On this lovely Saturday morning I am writing some depressing father-son dynamics fic about Sarek and Spock because obviously.
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On this lovely Saturday morning I am writing some depressing father-son dynamics fic about Sarek and Spock because obviously.
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Spock comes home from the Vulcan Learning Center with a bruise.
me: wow, i really want to write. i just like being in these characters’ heads and exploring this canon
me: [scrolls through tumblr being miserable for 20 hours instead]
I have an idea for the saddest fic about Sarek and Michael but I have to wait until I catch up on Discovery to work on it so I just have to sit here being sad about it and no one can know why
"Sarek is five years old the first time he goes to Earth with his family." Sarek struggles to make sense of himself and his son, Spock.
So, I finished the Sarek fic. Is it in line with canon? Who even knows at this point. I’m real sure I made some kind of mistake either about him or Vulcans in general somewhere in there. But anyway, it’s about the Feelings, sorry to say.
Y’know, I’ve been able to write more Star Trek fanfiction lately because it occurred to me that the actual writers of the show care less about canon than I did. I was obsessed with getting ever piece of technology right, every part of the ship, every piece of alternate history. But like, fuck it, you know? I’ll do that when I’m writing my original stuff, but there’s no way to be 100% accurate for Star Trek fanfic. I don’t feel like that’s what most fanfic readers are looking for anyway.
And if you are a fanfic reader who will close the tab because I got some little thing wrong, like... I don’t care. It’s not like you were paying me, man. I care more about getting the characters right.
A certain someone is making it very difficult for me to get my writing done…
You know what keeps me up at night? Trying to figure out where McCoy got bourbon on Omicron Ceti III.