#'oh so he wants to fuck spock. makes sense'

[cogcltrcorn]

my personal hc is that the size of kirk's room is just another piece of evidence in the "jim is insane and doesn't care if he lives or dies" pile. like every other captain we see has a separate lounge area/office space. piccard has his library. pike has a big communal space + kitchen because he loves being social. meanwhile jim upon taking command of the flagship: WHY SHOULD I HAVE A BIG ROOM. AM I ANY BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE ON THE CREW?? I SHOULD SLEEP IN A SHOEBOX. FRANKLY MY QUARTERS SHOULD BE SMALLER THAN ANYONE ELSE'S. in other news I think the science department deserves 7 new laboratories

Genuinely like so funny that Pikes room in SNW is gigantic and so extra with the fancy couches, a queen size bed with fluffy pillows and blankets and impeccable interior design with all the matching decorations and colour coordination. Plus he had a whole kitchen and grill and a whole dining room separated from the living room.

Meanwhile, Kirks room in TOS makes it feels like he lives in an appartment the size of a shoe box and shops at Ikea. The tiny twin bed with a mattress that I can tell feels like sleeping on rocks and possibly the scratchiest looking sheets known to man NO blankets btw. The pillow looks like it's made from concrete and a chair that looks like it would hurt to sit on. Zero interio designers were consulted for this room

It literally looks like before Pike gave the Enterprise to Kirk, they did an entire ship refit and rearranged everything. Pike really said idgaf about my protege Kirk give me back all my fancy furniture he can't have any of it yeah and make his room smaller too he look my job, my ship and my favourite science boy, he deserves to sleep in a tiny room.

[mandatory-blog-stop-asking]

Kirk's character in Court Martial is so insanely interesting to me considering the Kirk Drift phenomenon, because it's a full 50 minutes of Kirk refusing to even be slightly corrupt, no matter how easy it would be, and no matter how much he knows -- knows -- it would simply be a way for others to act in accordance to reality, ignoring red tape and bureaucracy to make sure a man of his position doesn't go down as a perjurer and a coward.

Finney's entire relationship with him was destroyed because Kirk, fresh into a shift, correctly pointed out in a report that Finney made a mistake that could have destroyed the ship. He could have just let it go, fixed it as he saw it and talked to Finney privately, but the thought of not following proper procedure never occurred to him, and he doesn't even given it the time of day when he's explaining the occurred.

Commodore Stone tries to give him an easy way out, tries to blame the immense pressure he's on, tries to give him plenty of leeway on why would he, the star of Starfleet, ever commit such a mistake as committing to safeguarding the ship before a single crewman in Yellow Alert as opposed to Red. And Kirk fucking yells at him for even suggesting that he doesn't get properly punished, if that is actually what happened. The idea of a Starfleet officer who's not perfect is genuinely offensive to Kirk, and the idea that he'd blame his own lack of efficiency for such a dire consequence makes him irate.

Even his attorney asks him if he doesn't want to just say he had a lapse and work for a lighter sentence. This after they're shown nearly irrefutable evidence that Kirk did perform the crime they're accusing him of, evidence that even Kirk can't explain. And he still says no, never. If I did it, I did it, but that's not what happened, and this is my story.

Kirk is willing to have whatever happen to him in a court of law, he's willing to throw out every day he's ever spent studying and fighting and exploring and taking and giving orders in his entire life, while fully aware that he did nothing wrong. Because if he doesn't, if he takes an easy way out, then the letter of the law doesn't apply to him. And if that's the case, then it's all bullshit.

And he doesn't do it all because he's a humorless cop who doesn't care about context. He does it because he lives his life assuming that the ideals he upholds are worth it, and work, and if that's even remotely true, then there's something wrong with the entire situation and he can prove it through completely legal means.

Imagine looking at this fucking character and going "Oh right, the one that shoots first, has sex shortly after and asks questions never, right?"

Kirk is so righteous and so real about Starfleet honor that the thought of getting special treatment makes him red in the face with anger.

His professionalism, sense of duty, perfectionism and sheer dedication to the gold and green is such a large part of his personality and behavior that he's got Spock comparing it, unprompted, under oath, pulling the Vulcan Race Logic Card on a court of law, to the fucking force of gravity.

[generalkenobee]

Imagine Spock loves you so much but can't compute why

SMUT

You looked over at Spock while he typed away at his computer "this is so aggravating" you walked over and placed a hand on his bicep and smiled to yourself knowing that he would never have shown his distress to anyone but you.

" oh Spock you work yourself too hard baby" he looked up at you raising his eyebrows, he knew what you were about to do. "won't you come to bed"

"if it means to sleep" you giggled "you're out of luck then" Spock looked up at you seeming to be contemplating something. "Well then I suppose I'll just have to 'go to bed' myself"

The look of fear and helplessness that crossed his face, even just for a second, spoke volumes. Spock hated your human antics. He hated how much he loved it and the way you made him feel. You make spock feel almost human and he hates it so much because he can't understand why. And Spock hates what he doesn't understand.

You took notice of the fear in his eyes and thought it better to ask again. You hand now resting on the side of his neck, your other set of fingers running though his jet black hair as he looked up at you with parted lips and pleading eyes.

"won't you please come to bed" you put extra emphasis on the 'please' "I miss you"

Your human touch lingered on his skin, the same human touch that aroused yet agitated him at the same time. You walked over to the bed with your boyfriend close behind you, looking like a lost dog.

The look of this was embarrassing and pathetic. An "emotionless" Vulcan following his human girlfriend around because he can't control himself.

Spock spent his whole life not feeling emotion. He'd never wanted to have sex before he met you. Why would he? He's a Vulcan after all. However...when he did meet you he thought he was dying, he was fully convinced there was something wrong with him. Why did he want to be around you? That's completely illogical and makes no sense at all. Whenever he wasn't close to you he felt fidgety and wasn't able to sit still. Why?

"Spock I love you so much" you moaned out into his mouth with one hand scratching deep red marks down his toned back and the other cradled the back of his head, pulling slightly on his hair. "I love you..Spock I love you so much I-" he loved this. More than he can ever explain or wrap his head around. Your voice and praise, your mouth on his.

Your thighs were wrapped around his hips pulling him closer. "Please Spock" He looked up to meet your pleading gaze, taking notice of the tremble in your legs.

Your boyfriend obligated, slowly and gently sliding his cock inside. Your tight walls clenched around him letting out a high pitched squeal. The slow dragging was almost unbearable, the feeling of his head gently kissing your sensitive g spot. Spock was fighting off his own pleasure too. Your hole practically pulsating, your nails scratching through his scalp, your sweet sounds.

"yes, yes, yes!!" It was always so slow and intimate with him "faster!! Please Spock please!!" He heard your pleas and couldn't take it anymore.

"Spock!!" His hips snapped into you, his hips meeting yours at a perfect pace.

Your boyfriend brought his hand down and rubbed your sensitive button with his thumb "I know that this part feels good for you, this is where most of the nerves are" That was it. The way he spoke, his voice, the pace of his hips, his thumb right on your clit. You felt like you were going to explode.

"fuck!! Fuck I'm-" your hips started to buck up into him, your arms wrapping around his upper body while clawing at his back, wailing and squealing uncontrollably. Your orgasm washed over you like a freight train, and Spock followed close behind filling you up.

"so good..feels so good when you do that" you gave him a quick kiss. "I know, that's why I did it."

[basimdasasonst]

snw spock rant

i've been watching strange new worlds recently, and the prevailing feeling i always leave with, no matter the episode, is that i would like it if not for spock.

don't get me wrong; i'm a tos fan to my core. star trek launched me into a love of sci-fi and space fiction and is the whole reason i'm in university studying astrophysics, why i'm writing a book using said inner astrophysics nerd, why i have any sense of purpose to me, cliche as it is to say. star trek was an integral, important part of my upbringing, and continues to be one of my main interests to this day. i love jim (and i love snw jim! especially after aos kirk (shudders)) and i love bones (i really hope he joins snw soon....leonard mccoy save us....save us leonard mccoy...) and i love scotty and i love spock. but not snw spock.

here's the thing about spock: his internal character conflicts have always had some sort of root in him being not enough/not vulcan enough/not human enough/etc. his struggles with relationships as a result – because, lets face it, both humans and vulcans are social creatures and need friends otherwise society as a whole wouldn't be a thing on either world – make up a core part of his character. in tos, his relationship struggles were nearly purely platonic, with a few offhand remarks about stray crew members having crushes on him (uhura in early first season, chapel in amok time). 

s1e4 "the naked time". spock, right before losing his figurative Marbles, sees "love mankind" written on a wall. later, he goes on to say to jim: "when i feel friendship for you, i'm ashamed." other posts have done and will do better jobs of explaining it, but in conjunction with "sinner" written on the turbolift near jim (about not being able to form lasting relationships with other crewmates because its too much of a power imbalance), the writing on the wall (literally) is that spock is inherently ashamed of his humanity. he has been raised on vulcan to be a vulcan.

his internal conflict is always about him struggling with his human side. he struggles with friendship, he struggles with his humanity, he struggles to be something that people don't immediately deem wrong. as a gay man, and certainly as a young queer child first watching tos, i felt closest to spock not just because of feeling ashamed of part of my cultural heritage, but also because of repression. spock represses these feelings of insecurity, of friendship, of the need for connection in others in a certain way, so much that it causes him pain. growing up gay, his pain was very real to me. writing on the wall. he’s silly and a cool character of course, but he resonated with me in a way that, at the time, i didn’t have anything to resonate with. 

what does this all have to do with me hating snw spock so much? i want to preface this by saying i went into snw really wanting to love it. i saw the intro and the planets and the nebulae and the black hole and the music and was like "damn, this is fucking cool." star trek, to some part of me, was also about the space exploration aspect as much as the characters. the whims of wacky crewmembers and sentient rocks. the impossibly infinite things nature can form on its own. snw looked fun. i really wanted to like it. and you know what? i almost like it.

except for spock. quite literally the only character i have any quarrels with is spock. dehydrated, glistening, oiled up spock. wtf. why is he in a relationship with t'pring? why does he (almost) cheat on her with chapel? and why chapel??????????? chapel has a one-sided (VERY CLEARLY ONE SIDED) crush on him in tos. why is it two sided now. 

what, and i can't stress this enough, the fuck? 

and don't come into my house and tell me "oh you know, it makes sense, because, because then spock gets all hard and Logical and shuts himself off and obviously the reason for that is a breakup–" No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no no no no. i don't care if it makes “sense” it feels so intrinsically wrong to his character. i’ve had much more character development from losing life-long friends than ending barely a year long relationships. spock wouldn’t immediately shut down because he kissed a girl once and then she said “acshually sowwy my work is more important” when that’s the exact sentiment he echoed to t’pring when they broke up.

