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preppernewstoday · 2 years

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A Short Introduction A 1994 copy of Wired magazine contained a full-page illustration of Marc Thorpe, showing a radio-controlled tank and a chainsaw attached to its top. It was an advertisement for Robot Wars, which later became the BattleBots TV show you are probably familiar with. I thought, "I am made for this!" and went on to win many trophies. It's not bad for a software engineer. I found a Remote Area Medical DVD (RAM) while browsing DVDs in a local thrift shop last year. The one I bought was made in 2013. After spending just a dollar, and then spending 90 minutes of my time, I thought again after 27 years. Here's how I turned that desire into reality. Belmont, Nevada Every few years, I visit a hunting camp. It's very remote. It is impossible to get cell service, so I a can read b and listen to podcasts. I've found that I can hear stations from the east coast if I use the 1/4-wave antenna. This was again proven when I was listening to an old sermon from Dr. Gene Scott on WWZR, GA at 5935 KHz. He urged his church members not to just show up Sunday mornings, but to get involved in their local communities for the good of God. * Tonopah, Nevada I broke camp to go into town for breakfast. I arrived too early to get eggs and pancakes at the restaurants and too late to have lunch so I needed to rest my feet. After some delicious barbeque, it was time to get back on the road. I was flipping through FM stations and found "Pahrump’s only Country Music station." It informed me that there was a RAM event at the vocational school so "y’all come down." I then turned my radio off to call my wife. You won't believe it, but there is a RAM event at Pahrump. I'd like to volunteer." She said, "You go do it!" I changed my mind and hung up. I then turned on the radio again. It was all static. * I was in a dead spot and was not able to tune into that station again. Pahrump, Nevada I arrived at the school to find it was hosting an event. The event was quite ordinary, with the exception of the RAM 18-wheeler that was parked at the side and the scattered portable generators around the perimeter. It was already 2 PM, and there were many people in scrubs eating outside. They had surgical masks down to their chins. I approached them and asked where the volunteer check-in was. "You can enter the building through there (pointing at the doors), but you must wear a mask." I knew of the medical futility, and government control aspects to masking for the frauddemic. So I turned around and got into my Jeep. My brain prodded me* to get on the street. No mask necessary." I turned around and parked my car next to one the generators because I knew that there would be a door open to allow the power cables to pass through. In a Star Trek movie, James T. Kirk said "Learn how things works." Maskless, I presented myself at the volunteer check-in counter and offered my services as site security. "I have five years experience in church security. I am certified in both verbal de-escalation techniques and proportional escalation, if required. And I have all of my own gear." A co-sponsor of this event placed her hand on mine and said, "You are the answer to my prayer." I reported to the outdoors lead and was told that my shift would be from 8 to 10 am. These long hours have been done before, so I went to Wal-Mart to buy spare socks, Gold Bond powder to prevent inchiness, and 5-Hour Energy and Kind bars. I was able to make it to sunrise. Friday Night RAM exists to provide free medical care for those who can't afford it. Medical professionals are required to volunteer their services to a community that is in need. This is almost every community. These are the major focus areas. Dentistry Optometry General health Mental well-being Patients can check in at the gates at midnight. Services begin at 6 am. When I arrived at the gate, the cars were already lining up outside and 32 cars had been waiting when we opened it.

The check-in procedure is to get the name and need of the patient and line up their vehicle. It's that simple. It's to manage the limited resources and time available. My heart quickly changed from a slightly procedural tone to one of compassion as I began this task. Have you ever had to wait four hours for someone to come up to you and tell them that they don't use meth. But not me. But I was there all night, right up to the dawn, as their first point of contact. I began to get to know people and learn about their lives. A friend of mine in Alberta Canada lost most of her garden to a hailstorm. She was trying to grow food for her family. As I listened, laughed and smiled with these people, I thought to my self "The right kind of hailstorm in mine would place me in the same circumstance." But that hasn't happened yet. I was ready to serve by my willingness and my talents. The medical providers had already seen 233 patients by the time I left on Saturday morning at 10:01 AM and provided the equivalent of more than $101,000 in services. The same co-organizer was there as I was on my way to take a shower and get some sleep before heading home. "You were great. "I hope you're coming home tonight for day two." That was something I hadn't thought of. So I moved to the side and called my wife once more. "They considered me an asset and asked me to continue working tonight." "What do they think?" "I believe that I'm here, it's working and I should do it. Dan, I knew you would. * So I said yes. Saturday Night I was back at 8 PM. Although the line was shorter, I did recognize some of them. In fairness and to help as many people as possible the patients who had been there the night before were offered the option of either vision or dental service, but not both. Many people returned to the hospital the next night to be treated in the specialty that best suits their needs. In the gym of the school of dentistry, there were 20 bays. There were many instruments, sutures and numbing agents. Four autoclaves were even used to reprocess instruments. I felt that all of the dentistry was well supervised. It was 3:00 AM, and I decided to take some photos and pray over the areas. Asking God to make the decisions and skills of the doctors and the patient outcomes a success made me feel a little more awake. Many smiling faces returned to their cars, with many gauze-covered mouths. For the second crowd, the check-in process was slightly different because many people had arrived by word of mouth rather than following the official announcements on radio and Facebook. Although it didn't feel as busy, the numbers by Sunday noon were much higher with 394 patients and $172,000 of services. Also, I learned that the fancy 18 wheeler contained machines that could grind custom lenses for patients. So on Sunday, many people were returning to get new glasses. Free of charge. Only a small part of the team was working all night. I learned that there was an increase in people seeking mental well-being. This is evidently due to the sociopathic fear our governments have placed on people over the past 2 years, the conflict with Ukraine, as well as the rising costs of food, fuel and rent. Driving home There was a lot I could reflect on. I was an introvert so constant interaction with people took a lot from me. I was already charged up from the two days of camping. But I also took in the glimpses into other people's lives I was given. It wasn't about spreading joy; they came because they were in desperate need of it. I was able to help the team. If you are still able to fog a mirror, I encourage you to sign up for RAM events. These funding options will help you cover the cost of transportation and lodging. Cancel Netflix/Disney+/Amazon Prime (they are all evil corporations anyway) For six months, stop drinking Starbuck's coffee Stop drinking alcohol for six months Make a budget for it now. Sign up to volunteer

It is hard work. It is hard work if done correctly, but it is worth it when God comes alongside you to help you. The RAM people are great. I've volunteered to teach Sunday School, to drill water wells for Honduras, and to serve on a medical mission in Haiti. There is nothing like helping fellow Americans in need. So, go! Never forget the mission. All comments will be replied to: [email protected] Footnote * These asterisks detail instances where God worked in my life, and without any doubt, during these two days. You can say the most powerful prayer you ever make is "Lord here am I" like Samuel, the young prophet.

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true-lower-decker-blog-2 · 3 years

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Star Trek Puns that’ll give you a Break from Saving the Universe (Repost)

(SAME PERSON, SAME JOKES. YOU SEE, I ACCEDENTLY LEFT TUMBLR AND HAVE NOW COME BACK. SO, FOLLOW IF YOU CAN)

- What does a Romulan frog use for camouflage? A croaking device.

- How many: Borg does it take to change a light bulb? All of them.

: Cardassians does it take to change a light bulb? That depends on how many lights you see.

: Federation shuttles does it take to change a light bulb? None. Shuttlecraft don't last as long as light bulbs.

: Holodeck characters does it take to change a light bulb? None. Holodeck characters are light bulbs.

: Guardians of Forever does it take to change a light bulb? Since before your sun burned in space, I have awaited that question.

: Klingons does it take to change a light bulb? None. Real warriors don't need light bulbs. (or) Two. One to change the bulb and another to defend the empty socket with a bat'leth. (Everybody needs a challenge.)

: Romulans does it take to change a light bulb? Two. One to change the bulb and one to stab him in the back.

: How many members of the U.S.S. Voyager crew does it take to change a light bulb? Seven out of nine. (Really.)

: Betazoids does it take to change a lightbulb? Two... one to change it & one to say, "Captain, I sense darkness."

: Ferengi does it take to change a light bulb? Two: one for changing it and another one to sell the broken one.

- Why did Worf change his hair color? It was a good day to dye.

- We have engaged the Borg. The wedding will be Friday.

- Why was STAR TREK so successful? It had good Genes.

- What do you call it when two science officers are having an argument? Science Friction.

- How do you stop from falling out of a Bird of Prey? You just have to Klingon.

- What is the least popular show on Bajor? Keeping up with the Cardassians!

- Where do the Borg go to eat? BORGer King!

- Why did the Borg cross the road? Because it assimilated the chicken!

- A stormtrooper and a Red Shirt get into a fight, the storm trooper misses every shot, but the red shirt dies anyway.

- Have you heard the new Klingon army motto? Join the Klingon army. Visit exotic planets, meet interesting people, and kill them!

