#star trek mention

[spacecowboyy0]

autistic reader who doesnt like how everything feels that day just having an overstimulation day

summary: nat helps reader with their overstimulation and buck gives reader a surprise!

notes: reader's relationship with nat and buck is not defined although they share an apartment and a bed

i focused on fluff because we all deserve that!!

850 words

You're having a rough sensory day. You feel sweaty, your shirt is too tight, your pants are too uncomfortable, your fingernails are too long. As you enter your apartment, you drop your bag and run to your room. You're so close to crying, you need to change immediately. Natasha is on the bed when you enter but you don’t acknowledge her before you start stripping off your clothes. Now completely bare, you grab baggy clothes, and a comfortable pair of underwear. 

When you slip into the clothes, it provides you an instant sense of relief. You let out an audible sigh, and you hear Nat laugh behind you. You turn around to face her with a pout.

"What?"

"I'm glad you're feeling better." You climb onto the bed and crawl over to her. You shove your face into her stomach and mumble. "Don't laugh at me, I had an overstimulating day!"

"I'm sorry love, you're just so cute." She strokes your hair and you curl into her. When your nails make contact with her sweater you rear your head back in disgust. She notices you move and flex your fingers, trying to get rid of the lingering sensation. It's a move she recognizes. “Do you want me to clip your nails for you?”

You look up at her, and smile, pleased that she’s so in tune with your needs. “Yes please.”

"Of course, baby." She kisses your cheek and then waits for you to sit up so she can get up. She grabs your noise cancelling headphones before she follows you into the bathroom. On your worst weeks you often needed extra help with hygiene, eating, chores, etc. Whether it's because of your sensory issues, executive dysfunction, or low mood. You've gotten better at asking for help and recognizing when you need it.

From inside the bathroom, the two of you can hear keys jingling and then Bucky calls out.

“I’m home!” 

“We’re in the bathroom!” Nat doesn’t need to raise her voice because of his super hearing, which you are very thankful for. 

Natasha gets out the nail clippers and you find a position to sit in that works for the both of you. Bucky pops in head in the doorway. 

“Everything good here?” You’re sitting on the counter, headphones on, and Natasha’s standing, holding your hand over the counter as she works. 

“Yeah, Nat’s just clipping my nails.” You reply, looking towards him.

“Rough day?”

“Yeah, just all too much, but I’m doing better now.” He comes to your side and pulls you into a side hug, careful not to bump against your headphones. You lean into him, but keep your hand still. 

“I got you something when you’re done here.” He says, and uses one hand to message your neck.

“Oh really?” You’re surprised, although you shouldn’t be, with how often they spoil you. 

You don't ask more about it, instead telling them about your tiring day while Natasha finishes. Then you go into the living room together for your surprise. You watch as Bucky pulls something out of his bag and then he hides it behind his back so you can’t see it. He walks over to where you sit on the couch. He waits dramatically for a few seconds before handing the object to you. You gasp. 

“Stop it!” The lamb Jellycat you have been eyeing recently sits perfectly in his cupped hands, with a cute pink ribbon tied around its neck. You grab it gently and put it in your lap. You stare at it, and smile when Alpine comes over to sniff it. You give the cat a quick scratch on her head and then hug your lamb to your chest. 

“Thank you Buck, I love it!!” You get on your knees and wrap your arms around him, squishing the lamb in between the two of you. 

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” He smiles at you softly.

“Are you going to give it a name?” Nat speaks from beside you. She reaches out to feel its fluffy texture.

“Hmm, I feel like she’s Uhura.” 

“That’s so nerdy of you, I love it.” Natasha laughs. You begin to protest, but she pokes your side playfully which makes you giggle and swat at her hand.

~

That night, before you go to bed, you think of something. 

“Could you guys spray your perfume and cologne on her?” You stand in front of the bed, where Natasha and Bucky are resting against the headboard, reading their books. They look up at you.

“Yeah of course cutie, bring me the bottles.” Natasha responds, and rests her book in her lap as you go to the dresser to find them. Uhura’s head gets Bucky’s scent, and her body gets Nat’s. 

~

The next morning when you wake up in your bed alone, which is disappointing even though you knew they had a meeting. You pick up your new stuffie from off the floor, give her a quick apology, and bring her to your nose, inhaling the combined smell of your favourite people. You snuggle back into your blanket and fall back asleep, comforted by their scents around you.

uhura my beloved <3 i debated not putting the star trek reference in here but then i remembered that this is autistic reader so obviously i had to!!

