Hello, I'm Kat. Telly trash. This blog is likely to contain Doctor Who, Star Trek, and other TV. Currently watching BBC Ghosts on repeat. Genderfluid 🏳️🌈
honestly one of my favorite things about fanfic is when you can see the canon influences come out in really subtle ways. like a canon line thats mentioned once as a throwaway is suddenly the entire premise for a fic or it influences the characterization or something. its just so cool to see how people weave their ideas around a source material, especially if its not a detail i'd thought about before
we don't actually need gender markers on our licenses and whatnot. we could just. do away with those entirely. i do not believe this would lead disaster.
I have just posted Chapter 2 of Between The Lines on Ao3, but here's a little missing moment, just in case you were wondering what The Captain was up to...
JAMES
James meets Kitty at the gym every Wednesday at 11:00. He need not have worried about them drifting apart after her retirement.
This plan to work out together once a week had been a distinct motivation during his recovery from knee surgery.
Kitty and Pat had rallied around him, driven him to follow up appointments and Physical Therapy. He had been rather touched by their care, truth be told. But he’d longed to get Kitty off his sofa, watching endless episodes of Is It Cake?, and back into the familiar environment of the gym.
They planned workouts that were adaptable to them both, spotted each other, encouraged each other to push. It was most agreeable.
James is pleased when Kitty appears next to him at the lockers a full 5 minutes before they're due to get started. Kitty has been known to almost entirely abandon the concept of time now that she is no longer training.
She starts taking off her jewellery and accessories, and setting them carefully in a locker.
“What do you make of this?” James hands her the printouts that Havers gave him at their meeting. He’s highlighted Havers' times in green. “S13 Para-swimmer, male.”
“Oh, is this the man you met at the Cafe?” Kitty’s eyes are alight with curiosity.
“What did Alison tell you?” He blurts.
Kitty frowns at him then, clearly a touch confused. “That you met a man. At the café.” She says simply.
James harrumphs, in an attempt to regain a little composure. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
“He’s been competing against fully sighted swimmers?" she asks.
"Yes."
“Looks like he embarrassed them in the backstroke." She hands the paper back to James and returns her attention to her pre-workout routine, slipping on pink lifting gloves and pulling out a bedazzled water bottle.
“That's what I thought.” James agrees, smiling to himself. A ridiculous bloom of pride bursting in his chest despite having done absolutely nothing.
“Do you fancy him?” Kitty asks, as casually as if she were asking if it was raining out.
"Good Lord, no, I mean—it's not—it's a professional relationship, thank you very much!" James huffs.
Where would Kitty have come up with such a notion? “What did Alison tell you?”
“Oh. Nothing, it was just something Thomas said.”
“Thomas?” Was he even at the café on Monday morning? Stupid question, Thomas is always at the café. “Well, you know what his imagination is like.”
planning my fic in a normal way. 1) what incredibly indulgent scene do I want to write next? 2) what connective tissue do I have to set up between indulgent scenes to get us there?
what they don’t tell you about online relationships is how easy it is to ruin them by simply having nothing to say. i like you so much but i don’t know how to hang out with you in silence. i don’t know how to text like a person so now you think i hate you. aaaaaaaaa
This is a major issue I've found with online relationships. Ironically, despite actually meeting people IRL being more difficult, hanging out IRL is so much easier, since you can just sit with someone and vibe whereas if you're on the phone then you're just sitting in silence with the magic slab.