- What do you call it when that Strategic Operations Officer on DS9 runs as fast as he can? Worf Speed!

- What does Spock say when he got a sum wrong. I Vulcan't.

- Did you hear about the new uniform making machine on the Enterprise? Picard told Riker to "Make it sew, Number One."

- What are eyeglasses called on Vulcan? Spocktacles.

- Why did the Chicken cross the road -Mr. Scott: 'Cos ma wee transporter beam was na functioning properly. Ah canna work miracles, Captain.

- Mr. Worf: For the honor of all chickens.

- McCoy: Dammit Jim!! I'm a doctor not an farmer!

- James T. Kirk: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.

- Counselor Troi: I knew it was going to happen. I could sense it.

- Star Trek characters make the worst sports fans...They always root for the away team

- Star Trek fans always expect a gift when going to a convention. They call it the enter prize.

- Did you hear about the Star Trek poetry night? It has it's Pros and Khans.

- Where do Star Trek fans work out? At the He's Dead Gym.

- Wife: do you know why our son won't wear the red shirt I laid out for him?

**Me:** nope.

[flashback to watching Star Trek]

**Me:** so the guy in the red shirt *always* dies.

- What do you get when you cross an amoeba with Voyager's chief engineer? A B'Elanna split.

- What did Spock say when he got buried in a pile of Tribbles? "I'm in Tribble!"

- Why couldn't people make sense of Charles Tucker's performance? It was too Trippy.

- Why is Worf's race so stubborn? They Klingon to tradition.

- What does Kirk use to light a fire? The captain's log.

- Who is the worst cook in Starfleet? Michael Burn-ham.

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headfulloffantasies · 4 years

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5 Times Jim gave Bones an Order

As captain Jim gives a lot of orders. Bones isn’t always happy to comply

Ao3

1.Normally, Bones’ strange Southern sayings were endearing. But after the one time Jim asked him to tone it down, Bones took it as a challenge and ramped up the drawl.

“In a pig’s eye.”

“Bless his heart, the rest of him is worthless.”

“The porch light is on but nobody’s home.”

“Slap me twice and hand me to my mama.”

Jim was dying. He was suffocating under the weight of all the turns of phrases.

After a long and grueling ordeal transporting an Andorian ambassador and his wife, Jim pulled Bones aside.

“Tell me what you really think of the ambassador?” Jim requested.

Bones sneered. “I wouldn’t cross the road to piss on him if he was on fire.”

Jim groaned.

“Who licked the red off your candy?” Bones asked.

“No more colloquialisms, that’s an order.”

“You can’t order me how to talk, that’s discrimination.”

Jim and Bones huddled behind separate crates as Klingon phaser fire rained down.

“How can one guy shoot so fast?” Jim asked.

“Jim!” Bones waved a Klingon phaser from his hiding spot.

Relief flooded Jim.

“Shoot him, that’s an order!” Jim shouted.

“I can’t,” Bones ground out.

“Shoot him or he shoots us!”

Bones stood.

Jim’s stomach clenched.

Bones spun the Klingon phaser in his hand and threw it, end over end, at the attacker. It nailed the Klingon right between the eyes. The Klingon dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Jim dove from his cover and fell on the Klingon, knocking aside his weapon and pinning his hands. It didn’t matter. The Klingon had lost consciousness when his head connected with the weapon Bones had literally yeeted at him. Go figure. Jim snapped a pair of cuffs on the Klingon.

Bones crept out of his hiding spot, his face ashen.

“Bones I gave you an order.” Jim grunted.

“And I took an oath,” Bones bit back. “Never to end any lives. I broke it once, I’ll never do it again.”

The weird mass of furry tentacles undulating in Bones’ arms gave Jim a warning growl when he tried to pet it.

“Say hello to Rosa!” Bones beamed. Pink and purple arms waved sedately.

Paranoia clawed up Jim’s back. “It’s not going to kill us in our sleep, is it?”

Bones scowled. “Don’t be such a baby. She’s harmless.”

Jim groaned. “Alien pets are not allowed onboard, Bones.”

“Not a pet,” Bones argued. “I’ve sanctioned her as a medical research animal. Cuddles are just a side effect.”

“If I make it an order, will you get rid of it?” Jim rubbed at his forehead.

Bones narrowed his eyes. “Just try it, boy.”

Bones was wearing a T-shirt. Bones was wearing a T-shirt on the bridge. Bones was wearing a T-shirt on the bridge that read in big bold letters “Space Slut”.

He’d completed the look with a pair of ridiculously huge dark sunglasses and flowered Hawaiian swim trunks.

Chekov fell out of his seat howling with laughter. Sulu smothered his giggles in his control panel. Uhura wolf whistled.

Bones cocked a hip. “Happy Birthday Jim.”

Jim’s grin spread from ear to ear. “Thank you Doctor McCoy,” he teased. “Doctor McCoy, you are out of uniform.”

“Yessir!” Bones snapped an insolent salute.

“Doctor McCoy, your punishment for breaking regulation is to report to engineering at nineteen hundred hours for the party and drinks.”

“Yessir!” Bones grinned.

“Now take that off, that’s an order.”

“Never on a first date.”

“Captain?” Nurse Chapel’s hesitant voice crackled over Jim’s communicator.

He fumbled it in his haste to answer. “Yes?”

“You’re needed in the medbay. Dr. McCoy is… um, you better come see.”

Jim snapped the comm shut and ran, full tilt to the lift.

The medbay doors didn’t open fast enough. Jim clipped his shoulder as he threw himself into the white walled room.

Nurse Chapel looked up in alarm.

“Where is he?” Jim gasped.

Chapel pointed mutely at Bones’ office.

Worry rose in Jim’s gut. Too many times he’d found his friends hurt or in despair. He wasn’t sure he could face it right now. Jim swallowed hard. He slammed his hand on the door command. It slid open.

Bones jumped. He sat at his desk, eyes wider than an owl’s.

“Jim?”

“What did you do?” Jim demanded, towering over Bones.

Bones frowned, eyes flickering between Jim and his workstation. “Nothing?”

Jim’s gaze roved over Bones, searching for hidden injuries. Nothing seemed wrong, but Bones’ breath came fast and his foot tapped spasmodically on the floor.

“Chapel called me,” Jim explained.

Bones hissed. He stood and marched to the door.

“Leave me alone, woman!” Bones yelled.

“Go to sleep!” Chapel shouted back.

More than a few patients jumped at the outburst.

Bones slammed the door shut again, paced back to his desk, stopped, and skittered over to the coffee machine gurgling in the corner.

“Bones?” Jim watched the jittery movements of his friend. “When did you last sleep?”

Bones shrugged jerkily. “Work to do,” he excused. He filled a coffee mug to the brim and downed the contents while Jim watched in horror.

“How many coffees have you had?” Jim asked.

“It’s in the low twenties.”

Jim’s heart seized in sympathy. “Are you kidding me?”

“What? I used to do this in college.” Bones turned back to the work at his desk. Jim noted the way Bones’ knee bounced.

“That was twenty years ago.”

Bones scowled. “I’m not that old.” As if to prove himself, he got up and refilled his mug again.

Jim snatched the mug away. “No more caffeine, that’s an order.”

“You can’t stop me,” Bones growled. He scuttled over to the coffee pot and clutched it close. “If I want to drop dead of a heart attack, that’s my prerogative.”

Jim sighed. “You do know I’m your captain, right?”

“Yes, but I’m insubordinate.”

“Jim!”

Jim leaped a foot in the air and took off running. The poor ensign he’d been speaking with watched with her mouth hanging open as the captain was chased off the bridge by the chief medical officer.

Jim ran all the way to the cafeteria before his wheezing lungs urged him to stop. He spotted Spock crossing the mostly empty room with a tray of food.

Jim zipped over. “Hide me!”

Spock raised an eyebrow.

“James Tiberius Kirk!”

“Too late,” Jim moaned.

Bones stomped over. Jim hid behind Spock.

“Spock, move,” Bones demanded, his eyes never leaving Jim’s.

“Spock, stay here, that’s an order,” Jim countered. Spock remained rigid.

“Do we have to do this every year?” Bones asked. “It’s one physical exam. You’ve had dozens of exams in the last six months, why is this so hard?”

Bones made to grab Jim. Jim danced around Spock in the opposite direction. Bones lunged. Jim dodged. Spock didn’t engage, except to raise his tray above their scrambling limbs.

“It’s a medical order, Jim,” Bones growled. “You and I both have to comply.”

“In that case,” Jim ducked another attempt to grab him. “I relieve you of duty.”

“And I declare you mentally unfit for service,” Bones snapped.

A hand that did not belong to Bones landed on Jim’s shoulder. He froze. Spock looked down on him impassively. “I believe the doctor has the logical high ground in this matter,” Spock said.

