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starfleetsmutineer · 13 minutes ago
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THE VANISHING
ᶤᶰ კΙȣף, ᵃᶰ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ ᶤᶰᶜᶤᵈᵉᶰᵗ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶰᵗᶤᵉᶰᵗ ˡᶤᶠᵉ ᶤᶰ ᵖʳᶤᵐᵉ ᵘᶰᶤᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵘʳᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵘˢᵗ, ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵉᵛᵃˢᵗᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵇᶤᵍᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ. ᵗʳᶤˡˡᶤᵃᶰˢ ˡᵒˢᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰᶤᶰ ᵐᶤᶰᵘᵗᵉˢ.  ᵈᶤˢᶜᵒᵛᵉʳʸ ᶤˢ ᵗᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶤᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ, ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳᵛᶤᵛᵒʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵈʳᶤᵛᵉᶰ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶤᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤᶠ ᵖᵒˢˢᶤᵇˡᵉ; ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᶤᵗ.  
ᶤᵗ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵈᵉʳᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃᵇᶤˡᶤᶻᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶤᵐᶤᶰᵍˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵘˢᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ˡᶤᶠᵉ, ᵍᵃˡᵃˣʸ ʷᶤᵈᵉ, ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᵘʳᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ʳᵒᵍᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ, ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃᶰ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ ˢᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᶤᵐᵉᶰˢᶤᵒᶰ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᶜᵒᶰᵈᵘᶜᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳᶤᵐᵉᶰᵗˢ ᵒᶰ ᵐᵃᶰᶤᵖᵘˡᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵒᶠ ᵠᵘᵃᶰᵗᵘᵐ ˢᶤᵍᶰᵃᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵘˡˡʸ ˢᵘʳᵛᶤᵛᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶰᵉʷ ᵘᶰᶤᵛᵉʳˢᵉ.  
ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳᶤᵐᵉᶰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉˢˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵈᵉˢᵗᵃᵇᶤˡᶤᶻᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵉᵠᵘᶤᵖᵐᵉᶰᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵐᵉᵃᶰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶰᵉʷ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ’ˢ ᶤᶰʰᵃᵇᶤᵗᵃᶰᵗˢ. ᵘᶰᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᶤᵗ, ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵉᶜʳᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵈ, ʷʰᶤᶜʰ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵉᶜʰᵒᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢᵘᵇˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ʳᵃᶰᵈᵒᵐˡʸ ᵗᵃʳᵍᵉᵗᵉᵈ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶤᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵒᶠ ˢᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵉʷ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ.  ᵃˢ ᵃ ʳᵉˢᵘˡᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰˢ ᵠᵘᵃᶰᵗᶤᵘᵐ ˢᶤᵍᶰᵃᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵈᵉˢᵗᵃᵇᶤˡᶤᶻᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᶰᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ, ᶜᵃᵘˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉᵃʳ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵈᶤˢˢᶤᵖᵃᵗᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵃˢʰ.  
ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵉᶜᶤᵉˢ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵈᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ, ᵈᵉˢᵖᶤᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳᵃᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵘˢᵖᵉᶰᵈᵉᵈ ᶤᶰ ᵃ ᶰᵉᵘᵗʳᵃˡ ˢᵗᵃˢᶤˢ ᶤᶰ ᵃ ˢᵘᵇᵈᶤᵐᵉᶰᵗᶤᵒᶰ. ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵈᵃᵗᵃ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉᵉᵏ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ. ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵗᵉᶜʰᶰᵒˡᵒᵍʸ ᵈᵃᵐᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈᶰ’ᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ, ᵘᶰᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵈ ˡᵉᶠᵗ.
(ᶤ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᶤᵉᵈ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ˢᵉᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰˢ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵉˣᵖᵃᶰᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᵉˣᵗ. ᵖᵃʳᵗ1 ᵖᵃʳᵗ 2.)
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motsimages · 41 minutes ago
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There are a couple of things that bother me when there are “universal translators” in works of fiction (specially on TV). Let’s use Star Trek as an example because it is well known enough so that people have a reference.
