Okay, here is a thought after a very long sleepless night.
Sometimes when I read a fanfic or see an old art for Spirk, I feel like a person who is visiting old remains of an amazing ancient building - I mean, Spirk is alive and strong, but I really can't even imagine how it was back than is 70s? Or even in 2009 for me, because I missed all that too?
It's a very wierd feeling, really... I feel like a person who is mimicking old Greek sculptures or something
I’m sure someone who isn’t even born yet will feel the same if they come across your art 40 or 50 years from now. 🤗
Just a link in a wonderful fandom chain. And Hopefully Star Trek will never fade.❤️
Aww, that's actually really nice thought :)
So future Spirk fan, if you are reading this at your free University built in Space, in your fan-generated by free 3D printer Spirk shirt, watching a new ST story with amazing cast that includes real extraterrestrials in your holo-room, while munching on some tasty free food, that everyone in future can get easily, remember - thank you, don't forget to reblog :D
For me it’s thinking about Fics written in the 1970s. Thinking of that young woman/teen who poured her heart and soul into a Spirk story, had the confidence to submit it to a zine and got it published.
I just think about how she’s out there somewhere, 70yrs old!!! Just being a grandma and probably doesn’t even remember giving her gift to the world/fandom.