“Betrayed,” Jim moaned melodramatically as Spock passed Jim over to Bones. “Stabbed in the back by my own first officer.”

“Shut up, you loony,” Bones grumbled.

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ao3feed-spirk · 5 years

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by IvanW

The mission was supposed to be routine.

First officer Spock served as mission commander, something he'd done dozens of times, more increasingly without Kirk being there. They made plans to complete their chess game when Spock and the others returned from the mission.

Only they never returned.

Captain Kirk was facing the no-win scenario he always dreaded and insisted he would not accept. Now for the first time, it seemed, he wasn't going to win this one. As the true meaning of his deeper, long held-in feelings for his Vulcan first officer became forefront in his mind and heart, it was too late.

He faced unspeakable loss.

But miracles can happen. Kirk made them happen himself over and over.

When he learns Spock isn't lost forever—at least he is not dead—but instead has a wife and child, Kirk realizes he must bury his love for Spock forever.

This work was previously posted and deleted, but has been re-posted with some minor changes throughout, including changing it from 8 chapters to 7.

This story can, sort of, be considered OMS, as it takes place after TMP but before TWOK.

Words: 11484, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Original Series

Fandoms: Star Trek: The Original Series

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Hikaru Sulu, Nyota Uhura, Pavel Chekov, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Anne Saunders

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, Spock & Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Shuttlecraft Accident, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Star Trek I: The Motion Picture, Conspiracy, Self-Sacrifice, True Love, Bonding, Treason, T'hy'la

#AO3 works tagged 'James T. Kirk/Spock'#Spirk #James T. KirkxSpock

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carrietrekkie · 5 years

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Always Remember Us This Way.

This goes through my mind the last few days. It really didn´t fit in my timeline for Cathrin, its a little outstanding but I found it worth sharing.

The other story goes on, the two had a way to go and the next parts are more romantic but for now...

Sometimes there is need for a sad story, so you warned!

And if you don´t mind, let me know what you think of it! Or if you want me to tag you!

A hectic remark than the shuttle bay exploded in red warning lights and panic screams.

“Everybody out here!”

The damaged shuttle crashed to the ground, teared everything in its way with it.

God, which one aloud this hothead to fly!

Behind her she heard someone stumble and felt to the ground.

“Oh no no no!” Cathrin jumped to the Ensign. “Leave it here! Get out!” She grabbed her arm, pulled it and the young woman slides over the floor to the door. Right in front of her the shuttle stroked against some heavy cargo boxes and transformed them into bullets. Deadly and fast.

To fast.

„Pike!“

She didin´t saw the box coming. She just felt how it hits her, teared her off her feet and slamed her into the wall behind her.

Cathrin heard a scream but it was not hers. She just felt how the weight of the cargo pressed the life out of her crushed body.

“Oh please no.” She felt a hand grabs hers that was free and still intact. “There is help on its way, don´t.” Una sobbed lightly, than raised her voice. „Someone needs to call the Captain!“

„I...“ „Don´t speak, save your power.“

Slowly Cathrin blinked at her friend, unable to say something comforting, then she knew were this goes. She was already dead, nothing here could save her. Every sound became duller, the pictures before her eyes vanished, her body gets number with every breath she managed to take.

Right before everything turned to silver glass she saw him. Chris stormed into the hanger, his eyes wide, heavy breathing. She breathed in, opened her moth as he replaced Una, grabbing her hand but it was too late.

As Chris fingers touched her, he could felt how her breath left her. There was a short glimmer in her eyes, as she saw him, a glimpse that she recognized him, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye and took her with it. She didn´t saw anymore how Chris collapsed, felt to the ground, right into Spocks arms and she didn´t heard him scream. This heartbreaking, painful and desperately scream that took every noise from the hangar before it took the heart of the USS Enterprise.

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Pink roses. There were all around this place. From a pale tone all the way to a dark, rich tone. Like her lips, when he kissed her too much. It seemed like everyone brought some for her, except him.

In his hand he holds a single white calla lily. Like the one that was her bridal flowers, the one she planted at their house in Mojave, like the one that always makes her smile.

He heard the steps behind him. He didn´t need to turn around too knew to whom they belong. There were always behind him these days. And he was thankful for that and it would come the time were he could say thank you for that, but not today.

“Chris.” It was strange for Spock to address him like that, but the Captain had asked for and he had consented it. Pike stood still there where he had left him. He heard him breath heavily, maybe he cried again, even if Spock wondered how he still had left tears to cry.

“I´m sorry, but it´s about time.”

“Yes.” His voice was rough, broken. “I know.”

A few steps away Spock stopped. The coffin was still open. Until an hour ago her friends had said goodbye, then Chris requested everyone to leave, since then he stood there. Now he moved infinitely slowly. His hand trembled as he turned to face her.

“She looks, like she´s sleeping.” A tear rolled down his cheek, gets lost in all the ones he cried before. “How could it be, that she is dead?” Chris looked briefly at Spock. He knew that this was not a question for which Pike expected an answer and he had none.

Carefully Chris strokes away a strand of hair, that strand that never stayed in that place she wished for. A small red line on her temple was all that could be seen from her injures. Her uniform covered, her smashed body. Chris fingers glided over her cheek, he wanted to remember every detail till forever. He grabbed out for her hand, closed his fingers around them and hold them.

How many times had those hands held him up, guided him, saved him, and now? It was missing, he felt like he was falling into infinity.

He stroked her wedding ring, than he pulled it gently from her finger. At least he wanted to keep it.

Then he leaned over her and kissed her lips before he put his forehead on hers.

“I love you, Cathrin.” His words vanished in his faint sobbing. „You saved me, so many times.” Chris wanted to say so much, but he couldn´t, he didn´t manage to express his feelings, the mourning overlaying everything.

Spock's firm grip on his shoulder scared him to death, but he was grateful he was here. He reached for this hand and hold on tight, then straightened up and realized that not only Spock was with him. Just a few steps away stood Una. Her eyes tear-stained and tired.

“Everyone would understand if you can´t be there.” She approached toward him. “This here is for Starfleet not for her.” She raised her hand to dry some tears on his cheek. “Not for both of you.”

“I´m coming.” He put his thumb and forefinger to his eyes, took a deep breath, then Chris took one last look back to her. He did not need words, she could not hear them anymore. “Not like this Chris.” Una laid one arm around him, pulled him away. “That should not be the way you remember her.”

She was right. He didn´t want to remember her like that. Chris want to remember the beautiful things of her life.

The first time he saw her in her blue Discovery uniform, so unsure because she didn’t knew, what it means to wear one.

As she stood before him in her light blue Enterprise Uniform, the feeling in his heart, that she never left him, even if they don´t were together at those time.

That Moment he found her on the seashore, wearing those staggeringly ball gown, her gaze into the stars, not knowing that he watched her and that look in her eyes as she gazed back over her shoulder to smile at him.

As she told him, she would stay with him, although there was a way back into her reality.

Her smile as he asked her to marry him.

The slight trembling of her hand as she put her in his to become his wife.

How proud she was on the day as she took her Hippocratic Oath.

Seeing her the first time as Commander, emerge from the command chair of the Enterprise after having the conn in his absence.

How she whispered his name when they slept together.

Her scent, her smile, her sense of humor. She so perfectly in his arms when she danced to their song.

Always remember us this way.

Yes, that was the way he will remember her and at some point he would be able to smile again if he thought about it, even if that day was not today.

Today he had to let her go, need to watch how Starfleet said goodbye to her, hopping that something carried him through this ceremony as it was expected from him. As Cathrin had expected it from him and so he turned around, grabbed Unas hand, grateful for that hold and walked away.

“Spock?” The Commander looked at him, he nodded, than he looked at Cathrin one last time. “Farewell my friend, I will never forget, what you have done for me.”

Then he unlocked Una and escorted Captain Pike outside und somehow they all made it through this mourning ceremony, heard the loving and emotional words, comforted friends and comrades, prepared her a worthy farewell. And as soon the protocol allows it, they managed to get Christopher away from all that.

He didn´t knew how many hands he had shaken, how often he had heard condolences and well-meaning words. Chris appreciated it but he was tired of hearing them, exhausted from his sorrow and this day. He only knew one thing clearly and now he must tell it to this two wonderful people.

“I´m not going back to Enterprise.”

“Captain?” Spock found his voice as first again.

„I can´t, it´s impossible.“

What could they said? Of course they understood it and yet it broke their hearts at all. He loosed more than just the love of his life on this day and everything on board would remind him of her. There was no place, no corner, no deck that wasn´t part of their story.

And so Captain Christopher Pike left the USS Enterprise and on a peaceful afternoon on his ranch he handed over the command to Captain James T. Kirk. Just the two Captains, a few warm words and the hope that there where brighter days to come.

“For you.” Chris handed Jim a leather bounded notebook.

“What´s that?” The young captain closed his hand around it.

“Cathrin left it to you.” He gazed towards the sinking sun.

