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Imagine being so terminally straight that you can’t even recognize how insanely hot Kate Mulgrew is. This is how producers of 1995’s Star Trek Voyager do

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network suits: okay guys, you got your gay episode last season. we want to see dax being heterosexual in s5. any questions? robert hewitt wolfe, taking a long drag on an enormous blunt: what if she does erotic pottery with the woman who fucked her to death in her last life. is that allowed suits: what wolfe: the woman who fucked curzon to death is played by vanessa williams suits: wolfe: it’s set on the swimsuit planet

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Truly love the number of people I've met that have been like "Well I went to a Catholic school as a kid, which is to say I'm not Catholic" like damn Catholic schools really out here doing the exact opposite of missionary work.

#yep

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Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit

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Unsplash -  photography, illustration, & art

Pixabay - same as unsplash

Pexels - stock photos and videos

Getty Images - photography & illustration

Veceezy - vectors and clipart

Gumroad - photoshop brushes (and more)

StockSnap.io - stock photos

Canva - needs login but has lots of templates

Library of Congress - historical posters and photos

NASA - you guessed it

Creative Commons - all kinds of stuff, homie

Even Adobe has some free images

There are so many ways to make moodboards, bookcovers, and icons without plagiarizing! As artists, authors, and other creatives, we need to be especially careful not to use someone else’s work and pass it off as our own. 

Please add on if you know any more resources for free images <3

#moodboards #resources

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This thread is perfection.

NASA advertising "do you want to be an astronaut" to tumblr users surely means something. What have you found out there, NASA? What have you found that you believe tumblr users, specifically, are best equipped to handle?

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Just a bunch of Vulcans. Their ears are fun to draw.

#vulcans #star trek #spock #tuvok #t'pol #michael burnham #t'pau #surak #t'shanik #sarek #kov #mestral #vorik #t'pring

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Star Trek Bingo 2020: Vertical Prompt 5

FUCK OR DIE

Show: Enterprise

Words: 5,940

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): explicit sexual content

The Ex in Extra-Terrestrial

Mestral had known that this outcome was inevitable. His biological needs would always catch up with him, he had only hoped that it wouldn’t come to this, to her. It’s been three years since he last saw Maggie, now she was his only hope if he wanted to stay alive. He only wished she would not judge him too harshly.

Read it on AO3.

He had known that this day was going to come eventually. It was as inevitable as the rising and setting of the single sun on this world that he had called his home for three years. A part of him—highly illogical though it was—had hoped it would never come at all. Perhaps, he would get inexplicably lucky (strange how that word had worked its way into his vernacular through his prolonged Human exposure) and his biology would not be so predictable.

But Mestral could feel the thunder in his bones and the crawling across his skin. Where everything on this planet was once cool to discomfort, now it was all burning hot. The pon farr was upon him.

Mestral did his best to take care of his problem himself. He had undergone meticulous planning on how to best approach this particular and unfortunate biological inevitability. He purchased a sequestered cabin far away from any human towns, stocked up on all the food and comforts he could think he needed, and he had planned to hole himself up and meditate for as long as it took to break the rampant fever. He would turn his intent inward, he could destroy his cabin if he wished, but he was optimistic it would not come to that.

However carefully he planned, a single loose thread nagged at the back of his mind. What if he could not do it alone after all?

Keep reading

#brb sobbing #it's so good #mestral #Star Trek #Star Trek: Enterprise #Mestral x Maggie #st: ent

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April 5, 2063

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I've started listening to/watching The Shuttlepod Show and what I'm really learning from these episodes so far is that I know more Star Trek trivia than the people who were ON the show and that maybe I should get a life. 😅

#shuttlepod show #star trek #connor trinneer #dominic keating #star trek enterprise #st: ent #the shuttlepod show #shuttlepod one

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Excuse me. Ma'am. LORDT ABOVE WAS THAT HOT. Thank you for the sustenance you've given us this day, amen. 🙏🏼 Many blessings on your family.

The New Girl

I know it's been a while since I teased this one, but ooh boy, this was so fun to write! I haven't written about sexy space lizards in a while, so I hope everyone enjoys this niche lizard mans! Also, plz consider this an apology for being gone so much recently! I love you all! 💖

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Boheeka (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Cardassian/Human sex, allusions to sex work, cock warming, mentions of lingerie, neck kisses, fingering, dirty talk, public teasing, risk of being caught.

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The usual hustle and bustle greeted me when I arrived at Quark’s for my shift at the Dabo table. A Cardassian ship had docked earlier for repairs, so the place was positively swarming with officers who were desperately in need of a little recreation.

