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cloudemojisworld · 2 days

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Greetings all, I have no idea what I’m talking about!

I was raised on Star *Wars,* but have recently picked up a fixation on Star *Trek.*

I’ve seen the first few seasons of Strange New Worlds and all of Lower Decks.

That is the extent of my knowledge.

(I do intend to further this knowledge greatly, but this is where I’m at, now.)

I’ve comprised a list of questions, and thoughts, progressing from most genuine to most unhinged.

Do I expect or demand answers? No! Not at all, you may simply laugh as you wish.

Enjoy:

•How do stardates work.

Also can I have a calendar.

•WHAT is the mirror dimension. (I mean it’s obviously a bizarro alternate universe thing but STILL)

•I keep hearing about a guy named Bones. I’m pretty sure he’s Scottish. I know nothing about him other than I’m gonna love him

•I’ve yet to decipher if Spock is babygirl or mothering. It’s one of the two

•How did the Gorn build working spaceships. They’re literally the ravenous dog things from ghostbusters

•Why are the good guy ships pancakes

(I don’t know how the warp core works, I imagine it’s that shape for Project Manhattan type reasons, but that’s just a guess)

•What is different about Vulcan blood that makes it green. Jolly rancher coded species

•I know it’s for a good reason, but I feel like most actual aliens wouldn’t be humanoid. Our bodies are NOT efficient enough for this to be the default

•I’m like 94% sure that Klingons are Japan and Romulans are Russia. I know the original thing was made in the 60s, and given the general adversity those two countries had to USS ships, plastering your fictional advisories with those stereotypes seems like a pretty good way to appeal to US audiences.

•also Vulcans are house cats

(Sorce: triangle ears, generally seen as uncaring, can purr.)

[Counterpoint, yet to see a Vulcan intentionally knock a glass off a table]

•Can you guys tell that Spock is my favorite

•The one and only hard stance I will take is that if Christopher Pike isn’t bisexual then they’re wrong

(Evidence: I mean, look at him. Also straight men aren’t allowed to be that sassy)

•WHAT are sonic showers.

My thought process is this:

I know that Sonic means fast because Sonic Waves, and also that hedgehog. Do they just blast you with sonic sound waves???? I mean I doubt it, but what do I know-

That’d be super loud, though. You’d have to wear hearing protection, but what about the rest of the ship? Do they just have something at a frequency nobody can hear, and the grime just vibrates off of you?

Wiggle dirt??????

I HIGHLY doubt that’s even close, but I imagine the dramatic irony is worth my foolishness.

•Is there some alien teen out there making a “21st century earth aesthetic!” tutorial.

(“Save the planet” baseball cap, with 20’s feather. Marvel tee. Pettycaot under jean skirt. Knee high tango boots. Facemask.)

#star trek strange new worlds #spock #Pike #Im so new to this I don’t even know what a baby Star Trek nerd is called #Dwarf star? Maybe? If not then in should be #uss enterprise #Nerd alert #Star Trek #baby nerd #Seriously though what are stardates

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whirligig-girl · 2 months

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Question: Describe your OCs mirror universe counterpart?

(Mirror Guz, playing an electric accordion.) Hey listen. I'm an engineer. That means I solve problems. Not problems like "what is beauty?" because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. [phaser shots] / [photon torpedoes blasting] I solve practical problems. [horrible raygun sound effects, voices of a human screaming.] For instance: "How am I gonna stop some big mean terran communist from melting me a structurally superfluous new behind?" [electric arc zapping sound, mellanoid resistance fighter gurgling their last breath.] The answer: "use a gun." [clunking sounds of gun reloading; thunder claps; disruptor blasts. A vulcan vaporizes.] And if that doesn't work? Heh. [Subspace field coils energizing. A beam of green light outshines everything else in the view. Within seconds, the planet below is completely destroyed.] Use more gun. >:)

mirror Slamtha and mirror Guz were best friends growing up in the aftermath of the Zaldan-Mellanoid war, a conflict which only ended because the Zaldans were themselves finally conquered by the KCA. Guz and Slamtha were both going to join the United Mellanus Military--Guz would join the engineering corps as a weapons designer; having played too much with leftover explosives as a child for her own good had given her a military scholarship, and Slamtha would be a soldier. When the Mellanoids had reverse-engineered captured Zaldan starships and built their own warp drives, all that did was alert the KCA to their existence. The Klingon-Cardassian Alliance came to subjugate Mellanus. Guz betrayed her people and defected--how else was she to put her talents in the art of weapon design to good use? Slamtha stayed loyal and fought in the resistance. But one day, she was going to find Guz and make her pay.

#Eaurp Guz #Mirror Slamtha #Mirror Guz #Mirror Universe #Star Trek Mirror Universe #Star Trek #Slamtha #Slimegirl #Slimegirls #Villain #Evil slimegirl #cyborg slimegirl #cyborg #cyborg girl

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more-better-words · 1 month

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What's this? A kinda spicy thing? It's been a while!

A missing scene/addition to For the Duration - takes place after chapter 12

Trip returned to Endeavour from Vulcan thoughtful and sore. At least it was the good kind of sore, the kind that when his shoulders protested when he picked up his bag or when his abs ached when he bent over, he could remind himself he felt this way because he'd gotten to have a truly staggering amount of sex with the woman he loved more than anything in the galaxy.

And not the usual kind, either. This had been a special occasion.

He checked in briefly with Chen, but the real talk could wait until he was back on the clock. So he went back to his quarters to take a shower and unpack. He stiffly pulled off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. Bruises still encircled his wrists.

T'Pol had him pinned on the bed, her hands gripping his wrists. "My mate," she whispered, tears welling in her fever bright eyes. "Mine." The whisper became a growl, deep in her chest, and the sound sparked on something inside him, like flint on steel.

"Yes," he groaned. "God, T'Pol, yes." He was hers, he surrendered, she could do with him as she pleased, it was all he wanted, and he gazed up at her with desperate eyes, knowing that she knew.

She released his wrists, dragging her hands down his arms, over his shoulders, cupping his face between them. Her thumb brushed over his lips; he took it in his teeth, and she growled again.

He wouldn't be rolling up his sleeves in company for a few more days.

There were more finger marks on his shoulders and his biceps. Those weren't too out of the ordinary, actually, and he chuckled. It wasn't like rough sex had ever even really been his thing, necessarily, and honestly, sex with T'Pol wasn't rough - not in the traditional human understanding, anyway. It was just that she was physically strong, and sometimes, she couldn't help but leave marks.

In a way, he thought, those bruises and welts were a sign of her trust, that she felt safe enough to be vulnerable with him, to let herself go. She didn't feel like she had to hold herself back - she could just enjoy. She could just have fun. And she felt that safety with him. That was a hell of a thing. It was an honor, really.

And quite frankly, it was incredibly, ludicrously, brain-meltingly hot to know that he could get her to come like that. What were a few bruises in comparison to getting to see (getting to FEEL) her orgasm? She never seemed to believe him when he told her that. Maybe she would now.

Just above his hip bone, there was a blue-black bruise. He prodded at it, ever so gently.

She grabbed him, her hands at his waist, pulling him on top of her. But she wasn't paying any heed to where the edge of the couch was, and they rolled into the floor, oblivious of their destination. What mattered was he was still on top when they landed; his only thought was to that he needed be inside her again. He had to be - the alternative was unthinkable, unbearable. The only thing that could hurt them right now was distance between their bodies, even if they were only millimeters apart.

"More," she panted hoarsely. He nodded hard.

"More."

Because pon farr had been… Well, calling it 'intense' would be selling it short. It had been delirious, wild, uninhibited, and…free. He didn't know if it was the bleedover of their bond or if he'd just really gotten into the spirit of things, but he definitely hadn't bothered with higher thought in the middle of it all. His brain had taken a time out, and his body had belonged to her. They had belonged to each other, actually, in the most fundamental way possible. And it had been better than he could have possibly imagined.

He finished undressing, and as he turned for the shower, the sight of circular marks on the backs of his thighs, dark purple and red, caught the periphery of his vision. Where had those…?

"Harder," she gasped, the word both a demand and a plea. Her legs were tight around him, her heels digging into him as her hips bucked desperately, her breath ragged and hot in his ear -

Oh. Right.

He stood under the water, letting the heat loosen his sore muscles. He washed his hair and scrubbed down, but he'd have to be careful about his back, because -

Sweat stung the scratches on his back, but he didn't care. That faint discomfort was light years away; he was right on the edge, he was so close, he was crying out her name -

T'Pol had dressed those scratches before he left, looking at once proud and abashed. "You really left your mark this time," he'd said lightly, and her lips had twitched with good-humored embarrassment. "You always leave your mark," he'd added gently.

"As do you," she'd replied, taking his hand, kissing the inside of his bruised wrist. "Even if it is not visible."

