You receive a lot of hate from us for the way you’ve handled (or mis-handled, or refrained from handling) our OTPs. But I recognize what you were secretly doing, and I’d like to take the unpopular position and say thank you.
I’m GLAD that Picard and Crusher never got together. Janeway and Chakotay. Garak and Bashir. Kirk and Spock. Jadzia and Kira. Janeway and Seven. Guinan and Q (oh, just me on that ship? Yikes). Icheb and Naomi. Data and Geordi… the list goes on.
You give us JUST enough metaphorical wood to build our ships, but then you never set them out to sail.
And some people hate you for it.
Some people mis-interpret this as you not caring about our beloved pairings – but I see the truth. You left the ships unguarded in the harbor, left them open for us to take the wheel and steer them off into the sunset.
Because we fucking do it better.
Star Trek is a science fiction show that’s quite openly aimed at a male audience. Bottom line… you could never give our OTPs the kind of ending they all so deserve. It actually horrifies me to think about what would have (realistically) been done with my OTP – Janeway and Chakotay. It certainly would be no where near the epic resolution that they always receive in my head, that after all the shit they went through they most certainly deserve. And if they HAD gotten together on the show? Well, I would have cried in joy and hugged a pillow and gone about my life feeling warm and fuzzy.
For a while.
But I wouldn’t still be talking about them almost two decades after “Resolutions”. Certainly wouldn’t still be reading or writing fan fiction – there would be no point; they’d have already been together. I wouldn’t love the show any less, in fact I might even love it MORE, but I wouldn’t be still declaring my allegiance to the ship, surrounded by a wide-reaching community of fellow devoted shipmates.
You give us an inch and we want a mile. (To the non-Americans out there…uh… you give us a centimeter and we want a kilometer?)
But I’d like to take the unpopular stance and say thank you, TPTB, for only giving us that inch… /centimeter.
Because of you, we’ve set our ships to sail in every direction imaginable. We’ve re-defined their stories, re-created the apex of their consummations time and time again and we’re STILL not tired of them!
THANK YOU for laying the groundwork for us, so we could release our inner artists and finish the stories the way we see fit. Thank you for creating them, but then handing them over to us. Thank you for entrusting us with their happily-ever-afters. Thank you for caring about them enough to let US handle the finer points of their relationships.
Because we do it better.
☝️ still true
As much as I would have love to see a J/C kiss, the fact that we have a blank slate for fanfic and the movies in my minds eye is kind of beautiful.
Days when getting out of bed seemed near impossible.
Days when having a shower was the biggest accomplishment of that week.
Days when I forgot how to love myself.
And days where the idea of dying was less frightening than the idea of living.
Or in my case: surviving.
I’ve been suffering with depression and anxiety now for the last five+ years. I dropped out of high school because of it. I quit my part time job because of it. I ceased doing the things I enjoyed doing because of it.
And I almost took my own life because of it.
The combination of depression and anxiety is life-threatening. After seeing over three different therapists, after attempting countless different medications, and spending a week in a psych ward– it’s safe to say I feel stuck.
In my body. In my mind. Depression has planted a seed in my brain that has been sucking out every desire, every dream, every ounce of passion I once had, and leaving me with nothing but fear and self-loathing.
At this point I’m desperate. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be writing this.
My dad has found a residential recovery center called Emergo Recovery which is based in Ontario, Canada and is only a 90 minute drive away from me. They take on a holistic approach, which is extremely different from the previous approaches I had been taking.
Their treatment requires you to stay there for at LEAST four weeks, though the average amount of time past patients have stayed has been six weeks.
This is not an inexpensive place. It costs almost six thousand dollars every week you are there, and only goes up in price after the four week mark.
This is a plea, in every way imaginable.
And if by some miracle, I were to raise any extra money– all of it would be donated to a charity that specializes in people who have been living with mental illness, and don’t have the means to get the help they so desperately need.
Everyone deserves a dose of sunshine in their life. Some just need a bigger dose than others.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. Whether you donate or not, it means the world to me.
And if you could reblog this, that would be incredible.
I will be reblogging this on here more than once. I will be tagging it with ‘signal boost’ and ‘gofundme’ if you would like to hide it from your dash.
I just wanted to reiterate that I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. This was a scary step for me to take, and I’m reblogging it here because I’ve reached a following of over 40,000 people and even a 1 dollar donation could make all the difference in the world to me.
But even if you can’t donate, I just want to thank you for taking the time to read this, and if you can, sharing this as well.
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