[modeus-the-misanthrope]

More fantasy settings need *Insert animal*-Taur and Naga characters in them. Monster-people in fantasy settings NEED to be more than the Startrek style of "not human". (Startrek style = stapling bullshit to their ears/forehead)

[plutonian-rockstar]

The worst thing you could say to Sulu.

[notyourwatermelon]

I like watching old iconic pillars of fandom media for a lot of reasons. one big one, for example, is finally understanding why our fandom foremothers wanted those boys to kiss so badly

[shut-up-danny-kun]

I actually do wish Spirk was canon, but I want it to be entirely off-screen and just mentioned by other characters as a matter of fact. Like 'hey, did you know Starfleet only ever made one exception to their fraternization policy, and that was to allow Spock to serve under Kirk when they got married?' Or maybe there's a planet that's populated by Vulcan-Terran hybrids and everyone knows that it was founded by those two because the conditions were good for both species. No, Kirk wasn't the youngest captain in Starfleet, the record was actually beaten by his daughter Saavik two decades later. People say she struggled to live up to her parents' fame, poor thing. A hundred years later Kirk and Spock's messages to each other are published in two tomes. The High Council deems them so inappropriate that they're banned on Vulcan, et cetera.

Any depiction of Spirk on screen would be inherently disappointing because it's straight up impossible to live up to sixty years of fan-made content. The only way to make it good is to incorporate it into the lore and arouse even MORE speculation and fan-made content.

Feel free to disagree, though...if you could make Spirk canon, how would you do it?

[princesscolumbia]

Double Isekai, Ch. 2

Yes, I've posted a preview for ch. 1 after I got ch. 3 up and posted, but I figure it can't hurt to post more previews, so 1 preview post per day until I hit the currently posted number of chapters:

Summary:

Dreams give loved ones a chance to say hello...and goodbye. A chance meeting at a mall requires some fast thinking.

Preview of Ch. 2 below the fold:

Startled more than hurt, the redhead scrambled back and clapped her hands over her nose. "Oh, you sonova..." she growled.

"It's 'bitch,' thank you, I left the 'son of a' part behind years ago."

"Yeah, 'cause you were too pussy to handle bein' a man!"

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, for cryin'...I get you're still in high school, but you got access to my entire life! At least come up with better insults!"

Ranma dropped her hands back down to her sides and glared, "What right do you have tellin' my ma I aint a man?!"

She gave Ranma a flat stare, "Ranma, we're in our own fuckin' dreamscape and you're a girl right now!" Ranma looked down at herself as though the self-examination would change her gender presentation. "Maybe tell me you're a man when you're not sporting stonking huge tits and a vagina on the personification of your inner self."

"This is just the curse!" tried Ranma.

"Nope, we both know that aint true. Your girl-form is the spitting image of your mother, just...you know, smaller."

"Hey!"

"You know, like a compact car."

"Why you...!"

"Pocket sized."

"Fucking...cross dresser!"

She shut her mouth so hard her teeth clacked as Ranma's insult hit home. The muscles in her cheeks flexed repeatedly as she worked to control her anger.

Ranma took the opportunity to growl, "My pops raised me to be a man! That's my destiny, not that you'd get that! You just gave up!"

"Of course I gave up! I stopped tryin' to be a man 'cause I wasn't one and I was just...tired." The heat in her voice cooled significantly and she sagged against the tree she'd been slammed up against, "You're sixteen years old, Ranma. You've been dealing with the dysphoria for, what, five years? Maybe 10 if you gained enough awareness that young to understand gender like that? Then you get the girl body you really want, the one you were supposed to have and you're fighting it!" She sagged down further, finally sitting on the ground at the base of the tree. "I had been fighting it for so...long. Gods, it hurts to even think about," she felt her eyes pooling with tears, "I made charts and graphs and little how-to manuals for myself and every time something came along that was 'how men are supposed to be' I studied it like I was going pro at it and every...damn...time it always failed to make me feel like a man inside."

Ranma had a haunted look as she heard the description of a life lived in dysphoria. "I aint..."

"Ranma, shut the fuck up. You know what I know. You know what I felt like and I can feel it in your memories, too!" She sighed and scrubbed at her face. "Listen, if I could leave, I would. You can guess I'm rather eager to get back to my daughter and girlfriend. But I can't, Ranma! We're stuck, we're officially Tuvix'd. Pretty much only a Q or God could split us at this point, and we're in the wrong universe for Q to notice and God's a fucking sonovabitch who I will happily punch in the goddamn face and he knows it."

Ranma just glared at her for a moment, then ground out, "I will beat you, whatever it takes!"