more importantly, snw spock barely has friends. he calls pike a friend once or twice, but i hardly believe that they're friends. he barely interacts with la'an or erica, he has a few passing conversations with uhura in season 1 on episodes about her that don't really carry into season 2, and otherwise he's just There. he doesn't have friends in snw. the writers are prioritising him having a romantic relationship over a friendship. snw spock needs a friend way more than he needs a bone buddy. and it really rubs me the wrong way the way the relationship with chapel was portrayed to be first friendly and then romantic. i never believed for a second that he and chapel were friends – despite the screenwriters trying. every time they talked prior to s2e5 there was this odd undercurrent of sexuality that seemed to follow them. lingering looks, touching fingertips, long pauses – it was so unbelievably awkward and obvious that they were setting up a relationship between the two. i mean, for fucks sake, s1e1 uhura calls chapel "spock's girlfriend." boy did my blood boil when i figured out that was where the show was going. s1e5 was actually painful for me to get through (chapel sits down, gives spock relationship advice, giggles, smacks him upside the head, and calls him an idiot. 2017 wattpad is calling, they want their material back) and i had to take two full days to get through s2e5 because i was in anguish the whole time. it was a constant mental barrage of "spock wouldn't say that," and "spock wouldn't do that," and "this is not spock."

for the most part, i couldn't figure out why spock and chapel's relationship specifically bothered me so much. i mean i have my quarrels with la'an and jim, and i really don't give much of a care about pike and batel so why was spock and chapel grating on me so badly? was it because it was being shoved in my face? was the writing that much more atrocious than the others? was it the decimation of spock's character?

it was, i found, a product of all of those and the issue of queerness. 

look; i've survived sherlock bbc, i’ve survived the golden age of quotev fandom in 2016, i've bared witness to so much queerbaiting in my life that i don't even bother trying to hope for any sort of main character queer representation anymore. we’re going to be a footnote until someone does something about it. unfortunately, that’s not going to be me because i’m not a film director. so i look the other way and steam about it on twitter or tumblr or whatever hoping that i, like many other frustrated queer people, get noticed one day in the far future when it’s ok to have a queer romance in mainstream, it’s ok to have a queer main character, and it’s ok to let it simmer slowly and burn instead of jumping into it to say “look guys we’re woke!!!!!” (star trek literally was the pioneer for most of these things back in the day. but that’s another discussion on the heterosexualisation of progressive media that i wont get into. it just feels bitterly funny that this is happening to star trek of all things.) these days i just pretend the relationships dont exist and skip over them when they happen. i've developed a sixth sense for when weird, forced heterosexuality is about to be shoved down my oesophagus. i've just gotten used to it. 

but sphapel (or whatever it's called) burned through me. i've never felt quite this angry at an on screen relationship. and, trust me, i saw AOS. i didn't like spuhura then and i don't like it now but i wasn't angry so much as i was just tired and annoyed. but spock was – and always is to me, confused, queer 10 year old me – a queer character. his struggle with humanity, with friendship, with fitting in, with just being as a perceived "other" was what made him an interesting character to me to begin with. he was a certain outlet to vent that frustration for being "wrong" in society no matter how hard you try to conform one way or another. the knowledge that even if you are different, you still have people backing you up. his fucking friendships, guys. jim and bones. yes i know his friendship with jim is also inherently romantic dont worry im spirk #1 shipper but that’s not relevant here because, and forgive me for being pessimistic, i don’t believe for a second that these writers are going to lean into spirk anytime soon. their relationship went beyond friendship or romance or any of that stuff. coughs in the roddenberry footnote.

what i’m trying to say here, in layman’s terms, is that giving a friendless character a romantic relationship is exactly how you alienate a character. name one person you know in real life that can survive healthily with one single relation, that being their romantic partner that they have no friendly base of. you can’t. that’s a toxic relationship. that’s not romance, that’s alienation. that’s isolation. that’s loneliness. and that’s the OPPOSITE OF WHAT EXPLORING SPOCK’S HUMAN SIDE IS SUPPOSED TO DO TO HIM .

by stripping spock of his friends, and forcing his arc to be purely romantic, you have essentially stripped the character of all he is. i'd be mad if chapel was a dude, too, honestly speaking. but beyond that, corralling spock of all people into a heterosexual romantic relationship is – well. it's a choice i don't think i can ever agree with. the best way i can describe such a choice is like a dissonant chord – you can pluck the notes and they'll sound fine on their own, but when you put them together they will clash. there is nothing you can do with your fingers to play the same notes and not cause the clash. they will always clash. it is dissonance ringing through you, an inherent wrongness coupled with writing that is lazy and clearly meant for a very specific audience. snw spock is bad writing, fanservice, and extraordinarily out of character. notes i can tolerate on their own, but strung together – dissonant.

i really want to like snw. fuck, i love la'an, i love erica, i love jim (!!! thank you paul wesley for making him a nerd, and kind (glares at AOS), and generally a jim kirk that i can look at and say, "yeah, that's jim alright"), i love uhura, i love una, i love m'benga and i love pike but i hate spock. i really, truly, cannot like snw when i have to pause the show and take an irritated deep breath in every time i see chapel approach spock. it's – frustrating, and alienating, and wrong. so, so wrong. 

[who-dat-homeless]

Oh fucking HELL ALL BURNING ALL DEVOURING LET ME RECAP THE FUCKING STAR TREK MOTION PICTURES

So we start with Spock failing his spiritual practice because he senses the creature that can answer his questions AND because his man is again up to some dubious shit. AND IT'S REALLY FUCKING OBVIOUS that Spock is very much not happy about failing this spiritual thing, I'd've even said he's disappointed and ashamed of himself. Also he's for the life of him can't look at Kirk. Okay.

Then he goes and mindmelds with this creature, comes out of it, and first - he focken laughs. Needless to remind that in original series he only laughed when he was either drugged or possesed, AND THIS TIME HE LAUGHS AT HIS OWN WILL. okay. fine. im fine. Second - he focken grabs Kirk and says that he should've realized it all along - despite the pure logic of the machine (it being emotionless - the thing spock tried to achieve all those years away from kirk) it's cold, barren, it lacks beauty and fascination. With all it's might it still cannot comprehend (and at this point he grabs kirk's arm) this simple feeling. AND THEN THIS TO HOMO GAYS LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE THEY'RE ABOUT TO SCREAM AND CRY. GOOD. COOL. OKAY. FINE. NICE.

Then mister Spock says that machine is like a child, and it's needs, and as many of us - HE LOOKS AT KIRK - needs without knowing what it needs. YEAH MAN TELL US. TELL US. OKAY COOL FINE GREAT NICE AWESOME.

at the end of the film machine evolves because it has known love and therefore it know has feeling. Spock says it might be their next step in evolution and when mccoy tries to tease him and says that now it has to deal with illogical human emotions SPOCK. THE MAN WHO THIS WHOLE TIME WAS SPITTING AT THE EMOTIONS AND MAKING A BIG STATEMENT THAT HE FOR THE LOVE OF LIFE DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING WITH EMOTIONS AND HOW STUPID THEY ARE, is like "yeah sure, now it has to deal with emotions". Calmly. Without a fight. He's just admitting it.

And when everyone assume he would want to go back on vulcan and continue his practice he's like "nope i don't need it anymore I'm staying here"

And now I NEED YOU TO EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THE FUCK ELSE CAN I READ THIS MOVIE EXCEPT FOR "SPOCK, PREVIOUSLY ASHAMED OF HIS LOVE, FINALLY FOUND BEAUTY IN IT AND MADE PIECE WITH HIS EMOTIONS AND HIS LOVE TOWARDS KIRK.

EXPLAIN.

PLEASE.

I'LL BE WAITING.

[adamantiumspy]

of bar brawls and bruises

part 1

pairing: bones x reader

summary: you, captain pike's daughter, are one of bones' best friends, so when he discovers his feelings for you may run deeper than friendship he has a hard time acting normal about it... and then your ex comes back into the picture

word count: 6272

warnings: swearing, drinking, bar fights

notes: I'm embarrassed by how long it took me to write this after part 1 but here it is! this is the same fic as part 1 but told entirely from bones' perspective (both fics can be read in any order)

“She’s been avoiding me.”

Jim looks up from his lunch to glance at Bones. “Who?”

“Pike.”

Jim shakes his head. “She hasn’t been avoiding you. Why would she be avoiding you?”

“I don’t know.” Bones runs a hand over his face. “But I’m losing sleep over it. I’ve been thinking about every recent interaction I’ve had with her to try and figure out what I’ve done and I’ve come up with nothing.”

“When was the last time you talked to her?” Jim asks, taking a bite from his sandwich.

“Two days ago,” Bones replies, picking at his fries.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t exactly call that avoiding you.”

“But the conversation lasted all of two minutes. I asked her how the plants in the greenhouses were doing and if she’d have time to hang out after she was done. She gave me the plant update but said nothing about hanging out and then scurried off.”

“Maybe some of the plants aren’t doing well. You know how she gets when they’re sick or dying,” Jim says, popping a fry in his mouth.

“She usually tells me that. And it’s not just that interaction. The last few movie nights she’s sat next to you when she usually sits next to me. When I run into her in the hallways she hesitates, like she didn’t expect or even want to see me. And...” Bones looks down at his plate. “And she doesn’t smile at me much anymore.”

“She doesn’t smile at you?” Jim asks incredulously.

“Yeah, she used to give me these big, beaming smiles. They made me feel like the sun was shining on me. And now I’m lucky if I get a small one.”

Jim stares at Bones. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Bones asks.

“You’re in love with her.”

“What?” Bones’ eyes widen. “What are you talking about? She’s our best friend.”

“Our best friend that you’re hopelessly in love with,” Jim says, pointing at him with a fry. “C’mon, Bones. You’ve kept track of how often she sits next to you. You noticed when her smile changed. You’re in love with her.”

Bones blinks. “But I’ve felt the same way about her for as long as we’ve known her.”

Jim raises a brow. “Then you’ve been in love with her for as long as we’ve known her.”

Bones thinks back over the years. “Oh... Oh... Oh no... That must be why she’s avoiding me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She must’ve figured out I’m in love with her and she doesn’t know how to let me down gently.”

“How would she have figured it out? You didn’t even know.” Having run out of fries, Jim reaches across the table and starts stealing from Bones’ abandoned plate.

“I don’t know. Maybe I subconsciously made a move. It’s the only thing that makes any logical sense.”

“Remind me to get Spock to give you a lesson in logic.”

“Fuck off.” Bones leans back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest.

“Bones,” Jim starts, brushing the crumbs from his hands and giving his friend his full attention. “I think you’re reading too much into this. Pike is definitely not avoiding you on purpose, okay?”

“But–”

“If anything, she’s avoiding everyone. She’s holed up in the greenhouses all day because she insists on doing the work herself. But if you’re so worried, I’ll think of something to get her to come out with us.”

“Like what?”

Jim thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers, eyes widening. “That new nightclub I pointed out to you the other day! We’ll get the whole gang to go, that way she can’t say no!”

