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30s fandom writer, they/them

✨️filth✨️
✨️body horror✨️

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hell0ntoast.bsky.social
over here at 2:50 am like
photo of a parchment paper covered sheet pan full of seasoned butternut squash, with bold white text reading "good luck, my children". there are two fall leaves themed towels hanging off the oven handle in the bottom of the picture.
November 17, 2025 at 10:54 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
tiktok shop read me filthy

;; you aren't -wrong-
a collage of items on tiktok shop, as an ad on instagram. the shop displays a series of star trek ships as keychains, various techwear and body armor, indigenous lanyard work in sunset colors (orange, yellow, sky blue, royal blue), and a welcome mat that depicts two cats and reads "don't let the cats out or the cops in". items are in six tiles, two per row, and there is a link to tiktok shop button on the bottom over a grey background.
November 17, 2025 at 9:53 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
might be a shite writer but i am proud of this line [+3 pure sap]
screenshot of text that reads in white: "I love you with every fiber of my being, with every breath and beat of my heart. I'll love you until there's nothing left of me, until we're nothing but whispers in the cosmic design."
November 5, 2025 at 11:41 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
clara would like to say that she, for one, did not come up with this idea.
a round calico cat with a flower costume/mask on looking quite disgruntled about the affair while lounging on a pink fluffy cat bed.
November 4, 2025 at 11:09 PM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
close up of a calico cat on a blue storage ottoman. the ottoman is frayed and there is bold white text that reads "the art" over it. vertical photo of a calico cat atop a frayed blue storage ottoman. the cat's eyes are lazily [or smugly] partway closed, and her paw is clutching the surface of the ottoman's edge. in white bold text over her are the words "the artist".
November 3, 2025 at 2:14 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
not the transporter buffer accident
snw m'benga uniform on a very pale person holding a red jello shot syringe. your cmo miiight have had a bit of a mishap. snw m'benga uniform on a pale person with teal and brown hair.
November 1, 2025 at 6:31 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
비
비

비 비 비 비비비빕삐비 ㅣ
granite counter in front of a wood floor of bowls of vegetables for bibimbap: zucchini, bean sprouts, spinach, gochujang.
October 30, 2025 at 6:27 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
going through my trek rewatch like
image of a calico kitten curled up with a paw clinging to a smiling brown, worn teddy bear. white text over the kitten reads "me" and the bear reads "pikespock hcs".
October 28, 2025 at 1:45 PM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
behold
a sunset over the ocean with a darkly shaded, rocky coastline in the foreground. there are four birds flying away in the distance near the horizon which is in varying shades of orange, periwinkle, a soft golden yellow, lavender and smokey sapphire. the deepest colors are from the clouds rolling in.
October 24, 2025 at 2:57 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
have this doofy no context meme reply i slapped together in two seconds
captain christopher pike on star trek discovery looking off screen with the corner of his mouth ticked up into what could be the beginning of a smile. yellow text reads "respectfully nop".
October 18, 2025 at 3:12 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
our potholders are so

gay
white potholders with tom of finland queer art in a tiled pattern in black on a warm hued granite countertop. in the background are some chrome kitchen appliances and containers.
October 9, 2025 at 7:57 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
ha ha very funny chris /s
“Captain,” Spock murmurs as they filed into a loose formation, crossing a threshold into a corridor that held far more natural beauty than the architectural wonder they’d just left behind. Chris offers him a look sidelong as they both match pace wordlessly, slowing enough for a few of the other members of the envoy to pass them. “What attributes does the D’harixhol rite of passage include?” This was Spock’s way of politely asking what the heck it is they were volunteered into. Chris, for his part, also wonders as much. He lets that thought show on his face, and Spock’s takes on the passive indifference as is his standard- but Chris is willing to bet hides some annoyance underneath. “The only attribute I know of is its mystery.” If stoic neutrality could phaser, Chris would have been a sure target. He smirks briefly, a bit of apology in his expression before he turns his attention back to where they are headed.
October 8, 2025 at 1:06 PM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
oopsie doodle
picture of a bumper sticker on a uc campus wall from 2017 reading: ANTI-FASCIST ZONE. Not safe for racists, neo-nazis, and white nationalists. image has a navy vignette.
September 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
u mean to tell me i can put discovery halfway into the mycelial [pizza] network?

