#neither was Mr. Spock

[rabbitcruiser]

First Contact Day

On April 5th, 2063, Zefram Cochrane makes first contact between man and extraterrestrials: this day is for Trekkies everywhere to let their geekdom out.

Are you one of those people who is considered to be a real, committed Trekkie? Did you spend your youth trying to Vulcan Nerve Pinch those problems away? Is there a regulation StarFleet uniform in the closet and is speaking Klingon as a second language a lifelong pursuit?

Then it’s time to get that uniform on and prepare to celebrate First Contact! First Contact Day is celebrated by fans everywhere. Even those people who don’t know Zefram Cochrane from Zac Efron are still absolutely welcome to join in!

First Contact Day is a great time to learn more about the entire Star Trek franchise and what it has meant to Science Fiction fans over the years.

History of First Contact Day

There is one day in the history of mankind in the Star Trek universe that stands out above all others, even though it’s only celebrated as a relatively minor holiday. It is none other than First Contact Day.

According to Star Trek “history”, on that day in 2063, Zefram Cochrane first took a flight at speeds in excess of Warp 1 in the Phoenix, alerting the Vulcan race to their entrance into the interstellar community and initiating the first contact. Some 300 years later it was commemorated as First Contact Day, and the celebration went on from there. Star Trek: First Contact Day commemorates this particular day in real life, in earth time, and fans all over the world have the opportunity to get together to celebrate the most pivotal moment in Star Trek human history!

First Contact is an important part of the introduction of a species into the galactic community and is handled very carefully by the extant species of StarFleet. Generally speaking, it has been found to be beneficial to privately approach the scientists and other intellectuals of the target species with the belief that they’ll be ready to accept the existence of off-world species. The approach is generally timed for when the species is about to enter the galactic community by engaging in their first faster-than-light travel.

From that point, the new species receives an explanation about what the universe outside their solar system is like and then are welcomed in. It’s a bit of a complicated process but it’s ultimately effective in solving a lot of problems in the universe.

So why does First Contact Day happen on April 5th? It seems that the show’s co-creator, Ronald D. Moore, chose the day because it is his eldest son’s birthday. That sounds like another great reason to celebrate!

How to Celebrate First Contact Day

Celebrating this pivotal moment in all of human history is no small feat! Especially since the day hasn’t technically happened yet. It will happen in the future–in 2063.

Join in on these fun activities for honoring the day, or come up with some other creative Trekkie ideas:

Watch Star Trek Shows and Films

The first step to celebrating this day is getting out Star Trek: First Contact and giving it a fresh watch. This 1996 film was the 8th in the Star Trek film series, and the second to star the beloved cast from the television series Star Trek: The Next Generation.

But watching this one film can be just the beginning because the shows and movies have come and gone since the 1960s, so the options for watching are probably just about endless. To get some background information particularly on First Contact Day, it might be helpful to watch the original Star Trek series episode, Metamorphosis, in which the crew meets a very young Zefram Cochrane.

Host a Star Trek: First Contact Party

One great idea is to have a Star Trek: First Contact Day celebration like they do in Star Trek! Just get together with various Trekkie friends, preferably dressed in uniform, and bring out Zefram Cochrane’s favorite foods such as cheeses and cheese pierogi. Don’t forget to play some old style rock and roll on the radio and party like it’s 2063!

That’s the beginning of a fantastic celebration, and since everyone is already together, it would be a great time to go ahead and run a complete marathon of all the movies!

Create a Star Trek Playlist

Space themed music is so next year! While hosting that party, some excellent tunes (including some oldies that Zefram Cochrane loved!) will be necessary to get everyone grooving. Try these songs out on a playlist:

Magic Carpet Ride (1968) Steppenwolf

Ooby Dooby (1961) Roy Orbison

Star Trekkin’ (1987) The Firm

The Picard Song (2001) Dark Materia

Space Song (2015) Beach House

Intergalactic (1998) Beastie Boys

Mr. Spock’s Brain (1993) S.P.O.C.K.

Enjoy Some Whiskey in Honor of Dr. Cochrane

Whether at a full party or with just a few friends, celebrating First Contact Day should honor Zefram Cochrane, and he did love his whiskey! In fact, he claims he has a hangover from whiskey just before using his rocket, Phoenix, to become the first ever human to break warp speed. And this paved the way to the development of the United Federation of Planets. So that’s surely something worth toasting!

Check Out the Star Trek Website

To learn more about First Contact Day and the entire Star Trek franchise, take a little peek at the website. This online resource offers all kinds of background information for fans and novices to go one step further, and maybe even — “to go boldly where no man has gone before”!

Source

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[this-simplefeeling]

thinking abt that conversation between kirk and spock in amok time where kirk says "you are not a fish, mr spock" and spock says "no, nor am i a man" because i too am neither man nor fish

#i am a third more sinister thing #(a transmasc butch) #star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #spock #kirk #spirk #amok time #orion star trek posting

[thegeminisage]

ok let's revive some 1960s discourse

(clearer text in image IDs & below cut reblog for sample size etc etc etc)

VULCAN GAMBIT by Shirley Meech

Most authorities agree that the main traits of a winning chess player are power of visualization, memory, alertness, calmness, psychological shrewdness, and will to win. Let us consider the series of games between Captain Kirk and Mr, Spock, of the U.S.S. Enterprise, Several times, we have observed them using that beautiful, unique, and -unhappily- unavailable version of the 3-D chessboard, and we are reliably informed that Captain Kirk generally wins. (1) Comparison of the two men in respect to these six attributes is therefore quite interesting.

Power of visualization: Mr, Spock is clearly superior in this category; he does complicated mathematical computations in his head, and carries on casual conversation at the same time. (2)

Memory: Mr, Spock again has the edge. He has many times demonstrated a memory capacity superior to any other on the Enterprise, with the possible exception of the ship's computer. (3)

Alertness: Spock again probably has the edge here.

Calmness: Spock, easily.

Psychological shrewdness: Again, Spock has the edge. He has been known to trick Kirk into doing things he did not intend to do, (4) and even to talk his way out of following Kirk's orders, (5)

Will to win: The edge here belongs to the Captain. (6)

Of course, it is understood that neither Spock nor Kirk is at all deficient in any of these qualities. However, with Kirk leading in only one of the six categories, how can he possibly win so frequently?

The answer is simple, Spock's psychological shrewdness takes into account Kirk's relentless will to win. (7) His memory and power of visualization paint a vivid picture of Kirk when his will is frustrated, (8) a condition which bodes ill for anyone in range. With alertness and calmness in this crisis, Spock maneuvers the games so that Kirk wins. With a final touch of the psychological shrewdness, he allows Kirk to believe that his "illogical" style of play has triumphed over Spock's logic. This puts the Captain into a frame of mind which is beneficial to his self-image, his efficiency rating, and the well-being of the crew in general. (9)

The Vulcan, of course, would be the last to admit this; but it would not be the first time he has deceived his friend for what he considered a valid logical reason. (10)

How, if we could only ascertain whether he has accepted Doctor McCoy's offer to teach him the game of poker….or is that why McCoy was seen grumbling along the corridor today, without his shirt?

(1) "Charlie X," "Where Ho Man Has Gone Before," "Court Martial" (2) "Tomorrow is Yesterday" (3) "Miri," "Arena," "The Naked Time," others (4) "Shore Leave" (5) "Devil in the Dark," "Operation .'Annihilate" (6) "Errand of Mercy," "The Corbomite Maneuver," "The Squire of Gothos," others (7) "Menagerie" (8) "The Naked Time," "Charlie X," others (9) The opinions expressed herein are not necessarily those of yeds. (10) "Menagerie"

[A drawing by "DEA" of Spock smiling at a small bird-like alien in his palm. The caption reads, "Don't laugh. You are fascinating too.]

#star trek #spirk #spockanalia #spockanalia lb #star trek blogging #the premise #space husbands #SPOCK #ok i think that's all the tracked tags #personal #< im using that tag for housekeeping purposes but don't be shy about reblogging #and how could i forgot #CHESS BLOGGING

[t0ast-ghost]

Episode 30 (Operation Annihilate) WE MADE IT! Though I had a bit of difficulty with this post because they fucking deleted my draft and then brought it back. For no goddamn reason.

Here we go:

- Kirk is staring straight into the sun

- As always kids when avoiding things in space, go to the left

- JIM HAS A BROTHER???!???

- Yelling at Uhura will get you a punch at most Jim. If she can’t do something about the comms then no one can

- It looks like a college building. Imagine going to college and you see the landing party just appear like that

- “They tried to brain us with these clubs.” Brain you?? Yeah, Jim?

- Spock and McCoy being there for Jim after his brothers death

- Aurelan’s fucking SCREAM (props to that actress)

- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKIN THING

- IT FUCKING BIT SPOCK. Kirk is losing everyone today...