“Jim–”

Jim jumps to his feet. “Nope, no arguing. I’m gonna go put the wheels in motion.”

Before Bones can stop him, Jim runs out of the diner, leaving him to pay for the food and make his way back to his quarters alone. When he gets back to his accommodations, he doesn’t turn on any lights. He throws his jacket onto the bed, grabs himself a drink, sits on the couch, and starts to think.

He starts to think about you.

Bones always knew his feelings for you were deep, but the moment Jim said the word ‘love’ he knew he was truly fucked. Before, thoughts of you usually involved mental notes to mention something that reminded him of you, or the sound of your laugh on loop in his head. Now that he knows his feelings are love, those thoughts have become... significantly less pure.

One look at his bed has him imagining you in it. He imagines your lips trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his chest. He imagines how your lips would feel wrapped around his–

No. No. You are one of his best friends. He cannot be thinking about you like that. You wouldn’t want him thinking about you like that. And then, as if to taunt him, his imagination conjures up the inverse scenario, him kissing up your thigh until he reaches that point right between your legs. Bones blinks. Dying would surely be preferable to the torture he is putting himself through.

Jim bursts through the door without knocking, sending the last thoughts of you flying out of Bones’ mind. Bones scrambles to grab a pillow to place over his lap.

“Jim, what–”

“My plan has been executed!” Jim exclaims, brushing past Bones and heading straight for his closet. He throws open the doors and starts sifting through the hangers. “I’ve spread the word to most of the crew, so the club will be packed. Plus I ran into Uhura and Sulu and, once I explained everything, they were more than happy to go and cajole Pike into joining.”

“When you say you explained everything...” Bones narrows his eyes at his best friend.

“Oh, not that. Your secret’s safe with me. I just mentioned how Pike’s been distant lately and they seemed to agree.” Jim throws a shirt and some pants at Bones. “Wear this.”

Bones doesn’t even argue. He’s learned there’s no point when it comes to Jim, especially when he’s on a mission. Bones gets up, the remaining evidence of his daydreams now gone, and changes out of his clothes and into the dark jeans and button up shirt.

He’s barely done rolling up the sleeves to his elbows before Jim is dragging Bones out of his quarters, down the hall to Jim’s room so he can quickly change, then back out again to head to the club.

The nightclub is just opening when they arrive. Besides them, there are about five other people—locals—three huddled in a booth and two more at the bar. Bones shoots Jim a look.

“We couldn’t’ve waited an hour? Waited for more of the crew?”

Jim claps Bones on the back. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, you wanna be here before Pike gets here.”

“I think you just wanted to start drinking already.” Bones watches as Jim flags down the bartender.

Jim grins at him. “You know me too well.”

The bartender passes them two glasses of whiskey. The pair clink their glasses together before taking a sip of their first drinks of the night.

As time passes, the crew starts trickling in. Scotty shows up after half an hour, Keenser trailing behind him. Spock arrives ten minutes later and beelines directly towards them, taking up his usual spot at Jim’s side. Chekov and Sulu get there after an hour. Jim pulls Sulu aside to ask him something, but they talk too quietly for Bones to hear anything. Even if he could make out what they were saying, it wouldn’t make much difference. His gaze hardly lingers from the doors, anxiety rising with every passing minute. You’re not here yet. Why aren’t you here yet? He definitely did something to upset you.

Bones feels Jim’s hand on his shoulder.

“You know,” Jim starts, “staring at the door isn’t gonna make her appear any faster.”

Bones nearly chokes on his drink. “I’m not staring.”

Jim gives him a teasing smile. “No, of course you’re not.”

“I just...” Bones’ gaze flicks back to the doors. He can barely see it now, the club is so packed. “What if...”

“None of that,” Jim says. “She’ll be here.”

Another hour goes by before you and Uhura walk through the doors to the nightclub. Bones forgets how to breathe. A warmth fills his chest at the sight of you, so full of love and hope that he wonders how he ever thought it was just friendship. Your hair is down, framing your beautiful face, and your dress... your dress. He catches a glimpse of your bare thigh through the slit in your dress and a thousand dirty thoughts enter his mind before he can stop himself.

“There you two are!” Jim calls, waving the women over. “I was about to send out a search party!”

In the time it takes you and Uhura to fight through the crowd, Bones banishes the dirty thoughts from his mind. Regardless of how he feels, something is definitely going on with you. You need him as a friend right now, and he intends to show you that friendship is all he expects from you.

When you finally join the group, Bones gives you a smile.

“Woah, darlin’,” he says. “You look incredible.”

Bones freezes. Uhura says something to you, then you look at him and say something else, but he hears none of it. He just complimented your appearance. Sure, he’s called you darlin’ before, and he’s given you plenty of compliments on your clothes, but never has he complimented how you look in your clothes. That wasn’t very 'friendship only’ of him.

Jim saves him, swooping in and carrying you off to the dancefloor, most of the others following behind. Bones slumps against the bar, left with only his drink and Spock.

“Are you alright, Doctor?” Spock asks.

Bones opens and shuts his mouth a few times before downing the rest of his drink.

“I’m fine, Spock,” Bones says, placing the glass on the bartop. “Just a little out of it today, is all. I’ll be right back.”

Bones escapes to the men’s room. He’s grateful when he sees there’s no one else in there, marching straight to the sink and splashing some water on his face. He needs to get it together. He tells himself nothing’s really changed. You two are friends, you don’t know he’s in love with you, and the fastest way to fix whatever is causing you to be distant is to act normal.

Bones stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. He can do that, can’t he? Act normal around you? Maybe he’ll have more luck if he just pretends to act normal. Pretending is something he can definitely do, he reasons. Much easier than forcing himself to revert back to how he felt about you before.

He steels himself, wiping his face of excess water and love, and walks out of the restroom. Bones makes his way back to the bar, where Spock is still stationed. Spock says nothing as Bones rejoins him, and for once he’s grateful for the Vulcan’s quiet nature.

An hour later, you’re bounding over to the pair, gasping for air as you collapse onto the stool between them.

“Worn out already?” Bones teases, flagging down the bartender and motioning for a glass of water. Teasing is allowed, he tells himself. You two tease each other all the time.

“It’s been a while since I broke out my dancing shoes,” you reply. “But Jim doesn’t stop. Where does he get the stamina?”

“I do not know,” Spock says as the bartender slides the glass of water over.

Bones wordlessly passes you the water. You take it, beaming up at him like you used to. For the first time in weeks, he feels like the sun is shining on him. Pretending is definitely working.

“Thank you,” you say, taking a sip of water. “You’re always taking care of me.”

Bones blushes. He ducks his head, hoping you didn’t see. Before he can say anything else, Jim and Scotty bound over to the group.

“You abandoning us already, Pike?” Jim asks, ordering himself another drink.

“Just need a break, is all. Doctor’s orders,” you reply, shooting Bones a begging look.

If you keep looking at him like that, Bones is sure he would do anything you asked.

“That’s right, Jim,” Bones says, keeping his voice as even as possible. “Can’t have one of our best pass out on the dancefloor.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to take her place,” Jim says matter-of-factly.

“Jim, I don’t–” Bones starts, but it’s too late. Jim grabs him by the arm and drags him onto the dancefloor. Within seconds they’re both swallowed up by the crowd.

“How are you doing?” Jim asks once they’re alone... well, as alone as they can be on the dancefloor of a packed nightclub.

“I’m a mess, Jim,” Bones confesses.

“I can see that.”

“I think... I think you’re gonna have to talk to her.”

“Me?” Jim looks at him confused.

“Yeah, you. You’re a neutral party. You can find out why she’s been so distant.”

“Why not you?”

Bones runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Because if I’m the reason, then she’s not gonna tell me, is she? Besides, I... I’m having a hard time treating her like just my friend. I don’t want to burden her with my problem.”

Jim eyes him for a moment. “Yeah, you’re doing a shit job of acting normal.”

“I know.”

Jim sighs. “Okay, fine. I’ll talk to her.”

The pair push their way off of the dancefloor and make their way back to the bar, only to find you missing. Scotty looks concerned and Spock is... well... Bones has never seen the Vulcan look so angry.

“What’s going on?” Jim asks. “Where’s Pike?”

Scotty starts to explain, bumbling through an interaction it was clear he didn’t quite understand. When he says the names ‘Matthew’ and ‘Anja’, Bones’ blood runs cold. He feels Jim stiffen beside him. The countless stories you’ve told them both over the years about your ex spring to mind, causing Bones’ hands to curl into fists. Spock points them in the direction you went and Bones takes off, Jim running after him.

“Hey, wait.” Jim grabs Bones’ arm, pulling him to a stop. “We’ve gotta have a game plan.”

“The game plan is to go over there and get her the fuck away from them,” Bones spits out.

“We don’t even know if they’re that Matthew and Anja.”

“Did you see Spock?”

Jim drops his shoulders. “Fair point.”

Bones starts moving again, but Jim pulls him back to him.

“Listen,” Jim starts. “Let me take the lead. How’re you at improv?”

“What? What has that got to do with anything?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just do as I do, okay?”

With that, Jim lets him go and they continue marching across the club, zeroing in on the booth you’re seated at with two strangers. Without waiting for an invitation, they each take a seat on either side of you. You blink at them in surprise.

“There you are. We were wondering where you’d disappeared to.” Jim grins at you, before turning to the other half of the table. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jim Kirk, he’s Leonard McCoy. You are?”

“Matthew Williams and Anja Antos,” the man—Matthew—replies smugly. What a prick. The woman—Anja—rakes her eyes over Jim and Bones. Bones shifts slightly closer to you.

“Matthew and Anja,” Jim repeats, turning back to you. “That Matthew and Anja?”

You give a slight nod. Jim immediately scooches closer to you, throwing his arm across the back of your seat. Bones follows his lead, mimicking Jim’s actions and ignoring the butterflies he feels from being so close to you.

“We’ve heard lots about you, Matthew,” Bones spits out. “About you both.”

“And how do you two know Pike?” Anja asks.

“We’re her boyfriends,” Jim says.

Bones does his best to hide his surprise. He can feel his heartbeat in his throat.

“I mean, we’re also coworkers,” Jim continues casually. Bones considers killing him. “I’m the captain of the Enterprise, McCoy’s the CMO, and Pike’s one of my science officers. But I feel like the whole relationship thing supersedes all that.”

Time seems to slow. Bones tries to regulate his breathing. He needs to sell this lie, for your sake. And then he realizes he doesn’t have to lie. He can just let himself be in love with you out in the open. At least for as long as this charade lasts.

Maybe he doesn’t have to kill Jim.

You suddenly lean against his chest and, for the first time that evening, he relaxes against you, draping his arm around your shoulders. He watches you curl your hand in Jim’s, then looks up to see Matthew and Anja taking the scene in.

“You’re both her boyfriends?” Matthew asks incredulously.

“Yep,” Bones replies.

“So how’d you all end up together?” Anya asks challengingly.