First of all, it doesn’t translate: it interprets. There should mistakes, misunderstandings and mistranslations but for the sake of the story and for simplifying the work of the writers, etc. let’s say it doesn’t and it interprets as human do. And because it also translates text, we’ll go with “translator”.
Second: if I speak in my language and the translator translates, I speak in my language. My lips shouldn’t match the audio, even if (technobabble) it is my voice. If you wanted to portray this accurately (I have a chip that translates, there is a something in the ship that translates, etc.), you would even hear my voice underneath the translation. But fine again, we don’t. I should at least looked dubbed and this is something that could be shown in a film (but we don’t because it bothers people, it looks weird which in this case: it should). Why and how don’t I have a voice over? Is there an AI that makes it look like voice and sound match?
Third and related to second: if I speak in my language, I gesture in my language. When I speak Spanish, I gesture in Spanish, my face looks Spanish. When I speak in another language, I make my very best to gesture in that language, to copy what native people do. Often, I don’t succeed (specially if I get emotional about something, angry, sad, relaxed...). I gesture weirdly in English and Russian, I’m inaccurate in the way I move. You could tell I’m not a native just by looking at me. This is something a translator cannot do.
Fourth and related to third: All humans in a spaceship gesture the same, regardless of their country of origine. Fine. They spend years working together in a small space, they end up copying each other. But why aliens gesture the same as humans? How come there is a Klingon ambassador coming for a week, a Klingon who lives amongst Klingons and left only for this mission, gesturing the same as a human? Nah, impossible. (And this can be portrayed with acting, you don’t need extra technical work as you would if you were to dub everyone).
And last but not least: there is a limit in how many languages the translator can accurately translate. Most common languages are the ones that get the best translation and the rest... Look at Deepl. How many languages does it have? Which are they? English-Spanish you find good translations easily but Thai-Punjabi??? Good luck with that. Even in the EU they have relay for interpreting difficult combinations. With English you’re safe, Croatian-German? Not so sure (and so they go through English or French, like Croatian-English-German). So even if the translator has 1000 languages at a good level, it may not have 1000 language pairs and even if it does, it stops there. There are languages that aren’t included.
There is a character, Saru, who is the only one from his planet. He left, never found another one like him (well, he finds his sister at some point, they go back to his planet but mainly, he’s all alone). He is also the only one who bothered to learn languages. No wonder. If he doesn’t speak one of the most common languages, the translator can’t help him.
In this regard, there should be a team of linguists aboard to work with the AI creating a database, updating languages, vocabulary and idioms. Saru is probably working on his own language, given that only he speaks it and that he is a polyglot. I mean, how do you think Google Translate or Deepl work? (and I know because I have translated for AI and I have worked for WordReference). Someone has to, at least, develop a program to create linguistic databases, if not manually entering whatever texts you need. Ideally, each spaceship has a team of linguists and everytime the meet with another ship, they exchange databases. They are way too far to be sending emails.
As I said, I wrote this mainly thinking of Star Trek but it applies to any science fiction that relies on a machine to interpret languages. I also think of the movie “I am mother” in Netflix where a girl raised by a robot speaks the same English as a woman raised by humans. That shouldn’t be the case but that is for another essay.
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janewaystolemyheart · an hour ago
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I don’t know if anyone remembers but I’m still doing my complete Star Trek rewatch, currently I’m in season 3 of Enterprise but I’m very behind with my posts about it. I hope I have time to catch up with them!
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janewaystolemyheart · an hour ago
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Star Trek Enterprise Rewatch:
2x10 Singularity
First aired: 20 November 2002
Synopsis by Netflix: After Hoshi has used the transporter to avoid running into a storm, she starts to feel really weird.
Synopsis by Ash: After being beamed up with the transporter, Hoshi suddenly feels invisible.
ruins!
no bio signs on the whole planet?
oh no, there is a storm approaching
oh no it’s TWO storms!
evil storms
they can't take the shuttle and need to be beamed up
both Hoshi and Trip are not crazy about it xD
Trip goes first
something will definitely go wrong
AND I WILL SEE MY DREAM COME ALIVE AT LAST
Hoshi is so done :(
aww she just got ignored
she doesn’t feel right :/
they just left Hoshi sitting there :/
she’s in sickbay
she’s so worried about her molecules o.o
aww, no one is taken her serious
now she overslept!