“Ehm.” Kirk was unsure about that gift.

“It’s a book Jim.”

“I know what it is but why me?” Carefully he opened it up.

“These are her legacy, everything she brought with her from her reality.” He raised his hand to interrupted Kirk. “It´s for you, you and your first officer, no one else.”

“Only Spock and I?” Kirk softly shocked his head. “Are you sure you will gave it away?”

“I am.” Pike smiled lightly. He was able to do that a little bit more again, than he got serious again. “So she left?”

“Yes.” Kirk nodded. “She never get over it. I guess she goes back to her home world, her husband collected her things form her quarter a few day ago.”

“How´s Spock?”

“At least, from the point that I have, he´s doing fine.” Kirk gazed on the flowers that growing around the stairs. “He had one of them in his quarters.”

“You learn to know him better.” Pike shortly placed a hand on Kirks shoulder. “It took its time but anyway.” He brought on a little smile. “Thanks for coming here.”

“It was an honor, Sir.”

“Chris.”

Kirk nodded than turned to go but hold himself back al last time.

“Are you really sure Chris?” Kirk couldn´t believe it as he received the replacement order a few days ago. Him, the Captain of the Enterprise? How could he fill out such great footsteps? He saw the gaze of the man before him gets lost into the sinking sun.

“Her heartbeat drives me on and now.” Chris tired eyes turned towards him. “There is a long story behind this, that I couldn´t tell you.”

Jim understood. There was something around Chris and Cathrin everyone could feel but no one ever gets behind it.

“The Enterprise was once my home, our home, it is still, but not for me.”

“I will take good care of her.”

“Of that I´m sure.”

That was there goodbye. Kirk never expected to see him again, at least not in this way he did finally. He carried this hour in his heart forever, back on Enterprise he closed away the notebook, it would take years if he started to read in it.

Chris was not surprised by the offer that was carried towards him a few weeks later. A vacation replacement for an old friend. Just babysit some cadets on a J-class vessel. An easy training flight. No away missions, no plans of unexpected things.

And so he walked on through the engine room that day knowing what was the next thing that comes. The inescapable, the fate he sealed so long ago, right in front of him. He always wondered what´s him finally made to go back into this hell of gamma rays and fire to save the cadets. On this morning as he opened his eyes he instantly knew it.

It was Cathrin, it was always her. More than Starfleet she was his drive, his guiding light, her love had made him go through the most terrible things and even she was gone, she was still in his heart, mind and soul and so he could do this.

Could carried the wounded girl out of the flames, catches the burned boy as he felt from the gallery and accepted his fate as the heavy doors shut down before him, cut him away from the students screaming at him, trying to save him, hopelessly.

The year past that day vanished in pain and sorrow. Every day like the day before, on and on as an unending time loop, till that rainy morning the door opened and two old friends entered his room.

It took Spock month to collect everything he needed, to write down all that he know about Cathrin, to get the letters, pictures and memories of all her friends but he did it and he did it well. Chris memories are the last piece to this puzzle.

After a rollercoaster ride he found himself laying on a blanked under a cherry tree, a softly breeze around him and a well-known and long missed touch in his hair. Chris was afraid to open up his eyes, scared that it was just a dream, like hundreds and thousands nights before but he pulled himself together and moved his hand to reach for the fingers in his hair.

Gently he touched it, they didn’t vanished, instead they closed around his and seconds later he felt a soft kiss on his fingertips. His nerves exploded, finally in a way that didn´t hurt him and then he heard that voice he missed so badly.

“Wake up sleepyhead.”

“I can´t.” He felt a single tear running down his check.

“Why?”

“What if I open my eyes and you´re gone.” He breathed in. “Left me again.”

“I never left you.” A slightly giggle go with these words. “Or will.”

And then she whispered those words, she once sung for him.

“The part of me that´s you would never die.” “Cathrin.”

Then he opened his eyes. And there she was, like she never was away. That warm, loving look in her eyes, a lightly smile on her lips, her hair moved slowly in the wind.

“This is an illusion.” It must, Kirk and Spock brought him to Talos. But it felt so real, she felt so real and after those years of pain, sorrow and loneliness he was ready to get involved, to abandon himself to this world they created from him. And with no hesitation he leaned towards her, pulled her in his arm and kissed her, as his life depended on these single kiss. She broke off the kiss, smiling at him, tears in her beautiful green eyes as he gazed into his blue ones.

“You miss me?”

“You can´t imagine how much.” His fingers running through her hair, over her neck, along her collarbone. “I lost you and its hurts so much.” He felt how it broke out of him. With her fingers he catches the tears on his face. God, how he missed her touch.

“I´m so sorry for...”

He placed her fingers on her lips, she stopped talking.

“I love you.”

Again they merged in an affectional kiss, mixed up with tears and Chris hold her so firmly in his arms that he could felt the unusual effort in his muscle but he didn´t care, everything he cares in this moment was her in his arms and from know on it would never be different again.

And so, even if it was an illusion, they live her life together on Talos, far away from Starfleet and everything that could separate them. But Chris body was still damaged, it was not possible to heal him anyway, like hers so long ago.

Cathrin holds his hand, whispering to him and lays beside him as he closed his eyes forever and passed away on a cloudy day on Talos.

And with his last breath, they both fade away, together, right into the stars, forever…

#star trek discovery fan fiction #captain chris pike #christopher pike #captain pike x reader #captain pike x oc #star trek discovery oc #chris pike #christopher pike x reader

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captainkirkmccoy · 5 years

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Valentine's prompt: Sarek drunk on chocolate, comming Jim to ask when he's getting grandbabies. Spock is mortified.

“Oh, incoming. It’s your in-law.” Bones tossed Jim his comm and settled back into the couch.

“You love calling Sarek that, don’t you?” Jim stared down at the comm that was indeed displaying an incoming request from his father-in-law.

“If anyone deserved in-laws, James T. Kirk, it’s you.”

“Sarek loves me.” Jim made a face and debated on answering it and interrupting his time with Bones–who probably wouldn’t care now that he was two glasses in–or paying for it later after a strongly worded note landed in Spock’s inbox.

Bones hid his snort in his glass and took another healthy drink. Scotty had once again procured the best of the best from his recent shoreleave.

“Babe! Did we miss a birthday?” Jim called, hopping up from his very comfortable chair where he was planning on spending most of the evening beating Bones in Retro Trivia while drunk off his ass until Spock pulled him into bed and saw Bones safely down the hallway to his own quarters. It was a good plan.

“No?” Came his bondmate’s response. Jim could almost hear the raised eyebrow.

“Your dad is calling me. Your dad only calls me to yell at me.”

“You said he loved you!” Bones shot back.

“Tolerating is basically love in Vulcan, Bones. Shut up.”

Spock appeared at his side, staring down at Jim with the beginnings of disapproval etched into every crease of his gorgeous forehead. Jim blew out his breath and answered.

“Sarek! Everything alright?”

“No, Jim. It is most definitely not alright.”

Spock leaned over so to speak directly into the comm’s tiny speaker–an unecessary gesture but one Jim understood for the urgency of it. “Father? What is wrong?”

“Everything, my son.” There was an awful silence and Jim was ready to hit red alert and head to New Vulcan right away. “You and your mate have not given me a grandbaby.”

“I’m sorry, Sarek. Did you say, grandbaby?”

GRANDBABY? Bones mouthed.

“Yes, Jim. I want grandchildren. You and my son should, as you Terrans say, get to it.”

Bones snorted again, a wild sound and then promptly fell over in a fit of barely contained guffaws.

“I did not know he was that trashed.” Jim said when Spock glared at him and then he took the comm, stepping back from Jim and the chair and Bones and his choking laugh snorts.

“Father, are you inebriated?” Spock

“I am, my son.”

“Oh, shit.” Jim sat up and was happy to report that the room did not spin but his husband did reach out a hand to steady him anyway and that was definitely true love, right there.

“There was a memorial for one of the elders and he requested that we celebrate with a chocolate fondue service.”

Jim sifted through what Sarek just said and decided the most important part was, he reached over and hit the mute button so fast. “Spock. Love of my life. There’s a chocolate fondue service on New Vulcan and you didn’t tell me?”

“It is an emotional ceremony that many do not choose to partake in.”

“If I die, I want that. Okay? Chocolate fondue for all.”

Spock glared harder. Yes, it was a thing, to glare harder.

“Jim, I think you should name her Amanda. I imagine that she’ll have my wife’s eyes. Beautiful eyes. Spock’s eyes. I would love to see those again in my granddaughter.”

“Whoa, whoa, if we were to have grandchildren, we would adopt. Plenty of kids out there that need homes.”

“Noble, but unnecessary for your first child. There are Vulcan…traditions that must be upheld. Plot a course for New Vulcan at once and we will discuss.”

“Father!” Spock’s freckles were turning green.

