Meanderings
Borrowing Victorian porn periodicals, children’s stories, and books on equine bestiality from the library will probably get you on a government watchlist.

lolmythesis:

Literature, Colorado State University

Taming Ginger: Unruly Femininity in Anna Sewell’s Black Beauty

I want to read this dissertation.

electricsed:

sportula:

I love how on the Enterprise everyone uses the holodeck for good, wholesome activities like riding horses or pretending to be Sherlock Holmes or doing Tai Chi…

…and then on Deep Space Nine they’re like NO THE HOLOSUITES ARE DEFINITELY FOR SEX. And maybe sometimes baseball BUT MOSTLY SEX. 

Reblogging in case anyone ever wonders why DS9 is my favorite of the Trek series.

And Next Gen is my favorite because the holodeck was free to the whole crew and thus used for a wide range of activities (left out from the above list are Riker macking on a brunette, Riker and Troi looking at Risa - I’m sure that ended super chastely, and Worf’s fight/rough sex with the mother of his child) instead of being focused on more as a virtual brothel. 

Also the biggest thing DS9 did with the holodeck was hang out with a lounge singer, including an entire episode where he was roommates with a Ferengi who needed therapy after suffering a severe war injury.  Yeah, that sounds super sexy.
Honestly all I’m saying is that this list is really incomplete.

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Firefly Headcanon

seananmcguire:

animatedamerican:

villainny:

Zoe and Wash, while deeply forever ridiculously in love, are not drift compatible.

Zoe and Mal are drift compatible.

Kaylee and Wash are drift compatible, and they have the best piloted, sweetest running jaeger ever been seen in the ‘verse - the best piloted, sweetest running jaeger ever to run away from a kaiju.

SECONDED

(also, the sudden thought of River Tam in a jaeger is rutting terrifying)

She hung from the ceiling, a perfect, motionless sculpture of a girl in the process of becoming a fruitbat.  Simon glanced up at her periodically, both checking that she was still present, and reassuring himself that the grind of the machines overhead would keep her from hearing what he had to say.  It wasn’t that he was keeping secrets from her; River knew everything about her condition, sometimes more than he did.  It was that she didn’t like being talked about, and he respected that.

"They weren’t trying to unlock psychic powers or anything like that, no matter what the rumors say," he said, his voice shaking slightly.  Kaylee shifted her weight from foot to foot, disturbed by that tremor in his words.  Simon Tam was the best K-scientist she’d ever worked with.  For him to sound scared…

"Those people, those monsters…" Simon paused to take a deep breath, relaxing a little at the taste of oil on his tongue.  Enough time spent with Kaylee had turned grime into perfume.  "They were trying to set up a neural bridge inside a single mind.  They wanted to do away with the need for drift compatibility, and privatize the Pilots.  Imagine being able to market Jaegers for domestic and commercial use, because you only needed one Pilot, and that Pilot was so doped and dependent that they could never leave you."

"That’s horrific," whispered Kaylee.  "They…they messed up her brain tryin’ to do something as can’t be done?"

"Oh, it can be done," said Simon grimly.  "They succeeded.

"My sister is in constant Drift with herself."

Seanan writes the best fanfic.  :)

onetobeamup:

sheereleganceinitssimplicity:

A collection of lamamama's awesome Avatar the Last Airbender - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine crossover

Featuring the adult gaang:

Toph - Terran; Security officer

Sokka - Bajoran; Science officer

Aang - Joined Trill (with unusual markings); Captain

Katara - Bajoran; Chief medical officer

Zuko - Klingon: Must. Regain. HONOR!

Iroh - Klingon; Really likes prune juice (or bloodwine, I can’t tell)

Bonus TOS Sokka - From the Trials and Tribble-ations episode (no one can convince me otherwise)

yES PERFECT 

I love this.

bikiniarmorbattledamage:

My OC Thala and I never understood why, if people are so damn determined to make every suit of armor sexy, don’t they take inspiration from Nose art.
Also available in full-frontal nudity and very NSFW.
- wincenworks

How’s this for a distraction technique? :D

bikiniarmorbattledamage:

My OC Thala and I never understood why, if people are so damn determined to make every suit of armor sexy, don’t they take inspiration from Nose art.