Tucker and Mayweather have been taken hostage!
why did nobody wake her when she was late?
how the fuck did she pick up that language that fast?
Archer sent her back to her quarters :/
shower scene
omg her mirror image just disappeared for a moment?
T’Pol is reading a book :)
aww, Hoshi just basically has been replaced
she’s back in sickbay
what is Trip doing?? xD
nothing is reacting to her touch anymore!
and her reflection is disappearing!!
now really nobody can see her
but they are looking for her
aww, they think they’ve lost her
aaand Archer just walked right through Hoshi
now Trip is accusing her that she didn’t listen to him, he isn’t even apologizing??? 
Archer is talking to Hoshi’s dad :/
she’s sending them morse code
there are aliens who want to blow up the ship!
she’s sabotaging the saboteurs!!!
they can’t see her either!
she’s back on the ship?
OMG SHE ONLY IMAGINED ALL OF THAT
THERE WAS A PROBLEM WITH THE MATTER STREAM
i did NOT remember that
Archer is cheering her up :)
He is kinda trying to be the dad, the bro and the lover of the crew at the same time…
Rating: 4,5/7
Finally a Hoshi-centered episode!
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trektribute · an hour ago
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As we work hard on the final layout, here is another little contributor spotlight and a sneak-peak from artist sidetrek! Head over to their tumblr to give them some love.
tumblr // twitter
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star-trek-the-musical · an hour ago
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Bong-Luc Picard just can’t be real because it’s so unrealistic that he would smoke weed. He is more likely to snort cocaine
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itsstrange · an hour ago
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Treat me like a Patient
Relationship: Karl Urban x Reader
A/N: So this is my first Smut fic on here, but not my first smut fic I’ve written. But it is my first smut fic that I’ve written where it’s about Karl, lmao. If that makes any senses.
Anyways, this was requested by @cobe76 , I did my best with it. I don’t know much about the medical field so I apologize in advanced if things are wrong! 😬
Summary: Reader has been struggling in trying to find release, nothing seems to be working, little did she know her boyfriend knew just the trick to satisfy his princess.
Words: 4.7k
Warnings: Smut, (18+), Doctor kink, Multiple orgasms, kissing, and once again (18+) ⚠️
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ENJOY! 🔥
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You groan loudly, tossing the vibrator off your bed from frustration and lay pathetically on the comforter as you stare up at the ceiling, as if they hold the answers to why you can’t seem to find release. Two weeks, two long painful, stressful, frustrating fucking weeks it’s been since you’ve had any type of pleasure. You just can’t seem to reach that all too familiar peek anymore, the more you try the more frustrated you get and the more of a bad mood you are in.
You’ve actually forgotten what pleasure feels like. It sounds stupid, but you don’t remember what the feeling is like anymore and that alone was driving you mad. You first began to notice this in the shower a week ago. You were alone at home, resting before having to head back out to film for your upcoming project. It had been a long day at your moms house, helping out organizing the decorations for your sisters baby shower that would be happening in the next few days. Once you got home, you immediately felt the exhaustion pulling at your body with each movement, feeling a headache forming from staring at the screen all day and thinking a nice warm bath would ease off everything.
It was when you had laid back against the tub, eyes closed as you inhaled your favorite scented soap that had you thinking about him. How much you missed him, missed his smile, his astonishing eyes, his skilled lips, skilled hands—fingers exploring every inch of your body, it was then the familiar pooling sensation began to build and had you reach a hand down between your thighs. It didn’t take you long for the knot to form but after what seemed like 20 minutes later you noticed you still couldn’t release, which was odd considering you’d finish within 10 minutes whenever you thought of him. But you continued, trying to reach it again, and again, and again, and again until you gave up with a defeated sigh. It was frustrating, not being able to finish, but you didn’t think much about it, only telling yourself your body was far too tired for any of that and would try again tomorrow.
You kept telling yourself that for the rest of that week.
Now it marked two weeks where you couldn’t let go and you were sure now it had nothing to do with exhaustion. Something else was preventing it and it was pissing you off, not even toys would do the trick, even if you promised you’d never go and buy some, but you were getting desperate now. Although, after trying with a small silver vibrator and only feeling discomfort instead, you eventually gave up in finding release.