Bones, who had uprighted himself and now was kneeling by the couch, groaned and muttered about enough talk about Vulcan tradition.

“Sarek, we can’t just ditch our mission for Vulcan talk making babies.”

Spock reached out for Jim’s hand and he felt and heard his husband beg for Jim to just quit talking.

“This cannot wait. There is such thing as a biological clock, Jim.”

“Oh god, I’ve heard enough.” Bones too, looked like he was about to turn green and managed to get to his feet and only sway a bit in the process.

“Sarek, we’re both men–you know that, right? Biological children, while great, might not fully happen. We don’t even know if, well, if we’re compatible with a donor or surrogate–”

“It’s been handled, Jim. Just get here. I want grandbabies. Now.” And then the comm. went dead.

Jim tossed the comm back to Spock, who looked like he might fall into the chair Jim had been forced to vacate. “Wanna tell me what that’s about?”

“Not while I’m here, you don’t!” Bones took the bottle of Scotty’s brew and saluted, somehow managing to make it to the door and out before Jim could beg him to stay and be a buffer.

Spock pressed his fingertips into his forehead. “I need a drink.”

“We have some actual hot chocolate.”

“I would not object.”

Jim grinned and plopped a messy kiss on Spock’s forehead. “He’ll apologize in the morning.”

“No, he’ll just ask us in a way that is more to his character, most likely with an ultimatum or two.”

Jim considered this. “Could be fun?”

“T’hy’la, only you could find a positive to this.’

“You’ll show me what he meant after the hot chocolate, though, right?”

Spock threw the comm at him.

#acadiana-here #spirk #james t. kirk and spock #drunk vulcans #valentine's day fic #t'hy'la #drabbles #star trek fic

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lacontroller1991 · 6 years

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James T Kirk x Reader

(Warning: spoilers)

Your friend, scratch that, your lover, the Captain, sat alone in the dark observation room starring out into space. When he had died you were a wreck, the man you love had died in front of your eyes. Now, here the famous Captain Kirk sat in complete silence.

"Beautiful isn't it (Y/N)?" He asked without turning to face you. Patting his hand on an empty space next to him, you gently sat sat next to him.

"Very much so Jim," you whispered as you were captivated by the blue nebula that are his eyes. Blushing, you turned away as his hand grasped yours in a tight clutch. Tears welled into your eyes as his dead body scarred itself permanently in your brain.

"Hey (Y/N), it's okay, you don't have to be strong, you can let go," he gently said, pulling you into his pap as sobs wracked through your body.

"You were dead Jim, dead. Your dead body haunts my dreams to this day." You cried into his shoulder, damping his yellow command shirt. He soothingly rubbed your back as tears pricked his eyes. One hand rumajed into his pocket for the small box that held his mother's old engagement ring. While in the hospital, his mom had given him the ring that he would give to his future wife. Now, Jim held the woman he wants to marry in his arms. As you calmed down, a silence come over you two. Staying in his embrace, he kissed the top of your head.

"I love you Jim. I dont know what I'll do if Bones can't bring you back to life again." You mumbled into his shoulder as his hand ran through your hair.

"If you love me so much, marry me?" He asked with his famous smile.

"What?"

" (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I love you with my life and everything else. I will be the happiest man in the universe if you said yes. So will you marry me?"

"Oh Captain, my captain, of course I will!" Kissing him passionately, you toppled him over in a heated lip locking session.

"Bridge to Captain."

"Captain here, what's wrong Mr. Spock?"

"We have a situation, please report to the bridge immediately."

"On my way," Jim said into the comm before kissing his now fiancé on the lips, "meet me in my quarters at 10?" He asked as you nodded.

"Aye aye captain," sending him away with a wink, you sighed in content, playing with the ring.

#jim #james t. kirk #captain kirk #reader #reader insert #jim kirk #jim kirk x reader #star trek aos #star trek #star trek into darkness #spoilers

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JAMES T KIRK, DEAD WIFE.

Spoilers for Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, up to 2x9

So not a lot of people are talking about this (the state of trek fandom in 2023 is such a surprise to me, having lived through 2009 especially, but also the last decade of the 1900s), so IMMA TALK ABOUT IT.

My one complaint about Strange New Worlds is that it is way too straight, but lol at me, my one very strong shippy feel is a straight pairing - let’s fucking go:

SO. THE USS ENTERPRISE SECURITY CHIEF LA’AN NOONIEN SINGH, DESCENDANT OF KHAN (from the <s>90s</i> 2020s) FELL IN LOVE WITH HER OWN EDITH KEELER IN TIME TRAVEL HIJINKS: A CAPTAIN KIRK FROM A DYSTOPIAN FUTURE WHERE HIS LIFE IS AWFUL <s>and spock hates him</s> AND HIS BROTHER IS DEAD. BUT HE IS STILL A GOOD MAN. SUCH. A GOOD. MAN.

(and specifically, he’s such a good man in that HE COMES FROM A DARK TIMELINE, he’s from SPACE!, he’s never lived in Iowa! His brother is dead! And he could be mirror kirk but he isn’t! He’s a good honorable man shaped by different traumas, and he fell in love with her because she’s a great fish out of water, holy shit, GET THAT FISH OUT OF THE WATER)

and then romulan mary queen of scots from reign shoots this Kirk dead and the GOOFY TIME TRAVEL AGENCY FROM DS9 (The Department of Temporal Investigations) is like “lol la'annie, babes, you can’t tell a soul about this” and La’an, our poor dear traumatized tightly-wound perfectionist, can only weep into her pillow.

but as the tweet by twitter user campy alien says:

SO NOW SHE IS FACED CONSTANTLY WITH THE REAL JAMES TIBERIUS (tiberius? that’s the worst) KIRK and he’s not her kirk and he’s not anyone’s kirk (is he carol marcus’ kirk? ha ha not for long)

And it’s just buckets of angst (affectionate).

(re the title to this post: in the musical episode, she has a fantasy of smiling at her kirk under a white sheet in bed and WE KNOW THE TROPE, PARAMOUNT. THANKS FOR GIVING US, DEAD WIFE JAMES T KIRK. 13 out of 10, no notes.)

I think this would all be nonsense if it wasn’t for how Paul Wesley is playing Kirk (and the writers are writing Kirk) as this very GENTLE KIRK (Pine, Shatner; not defined by gentleness). He’s deeply charming and romantic and fun and yes full of himself and just a very gentle interested heroic person in the periphery of the current USS Enterprise. Makes sense that he would inherit the chair, makes sense that this Kirk would get cocky in a few years, makes sense this Kirk would fall in love with every woman he sees, <s>doesn’t yet make sense how this Kirk and this Spock would fall in love, that’s another post to make; also as your resident kirk x bones, i’m tapping my gd foot (slowly, i love m'benga!!)</s>. AND I LIKE THAT A LOT. (I live in a house divided, my wife hates him.)

Because there are knives in La’an under that tightly wound surface and there’s just a wonderful bruise there to press on. THIS KIRK IS NOT HER KIRK, AND WILL NEVER BE HER KIRK. HER KIRK IS DEAD AS IF HE NEVER EXISTED AT ALL. How do you process this and move on? Loved to see her tell Kirk about it (loved to see her christen him as Jim) and hope to see how this progresses.

Final thought (for now): La’an being a new character with a Very Famous Name; where does she end up when a changed USS Enterprise goes on its five year mission (without a security chief apparently)?

#look i just have a lot of feelings about them and no where to put them but here #la'an noonien singh #james tiberius kirk #laankirk #noonkirk #idk what we're calling it #strange new worlds #star trek #laan noonien singh #james t kirk #deadwife james t kirk #i've been in trek fandom too long #multishipper fandom grandma #text post

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TV Guidance Counselor Episode 571: Rob Hill

February 15-21, 1986

This week Ken travels across the Atlantic as he welcomes author and YouTube ninja, the man behind The Bad Movie Bible, Rob Hill.

Ken and Rob discuss Ken's fandom, Rob's YouTube channel, lockdown driven creativity, Murder She Wrote, Rob's thinking around his issue, embracing nostalgia, context and intent, South Park, Michael McIntyre, loving American Culture, traveling to America once as a kid, Punky Brewster, how adult US action shows were children's show in the UK, The TV Times, BBC, M*A*S*H, Dallas, UK soaps vs US Nighttime soaps, how the TV Times had no cigarette ads, TV News revealing too many government secrets, taking digs at your star, Cheers, shows about alcoholics, Mr. T vs George Peppard, 2 Live Crew's Me So Horny, being the king of the UK, Ken always looking on the bright side, Benson, Soap's popularity in the UK, David Rappaport's week, Dave DeCoteau's filmography, TV guest stars, sexing up Buck Rogers, Battlestar Gallactica, US TV movies being theatrical movies in the UK and Europe, really trying to mine the concept of a dead porn star ghost despite it failing again and again, Amazing Stories, Joe Dante, The Last Days of Frank and Jesse James, Robert Guillaume in Phantom of the Opera, Johnny Cash, Charlie Daniels, your wife playing your mother, Operation Kid Brother, Robin Hood, George C. Scott talking about abortion on ABC, Kirk Cameron, Listen to Me, Knight Rider, shows where people are reincarnated as machines or animals, Metal Micky, Airwolf, M.A.N.T.I.S., satellite TV, watching six hours of Dallas a day, After the Fall of New York, Italian B movies, Ceefax, Highway to Heaven, Benny Hill, Blacke's Magic, The Captain American musical, Danger Mouse, All Creatures Great and Small, Chuck Norris, Matt Helm, Way of the Dragon, The Misfits of Science, Baywatch and the incredible, unbelievable nature of David Hassellhoff's autobiography.

