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his lovesick ass is not listening 😭

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The Triumvirate Cowboy Edition 🤠

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Girls are enjoying New Year's Eve ~

(fem!Spok, fem!Kirk)

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kirk is ready to beat ass whenever someone gets rough with spock

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all the moons of 2024

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Spock and Kirk they fill my brain

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Nimoy gifs from Baffled ✨️

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Some early images of DeForest Kelley, apparently tucked away in the sleeve of a record album by a long-ago fan. (More images here.)

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(-`ω´- )

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Obsc'zine Fanzine | Pat Stall, 1980

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Obsc'zine Fanzine | Pat Stall, 1980

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my fondness for that shade of green means i keep drawing spock half-naked oops

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SPIRK, MY LOVE!!!!!

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The Admiral's Scrapbook | Beryl Hodson, 1986

The Adventures of T'Ming {A Vulcan Tomboy}

Whenever T'Ming saw a Starfleet uniform, the memories would come flooding back. Now, here she was surrounded by them, after having not seen one the whole of her long holiday. She had managed to obtain her father's permission to make a tour of America, turning away all offers of easier forms of transport and choosing instead to travel by road. Now, at the end of her sojourn, here in this Chicago bus station, T'Ming was waiting for the long distance bus that would carry her back to San Francisco.

T'Ming had enjoyed herself, though she would normally never have dreamed of showing it or any other kind of emotion, no matter what she felt. She alone knew what that could cost. The loss of her gentle young friend had taught her the price of being a Vulcan.

The only child of her all Vulcan parents, T'Ming knew deep down that she had not been exactly what they had wanted her to be. Then on that morning, so long ago it seemed now, her father had brought her the news that that gentle creature had died as the direct result of Klingon hands. The sunshine outside had seemed to mock her.

T'Ming had taken the crushing news in the time honoured, outwardly straight faced and unfeeling manner that had been expected of her, but, in her heart and mind, she had wanted to scream in pain at the loss of the younger girl, whom she had looked upon as a sister.

"Excuse me."

The tap on the shoulder and the sudden intrusion of another voice into her thoughts, brought T'Ming out of her reverie. She looked quizically at the young man standing before her.

"Will you be going all the way to San Francisco?"

"Yes," she replied, wondering whose business it was but hers.

"Well," continued the young man in Starfleet Uniform, "I wonder if you would do me a favour? I was going there myself but have been posted to somewhere else at the last minute. I was to have delivered this suitcase to a friend who was to have met me there, so, I wonder if you would take it for me? You see, my friend left it behind by mistake, then got in touch and asked if I would bring it with me when I joined him."

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"If you won't be requiring my daughter further and she has quite recovered, I think it best we return to the Embassy where I have some pressing business to attend to." T'Ming's father took her hand and bowing slightly to Admiral Turner, led his daughter out of the room.

"I know, my daughter, you are wondering how I knew of your strange mode of dress when away from home," Zanok raised a quizzical eyebrow at her.

"I was wondering, my father," T'Ming ventured.

"Your mother and I have known for some time but decided to say nothing because an escape of some kind seemed to be what you needed and was therefore, logical. A great deal of good has now come of your disguise so no more will be said on the subject."

Zanok extended the Vulcan two fingered mark of affection and T'Ming returned it, resolving never to wear her disguise again. "Just look what it got me into!!!" she shuddered at the possible alternative outcome of the adventure.

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eyeshadow was popping