He got out of the shower, toweling off his sore body before putting his wedding ring back on. He looked at it for a moment, turning it on his finger with his thumb. "My mate," he murmured to himself. Yeah, they left their mark on each other. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

#fic #trip x t'pol #star trek enterprise #cinnamon candy #(sorta)

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halloweenfrills · 4 months

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Into Love: A Star Trek Tale (part 1)

It's always love, isn't it?...

That human emotion that goes so deep it cuts to the core of every being, even one like me.

As I lie here asleep, my brain function the strongest it's ever been, it's love that's keeping everything firing. Although sometimes the bad memories take over the good ones, making them dance away as the pain love can cause rips me open all over again.

Those screams...

Poor, human, desperate screams.

The kind of screams love can cause.

I can't help but feel like I'm not supposed to be here, although I am. Experiment number 3725, Khan, a mix of human and alien genetics created in part by Arik Soong with a team of others in hopes of a superhuman race to aid in wars against anyone who opposes the Federation. I'm created to fight better, think better, to kill better, superior in all ways. That's what they're hoping for.

Currently experiments are ongoing, myself being chosen now to be in a human setting, on Earth, simply to see if I can exist among them, a tracker hidden under the skin in my neck monitoring my every reaction to the setting.

I should slouch more as opposed to the stiff posture I always used while among these carefree beings, mostly human, drinking and laughing and trying to forget their stress and woes in this bar. Shifting in my seat, I ran my finger along the glass of the beer bottle I kept close, watching the condensation gather under my finger, making my posture mirror what I was seeing around me.

It was too easy, reading everyone that was gathered in this bar. The bartender who just wanted the night to end, the couple who shouldn't be together because they each had a mate that was oblivious to the fact they were here, the man in the corner who was too anxious to speak to the woman across the room. And then there was her...

Love.

That is her name because that is what I call her.

Called her...

Call...?

No matter where I looked my eyes kept finding her, landing, observing the situation. Sometimes when she smiled, obviously out with a group of friends, the gesture didn't quite touch her eyes, a sadness lurking underneath that she was trying to keep hidden. It was probably due to the Vulcan sitting across from her, the male sitting almost as stiff as I was, something that would never return the affection she was so willingly wanting to give.

This time I picked up my bottle and took a drink, the bitter taste coating my tongue that I swallowed down. Was her drink bitter? Probably not, she's had two now which flushed her cheeks, making the crooked smattering of freckles dissappear into the redness. So human. So imperfect. Vulnerable.

But, every being in here was vulnerable to me, unaware, and too stupid to know what I was and what I could do.

She moved, getting up from her group of friends, my eyes catching a glimpse of her dark brown hair bouncing to the rhythm of her walking and I decided it was time for me to move too. No doubt they were tracking how my heart rate began an exciting uneven beat as my steps were slow in tracking where she went, a feeling of excitement coming to my senses.

Just outside the bathroom doors she was standing, shoulders slightly slumped, and I picked up on the sound of crying. I should say something... My lips parted, searching for words but she turned around, a bit of surprise coming across her sad expression, "Mm, sorry-", she apologizes and my hands raise as if to say it's okay. Being this close, shr smells sweet, maybe it's just the alcohol she had, but something tells me it's her. I wasn't sure what to do about the tears that were coming from her green eyes, seeing them streak down her flushed face. I still haven't spoke yet but because she was crying I thought it was a good idea to wrap my arms around her, to hug her, being careful of my own strength as if I was embracing glass. Almost immediately she began to push back, half stumbling away from me, this silent stranger who suddenly embraced her in the back of a bar.

I let her go, my arms already feeling empty as she looked up at me, confused, drink clouding her mind while I watched her stare through her tears. "I'm sorry-I don't know why...", I began my own apology, "You look like you need saving." I was right, I saw that sadness, I saw this raw human emotion right in front of me now, and I saw how she longed for the Vulcan male.

Watching her lips part, I made no move to leave the moment and neither did she. "You're right.", she finally says, shaking her own head at her admittance, almost chuckling at it, how pathetic it seemed.

"I can save you.", I offer, coming closer, close enough to feel her human warmth, to know how soft her skin would be. This wasn't what I was designed for, this tenderness, but I was falling in love at first sight, a human phrase I find to be true.

She blinked, the last of her tears falling down her cheeks as she closed the space between us, getting on her toes as she pressed her lips to mine. Feeling her kiss me awoken something, our arms now reaching to pull us together as we kissed as strangers, my arms holding her drunken body to mine.

It was now that I discovered another way I was genetically superior, even designed to fuck better, the tracker picking up the rhythm of my accelerated heart as I gave into that male need and desire to claim something as my own and I choose her. I choose Love.

That night in her bed as we connected, my hands careful yet leaving greedy red splotches on her skin everywhere I grabbed, I felt like this was were I belonged, inside of her, making her feel every human pleasure she could experience. I watched in fascination as she fell over the edge, panting and begging for more as I felt myself chasing my own pleasure, over and over inside of her. That's how we spent the night, tangled together in human passion.

That night, myself, Khan, experiment number 3725, I found love.

#halloween frills #star trek #star trek fanfiction #khan #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch fanfic #star trek into darkness #Spotify

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dduane · 2 years

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I've come across a copy of Spock's World and I'm quite enjoying it. I have the intense feeling that Vulcans would make great wizards.

It's possible they do.

...After all, Dark Mirror contains a reference to something that sounds a whole lot like the Song of the Twelve. Which leaves us with one of a number of possibilities:

The Star Trek universe (or at least that one) contains the Young Wizards universe:

The YW universe contains the Star Trek universe*:

Both of the above.

...Of course we would then have to refine this set of propositions to make it clear whether we were speaking strictly in the literary/licensure/IP sense, the multiversal sense, or both. Fortunately the multiversal sense of "containment" allows for what would be thought of in wizardly terms as the "multiply-inclusive pleroma" structural paradigm, in which two [or more] sheaves of universes, or even two or more khiliocosms, may mutually include one another. (Even in just three dimensions there are topological variations on this theme, in knot theory and the various kinds of topologies involving toruses and spheres—so that paradoxically, one solid that appears to be contained by another can also legally be viewed as containing its container (by simply viewing the curvature of the container from the other side). This gets more complicated when four-dimensions-and-up spaces are involved, but only trivially so.*)

Anyway: there's no telling for sure what kind of wizards Vulcans would make, but you'd expect them at least to be competent, and that their spells would always balance. ...But at the moment I don't think I'll go chasing Paramount for a second opinion. :)

(And thanks for the nice words about Spock’s World!)

*And why not? Because canonically it already contains the Star Wars universe.

**Honest. :)

#Young Wizards #Young Wizards Meta #Star Trek #Star Wars

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hakka84 · 8 months

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Meta: (half)Vulcan's temperature

@jennelikejennay interesting meta reminded me that I never shared here on Tumblr the meta I wrote about Spock's temperature back in 2011. So here it is. Copy/pasted from Livejournal.

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To be hot or not to be hot? This is the question.

Ok, I'll be serious: your host here has finally found the answer to one of the most controversial things in the Star Trek K/S fandom: Is Spock's temperature higher than a human's? The answer is in TOS so I'll play with pure canon here: no need to read books or such but just watching closely the series itself. I'm sure I'm not the first one to notice but... hey, repeating doesn't hurt, especially when people keep going on about Star Fleet Medical Reference Manual being not canon.

Evidence n°1: Dagger of the Mind

Spock isn't seen near a monitor's biobed except as witness of Van Gelder's apparent craziness. But let's take a good look to the values in the monitors when Van Gelder is on the biobed. Don't mind the actual arrows, as the human isn't really healthy at the moment, but look at the values' scale: we can disregard all the others as we don't need them. Take a look at the brain's waves if you like but save only the temp, the first one on the left.

On my dvd player on tv this work was easier because of an useful zooming function but, thanks to the power of aleniakalain's dvd, I hope this cap will work for you too: I'll help you.

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Evidence n°2: Naked time.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Joe Tormolen's readings, just to see how a healthy human reads.

Let's have a better look at the readings

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Evidence n°3: Naked time

Spock is healthy, Bones makes us sure of that. By the way, how hot is Nimoy in the black undershirt? Let's take a look at the readings. Bear in mind that these are Spock's average readings, when he's not influenced or under disease.

As you may see quite well, Spock's reading of temperature is quite under the green line, somewhere between 33 and 34°. At a rough guess the double arrows are marking 33.7/8. Spock's brain waves are far above the average.

So… canon speaks: Vulcans (and Spock) are colder than humans and Bones line about "that green ice-water you call blood" isn't a pipe dream.

There are two others times where we can see a Vulcan's reading but they can't be taken into account because in both of them the Vulcan wasn't really health.

Mirror, Mirror: Mirror Spock is, to Bones words, “dying” and all the lines are fucked up: I keep the brains waves as base and when these change too much then I consider the readings null for this little essay.