Which brought guilt and worry towards your chest. What if you wouldn’t be able to feel it again? What if this becomes a permanent thing? Is there something wrong with you? Thought after thought piled in your head as you laid on your comforter and only feeling that old familiar friend crawling up in your chest. Then the sound of your phone vibrating against the wood slightly startles you out of your thoughts, reaching a hand out for your phone you see it’s from Karl.
Karl:
Hey there beautiful, just got off work, heading out with the mates for a pint before heading home.
A small smile forms at the corner of your lips, even if you were brooding just a few seconds ago, his text messages always seemed to make everything slightly better. Tapping on the screen you reply back.
You:
Sounds good, be careful and don’t drink too much.
A minute hadn’t passed before seeing the small bubble appear in the corner.
Karl:
Always love. Don’t worry, I’m driving tonight.
You:
Okay have fun, love you.
A few seconds passed before another message comes through.
Karl:
Love you too darling, goodnight.
Sighing heavily you toss your phone to the side of the bed. Staring up at the ceiling for a few seconds you mentally curse at it until you finally decide to fall asleep. Ending the night with yet another failed attempt to find any pleasure.
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Four days later
“Alright, what’s the matter?”
“Hmm?”
Karl stops walking, turning his entire body towards you, “You’ve been awfully quiet for the past two days,”
You shrug a shoulder, “Just tired. Rydell is more of a handful now that she’s pregnant and close to her due date,”
You lie, well, half of it was a lie. Rydell really has been more challenging these past few days with the baby shower and wanting to have it the way she visualized that she quickly crawls under your skin. The other half, the whole reason for your moody attitude, was you were officially sexually frustrated. Not being able to find release had became a major problem the past few weeks and it only worsened your mood every time you failed. You tried your best to control your outbursts towards people, especially towards Rydell, she honestly didn’t need your ridiculous frustration upon her when she was near the end of line of popping.
Keeping all of your feelings inside only seemed to grow each day, making your mood turn sour and making you become easily irritated by any little thing. Although, when Karl finally came back home, your mood subsided, for two days. The moment he walked through the door and gave you a hug, he felt the way your muscles seemed tensed underneath his grip, he asked multiple times if you were okay, but you only nodded with a forced smile.
Which he knew too well to know you weren’t.
He told himself he wouldn’t push you to speak until you were ready, but after two days of you being far too quiet and coming to his home with a distant look on your face, enough was enough.
“You sure that’s it?” Karl asks, hazel eyes observing you carefully,
You drop your own eyes down to your hands tangled together, knowing very well you will give in to them if you stayed staring. You weren’t planning on telling him the truth on what’s been going on with you the past few weeks, but the way he tugs you closer by your hand told you; you’d spill it all to him.
“Talk to me,” He whispers as he softly rubs circles on your hand,
Question was, how were you going to tell him without making a fool of yourself? You’ve never been in this position and the thought alone was bringing anxiety up your chest the more you over thought the situation.
“It’s nothing—it’s.. stupid,” You shake your head, not meeting him in the eyes until he gently tugs on your hand,
“Aye,” Karl shakes his head, “None of that alright? Whatever it is, I’m with you,”
Staring into his hazel orbs you let out a soft sigh through your mouth. Saying it out loud was a lot harder than you thought. Not wanting to share your problem was one thing, but actually having to share it now, was another thing. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know how to start. How exactly does one say, ‘well I can’t get off and it’s been driving me crazy’ without making one feel ashamed of it and sound too demanding.. or desperate?
Yeah, without sounding desperate.
Sighing heavily once again, you close your eyes, thinking of a way to lay it on him, thinking of a way that won’t sound too embarrassing. You must’ve stood quiet longer than you thought because he’s pulling you closer towards him and staring into your eyes with a worried look, that alone had the words fall out of your mouth.
“For the past few weeks... I’ve been.. struggling,” You finally say, eyes avoiding his as the words come out,
Karl observes you carefully, brows knitting tighter as he tries to understand you, but the only thing that comes up in mind is not good. What exactly could be bothering you that’s making you feel uncomfortable, insecure and closed from him?