Also available in full-frontal nudity and very NSFW.

- wincenworks

How’s this for a distraction technique? :D

Toad Words

ursulavernon:

            Frogs fall out of my mouth when I talk. Toads, too.

            It used to be a problem.

            There was an incident when I was young and cross and fed up with parental expectations. My sister, who is the Good One, has gold fall from her lips, and since I could not be her, I had to go a different way.

            So I got frogs. It happens.

            “You’ll grow into it,” the fairy godmother said. “Some curses have cloth-of-gold linings.” She considered this, and her finger drifted to her lower lip, the way it did when she was forgetting things. “Mind you, some curses just grind you down and leave you broken. Some blessings do that too, though. Hmm. What was I saying?”

            I spent a lot of time not talking. I got a slate and wrote things down. It was hard at first, but I hated to drop the frogs in the middle of the road. They got hit by cars, or dried out, miles away from their damp little homes.

            Toads were easier. Toads are tough. After awhile, I learned to feel when a word was a toad and not a frog. I could roll the word around on my tongue and get the flavor before I spoke it. Toad words were drier. Desiccated is a toad word. So is crisp and crisis and obligation. So are elegant and matchstick.

            Frog words were a bit more varied. Murky. Purple. Swinging. Jazz.

I practiced in the field behind the house, speaking words over and over, sending small creatures hopping into the evening.  I learned to speak some words as either toads or frogs. It’s all in the delivery.

            Love is a frog word, if spoken earnestly, and a toad word if spoken sarcastically. Frogs are not good at sarcasm.

            Toads are masters of it.

            I learned one day that the amphibians are going extinct all over the world, that some of them are vanishing. You go to ponds that should be full of frogs and find them silent. There are a hundred things responsible—fungus and pesticides and acid rain.

            When I heard this, I cried “What!?” so loudly that an adult African bullfrog fell from my lips and I had to catch it. It weighed as much as a small cat. I took it to the pet store and spun them a lie in writing about my cousin going off to college and leaving the frog behind.

            I brooded about frogs for weeks after that, and then eventually, I decided to do something about it.

            I cannot fix the things that kill them. It would take an army of fairy godmothers, and mine retired long ago. Now she goes on long cruises and spreads her wings out across the deck chairs.

            But I can make more.

            I had to get a field guide at first. It was a long process. Say a word and catch it, check the field marks. Most words turn to bronze frogs if I am not paying attention.

            Poison arrow frogs make my lips go numb. I can only do a few of those a day. I go through a lot of chapstick.  

            It is a holding action I am fighting, nothing more. I go to vernal pools and whisper sonnets that turn into wood frogs. I say the words squeak and squill and spring peepers skitter away into the trees. They begin singing almost the moment they emerge.

            I read long legal documents to a growing audience of Fowler’s toads, who blink their goggling eyes up at me. (I wish I could do salamanders. I would read Clive Barker novels aloud and seed the streams with efts and hellbenders. I would fly to Mexico and read love poems in another language to restore the axolotl. Alas, it’s frogs and toads and nothing more. We make do.)

            The woods behind my house are full of singing. The neighbors either learn to love it or move away.

            My sister—the one who speaks gold and diamonds—funds my travels. She speaks less than I do, but for me and my amphibian friends, she will vomit rubies and sapphires. I am grateful.

            I am practicing reading modernist revolutionary poetry aloud. My accent is atrocious. Still, a day will come when the Panamanian golden frog will tumble from my lips, and I will catch it and hold it, and whatever word I spoke, I’ll say again and again, until I stand at the center of a sea of yellow skins, and make from my curse at last a cloth of gold.

Terri Windling posted recently about the old fairy tale of frogs falling from a girl’s lips, and I started thinking about what I’d do if that happened to me, and…well…

I like that the sisters ended up working together.  What would you do with a curse of toads?