- McCoy looks so concerned for Spock while operating on him

- As soon as Spock gets on the bridge he pushes McCoy lol

- “These restraints will no longer be necessary. Neither will your sedatives, doctor.” Spock says this with the most pain in his voice, McCoy just crosses his arms and gives him a look like 'nuhuh'

- “I am a Vulcan… There is no pain.” No gain but seriously I can hear it in your voice- damn there goes the restraints

- BADASS SCOTTY MOMENT YEAH

- Bones is fucking furious. He wants to help Spock but the only way he can do anything for him is to have him rest in sickbay

- As soon as Spock is within arms reach of Bones again, he’s scanning him

- gentlemen.. what is this

- “I understand your concern. Your affection for Spock.” Why don’t you just call him out then, Bones. Takes one to know one.

- The fact that Kirk found the answer and that it was fucking light. If I were McCoy or Spock I’d be pissed off

- Continuing on that… what is this???

- “Do you know what one million candlelight square inch can do to your optic nerves?” He asks this like ‘are you stupid?’ But it’s full of care cause he thinks it stupid that Spock is going to sacrifice himself

- Bones is so so worried I can’t I can’t what

- Everything Bones does to try and get Spock out of it is that he gives Spock the chance to get out himself, tries to give him goggles, makes a frowny face the whole time, says that Spock is the best first officer (he shouldn’t be put in danger), he bargains with Jim a bit, and he still has to do this :(((

- aheem

- “Uh Oh.” WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN UH OH, MCCOY

- Don’t be mad at Bones you bitch, that decision was just as much yours as it was his. I swear to god they all fucked up but holy crap he’s feeling terrible already

- They’re gooping. (edit: I don't know what this means anymore)

- “Bones, it wasn’t your fault. Bones. Bones.” Kirk comforting McCoy. It’s so tense and it breaks my heart. They won’t be truly fine until Spock is fine.

- “We tend to ignore it as you ignore your own appendix.” Good line and I'm glad Spock is okay now but also that's so so convenient

- And now: The last couple minutes of conversation between Kirk, Spock, and McCoy that had me squealing and giggling

Kirk walks over: Mr Spock, regaining eyesight would be an emotional experience for most. You, I presume, felt nothing.

Spock: Quite the contrary, Captain. I had a very strong reaction. My first sight was the face of Doctor McCoy bending over me.

McCoy: Hmm, ‘tis a pity brief blindness did not increase your appreciation for beauty, Mr Spock.

Kirk (as if he didn’t start this): If you gentlemen are finished, would you mind laying in a course for Starbase 10, Mr Spock?

Spock: My pleasure, Captain.

McCoy while leaning against Kirk’s chair: Unusual eye arrangement. I might have known he’d turn up with something like that.

Kirk: What’s that, Doctor?

McCoy: I said, please don’t tell Spock that I said he was the best first officer in the fleet.

Spock turns around dramatically: Why, thank you, Dr. McCoy. (Spock gives him the raised eyebrows)

This episode is so…

Masterpost

Episode written by Steven W. Carabatsos

#star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #tos kirk #captain james kirk #tos spock #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos mccoy #tos bones #leonard bones mccoy #tos uhura #nyota uhura

[darkness-and-books]

Saving Spock’s Eyebrows

Y/N is in there for a bit, but Spirk is kinda the star of the show here.

Inspired by this pin

⚠️: none

word count: 2,121

The words “OH MY GOD!!! I AM SO SORRY, SPOCK!!!!” ringing through the engineering deck, were simultaneously terrifying and sort of hilarious. Despite their previous engagements, every engineer came running, mostly because the words were preceded several seconds by a loud clang and what sounded like an engine blowing up. Sure they all cared about Spock too, but the reason the Enterprise still flies is because there's a whole crew of people who consider this ship their wife/baby. In mere moments Y/N and Spock were surrounded by a sea of redshirts and a chorus of, “What the hell happened?!?!” and , “What did you do to the ship?!?!” but it all stopped when Spock and Y/N turned to face them all. “Mhm,” Y/N cleared their throat and blushed, “Mr. Spock was just supervising my rerouting of the iron gluon centrifuges, when I hit my head trying to answer one of his questions,” Y/N explained shamefully, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. The surrounding crew burst into fits of stitch ripping laughter, “What, may I ask is so funny?” Spock inquired. Scotty spoke up over the crew men’s raucous laughter, “Ye laddies, ‘ave no eyebrows!” He shouted the information from somewhere within the crowd, Y/N instantly went to feel their face. Much to their own horror, Y/N found that Scotty wasn’t lying, the look of terror subsided for a moment when they realised that Scotty said neither of them had eyebrows. Y/N slowly looked over to spock, who was clearly raising his now nonexistent eyebrows. They did their damnedest not to laugh at him as they said, “He’s right!” Spock's lip curled slightly upward in a slight smile, “It would seem so,” He stated in an amused voice that very few would actually recognise as amused. They were both ordered to go down to medbay by Scotty, who insisted it was “Because you may have been affected by the combustion in some way we can’t see,” but Y/N was fairly certain that Scotty just wanted to give everyone between here and the medbay a good laugh. “What the hell happened to you!” McCoy shot through fits of laughter as they both walked into the room. “Engineering accident,” Y/N stated without hesitation or humour. They didn’t even bother staying and instead went down to the bridge to get it over with. Upon stepping off of the turbo lift and entering the bridge, Kirk turned around and was about to say something, but it dissipated into hearty laughter. Once his laughter stopped, Jim looked genuinely concerned, getting up to wrap his arms around Spock, “Are you okay, Sweetheart?” He asked Spock, still trying not to laugh as he placed a kiss where Spock’s eyebrow had been. “I’m quite fine, I assure you,” Spock informed with a light green blush painted over his face. Jim’s face lit up with unmistakable mischief, “I could help, you know!” He exclaimed in complete and earnest glee. “Help with what, might I ask?” Spock asked with an attempted brow raise. “Put your eyebrows back,” Kirk replied as though his meaning were a given, “I don’t believe that will be necessary,” Spock nodded curtly. “No, no, please!” Jim pleaded desperately, “I promise, I can’t make it worse!” Jim reasoned. “He’s got you there,” Y/N pointed out with a chuckle, “You already have no eyebrows, what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/N asked innocently.

-Famous last words-

The next morning Spock came down to the officers’ mess with orange eyebrows, one of which must have been placed a solid quarter of an inch higher than the other, giving him a permanent look of concern. “Oh god!” Y/N howled from beside Scotty, “How did this happen?!?” Y/N asked as Scotty laughed loud enough to almost cover the question. “I believe the captain called them Crayola markers,” Spock said and raised an eyebrow, making it now level with the other one. “Don't be so surprised!” Scotty bellowed as Spock sat down across from the two of you. Spock was shortly followed by Jim, “Ah, and I assume that this is our own aspiring Picasso,” Y/N jeered as he took his seat next to spock. “At least his masterpiece is washable,” Scotty commented as he took in a drink of water.

-Mission Save The Vulcan Brows (so deemed by the captain himself) Day 2-

“Uhura, can I borrow your makeup?” Kirk asked her, “Still trying to fix his brows?” Uhura asked as casually as she could possibly manage, but some of her intense curiosity peaked through the facade. “Yeah,” He admitted sheepishly, “At least you’re using stuff meant for his face this time,” She sighed and handed him her makeup bag. “Thanks Uhura, you’re a lifesaver!” Kirk exclaimed as he ran off, “No, just a protector of brows everywhere!” She called after him. “Spock!” Jim called him from the nearest comm he could find, “Yes, captain?” The question came in slightly fuzzy, “I have the next solution! Meet me in my quarters,” Jim playfully ordered. “Alright, Jim, I believe I’m ready to know what your plan is,” Spock said, trying not to smile too much. “This!” Jim explained, without really explaining anything as he dumped Uhura’s makeup bag out onto his bed. “Do you know what any of these things are for?” Spock inquired, concern seeping into his tone as he scanned the alarming number of products scattered around the bed. “Not exactly, but we’ll learn together!” Jim exclaimed in such a way that Spock really couldn’t say no to this. “Let’s try this!” Jim said, holding up a flat and angled makeup brush that he thought looked perfect for recreating the generally very sharp shape of Spock’s brows. He dug around the products a little longer before coming to a colour palette that had a shade of black that Jim thought to be at least somewhat similar to his hair colour. “Okay, this looks like it’ll work,” Jim said more to himself than his boyfriend as he climbed into Spock’s lap to begin doing his makeup. “Hold still,” Kirk told Spock in a hushed tone as he dipped the brush generously into the black pigment. He started with drawing the inner end of the left brow, and tried pulling the colour out to create the bottom of the brow, which he tried to do evenly three times before he gave up because the brow had already become substantially thicker than he meant it to be. Moving to do the right brow, he took a different approach, pinching Spock’s face a little bit to feel where his brow usually sat and just filling in that space instead. While Jim’s theory for the right brow seemed like a good idea, the result was an alright looking human eyebrow, which did not at all match the incredibly dense looking Vulcan brow he had drawn on the left side of Spock’s forehead. Jim’s face fell as he scrutinised his work, “What is it, Jim?” Spock asked, raising an eyebrow (The one that at least looked kinda Vulcan), “I think I’ve done it wrong,” Kirk in a downtrodden tone. “I’m sure you did fine,” Spock assured, giving Jim’s hand a gentle kiss. Jim nervously handed Spock the compact mirror from Uhura’s things, Spock opened it and looked at himself in the small mirror. He laughed, “It’s fine,” Spock told Jim with a kiss on the lips, “Are you sure, I could try it again,” Jim offered, “No, it’s fine, I have duties to attend to at the moment,” Spock assured and informed. “Okay,” Jim conceded and slipped out of Spock’s lap to let him go. Spock walked out of Kirk’s quarters and the first person who saw him was Bones, “Oh my, thank god!” Bones smiled as he looked up as if actually blessed by god himself. “Your human half is showing!” Bones said with glee as he wiggled his eyebrows.