“Oh, honey, why don’t you tell them?” Jim turns to you.

“Yeah, you tell the story best,” Bones adds.

Bones realizes it’ll be better for you to lay out the terms of this imaginary three-way relationship. Then he and Jim can adjust their actions accordingly.

“We all met at the Academy,” you start. “Jim and Leonard were cadets and I was an instructor’s assistant. We became fast friends.”

“And... what? You fell into a relationship?” Matthew asks.

“No, no, not all at once,” you continue. “It started with me and Jim. He was a charmer, swept me off my feet. Nobody knows how to make me laugh like Jim does. And it was just the two of us for a while, until one day I woke up and realized I’d fallen in love with Leonard.”

Bones forgets how to breathe again. He’s beaming at you before he can stop himself. You look up at him, returning his smile with a smaller one.

“In hindsight, I should’ve seen it coming,” you continue, eyes still on Bones. “Loving Leonard is like breathing, always there but you’re never aware of it unless you concentrate hard enough.”

Bones decides he’s going to pretend every word out of your mouth is true. At least until this charade is over. He’s already growing far too fond of how happy they make him.

Your gaze snaps back to Matthew and Anya. “I told Jim immediately because I’m not a cheater. To my surprise he said he was willing to share, providing Leonard felt the same.”

“And you two are happy with sharing?” Matthew asks.

“We’re happy with any bit of love we can get from her. She’s an incredible woman.” Jim grins.

“If it were up to us,” Bones says, “we’d be married already.”

The moment the words leave his lips, he realizes how true they are. He’s only consciously known how he feels about you for less than a day, but he can’t imagine living a life without you. Bones’ gaze slips back to you, but you’re still looking at Matthew and Anja.

“Baby,” Anja says, addressing Matthew. “I need a new drink.”

“Of course,” Matthew replies, turning to the other half of the table. “If you’ll excuse us for a moment.”

As Matthew and Anja move towards the bar, Jim whispers, “I don’t think they fully bought it.”

“Of course they didn’t buy it,” you whisper back. “They were never gonna buy me having two partners. They still think no one would associate themselves with me of their own free will.”

“They’ll buy it if you kiss one of us.” Jim looks over at Bones.

Bones is definitely going to kill him.

You widen your eyes at Jim. “If I what?”

Bones’ mind races. He wants to kiss you. He wants to kiss you badly. But he also doesn't want to force it, so he decides to put you at ease and give you options.

“If you’re worried about our willingness, darlin’, don’t be,” Bones says. “Jim and I got you into this mess and we’re gonna get you out of it. The last thing we want is for those two assholes to think they’ve one-upped you.”

You look between Jim and Bones. A part of Bones hopes you pick Jim. He doesn’t think his heart could take it if he knew the taste of your lips and knew he could never kiss you again.

Bones isn’t ready for it when you tilt your face up and press your lips against his. He freezes for half a second before his body takes over, gently cupping your face in his hand, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. This is better than he ever could have imagined.

He doesn’t want the kiss to end, but he’s running out of oxygen. You both take in air, breaths mingling in the space between you, but he doesn’t pull away and neither do you. He hopes beyond hope that he doesn’t look as lovestruck as he feels.

“Did they see?” you finally murmur.

“Yeah, they saw,” Jim confirms.

Bones eyes you carefully as you pull away from him.

“I, uh... I think I need some air,” you say.

Jim rises to let you out of the booth, retaking his seat once you’re standing. Before you slip away, you lean down and press a kiss against Jim’s cheek.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“I’ve allegedly got two boyfriends, don’t I?” you reply.

Jim chuckles as you slip away and out of the club. Once you’re gone, he turns to Bones, smiling smugly.

“How was the kiss?”

“Fuck off,” Bones says, but there’s no bite behind it. His gaze still lingers on the club doors.

“C’mon,” Jim nudges. “Let’s get back to the rest of the group.”

The pair abandon the booth, heading back to the bar. They find Spock and Sulu, each nursing their own drinks, eyes glued to the club doors.

“What’s going on?” Jim asks.

Chekov appears through the doors and makes his way over to them.

“She says she is going back to her room,” he announces.

Bones’ shoulders slump. He fights every instinct inside him telling him to go after you. If it were any other time, he would, but he suspects he’s part of the reason you don’t want to come back. Better to leave you be for the night.

Scotty and Uhura make their way over from the dancefloor.

“What’s going on?” Uhura asks.

“Pike went back to the accommodations,” Sulu informs her.

Uhura frowns. “What happened?”

Jim, Bones, and Spock all exchange looks. Then they explain about Matthew and Anja. At the end of the story, Sulu, Uhura, Scotty, and Chekov all look horrified.

“Where are they?” Uhura asks, voice dripping with venom.

“Uhura, don’t,” Jim warns.

“I’m off duty, Captain.”

As the rest of the group tries to talk Uhura down from murdering your ex, Bones tunes them out. He thinks about your kiss instead. He thinks about how soft your lips had felt against his, how you’d melted against him. Now that he’s gotten a taste of you, he wants more. He and Jim will definitely have to talk about this later.

Bones hears your name. It interrupts his train of thought, but it’s not spoken by any of his friends. He turns and sees Matthew and Anja a little ways down the bar.

“What did you just say?” Bones asks, raising his voice.

His friends all stop and look at him, gazes moving down the bar to see Matthew and Anja.

“I think you heard what I said,” Matthew says, turning his body towards Bones.

Bones moves down the bar towards them, the rest of the group trailing after him.

“I’d like you to repeat it.”

Matthew looks from Bones to his friends. “I said Pike only got into the Academy because of her dad.”

“Excuse me?” Jim spits out.

“C’mon, she was seventeen. People rarely get into the Academy when they’re minors.”

“I did,” Chekov says through gritted teeth.

“And I’m sure you got there on your own merits,” Matthew says condescendingly.

“You should leave,” Bones says, voice low.

“Please.” Anja laughs. “You can’t possibly be serious. You can’t all like Pike enough to be defending her like this.”

“Try us,” Sulu says.

“You don’t have to pretend with us.” Matthew smiles knowingly. “I’m sure the only reason she’s still even on the Enterprise is because she’s fucking the captain and the CMO.”

Spock looks more enraged than Bones has ever seen him. Scotty and Sulu both put themselves between him and Matthew so that the Vulcan can calm himself. Jim makes a motion towards Matthew, but Chekov grabs his arm and pulls him back. Uhura is shaking with rage. Bones’ hands are in fists.

“Fuck. Off,” Bones growls.

“Or what?” Matthew taunts.

Bones punches him. Matthew doesn’t have a moment to recover from the unexpected attack before Bones is swinging again, sending him sprawling against the bar, drinks spilling across the bartop and tumbling to the ground. Anja screams, but they all ignore her.

Bones pins Matthew to the bar, punching him again and again. Matthew scrambles for purchase, hand landing on a glass which he smashes across Bones’ face. Bones stumbles backwards. Matthew lunges at him, the pair falling to the ground. Bones wrestles with Matthew, each man throwing a punch or two when he can.

The crew, having frozen at the first punch Bones threw, springs into action. Jim pulls Matthew up and off of Bones, Chekov and Sulu getting their crewmate off the ground. Matthew lunges at Bones again, but Jim pushes him back towards Anja.

“He said fuck off,” Jim spits out.

Matthew looks from Jim to Bones to the rest of the crew. Bruises are starting to form across his face, surrounding cuts that pepper his features. His lips are starting to swell and his nose is definitely broken. Bones doesn’t feel like he looks much better, his face throbbing and his hand hurting like crazy.

“Hey!” the bartender shouted, getting everyone’s attention. “All of you, out!”

Anja pulls Matthew away, the pair scurrying out the doors before any more punches can be thrown. The seven members of the Enterprise crew file out more slowly, breathing in the cool night air.

“Jeez, Bones. You could’ve warned us at least,” Jim says. The others murmur agreements.

“I just did what all of you were thinking,” Bones replies.

“Damn right,” Uhura says.

Jim takes in Bones’ appearance. “Let’s go back to the hotel. I’ll comm M’Benga while we walk over.”

Bones shakes his head. “I’ll take care of myself.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jim starts steering Bones towards their hotel. “Let me at least get Chapel to come and take a look at you.”

“Jim, I’m serious, I can take care of myself.” Bones extracts himself from Jim’s grasp. “Besides, I need to get supplies from the Enterprise anyways.”

Before anyone can say anything, he splits off from the group, heading in the direction of the spaceport. The adrenaline is starting to leave his system, the pain from his injuries becoming more and more apparent. He picks up his pace and before he knows it he’s on the Enterprise, heading towards the medbay. He passes the greenhouses on his way down and he thinks about you for a moment, but the pain is almost overwhelming at this point so the thought of you vanishes almost as quickly as it came.

Bones makes it to the medbay. He opens up the cabinets and is rifling through supplies when the doors to the room whoosh open. He turns in surprise, locking eyes with you. You’re standing in the doorway, taking the scene in, still in that distracting dress and holding gardening shears.

“Jesus Christ, Len!” you exclaim, rushing into the medbay, dropping the shears onto the closest surface.

“Easy, darlin’,” Bones says. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Not as bad as it looks!” You raise a hand and grab a hold of his face by the chin, turning his head this way and that, analyzing the state it’s in. You then turn your attention to his bloody, bruised hand. He can almost see the cogs turning in your head as you take his injuries in.

“You wouldn’t’ve even seen me like this if I hadn’t run out of my damn first aid supplies earlier today. Keenser’s still oozing that highly acidic green goo and a coupla lieutenants got caught in the crossfire.” Bones huffs a laugh, hoping to lighten the mood. He cocks his head towards your shears. “What were you gonna do if it wasn’t me? Snip the intruder to death?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” You eye him for a moment. “Okay, go get on that bed over there.”

“What?”

“I’m playing doctor tonight. I’ll collect the supplies and meet you over there.”

“Darlin’, I can patch myself up just fine.”

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to. Now go on. Get,” you say, waving him towards the bed.

Bones gives a slight smile before heading towards the bed. He sits on the edge, feet dangling over the side. While you collect supplies, he tells himself not to read too much into your actions. You’re helping because you’re one of his best friends. That’s it. He’s not gonna let his love for you get in the way of your kindness.

You walk over to the bed, metal tray in hand loaded with all the supplies you’ll need. You plop the tray down on the bed beside him.

“The other guy better look worse,” you say, falling into the usual banter you share as you grab the rubbing alcohol, dump a bit on a cotton square, and start to clean the wounds on his hand.

“Trust me, he does,” Bones says, grimacing as you move his hand. He doesn’t want to talk about Matthew right now.

You frown at his reaction, putting the cotton square down and grabbing the tricorder. “Oh yeah? Must’ve done something real bad if he made you do something like this. This isn’t really your style. Jim, on the other hand...” You finish scanning his hand, frown deepening. Before Bones can ask about the readings, you say, “You’ve got a hairline fracture at your wrist. You’ll need a brace for that, right?”