Journey to Babel: Sarek's readings. His temperature is higher than Spock's but he is under surgeon and all his readings are scrambled. Again, I can't really consider them reliable.

Anyway, canon says quite clearly that Spock isn't hot but cold. We're speaking of two C°, nothing excessive, but that’s it. It may have no biological foundations and you may say it has no sense at all: I can agree. However, Star Trek (TOS, in this case) made us quite used to biological nonsense. If a brain can be removed from its rightful body to then be put there again without any damage, if androids can be infused with a human's "pattern", if one's soul can be transferred in lightning globes (and so on), then we cannot really be squeamish on a simple change of temperature, right?

I know this sounds like a minor thing but since I've read that bit about Vulcan's temperature on Memory Alpha[memory-alpha.org/wiki/Vulcan#Medical_conditions] I have been curious to know why many people insisted on still writing Spock as "hotter". The old school is quite frankly excused as they had no captures to work on (later it came VHS but really, you can't read tiny bits on a recorded video). Recently I raised a geek discussion about it on Deviant Art and I've been quite puzzled by the replies (being cooler not biologically explainable, the book being written without scientific basis and all). They all had their reasons and they weren't just saying "it's this because I want it!" - hell, that's what I love about this fandom: things are discussed! - but I entered one of my stubborn mode... and I can be quite stubborn if I want to.

Then aleniakalain came to my house and brought the dvds... when watching naked time I jumped from the couch (killing her in the process), almost hit my head on the screen (blame the carpet) and zoomed until I found the answer. Then I searched a better view of the monitor for better reference and so on.

This's the result of half an hour spent with aleniakalain searching the right captures! Hope that helps clearing the issue!

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Addition n°1: What this makes of us K/S shippers

verizonhorizon's comment reminded me that, originally back in January when I got home from vacation with my First Officeraleniakalain, I wanted to add my two cents about what happens to K/S bed scenes.

Ok, we have Spock who's colder - a little bit - and we have a room hotter than usually - for keep Spock warm because we don't want for our favorite half-Vulcan to have his pointed cute ears drop off. We have also a cute quilt with a little Enterprises' pattern, because our Vulcan likes to sleep under blankets. Logically our hot Captain Sexypant would die in a pool of sweat, right? But, what if perhaps Spock, being cooler, helps our snuggle-ish Jim from feeling like during a sauna session? Hugging Spock could give him the little cold he needs to feel right even in a warm room and under a blanket (even if I'm sure he ends up out of said blankets in the middle of the night).

Basically when Spock is made hotter we have a snuggle-ish Jim with his personal warmer while Spock endured having cold feet and a... well, cooler against himself. We just turned this upside down and is now Jim who has to be the man with the woman's cold feet and hands against his body in automatic search for warmth. XD

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Addition n°2: Does this make sense? Again verizonhorizon, who points out that has no sense having a cooling system overworking to keep blood cold in a hot room (well, not these same words... :P). This makes me think, and it's probably the only issue that is still unclear in this matter. As far as I remember (and my mind has more holes than Gruyere cheese), in the series (TOS) nobody says Vulcans need higher temperatures. We know they live on a desert planet and the climate is freaking hot when Kirk jumps on the Kal-if-ee wagon. But, if we keep the desert reference, usually during night the temperature considerably drops. Perhaps the only logical explanation could be found seeing how desert animals' inner system work. Off course I'm not speaking about scorpions or snakes, but mammals like meerkats, foxes and such. This may start a great discussion! Unfortunately, I'm not expert enough to examine datas about these animals... anyway I can provide what I found.

Meerkats have a temperature similar to humans' (36.3ºC / 97.3ºF). They have an efficient ability to regulate temperature and, living in such harsh climate, they have a lower metabolic rate than their cousins living in other parts of the world, allowing them to live with less water and food. Their oxygen consumption is 42% below the value expected from body mass (Vulcan has a thinner atmosphere than Earth - if I remember right - but at least I'm sure there is less oxygen there and Kirk has difficulties to breath right).

Fennex foxes have a temperature of 38.2˚C (100.8˚F), but they are typically nocturne animals and during the day they live in deep dens under the sand to protect themselves from hot climate of desert's day. They are also provided with large ears (*coff coff* Spock?) to dissipate heat.

Camels vary between 34°C to more than 40°C, depending of how much they can dissipate the heat through evaporation. If they have free access to water they tend to have lower temperatures.

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Addition n°3: Cold or hot? Both? alliegator as an interesting hypothesis. I'm quoting her, because there's not need for me to elaborate.

"I'm no biologist, but it is my personal head canon that Vulcans are both hotter AND colder than humans. My science-fictiony, pseudo-xenobiology reasoning that would actually fit with the above source: Vulcans have a normal core body temperature (91 F) lower than humans (98.6 F). Humans lose heat through their skin and extremities, so the surface of the skin can be much cooler than the core temp. Now I see Vulcans with their fast pulse as having a very efficient body heat regulation system, so possibly their surface skin temperature is much closer to their core temperature.

"So, theoretically, if a Human (98 F core temp) were to walk up to a Vulcan (91 F core temp) and touch them, to the Human (estimate 80 F hand skin temp) the Vulcan (estimate 87 F hand skin temp) would feel warm. Even though the Vulcan's core temp is lower than Human, the Human's skin temp is lower than the Vulcan's."

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Ok, off-topic conclusions: 1) I feel a trekkie and I always hated people (a Star Wars' fan I'm friend of) who wasted time to search for things the canon left unclear or making essays about "no it's like this" and "what if...?"... 2) I've done again a biology little research because of Star Trek, the first being about wolves/canines and feline reproduction - you don't wanna ask believe me... 3) I have now in my mind's eye the disturbing image of meerkat!Vulcans standing at meerkat!Spock's failed wedding... The Lion King can ruin an innocent life!

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek reboot #spock #meta

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sshbpodcast · 8 months

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Character Spotlight: Spock

By Ames

Last week we highlighted (and lowlighted) James T. Kirk here in our new blog collection, going character by character where no one has gone before. It’s going to be a bit of a trek in and of itself, so join us here on A Star the Steer Her By to learn what we think of all your Starfleet favorites: when are they at their most naughty and most nice. This week, we’re moving on to the best first officer in the fleet and one of our favorite Vulcans, the ever logical Mister Spock!

For the franchise’s first major alien character, he succeeded in teaching humanity to audiences throughout his far-reaching tenure, and that wasn’t always his human half! Credit to Leonard Nimoy for giving us such a well-rounded character even though he couldn’t display emotions in the same fashion as the others (but boy did he find a way!). Follow along below for our thoughts on Spock’s best and worst scenes, and listen to some bonus chatter over on this week’s podcast episode (discussion at 1:05:00). Fascinating.

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Best Moments

Checkmate, Finney It’s been a minute since I released my blogpost about how bad I am at 3D chess (and all chess for that matter), but Spock’s so great at it that he uses his logic and big Vulcan brain to figure out the chess program is busted in “Court Martial” and save the day, which might be the Spockiest thing I’ve ever heard.

Pain! Pain! Spock mind melds a lot of critters throughout the shows and movies, but one of our favorites is when he connects with the Horta in “The Devil in the Dark.” Like in our Kirk spotlight when the captain defended the old girl, we’ve gotta credit Spock with communicating with her and treating her like a sentient being. And Nimoy’s acting in this scene! Mwah!

A man of integrity in both universes The Spock in “Mirror, Mirror” isn’t exactly our normal Spock, as his circumstances in the mirror universe have made him a different person in a lot of ways (mostly in the facial hair region). But in even more ways, he’s just like our Spock: someone who sees the illogical nature of the Terran Empire and who will take steps to make it better.

I love you but I hate you I don’t know why, but I’m just thoroughly tickled when Spock outwits the androids in “I, Mudd” with a logical paradox that breaks their computer brains. Sure, he tries a neck pinch first (he is Spock, after all!), but it’s telling the Alice robots, identical in every way, that he loves one but hates the other that causes them to malfunction all over the place.

Trademark Vulcan sass If Vulcans are allowed to express one emotion throughout all of Star Trek, it’s sass, and Leonard Nimoy can deadpan with the best of straightmen. In “The Trouble with Tribbles,” McCoy remarks that tribbles are “nice, they're soft, they're furry, and they make a pleasant sound,” to which Spock quips, “So would an ermine violin, Doctor, yet I see no advantage to having one.” Grade-A Vulcan sass right there.

Gladiatorial mind games “Bread and Circuses” may not be a good episode, but it gets the Spock-McCoy dynamic right. Not only does Spock save McCoy in battle, but that scene in the prison cell… I could write essays about that scene as they’re both so vulnerable and desperate to connect, but Spock, ever the Vulcan, represses that emotion… just barely. And when Spock tells McCoy that they share concern over Kirk’s safety without actually telling him, it’s perfect.