-Mission Save The Vulcan Brows, Day 3 (alternately titled: Trimming Tribbles)

To Jim there was exactly one good thing that came from being infested with Tribbles- their hair. Nobody has any clue how, but Jim managed to get one to stop reproducing and hold still long enough to trim it. Turns out those little things have so much fur for a reason, they’re real disturbing buggers underneath all that hair. Running to Spock’s quarters, Jim was now holding a plastic bag full of Tribble fur, with a new idea in mind. He punched the code into the keypad on Spock’s quarters, barging into the room, Spock looked up from his book. It was still so strange for Jim to see him without any eyebrows, he didn’t think it would make that much of a difference, but it did. “Another plan, Captain?” Spock asked teasingly, “In fact, I have!” Kirk replied, rather pleased with himself as he held up the tribble hair. At this point Spock just let the pieces fall where they may because Jim seemed to be having a good time with the whole thing. “Alright,” Spock agreed and stood from his chair to move to his bed. Much like before, Jim climbed into Spock’s lap, but this time he pulled a small bottle of glue out of the bag. Spock tried not to show it, but with the addition of glue the stakes seemed rather high and he was growing concerned at the prospect of whatever might happen. Jim unscrewed the top of the glue and used applicator inside to paint far too much glue on the spaces where Spock's eyebrows usually resided. Jim put the lid back on the glue and began to carefully press the fur to Spock's face, this process didn't take him nearly as long as trying to draw them on. When Jim was done he pulled back just a few inches to see the entirety of his work. His eyebrows furrowed together and the colour drained from his face as he saw his work in full. His eyes widened as he realised something more, "I uh, don't actually know how to remove this," Jim choked on his words as tears began to prick the corners of his eyes. "Oh, no, no, no, T'hy'la," Spock cooed, "I'm sure it's alright, I really don't care what it looks like. Did you have fun?" Spock prompted, Jim chuckled quietly as Spock swept the tears away from his face. "Alright," Spock sighed, in a joking manner, "Show me the damage," He requested and Jim walked him to the bathroom mirror. Spock took one look in the mirror and started to laugh, and not just a little bit either, but full body shaking as he doubled over and white knuckled the edge of the sink. "It's not that bad, is it?" Jim asked, "No, just a bit surprising," Spock informed as he straightened up to look at himself in the mirror again, his newly installed eyebrows were altogether the wrong colour, and the hairs were far too long. "Perhaps," Spock began, making eye contact with Jim through the mirror, "This ought to be the end of your mission, captain," Spock suggested, "I guess," Jim agreed. It took Spock many, many more showers to finish washing all the Tribble fur off of his face.

-Project Shine-

"Y/N!" Jim quietly pestered them during lunch. "Yes, Jim?" They acknowledged through a bite of their sandwich. "Have you got any rhinestones?!?" Jim asked with a glimmer in his eyes. "Yes, why?" Y/N asked, not particularly inclined to hand them over to the suspicious captain. Jim just wiggled his eyebrows and winked, Y/N got the message, "ah, they're all yours," they responded. After lunch Y/N delivered blue Rhine stones and makeup glue directly to Jim's quarter and found, unsurprisingly, that Spock was there too. "Special delivery," Y/N announced when Jim answered the door. "Come in, come in!" He ushered them through the door. "Spock" Jim sing songed, "Yes, Jim?" Spock asked from where he sat on the couch. "Just one more?" Jim pleaded, "Fine, but please only one more," Spock bargained, "Just one more!" Jim instantly agreed at the hint of getting his way. Spock moved to sit at the table with Jim and Y/N. "Here," Jim started, "You get the left brow while I get the right one," Jim directed Y/N.

Not five minutes later they had finished the job, and were quite proud of themselves too. This had been Spock's best set of replacement eyebrows yet. "Best to end the mission on a high note," Y/N commented as they looked over Spock's new and shiny brows.

Bonus scene: Spock was walking down the hall when, "I knew you had a little sugar in the tank, but I think this is a bit much for you," Bones commented.

Here, have some doodles I did while writing this.

#star trek #spock #Poor spock #Eyebrows #spork #spirk #star trek tos #Kirk is just trying to help

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Twelve

TOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twelve: Anger Beginning

Summary: The Enterprise encounters Klingons, and tensions run unusually high.

            Captain’s Log: A distress call from a human colony on Beta XII-A was picked up by the Enterprise. A landing party has beamed down to investigate further, and we remain on alert due to the claims of being attacked.

            (Y/N), Kirk, Chekov, Bones, and a security officer materialized on the planet surface and held their phasers tightly.

            “Report, Mr. Chekov,” said Kirk as they carefully surveyed the territory.

            “Full scan, results negative,” said Chekov. “Radiation level normal. Atmosphere and terrain undisturbed. No evidence of a colony, nor any residual after-effect of a force that might have annihilated.”

            “Life readings, Dr. McCoy?” asked Kirk.

            “Nothing,” said Bones. “But they said they were being attacked by an unidentified ship.”

            “Which we were unable to detect upon approach,” said Chekov.

            “An entire human colony, a whole settlement…Who did it, and why?” murmured Kirk angrily. His communicator beeped, and he answered it instantly. “Kirk here.”

            “Spock here, Captain,” said Spock. “Sensors have picked up a Klingon ship closing fast.”

            “Deflectors on. Condition Red,” said Kirk. “Protect yourselves. Total reply if attacked.” He scowled. “So that’s the answer: Klingons.”

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “Captain, there is no evidence of anything, yet. We should remain neutral so we don’t initiate any issues.” They didn’t particularly like the Klingons (after all, the ones they had met had been pretty rude), but they were a negotiations officer. They were there for diplomacy.

            “Captain, the enemy ship is drifting, totally disabled, and we never fired upon her,” reported Spock.

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow before a sudden sensation stole their attention. A collection of new emotional auras appeared, vibrating with anger and aggression. “Captain!” they said in alarm, and the moment after they spoke, a landing party of Klingons rounded a boulder.

            One officer walked up and went to strike Kirk, but (Y/N) stepped in front and blocked him. He pushed them back and glared, and his anger burned around (Y/N).

            “You attacked my ship,” he spat, glaring at Kirk. “Four hundred of my crew, dead. Kirk, my ship is disabled. I claim yours. You are now prisoners of the Klingon Empire, against which you’ve committed a wanton act of war.”

            (Y/N) blinked and raised an eyebrow. Now this was a strange development. The situation didn’t make sense at all. And as the anger of the Klingons and the tension wavering around (Y/N)’s friends, they knew they would have to tread carefully to keep war from breaking out.

            They stepped back alongside their friends as the Klingons pulled their weapons and circled around them. The Captain of the Klingons began pacing in front of them.

            “Three years the Federation and the Klingon Empire have been at peace—a treaty, we have honored to the letter,” said the captain.

            “We took no action against your ship, Kang,” replied Kirk curtly.

            “Were the screams of my crew imaginary?” snapped Kang. “What were your orders, Kirk? To start a war? You’ve succeeded!”

            (Y/N) winced as the anger from their friends and the Klingons spiked. It was like there every emotion was heightened.

            “To test a weapon? We shall be happy to examine in,” said Kang.

            “There was a Federation colony on this planet!” snapped Kirk. “It was destroyed!”

            “By what?” sneered Kang. “No bodies. No ruins. A colony of the invisible?”

            “Yes.” Kirk glared. “A test of a new Klingon weapon leaving no traces? Federation ships don’t specialize in sneak attacks.”

            “Captain Kirk, Captain Kang, neither of you has proof the other has done anything. This seems to be a misunderstanding. Let’s try to talk before either of you does something you’ll regret,” said (Y/N), interjecting firmly.

            Kang tsked. “Of course, the Celian among you is trying to twist the situation to benefit you. Such a soft species ready at your beck and call. Pathetic.”

            (Y/N) kept their face expressionless, but they frowned inwardly. Every word seemed to irritate the Klingons, and the anger was a constant cloud around them. Though, (Y/N) was glad their appearance wasn’t brought up like it had been Kolax.

            “He lured my ship into an ambush by a false Klingon distress call. You all will tell us why, with proper persuasion,” declared Kang.

            “You received a distress call?” spat Kirk. “We received a distress call!”

            (Y/N) was growing frustrated with the lack of logic coming from all of them. None of them were stupid. They should know that this was all quite strange and there was something more to the situation.

            “I don’t propose to spend the rest of my life on this ball of dust arguing your fantasies!” shouted Kang. “The Enterprise is mine.”

            “Captains, please—”

            “No,” Kang cut them off. “I’ve heard enough of you Federation scum. Captain Kirk, you will instruct your Transporter Room to beam us aboard.”

            “Go to the devil,” responded Kirk promptly.