“With what?” Karl‘s voice is soft, only making you feel worse about your whole situation,
You stay quiet for a few seconds, eyes still avoiding his with your next words, “Myself,”
Karl knits his brows tighter as he slightly tilts his head to the side, trying to understand what you mean by that, but it didn’t take him long to be on board.
It made perfectly sense now, the first night he came home he went ahead and gave you a welcoming kiss and tried deepening it, you allowed it but once his hands settled underneath your bottom you had pulled away, claiming it was late. Karl didn’t think much about it, just agreed and went straight to bed with his arms wrapped around you.
When he had tried again in the morning, you pulled away once again, mentioning you had to get up to head over to Rydell’s and help out with some decorations. It wasn’t until he tried once again, last night, where he began noticing your change of behavior. You seemed more distant, in bed at least, definitely not like you. You would always be the first one to wake up and praise him with morning kisses, have your hands explore every inch of his skin at every chance you can get, now, you only let the touching affection last for five minutes before “having” to do something.
Softening his facial expression, Karl lets a hand settle on the side of your cheek, gently lifts up until your (E/C) eyes meet his amazing Hazel ones.
“You don’t ever have to hide from me darling,” Karl speaks softly and continues with a soft chuckle, “You know you could have called for any reason, right?”
You slightly feel your cheeks grow warmer when you know exactly what he means, and knowing too well he can feel them too.
Nervously chuckling you respond, “You know how I feel about those things,”
Karl softly smiles at you, “I know, but if it got to that point, we would have worked something out,”
His words tugs at your heart. Knowing how much he knows about what makes you uncomfortable and what you are not into only warms your your chest. He’s never done anything that made you unsure and he’s definitely never forced you either. The way he treats you in public with family and friends and in front of cameras, is the same way he treats you in bed.
I don’t deserve you. You think to yourself but give him a small smile as a hand reaches out towards his neck, gently pulling him until the little distance between you two is closed and your lips are attached. It was one of those slow kisses where you didn’t need words to let him know how thankful you are for him, both of you knew each other too well to understand what types of feelings you both pour out into the affection.
After breaking apart, you rest your forehead against his for a second before angling your face in the crook of his neck, the hand that was on the side of your face was now around your waist. Gently; but hugging you firm against his chest.
“I love you,” You mumble against his shirt, dropping your hands from his neck to tightly wrap around his own waist,
“Love you too,” Karl responds back with soft a kiss on top of your head,
You wished you could have stayed like this forever, cherished the moment of his arms around you and your arms around him a bit longer, but the sound of a soft whine breaks you both apart. Looking down at both your feet’s stood Ire, Karl’s dog. A smile tugs at your lips at the sight of her, deep brown eyes staring up at you two, tongue hanging out of her mouth then closing just above her canine tooth, guess somebody was ready to go back home now.
Reaching a hand you scratch the back of her ear, earning a satisfied head tilt. Once you pulled away Ire begins walking the opposite direction of the trail, heading back home, stopping every once and a while to sniff something. A soft chuckle leaves your mouth as you watch the mongrel wonder around some plants, finding them curious even if she just sniffed them not too long ago. Turning back towards Karl, who stood staring at you with a small lift of his lip, and recognizing that look on him made you narrow your eyes at him.
“What?” The smile only spreads into a sly smirk,
“You’re struggling huh?” Both your eyebrows go high, ‘what are you planning Urban’, you thought to yourself, “I think I can help with that,”
Once the words left his mouth he takes your hand in his and begins to lead you both down the trail. A sad smile tugs at your mouth, you thought it was sweet of him to help out with your situation, but you knew if self pleasure, numerous toys, and research after research of finding ways to undo your issue failed you, then you already knew whatever he had planned would not work.
“Karl,” You try stopping him by tugging on his hand, but he only gripped yours and continued walking down the trail,
You knew he would only be wasting his time in trying to pleasure you, you were grateful for his help, but it would only bring him disappointment and much more on you as well. In fact it would bring shame towards you at the thought of not feeling pleasure from him, it brought anxiety down on your chest, what if it impacts your sexual needs? Would he leave you because of it? Is that how most relationships end?