Vulcans are incapable of lying, he lied While we found Kirk’s behavior in “The Enterprise Incident” utterly baffling, Spock’s is thoroughly intriguing. He spends most of the episode seamlessly deceiving the Romulan Commander who’s thirsting after him so hard, and she plays right into his Vulcan-saluting hands because she didn’t anticipate so many loopholes allowing Vulcans to be duplicitous!

The wonders of the universe Am I mostly bringing up Spock mind melding a giant cloud in “One of Our Planets Is Missing” so that I can bring up my TOS fanfiction “Sentient Life”? A little bit.

I have been and always shall be your friend This list would not be complete without the beautiful sacrifice scene in The Wrath of Khan. The needs of the many do indeed outweigh the needs of the few in this perfectly poignant and amazingly acted character death. I can’t think of a better main character death in all of Star Trek and Nimoy crushed it.

Rock out with your Spock out We’ve also got to give credit to Leonard Nimoy for the Vulcan neck pinch, a nonviolent, nonfatal deescalation tactic that is perfectly in character. It is a great inclusion for such a logical people to manage violent conflict in a mostly harmless way, and one of our favorites is neck pinching the punk on the bus since it’s also one of many great comedic moments in The Voyage Home.

They are not the hell your whales Speaking of The Voyage Home, we’ve got more good Spock moments to choose from in that movie! It is such a smorgasbord of quippy, fun moments for our resident Vulcan because so much of the movie is that fish-out-of-water kind of humor, but everything Spock has to do with the whales, George and Gracie, is especially excellent.

Cowboy diplomacy We even get to see a little Spock action in The Next Generation when his plan to reunite Vulcan and Romulus gets revealed in “Unification.” It is such a noble goal from our logical friend (perhaps spurred by his encounter with the Romulan Commander in “The Enterprise Incident”? Nudge nudge!) and we loved seeing his resolve and commitment to helping his square-shouldered cousins.

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Worst Moments

Beep twice for “NO!” I get that the studio wanted to save time and money by using the footage from “The Cage” in “The Menagerie,” but they had Spock acting fully out of character to make it happen. He kidnaps his disabled old captain against his will, he conspires to steal the ship, he puts the lives of everyone on the Enterprise in danger, he nearly gets Kirk killed in a shuttle, he creates an illusion of a flag officer! It’s a full-on mutiny that sees no consequences!

Life-or-death decisions, but mostly death “Strange. Step by step, I've made the correct and logical decisions – and yet two men have died,” says Spock in “The Galileo Seven.” Somehow, every time we see Spock in charge, everyone has a really bad day. The show would make you believe it’s because Vulcans only act on logic with no emotion or intuition, but they really need to stop leaving the ship in his hands!

Not even a grandfather paradox – just a father paradox Temporal shenanigans abound in “Tomorrow is Yesterday” when the Enterprise is forced to beam up Captain Christopher. Spock assures everyone that the displaced pilot will have no bearing on history, until he is forced to eat those words because this science officer neglected to check if Christopher’s son would be influential. Since when is Spock so careless?

A need-to-know basis We joked throughout The Original Series that Vulcans seemed to attain a new superpower each week. And since Spock just doesn’t seem to tell people things they need to know until they really need to know it, we don’t learn about his inner eyelids until “Operation: Annihilate!”, his parents being onboard until “Journey to Babel,” or his having a half brother until Star Trek V!

This has pon farr enough I’m frankly sick of everything about pon farr, and am dreading revisiting it in Enterprise. It’s yet another one of those Vulcan aspects they won’t tell you about until too late, and in “Amok Time,” it’s way too late. The whole biological circumstance is weird enough, but if Vulcans has told us any of their rituals ahead of time, Spock wouldn’t have had to kill his best friend in the kal-if-fee like a chump.

Heil Spock While it’s mostly a gag on the podcast that Spock loves Nazis, there’s definitely a reason why we think that. In “Patterns of Force,” Spock agrees with Gill when he calls Nazi Germany the most efficient state Earth ever knew, saying: “Quite true, Captain. That tiny country, beaten, bankrupt, defeated, rose in a few years to stand only one step away from global domination.” Does that make Spock a Nazi? Not entirely, but it would explain some things, like how quick to wanting to kill Mitchell he was in “Where No Man Has Gone Before.”

What a tangled web he weaves Like in “The Galileo Seven,” Spock ends up in command again when Kirk is presumed dead in “The Tholian Web,” and he borks it. The whole episode is about him and McCoy snipping at each other because of the effects of the area of space, but they’re both extremely out of character even without it, with Spock ignoring Doc’s warning about getting stuck in the web, making awful decisions, and generally being terrible at leading a crew.

If only I could forget We found it weirdly nonconsensual when Spock decides to make Kirk forget about his romance with Rayna (and who knows what else?) in “Requiem for Methuselah.” McCoy jabs at Spock that he’ll never understand, and then Spock seems to act just naively when he takes Kirk’s memory in his sleep, as if Spock were taking him literally when Kirk said he’d rather forget.

Behind every good woman… is Spock taking credit We’ll surely bring up “The Lorelei Signal” when we talk about Uhura’s best moments because it’s a rare moment for the women to get the spotlight, but there’s a moment in this episode in which, despite the lady crewmembers having already figured out the ploy themselves, they’ve hatched their plan “in accordance with Mister Spock’s request” and I vomit in my mouth a little.

You have not achieved kolinahr It’s pretty clear that the production team didn’t know they’d have Leonard Nimoy back for The Motion Picture until late in the writing process because his motivation is spotty at best. Since he has not achieved kolinahr, he rather makes his presence in the movie about himself, and to make matters worse, he yeets off to mind meld with V’ger without telling anyone!

I hear he's nutty as a fruitcake As beautiful as the death scene in The Wrath of Khan is, it’s also pretty messed up for Spock to cram his katra into McCoy with no warning and with dire effects. Think about it: none of the humans knew before The Search for Spock that katras were even a thing, and Bones could have gone insane just for the sake of bringing the character back to life, negating that great sacrifice!

They flung their wooden shoes called sabots into the machines We love a good mind meld on Star Trek, but Spock just plain crosses a line in The Undiscovered Country when he mind rapes Valeris to expose her as the saboteur. Considering the mind meld was first created in order to give Spock an alternative to violent action to combat assailants, using it in a way that’s so violating is the most uncomfortable moment we could think of.

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Keep your medical tricorders scanning here as we continue along through all the main characters from The Original Series! Next week, we’re scanning for Dr. Bones McCoy here on the blog, as well as continuing our watchthrough of Enterprise over on the podcast. You can also send a message over subspace on Facebook and Twitter, and keep your damn katra to yourself. Live long and prosper!

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@fasciinating cont. [x]

Where the scent of copper and Vulcan blood clings to Spock's fists, Khan's own version - slightly tangy and sharp- coats the tip of his tongue as well as the inside of his nostrils; He idly licks his lips, brings a fist up to his features, rubbing the skin of it along the underside of his nose.

His attention, however, is not focused on himself - it's focused on what's surrounding them, which almost feels surreal to a certain extend. The water in front of them could very well be a mirror, and Khan is equally as fascinated by it's existence as his unusual companion is.

It's dark, but the moon shines bright enough to allow Khan's enhanced eyesight to pick up on the light - which does not help much, all things considered, as there's not much else besides... said water. Grass. A plane distance of high contrast and little detail, making him squint briefly before a set of teeth bite down onto his own bottom lip.

What does he remember?

Spock's voice almost sounds loud in contrast to the deafening silence, yet there's hesitation within the tone of those syllables - a sentiment that Khan can actually relate to, because he realizes that his mind does not come up with a lot of helpful memories.

It frightens him; An emotion he doesn't want to admit exists. His heart inside his chest beats faster than normal, and he takes a few deep breaths to calm it back down. At least the air surrounding them is breathable - it's nice, actually. Fresh and crisp, laced with much-needed oxygen.

"... Not much."

Blinking, he swallows - tasting his own blood - before he himself crouches and reaches out for the water, even going as far as touching it, where the Vulcan had hesitated before. It feels cool against his fingertips; He carefully slides his fingerpads along the surface, watching the liquid ripple before it morphs back into its eeringly still, mirror-like existence.

Strange.

"---I remember the feeling of a fist - your fist, I assume - against my teeth. But besides that---" A fight that came to an abrupt end, with two opponents facing the same challenge, all of a sudden.

Khan stops. It makes him feel vulnerable to admit he's out of control. He hates it, so much so that he stands abruptly and lets his gaze trail along the vast darkness surrounding them once more.

"How about you?"

What is going on?!

#fasciinating #Verse -> Main #(I have absolutely no idea what is going on but I am McLovin it.)#(where are they? How did they get there?)#(I am endlessly fascinated by this and want to explore this further omg.)

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Imagine Sneaking Out of the Annual Special Fire Force Halloween Party With Obi.

