Mutants have been extinct since the Eugenics War. But then, Jim's the exception to everything.

Two hundred years ago the Winchesters stopped the apocalypse. Now, instead of getting into fights and running amok, eighteen year old Jim Kirk goes to live with his Auntie Sam and learns the family business. Four years later, an angel shows up.

Snippets from lives that Willow's activation spell (could have) irrevocably changed. Drabble collection.

Winona is called to fix the cock-up of the Yorktown's engines. She uses one of the science-bitches to help her do it.

"The Enterprise’s newest security officer reports aboard."

Three years after the events of The Fast and the Furious (but with spaceships!) Brian's happy with his new family and life. Until he bumps into the last people that he wants to see.

"His life's a fucking space opera. And not even the erotic type that airs on New HBO. No, it's the animated comic type where the captain goes splat against the wall every episode and the pointy-eared bastard quirks his pointy eyebrow and steps on the captain's flattened remains."

Jim has a couple different lies he likes to tell about how he got his Jolteon, depending on his audience.

It really does take a village to raise a Jim. The members of the Kelvin's crew watch over Jim as much as he lets them.

Spock was able, at any given moment, to understand at least 50% of whatever it was Montgomery Scott was doing at any given moment.

A collection of meta and tumblr musings on the headcanon that all other species in the galaxy think earthlings are impulsive weirdos with a penchant for destruction and weird talent for techno-space-magic BUT IN PODFIC FORM.

"Seriously. How does this not bother you," Alec said, staring at the mirror as he tugged the hem of his primary-colored overtunic into place.