I'd barely clocked in and stepped out onto the floor to start working when Quark’s hand landed gently on my shoulder. With a little wink, he gestured for me to turn around, and I found myself face-to-face with one of the new arrivals. Outside of the occasional ship, we didn’t get many Cardassian customers. I'd heard that before the Occupation ended, Cardassian officers were about all anyone ever saw, but this was the first I'd had the opportunity to interact with. Despite my lack of experience with their species, I'd observed them with the other Dabo girls, and this one seemed different...more jovial, somehow.

“Hartla doesn’t work here anymore, but this is one of my new girls. I think you’ll find her equally...riveting,” Quark said, and I flashed the Cardassian a warm smile. “Boheeka is an old friend. Take especially good care of him while I set up the holosuite, my dear.”

“Oh, I will,” I answered in my most seductive voice. He was actually quite handsome, this officer. He extended his hand to me, and I took it as he skimmed his eyes down the length of my body. Grateful that I'd chosen one of my most flattering dresses, I silently preened under his gaze. If Quark wanted me to entice him to lose a little more money at the Dabo table, I’d be more than happy to do so. Whispering in this man's ear seemed like it would be an absolute pleasure.

“Well, well...If I’d known such a beauty was working at Quark’s I’d have come back to Terok Nor a long time ago,” Boheeka said as he stepped closer to me. The Cardassian tilted my chin up so he was looking into my eyes. “I’d take the time to romance you properly, if I had more time on this station. As it is, however, I only have a week here. I promise I’ll make my haste worthwhile to you.”

Oh, he’d had that sort of an arrangement with one of the previous Dabo girls! Well, this certainly wasn’t in my contract, but...he was quite handsome. I knew there were a couple of the other girls who would fulfill illicit transactions like this, but until now I never had myself. After all, if Quark didn’t want Odo catching on, he couldn’t force us to accept. My contraceptive implant would at least come in handy tonight.

“I’m certain you will. Would you like to play a little Dabo first, or would you prefer to get straight down to business?” I asked letting my free hand rest on the textured surface of his armored chestplate. He let out a little laugh and looped my arm with his as he began to lead me toward the stairs to the second floor.

“Hartla and I knew each other quite well by the time the Occupation ended. I’d like to get to know you a little bit before we go further.” Boheeka walked with me toward a table in one of the darker back corners of the second level. Taking a seat, the Cardassian smiled up at me and patted his thigh invitingly. “No need to be shy, my dear. Sit with me.”

With a smirk, I draped myself across his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. One of his hands spread across my back, steadying me atop him. I didn't need any help staying balanced, but I certainly wasn't about to complain about a handsome man touching me.

“Yes, this is much cozier, isn’t it?”

"It is, Glinn." As I spoke, his free hand slid up my thigh, nudging the lower hem of my dress higher. Just when he was reaching dangerous territory, his fingers slipped beneath the fabric and discovered the lacy material of my panties. Stopping him from looking down, I grasped his chin and kissed the tip of his nose. "How long did you pay for?"

"Three hours to start. Why?"

"Because if you can guess what color my panties are, I'll give you an extra half an hour for free on your next visit." It was a gamble, of course, given how closely Quark guarded his profits, but I'd figure something out. The dirty grin that stretched his lips sent a pulse of heat directly between my legs.

"A tempting prospect, to be sure..." Trailing off, he caressed the lace where it stretched over my hip as if he was contemplating what color would look best on me. "How many guesses do I get?"

"I'm feeling generous, so you can have three." Boheeka nodded his head while his eyes wandered down my neck.

"I'm quite familiar with how Bajoran and Orion women select their undergarments, but a Human? Never," he said leaning in and pressing a slow line of gentle kisses from my shoulder to my jaw. "Hm...what about red? The color of a species blood is often equivalent to the one that signifies their passion."

I had to give it to him, that was a more intelligent guess than I'd anticipated.

"A logical choice, but no," I murmured as he nudged the fabric aside and brushed his fingertips over my dampness. An involuntary gasp escaped me at the contact. His strong, callused digits moved in unhurried strokes, seemingly savoring the feeling of the softness between my legs. Idly, I wondered how different Bajoran women were...what differences he was noticing between me and his memories of Hartla...

"Pink." It took a moment to drag my focus away from Boheeka's much-too-skilled fingers and process what he meant. Right. Lingerie. The game.

I knew that.

"Why pink?" I asked curiously, trying to tease him with a non-answer.

"I have noticed pink garments on several members of your species," he explained. His teeth grazed lightly over my collarbone, and I was forced to stifle a whimper. "It would probably clash with your dress, but you would look sensational all wrapped in pink. Hell, even if I'm wrong, I think I might buy you some pink lacy things the week is out."