            “We have no devil, Kirk…” drawled Kang. “But we understand the habits of yours.” He paced before them like a predator eyeing its prey. “I shall torture you to death…one by one…until your noble Captain cries enough.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, and Kang’s anger burned at them, but the fear of their friends pricked at their skin in an ugly mixture.

            “Who will be first?” questioned Kang, anger intensifying as he glared at the group.

            It’s almost unnatural, thought (Y/N). I know the temper of Klingons, but this is ridiculous. They opened their mouth to speak, to volunteer themself since even if their friends were being foolish and blinded by anger, they refused to let them get hurt, but Chekov broke from the group first.

            “Cossacks! Filthy Klingon murderer!” He ran at Kang, and even Kirk tried to stop him, but he broke away. Two Klingons grabbed Chekov and shoved him to the ground, but the Russian glared at them, anger flaring up into flames of emotion. “You killed my brother, Piotr! The Archanis IV research outpost, a hundred peaceful people massacred! Just like you did here! My brother…You killed my brother!”

            (Y/N) blinked in surprise, stepping back from the fire of his anger. They had never seen such intense fury, and the knowledge that Chekov had been hiding such a fact was unexpected.

            “So you volunteer to join him,” said Kang coldly. “That is loyalty.”

            Another Klingon pressed a device to Chekov’s cheek, and the Starfleet officer screamed in agony as it buzzed. (Y/N) and Kirk pulled against the Klingons holding them back, unable to just stand there and listen to Chekov’s cries.

            “Stop the torture!” cried Kirk, and through the haze of anger whirling around them all, worry broke through, stronger than anything else. Kirk wanted his friends safe and well. That was more important than his anger.

            Satisfied, Kang nodded to his officer, and the Klingon released Chekov.

            “Jim, you can’t hand over the Enterprise,” said Bones urgently.

            “Help Chekov,” ordered Kirk, not responding to the comment.

            “Don’t plan any tricks, Kirk,” warned Kang. “I will kill one hundred hostages at the first sign of treachery.”

            “I’ll beam you aboard the Enterprise,” said Kirk. “Once there—no tricks.”

            Kang searched his face for evidence of lies before nodding, and his officers let go of Kirk’s arms. Kang handed the communicator over, and Kirk sullenly flipped it open.

            “Captain, you can’t,” said Chekov. “Don’t let these animals have the ship.” Beside him, Bones kept the Klingons away as he checked his state.

            “Animals?” Kang scoffed. “Your Captain crawls like one. A Klingon would never have surrendered. Order everybody in this area to be transported up.” He nodded to his people. “All weapons on him.”

            “Kirk to Enterprise,” said Kirk. “Mr. Spock.”

            “Here, Captain,” said Spock.

            “Mr. Spock, we have guests,” said Kirk distastefully. “Adjust transporter for wider field. Beam up everyone in the target area.” He lowered the communicator and subtly pressed a button to alert Spock to the dangerous situation.

            “Understood, Captain,” said Spock. He would handle everything. (And be extra careful since (Y/N) was on the planet surface and in danger as well).

            The group on the planet straightened, and a few seconds later, the transporter beam caught them, and they dematerialized.

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            The Starfleet officers rematerialized in the Transporter Room first.

            “Call Security, on the double,” said Kirk instantly to Scotty while Spock walked into the room, his eyes instantly on (Y/N) to check on them.

            (Y/N) nodded to him to show they were alright, and he redirected to his job.

            “Good work, Spock,” said Kirk.

            “What happened?” asked Bones in confusion.

            “The landing party is intact, Doctor. All others are suspended in transit,” said Spock.

            “Who are the guests, by the way?” asked Scotty.

            “Klingons,” said (Y/N).

            “In transit?” Scotty’s eyes widened.

            “Well, they’re right in there,” said Kirk. “Johnson?”

            The security officer nodded. “Security men on the way, sir.”

            “Captain, leave them where they are—non-existence,” argued Chekov. “That’s so many less Klingon monsters in the galaxy.”

            (Y/N) blinked. Leaving the Klingons’ presence hadn’t abated the anger within the group. It was as present as ever.

            Before anyone could respond, Johnson’s reinforcements arrived with phasers at the ready.

            “Bring them in,” said Kirk to Scotty.

            He obeyed, and the bodies of the Klingons rematerialized. Before they had a chance to attack, the security officers ran up and grabbed their weapons, leaving the Klingons defenseless.

            “Move ‘em out. Move,” said the officers, ushering the Klingons away.

            “Liar!” spat Kang, glaring at Kirk.

            “I said no tricks after we reach the ship,” retorted Kirk. “You’re a prisoner of the Federation of Planets—against which you may or may not be guilty have committed an act of war.”

            “There are still survivors aboard my ship,” said Kang.

            “Captain, we’ve not been able to get through to Starfleet Command,” interjected Scotty. “All subspace frequencies have been blocked, and there’s too much radiation coming from that Klingon ship. It’s a hazard to the vicinity.”

            “Prepare to destruct,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they shared a look with Spock. That was a sudden decision that could prompt war.

            “Captain, perhaps you’d like to consider the people still aboard?” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, of course,” said Kirk, shaking his head like (Y/N) had shaken him from his mind. “Start beaming them over beforehand.”

            (Y/N) relaxed. So at least Kirk still had half a mind.

            “First group from the Klingon vessel, Captain,” said Spock. They materialized, and security officers escorted them out. One, however, quickly moved to Kang’s side.

            Kang nodded to the woman. “My wife and Science Officer, Mara.”

            “Kang, what has happened?” questioned Mara.

            “More Federation treachery,” he snapped. “We are prisoners.”

            “What will they do to us?” asked Mara, eyeing them suspiciously. “I have heard of their atrocities. They will torture us for our scientific and military information.”

            “We will not harm you,” said (Y/N). Unlike most of the speakers, they still had a calm, level voice. They nodded to the security officers. “They are taking you to a crew lounge with a synthesizer for food. You will be treated well.”

            (Y/N) wouldn’t harm people for no reason, and they were there to keep diplomatic relationships as non-tense as possible (which was failing horribly at the moment). They wouldn’t send the Klingons to be harmed. Not when they suspected something strange was going on, some sort of misunderstanding between both parties.

            “Tch.” Kang glared, but Mara tilted her head and legitimately considered (Y/N)’s words. Then, the security officers pushed them out of the room, and the Starfleet officers were left alone.

            “Secure from Red Alert,” said Kirk as they headed out themselves. “But maintain general quarters. Scan this sector for other ships. Run a full check on the colony. I want this thing nailed down fast.”

            “We know what happened!” snapped Chekov with red-hot anger. “That distress call.”

            Spock, cutting of Chekov’s rage, spoke. “At the moment we received the distress call from the colony on Beta XII-A, the Klingons were too far distant to have been the attackers. Moreover, they were apparently also attracted by a distress call.”

            (Y/N) gazed fondly at Spock. At least someone here still had their head on their shoulders instead of being angry all the time and was noticing something unusual was happening.

            “Lies,” said Chekov as they stepped into the elevator. “They want to start a war by pretending that we did.”

            “Chekov may be right,” said Bones. “The Klingons claim to have honored the truce, but there have been incidents, raids on our outposts.

            Not Bones, too, thought (Y/N), frowning as the doctor’s irritation turned to a warm haze, a few pushes from anger.

            “No proof that the Klingons committed it,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) nodded. They needed to keep their head on properly and understand that nothing was certain here. “Yes. We cannot risk jumping to conclusions without proof.”

            “What proof do we need?” muttered Bones. “We know what a Klingon is.” The elevator doors opened, and he got off at his floor.

            After an awkward pause, Spock spoke again. “Our log tapes will indicate our innocence in the present situation.”

            “Unfortunately, there’s no guarantee that they’ll be believed,” sighed (Y/N). The doors opened to the Bridge, and they walked out.

            “Report, Sulu,” said Kirk.

            “Still no contact from Starfleet Command, sir,” replied Sulu. “Outside communications blanketed.”

            “Keep trying. We’ve got a diplomatic tiger by the tail,” said Kirk.

            “Transporter Room to Bridge,” said Scotty over the comms. “Klingon ship is vacated, sir.”

            “Very good, Scotty. Mr. Sulu?” said Kirk.

            “Forward phasers locked and ready to fire, sir,” said Sulu.

            “Fire phaser,” commanded Kirk.

            Sulu fired, and the phasers destroyed the remains of the Klingon ship.

            “Sensor sweeps reveal no other ships within range, Captain,” reported Spock.

            “Lieutenant (L/N)?” asked Kirk.

            “Still no contact with Starfleet Command,” said (Y/N), scanning the radio frequencies.

            “Mr. Sulu, change course to 17 mark 4, warp factor 3,” said Kirk.

            "Warp factor 3, sir,” confirmed Sulu as the Enterprise began moving.

            (Y/N) frowned as they kept trying to contact Starfleet. Even though the radiation interference was gone, they weren’t getting a response. “Captain,” they called, and Kirk turned around in his seat. “This doesn’t make any sense. Carriers are completely normal, and the channels are open, but there’s still no outside contact. I have no explanation for it.”

            “Could the Klingons be doing something?” asked Kirk.