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valmaior-blog · 4 years

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Asymptotically tending...

Saturday 13/07/2019. A momentous day. I took a shower! Showering in itself is not that unusual, I shower every month, whether I need it or not;-) This was a momentous day because it was my first shower in my as yet incomplete new bathroom, and by new, I mean new. New concrete floor, new drains, new plumbing, rebuilt walls, new floor and wall tiles, new toilet-bidet-sink, new mirror, new electrics, new ceiling, new doorway, new window, and incomplete because the last 4 items are not yet installed.

Funny thing about the bathroom mirror, it is of the “blue touch” type. It has a permanently illuminated blue circle – very useful at night, which can be touched to turn the built in lights on, or off and cycle through the lighting options. Made in China. On the box, it proclaimed blue tooth – silly Chinese. Obviously never heard of Blue Touch, so I assume it was an error and had been helpfully corrected by the packaging printers for the manufacturer, except that after it was installed, I discovered that my phone can connect to it and play music. (apologies China) Also, when the lights are on, a heating element demists the central part of the mirror. Neither of these functions were on my list of essential features for a mirror.

The main problem has been the size of the house – 188 square meters – over 2000 square feet, and apart from the kitchen, (and now the main bathroom) the ceilings are over 3.5 meters (12 feet) high. Actually, the real problem has been underestimating the amount of work required, overestimating my skill and ability, and working around the lack of specialised tools.

So, it is now 2020. Time for an update. Progress has been slow. It is 1 year and 11 months since we bought the house. My initial estimate of 2 months to make it habitable is just a vague memory. The deeper I dig, the more I find that needs fixing. The termite damage that I though was confined to skirting boards proved to be more extensive. In places all the wood has been destroyed leaving just the paint! The schist stone construction is great for plants and small animals. It is like a dry stone wall, but the inside spaces are packed with soil. Where I replace termite terminated wood, I use concrete if possible.

In October, I visited the local health centre. I needed a medical to apply for a Portuguese driving license. I had been registered there for 3 years, but this was my first visit. While I was there, I was interrogated about my medical history, got measured, got a flu jab in one arm, and a tetanus jab in the other. Gluteus maximus, was untroubled. I have no idea if this is now the norm, or another Portuguese idiosyncrasy. Passed the driving test bit with no problems, amazingly, my eyesight was classed as perfect, but blood pressure was ridiculously high, looks like I will be on medication for a while. I was sent for chest X-rays, blood tests, I wore a heart monitor for 24 hours, and later, a blood pressure sampler for 24 hours. That machine squeezed my left bicep every 20 minute during the day, then allegedly every 30 minutes at night, but I don’t know for sure, because it didn’t wake me up. On my last visit to the Doc, I was told that heart and lungs were fine. My blood test results went missing somewhere, so I had to go to the lab and get them printed again. Steamed open the envelope that I have to deliver to the doctor, and checked. Cholesterol 188?? I should be dead. Checked the units – seems that EU and US have a different set of units to those in the UK, so divide by 40ish gives 4.7. He lives – again! Seems weird that the US uses the same metric units as the EU, but UK doesn’t.

The flu jab seems to have been a waste of time though. I was stuck down with a severe case of man flu over Christmas and New Year.

Only those who have lived through man flu can appreciate the heroic efforts I must have made to cook a full Christmas dinner, including Christmas pud. I didn’t get round to making mince pies until New Years day though. That did give the mincemeat a little extra maturing time – 800% extra.

Highlights of 2019?

1) Transporting a new double bed and mattress and wife to the house completely inside a Fiat Punto – just the normal hatchback version, with all widows and doors closed!

2) Successfully gluing 8 pieces of broken granite counter top (kitchen worktop) back into 1 piece. (there was no way I would have been able to match the colour)

Spanish windlass in action.

So, we now have a basic but working bedroom, and have stayed over a few nights, we have a fully functioning kitchen and bathroom, but still lots of very dusty jobs to do before we can take up residence.

I received my Portuguese “Carta de Condução” a few days before Christmas. It took just under 2 months to arrive, which is very fast compared to times reported by the expats in the Algarve. It does involve Portuguese IMT communicating with UK DVLA to cancel my UK licence before a Portuguese version can be issued.

This was something I had to do, for two reasons.

1) To legally hold a UK licence, I must have a UK address.

2) To legally drive in Portugal for longer than 3 months, I need either an EU licence which has to be registered with the Portuguese Authorities every 2 years, or a Portuguese licence.

As it was looking increasingly as though my UK EU licence would cease to be an EU licence, I jumped before I was pushed. Exchanging a non-EU licence for a Portuguese licence generally involves retaking a driving test, which is only conducted in Portuguese.

I also renewed my passport online at the same time, which was processed very quickly. Perhaps because I waited 1 month to send my old passport back. However, DHL failed to deliver it on 3 occasions. I guess the driver just looked at the street name and thought “I know where that is” and went to the wrong street in the wrong town. I used the house address for the passport, because I had no idea how long it would take. I had to use the apartment address for the driving licence, because that is my registered address at IMT.

During the height of summer, we were surrounded by forest fires – not close enough to be scary, and we are far enough from the trees to satisfy our insurance company. There are, I think, about 12 water bombing planes in Portugal, and 4 of them were doing circuits and dumps (anyone?) loudly over our house for a few days.

There were some local road and expressway closures, and when reopened, evidence of major conflagrations on both sides, but as far as I am aware, locally, damage was restricted to vegetation.

Portugal is an odd country in many ways. Soon after we moved into the apartment, we found that there was a LIDL closer to us that the store that we had been visiting. So, we made that our local. Cheddar cheese from there is acceptable quality, and half the price of cheddar from the supermarkets. Man cannot live without cheese on toast! Also, IMHO, their croissants are superior to those purchased from E. LeClerk or Auchan. Anyway, I digress. Travelling to and from LIDL, we used to often pass a woman who appeared to be living in a Ford Transit (or similar) she seemed to spend most of her time sitting in a camping chair watching the traffic. I guessed this was the result of a breakup or a death. She was a fairly ordinary middle age specimen, somewhat overweight, and not well dressed.

When we drove to the beach though, we would sometimes pass aged grannies sitting on plastics stools, presumably abandoned by their families, who considered them too doddery to trudge through the pine forest collecting cones, firewood, mushrooms and stuff. This seemed to be common. It wasn’t until we traveled further afield, along roads more used by truckers, that the ladies sitting at the sides of the roads became younger, more provocatively dressed, and all seemed to have orange skin, like Donald Trump, or like original James T. Kirk Star Trek aliens. Then the Euro cent dropped. Not sure about the grannies, however, we often pass an orange skinned granny, though it seems that she is only there when there is no competition. Holidays, Sundays – bad weather etc.

Pet Peeves.

1)Expressways!

There is not much wrong with the expressways as such, but the sliproads (on/off ramps) seem to have been added as an afterthought, or without any thought at all.

As an example, here are two junctions I use frequently.

The north/south expressway is the A1, the main (and only practical) route to drive between Lisbon and Porto. The east/west A25 expressway heads across the border, towards Madrid.

I approach this junction from the top right on a sharpish right hand bend, which prevents me from reaching a safe joining speed. The trees on my left prevent me from seeing approaching traffic, and the slip road is only 65m long, and even that requires use of the shoulder.

What makes it worse, is that 80m further on is the exit slip to join the A1 in both directions, so vehicles intending to take that route are unwilling to move into the adjacent lane to give joining traffic some space.

The next example is in the centre of Porto. Again, I approach from the top right. A 2 lane slip road, which becomes 1 lane. This section is always busy, that is at the time I use it. The slip road is from the A28 expressway which runs north from Porto, and I am joining the A1 again, which here forms part of the Porto inner ring. I have usually queued on the A28 for 20 minutes to get here. With bad timing, that can be much longer.

I am trying to match the speed of the traffic on the A1, while watching for cars merging from the right. The evil designers plan here, was to make this entry slip road also function as an exit slip road. So some vehicles on the A1 are slowing down to try to move onto the slip road, and other vehicles on the slip road have no intention of joining the A1, but are heading for the exit.