"Is that so?" I gasped as he pressed two thick fingers slowly inside me. The Glinn hummed and brushed his lips against my ear.

"But if I do, you can only wear them for me." His whispered stipulation sent a shiver down my spine, but before I could respond, he adjusted me on his lap. His fingers slipped from within me, and the ridge of his clothed erection pressed deliciously against my aching center. "Can you do that for me, beautiful?"

I nodded my head, utterly lost for words. That smug Cardassian knew it, too. He knew what he was doing to me.

"Have you already become tongued-tied?" I stammered out a protest, but he just laughed into the crook of my neck. "Oh, I am going to enjoy ruining you."

Looking to regain some semblance of control over this interaction, I tugged him into a kiss, distracting him as my own hands wandered between us. He gasped against my lips when I unfastened his uniform pants, but he made no move to stop me.

"Last guess," I whispered, and he smirked.

"Such a devious lady." Boheeka's voice came out rougher than before, low and gravelly and deliciously sexy. "Hm...if I get it wrong, do I get a consolation prize?"

Lifting an eyebrow, I couldn't resist teasing him further.

"I suppose I could...keep your poor, hard Cho'Ch warm until the holosuite is ready–"

"Then, I surrender." He'd barely waited for me to finish my sentence. Suppressing a giggle at his eagerness, I adjusted my position on his lap.

Lowering myself onto his length, I bit my lip to keep myself from making any attention-drawing sounds. It was a struggle, though. Boheeka stretched me so fully that once he was in, my eyelids fluttered closed and my knuckles went a few shades paler as I gripped his shoulders.

"Oh, you are absolutely worth the high price," he murmured, leaning in and kissing slowly down my neck as though I was a delicacy. "Quark said you didn't usually take this sort of work..."

I shook my head, grateful for the distraction he was providing.

"No, but when I saw how handsome you were, I couldn't resist."

A low, raspy laugh spilled from his lips at my flirtatious statement, and he slid one of his hands beneath the hem of my dress, palming my ass.

"You don't need to work so hard. You've already made a sale, gorgeous."

"I'm just telling you the truth," I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with the hair on his nape. "Can't you tell? My panties are so wet that they're probably ruined, and it's all your fault."

He hummed low in his throat.

"Now, that I will happily take the blame for. Fuck, you're taking me so well..." I pulled back just far enough to connect my lips with Boheeka's, melting into him even as his length throbbed within me. Losing myself entirely in the Cardassian's kiss, I didn't even hear Quark's approaching footsteps.

"If you two want to take this somewhere more private, the holosuite is ready. I mean, if you want to risk getting caught by our resident shapeshifter, be my guests, but I'd much rather you–"

"Yes, yes, we're going. Aren't we, darling?" Boheeka asked, and I let out a dazed sound as I chased his lips. He chuckled at my enthusiasm and with a bit of subtle maneuvering, we managed to get up without making it too obvious that he'd just been buried deep within me.

To anyone else in the bar, we were just another couple walking hand-in-hand to the holosuite.

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Sheriff 40x50 cm, oil on canvas

I know Old West Dukat is what you secretly craved this Tuesday night.

(Best regards to Masters of the West, whose works inspired me to do THIS. Really. It was pure pleasure to paint).

Close-up under the cut

#star trek #ds9 #dukat #gul dukat #cardassian #cardassia #deep space nine #st:ds9 #star trek deep space nine #star trek ds9

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(To the tune of Our House) corn dog. In the middle there’s some meat

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The most underrated episode about Quark and Ofo is probably "His Way" in season 6 when Odo opens up to Quark about Kira and he says that Odo is cold rigid and remote.

Now that I think about it, Quark is the one person who truly gets Odo. All jokes and schemes aside, Quark is indeed the closest thing Odo has to a friend.

The episode also has a gem of a moment shared between Odo and Sisko. ❤️

#nog and sisko is SO good #quark and ezri is a close second tho #star trek #star trek deep space nine #ds9 #star trek deep space 9 #star trek ds9 #deep space nine

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Y'all, I'm on "These Are the Voyages" and I'm feeling so heartbroken that ENT is overrrrrr 😭😭😭

This is MY Roman Empire

#star trek #star trek enterprise #st: ent #these are the voyages

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Every Star Trek crew has their xenophile

TOS: Kirk

TNG: Riker

VOY: Harry Kim (not good at it)

But DS9 is the funniest cause it’s split between

A. Julian- horniest but least successful

B. Jadzia- sluttiest

C. Quark- gets the most game

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My cursed Star Trek headcannon: the Gorn and the Cardassians are distantly related