollow wail of anguish ringing in his ears.
But he does not succeed.
The chronometer by his bedside assures him it is
sufficiently late. She will be asleep by
now, certainly. And it’s too early to
wake her. But he has to know which
reality he is living in.
As he dresses he makes peace with this inappropriate, but
extremely necessary, thing he is about to do.
He passes no one enroute to her quarters. Elicits no attention while he overrides her
door lock. Is silent as he steals into
her bedroom.
He watches as the covers rise and fall. She is just the right amount of peaceful.
Turning to leave, he sees the rose in a glass vase by her
bedside. He remembers how soft and
supple it was when he picked it for her.
He takes one single petal from the blossom.
Back in the appropriateness of his quarters he regards the
stolen treasure. It is delicate peach at
the edge bleeding down to deep rose and every shade in between that he knows
she blushed to. The same, fleshy
softness is weightless in his palm. A
similar, sweet smell is light in the air.
He rests.
Until it is time for her to breathe life into him once again.
Another note: Like many
of these drab-lets, this one started out way over word count and I couldn’t
imagine cutting it down. But I’m telling
you, fellow writer friends, crafting a story to a specific number is SUCH an
insanely awesome lesson. Please try it
with me sometime.
It has come to my attention that today is the birthday of atleast three people in the Voyager community!! Happy birthday to all of you fabulous ladies; I hope you got wonderful presents and ate tons of delicious food 🙂
And if it’s not your birthday, enjoy this clip anyway because it’s freaking hilarious.
(I thought I’d have a go at putting our favourite couple into embarrassing turbolift situations. It sort of slipped away from this slightly, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. This is for @jhelenoftrek for her birthday!)
The old voyager crew laughed at Tom and Harry’s tales of their turbolift escapades. The crew met up regularly now they were back on Earth and it was always a pleasure for them to catch up.
As the crew went their separate ways, Chakotay held his arm out to Kathryn, encouraging her to walk with him back to their jobs at HQ. It was always the part of the day they both looked forward to. Walking in comfortable silence, simply enjoying being together.
Since his ill-fated romance with Seven had ended a few months ago, the pair had slowly been growing closer. Neither wanted to rush things and so they were content to spend time together, have dinner and escort each other back to their places of work.
They stepped into the waiting ‘lift together and turned to face outwards. The doors closed and Kathryn stepped closer, her hand reaching for his. Chakotay smiled to himself and rubbed his thumb over the soft skin of her hand.
The lift slowed, announcing a new occupant about to enter. As the doors opened to reveal a stuffy old Admiral, Chakotay snapped his hand away and turned on Kathryn.
“How many times, Kathryn? I will not have sex with you! You need to stop this! The doctor was right! You’re a sex addict!” he exploded.
Kathryn gaped at him. The Admiral’s bushy eyebrows rocketed up into his receding hairline.
Chakotay stormed past him and down the corridor before bending over in fits of laughter.
Kathryn stood aghast, the colour rising up her neck and across her cheeks until she felt she could power a warp core for years.
The Admiral entered the lift and called for his required deck.
Kathryn stood fuming in silence, what the hell was Chakotay thinking? The earlier conversation with Paris and Kim was just starting to dawn on her, when the Admiral coughed politely and looked at her.
“I’ll have sex with you,” he announced, sweat beads forming on his forehead.
Kathryn gaped inelegantly. She quickly recovered herself, cursing Chakotay as she did.
“Thank you, but no,” she answered haughtily. Damn, Chakotay!
She was never more grateful to get out of a lift in her life. As she strode down the corridor, she cursed Chakotay and smacking her commbadge, she told him as much, incensed by his laughter that floated over the line. She then commed Tom and Harry, threatening to demote them both for their ridiculous stories.
As she sat behind her desk, she planned out her revenge.
It was several days later when they found themselves in a lift together again.
As the doors opened to admit a young woman, Kathryn turned to Chakotay, hands on hips.
“I’m flattered, Chakotay, but I don’t know how many times I can say it. I’m just not into those kinds of food kinks,” she said as loudly as she dared.
The young woman gaped at them.
“Oh, that’s right,” Chakotay smirked, his face showing no sign of embarrassment. “You’re more into Salamander sex! Silly me, I forgot! Don’t worry, I won’t ask again. I’m quite happy with my aubergine.”
The young woman gave Kathryn a filthy look and she felt herself flush a deep shade of red.
Damn it!