“You’ll crack you’re skull open (Y/n), stop overthinking,” He states as he climbs off the hill, reaching out a hand, you take it as he helps you,
The rest of the way was in comfortable silence, birds chirping above, trees swaying, Ire’s collar ringing with every step, dirt crunching underneath your feet, and Karl’s hand intertwined with yours made the heaviness in your chest ease off. It wasn’t until you all three step inside his home when the heaviness was crawling back up, but you weren’t able to dwell on the feeling not even a second because a firm hand is tugging your own, leading you down the familiar hallway and up the stairs. Stopping in the doorway of his bedroom Karl turns to you.
“Well Ensign, in you go—better get started your already late for your physical,” He randomly starts, causing you to furrow your brows at him,
“Oh?”
The look you gave him read pure confusion, but it was that all too familiar brow lift that had you understanding way quicker than you’d led on. It also seemed to spark something inside of you that you haven’t felt within these past few weeks, and you were so quick to play along, fearing you’d lose that spark.
“O-Ohh.. okay Karl,” A cheeky smile spreads on your face,
He puffs his chest as he towers over you, brow still raised as he speaks again in that dashing of a southern accent, “You will either call me Sir or Doctor, is that clear Ensign?”
Boy did that really just flicked something inside of you again.
“Yes sir,”
“Good,” He nods his head, “Now take a seat, I’ll be back,” he turns to head inside the closet,
Doing as told you sit on the center of the bed, hands clasped together on your lap as you anxiously wait for whatever else he’s got in mind. A few minutes had passed, definitely not helping with your beating heart, at one point you began to wonder if all this was just a joke, but he soon reappears in the room. Both hands occupied, one with a small black kit, and the other held the famous McCoy Starfleet Uniform. Your eyes slightly go wide as well as your smile and couldn’t help to break character.
“So you just..happened to have that in your closet?” You point at the shirt with a grin,
Karl returns the grin proudly, “Been kept away for too long, bout time it was used again,”
At those words he chucks his grey nirvana t-shirt off his frame and tosses it on a nearby chair before slipping on the blue uniform. Due to him putting on a few pounds during the years, the shirt fit him a lot tighter than it did in the film, tugging firmly on his arms and frame, revealing just how much he’s been hitting the gym lately. The sight alone was enough for that same spark to ignite once again.
“Now,” The way he easily slips into character had you swallowing, “how bout we get to that physical huh?”
You watch him saunter towards you but stops right in front of you. Without a word and just a gesture with his head, you quickly toe off your shoes and climb backwards up the bed. Once your head leans against the pillow Karl goes back into character, grabbing the black kit from the foot of the bed only to place it on the bed side table.
“When’s the last time you went under a pelvic exam?” He casually asks, fiddling with something in the black kit,
You shake your head, “Can’t remember, sir,”
Which was not a lie. Even if you were playing along, all your answers were truthful.
“Have you had any issues in this area?” He gestures around your pelvic, “Or any health problems?”
“N-No sir but..” The way your words get stuck in your throat makes the tightness in your chest come back,
Definitely making it noticeable to Karl, but continues with his plan.
“You’re free to say anything darling, don’t feel intimidated,” He comforts you with a hand on top of yours,
He may be acting at the moment, but his voice and eyes were laced with trust and honesty, and nothing more. His posture read McCoy, but everything else was Karl.
You stay quiet for a few seconds, dropping your eyes down to his hand with your next words, “Well.. these past few weeks... I haven’t—I can’t seem to.. find release,”
The hand covering yours travels to the side of your face, cupping it as it brings your eyes back to his.
“My dear, ain’t no reason to feel ashamed nor embarrassed. It is perfectly normal for someone to feel this way, we can’t control how our body reacts at times,” His thumb softly rubs your cheekbone as he gives you a reassuring smile,
“Now, is this during self pleasure or during coition?” He asks once again, dropping his hand from your face,
You gradually look up at him, looking very shy, the thought of sharing your failed attempts at self pleasure made you a little nervous. Even if it was Karl asking.
It’s not everyday you rant to him about not being able to find release with various toys.