The final example is just stupidity. Again the A1. This pic has been rotated 90 degrees, so north is on the right. So, heading south on a 3 lane expressway, you arrive at a junction. Conventional exit, 3 lanes continue. Just before the southbound traffic from the junction tries to join, the 3 lanes are reduced to 2, then the joining traffic has to squeeze onto an expressway which is suddenly 50% busier, and drivers who found themselves suddenly without a lane are trying to settle into their new spot and not worrying about joining traffic. Sometimes vehicles unable to find a gap are forced off the expressway and onto the slip road. The problem is not the reduction to two lanes, but where the reduction is located.

Finally, the cost. Almost all expressways have tolls. The quickest route from apartment to house (according to google) incurs a cost of €3.1 That is €31 per week if we go there and back on 5 days, and that is in the cheapest car class. When I rented a van to collect the kitchen, I racked up tolls of almost €200 over a weekend.

Pet Peeve 2 – Import duties.

Before we moved to Portugal, I bought a UK registered Left hand drive Freelander, thinking that I could just switch the registration to Portuguese when I arrived. Yes I could, but I would have to pay taxes of €12000. Used cars incur the same tax as new cars. Portugal has been told by the EU that this is illegal, but refuses to change. The cost of cars in Portugal is astronomical, so old cars are still valuable and are still kept running. If Portugal was forced to change, the price of used cars would collapse. Imports of goods from outside the EU have severe problems getting through Portuguese customs. They are frequently held up for months and incur significant charges, such that many people just refuse to pay.

I have just informed our landlord that we will leave in 2 months time, so that is how long we have to get everything ready. When we move in, there will still be a lot to do. I have a plan to fix the sagging wall (see blog). I found a problem with the river that runs through it (see blog) the stream exits the house though a tunnel in the wall. One day after heavy rain the previous day, the stream was insignificant, but the water was deep in the tunnel. I had no idea where the water goes when it flows out of the building, the exit is below ground level. I poked the hole with a sharp stick, and hit fairly solid stuff. Another job for the to do list. A few days later, heavy rain again, I wandered out to inspect it. Our tarmac driveway is on the other side of the wall, and there, a spring had sprung. Water was bubbling up through the tarmac driveway. I dug down to the stream where it exited the tunnel, and the was no indication of any other route that the water could take. There is no immediately obvious solution to this problem, so a bout of pondering is required. Sump and pump would probably be the easiest. If the water is raised by 1m I could pipe it to a drain, but I would much rather have a non-electromechanical solution if one can be found. I would never trust my boat to an automatic bilge pump. Though the house won’t sink, it could be damaged if a pumping system fails to operate.

The house has no heating yet, although we do have 3 portable electric heaters, and 2 portable gas heaters. I am flip flopping over systems – burning wood or pellets, oil, LPG, air conditioners, heat pump, …

Underfloor heating is not an option, the house has a mix of solid and wooden floors. I realise that in itself would not preclude underfloor heating, but it would complicate installation.

Wall insulation is not an option. The house is externally tiled, the walls are 60cm thick (that’s 2ft in old money), there is no cavity, and internal insulation would require drastic remodeling.

Double glazing is not an option, it would not suit the house. All the windows are 2m high, and 1m wide. Our internal shutters should achieve the same goal, if they can be made to seal effectively. However we did survive winter living on the boat in Preston with no effective heating – any attempt at heating resulted in torrents of condensation. However, the internal temperature never went below +3.

The last two years have been intense. I didn’t realise what the effect had been on me until I compared two virtually identical before and after photographs of myself.

Before...

And after.

I have similar pics showing the effects on Ping, but I doubt I would survive the consequences of including them here.

One theoretical benefit of the location of the house is the proximity of the only ski resort in Portugal – 2 hours drive. At virtually 2000m above sea level, snow should be guaranteed.

This is what it should look like.

And this is a live webcam feed.

We have only ventured up the mountain once – about 3 years ago, in late spring, and there was still deep snow in places sheltered from the sun.

I had marmalade on toast for breakfast this morning – homemade organic marmalade, made from homegrown oranges :-). Organic, because we have ignored the garden, not because I have strong pro-organics sentiment. This was just a trial run – our oranges are not traditional sevilles, much smaller and sweeter, I had to tweak the recipe – drastically reduced sugar, so just one test jar. Not quite Golden Shred, but better than acceptable. Not bad for my first attempt.

We have a local railway station - 2.6km from the house, but I could not find a timetable for the trains, because there are none. The route is interesting, because it follows the ground contours, even in the hilliest parts of the route. No deep straight cuttings, viaducts, bridges or embankments, though there are a couple of tunnels. It seems that a few years ago, some bad weather damaged part of the track, causing the company to impose a 30km/h speed limit. More bad weather dropped the speed limit to 10km/h, then to 0. The middle third of the line is closed, and that section includes our local station.

The eagle eyed amongst you might notice a red light on the right of the picture. We have on 3 occasions seen a train on the closed section of track. I guess there is only one maintenance depot. The exceptionally eagle eyed might notice that the track looks a little odd. That is because it is meter guage, 1.0m width. Normal tracks are 1.435m. Consequently, our line does not join with the national network. Our trains don’t fit on normal tracks, and normal trains don’t fit on our tracks. I believe that the railway company is unwilling to spend much money on repairs, and unfortunately the trains are not pretty - 2 car diesel electric, decorated in unimpressive graffiti, bought used for not much money from an East European country (Poland?) that had no further use for them.

As the Portuguese crow flies, it is 40km between the two extremities of the line, both coastal, but the track does head inland, and meanders from village to village, so the track length is much greater, almost 100km.

We tried the train once, from Aveiro to Sernada do Vouga, a little over 1 hour an 18 stations, followed by a stroll through the hills and forest to the house, a lot over 1 hour. We went back to Aveiro by bus.

It is January here - like everywhere else. We have bunches of narcissus and lilies in flower.

Grass hasn’t stopped growing, the oak trees still have leaves, the peach trees have new buds. No time to rest.

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janeykath318 · 7 years

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Adventures In The Afterlife 3

Note: Jim and Bones are both dead and gone, but their spirits live on and eavesdrop on the land of the living occasionally. Here, they’re crashing Spock and Uhura’s wedding. (This is set after my fic Loyalty, the alternate version where they don’t come back to life.)

Jim: "Such a lovely ceremony." (Sniffles and wipes heavenly tears away watching Spock and Uhura declared husband and wife) Bones: "Pretty nice. Spock didn't know he had two extra groomsman." (Chuckles slyly) Jim: (grins fondly) "Nope. And Uhura is the loveliest bride I've ever seen. Did you see his face when she came toward him?" Bones: "Sure did. The hobgoblin looked like he was going to show emotion!" Jim: (gasps dramatically) "Wonder of wonders!!" Bones: "The bad part is, we won't be able to partake of any of the cake, since we're spirits." Jim: (makes sad face) "Yeah. But they made a lovely memorial table for Spock's mom and us." (Apparates to the end of the room) Bones: (flutters over and looks on with interest) Jim: (reading) "In memory of Amanda Grayson, James T. Kirk, and Dr. Leonard H. McCoy: people who shaped our lives and left us much too soon. We will never forget." (Sighs) "Being dead sucks, but it was worth it so they'd live to see this day. Right, Bones?" Bones: (puts an arm around sparkly Jim) "Right, Jim. And I wanted to see if Vulcans could actually kiss human style." Jim: (glitters in amusement) "Well, obviously, judging by the way Spock skillfully handled that. I'd give it an eight out of ten on the hotness scale." Bones: "Hey, Look at Scotty escorting Carol. They're pretty cozy right now." (Watches them flirt adorably) Jim: "See? Told you my new role is matchmaker!!" (Sparkles smugly) Bones: (groans) "You're unbelievable, Jim. Taking all the credit, as usual." Jim: "Well, I can't help it I'm an expert in the romance division." Bones: "That's highly debatable. You went to the grave hopelessly single." Jim: (sputtering) "At least I had dates up until the day before my heroic demise!! You acted like women had the plague and then awkwardly flirted with Carol. Not exactly Cupid, you were." Bones: (ruffles feathers in agitation) "I was waiting for the right one! Didn't want a repeat of Jocelyn, that's all." (Jim suddenly perks up, glittering intently) Jim: "Look, Bones! I see some hot Vulcan making out going on!! Did you see what they did with their hands?" Bones: (squinting) "Oh, yeah. Whoa. Spock's gettin' frisky with those fingers."(Cringes) "I really didn't need to see that, dammit, Jim! I'm a spirit, not a voyeur!" (Rolls eyes) "I think I'll head back to the Great Beyond now. My great-granny wants to hear all the juicy details. She loved weddings in her time on earth." Jim: "You're such a party pooper even in the afterlife, Bones. I'm going to stick around and watch the holo pics taken. Maybe try to haunt Scotty." Bones: "Suit yourself. Don't accidentally show yourself and scare anybody into a heart attack. You've already made three ladies faint." Jim: "I got carried away. Don't worry, Bones, I won't ruin Spock and Uhura's bliss with my ghostly tricks." (Waves as Leonard flutters away) "They were just overcome by my stunning good looks." (Giggles and sparkles happily.)

