#the premise

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fellas, is it gauche to be excited as hell about one's own recently-published fic? wait, i don't care; this is my blog so here's some lore

part 4 :)

Okay, first of all, @reject-tiefling'S GOTDAMN ART I AM NEVER GONNA GET OVER IT (that will be its own post later today, actually, because I need to geek out about all the beautiful details)

But besides that... we're gonna get a smidge personal.

Like Jim, I am absolutely the bitch who will blast The Beatles and shake my booty while cleaning the kitchen. I used to be in a relationship with someone who was genuinely embarrassed by my goofy dancing - in public and in private. I remember one time when we walked through a mostly-empty lobby, "Can't Buy Me Love" came on, I involuntarily started singing and boogeying along, and they covered their face in sincere mortification. I internalized their shame-filled gaze; I literally cringed while writing Jim dancing. But writing Spock adoringly watching Jim dance honestly healed something inside me.

The 21st century Terran translation controversy chat was literally because I was like "they need an attempted sex scene, but they're not just gonna jump right into sex, they're gonna flirt first. how are they gonna flirt? oh yes, by being nerds." I would like the record to show that I wrote the implicit reference to Emily Wilson before all the kerfuffle about Nolan's Odyssey adaptation and her delicious takedown. My DMs with @thesarosperiod prove it.

And the small bit about Spock loving the changing shape of Jim's body… this will be its own post one day, but TL;DR I need the Trek fandom to get more normal about Jim's body. Against the distortions I see, I wanted to write a short but meaningful corrective: fatness is a part of the whole that is older Jim, whom Spock loves, and thus Spock loves his constituent parts, including his fatness.

Read the chapter and see the art at this link, then please gush with me about the gorgeous details Tiefling drew; I've been going feral for weeks wanting the world to see it!

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yeah

[priestofthepremise]

fellas, is it gauche to be excited as hell about one's own recently-published fic? wait, i don't care; this is my blog so here's some lore

part 3 :)

I joke to friends that when writing Jim and Spock, I give half my neuroses to Jim and half to Spock. And while I do think they're still well within character - Jim in-text of TOS often wants to Save the Day - goodness, do I relate to Jim's "wait but i want to be friends ): wait but why aren't they letting me help ): wait OH NO MY TRYING TO HELP MADE THINGS WORSE? D:" Pobrecito. I get it, Jim, I really do.

In the gorgeous server for @startrek-bookclub, someone had just bought a new book and said something like "I'm so used to the amazing smell of old books, I forgot that new books smell wonderful too!" And I went "hmhmhmhmhmmm sounds like something that everyone's favorite goopy space husbands would use as a Metaphor." That turned into the bookstore scene, which also served as a lovely place for Jim and T'Saan to connect, finally. Also, writing that setting was stimmy as hell. I fucking love a used bookstore.

The detail of a bookstore getting rid of the philosophy section to stop attracting philosophy bros is a literal thing that has happened at a real bookstore. I won't say where. But this fact lives rent-free in my head.

Said bookstore scene happens in chapter 3 of my fic!

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yeah

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hi hello friends and welcome to a new series i'm calling

fellas, is it gauche to be excited as hell about one's own recently-published fic? wait, i don't care; this is my blog so here's some lore

part 1 :)

For "When I'm Sixty-Four," I came up with a whole list of reclaimed slurs that queer Vulcans on Earth would use for themselves, because in my opinion, (part of) queer culture is taking stuff that was supposed to hurt us and being funny as fuck with it instead. (I have a strong suspicion that this is one of many aspects of queer culture that we owe to the Black and brown communities that birthed queer culture, for the record.) Many Vulcan slurs are based, fundamentally, on the idea "You Are Doing Your Assigned Gender Wrong Illogically." A few terms I drafted are ones that Vulcans wouldn't hear on their home planet, but that have been reclaimed slurs on Earth, and queer Vulcans found those so ridiculous that they back-translated them into Golic: slor-savas, meaning "sweet fruit," and vulalik, meaning "bent."

One of my beta readers commented on the paragraph introducing my queer Vulcan OC, T'Saan: "I love her already" and honestly, same. I'd come up with her as more of an NPC, a way to explore old married Kirk and Spock's dynamic, but oh my gosh did she capture my heart. She's a great deal more self-assured than I was at her age, but also still very young, with so much to learn. T'Saan is not based on me, to be clear - temperament-wise, I'm much more like Chatty Cathy Jim - but I definitely gave her some of my traits. Namely, this woman does Not Like Crowds. I used to feel like a Bad Queer for not being into all the events that are supposed to signify or celebrate queerness. I've tried to go, a few times, but found myself stressed and overwhelmed. (No, I was not yet aware that I'm autistic when I tried to go in the past.) T'Saan and I both would so much rather hang out with cats in the privacy of home.

ICYMI, the fic is linked below; I'd love to hear what people think!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/89254076/chapters/236992656

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I can never be them (old school 20th century fujos drawing zines full of photorealistic fanart)