A few weeks passed and Kathryn was frustrated by her lack of chances at getting back at Chakotay. Whenever she tried, he was always too quick for her and managed to either embarrass her first, or respond with such a retort, that she ended up red faced and fuming.
She had to admit though, she was enjoying it.
It was early morning as Kathryn entered the lecture hall to hear the reverred Professor Ormskirk speak about his findings in the Beta Quadrant. She knew he would be here, he’d been talking about it for weeks. Towards the front, she spotted Chakotay already sat waiting and with a smile, slid into the seat next to him.
He greeted her happily, delighted that she had decided to join him on her day off work.
They chatted softly to each other over their week so far, the weather, the crew, until Kathryn spotted an opportunity. Sat in front of them was an elderly, balding man, sat with his friend, they were chatting away with excitement about what the Professor might cover in his talk.
Kathryn suddenly leant forward and kissed the man soundly on his balding head. She snapped back quickly into her seat, before the man or Chakotay reacted. He turned around and Kathryn adopted a shocked look at Chakotay.
“Chakotay! I am so sorry, sir, I don’t know what came over my friend! He must really like you!” Kathryn said, whilst Chakotay sat in stunned silence. The soft tint of embarrassment began to colour his bronze skin. He gaped in horror at the man, who scowled at them, before turning back round, grumbling under his breath to his friend.
Kathryn collapsed over in laughter and even Chakotay found himself laughing too, thankful the man hadn’t punched him in the face.
They sat together, shoulders shaking with silent laughter throughout the entire speech. The man in front kept casting glances back at them, which set them off again, until tears poured down their faces.
As the talk ended, Kathryn bent over to collect her bag from the floor, when Chakotay shot up onto his feet.
“Kathryn! Please stop groping me! It’s so inappropriate! Seven years I have put up with it! But, no more! I’ll have to report you to your probation officer!” he exclaimed loudly.
Kathryn sat slowly upright as every face turned to look at her. Her eyes level with his crotch, she had to admit this looked bad! She felt the embarrassed flush spread across her cheeks as Chakotay turned and stormed away.
The silence in the room was deafening as she got up, and with as much dignity as she could muster, made her way out of the auditorium, every eye following her as she did.
Chakotay was stood waiting for her, outside the auditorium, eyes sparkling. She gave him a playful shove before they dissolved into more fits of laughter.
Once they recovered themselves, Kathryn held up her hands, “Alright, Commander, you win! You are far better at this than me!”
Chakotay laughed and shook his head, “I think you gave fair game.”
“Did you even hear any of that talk?” Kathryn asked.
“Hardly any!” Chakotay admitted, eyes still full of mirth. “I was too busy trying to plan my revenge! Plus, there was a Bolian man to my left who kept giving me a strange look.”
Kathryn laughed, “I’m sorry for spoiling it,” she said.
“Oh, no! I had a great time with you,” Chakotay replied quickly, his eyes filled with something she dare not hope to name.
“Do you fancy going for some lunch?” Kathryn asked, hoping he would agree.
“That….” Chakotay began.
“Excuse me?” They were interrupted by a voice behind them. Turning round they came face to face with an eager looking Bolian. “I couldn’t help but overhear you both in the auditorium, if you ever fancy……a bit of saucy group fun, we have a small, select group, who meet each week and we would love two excellent examples of humans like yourselves to join. If you don’t mind me saying, you both look and sound like the sort of people we would love to meet. I think you’d be a hit, especially with the older members!”
Chakotay looked at Kathryn and they both smirked. Kathryn, tried to straighten out her face and said, with as much dignity as possible, “Thank you, for that…..extremely generous offer, but we are not looking to…..expand our horizons just yet”
Next to her, Chakotay snorted and quickly managed to cover it with a cough.
“Well if you change your mind…..we meet every Tuesday, Halem Halls.” The Bolian whispered conspiratorially.
“We…..will keep you in mind!” Kathryn managed to choke out as Chakotay let out a strangled whimper next to her.
The man nodded to them, casting an appreciative glance over Chakotay. Kathryn had to turn away. They watched the man walk off down the corridor before exploding in laughter. Chakotay held out his arm to her and as they entered the nearby turbolift, all that could be heard was their hysterical laughter.
OMG @ricepips, lmao! I can only hope they would loosen up this much after returning home! Thank you 🙂
[It really bugs me how often people addressed Captain Janeway as “ma’am” in Voyager, given that she expressly said that she preferred to be addressed as “Captain” over “sir” or “ma’am” VERY early on. ]
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