Bones nods. “We’ve got some over in that cabinet.”

You walk over to the cabinet Bones identified, grabbing the appropriate brace then walking back to Bones.

“I’m gonna add some salve to your hand before I put on the brace to help with the cuts. I’ll try my best not to hurt you,” you say.

Bones nods again. You apply the healing salve as quickly and carefully as possible. You’re being so gentle with him. Bones gives the occasional wince and you rub your thumb along the side of his hand in comfort. He imagines a scenario where your hand is in his because you want it to be. Where you rub your thumb along his hand because you love him, not because he did something very stupid, something he’s afraid you’re gonna be mad at him for when he tells you.

He watches you as you finish wrapping his hand and slip the brace on. Bones adjusts the straps on the brace to his satisfaction as you grab a fresh cotton square, add rubbing alcohol, and move to the cuts on his face. For easier access, you slot yourself between his legs. Bones’ stomach does a flip.

“What were you thinking, Len? You’re a surgeon. You kinda need your hands to do your job.” You start to clean the wounds on his face.

Bones fights a smile. You only call him Len when it’s just the two of you, and because you’ve been avoiding him he hasn’t heard you say it in weeks. And now you’ve said it twice.

“My hand will heal. Besides, if I hadn’t, Jim would’ve. Hell, Spock would’ve.” Bones winces as you pass the cotton square over the largest of the cuts.

“Spock? Our Spock?” you ask incredulously, dumping the squares on the tray and reaching for the healing salve. You apply small dabs of the salve on his facial wounds.

“Sulu and Scotty nearly had to hold him back,” Bones says.

“Jesus. Who was this guy and what did he do?”

Despite his fear, Bones refuses to lie to you. “It was Matthew.”

You freeze, focusing your gaze to meet Bones’.

“What did... what did he say?” you ask quietly.

Bones keeps his eyes on you. “He was talkin’ shit, insulting you. Started by sayin’ you only got into the Academy because of your dad. It only escalated from there. The middle part’s a bit fuzzy, but I remember he said something about how the only reason you’re still on the Enterprise is because you’re fucking the captain and the CMO. Which is just...” Bones clenches his jaw in anger. “Maybe sleeping with Jim would come with perks, but me? You outrank me. Sleeping with me wouldn’t...” Bones cuts himself off. He wants to tell you the truth but that doesn’t mean he has to reveal his feelings for you. “Anyway, I wasn't gonna let his comments slide, and neither was Jim. Our made-up three-way relationship aside, you are one of the only people in all of Starfleet that’s worth a damn. You run circles around both of those assholes. We tried to tell them to fuck off, but they wouldn’t listen. Chekov was holding Jim back, Sulu and Scotty were blocking Spock, and I guess Uhura thought I’d be rational enough not to get violent. She thought wrong. It was all over before it really started, lots of broken glass and spilled drinks, but I got a few good punches in.”

You lean up and press a kiss against Bones’ cheek, stunning him into silence.

“Wha... What was that for?” he finally asks.

“For defending my honor,” you say. “Thank you, Len.”

“Here I was thinkin’ you’d be upset,” Bones murmurs.

“Matthew’s an asshole. Anja too. They could get blown up on a starship for all I care.”

Bones chuckles as you finish lathering his injuries in the healing salve. You wipe your hand of excess salve and then grab the bandages. Bones lets you continue to work in silence, watching you as you place butterfly bandages on the largest of his facial wounds.

“Okay,” you say. “All done.”

“Got me all patched up, Doc?” Bones teases.

“As best I could.” You gather all the used supplies and place them on the metal tray. “You’ll need to ice that black eye and change the bandages every once in a while, but you already knew that. And I’m guessing you know how long you need to wear that brace for, or will at least have M’Benga look you over as soon as possible.”

Bones nods. “Thank you, darlin’. You didn’t have to do all this, you know.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Len. I care about you. This is the least I would do for someone I care about.”

You care about him. Bones has always known you care about him, but the way you just said it makes him hope that you might... that if he just...

“I love when you call me Len.”

Bones watches your face intently, but your expression doesn’t change. Shit. He just made a fool of himself for nothing.

“I love when you call me darlin’.”

Bones blinks at the returned confession. He thinks he imagined it. You both stare at each other, unmoving. Bones breaks the silence before you do.

“I wanted to say sorry.”

You furrow your brow. Bones thinks he’s definitely making a mess of this, but he’s too far in now. He has to see it through.

“What for?” you ask.

“For everything back at the club. Jim and I should’ve told you what we had planned beforehand. And I’m especially sorry you had to kiss me.”

“I didn’t have to kiss you, Len. I chose to.”

“Still, you wouldn’t’ve if we hadn’t put you in an awkward position.”

“That’s not true,” you murmur.

Bones blinks at you, eyes flicking to your lips. Neither of you moves, simultaneously too afraid to stick to the status quo or break it.

You make the first move again, kissing him softly. He sighs against your lips and wraps his arms around your waist. You press yourself against him, parting your lips to deepen the kiss, your hands cupping his face.

When you part for air, Bones resolves to confess. If this is going to happen, he wants to be all in.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.

You pull back. “You love me?”

Bones gives you a soft smile. “C’mon, darlin’, you must’ve known.”

You shake your head. “Uhura and Sulu tried to tell me, but I thought they were just teasing me.”

Bones furrows his brow. “Why would that tease you?”

“Because I love you.” You run your thumbs across his cheeks. “God, Len, I am so in love with you.”

Warmth blooms in Bones’ chest, all the love and hope he’d tried to squash coming back to wash over him. He pulls you into another kiss and you giggle against his lips.

“What?” Bones asks.

“Uhura and Sulu are going to be insufferable for a while,” you say.

Bones grins. “You think they’re going to be insufferable? Wait until Jim finds out.”

You both laugh. Then he kisses you again. And again. And again.

[t0ast-ghost]

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home thoughts!!!

Love me some good ol’ treks and I know this is the one with the whales (which reminds me of hitchhikers guide to the galaxy)

Warning for spoiling the whole movie (don’t cry over spoiled movie if you don’t have to! Go watch it for yourself!)

Let’s get going:

- A LEONARD NIMOY FILM ?!?

- okay Harve Bennett. I see you in the credits.

- I like the Saratoga crew. Too bad they’re probably gonna die immediately

- HIII SAREK!!! God he’s hot I hate him so much

- “Personal bias! His son was saved by Kirk.” His son is also married to Kirk so…

- McCoy got to choose the name of the ship :))

- Kirk’s wearing the same shirt.. oh wait they all are nvm

- Spock on a rock

- Hi Amanda!

- “Spock, the retraining of your mind has been in the Vulcan way so you may not understand feelings, but as my son, you have them.”

- Amanda trying to tell Spock that his friends care about him so much that they go against what is logical and it mirrors how in journey to babel Spock was not willing to sacrifice the good of the many (the ship) for the good of the one (his father) so I’m wondering if they will have an arc for him realizing that sometimes you want the one and not the many

- I like the problems they keep having with projectors/videos. Or not exactly problems but in the beginning they had to ask multiple times for the video to stop playing and here they are just talking over the transmission in the background. It adds a sense of confusion and havoc that I think makes it delightfully more realistic

- The Bird of Prey is such a beautiful design

- “I did not wish to be shot down on the way to our own funeral.” lol nice Chekov

- Nooo Spock and Saavik don’t have the mentor/mentee vibes anymore :(((

- Kirk really wants Spock to call him Jim… he misses his husband :(

- Bones is right. And then he leaves Kirk with the “That’s what I thought.” And the entire bridge crew is just like ‘don’t engage, look away, the husbands are fighting but just don’t look.’

- The copy pasted Saavik and Amanda

- “Hi. Busy?” McCoy sliding over to Spock

- McCoy just say you’re happy he’s back. He misses his verbal sparring buddy omg

- “Forgive me, Doctor, I’m receiving a number of distress calls.” McCoy is SHOCKED like, ‘did he just purposely reject me???’ I’m crying

- sad! Your husband died and now he doesn’t want to fight with you!!

- hi bitch! (It’s Sarek)

- THEY PUT EYELINER ON CHEKOV!

- THE PROBE SOUNDS LIKE WHALES ???

- so the transmission is for whales. That’s cool.

- Uhura would make a sick DJ. She’s remixing the whale sounds

- “Bones, you stay here.” “No way. Somebody’s got to keep an eye on him.” He’s trying to look out for his husbands

- love sci fi that is like ‘sea creatures interacting with space hmmm yess I think it will’ cause if you think about it, there’s a lot of sea that is unexplored just like space (yeah I’m talking about HGttG again)

- SPOCK SAYS SAVE THE FUCKING WHALES

- McCoy DOES NOT want them to travel back in time

- HII CHAPEL HIIII

- The chaos in the control room with someone on the screen talking over everyone else in the room… perfection

- Sometimes Kirk sounds like Seth Macfarlane

- “You really gonna try time travel in this rust bucket?” “We’ve done it before.” “Sure. Slingshot around the sun, pick up enough speed and you’re in time warp. If you don’t, you’re fried.” “You prefer to do nothing?” “I prefer a dose of common sense. You’re proposing that we go backwards in time, find humpback whales, then bring them froward in time, drop them off, and hope to hell they tell this probe what to go do with itself.” “That’s the general idea.” “Well, that’s crazy.” “You have a better idea? Now’s the time.” Yep. That summarizes it better than I could ever. How McCoy stays married to this man is a mystery

- The command base hears that Kirk is going to time travel and PANICS

- “May fortune favour the foolish.” Good Kirk line

- The ship is actively falling apart

- They’re back in time!

- Sulu lore! he was born in sanfransico or however you spell it

- McCoy trying not to laugh at Spock’s little bandana. Kirk smiles for a second and then remembers himself

- THEYRE IN THE WILD! SET LOSE! Who let them roam free?!

- Winchell’s Donut House. Wonder if that’s still open. Or real. Damn, I want donuts.

- Kirk almost getting run over “Well a double dumbass on you!” And then he throws up his hands omg I love him

- They’re all slaying

- “The rest of you, break up. You look like a cadet review.” They’re all kinda lost tho

- Spock in the pawn shop is looking like, ‘those were a birthday present from our husband. Why would you give them away :(‘

- Kirk and his powerful skills of deduction. He won’t let Spock just infodump :(

- They’re all really good looking.

- UHURA AND CHEKOV TEAM UP! Something I didn’t know I needed (I need it)

- NO LITTLE RUSSIAN BOY! Don’t ask for directions from a cop to a nuclear weapons base in the 1980s!

- SPOCK NERVE PINCHING THE PUNK ON THE BUS LOL

- “No one pays attention to you unless you swear every other word.” WELL. Okay. I’m not offended. At all.

- Spock frowning at the whales dying on the screen

- “To hunt a species to extinction is not logical.” There’s a lot of times you think ‘Vulcans can be emotionless which could equal cruelty’ but looking at this, humans with emotions turn out more cruel because that is an emotion. We want and are greedy. It’s surprising that Vulcans are friends with humans because of just how much illogical carnage we have wrought. Anyway.

