#tlyn

[zestoflemon]

lower decks sketching!

[brunch-at-quarks]

shore leave with the science besties ft. sand moopsy

details and a lower-res version of my illustration for the 4th annual @startrekswimsuitspecial. go get a copy to see it in higher definition alongside a bunch of other great art/writing!

[gettheorion]

For those who suffer no fools. 💚

[tapiocaboy]

Third batch of goobers!!!!

These guys will engage in 45 days of continuous killing until one comes on top!

Btw try to guess who our secret goober is :3

[styxbugg]

The squad is posed up

[star-trekster]

KROG ON THE ROCKS TONIGHT

[blueboxbeagle]

Alright I’m wondering if anyone can fill me in on why people seem to hate shipping Boimler and T’Lyn together. For context, the idea of them winding up together popped in my head when I was trying to think of season five predictions and I had never ever heard of anyone shipping them before. Then tonight while surfing a different tag I fell down a rabbit hole of people complaining about the ship.

And I’m just really confused because I’ve only seen like one or two people ever ship them since I’ve gotten into the Lower Decks fandom. I get most of my fandom stuff on Tumblr, numbers vary between fandoms but for Lower Decks it’s like 99%. Also I tend to avoid arguments and drama so I know next to nothing about this.

So could somebody clue me in as to why the ship is so hated? I’m kinda like the idea of them together but I feel like I’m missing something given how hated it is.

[danshive]

More mildly suggestive Star Trek: Lower Decks fan fiction? How could this be?!

And by mildly suggestive, I do mean mild. This is tame as all heck, but I’m still putting it after the “keep reading” option because it could make someone’s monocle fly off regardless.

Anyway, after the “keep reading” is T’Lyn and her completely out of control thoughts about Mariner.

The Perfect Place for Mariner

T’Lyn laid back on her bed. She was off-center and looking at the open space to her left. She felt the space could be perfectly filled by a Beckett Mariner.

T’Lyn vigorously shook her head. This was nigh-imperceptible, but vigorous by Vulcan standards. She reminded herself that pining for a fellow officer’s perpetual company was illogical. However true it was that she had done a satisfactory job that day, there was no point in imagining Beckett wrapping an arm around her shoulder and letting her know she’d done a satisfactory job. She knew that already. It was fruitless to imagine her praise, her body pressed against hers, her brazenly petting her head, or caressing her cheek, or—

T’Lyn rolled to the center of the bed, face down, arms and legs splayed out. She noted that the position was tactically illogical, but it felt right in the moment. Perhaps that was logic enough. She made a concession to her lungs demanding oxygen by turning her head slightly towards the entrance to her room.

T’Lyn imagined the doors sliding open and Mariner wearing a nightgown on the other side. She would enter the room, door closing behind her as she walked towards the bed. Without saying a word—possibly because T’Lyn often couldn’t imagine what Mariner would say next—fantasy Mariner crawled into the bed and gently repositioned T’Lyn back to one side of it. T’Lyn kept her own movement minimal, instead allowing Mariner to handle her as much as was necessary or desired, the occasional illogical caress not gone unnoticed.

Once T’Lyn was settled, Mariner perfectly filled the space meant for her. After adjusting the covers, she placed a hand on T’Lyn’s cheek as they looked into each other’s eyes.

It was the last thing T’Lyn remembered before drifting off to sleep while still in an awkwardly splayed position. Tendi did her best before their next shift to massage T’Lyn’s neck and limbs back into functionality.