Obi Akitaru X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 2.2k

(A/N:) I may have gotten a little carried away with this one! XD It wasn’t supposed to be this long but I just adore Obi. He’s my absolute favorite of the whole Fire Force list of characters! And it’s kind of became one of my traditions to write something for him for Halloween every year. So this year is no different! So to my other Obi fangirls I hope you enjoy this one too! Happy Halloween and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Once again Halloween arrived and it had quickly become you and Obi’s favorite holiday. All good things had come to you both whenever the holiday came around. Plus Obi’s warming cinnamon spiced kisses were intoxicating. But now as this Halloween arrived there was no way you two could find a way of escaping the Special Fire Force’s annual Halloween party at the First Company’s Cathedral. The last few years Obi had been able to give a good enough excuse that you two got to stay at Company 8 but not this year. Now as the night arrived you were checking yourself in the full length mirror of you and Obi’s room, finishing up the last touches of your makeup. Despite it being a Halloween party it was stressed to you and Obi that it was a formal wear party and that by no means was it a costume party. The laughter of the youngest members of the company echoed up to you from downstairs. At least they were having fun you smiled gently. Distracted by the company’s doorbell you didn’t hear Obi come up behind you before you were wrapped in his large suit encased arms.

“Trick or treat,” he purred.

“Please Obi treats are for later tonight when we finally get out of that party,” you murmured wiggling from his grip. He rolled his eyes giving a quiet sigh.

“Sorry I couldn’t get us out of it this year,” he apologized straightening his tie in the mirror.

“That’s okay. We’d have to stay here and babysit anyway,” you paused letting the rambunctious laughter speak for you. “So let’s just go have a few drinks, woo the rich other companies, and then we can come home and watch scary movies until the sun comes up.”

Obi nodded finishing with his tie before offering you his well muscled arm, “Sounds good to me.”

Downstairs Shinra, Arthur, Iris, Tamaki, and Maki were playing a board game while horror movies played on the TV. Takehisa was at the door handing out candy to trick-or-treaters. While Vulcan and Viktor were no where to be found. The two were more than likely hanging out working on things that interested them more than a spooky holiday.

“Have fun everyone,” you called interrupting their, so far, tame festivities.

Shinra launched to his feet speeding towards you with a huge toothy grin on his face. “Take care of her Captain.” He laughed, “We don’t blame you both if you stay out a little later than normal.”

Maki elbowed the younger man causing him to double over, “What Shinra is trying to say is have fun and stay safe. We’ll see you both when you get home.”

“Thanks Maki,” Obi laughed taking your jacket off the hook and draping it over your shoulders. “Try not to burn down the cathedral while we’re gone okay team?”

“Yes sir!” The answer chorus followed you two as Takehisa closed the large door behind you both. The chill of the fall air made you shiver. Obi answered by bringing you closer to his body. Hailing a cab he helped you in before closing the door and getting in himself. With a few words you both were on the way to the party. Obi held your hand tightly stroking your digits with soft strokes as the tires bumped along down the road. You glanced at him eyes gleaming with excitement about the evening ahead. Just because you had to go to a party neither of you wanted to attend didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun at the expense of the Special Fire Force. You also knew that Obi had a plan, he wouldn’t have given up the fight so easily if he didn’t have some kind of back up plan. You were excited to see what the strong captain had cooked up. But for now you would eat yummy food, drink free booze, and enjoy holding onto the arm of the only man who had ever treated you so specially.

The First Company building was decorated so lavishly on the outside you couldn’t even begin to imagine what the inside could possibly look like. Obi paid the cab fair before coming to your side. You gripped his hand while he gulped and pulled at his suddenly tight shirt collar.

“Does this count as coming,” you whispered half joking half serious.

Defeated Obi shook his head, “I’m afraid not. So let’s try to have a little fun huh.”

You nodded preparing yourself for whatever the night held. What you weren’t prepared for was how expensive and elegant everything was inside the cathedral. Women and men of all companies mingled on the polished floors as flickering decorative lights of orange and purple glimmering on hand carved statues. You choked on air interrupting every conversation due to your coughing. Obi rubbed your back trying to soothe your fit. Wiping tears from your eyes before they could smear your mascara you waved awkwardly, Obi sensing your discomfort whipped you to a beverage table and grabbed you a cup of water.

“You okay,” he asked worriedly.

“Yeah,” you took a sip letting the water coat your throat. “I just wasn’t prepared for the extravagance.”

“Yeah I get what you mean. I’m used to Company 8 too. We’re less refined I guess you could say.”

“I love our dumpster fire of a home,” you grinned touching Obi’s cheek.

“Don’t say that,” he shuttered, “we might actually return home to it on fire.”

“Ohh yeah,” you grimaced. “Sorry wasn’t thinking.”

You finished your cup of water when you noticed an older man making his way to you and Obi. His white hair tied in the back out of his face and an eye patch covering one eye. He was intimidating and you found yourself nuzzling closer to Obi. He squeezed you tightly in a comforting gesture before offering a hand to the large man.

“Captain Burns thank you for the invitation,” Obi started making the older man shake his head.

“You and I both know getting you to come here was like pulling teeth.” Obi could only snicker awkwardly before the man who you now knew to be the First Division’s captain put his sights on you.

“And you must be (Y/N) Captain Obi’s plus one. I’ve heard a lot about you. Thank you for trying to keep Obi’s unruly bunch in line.”

“Can’t say I do much good sir,” you took his hand which he shook firmly, but not as rough as he did Obi’s.

He laughed deeply, “I’m sure. Well tonight enjoy yourselves. No responsibilities or teammates to keep you from having fun. Eat and drink your fill.”

“Thank you,” Obi and you both said at once. Then you both were left alone once more.

You thought your heart was going to beat right out of your chest after that conversation. “Is he always so intimidating,” you wheezed.

Obi nodded grabbing a glass of champagne and chugging it, “Yeah.”

“Oh good. I enjoy the feeling of his threatening presence.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Obi replied taking another glass off the table and offering it to you.

“Really,” you took the offered glass.

“No.”

You sighed, “That’s what I thought.”

Sometime in the night you got separated from Obi and now you were stuck discussing Hibana’s infernal experiments. You grimaced at some of the more gruesome details, trying to fake interest while trying to find an escape route. You didn’t know her very well despite her presence was a constant around Company 8. You were just about ready to give up hope when an arm slipped around your waist.

“Excuse me ladies,” Obi’s voice caused you to melt in relief. “But I think I’ll steal (Y/N) for a dance.”

Hibana glared at the captain but relented and went about searching for her next victim. You felt sorry for whoever she sunk her claws into next but you didn’t feel bad enough that you would leave Obi.

“My hero,” you cooed leaning into his frame.

“Looks like you were enjoying that conversation.” He chuckled leading you to the outskirts of the dance floor.

“Enjoying it as much as the company of Captain Burns,” you grimaced.

“That much huh?”

“How did you escape,” you asked while being glided around the floor in tune to the song playing through the speakers.

“Waited for their attention to be on someone else then snuck away.”

You giggled burying your face in his chest, “How cowardly.”

“I can deal with that,” Obi huffed.

You and Obi danced around a little longer underneath the orange lights. You were never one to be the center of attention but being with Obi and escaping from conversations that you weren’t wanting to have was worth having people stare at you and Obi. But you couldn’t dance forever and the thought of the Halloween festivities happening outside was becoming too much to bear.

“Can we leave now,” you whispered. Despite staying more than you both wanted, it would still seem rude when there was still lots of time left until it ended. Obi looked around the room seeing that most of the attention had left you two. The captains and their guests were back to talking to one another. Captain Burns seemed to be swarmed by several other people talking to him animatedly while he looked to be on the verge of disinterest. That moment Obi felt a little sorry for the First Company’s Captain but now was the best chance to make an escape.

“Let’s get out of here.”

He grabbed your hand before you could say anything in agreement and rushing you towards the corridors. While Obi didn’t know the layout of the building like the people who lived in and visited often he had a pretty good idea of where the back exit would be. You lost all sense of direction as Obi lead you forward. Not worried in the slightest about getting lost you took in all the artwork and architecture as you went by. Everything about the First Company was elegant and gorgeous. But not as gorgeous as the air that sudden tossed your hair around. You and Obi stood outside finally in the fall atmosphere that seemed to make you soar. Taking a deep breath you looked up at your rescuer with a big grin.

“Now let’s go have some fun,” you crowed leaping down the steps Obi hot on your heels.

Not too far from the cathedral there was a small street fair happening hosting a few Halloween themed games and tents that advertised different foods and drinks. Obi was your loyal protector as you drug him around the different tents. He had loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few of his shirt buttons making himself more comfortable while you had taken your hair down and removed your jewelry that was now safely housed in Obi’s pants pocket. While there had been several types of food at the Fire Force get together all the spread had seemed too fancy and unappetizing but now as you sat with different foods from different stalls you felt much more comfortable and hungry. Obi had left to go snag a couple cups of hot apple cider when you dug in. The chilly breeze shot through you and you shivered but it was still much better than being trapped in a stuffy building. A large uniform coat was draped over your shoulders after your shiver. Looking up you saw Obi towering over you with a cup in hand. He had already sat yours down before putting his warm coat over you.