- Hey Jim. Where’s Spock?

- Kirk becoming more and more worried that he can’t find Spock. And then he turns around AND HES IN THE TANK.. this is why McCoy wants to come along. Jim cannot watch him well enough

- Spock’s ass can’t believe he went in there to mind meld with the whales

- Sopping wet Spock

- “The hell they did.” SPOCK SWEAR OMG

- “Can’t you remember?” “The hell I can’t.” I love him so much, he’s being a little shit, this is on purpose. I think writers should let him say hell and other expletives more often

- “Oh come on, Bob! I don’t know about you, but my compassion for someone is not limited to my estimate of their intelligence.” DID YALL IN THE BACK HEAR THIS???

- Uhura and Chekov on the beach with the seagulls

- Gillian’s got a “I ❤️ whales” sticker on her truck. I love her.

- “I think he did a little to much LDS.” I think Kirk meant to say Spock does LSD? I’m assuming?

- This lady just picked up two husbands trying to save the whales.. that’s very lucky for her

- “Are you sure it isn’t time for a colourful metaphor.” LET SPOCK SAY FUCK

- “You guys like Italian?” Spock and Kirk proceeding to fight by saying no and yes repeatedly is my favourite

- They’re just letting Scotty and McCoy roam around???

- I love McCoy and Scotty improvising together, and Scotty going off and getting upset

- “May my assistant join us?” “Don’t bury yourself in the part.”

- Sulu just gets to nerd out about helicopters

- McCoy sitting on any and all surfaces like it’s a chair. Scotty joining him.

- McCoy handing Scotty the mouse like he’s so proud of himself

- McCoy’s got his ✨dazzling✨ eyes on rn

- “We’d be altering the future.” “Well, how do you know he didn’t invent the thing.” Scotty. That’s not how time travel works.

- So basically McCoy gets Jim and Spock out of trouble but gets into trouble when he’s with Scotty

- THEYRE JUST LEAVING SPOCK IN THE PARK oh wait he’s going to the ship

- Get yourself a partner who would cry over whales

- “I’m from Iowa, I only work in outer space.” This man smh

- Oh no. Get Chekov out of there. Holy shit.

- “Must be the radiation.” He proceeds to throw the phaser at the guy and then runs out the door

- Gillian not afraid to slap Bob over whales

- Did- did Sulu steal a helicopter? Yes. Yes he did.

- Gillian sees Spock with his ears and eyebrows and she’s like ‘yeah makes sense’

- “Admiral, may I suggest that Dr. McCoy is correct?” Spock agrees with McCoy. 208 dead, 15 injured

- Gillian is surrounded by the polycule. She just wants her whales to be safe.

- McCoy is literally the best. He saw this person suffering and then immediately helped

- “Uh, excuse me, we’ll take that.” They steal the gurney and Gillian immediately hops onto it. I love her.

- “This woman has immediate postprandial upper abdominal distension.” “What did you say she’s got?” “Cramps” McCoy saw the security and went ‘Yep they’re stupid’ he didn’t even bother with a proper lie

- In an argument between a 20th century doctor and McCoy, I would bet McCoy any and every time

- I love when McCoy is just.. appalled at old medicine

- Chekov slowly regaining awareness and he lifts his head only for Kirk to push his face down with a, ‘not now, Pavel.’

- I like how the crew right now have been using Chekov’s first name and are protective of him.

- Sulu immediately being there to help Chekov get back on the ship 🥺🥺🥺

- This woman is so into whales that she would time travel for them

- Is McCoy sitting on the console and leaning over it to talk to talk to Spock? Yes, yes he is.

- “Well, then you’re just gonna have to take your best shot.” “Best shot?” “Guess, Spock.” “Guessing is not in my nature, Doctor.” “Well, nobody’s perfect.” He lets that last line drawl and then stares at Spock for a little too long. That’s flirting.

- That was the most intense countdown. I felt like something might happen to the whales within those ten seconds and I was worried

- “So I will make a… guess.” McCoy is rubbing off on Spock

- “No, Spock. He [Kirk] means that he feels safer about your guesses than most other people’s facts.” Hehe

- She was so happy just staring at her whales but then Kirk goes and interrupts that

- “I belong here, I am a whale biologist.” They are so lucky that they ran into someone THIS interested in whales

- McCoy resists the urge to just look at Spock when they’re travelling back to their time

- I like how there’s a hatch leading outside on the bridge… of a spaceship.

- forgot how hot Kirk’s poofy sleeves are

- They have a scene where everyone just gets absolutely drenched

- I’m so glad they didn’t have subtitles for the whales and probes. It’s more realistic for the universe. Starfleet doesn’t know what they’re saying, the crew doesn’t know what they’re saying, we shouldn’t know what they’re saying. It’s not how the universe works.

- They’re cheering for whales. I love when people cheer for things

- They’re all playing in the water omg this is adorable

- hi bitch (Sarek)

- Jim walks in with McCoy right behind him and Spock goes to join them from where he’s sitting

- I love Scotty’s little moustache it’s so :<

- McCoy is NOT listening, he’s got like nyan cat theme playing in his head

- THEY GAVE HIM COMMAND OF A STARSHIP FOR DISOBEYING ORDERS?!?

- I think McCoy should run up to Spock and Kirk and get them to kiss here

- Scott and Sulu arguing over which ship they think they’ll get <3

- McCoy is leaning so sluttily on the new bridge

The credits just showing pictures of each of the cast is adorable

See ya on the flip flop

Masterpost

[emilinqa]

what do you think about the search for spock

LOLL thank you for asking. i wasnt expecting someone to actually send me an ask when i said that but youve opened pandoras box. so.

i think the thing about the search for spock that makes it stick in my head so bad is that in reality its like. a mid movie. its okay. it falls short in almost everything it tries to do but it hits the emotional highs and lows and looks good which means it gets by just fine. it's one of those 80s movies where you get about an hour in and realize oh okay the plot is happening. like this is it. TMP suffers a little bit in this way too but its also why i find myself thinking about it much more than the "good" movies.

the curse of tmp and tsfs that particularly riddles me is that i think they have some really interesting things going on conceptually that never come to fruition-- not necessarily at fault of the movie because they're ultimately minor and i dont really know how they would explore them in greater ways-- but that i find personally very compelling. i've said this before but i yearn for a star trek space horror movie so deeply and im not gonna punish either tmp nor tsfs for not being something they're not trying to be but i think the horror elements of both movies are really untapped in terms of fan exploration/meta/content. the spock/mccoy stuck in the same body mind meld thing is played mostly for laughs (because it is a good bit. and very funny) but honestly i find the fact it like. physically makes mccoy sick and absolutely freaks everyone the fuck out like good for haunting reasons.

THIS SCENE in particular i think hits the mark on the weird creepy aspect of mccoy being partially posessed by spocks katra

it also helps its shot and lit clearly with some horror influences in mind; the way bones is sitting creepily in the chair while spocks voice speaks through him, enshrouded in shadow, etc.. of course the movie has to split itself between the ship and what's happening on the genesis planet but i really would have loved some more of these moments where spock is Haunting the enterprise and its freaking everyone the fuck out. there is that bit later on where bones actually speaks in spocks voice on the bridge and kirk turns around like wow bones that was really cool never do that shit again that was freaky as fuck and its mostly just funny but the implication that spocks actual voice can be spoken through mccoys body is something im thinking about. really bad.

i really enjoy the ways the movie shows kirk is so deeply haunted by the death of spock (i mean, the movie opens with him saying "the death of spock is like an open wound" so.) and obviously by extension, mccoy, who is stuck with spocks literal soul in his brain the whole movie. the mind meld scene with sarek is also a really good moment which is also just shot and lit well. are you sensing a theme here. im easily swayed by pretty colors.

this in combination with the weird gross regenerative process spock's body is going through on the genesis planet is very compelling to me. i was talking to a friend about this recently and he brought up that he was imagining that spock and the genisis planet had kind of a symbiosis; that he could feel the terror and disaster of the planet even outside of the biological regeneration process his own body was going through which i thought was fascinating. especially because of all the moments during the series where spock would mind meld with a being everyone else was unable to comprehend as a life form. theres something there.

its not really explored in the movie, and really not in depth in any of the further movies, but i also think spock losing his memory after being rejoined with his body is an interesting addition to the themes of rebirth and memory. the rift created between everyone who remembers spock before and wants to allow the New Spock to be the man he wants to be, but they're ultimately haunted by the lives they all had with him before. kirk having spent a whole life with him, only to lose him, gain him back, and then have spock not really remember what they had before. kirk trying not to resent him for it, spock knowing it doesn't make sense to be hurt that kirk wants him to be something he can't, etc etc. its good stuff.

tldr they should send me back in time so i can make the 80s star trek horror movie ive always wanted.

[thegeminisage]

for never have i ever: amnesia?

HIII thank you both <333

never have i ever written amnesia, believe it or not, even though i'm a HUGE fan, as in, it's my number one bestie. actually, no, i sort of have to take that back...i've lowkey written amnesia INTO larger stuff, but never an amnesia fic on its own. so there's been: a couple of da kmeme fills with fenris who has amnesia (they're lost to the sands of time now), ben originally had amnesia during his djinn dream in @cambionverse (but it got cut and revised), and i wrote derek as having amnesia about his encounters with jennifer in anchor. but not an Actual Amnesia Fic. every time i try to think about how i'd want to do it i sort of...blank out? there's so many ways to do it i get too excited and want to do all of them at once and then something else comes along and grabs my attention. i can't tell you how many times i tried to toss around a leverage amnesia fic and just couldn't settle anywhere.

so, just off the top of my head, as a thought experiment...i'd want it to be trek because that's what i'm into rn. i actually started to formulate this as a generations fixit (kirk in the nexus can't remember his old life/that he died/something something + spock and bones pull him out) but there's a small, small, SMALL chance i might ACTUALLY write a generations fixit (sans amnesia, sadly) so i don't want to do it here and accidentally make myself less likely to do it fr in the future.

my second choice is kira/odo because i have been thinking about them nonstop for a WEEK, possibly longer. since you can't have amnesia without brainwashing, i would have odo get mindwiped and carted back to the founders or whatever. and since it's my fic and i can do what i want odo remembers like, ds9's weak points and security routines but he doesn't remember any of the people or being friends with them. so he's like helping the bad guys do evil bad guy stuff or whatever and then when the good guys are almost beat they board the defiant and he and kira are fighting until she says something important and just as she's about to go down for good he oh my fucking god i'm just rewriting the winter soldier. god damn it. maybe this is the real reason i've ever done an amnesia fic. embarrassing. winter soldier wasn't the thing that introduced me to a love of brainwashed amnesiac assassins but it is the thing that made me crazy about them. ANYWAY. let me try again.

so odo gets his memories wiped so he'll return to that great collective or whatever. and he learns what it means to Be A Changeling. he can perfect the human face like that other evil changeling that i hate. so he doesn't look like odo anymore when he changes into a humanoid form, but also he doesn't do that because THEY only did that to communicate with him and kira, so he doesn't even NEED a humanoid form. and he's like yay im so happy here i love being a changeling :) except when somebody stumbles onto their asteroid or he needs to open a door or whatever requires a humanoid form...he just winds up becoming kira. and maybe he catches sight of his/kira's face in the reflection on the water or something and is like Whoa...who is That and that other changeling lady is like dw about it come back to the goop so he does but he also keeps insisting he can't have made that form w/o seeing her and he wants to know where. and since he's got such a good sixth sense about solving unsolved mysteries he solves his own mystery of who he is and how he got there. meanwhile the ds9 gang are searching EVERYWHEREEE for him and when they finally go check the asteroid odo goes out to meet them in kiraform and is very surprised to see. kira. and everybody else is like who tf is this why is this changeling pretending to be kira but kira knows Right Away it HAS to be odo and so they recognize each other even when they aren't able to recognize each other, which is basically the same thing that happened when they met. and odo either intimidates that other changeling into giving his memories back or he remembers on his own and they leave together and live happily ever after.