“I uh— Just self pleasure... I don’t have a— I mean I do but—,”
“Ensign,” He stops your rambling, earning a thankful smile from you,
“I’ve tried using.. a few toys but nothing seems to be working. Half the time I feel like I’m forcing myself too much, I get sore after a while and it frustrates me... it worries me I won’t find pleasure again,”
‘Bones’ sighs, brows knitted as he takes in your words, “Well for one thing, you definitely shouldn’t be feeling sore nor should you continue if you feel such way, another, stop reading things, it will only make your stress levels accumulate more,”
That last sentence came directly from Karl. He knows exactly how much you like to google stuff for whatever reason, making you worry for the littlest things and half the time its false information.
You scoff, lip curling upward as your eyes slightly roll, “Sorry. Habit,”
‘Bones’ only shakes his head, as if letting it slide, this time. “Let’s get on with the exam, the quicker we find the issue, well, the faster it’ll be sensational,” He sends you a wink, your cheeks growing hot at the small action.
“Why don’t you go ahead and remove your undergarments, lay on your back then bring your knees up,” You nod. Rising your hips off the bed to slide down your black leggings and then your black laced underwear.
You bring your knees up just like he ordered, but keeping them closed together, feeling slightly nervous about being the only one with little clothing. Only your white t-shirt and sports bra was keeping you from being completely nude.
“Relax love,” The southern accent is gone as he comforts you with a warm hand on your knee, his Kiwi accent rings in your ears as he gently rubs your skin,
You give him a small smile and nod. Once he sees you relaxing he easily slips back into character, like a light being switched on.
“Gonna start with the basics alright?” ‘Bones’ softly let’s his hand rub your knee then letting it travel down your leg and back up towards your knee,
You watch his every move, watch how his hand keeps traveling across your skin until it slides in between your thighs, parting your legs apart and making your breath hitch in your throat. Hazel eyes observe you as his fingers itch closer to your mound, noticing your chest rising every few seconds when his fingers get closer.
“My my darling.. have you been this dry?” He asks, hazel eyes darting up to your eyes when his fingers feel your mound, it surprised him just how much you were struggling,
You don’t say anything just shamefully nod your head, “Hey don’t worry doll, I’ll fix you up alright?” He assures you,
Smiling he pulls away for a few seconds, reaching a hand towards the black kit he pulls out a small bottle of lube. You raise a brow at him, neither of you had to use any type of lubrication for anything so seeing him with a bottle seemed odd. Karl softly chuckles at you as he lathers his fingers with a good amount.
“You’ll thank me later,” Is all he offers as his hand travels back between your legs but stops in your center, eyes locked with yours as he states, “Gonna work through your folds and feel around for any problems. If you feel any discomfort you let me know, okay?”
You nod your head without hesitation, “I trust you,”
And that’s all he needed. Closing the distance his fingers quickly find your clit, the touch making you gasp. Karl— Bones’ eyes lift up watching you for any discomfort, but you only give him a quick nod earning a smile from the man and doesn’t waste time in making gentle rubbing motions. He plays around with your clit for a few seconds before finally sinking a finger inside of you, letting a shuddered breath slip your lips. As he begins to slip in and out, you noticed how your breathing has changed, coming out in short breaths with each thrust of his finger. He had barely started and you were already a panting mess on the bed, just by one finger alone.
You could only imagine how it’ll be with another, and yet the thought alone had sparked something in your stomach once again.
“Good?” ‘Bones’ asks, hazel eyes scanning your face. You breathlessly nod your head, hoping he’ll see your desperate breathing and use it to move it along.
He did. Because he’s suddenly pulling away for a minute. A whine escapes from you but quickly turns into a moan when he comes back with a second finger. A hand grips the bedsheets as your walls stretch around his thick fingers, stomach flexing as his digits sink deeper inch by inch. Taking it as a good sign Karl slowly begins to move his fingers in and out, soft noises escape from you as your entire body vibrates.
Every once and a while he’ll glance up at you, making sure pleasure was the only thing you were responding with.
Seeing how your breathing has changed erratically, Karl goes ahead in picking up the pace. Twisting his wrist, he makes a come hither motion right on the spot, making a loud breathless whine slip from your lips.
“Any pain Ensign?” Right. You were too abstracted by the marvelous feeling your body was giving off that you completely forgot all about the role play.
Not being able to form any words in your fogged mind, all you’re really able to do is keenly shake your head as a response.