“I should have worn a heavier jacket,” you smiled sheepishly taking a sip of the hot liquid. It warmed you from your fingers to your toes. This time your shiver was in delight.

“You can use mine,” Obi replied sitting back down beside you.

“Won’t you get cold?” You were thankful that he was willing to go cold the rest of the evening for your sake, but you still worried about him getting sick.

“Nah,” he waved off your worries. “I don’t plan on us sticking around outside for long.”

You deflated unhappy that your Halloween night had pretty much been wasted. There had been so much you wanted to celebrate with Obi and now the hour was waning down.

“I think you misinterpreted what I meant,” whatever warmth he had held was transformed into a sly look. “We’re not going home. The evening is far from over.”

“Consider me intrigued Captain,” you winked taking another sip of cider.

“I rented a hotel room not far from here,” Obi spoke taking your hand to kiss the top of. “I am all yours all night until the morning.”

“I like the sound of that,” you purred taking Obi’s loosened tie in your hand. You pulled him down towards you stealing a kiss. When you pulled away Obi placed his large hand behind your head and brought you back into him. Your senses overflowed with his passionate kiss that still tasted like cider, while the natural smell of Obi penetrated deep within you, and the smells of autumn and spices littered the chilly air. After parting from each other you both cleaned up your mess fast and hurried along to the hotel that Obi had booked. What started out as a Halloween that you would remember as boring quickly took a turn into one of the best that you would remember for a very long time.

#Akitaru Obi X Reader #Akitaru Obi / Reader #Akitaru Obi #Fire Force #Akitaru Obi Imagine #Fire Force Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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almalvo · 1 year

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STAR TREK: DISCOVERY | S1E10 "Despite Yourself"

[I will react to each episode individually and in full, raw reception and then post as is unrevised here onto my tumblr for the full span of every and all NuTrek episodes and series that have been and will be released. If this falls under your field of interest - I welcome your company in joining me. Enjoy the ride.] -------

wow first time the android dint have a bass sfx XD saru's tendrils - oml when he covers them is kinda cute i like owosekun's hairrr vulcans with weapons powered? bruh r we in mirrorverse we're in mirrorverse. 100%. yup. it was obvious from the end of last episode esp with 2 DISCOs showing mhmm. yeah these cuts need improvement still but alright bring it DISCOs turn for mirrorverse antics. lets go. haha this ep writen by someone named "sean cochran". zefram? jkjk tribble backk so cute give me one i wonder what its name is

ok this spinning scene of lorca and burnham and saru talking is spinning way to fast for too long how long are we going to keep spinning. its actually making me busy and hte cuts are not consistent in momentum so it didnt feel seamless it sholdve been takien in one shot and the camera needed to stop WAY sooner. thats how you wouldve actually shot a scene of that type. but "idk" ig, im just a mortal 😭 OK STAMETS. NOT ME SENDING PEOPLE 10 METRES AWAY FROM A TAP OF A FINGER sylvia saying "oh my god" then resuming like nothing happened was such a fast tone change i see those piercing marks on doc's ears. i always get this thoght of, whenever i see that on someone, im like BRUH PUT THEM BACK IN some of these camera ratios, rule of thirds, etc., are like. not done great? idk the eye is not reading the shot how it should a lot cuz the entity is not in an advantageous spot onscreen. tyler is going THROUGH it. damn. i think tyler's actor does well with representing traumatic fear oh interesting. i love these tactile sounds like the sound of the device tyler is wearing on his hand to control the ship's arm i like lorca's rbf XD

shit. poor tyler. thats never ok. her violating u like that. ugh. this makes me uncomfortable oh interesting. oo his klingon inflections are so good oh shit this is a weird scene its such a MIX of implications i like the acting i it actually it felt actually kind of complex, though the idea is simple nice this was actually decently shot. i like the way tyler's hair sits on his head haha looks nice nice swoops man these inconsistent camera transitions (one pose in the last cut, but a diff pose in the other) tylers acting doing p well actually his emotional expression is p decent yeah good ash x burnham is still an f no for me feels so empty it prob always will to me oo the gore effects of the cuts on hishand from the broken glass look relaly good faceless emperor. im so curious who.

"mirror disco". yess. ooo what do their mirrorverse selves look like SYLVIA. oml oh my god oml this is coo,ll oml SYLVIA LETS GO BEAT HER ASS. NOOOOO WHAT THE HECK HECK HELL HOLD YOUR HORSES?? WHAT THE CRINGEEEE oml please sylvia pull through lorca coaching her lmao WHAT THE FUCKGKKHKH O9H NMY GODDDDDD CHIEF ENGINNEERRRRR AND LORCA DOES A PASSASBLE SCOTTS ACCENRTTTTT????@?!??! YOURE FUKCING KIDDDIDNGGGG GET THE FUCK OUT OH MY GODDDDDDD/???? LORCA I MIGHT LIKE YOU MORE OML H GHGJAIHO THIS PREMONITION FUC KKKKKKKK lorca has a type of voice that sounds nicer when its quieter if that makes sense? it almost sounds strange when he yells? idk maybe its just me or maybe thats the way audio was edited oml the way saru was saying "well thats not very clever" was so emotive its beautiful oml their uniforms are oml so cool man the mirror badge man ill say not to be a shit but i love to always see this TOS/star trek root-type episodes where they reminisce on such a classic trope from og trek - but at the same time, i wihsh trek didn tdo it so much to just solely rely on TOS to make its relevance stronger, no matter how sensible that seems? while star wars feels preety big and expansive and busy with a lot of overlapping lore star trek is literally just "TOS, the expanded version" it feels so small. in that, nigh everyhing will forever and always just be/because of TOS. and i love tos. dont get me wrong, its my all time favourite forever. but trek i feel like never can develop significantly newer stuff? OH MY GOD USS DEFIANTTTT LOOK AT HERRR god i cant wait to see this ship design.. but yeah idk if people understand what i mean. that something so ideologically massive as trek is so small as a creative work in its "relevant lore". sure tng has its things, so does ds9, voy, ent - but it all comes back to tos. which is a double edge sword. a good thing. but also a bad thing. for if it were without tos, then much of trek doesnt really hit like that. yes be great hubby hugh love your mans ?? oh for a second i was like his eyes oh wow seeing sylvia with sstraight hair oh wow it compliments her head and face shape ngl she looks great in the armour. they all do ooh lorca in a leather jacket and black t shirt? okok works on him oooo sylvia lets GO GET IT YES KILL IT BRUH DO IT DO IT oo this dark lipstick works great on burnham oo i wonder when we will see sylvia really a captain

wtf. lorca for real? yo ujust did that to yourself? for blood? bruh we couldve done make up also yes of course, big runny red line down side of face. oooooooooooooooo MEAN BURNHAM lorca is an oddly good prisoner. hmMmmMM damn yall sass. ugh i really really really want more trek games. is he not human. is tyler not humnan. is tyler not originaly human. SO TYLERS A FUCKING KLINGON? i love his look of dejection hes relaly good at it. dude. hes a fucking klingon UH UHHHHH UHHHHHHHHHHHH??????????? DID YOU JUST FUCKING KILL HUGHHH??????? WHAT THE FUCK????? WAIT GAY COUPLE IS GONE DEAD NOW ITS OVER??/ WHAT I THOUGHT I THOUGHT STAMETS AND HUGH LAST LONGER? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? IM SO CONFUSED?? WHAT THE FUCK? WHY DID HUGH HAVE TO DIE ESP LIKE THAT? WHAT THE FUCK. what the actual fuck. its always the poc who dies. fuck you. idk. if he rly died or what. but fuck you. and trek still in the closet fuck this internalised homophobia. its been 6 FUCKING DECADES. GET OVER YOURSELF. KIRK AND SPOCK FUCKING EXIST. JUST COME OUTTA YOUR RAINBOW DOORS & BE DONE WITH IT. FUCK. (and no im not condoning invasion of privacy of one's sexual/gender orientation at all. i just mean if you said your gay. then own it. cuz trek has said it. its called seasons 1-3 of TOS, TAS, ST I-VI, AOS I-III. so own it. fuck.)

burnham does this role relaly well in a way she fits THIS mirror burnham more than her default. also damn lorca hahaha what i say, he gets kicked around a lot but its intersting that hes cap in this kind of role damn burnham you angery. i like this gold foil look on their armour. oo get him burnham get him get him decent choreo ooo ok ok yeah decent choreo oh yeah oooo nice i love this blade design oh shit burnham sonequa did well in her reaction to stabbing him. u can read the shock aand regret in her eyes forget klingons mirorverse starfleet is literally death. bat'leth? more like batshit. also this bridge oo whoa her bridge is on the bottom of her ship ooooo her warping oooo captain burnham but not how i thoughbt itd happen i feel like sonequa is better in this its crazy i feel like her as mirror self is better?

yes those HIGH boots sharp black and gold ugh. i love love LOVE the art department behind DISCO. hmm i feel like i see definite glimpses and glimmers of really quality stuff and quality delivery in this show but htey are very sporadic. spaced apart y inconsistencies and discrepancies. i think this sho wcouldve been much better ash and burnham - im sorry but who actaully, ACTUALY cares about them together. snoreeee s n o r e e e e e e um. lorca. is actually getting tortured. dude whta did i TELL yall. hes literally the one who gets pissed on fr fr 😭 damn. seeing lorca screaming. damn. id be surprised. but then again. he gets bashed all the time so. eh. ngl i feel like lorca gon die. but i wonder how.

damn.