            (Y/N) went to shake their head, but the Bridge shook suddenly and cut off the conversation. Spock reached out to steady (Y/N) at the same moment they reached out to him.

            “Sulu?” called Kirk, holding onto his seat as the Enterprise swerved.

            “Change of course. Accelerating,” reported Sulu. “Helm dead. Auxiliary navigation dead.”

            “Override,” said Kirk, reaching out to the controls. Nothing changed.

            “Nothing responds, Captain,” said Sulu.

            “Scotty, stop all engines!” called Kirk.

            “I would if I could, sir,” said Scotty. “But the controls have gone crazy. Something’s taking over. The engines have gone to warp 9! By themselves!”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they held onto Spock’s arm a little tighter.

            “New course?” questioned Kirk.

            “902 mark 5,” said Sulu.

            (Y/N) and Spock’s heads snapped to one another. That would take them out of the galaxy.

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With 230(!) votes, the results are in for round one of the Nice Jewish Character Showdown! Voting for round two is live here, and is open until 6 pm EST on Friday, October 28th. Check below the break for detailed results on the first round of voting!

The Pines twins scratched the Strilondes out of their save file, winning 88.3% of the vote (203) versus their 11.7% (17).

Tommy Pickles is being put down for his nap, losing the vote with 38.7% (89) against Ron Stoppable's 61.3% (141).

As much as I love Toby (and had him as the winner on my own bracket), his political know-how was no match for James Buchanan Barnes, raking in only a third of the votes (31.3%, 72 votes, versus 68.7% and 158).

The war of the SoCal NJBs who rocked our tv screens in the early 00's has been decided, with Seth Cohen losing the vote (19.6%, 45 votes) to Disney Channel's Gordo (80.4%, 185). The power of a bar mitzvah episode!

The first of several tight races, Gretchen Weiners has run over Cher Horowitz with a school bus (don't worry, she's fine), with a vote of 118 (51.3%) to 112 (48.7%).

Second of the neck and neck races, turns out Fran Fine is just what the doctor prescribed, beating Barbie 117 (50.9%) to 113 (49.1%). All those Christmas dresses really don't work in Babs' favor, huh?

Whatcha doin', Rachel Berry? Not winning the tournament, that's for sure! Isabella took Rachel out to the curb, with an impressive margin of 205 (89.1%) to 25 (10.9%). I'm sure Rachel will take it in stride, though -- after all, "you're all minorities, you're in the glee club" (Mr. Schue, s1e7)

In a somewhat surprising (and potentially upsetting) twist, the coded character beats the explicitly Jewish one in the battle of the Smart Bitches, knocking Christina Yang out early and keeping Miss Frizzle in the competition (175, 76.1% to 55, 23.9%). It's okay, Christina, there's space for you in the school bus. Field trip!

No surprises that our next matchup is as close as it is... with 119 votes (51.7%) to 111 (48.3%), the winner of the DC Patriarch matchup is Bruce Wayne himself, Batman. It's okay, Kal-El, I'm still thinking about the Hebrew School class when we discussed your story as a Moses allegory.

I'm convinced that Ben Grimm and Peter Parker go to the same synagogue, which makes his loss to the webslinger a bit easier to handle (29 votes to Spiderman's 201, 12.6% to 87.4%). BTW if y'all haven't read the comic where The Thing becomes canon Jewish, you're missing out.

Is anyone shocked that Spock won the Space Jews matchup? No? Me neither. As much as I love a good Futurama episode, nothing beats Nimoy. Zoidberg's going back in the dumpster he lives in behind the Planet Express building, bringing home 39 votes (17%) in comparison to Spock's whopping 191 (83%).

Yoinks, how'd the Scooby Gang manage to win this one? With a margin I by no means expected to be this definitive, the Mystery Machine pulls ahead of the ENTIRE cast of the X-Men with 154 votes (67%) to their 76 (33%).

In the war of the Magical Boys, the alchemy was not in Edward Elric's favor, getting only 39.1% of the vote (90) to Steven Universe's 60.9% (140).

The last of the neck and neck battles, turns out Sam Manson is going ghost, with 49.6% of the vote to Willow Rosenberg's 50.4% (114 to 116).

I guess my thesis had some public consensus backing, because about two thirds of y'all agree that werewolves are INCREDIBLY Jewish, 143 votes to 87 belonging to Frankenstein's Monster (62.2% and 37.8%). Stream 'Cry Wolf' on Spotify.

Oscar the Grouch's cousin Moishe is definitely pleased with the results here, with the Muppet ranking in 58.3% of the vote against Jake the Dog's 41.7% (134 to 96).

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Regulatory Relations, chapter 10: The Roommate

THERE'S MORE FANART AND I'M LOSING MY SHIT. Please look at @endyillustration 's amazing art of the wedding kiss from the last chapter here.

Also posted on AO3 here!

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From somewhere very far away, Kirk heard the mechanical slide of a turbodoor opening. He slowly floated towards consciousness: he had slept for so long, and so deeply, that it was like swimming through cotton. He became aware of the crick in his neck, and the ridges of the padd under his palm imprinted into his skin, and the muted glow from the lights that he had forgotten to turn off. Finally, he became aware of a discrepancy in the light: there was a shadow standing in front of him.

He peeled his eyes all the way open.

“Captain,” Spock said. “Good morning.” He paused. “Lieutenant Commander Scott is in my quarters.”

Kirk blinked, then blinked again. Spock was in his robes, black fabric draped around him like a shroud, and he had his lyre in one hand and the statuette from Uhura in the other. The turbodoor to the bathroom was open.

Kirk blinked once more for good measure. “Good morning,” he said, and his voice was gravelly with sleep. He cleared his throat and sat up, and it was only when Spock’s eyes flicked downward for less than a second that he remembered that he was in just his underwear. He resisted the urge to wrap his sheets around him. Spock’s eyes darted downward once more, and Kirk followed his gaze, and they both looked at the padd full of holos that Kirk had clearly fallen asleep holding. Spock’s eyes returned to Kirk’s face.

Kirk opened his mouth to justify his actions, to explain himself and make it seem less incriminating than it was, but what came out was, “Scotty is in your quarters?” 

“Affirmative, captain. With what looks to be one-third of an engine.”

Kirk got up. He pulled on pajama pants and an undershirt and, for the first time, crossed through the bathroom to enter Spock’s room. Spock followed, robes swishing around his legs, still holding his possessions. 

Scotty stood at Spock’s desk, assembling what looked like a miniature tool bench on top of it. Various boxes of mechanical bits and bobs were scattered among Spock’s things. Scotty turned as the turbodoor slid open and grinned at them. 

“Morning, gentlemen,” he said cheerfully. “Sleep well?” He laughed when neither of them responded. “Thought that might be the case. My apologies for disturbing ye, Mr. Spock. I had assumed that you had already moved out.” 

Spock paused so briefly that Kirk thought no one but himself would have noticed before he said, “I believe the human expression is ‘keeping up appearances,’ Mr. Scott.” Moving. Married. Living together. Right. Kirk’s brain was still caught on Scotty’s insinuation that they had spent the night together, doing everything but sleep, and the immediate mental image it conjured.

Scotty hummed in understanding and turned back to unpacking a makeshift toolbox. “Just let me know if ye need help with moving anything.” 

“Thank you, commander,” Spock said. “Fortunately I do not have many possessions to move.” Spock tucked his statuette under one arm, took Kirk by the elbow, and steered him back through the bathroom and into Kirk’s quarters. He closed the door to the adjoining bathroom before saying quietly, “My apologies, captain. I did not think, last night, about the ramifications of signing and sending 3102-B.” 

“What does 3102-B have to do with Scotty annexing your bedroom for the engineering department?” 

“The submission of 3102-B automatically triggers room reassignments, unless---”

“Unless 3105-A is submitted concurrently,” Kirk finished, as he managed to pull his thoughts away from his erotic yet unhelpful ideas and the regulations came back to him. A knot of guilt dropped into his stomach. “Spock, I’m sorry. I completely forgot about 3105. I didn’t even think about it.” He crossed his arms. “I’ll talk to Janice, see if it’s possible to submit it late.” Spock looked down at the lyre in his hands. Kirk followed his gaze, and his heart constricted. Spock had to give up his quarters, his home, because Kirk had been careless. 

“You do not need to apologize, captain. The fault is mine. I should have considered it last night, and I did not.” 

Kirk opened his mouth to argue, but the determined set of Spock’s eyebrows, comically incongruous with his sleeping robes, made him think better of it. He put his hands on his hips. He would make it right, somehow. “Well,” he said. “I think you can be pardoned for being distracted last night. I’ll talk to Janice. The number of officers hasn’t changed, so if Scotty’s moving into your rooms, something else will open up.” 

Spock blinked before nodding slowly. “It will not seem suspicious if we do not… share quarters? Human vows were specific on that point.”

“We can tell Janice you need personal space for meditation,” Kirk said. “But…” He glanced around at his own quarters. He had collected some personal effects through his travels, had brought some of his cherished paper books from Earth, but his shelves were far from full. “We pick up April in three days, and Scotty’s already started the migration process. You could move in here for just a little while, and then we can figure something else out once April’s gone?”