“I need words darling,” His fingers began to withdraw from their pace. Frustration—desperation bubbling in your chest,
“N-No,” You quickly manage to say, not knowing if the strained response was towards him stopping or from his question,
Feeling that sparking sensation at the pit of your stomach fading with each passing minute he used of not moving had you frantic for it.
“No what Ensign,” His fingers slowly begin to move, but it still wasn’t enough and he was only building on your frustrations,
“N-No pa-pain, sir,” Your voice quivers with each word, voice straining to keep the embarrassing whimper from falling, but it was no use, the sound slipped past your lips as he slips his fingers further inside and adding the pad of his thumb right on your clit,
While fondling against that prize, he made sure his thumb was doing its job on rubbing your clit, sending a wave of pure electricity from your core all the way down to the tip of your toes and back up to the tips of your fingers. It was a sensation you haven’t felt in so long that you were growing more desperate to reach your peak.
With a whine you grip onto his wrist, (E/c) eyes blown from lust as you stare up at his hazel orbs, “Karl.. please,”
A smile tugs at the mans lips as he bends down, lips grazing your sweaty forehead as he says, “I got you love,”
With that he starts picking up the pace, literally finger fucking you this time, leaving you absolute breathless and in a pool of pure euphoria. Your grip on his wrist tightens when the pad of his thumb presses harder on your clit, edging you closer to the edge.
“That’s it darling.. let go,” Karl encourages you when a broken whine falls from your lips,
With two more strokes on the bundle of nerves, your climax hits you like a truck. Back arching off the bed, eyes closed shut, mouth parted open with loud moans invading the bedroom, your hand tightening on his wrist as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you. It was the strongest and hardest you’ve ever came, your thighs and body shaking proves it right.
All that built up frustration finally drains from you in one powerful burst, leaving you completely disoriented, and enervated to move.
As you were catching your breath and still recovering from the intense orgasm, Karl had managed to slip on your underwear before covering you with the comforter. It wasn’t until he laid down on his side of the bed and placed a strand of hair from your face; that made you come to. Through a hazy vision your able to make out his features. Hair slightly tousled—probably due to removing the uniform— small smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he observes you.
“So..” He begins, southern accent softly reaching your ears, “how was the exam?”
You let out a soft, tired, chuckle. Hand reaching out to cup the side of his face, “Amazing. Might have to get a regular checkup from now on,”
Karl smirks, “I’m sure I can fit you in my schedule darling,”
“Good. Cause after tonight, I’m definitely gonna need your legendary hands,”
Karl smiles down at you as he angles his head to place a chaste kiss on your lips.
“Won’t be the only thing you’ll need darling,” He whispers against your lips, smile forming as he hears a small gasp from you,
Letting your fingers tangle into his long locks you pull; gently, but still hard enough to make a growl rubble in his throat.
“How bout we take the exam to another level doc?” Your smirk up at him, Hazel eyes blown completely wide as he stares into your own,
“Only if your up for it sweetheart,” With that you push him back on the bed and quickly straddle his lap,
“Show me what else is legendary Doc,”
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martiszcz · 2 hours ago
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What bothers me about "Change of Heart" is the clear moral judgement that Whorf did the right thing when the problem was 'saving person A (I don' t like them)' and 'saving person B (I love them)'.
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dilfsisko · 3 hours ago
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Alright, so i finally have the TNG icons to match my DS9 set. 
They’re free to use, and while credit isn’t necessary it is VERY much appreciated. Like or reblog if using, please.
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fourtimesleo · 3 hours ago
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Spock desperately clinging onto logical explanations of even his most minor emotional reactions VS egg transmascs explaining away every single deviation from a female social norm as "It's just more comfortable/practical/cheaper." or "I find [the norm] degrading."
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“yeah i’m a total dom”
data, beverly crusher and spock, some of the few people i’d let dom me:
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phantom-of-notre-dame · 3 hours ago
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Hold on I want to make a Star Trek joke but idk if it's accurate or not.
Has anyone besides Leonard Nimoy and Johnathan Frakes refused to shave their body hair for Star Trek?
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macfuz2607 · 4 hours ago
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Latest character portraits.
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She's a queen
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el-im · 4 hours ago
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The Conscience of the King (1966) dir. Gerd Oswald
And this ship... all this power, surging and throbbing, yet... under control. Are you like that, Captain? 
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