WHEW. you guys thought you were throwing me softballs but i was sweating bullets over that thing. kiraodo winter soldier au would be fun as hell though don't lie

[ASK MEME]

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 2 episode 10

mccoy rants like an angry old man

mccoy thinks the vulcan salute is hard. loser

lets hang out with vulcans

fated return of the Bass Guitar of Narrative Tension

milf

vulcan ambassador is spocks dad :0 daddy issues here we come

does he not like spock or something

kinda weird that this is the first time weve gotten a tour of the ship in any way

spocks mom doesnt like that hes autistic

"explain the computer components" /ominous cello plays/

kirk keeps accidentally pressing the daddy issues button in spock

wait, im confused, is spock his surname or his first name? why would they call him mr spock, thats like calling mccoy dr leanord. but also why would his mom refer to him by his surname

spocks dad wanted him to go to vulcan college but he went to starfleet college instead

kirk kind of has some sexual tension with spocks mom. id entertain this if spirk wasnt so obvious

this is once again about the cold war

"youre only 102"

weird plastic pig mask

"this is not the council chamber of babel"

more goofy aliens

sarek is spocks surname?????? his first name is spock???????? this makes no sense!!!!

spock grew up with a fat teddy bear he cherished. mccoy loves this

formal wear on the enterprise is kinda dumb looking

Another Space Ship

spocks dad loves him <3

Space Ship Goes Fast

return of the stupid brandy bottle

Space Political Drama

what are delithium crystals

half of kirks job as captain is stopping pointless arguments

kirk is topless for no reason. thank you so much

kirks back in his dumb wrap shirt :T

the dude spocks dad argued with is dead, evidently from a vulcan technique of execution. obvious red herring is obvious

"vulcans do not approve of violence" YES THEY DO?????? YOU LITERALLY HAD A VIOLENT COURTSHIP RITUAL AT THE START OF THE SEASON??????? YOU ADVOCATED FOR MURDER ALL THOSE TIMES????????????

current theory is his mom did it

ok what the hell is the vulcan naming convention, spocks mom calls spocks dad sarek but shes mrs sarek and hes ambassador sarek so its clearly their surname but why would a wife call her husband her own last name that makes no sense

spocks dad has a vulcan heart attack

spock ur allowed to be worried abt ur dad its ok

spock ur looking suspiciously suspicious rn

Someone On The Ship Is Bad yeah we knew that

pretty sure spocks mom has gone through like three or four different costumes in this episode

spock has to donate A Lot of blood

Nevermind No He Doesnt

spock calls his dad sarek too. what the hell is the name sarek here

Nevermind Yes He Does Have To Donate Blood

kirk midriff spotted

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA KIRK JUST SLAMMED INTO A DUDE WITH HIS ASS

kirks shirt fully rode up his tummy for a bit there. huge fan

kirk passes out <3 night night babygirl

kirk is topless again. good

suddenly spock doesnt want to donate blood bc hes in charge now

spocks mom says Donate Blood Now spock says No Theres A Lot Going On

spocks mom commits a microaggression

spock says if i risk the ships safety to save my dad my dad surely would not approve

spock was bullied as a child :(

spocks mom just slapped him holy shit. thats not cool

kirk is awake but immobile

SPOCKS DAD IS AWAKE????? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE JUST PRETENDING TO DO ALL THIS. OR DID THE ACTOR JUST OPEN HIS EYES FOR A SEC

kirk returns to duty! yay?

the way kirk smiles at spock is kinda....

oh good they didnt forget that vulcan blood is green

night night spock, blood donation time idiot

Weve Been Hit

Weve Been Hit... 2!

Weve Been Hit.... 3!!

Weve Been Hit..... 4!!!

Weve Been Hit...... 5!!!!

Weve Been Hit....... 6!!!!!

Youre Not Even A Real Alien

the enterprise plays dead

get space zapped idiot

yeah this is 100% about the cold war

i do love kirk being exasperated

spocks dad is fine now

spock loves his dad <3

spocks dad married his wife for Logical Reasons i guess

get cared for kirk. idiot.

mccoy resents being seen happy

i love u mccoy

[deepspacedukat]

We all know that chocolate is intoxicating to Vulcans (literally), but do we know if they knew that prior to first contact with earth? I like to imagine they didn’t because there’s no cacao or anything similar to it on Vulcan. I also like to imagine Solkar, probably a few days into his mission on Earth, being handed a mug of hot chocolate on a rainy day, and then getting absolutely plastered on accident.

On the same train of thought (but mostly unrelated; just figured I’d tack it onto this ask to avoid spamming your inbox), imagine being Solkar’s first human woman 👀. We’ve already established the men of Spock’s family overall tend to gravitate more towards human mates, so i think it only makes sense that Solkar would have fallen into bed with one rather soon after first contact.

(New paragraph bc I feel like this could honestly apply to Sarek and Soval, or even Vreenak and Letant as well, not just Solkar) He just finds human women so much more vibrant, so much more lively and passionate than Vulcan women. And their scent….fuck, their scent! Vulcan women have pheromones and whatnot too, but they’re nowhere near as potent as that of human women. And humans can’t even smell it; They have no idea the divine aroma that’s right under their noses! It seems like he’s the only one in the entire room who can smell that the little human woman sitting at the bar is ovulating, practically begging to be bred, leaking pheromones like a sehlat in heat.

Anyway, sorry for the Solkar thirst that came outta left field; I just couldn’t hold it in anymore and it seems like I’m the only one who wants to climb him like a tree lmao

OH. MY. GOD.

Don't you DARE apologize for the Solkar thirst. Listen, that man is fine af, and I also wanna climb him like a tree. I mean??? Look at him???? How dare he be that pretty???

*Ahem*

Anyway, you had comments and questions and things. I should probably answer those lol.

As far as the hot chocolate question goes, I doubt the Vulcans would've known about it prior to their first contact. The only way I could see them possibly knowing about it is if we consider the trio of Vulcans that crash landed and spent time in Carbon Creek. There is the possibility that one of them would have tasted chocolate during their months on Earth, but given how poor that town was, they may not have had chocolate readily available in large enough quantities for the effects to be noticeable. So I'm going to assume that they had no idea, and that Solkar 10000000% got drunk off his ass on hot cocoa during that first contact.

On being Solkar's first Human woman: *feral growling and insistent grabby hands* I NEEEEEEEEEED IT.

I could totally see Solkar landing, doing the first contact official stuff, and then a Human woman catches his eye and he's all "It is only logical that I further relations between our planet by making her my mate. Forever. To use a local colloquialism... no 'take-backsies.'"

I...that whole third paragraph you wrote...just yes. YES. 10000000% ABSOLUTELY. Totally applicable to all of those characters, and I'm so fine about it.

*ahem* Feel free to send as many asks as you want anytime, anon! I thoroughly enjoy them, especially ones like this!! 💖🖖

[hermannsprecursors]

EVIL SPACE CAPTAIN??? ON MY TUMBLR PAGE??? (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

I was drawing Mirror universe stuff all weekend and this is literally the ONLY serious drawing I have to show for it. So uhhh have my mirrorverse Kirk I guess? He's really really hot I had to draw him. I mean he's a fucking irresponsible man baby but at least he's a hot fucking irresponsible man baby. That's the best kind.

If I don't make sense it's because I'm delirious with fever /srs

I'm so horrendously hyperfixated on my mirror universe continuity right now but NO one knows about it but me and that makes me so upset because I can't talk about it and have everyone know what I mean.

OH AND I ALSO HAVE SOME MIRROR SPONES. THEY'RE THERE BELOW THE CUT. BONUS IF YOU'RE INTERESTED

Also also most of my designs were inspired by m0rbs. Someone else can tag him if they want I'm terrified of tagging him myself because when I get attention from my art idols I panic. But I didn't want to not give credit. Yeah. Enjoy Jim and enjoy the Spones beneath the cut that I only put beneath the cut so they don't take away from the sexy irresponsible man baby I'm posting about here.

They're so toxic. The Enterprise hates their weird ass science officers. They try and kill each other all the fucking time and then they end up making out. Bones has killed for Spock. Spock wants Bones dead. It's a horrendous cycle.

[chillychive]

Because I’m insane, I’m watching TOS. And since it seemed to be entertaining, I’m writing commentary. I take no responsibility for how incoherent this is. (Fair warning, there is swearing bc this show is wild)

Bro why were there two people walking around in street clothes? Why does she walk like thattttt

Not the doctor giving him alcohol

Also hello Una ik ur not Una yet but hello <3

This is so weird cause there’s absolutely *no* context to anything they mention. Whatever happened on Rigel, we have *no* idea about.

Ayo Pike’s horses!!

Hello Spock.

HAHHAAAA WHATTT was that a PIECE OF PAPER???? BRO WHAT CENTURY IS THISSSSSS HAHAHA

IT IS!! It’s a piece of PAPER hahahaa

Intercraft? What does that mean??

The bridge was soo tiny back then.

And i love the little goofy effects. They so silly.

Yet again, reports on paper??????? They can pilot a ship through space and go to different star systems, but they can’t send an text??

“I Can’t get used to having a woman on the bridge?” BRO WHAT THE BLATANT SEXISM IS KILLING ME. C’mon, pike, in about 60 years of real time, you’ll be on a bridge with primarily woman. AND UNA’S LITERALLY YOUR FIRST OFFICER WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT

The sound effects are soo silly

And the audio is killing me

Im gonna stop commenting on the obvious low budget stuff because it is *so* bad. But also so wildly impressive for a show that has such a low budget

A SPOCK SMILE IN EPISODE 1?! What is this???