#my fics #crack fic #spuhura #mckirk

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speedygal · 7 years

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The evolution of a average trekker writer

I thought of making this post because when you think about it. IT’S TRUE. For trekkers learning the robes in writing each character, of course.

Bones ran after KiRK DOWN THE HALL WITH HIS HYPOSPRAY IN HAND GOING PAST SEVERAL WOMEN AND MEN SCREAMING OFF THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS,” GET BACK HERE JIM!” Kirk was terrified.

McCoy ran after Jim down the hall with a padd in one hand, speeding past security officers and some science officers, while shouting off the top of his lungs, “Get back here, you little infant!” Nyota came to the side watching the two men engage in a chase. Jim was avoiding paperwork, again. His vaccines were just last week.

Kirk was walking down the hall without Spock. His first officer had made good pointers. And there was something about those lips. Those thighs. Those wist. Those cheeks. Those hands. And his entire being screamed to be on top of him. Kirk had a fantasy about hooking up with his first officer. They barely knew each other. Just had been thrown into space. But there was a emotional connection to a man who wasn’t was. Despite how Selek had tried to prevent a emotional transference. He failed. He saw all the memories. A emotional, comforted, loving relationship built on trust and respect and dotting over each other and--- Kirk wasn’t worth of it. He just wasn’t. How could he be worth of a Vulcan like that? So loyal and trust worthy.

Jim was walking down the hall without Spock. The corridor was empty. Spock had made a good point. Thee was something about him that Jim liked. Was it being correct? Having his back? Being a nerd? How drop dead handsome he was. Was it those brown eyes? Was it all the memories and emotional transference, the ambassador Spock Prime, had dumped on him? Was he even worthy of someone like Spock? Spock was different. A ocean of violent emotions being controlled at bay. Why was he suppose Spock’s soulmate? He had a record. Spock didn’t. He was thrusted with responsibility, greatness, and . . . How could he be saddled with a loyal crew like that? Let alone a Vulcan? He trusted a Vulcan. Because they were calculative and knew what they were doing.

Spock couldn’t keep himself restrained. Every touch by the captain was arousing--

No improvement there.

Uhura eyed at the two men. He LIKED he captain. SHE KNEW IT!!!!!

Nyota eyed at the captain and first officer. Then to Christine tending to a security officer’s injuries. She looked back toward her ex-boyfriend who appeared to be worrying over his captain. Part of her felt it was supposed to be that way. She didn’t know how to start a conversation wit a nurse. Like, hello? How do you say, “Hi, I have a crush on you” without sounding like a bit creepy? McCoy looked over toward Nyota’s direction then walked right over toward her.

“MOWE, MOWE, MOWE!” Chekov shouted. “I KAN DO IT!”

“And so the cow said, “Moo?” Pavel said. “And the Russian said, “Moo?”

Sulu pulled the leveler down.

“Pasha, I have a plant in botany you might like.” Hikaru said.

Scotty was behind the console.

“Aye aye, captain.” Scotty said.

“Keenser and I are goin’ down to shore leave, Romaine,” Scotty said. “Ye sure ye dinnae want tae come down and enjoy the ladies?” Scotty raised his eyebrow up. “I am on medical shore leave for that head injury in engineerin’.”

“Scotty, I would love to but I am not on shore leave.” Romaine said.

Scotty frowned.

“Ahh,” Scotty said, leaning back. “All right. See ye after shore leave, Romaine.”

Demora was four years old.

No improvement because she is adorable as hell. It was supposed to be Joanna.

Joanna was three years old.

“Daddy!” Joanna grabbed McCoy into a hug.

“Pumpkin!” McCoy reciprocated. “How is my little nurse doin’?”

“Mom doesn’t want me to be a nurse.” Joanna said. She was eleven years old. “I want to be a doctor just like you and help people in space!”

Jocelyn divorced him. And still bitter with him.

“Hey, how is our grumpy bear?” Jocelyn asked.

“Fine.” McCoy said. “And you?”

“Better than I was before,” Jocelyn said. “Did you say yes?” Her eyes widened in hope. “God say yes, your daughter won’t stop talking about Uncle Spock and Uncle Jim. I want her to say daddy Spock and father Jim instead of Uncle.”

Winona, Jim’s mother--

“Miss Miller?” Spock asked.

Winona smiled, giving the ta’al.

“Greetings son in law.” Winona’s cheeks were a hot shade of pink. “I heard you nearly lost him in the amazon.”

“That is a understantement.” Spock said. “He nearly lost me there.”

Pike died. And has a mysterious daughter.

“Can I attend your public wedding?” Pike asked.

“Sure.” Jim said.

“Okay I am bringing my wife and daughters---” Pike said.

“Wait you have daughters?” Jim asked.

“Yeah, do you know any girls I can hook them up with? They haven’t been out dating since they got out of high school. They need some new girls to hang out with.” Pike looked at him. “Do you?”

“Sorry, no.” Jim said.

“Damn. Maybe I should introduce the girls to the Orion cadets I met earlier.” Pike said. “They are so picky.”

That man was not Khan Noonien Singh--

“Ambassador Spock!” The officer said. “You destroyed the botany bay!”

Spock Prime looked in their direction with a hard glare.

“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.“ Spock Prime said.

Kirk was leaned against the wall behind the glass door.

Jim was leaned against the glass door with dead skin. The radiation had done its toll on him. His once pretty face was scarred. His chest wrecked in pain. His saphire eyes looked up toward the Vulcan whose hands were on the window. He closed the door then reached his hand out expressing sorrow through their bond. It was funny, Spock should be here. He died defending a alien ship from the Enterprise. He was dying from helping people be saved from his ship that went under the control of a virus.

It was fun.

And humbling.

To have served with Spock and the crew.

His T’hy’lara now had two.

His Bones can take care of him.

He had to.

“James T. Kirk? How did you find me?”

“Jim?” Spock Prime stood there in sheer amazement looking down on the old man sat down on the snow of New Vulcan. “How did you find me?” The sheer emotions clouded down upon the elder as he held a hand out for the human. “I did not think you would come after me.”

Kirk Prime took Spock Prime’s hand with a grin.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, old friend.” Kirk Prime grabbed Spock Prime into a hug. “No Klingons here this time.” Spock Prime’s hands wrapped around the elder man’s backside.

Spock softly whispered, “T’hy’la.”

Kirk Prime would explain, later, how he found his husband.

“Her name is Carol Marcus.”

“Hhis name is David Marcus.” Carol said, gesturing toward the little boy in her arms.

Jim knelt down to the little boy with hazel eyes.

“He has my moms eyes.” Jim said.

Amanda is dead. After falling to her death.

“Mother!” Spock said.

Amanda was showing off the baby pictures of Spock and Sybok to both Jim and McCoy.

“That’s your husband chewing on I-Chaya’s ear.” Amanda said.

“Daww, I never realized he was that cute.” McCoy said.

“I love it.” Jim said.

George was a constant figure over Jim’s shoulder--

“Jim, get a boyfriend.” George said.

“Dad, no!” Jim said.

“I can trust you with my brother’s corvette.” George said. Frank was a terrible father figure. That George knew but the car was his to wrek not Jims. Which was why he hid the damn keys. “Get a boyfriend who knows how to drive.”

“I know how to drive.” Jim said.

“No, you don;t. I tried, and you largely ignored it.” George said.

“You taught me to drive a hover car.” Jim said.

“Honey, he is yours!” George said. “Shore leave is over!”

Sarek chewed out Spock. And never was seen again.

“Your kid a terrible driver too?” George asked.

“He cannot drive a motorcycle. He prefers to walk.” Sarek said. “He prefers to climb the mountains.” No wonder Spock is bold and patient, George thought, here I was trying to iron my kid out from being under my brothers care and he does better than I!

“Hey, lets in a motorcycle game. Sarek.” George said.

“A motorcycle game?” Sarek asked.

“Gang, I meant.” George said, rubbing his forehead. Sometimes the words sounded better in his head.

“That would be a reasonable use of our time.” Sarek said.

“Yeah, WHEN YOU ARE NOT BUSY BEING A AMBASSADOR!” George drives away on his motorcycle leaving the Ambassador to the dust. Winona and Amanda were exchanging stories on the porch over sweet tea with Eleanor McCoy in between them. They were laughing at the startled Vulcan. George was giving the middle finger as he left.

You can rearrange any of these scenes into a full on story.

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