She thumped her head against the tree, "Ranma, there's nothing to beat! It's already over. I'm you, you're me. The only thing left is for our memories to finish merging."

"So, what, you're gonna eat me from the inside like some reverse lyctor?"

"It's already done, Ranma! 'You' and 'I' are just concepts! The fact that you know what a lyctor is in this context should be proof enough for you!"

"Of course I know what a lyctor is! They're..." she paused, disturbed shock spreading over her face.

"Yeah, see? You're getting it now. I know about lyctors as a concept where a necromancer 'eats' a cavalier at the soul level to gain eternal life because I read about it in Gideon the Ninth. That book won't be published, if it's published in this universe, until the late 2010s. The property its inspired by isn't even going to be made for 20-30 years. You only know that because I know that."

Ranma dropped to the ground, landing on her butt with a muted thump. "...but..."

"I know."

"I didn't..." complained the redhead.

She sighed, sadness and sympathy in her expression, "I know."

"You can't just..."

"I didn't, Ranma. That's the nature of the isekai. It's not a grand scheme or a destiny or a plan, it just happens." She shrugged, "I mean, now that it's happened to me I've got more theories, but it all boils down to the most ridiculous dice roll ever. The odds are literally infinity upon infinity upon infinity to one...but because the dice get rolled an infinite number of times, that 'one' shows up an infinite number of times." She gestured expansively at the sky, which was a hazy suggestion of a starscape, "Out there in the multiverse, someone is being disintegrated spontaneously and reappearing in a dungeon in a fantasy reality. Somewhere a dwarf is being crushed by a collapsing mine to wake up in modern day New York City. Some dumbass punk kid is going to bed perfectly secure that nothing strange will happen to him and wake up in charge of a Starfleet ship in a universe where the Federation was founded by Risa instead of Earth and it turns out he's the protag of a sci-fi harem doujin."

Ranma was practically curled up on herself by this point, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The older, more experienced girl watched Ranma collapse in on herself and her voice softened, "And somewhere, some divorced rando decided to turn off a freeway early because of a traffic alert on her phone and got t-boned by an out-of-control garbage truck."

Ranma's eyes popped open, fear and emotional pain radiating from them as she wordlessly pleaded for something she couldn't quite define.

"I'm dead, Ranma. Even if I could leave your body and soul to you again, I'd have nowhere to go. I've got a beef with God large enough to butcher and feed a large third-world country so my chances of getting into heaven are pretty fuckin' slim. I wasn't even sure there was a 'soul' to have an afterlife with until this happened."

They stared at each other in silence across the clearing, the dream world slowly shifting around them.

She broke the silence after a bit, "You know, you're startin' to look a lot like my sister did at your age."

Read the rest on AO3.

[crowned-clown-rising]

My favorite animal is people who thought destiel was a made up ship that was born out of fans stretching canon too much and overall exaggerating then watch the show and realize... that from the very beginning that shit is gay

[averageidiotenby]

C'mon Star Trek predicted it PLEASE

(@thatboredaroace )

[quarkfancam]

does anyone know

[spirkbitch]

movie based on a book: “hey here’s a 2-3 hour rendition of that book you read, we had to cut some stuff for time but we tried to get the important stuff in to convey the point the same”

novelization of a movie: “hey remember that movie? well here’s 300 pages of stuff that i forgot to tell you in the movie, stuff that happened in between the scenes, really important stuff, stuff that you’re confused about and now you’re wondering why it wasn’t in the movie.”

[wizardinahole]

Everyone say thank you Andy Robinson and Alexander Siddig

[toastandcheesea]

mass-posting old art today

[sad-trekkie-life]

TW: SA.

Addition to the discourse of Kirk being a victim of SA and how it reflects in his behavior.

During watching Plato’s Stepchildren (s3e10) there’s one of very uncomfortable scenes where Spock, Chapel, Kirk & Uhura are forced to kiss. And I’ve noticed a very interesting detail of the difference in behavior between two “couples”.

Chapel expresses how she is ashamed and I would say scared would be a right term. Spock isn’t trying to comfort her, he himself is struggling. He thinks he failed her. They both are ashamed, disgusted, uncomfortable and visibly hurt and they try to fight even during the kiss, which makes it a very tough watch.

But then we see a dialogue between Uhura and Kirk.