Ah hello, Vina. Of course, it’s been only 18 years since the landing and Vina is very much 18 years old, and pike is very much not, but of course there’s gonna be a whole thing now. And hello talosians!!

“Prime specimen.” What

HAHAHA the way the talosian put him to sleep that was hilarious

I love how the phaser produces wind HAHA

Yo ik he just got kidnapped but that bed/couch looks so comfortable i want it

The shadow puppet aliens are hilarious

It’s so strange how in the same breath this show can have a woman in charge of the ship and then be totally sexist

Oh the transitions are SO BAD he’s not even vaguely looking the same direction as he was in the last frame

THe whip sounds on the axe im dyinggggggggg

BRO WHHAT why did she hug him like that TF ive never seen anyone do that ever

EW BARF THIS IS SO GROSS VINA WHAT

Their little goggles I canttttt

Okay turn off the lasers now ur just wasting power

ADAM AND EVE WHAT

The random music hahahhaaa

Ayo he refuses to eat so they put him in hell??? The goofy fire effects lolll

Also i wanna know about that bird species that they put in the cage. There are so few winged species in memory alpha, literally just that one that has wings made of butterflies in disco

YO its the horses and a picnic

Im so confused how this becomes the pike and vina we know from disco

“I can’t help but love you.” Ew ew this is all ew

What is happening

Literally the misogyny is weirddddddddd

What just happened.

Ayo she’s not 18 she’s actually old gross. Wait they changed that in disco i think.

EW what why do they say that abt una. I doubt any of these things are true

Literally the whole premise of this episode is pike resisting fucking one of 3 women while aliens try to make him horny

This is weird as helll

The airbag veins hahaha

“A unique hatred of captivity” bro tf

Whoa they had no idea how to make old or injured makeup. Oh wait that actually makes some sense

Bro wait so the ending is just she stays as a captive with a fake pike??

What is this

Also the lighting was so wacky

A clipboard with paper whattt

The yeoman i cant

[l0st-strawberry]

I really desperately need moots that enjoy Star Trek so here’s my first attempt at a Spirk ficlet. Enjoy!

Spock worked his jaw slightly as he watched his captain flirt with yet another woman shamelessly.

Ignoring his feelings for the other man was becoming…increasingly difficult. How embarrassing for a Vulcan…he sighed inaudibly as Jim, ever the charmer, twirled one of the aliens curls around his finger. And Spock found himself wishing for long hair for just a second.

It didn’t take long for them to disappear soon after. And Spock was left alone at a “party” he didn’t want to be at…

———————————————————————

The captain’s second in command had to witness a similar incident the next night. Standing near a wall, a few people having tried to make conversation before deeming it too awkward and promptly leaving again. And now James T. Kirk was trying his luck with two women at once. And winning. Of course. Because who would ever be able to resist those perfectly blue eyes framed by that slightly tan skin and that gorgeous blonde hair? That’s right. No one. Not even cold, emotionless, Vulcan Spock.

He watched the events unfurl again and again until one night…

Jim was…wasted would be a very nice way to put it. Having flirted only halfheartedly that night and seeming way more focused on getting absolutely shitfaced. And then he was stumbling over to Spock, more falling than walking and…was he crying?

“Spock” yup, definitely crying “Spock, I can’t do this anymore…” the man slurred. And that was Spock’s queue to maybe get him the fuck of here. Without much more than a sigh he moved to support him so he could bring him back to his room. Using a good amount of concentration to ignore how his skin burned where they touched, even through 4 layers of clothing…

Getting him through the hallways was a struggle to say the least. Jim barely managed to place one foot in front of the other at times, all the way mumbling absolutely incoherent stuff. Spock had to half kick the door open (seriously, why did this planet not have automated doors?) as he tried to get him inside, before dropping him off on the bed.

“Get some rest, Captain.” He instructed, turning to leave again. But a hand grabbed his wrist almost immediately. Spock glanced over his shoulder with a raised brow.

“Don’t leave me, Spock…” Jim whispered with pleading eyes, oddly clear for how drunk he was “I need you…” and how the help was he supposed to resist that??? That’s right. He wasn’t. So he hesitantly and honestly rather stiffly sat down on the edge of the bed. “Jim..?”

The man looked like he was almost about to break into tears yet again. “Can’t…can’t do this anymore. Tried to distract myself. Didn’t work. Just made it worse…god, all those women…Spock, I need you.”

“You…are not making sense” he told Jim. Or was he just telling that to himself..? “Spock” he sounded so desperate… “Spock I need you. Listen to me! I need you.” Jim shifted closer to the Vulcan, reaching out and putting his hand on his shoulder. “Look at me…” he did. Despite the fear coursing through him that he couldn’t quite place “I. Need. You.”

And then it finally clicked. Finally it fucking clicked. Spock understood. Jim could tell by the unusual display of emotion on his best friends face. The way his eyes widened and his lips slightly parted, just staring at him for a moment. And Jim smiled. He smiled one of those beautiful, blinding smiles of his. And then his hand slipped from Spock’s shoulder up to cup his cheek and- oh god. Then their hands touched. Jim pressed his middle and index finger to his and it felt like electricity shooting all throughout his arm.

And the Vulcan’s walls crumbled and fell. He let out a shaky breath, before leaning forward. Because while this was enough for him, he knew it wouldn’t be enough for Jim. Jim didn’t feel it the way Spock did. And Spock refused to be the only one getting to enjoy this. So he pressed their lips together…tentative at first. Testing the waters. Before Jim went onto downright devouring him. All that pent up want spilling into the kiss…

They would kiss for hours. Both Vulcan and Human kisses. Before they eventually fell asleep in each others arms.

[curator-on-ao3]

For the directors cut thing: I would absolutely love to hear you talk about "Facets of Belonging". I love this story soo much and I read it like a million times because it makes me so happy and warms my heart. It kind of became my head canon for pikeuna ❤️

Hello, hi, I love you! I’m extremely honored by you rereading that story, @azalealunalight, and, hoo-boy, am I happy to talk about it. ❤️

This is going to start a little down but get better.

Facets of Belonging was actually my second pass at trying to unpack Among the Lotus Eaters, an absolute garbage pile of an episode with shipper glasses off and even worse with shipper glasses on. My first try, a one-shot called The Curse of Memory, I very much wrote with my head as an attempt to make sense of at least some aspects of the garbage pile. That story got interesting comments along the lines of, “This writing is good, but I don’t like seeing Pikeuna like this.” And I didn’t either. I had tried for canon-consistency and made myself — and my characters — unhappy.

So fuck that.

Fuck that on the bathroom floor, actually.

So I wrote Facets of Belonging from my heart as a way to let love breathe the way I think it should — freely, honestly, with two people trying their best because they owe that to each other. And I had an absolute blast writing repressed Chris, Una who would have made a pass at him years earlier if she had believed he had any game whatsoever, and both of them not understanding why Batel dumped Chris (I wanted everyone to be somewhat valid there and I hope I succeeded).

It was extra fun to include all the “they were already married, your honor” details like Chris using the secret knock on Una’s door for their shared fresher, Una flawlessly reading Chris’ body language, and Chris and Una having chosen the bathroom rug together years earlier. (The first part of the story goes on and on about how comfortable and fluffy and thick the rug is because I know me and, if the story hadn’t done that, I would have spent the later parts of the story wincing as they made love on that same rug. But it’s okay because the rug is comfortable! and fluffy! and thick!)

In terms of the technical stuff, I enjoyed the shifting third person limited point of view. Having Chris and Una mentally vibing but him more brave while she’s always a step ahead and more calm as he worries — that felt right. Part of Una being a step ahead, for me, is how her consistent adjective for Chris is “exquisite,” while he thinks she’s “beyond beautiful, beyond gorgeous. Something else. Something new.” because he hasn’t gotten to “exquisite” yet … but he will.

In terms of other things that happen after the story ends — if bathroom plumbing on the Enterprise works in any way similar to bathroom plumbing in multi-family homes today, you’d better believe other crewmembers on their same plumbing line heard Una’s ecstatic screaming in the middle of the night. I like to believe Spock is among those crewmembers. Vulcan hearing and all. Gonna be quite a morning on the bridge, amirite?

Oh, and I feel like when Chris lets himself look at Una and actually consider shifting their friendship to romance, the primal attraction he feels truly put the “id” in “idiots in love,” if you will. (And him being like “whaaaa?” she called him “sweetie” was great fun.)

For me, Facets of Belonging is a Marie Kondo story — it sparked joy to write, cleaning out the mess from before. I’m absolutely pleased and honored and delighted that the story makes you happy, too, and that you asked about it. Thank you, thank you, thank you, @azalealunalight, from the bottom of my heart … and the fluffiness of Chris and Una’s bathroom rug. ❤️

Want more information about a fic I wrote? Send me an ask.

[walkingstackofbooks]

SNW 2x08 Under the Cloak of War thought-stream

[2 Aug]

The whistle!!

I already like this Klingon! He's so personable!

Moretegas!

The trope of talking about someone as they come in...

Raktajino!

I am so here for Chapel and M'Benga's backstory

M'Benga catching Ortegas pacing in the hallway :3

"No, he's pretending. I sense it, and I don't want to play along." Something about the way Erica acts here really reminds me of Kira.

Jambalaya... All the Ds9 food tonight!

Pike's green wrap!

"You are under duress. I am available to you if you are ever in need to talk." Oh, I love him.

"I just wish he would shut up for one second about all this amazing peace he's managed." "This I can help with." SPOCK SPOCK SPOCK. THIS IS OUR SPOCK

"Then you both know my pain all too well." Oh, no, shut up - you do not get to put your guilt alongside their pain.

Pike seeing that M'Benga needs a break too and sending him off after Erica and Chapel <3

The Klingon just grabbing onto M'Benga??? Wowwww M'Benga's control was impressive!

Oh, fuck Starfleet. Diplomatic relations are not always more important than individuals, they should not have to deal with this Klingon at all

"It's a suicide run." My heart.

"I do not understand." Spooooock

"J'Gal is not a statistic, Spock!"

"I'll purge the transport buffer." Oh no oh no oh no

Klingon judo is such a bad idea, M'Benga!

"You're going out there?" Her shock

M'Benga and Chapel's friendship is actually so compelling and important to me

"I sense that we are the same." For an ambassador he is not very good at reading the room.

"I am the butcher of J'Gal." WHAT. M'BENGA.

"Why couldn't you leave me alone?" JUST LEAVE, RAH. NOW

OH

OH NO

I GUESS THIS MAKES SENSE

"I'd like to think we could talk." Oh, Pike

"You have the privilege of believing the best of people. Me? I happen to know there are some things in this world that don't deserve forgiveness." "What are you saying?" "I told you I didn't start the fight, but I'm glad he's dead."

The fact M'Benga's medical logs frame the episode, but omit the whole scenario is just. So good.

Oh my goodness, that was heartbreaking. Like, so so good. The emotional whiplash though when I end up binge rewatching this and it's Those Old Scientists followed by this followed by next week's musical episode??