#star trek #star trek discovery #discovery #DISCO #nutrek #thoughts #text #reaction #almalvo

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hummingbird-of-light · 1 year

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Against All Odds

Part 373

McCoy

McCoy grinned at Scotty as his sister threw her arms around Robbie’s neck. Scotty smiled back. McCoy recalled back to the first day of school and the conversation where Leah had asked about his ring. The look in her eyes had betrayed the sarcasm in her voice and he was glad he had suggested something similar for her and Robbie.

“What does that mean?” he whispered to Scotty as Robbie’s murmured Gaelic drifted over.

“Mo chridhe?” Scotty whispered back, “my heart.”

McCoy looked with new eyes at his sister. Of course Leah and Robbie would have their names and endearments for each other; it seemed obvious to McCoy now. A completely new facet of his sister was being revealed. He wondered if this was what it must have been like for Leah over the summer to see McCoy with Scotty. He smiled to himself at the knowledge that they’d had such good roles for love growing up. David and Eleanor couldn’t be a better example.

McCoy glanced at Spock. And in their own Vulcan way, Sarek and Amanda were a close second.

Leah murmured back at Robbie, before kissing him again and releasing him from the embrace. Robbie had flushed pink again.

She touched the pendant on the chain and Robbie’s wrist blinked.

“Just like their rings,” she smiled.

“Aye,” said Robbie. “It’s where the idea for these came from.”

“A necklace is a little less obvious for a princess than a ring,” McCoy added.

“Well, I love it,” Leah declared. “I like all the gifts, thank you all. How about a walk through the gardens?” she suggested.

McCoy squeezed Scotty’s fingers, and gave him a questioning look.

“Sure,” Scotty said for them.

“Spock?” Leah asked.

“If that is your wish, we shall join you.”

Holding Robbie’s arm close, Leah led the way. Even from behind, McCoy could see the awe on the younger Scott’s face as they moved through the palace. It was a mirror of what Scotty’s had been his first few days in the palace that summer.

The sun wasn’t what it had been in the middle of summer, but the gardens were still warmer than at school. The familiar heat felt wonderful to McCoy. A yawn escaped him.

“How about the gazebo?” he asked Scotty quietly.

“Sounds good.”

“We’re heading for the orchard,” McCoy called to Leah.

“Ok,” Leah said over her shoulder, only halfway listening to him, her attention on Robbie.

McCoy rolled his eyes. He wondered what excuse Spock and Jim would come up with to leave Leah and Robbie alone.

His steps faltered as they reached the orchard.

“What is it, love?” Scotty asked.

“I—”

In the overwhelming happiness of being home and with Leah and Robbie’s love finally being known, McCoy had forgotten the last time he had been to the orchard. It had been the fateful afternoon when Jocelyn had kissed him. He hadn’t had the heart to visit the gazebo again after that, and a week later had left for school.

“I haven’t been out here since…”

“Since what?… Oh.”

McCoy heard the change in Scotty’s voice as he realized what McCoy meant.

“We could go somewhere else? The library? Your room—”

“No.” McCoy interrupted Scotty’s suggestions. “No. I won’t let her win. We made better memories here than she ever could. We can make more.” He tightened his grip on Scotty’s hand and climbed the couple stairs.

The cushioned bench was inviting and the boys made themselves comfortable. McCoy rested his head on Scotty’s shoulder and for just a moment it was midsummer with the scent of ripe fruit in the air.

Part 374

Scotty

As they sat next to each other, cuddling, Scotty's mind moved back to the summer weeks they had spent at the palace. Leonard was right. Many great memories had been made at the orchard.

How was it then, that it also brought back unpleasant thoughts?

The kiss.

Jocelyn had kissed Leonard right here. And even though he hadn't seen it, Scotty felt sick at that thought. Anger filled his heart for a moment, but it quickly vanished when Leonard pulled him in for a kiss.

"I still can't believe she kissed ye," Scotty breathed when their lips parted again.

He thought of his nightmare about the orchard. The one where Leonard had been taken away by the guards to become king. As if he should have been married to Jocelyn.

It was a cruel thought. But it wasn't real.

The two of them together. Right here and now. That was reality. A great reality!

"I won't ever let her do it again."

Leonard made it sound like it was his fault, when it wasn't. Scotty just nodded slowly and placed a hand on his boyfriend's cheek.

"I know, mo ghràdh. I know."

Leonard leaned into the touch and Scotty kissed him more passionately than before. He would always kiss him better than that girl ever could. He would show Leonard how much he loved him.

They stayed for a while, just sitting and chatting, when Leonard noticed that they should head back to the palace. It would be time for dinner soon.

The sun had started setting some time ago, but it was still warm. Scotty breathed in the lovely late summer air.

Apparently Leah had had the same thought as Leonard for the couple met her and Robbie in front of the orchard. They were holding hands. Spock and Jim weren't with them though.

"Hey there. Did Leah show you around the garden?" Leonard asked and clapped Robbie on the back. The Scotsman nodded with a bright smile.

"Aye, she did. It's amazing. I'm sure Mum would love it too."

Leonard chuckled.

"Yeah, I think so too."

"Well," Leah smiled happily at the thought she apparently had, "maybe we should invite your mother and grandfather to visit us next summer."

"That's a great idea!" Leonard agreed, "I'm sure Mother and Father would love them to visit. Francine could teach Mother more Gaelic and Granddad would have nice talks with Father on history."

Leah raised an eyebrow when she heard her brother call Scotty's and Robbie's grandfather by that name.

"Granddad?"

Leonard grinned.

"Yes. Mr. Scott allowed me to call him Granddad."

Leah smiled softly.

"That's nice of him. I mean... we don't have grandparents anymore."

She sounded slightly melancholic and Robbie quickly squeezed her hand.

"I'm sure ye can call him Granddad too."

"That... would be nice. I'd really like to get to know your family better."

Leah gave Robbie a kiss to the cheek and they headed inside.

"Where did ye leave Jim and Spock?" Scotty asked and Leah laughed.

"Oh, they said that they wanted to unpack."

Scotty and Leonard laughed too. It had clearly been an excuse to leave Robbie and Leah alone.

"So... when will you tell Mother and Father about the two of you?" Leonard asked quietly and Leah seemed very nervous suddenly.

"I... want to make an announcement at dinner."

Scotty could tell that his little brother was also very excited. His face paled at Leah's words.

"I'm sure it'll turn out just fine," Scotty reassured them with a smile as they headed for the dining room.

David and Eleanor were so understanding. They would always want the best for their children.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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more-better-words · 4 months

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For @pajamasecrets, who has been vocal in her fandom. And because of that, this is for all of you!

And also for me, because I do love getting to do an outside POV.

Pictured: Karveth, judging you (and Trip)

Karveth surveyed the group before him with a comfortable sense of satisfaction. Blue-clad human Starfleet personnel and blue-skinned Andorians working together, creating something new. It was a metaphor, he was sure, but he wasn’t really the literary type.

He could say that he had volunteered to take part in this project for a variety of reasons, but really, there were only two. In the macro, he'd come to share the opinion of his former commander Thy'lek Shran that humans were worthy allies, and in the micro, he'd heard good things about Charles Tucker. In both cases, reality was proving more interesting and complex than expectation.

Particularly Tucker.

The reputation that had proceeded him was not undeserved. When it came to his work, he Got It – he existed in that rare and indefinable space that a fellow engineer could not name, but simply knew on sight. It was an elusive quality, one that the universe seemed to distribute at random, and in varying degrees, and in Tucker’s case, it appeared to have been bestowed lavishly. Working with him meant Karveth couldn’t be lazy or take shortcuts, and the challenge was invigorating.

It didn't hurt that he had an entertaining way of speaking and was fun to have a drink with.

At the moment, Tucker stood a few meters away, drumming his fingers on the railing in front of him. “We ready?” he called down.

“Yes, sir!” came the response from the floor.

He glanced wryly at Karveth. “Here we go,” he said softly, then raised his voice. “Fire ‘er up!”

