Yeah at least they were acceptable watching. Twilight is a festering boil on the swollen, pus-dripping infected anal sphincter of television broadcasting that ought to be lanced with as much speed as possible. Ideally with a .50 Barrett from a few feet away and blown, in pieces, back to whatever foul,rancid abyss it was first vomited from.
I didn't mean the movies specifically, re. trek. Any and all of it is good. Although IMO DS9 kinda sucks arse. And yeah, agreed, bones was one of my favourite characters in TOS, although spock is more so. And scotty was always pretty funny. I too grew up on a diet of star trek. And it reminds me of my ex fiancee (younger of the two of them, my soulmate, the girl I've missed like a lopped off bodypart for something close to 14-15 years. ) because she was one HELL of a trekker. Wrote fanfic, read some of it, although the HD it was on failed and I haven't anything to remember her by anymore, bar memories themselves, which will, I know, never, ever fade. Although even if I did have them I doubt I could post them without possibly violating the TOS of our host, they were....well....lets just say that at just into 14yo, she shouldn't even have known the WORDS to describe the things she wrote about in it. God damn...hell she shouldn't have known what those acts were, and it wasn't ME that taught HER, she'd been writing it since before I ever turned around, saw her, and found myself slammed into a tree with her tongue down my throat (for an classically autistic girl, you'd expect shy, especially at just about 14, no? well not my ex fiancee. I don't think 'shy' was a word she even knew, and if she did she certainly was not it, the love of my life, of all the many things she was, she, was NOT one of them. Not for a picosecond. If I'd tried (or for that matter had either the time or the inclination) to put up any resistance she'd probably have cooked me before she had me for her breakfast. And used a knife, fork and spoon. Possibly a melon baller knowing her.
But the trek fanfic she wrote...bloody christ. Her mind wasn't just IN the gutter, but had seemingly by means unbeknownst to me and at a time likewise, obtained one of those large rotary diamond-cutter drilling machines used in mining and for boring railway tunnels through cliffs and used it to burrow so far through and past the gutter in the UK that she hadn't far to go before getting close enough to the earth's core to make it hotter and turn the molten iron-nickel alloy down there into boiling vapor. Every bit of it she ever gave me the privilege of reading was the filthiest, dirtiest most kinky fucking shit I've ever seen. And I've read some pretty damn dirty things in my time. My ex's trek fanfic topped pretty much all of it. Some of the things she had going on between deanna troi and riker, are quite indescribable. (she seemed to have a 'thing' for troi too, which was kinda hawt. Not sure I'd have gone with a threesome with her and another girl, if she'd suggested it (well I say 'suggested' but with her, there really isn't very much in the way of suggestion. It tended to be more a case of 'this is going to happen, and your going to do it to me'. Chances are, if I hadn't, not that I ever wouldn't have wanted to in the first place, she'd have started looking for another tree
. Question is why, wouldn't I have gone for a threesome? because I wouldn't share her with anybody for anything. Hell no. Just give away half of my SOUL to somebody other than the rightful co-owner?? AFAIK souls aren't really the sort of thing you just give away in pieces to people casually
)
Pure, unmitigated , although well-written and definitely pretty damn hot FILTH was her speciality with trek fanfic. Particularly with deanna troi. Kinky bugger to be fucking sure
God...makes me remember more than ever, how much I miss her still, thinking back on her kinky trek fan-fic. Mad kinky classically autie girl, drop-dead sexy as hell and far from shy and retiring, she was a bloody rampaging tigress in soul, smart in mind and in body...well you could well nigh cook a roast beef dinner with all the trimmings with no more than a glance of her eyes, 'nuff said.
Even manages to sooth greatly the memory of the awful night I ate stinkhorn fungus egg stages and got sick as a dog as a result. I stayed up all night, reading a start trek encyclopaedia to occupy myself, because there was no way I could sleep, and being at my grandmother's, I couldn't get out of bed and head to the lab to occupy myself, only feel shitty and read. I was reading that trek book, and before that awful day me and my love parted our ways, she'd wanted to borrow that same book from me, and I wouldn't lend it to her, rather, I told her I wanted her to have it, I'm definitely a trekker alright, but she is even more so and I knew that gifting it her would bring her happiness, so I did. I should think she still has it to this very day; and hope that it is still bringing her joy and putting that pretty, sweet wee grin on that pretty face of hers. The mental association between that awful night, and her happiness, linked by the book shared between the two memories, one rotten, one good, makes even that rotten night of retching and throwing up and the rampant shits better because its also linked in an abstract sort of way with the love of my life being brought pleasure.
I wonder, she could be reading it this very moment, that wonderful smile spreading over her face. Makes me think of us lying on her bed, reading it together all snuggled up
(after all, I couldn't very well let her get cold now, could I. Wouldn't have been gentlemanly of me. And she was far too much of a sweetie to let me get all shivery either
), naughty autie that she is, and one special speshul girl.
Fuck, I miss her so much. I'd do almost anything to have another chance with her.
I bet by now, if we'd have kept together as we were meant to, that I'd have had not just wife, but lab partner too. That would have been so amazing, being arm in arm with her, one of us calibrating the hotplate/stirrers, plugging in the coolant flow lines to the condensers, greasing up the glassware joints whilst the other turning on the water pumps, readying the vacuum lines and starting not my projects, but OUR projects, together. Probably retiring every now and then to a safe distance to take off our gas masks, flip our blast-shields up over our heads and goggles out of the way to make out, before returning them to position and getting back to our latest inventions. To have a loved one as lab partner would be my idea of heaven. Especially a Kanner's cutie with a distinctly predatory outlook and not just a body, but an every last little tiny thing, to damn well die for.
A lover AND lab partner, that'd be heaven. And I just bet it'd have happened too, had we never parted. Makes everything ache inside just to think about it. I've never lost anything so dear to me in my life, not even the two times I've had to rebuild my entire lab from scratch after the filth destroyed two incarnations of it. Not even that. And coming from me, well you can probably figure out how much someone would have to mean to me for me to even THINK that let alone speak of it:(