Kirk, unlike Spock, is able to comfort Uhura, by asking “not to think of them”, because “they want [us to feel frightened]”. And he is succeeded. Uhura starts thinking about something else, something comforting — about him as well (as she has to kiss him), because she is now in a very vulnerable, traumatic position, she is trying to associate Kirk with safety despite him on this moment not being safe for her. So when they have to act, they don’t try to fight. When kiss happens they are more relaxed then Spock & Chapel, not trying to break the kiss. And Kirk is just staring, not at her, but on their sadists, with eyes full of anger and hatred.

What he advices to Uhura is something what many SA victims would experience, when they are in the similar position. Not thinking of what is happening. Not focusing on what exactly is happening. Not thinking of their bodies and the body of the other. Not showing their fear, or even shame. It’s because, unlike Spock, Kirk has an experience. He uses his body many times during the show to escape, to save his ship, his people or himself.

Kirk’s pretty rightful advice, I would say, proves, that the fact that he is a SA victim was the writers’ intention once again and it aligns with his behavior in other episodes where he has to use his body. Not thinking, thinking of comfort, not showing true emotions are his coping mechanisms.

He’s not a manslut. He’s a victim.

[kyurochurro]

troubles that come with tribbles...

(aka a good excuse to draw one of my fav episodes and fav crew members while coming back from a heavy week at uni ;D)

[t0ast-ghost]

Here’s a little GIF of Bones and Spock going up to Kirk in the third episode of tos

[bumblingbabooshka]

Thinking about marriage/women's rights on Vulcan Some may think that T'Pring not being allowed to divorce Spock was because he was going through the pon farr but if she were allowed to divorce him at all she probably would have done that a long time ago, confirmed by T'Pol when she's speaking with Koss, who isn't suffering from the pon farr. She says that he can choose another mate (without invoking a fight it seems: note the difference between a 'mate' and a 'challenger') and after he makes it clear that nothing she says will change his mind about marrying her, she finally threatens to declare a kal-if-fee. It's clear that Vulcan women cannot divorce/refuse to marry a man they've been betrothed to under any circumstances if A) He himself doesn't consent to ending their marriage or B) She doesn't have someone else waiting in the wings to be given to in his stead. Though, if the challenger she selects fails to win the fight, she'll have to marry her betrothed anyway unless (again) he decides he doesn't want her after the challenge. That seems like an incredibly unfair system, heavily biased towards men. SNW is an alternate universe in many obvious respects but most egregiously in that T'Pring has a lot of non-canonical agency over her relationship with Spock. It's interesting to me that Vulcan society has women in many positions of power and treats women as equal to men from what I've seen despite these laws. We don't really see Vulcans exhibiting a misogynistic attitude towards women in general but in TOS (perhaps because of its general writing style but it's still interesting to note) both Sarek and Spock take on patriarchal attitudes specifically regarding wives. Amanda says that 'of course' Sarek commands her because "he is a Vulcan and I am his wife." It's worthwhile in my eyes to note that she specifies 'wife' instead of attributing this attitude to women as a whole. Again, with TOS' writing style it wouldn't be out of place for her to say "he is a man and I am a woman." Spock, while in a pon farr induced irritation, states that it's "undignified for a woman to play servant to a man that isn't hers" - again implying that there's something specific about being a Wife in Vulcan society which is different from being a woman in general and demands subservience to a husband. This could perhaps stem from the extreme sense of ownership that Vulcan law has permitted men to have over women. A woman legally cannot point blank refuse marriage. There is no option which guarantees she won't have to marry her betrothed other than death. When T'Pau speaks of T'Pring she refers to her as being 'property' and Stonn, before being interrupted, states he's made 'the ancient claim' - we don't know what this is because he gets cut off but it's obvious they're both using the language of Vulcan law. Men are permitted true freedom to choose. If a woman wants to choose someone else to be with there is no option available to her other than the kal-if-fee which might result in the death of the one she wants to be with. And, if her lover fails, her husband can still just decide he wants to marry her and she'll be forced to. T'Pring gives two scenarios: One where Spock 'frees' her and one where he doesn't - it's still ultimately his decision which is clear when he ends the conversation with "Stonn, she is yours." This again isn't just because of the pon farr as T'Pol also goes through this. Koss can choose another mate and when the option is talked about there's no implication that this would result in any sort of fight (both by the casualness of its mention and by the fact that there's no formal word for it unlike the kal-if-fee.) Also, the fact that Koss does eventually grant T'Pol a divorce and it's all fine means that T'Pol isn't lawfully required to have another man waiting if her HUSBAND doesn't want her. It's ONLY required if SHE doesn't want her husband. Tradition must take precedence over individual desire UNLESS!!! You're a man. Then it's fine. Like, your parents might not be happy but legally you're golden.