“Captain,” Spock said, pained. “I cannot---”

“Yes, you can,” Kirk said. “We’ve shared closer quarters in worse circumstances. You moving in for a few days will be a breeze.” 

Spock considered for a moment before he said, the strain around his eyes lessening, “I do not understand how our cohabitation will change the weather in the room.” Kirk punched him gently in the arm. 

“Put your stuff down,” he said. “I’ll start getting the rest.” 

The new addition of Scotty’s endless boxes of machinery and whisky somewhat complicated the process, despite his willingness to help, but Kirk and Spock managed to move all of Spock’s possessions in a matter of hours. His uniforms and robes were hung next to Kirk’s, his trinkets and artifacts arranged among Kirk’s on the shelves, and the chessboard that Kirk normally carried through the hall to Spock’s room was installed on the coffee table in front of the couch. 

Kirk stepped over the threshold from the bathroom into his room--- their room--- holding an unwieldy stack of Spock’s padds and stopped in his tracks. Spock stood with his back to him, rearranging something on the shelves, and his silky robes dripped down the lines of his shoulders and spine like liquid. He was framed on both sides by the now-cluttered shelves: Kirk’s beloved physical books leaned against geological samples and potted plants Spock had collected from planets they had visited, interspersed with decorative pieces of Vulcan calligraphy and the pieces of art that Uhura had given Spock. It was new. It was unfamiliar. It looked more like home than anyplace else had in years. Kirk had never thought about the empty spaces in his room until they had been filled. He had not thought about the empty space in his life until Spock had filled it.

Shaking his head, Kirk crossed to his desk and made separate piles for his and Spock’s padds before finding the one from the night before, placed carefully in the center. He closed his eyes briefly as he passed his hand over it, resisting the urge to open it to the picture that he knew he had fallen asleep considering. He only hoped that Spock hadn’t seen the holo. 

Kirk had been so distracted by his own surprising and unexpected feelings over the past week that, before last night, he had not even thought to look for evidence of Spock’s. But now it sat on his desk and ran phantom fingers over his face, and even Bones had seen it in the way that Spock kissed him. If he were anyone less tainted by hunger and history, and if Spock were anything other than telepathic, maybe he could have stepped up behind Spock where he stood and pressed his lips to the gap of smooth skin between the neck of his robes and the straight line of his hair. But they were who they were, so he didn’t. 

But when Spock turned to face him and asked, “Chess?,” Kirk could not bring himself to say no. 

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Kirk won the first round, but it was a close game. “Rematch, Mr. Spock?” Spock nodded, and Kirk started replacing the pieces onto their squares. Spock leaned forward like he had something to say, then sat up straight. He leaned back again. Kirk continued to reset the board, watching Spock’s nervous movements in his periphery. Then Spock reached out across the table and gently tapped the back of Kirk’s hand with two fingers. 

“May I ask you something, Jim?” 

“Certainly,” Kirk said, but Spock’s use of his name set him on edge. He continued to place the pieces, willing his hands to be steady. Spock clasped his hands in his lap, fingertips flexing and unflexing.

“When was your last physical examination with Dr. McCoy?” 

Kirk blinked and nearly dropped the piece he was holding. Of all the questions that he expected, this was not one of them. 

“Um,” he said, counting backwards. “Four months ago.” 

“And he declared you to be physically fit?” 

“Yes,” Kirk said, and placed the last piece. “Why do you ask?” He leaned back in his chair, and Spock watched him intently over the chessboard with those dark eyes. 

“I am concerned for your heart,” Spock said. Kirk almost laughed, thinking, “Yeah, me too,” but he said aloud, “My heart is just fine, Mr. Spock.” 

Spock shifted in his seat, another sure sign of discomfort. “Twice in the past five days I have felt your heartbeat and respiration rate increase significantly in response to no stimuli that I could detect. Once when the replicators ceased to function, and again when you were approached by Lieutenant Riley. I was only able to discern this change because I was in contact with your person at the time.” 

“Spock, I---” 

“Your reaction both times implied that you are accustomed to these fluctuations,” Spock continued determinedly, and his gaze was focused intensely on Kirk’s face. Kirk swallowed and looked away. “I am concerned that you have developed a heart condition that was not diagnosed during one of your examinations.”  

“I don’t have a heart condition, Spock.” 

Spock studied his face. “So you are aware of these periods of fluctuation.” Could he lie his way out of this? What could he say that would make sense? He chewed on his lip, but nothing came to him.

“Jim,” Spock said quietly, when Kirk’s answer was not forthcoming. “Please. I would request that you see McCoy and ensure that your body is functioning as it needs to.” He looked down, the concern behind his words just barely visible on his face, and in the space of a blink Kirk remembered the heart condition that had almost killed Sarek on the Babel run. Ah, shit. 

“Spock, nothing is wrong with my heart.” 

“How can you be certain---”

“It’s a---” Kirk’s mouth dried, throat closing, and he swallowed desperately. He stood, removing himself having to look Spock in the eye, and squared his shoulders. Telling Spock the truth would only hurt him. But letting him think that Kirk was liable to drop dead with no warning might be worse. “Sometimes I worry,” he said, throwing his hat in the ring for understatement of the century. “Food insecurity. Long hauls between bases. Crew of four hundred. You know. Things a captain worries about. And Kevin reminds me of a kid I used to know who, um. He didn’t make it.”

The narrow crease between Spock’s eyebrows had eased slightly, when Kirk glanced at him, but hadn’t vanished entirely. “You have been in far more dangerous situations without the same physiological effect.” 

Kirk glued his eyes to the bookshelf, flipping through his paperbacks even as he heard Spock stand, robes swishing against the couch. Spock took four cautious steps towards him, close enough to touch, but did not reach out. Kirk could practically feel the concern radiating off of him. How he had ever thought the Vulcan to be cold, uncaring, was unfathomable now. He thought, with a sinking feeling, that it would be easier to lie to Spock if he cared less. 

He couldn’t bear to talk about the truth. But he also couldn’t bear to leave Spock thinking that his heart could give out at any moment. So he hedged. 

“When I was young, I had a… there was a period where food was scarce. It was hard. Things that bring that back make me feel…” He gestured to his chest, to the air between them. Spock would understand what he was trying to say. “It’s under control. It doesn’t influence my ability to lead. But I do experience residual stress from it.” Again, understatement of the century. But as long as Spock didn’t know the extent of it, he would never know the fragility of the captain he served under. Kirk pulled a random book off the shelf and flipped it over to read the back, trying to project casual nonchalance. 

Spock took two more steps towards him. He hesitated, then reached out. He pressed his hand comfortingly against Kirk’s shoulder before sliding it down to his waist and back up again.

“I never doubt your capabilities, captain,” Spock said, his hand burning into Kirk’s skin even through his shirt. Kirk looked sharply at him, because that was a hell of a statement from the Vulcan, and Spock continued, “But I am gratified to know that you are aware of the occurrence and its cause.” Kirk felt the tension in his body lessen involuntarily at Spock’s words and his touch. He gripped the book in his hands tightly. He would not reach back.

Spock inhaled, like he was going to say something, and then his console chirped. 

“Captain, call for you,” the communications lieutenant on the bridge said. “Admiral April on a secure line.”

Kirk crossed to his console immediately, breaking the link between his back and Spock’s hand, and pressed the comms button. “Thank you, lieutenant. I’ll take it in my quarters.” He was mostly professional. At least his t-shirt was black. There was a hum as his console’s screen turned on. Then the callsign for a ship Kirk didn’t know flashed across the screen and was immediately replaced by a furious April. 

“Captain Kirk! What the hell did you do?” If April had been standing in front of him, Kirk thought that he might have been sprayed with spittle. Kirk pulled his hands behind his back into parade rest. 

“Could you be more specific?” 

“You did not actually marry the Vulcan. I cannot believe this. I told you to talk to him, Kirk, not--- not---!” He wasn’t just angry. April was apoplectic.

“I did marry him, sir.” 

“I do not believe you. I’ll be there in three days and I will be talking to him about this. Does he even know you submitted that form? With those manipulated holos? I could have you up on fraud charges---” Kirk looked away from the screen as April’s diatribe continued to where Spock had returned to the couch, holding the book Kirk had pulled off the shelf. Spock raised one eyebrow, and Kirk nodded in response. Spock rose and crossed the room to join Kirk in front of the camera. 

“I am fully aware that Captain Kirk submitted form 3102-B, because I signed it before he did so.” April gaped at Spock as he came into focus, and then turned a gaze so angry that it could have scorched his hair off back onto Kirk. 

“Commander,” April said stiffly. “I did not realize that you were there.” 

“The captain and I moved in together this morning,” Spock said, and he shifted closer to Kirk so that their shoulders were pressed together. “And I can guarantee that the holographs were not manipulated.”

April’s eyes flicked between the two of them, the motion jerky and delayed over the subspace comm relay. Then he sighed, heavily, full of distaste. “You’re married?” 

“Yes, sir,” Spock said. 

“My congratulations to you both,” April said, in funereal tones. “I’ll see you in three days. April out.” The screen went black as Kirk and Spock’s personal padds dinged simultaneously. Spock pulled his from a pocket of his robes as Kirk dug his out from the pile on his desk. 