ixkfkfkffjfj lmao
photo of a uss discovery shaped pizza cutter being held up in front of a table. text above image reads brand: star trek, star trek discovery crossfield starship metal pizza cutter wheel | premium houseware, stainless steel kitchen utensil | easy to cut and clean | 9 inches long. uss discovery pizza cutter slicing pizza in a rectangular pan on a counter. pizza cutter is held by someone wearing a cream colored sweater. there is a small stack of plates next to the pizza on the counter.
September 18, 2025 at 11:17 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
one of my favorites~
fuschia light on a black shirt and a silver necklace with saturn and a star.
September 16, 2025 at 9:14 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
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calico cat sprawled on a crosshatch white and gray rug under a fuschia light, its feet crossed over one another and eyes peering curiously at the camera.
September 16, 2025 at 9:07 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
let's try this again
some pikespock fluff
Thwack. The sound of the axe embedding into the bulkier, older tree stump that Chris’ neighbors use to chop wood is muted in the long yard by the endless blanket of white surrounding it. Chris exhales, the act causing a small cloud of condensation to blossom in front of him. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was steaming. Despite the chill of mid-afternoon under heavy cloud cover, Chris had been chopping wood for their fireplaces long enough to work up a sweat. His chest rises and falls rapidly while he catches his breath, peeling the henley he’d been wearing off over his head in an attempt to balance out his temperature. It only partially works. “Anaïs! Put those away and go help Naahsa with the gathering!” Andre’s voice rises over the yard from his position at the entrance to their barn, only sticking his head out long enough to ensure that his daughter was following directions. A small huff of amusement escapes Chris at the sight of her scrambling to chase after one of the dogs, who’d taken her attempt to rally him as an invitation to play. He turns away from the sight, henley still in hand. The greenhouse Chris approaches is in its second iteration, expanded since the last time he’d gone planetside. It’s probably a good thing, considering how little seemed to survive the harsh Montana winters. Bracing himself for a creaking that doesn’t occur, he inspects the door as it closes behind him, impressed. Somewhere in this place is his partner. It does not take long to locate Spock, one of only two other people inside the greenhouse, bent over a row of leafy, narrow plants. He nods solemnly, nimble gloved fingers working to pluck sprig after sprig of the stuff at a pace that suggests far more practice than he had time to achieve. A honeyed brown gaze turns to the elderly woman next to him, finely sculpted brow arcing high on his face. The moment stretches on as Chris distractedly puts a boot atop of one of the crates near the tool wall, leaning to rest his forearms atop his knee to watch. Then, Andre’s elderly mother breaks into a bright, boisterous laugh, the sound carrying. Whatever words they had exchanged is lost on Chris, whose lips pull into an endeared smile. Spock’s expression betrayed little, but Chris is willing to bet that when he turns his head back to the task before him there is just the tiniest quirk at the corner of his mouth. He admires the way that his shortly cropped hair juts out from the edge of his hat, a little longer than it had been when Spock had arrived at Chris’ door, curling around the lobe of a pointed ear otherwise carefully hidden beneath the woolen fabric. His posture is perfect when he straightens, basket in one hand while the other arm is offered to Naahsa for stability. They walk a few paces in the other direction, resettling farther down the line of planter boxes. Chris allows himself to be lulled by the moment, content to watch Spock collecting herbs for the evening’s dinner along with a selection for teas that they all would ultimately use through the season’s bend into thaw. He remains there for an unknown stretch of time, far and away from a chronometer or even the shy appearance of the winter sun. By chance- or perhaps he’d known Chris was there the whole time- Spock’s gaze lifts from the basket, over the countless rows of herbs to meet Chris’. He freezes, muscles tensing briefly as heat floods his face, caught. Spock’s lashes flutter, gaze turning towards the ground briefly before meeting Chris’ once again. Oh, he’s beautiful. A corresponding warmth blooms in Chris’ chest, filling his ribcage and making him want to cross the greenhouse to take Spock’s face between his hands. Spock eventually turns back to what he’d been doing. Chris draws the back of one arm across his forehead, wiping some of the sweat from it, finding it all the more noticeable as his body temperature balances out. He passes the henley to the other hand, resuming his admiration from afar. It lasts just long enough for Chris to get comfortable before a teasing call startles him from his reverie. “Aaaahaa nita’kaawa-!” Andre laughs, bringing in a couple of large bags of soil to set next to the tool wall. “You’ve got it bad.” Chris chuckles sheepishly, free hand raising to drag a palm across the back of his neck. A look is cast Spock’s way, finding him already looking this time. His smile spreads marginally while they regard one another from across the enclosed space. “Caught me,” Chris admits, straightening and finally turning to face Andre for a moment. “It’s a good look on you,” Andre grins, long braid slipping from the side of his shoulder to his back as he raises from his stooped position, the soil neatly arranged near a couple of other bags. “Yeah, well,” Chris bridges awkwardly, face burning once more. This is silly, he’s not a school aged boy with his first crush any longer. Somehow the thought doesn’t do anything towards abating the sensation. “Don’t stay out here too long like that, you’ll catch a cold.” Chis nods, reaching up and over his head to stretch some of his upper back muscles. He leans with it, holding the position for a handful of seconds and switching to the other arm.
September 12, 2025 at 9:38 PM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
y'all. Y'ALL.
Poster for Hubba Hubba Revue Star Trek Day Burlesque at DNA Lounge in SF [375 Eleventh St.] Monday September 8th. Event begins at 8 pm, $15-20 dollars, 18+. Image is of two performers dressed as Number One and Captain Pike. Tickets @ dnalounge.com.
September 6, 2025 at 1:10 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
sometimes u just gotta buy your homies sunflowers
an arrangement of sunflowers in a metal can that reads "california oranges" with an illustrated orange on a field in the background. also visable is a granite countertop.
September 5, 2025 at 7:46 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
be friends with me and you can have enlightening, intellectual conversations such as
discord screenshot of hell0ntoast's discord handle and pfp (of tulip from brutalizer) reading: 😭 😭 😭 sPOCK UHUHUHGHHH.
September 4, 2025 at 10:17 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
seeing an excerpt from the book star trek legacy just took me OUT

ugh pikespock feels
meme of a kitten crying tucked into a bed with a rilakkuma plushy that has a yellow night cap on.
September 4, 2025 at 5:44 AM
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the face of a cat who woke me up seconds before with projectile vomiting 🌺
calico cat with a white chest and bright green eyes giving the camera the most pathetic stare possible while sitting right in front of me on the bed.
September 3, 2025 at 1:46 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
behold
top-down view of a calico cat with bright green eyes sitting on a black bedspread. a set of bowls can be seen in the corner. she has one ear turned to better listen to the noise outside. cute little twerp.
August 29, 2025 at 2:08 AM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
meme of sad cat laying on the floor with a ghost of sad cat rising from itself.
August 21, 2025 at 2:54 PM
hell0ntoast.bsky.social
wow so today sure exists
have a cat
calico cat with green eyes laying across a blue storage ottoman with a printer behind it. wood flooring visible.
August 19, 2025 at 7:52 AM