Below them, the partial reactor power plant that took up a third of the hanger’s floor space hummed to life, a sound that increased in volume and frequency until its smooth upward projection was suddenly interrupted by a series of loud pops, sparks cascading from the conduits. Tucker swore and set off down the stairs at a run. “Shut it down!” Karveth roared, hard on his heels.

The assembled engineers clumped off to the side, casting anxious looks at each other and at their superiors while Tucker stalked around the power plant, his expression tight. He stopped in front of a panel, arms crossed. “Anybody wanna tell me why this manifold wasn’t sealed before we turned on the power?” he asked.

Thalri, her antennae low with embarrassment, cast a guilty look at her work partner Ensign Butler and stepped forward. “That was us, Commander,” she said.

Tucker surveyed the pair of them for a long moment, before saying, “Patch it up and reset. We’ll go again.” He turned and headed back up the steps.

“And you’re leaving it at that?” Karveth asked.

“Look at the side-eye they’re gettin’,” Tucker replied. “They’ve cost us a half a day and everybody knows it. Butler and Thalri won’t forget it, and neither will anybody else.”

“Letting the herd discipline itself.” Karveth nodded thoughtfully. “Not a bad strategy, actually.” Tucker grinned at him.

“I have my moments.”

They stood together in silence for a few moments, watching the crew below grudgingly clean up. Then Tucker’s head turned suddenly, like an ice cat scenting prey. A slow, delighted smile crossed his face. “No way,” he said, seemingly to himself, then in a louder tone added, “’Cuse me, Karveth. Looks like I got a visitor.”

He turned and jogged towards the north entrance, leaving Karveth staring after him in confusion, a state that lasted approximately five seconds before he followed.

There was a woman in a Starfleet uniform standing in the open hanger doorway, her hands folded behind her back, her posture impeccable. But of course it was, because she was Vulcan.

And not any Vulcan. The Vulcan.

Karveth watched Tucker slow to a walk, still smiling. “Hey,” he said. “Didn’t expect to see you this afternoon.”

She held out her right hand, the first two fingers extended. Tucker mirrored her, brushing the tips of his fingers against hers. It should have been a relatively chaste gesture. And yet.

No, the gesture itself was chaste. It was the eye contact that was obscene.

“I found myself with more time for my meal break than anticipated,” she said. Her voice was low and throaty. “I had hoped you might be able to join me.”

“You askin' me on a lunch date?” Tucker asked, continuing to grin like a fool. Karveth cocked his head, watching the exchange with fascination. The man was infatuated.

“Yes,” she replied. “Can you?”

“For you? Gimme five minutes.”

“Commander Tucker!” Lieutenant Petersen called down. “Admiral Gardner for you!” Tucker sighed heavily.

“Okay, maybe ten.” He headed for the nearest comm.

Karveth, seeing the opportunity, made his approach. “Commander T’Pol,” he said. She turned her dark, direct gaze on him.

“Commander Karveth?”

“I am. I’ve heard a great deal about you.”

“And I you. How do you find Earth?”

“Warm. I imagine the opposite is true for you.”

She inclined her head. “At times.”

“And yet here we both are. On his account.”

“Indeed.”

“He’s brilliant,” Karveth noted.

“He is,” she agreed. Was that pride in her voice?

“And yet there are times I can hear the wind whistling between his ears.”

Perhaps it was his imagination, but he could swear he saw her lips move in something that might have almost been the ghost of a smile. “That is not an inaccurate description.”

“Why is he like that?”

“Commander,” she said seriously, “I do not believe any one person could ever answer that question.”

“That doesn’t seem like a very logical stance.”

She dipped a shoulder. “Commander Tucker operates by his own logic. It may not be obvious, but it is internally consistent. And I...find that sufficient.”

They looked at one another, taking each other’s measure. Interesting, Karveth thought. His experience of Vulcans had always been of a rigid, hidebound, humorless people. Was she different, or just more honest?

“Sorry about that, I-” Tucker stopped a few paces from them. “Well, I see you two have met.”

“Commander Karveth introduced himself,” T’Pol said. Her gaze returned to her husband, and Karveth suddenly felt completely redundant. He had always thought himself an open-minded individual, but looking at each other the way those two did was indecent.

“Talkin’ about me?” He grinned at her.

“Yes,” she said simply. “Shall we?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He spared a glance for Karveth. “I’ll be back in an hour, give or take.” He touched T’Pol’s fingertips again, and Karveth was certain he was witnessing Vulcan pornography.

We’re good together, Tucker had said of his wife. She kept me sharp. Watching them leave, Karveth could see it. It would take strong stuff to hone a mind like his, and if that was what he’d found with T’Pol, no wonder he was so taken with her.

But the way they looked at each other? Karveth was no prude, but that sort of thing should not have been permissible in public.

It did, however, confirm something he'd suspected about his project co-lead ever since the night he'd first been introduced to bourbon.

Tucker returned exactly 65 minutes later, his cheerfulness bordering on the obnoxious. "I'd ask if your break was pleasant, but that seems self-evident," Karveth said drily.

"Definitely better than what I'd expected when I got here this morning," Tucker agreed happily. "We about ready to reset?"

"Almost."

They watched the activity on the floor in silence for a moment, then Tucker asked, with the air of a man who couldn't contain himself, "So what'd you think?" Karveth didn't have to ask what he was referring to.

"She's both exactly as I expected and completely different."

Tucker laughed. "Yeah, she's full of surprises."

"So it would seem." Karveth cocked an eyebrow at the human. "As are you, apparently." Tucker shot him a look of apprehensive good humor.

"God, what did she say about me?"

"Oh, it wasn't anything she said. It was your own behavior." Confusion stirred the apprehension like snowmelt, and Karveth knew he was going to enjoy this. "I had no idea you were such an unapologetic wanton, Tucker," he said heartily.

Tucker stared at him, and Karveth fought to keep a straight face. He'd had no idea humans could turn that shade of pink. He clapped Tucker on the shoulder. "But there's nothing wrong with wanting a woman to utterly destroy you. It's perfectly healthy, really."

Tucker continued to stare, his mouth tight, his complexion approaching infrared. There was a war being waged behind those flushed features, human (and by extension, Vulcan) mores battling to the death against objective truth. Finally, he leaned forward, his voice low. "Honestly? She can wear me out any day of the week and twice on Sundays."

#i have no idea what to tag this lol #trip x t'pol #? i guess

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Saturday night

PROM

wow. I can't imagine how my old prom might have been. More than once, there was an awkward moment, some one would ask about high school... I have to mention, no, I didn't garduate.

No.. halfway through junior year, I ended up becoming a permanent resident of a laboratory, where first, they experimented on me... for a few years.. until things got all twisted and the after hours activities began.

But.. Yeah.. I didn't wanna get into that shit.

Max was sooooo romantic and sweet. He brought me a red and orange carnation corsage, and managed to pin it without sticking me. He was very proud. He wore an armored tux, and called himself my Prom Knight.. omfg he's so adorable.

We accidentally showed up early... so Max spiked the punch! Hahah.. BC looked so beautiful in a sexy red dress, very east meets west, I told her to tell people it was silk road inspired, but silly woman TOLD everyone I told her that, completely ruining the oint lol she was supposed to use it to look extra smart... oh well.

Max and I went to take our picture, and we got followed by a gaggle fake faeries, so we snapped and ran... unfortunately the wrong way, so we bided our time pretending we wer spies, making out so we weren't suspicious... HAHAH

BC was there with Eliza and Sebastian. When Eliza had to go to bed, BC ended up hanging with Faye. When everything pretty much died down, Max and I bounced over to Afterhours for a drink and some more tunes and talking. As I walked him out so he could head to sleep, I ran into BC, Faye, Murinae, and Rita.

I asked BC to teach me to cook. She's going to teach Faye and I to make meatballs, so I can make them for Max.

Rita had a good talk about her condition. She got psychic stuff going on, she gotta vulcan her feelings. I get it, but it sounds like she really misses more extreme emotions.

I fell asleep at one point, and after I woke up, pretty much everyone had wandered off, 'cept BC and Faye, of course. Faye took us back to her place, it's nice. Big apartment. We took a shower... that was nice. BC so bossy.. I think Faye and I both like that :P

I spoke some french with Faye. Something about candy, and stuff. I mighta been tryna impress her a little. Pourquoi? Eh, comme si, comme ca. Maybe make her like me a little, cuz I'm making the effort. Maybe show her I got some skill? heh, maybe. I know.. I just wanted her to like me. I can feel the mirror, I know. We ended up in another cuddle, and again, Faye and I talked after BC passed out.

I hope I get to be friends with Faye. I don't mean we aren't already. I mean I hope in a long time, I can look back at all the time we were friends. I know, from talking with Faye, that the question of her future is supposed to be settled in a few weeks, I think. Whatever happens, I hope she's happy.

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