He had a new message from HQ. The subject line read “FORM 3102-B APPROVED.” He didn’t even bother to open the rest of the message before looking up at Spock, grinning. 

“It’s official,” he said, and grinned even wider as Spock closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. “One little visit from April and Pike and then all of this is done.” Spock hummed in agreement and opened his eyes, looking down at Kirk. The straight lines of his nose and eyebrows, his cheekbones and jaw, were all accented by the sharp collar of his robes. His dark chocolate eyes were warm, familiar, and piercing. 

Kirk would have only had to tilt his head up slightly to bring himself within kissing range. Spock showed no indication that he intended to move back. Kirk would have been able to slide his hand up the sleeve of Spock’s robe, to run his hand over the wiry muscle of his forearms, with less effort than it took to open a communicator. 

It took far more effort to turn his face from Spock’s and lean back against his desk, putting more distance between them, but he did it. He opened his padd again and checked his schedule. He didn’t have anything urgent, but Scotty and Giotto were meeting in Engineering. He glanced back up at Spock, whose face was now inscrutable. 

“I’ve got to run,” he said lamely, but Spock stepped back with no indication of his emotional response. Was he disappointed? Unmoved? Had Kirk imagined that moment?  

“Very well, captain. I will see you upon your return.” Spock swept across the room, his robes swishing rhythmically behind him, and reclaimed his place upon the couch with the book. Kirk left him there and tried to catch his breath in the corridor before pulling himself together and heading off to find Scotty. 

☆☆☆

Kirk followed hints from the engineers down a rabbit hole, descending into the bowels of the Enterprise until he could hear the strains of Scotty singing in counterpoint to the delicate clang of metal on metal. He followed the music until he found Scotty, flat on his back beneath a control panel, tweaking something metallic within. He stomped his feet as he approached, to give the man a little warning, but he still startled Scotty into dropping his tongs onto his chest when he said hello. 

“Christ almighty, captain, ye move like a ghost when ye like,” Scotty said, much to Kirk’s amusement. He slid himself out from underneath the panel and sat up, wiping black grease-stained fingers on his jumpsuit. “What can I do for ye?” 

“I wanted to see if you’d made any progress on the communicator updates,” Kirk said, and lowered himself against the wall to sit next to Scotty.

“Aye,” the Scotsman said, pleased, and rummaged through the plentiful pockets on his suit until he pulled out the prototype Kirk had seen earlier. “I’ve been tinkering with it, and I think it’s got real potential, captain.” He flipped it open, and from the outside it looked like every other communicator Kirk had owned. But Scotty turned it over, pulled a screwdriver out of another pocket, and wedged the back off. Concealed within the body of the communicator was a tiny blue battery and a complicated braid of wire, linking the new battery to the standard power source and then to the communication mechanism itself. It was a much more elegant design than the previous iteration.

“Can’t test it until we’re out of warp, and I don’t want to try it on the ship for the first time, but with some cargo once we’re at the starbase?”

“This is great, Scotty,” Kirk said, and took it from him to peer curiously at the inside. He followed the basic construction, but the battery was of a type he didn’t recognize. “Where’d you get the extra power?” 

The immediate reddening of Scotty’s face confirmed his previous suspicions. “Around,” he said, unconvincingly, but Kirk just laughed.

“As long as you’re sure it’s safe and it’ll work, I don’t much care where you got it, Mr. Scott,” he said, and Scotty smiled. 

“Aye, that it is. Thanks, captain.” He smacked the back of the communicator back into place and slipped it into his pocket again. “How’d the rest of the move go?” 

Kirk’s stomach did a complicated little flip within him. “Just fine,” he said. “But I’m trying to give Spock a little space. For meditation, you know.” 

“Mighty considerate of ye, sir,” Scotty said, shaking his head. “If yer lookin’ for something to do for a minute, I’m replacing the covers on some wires while we’re not using impulse.” 

“That sounds great,” Kirk said, and Scotty handed him safety goggles and a set of tongs that he retrieved from somewhere in the depths of his endless pockets. He scooched himself beneath an adjacent panel and gratefully set himself to the work. 

☆☆☆

After three delightfully mindless hours of ignoring his problems, getting machine oil caked beneath his fingernails, and eventually eating half of a stale cheese toastie side by side with Scotty in the darkest depths of his ship, Kirk had to go home. He spent the entire turbolift ride sorting through what he wanted to say to Spock when he got there, but when the doors slid open he wasn’t any closer to a satisfactory answer. 

Hey, Mr. Spock. I know this whole endeavor was my idea, but I think we should go back to how things were before I knew what it felt like to be the object of your affection, because I think it might ruin me.

Good evening. I have recently discovered that I might be in love with you. Care to confirm or deny your own feelings on the matter?

So, Mr. Spock, tell me more about Vulcan relationships. Would your husband refusing to bond with you be a dealbreaker?  

Kirk pressed his fist to his forehead and gritted his teeth. The turbolift door slid open. He strode down the empty hallway. He could hide his feelings for a few days. Then Spock would get his own rooms again, and he would be able to rebuild the walls around his heart without Spock removing bricks with every gentle touch and quiet compliment. He stopped outside his door, lifting his hand to release the lock, when he heard noise coming from inside. He paused, leaning closer to the door, straining to hear.

From within his quarters came the subtle, somber notes of the Vulcan lyre. Agile fingers flew over the strings, pulling a complicated melody from them. Kirk pressed his head against the door to listen. He rarely heard Spock play: every once in blue moon Uhura would convince him to play in the recreation rooms, but those evenings were few and far between. 

He remembered the first time that he had seen Spock perform with her. The lights had been dimmed, and he had been drinking with Bones, and he had been unable to tear his eyes from Spock’s elegant, sure fingers against the strings. Back then every reveal of Spock’s habits and personality had been a surprise, and none more shocking than his musical ability. The crew had applauded him heartily, and something changed after that night: something frozen had melted between the lone Vulcan on the ship and the rest of her human crew. 

Kirk closed his eyes and listened, still standing in the hallway, as Spock played music in their quarters. The notes sweetened and slowed until, with one final chord, they faded away entirely. Kirk opened his eyes and then the door. 

Spock had changed while he was gone, from black sleep robes into a green tunic, wrapped around his waist, and pants in the same color. He sat on the couch with his legs tucked under him, lyre in his lap, bent over the instrument with a pleased, peaceful focus. The lights were only partially on, and it gave him and the rest of the room a comforting warmth. Settled onto the couch among the detritus of their shared life, Spock looked as if he had been made to be there: constructed specifically for Kirk to come home to. Spock looked up as the door opened and made as if to stand. 

Kirk entered and held up a hand to stop him from standing all the way. With a start, he realized that Spock was wearing a pair of thick woolen socks, and it was oddly endearing. 

“Please, stay,” he said, and crossed immediately to the bathroom. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” The bathroom door opened to admit him and closed behind him before Spock could say a word. But as he peeled his grease-stained shirt off and stuffed it into the recycler, he heard Spock begin to play again. The music washed over him as he scrubbed grime from his hands, his hair, and the domesticity of it filled his chest with a tightness. “Just a few days,” he told himself, and he couldn’t tell if he was relieved or disappointed. 

Kirk stepped out of the shower, toweled off, brushed his teeth, dressed, and generally wasted time before finally acknowledging that he was going to have to re-enter his bedroom at some point. 

“Bathroom’s yours,” he said, as he stepped back into the room. Spock had put the lyre back on the shelf and changed into sleep clothes at some point and now was surrounded by four padds: one in his hands, and three scattered around him on the couch. 

“My ablutions are complete,” Spock said. He set his padd down in his lap and looked up. “How was your meeting with Mr. Scott?” 

“Good,” Kirk said, and sat on the edge of his bed. “He’s created a prototype of a new communicator. One that might help us out on more dangerous missions.” 

“It is a weak point,” Spock mused. “One that should have been improved years ago.” He looked back down at his padds. 

“What are you working on?” 

Spock hummed, collecting the padds into a pile and setting them on the coffee table. “Regulation improvements,” he said. 

“Highly logical, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, teasing, and Spock gave him an amused glance. Then Kirk yawned, hard enough to crack his jaw. “I think I’m ready to turn in.” 

“Turn in what, captain?” Spock’s amusement hadn’t faded, and Kirk knew that he was teasing him back. 

“Turn in my resignation,” he joked, and was gratified by one of Spock’s pretend-condescending head tilts. “You know what I meant.” He patted his bed, and came to a sudden and painful realization. Shit. Sleeping arrangements. 

“I’ll take the couch, Mr. Spock,” he said. “You’re taller.” 

Spock blinked at the sudden change of subject, and then said, “Certainly not, captain. I require less rest than you. You will remain in your bed.” 

The unhelpful and delusional little voice in the back of his head whispered, “Invite him to share with you,” but Kirk ignored it. “You’re the guest,” he said. 

“An illogical rule of hospitality,” Spock said. He slowly rubbed the edge of the blanket draped over the back of the couch between his thumb and forefinger, but looked at Kirk. His gaze dared him to say what he wanted. There was a promise in his eyes. Kirk looked down.  

“We can trade off,” he said. “I’ll take the bed tonight if you agree to take it tomorrow.” When he looked back up, the daring edge in Spock’s face had melted back into impassivity. 

“Very well,” Spock said, and he pulled the blanket off the couch and draped it over his legs. Kirk shoved himself backwards until he could pull himself under his covers. 

“Good night, Spock.” 

Did Spock pause before he responded? Or was it in Kirk’s imagination? “Good night, Jim.” 

Kirk pulled a pillow over his head as Spock said, “Computer, lights to zero.” He fell asleep to the steady sound of Spock’s breathing across the room and dreamed.

#spirk fan fiction #my writing #kirk/spock fan fiction #k/s fan fiction #star trek fan fiction #fake married #regulatory relations

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Last night I had a dream that a musician who spouse really likes and who we've seen in concert several times somehow managed to unearth a lost Spock and Bones-heavy episode of TOS that nobody had ever seen before. It was designed as a bookend to Journey to Babel (in which everyone finds out about Spock's family members, and Bones proceeds to save Spock's father), and introduced Bones' daughter Joanna to Spock when Bones receives a message that she's in some sort of peril. Spock then took the lead (and a shuttle) in helping Bones save her. They shared a nice moment at the end, where Bones said, "Well, I guess we're even now, Mr. Spock," and Spock replied with, "It is certainly more pleasant than being at odds."

It was a fantastic episode with a ton of Bones backstory but it never saw the light of day because, as the audience was told, Shatner flipped out that he was only in 21 minutes of the episode when his contract said he'd be in the shot for at least 23 minutes and refused to work until the episode was trashed. A person in the special effects department saved the only copy from the bin and had preserved it until he died, and the musician found it in the estate sale.

Anyway, the musician screened it after his concert, and I was both super excited and also super angry that neither Nimoy nor Kelley was alive to see it become part of Trek canon.

I woke up absolutely incensed at Shatner, who doesn't really deserve my ire for his actions in a dream (there's plenty of other things he deserves it for). But, let's face it...he absolutely would have done that.

#star trek #star trek tos #my life #spock #leonard mccoy #star trek dreams #william shatner #episodes of star trek that don't really exist but should have #this was a weird dream

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quark watches star strek season 1 episode 14

what is this. is this a funeral. what

OMG SCOTTYS GETTING MARRIED ON THE SHIP

wait no its not scotty its that other guy, scotty was just walking the bride down the isle

is. is kirk ordained. thats amazing

wedding interrupted by an Emergency. yeah maybe it was a bad idea to do your wedding on the ship where emergencies happen

also why were the bride and groom just in uniform?? youd think theyd wear a little something special but no

ok weddings canceled i guess

planets are called romulus and remus. is this gonna be clever, arbitrary or stupid?

ok so theres this romulan space empire and they dont like earthlings but neither of them have seen each other because they make a strict neutral zone to prevent going to war but earth has a bunch of outposts there and theyre experiencing Problems?

kirk stresses the importance of not starting inter-stellar war. gee i wonder what real world events were going on to make the writers think about this kind of stuff

this other guy says he has family who fought in the war? was there already a war? did they stop? it sounds like theyre not at war anymore?

:0 the asteroids the outposts were constructed on were obliterated

battle stations :O all weapons to full power :O are they going to war holy shit

the groom from before is apparently the brides superior officer. that sounds like a weird power dynamic in their relationship

the horrors of war!

ok were following the ship

"we could have romulan spies aboard this ship" gee i wonder what real world events were going on to make the writers think about this kind of stuff

...spock has an evil romulan brother???

"leave any bigotry in your quarters, theres no room for it on the bridge" gee i wonder what real events were going on to make-

wow the romulans are ridiculously evil

spocks evil romulan brother said "comrades." interesting word choice

theyre trying to start a war apparently. sadly theyre dealing with james "war is bad" kirk

this enterprise pilot guy is bitter as shit

"the lab theorizes an enveloping energy plasma, forcing an implosion" so this technobabble is just science word smoothies

bitter pilot and spock say Lets Start A War

interesting, spock, how a few episodes ago you were talking about how vulcans are too logical to do violence.

pretty sure the roman etymology just means "these guys love war"

why do spock and his evil brother have the same hairstyle

bisexual space clouds

why are they shooting at them. i thought we wanted to prevent a war

spock is an electrical engineer

yyyyyyyeah these writers were definitely having cold war anxiety

the romulans are hubristic and stupid

cool were going into the neutral zone. yay war.

why is everyone whispering. youre in space

mccoy put his hand on kirks shoulder and told him hes special and needs to live. dude

kirk is playing spocks evil brother like a fiddle

omg yay uhuras taking over navigation :D

deadly neurotoxin in the Shooting Room, spock once again to the rescue

romulans get fucked

romulans would rather die than accept help. idiots

"in a different reality, i couldve called you friend" interesting of you to say mr spocks evil brother

the groom died :(

kirk you know you dont have to let every miserable woman cry into your tits right.

um. i guess thats the episode.

hello 1960s writers you were making yourselves extremely known today

#quark watches star trek #star trek

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And the characters are...

Scotty and Khan! Yup, a whole month, filled with Khan whumping Scotty (or... me whumping both ot them sometimes xD) I hope you'll have fun~

June of Doom Day 1

1. “You don’t want to do that.” 

| Collapse | Locked Door | Fear |

TW: blood, torn off body parts, torture, swearing

~

"Hello, Mr. Scott. It's a pleasure to see you again."

Montgomery Scott turned around when he heard the voice behind him, only to find a phaser pointed at his face.

A weak smile found its way onto his lips. He should have known that Khan would find him down here, protecting the life support system. Where else would the augment suspect the chief of engineering?

"I cannae say the same about ye, though," the Scotsman retorted.

He held his hands behind his back, ready to press all the buttons on the console.

Khan grinned maliciously as he pressed the phaser against Scott's forehead. His hand was very steady and he seemed to be eager to pull the trigger.

"Remember back then, when we were on the Vengeance's bridge? A little nod from Kirk and you just shot at me. I was very disappointed, you know? I thought that you were different from the rest of this crew."

Scotty swallowed, his fingers searching for a specific button.

"What can I say, laddie? I'm loyal to my crew and captain. And ye planned to betray us right from the start, didn't ye?"

There! The button he had searched for!

"Maybe. But I did it for my family."

Khan's family. The other augments. It was the reason why he had acted the way he had. However, it didn't justify the things he had done.

"And now? Are ye telling me that ye joined the Romulans for yer fellow augments?"

It had been quite a shock to the crew of the Enterprise when they had been hailed by a Romulan ship, near the neutral zone, only to find the familiar face of Khan on the screen. No one had ever expected to see the augment again. Then the ship attacked and the soldiers boarded the Enterprise.

"What can I say? I help them, they help me. And we will start with my revenge on this ship and its crew."

The grin on Khan's face grew wider as he played with the trigger.

"You shot me, Mr. Scott... guess I have to return the favor. Only my phaser is set to 'kill'."

But this time Scotty was the one who smiled.

"Ye don't want to do that."

The Scotsman almost laughed at the surprised look on Khan's face, but the augment quickly regained his confidence.

"Really now? It would be my greatest pleasure to kill you and then deactivate this ship's life support. So why shouldn't I?"

That was Scott's cue. He pressed the button!

"Because then ye'll die too."

Khan looked over his shoulder to see the door closing. Scotty had locked them in the room!

"Open the door."

When the augment looked at the engineer again, there was pure anger in his eyes. Yet somehow Scott had the strange feeling that Khan was more angry at himself for being stupid enough to not notice about the Scotsman's plans sooner.

"No way, ye bloody bastard!"

Khan had no options. The door was locked and the Romulans could neither break nor beam him out of the room.

"Of course ye could still kill me, kill us all, but ye'd die with us. And I honestly doubt that yer Romulan friends will stick to the deal then. No one will save yer family."

"Open the door," Khan snarled once again, slower, with more emphasis.

But Scott stayed the stubborn Scotsman that he was.

"No."

No one would open the door. Kirk knew that the room would only be locked in an emergency situation. So did Spock and the others. Well... the attack itself was enough of an emergency, wasn't it?

Forcefully, Khan shoved the Scotsman aside to take a look at the console. His eyes scanned every single detail.

"Tell me the code."

Scotty just smiled, knowing fully well that he was the one in control now. He knew that Khan wouldn't kill him. Or anyone else as a matter of fact. His life was too important to him.

"Not gonna happen, laddie. It's over."

The chief engineer just had to wait until the Romulan intruders had been dealt with. Then security could take care of Khan.

"You have a death wish, don't you?"

Khan used his free hand to grab the Scotsman by his collar and slammed him against the nearest wall.

When his back hit the metal, all air was forced out of Scotty's lungs and he gasped.

Damn! That hurt!

"The code, Mr. Scott."

The hand moved from the engineer's collar to his throat and Khan started to squeeze.

"Ye will nae kill me," Scotty managed to croak, but Khan just leaned closer and whispered into his ear.

"Trust me, there are worse things than death. I can hurt you in ways, you can't even imagine."

The grin was back on the augment's face when their eyes met again. The look sent a shiver down Scotty's spine. He knew that Khan meant his threat and would stay true to his words.

"I'll have my fun with you and once you tell me that code, because you can't stand the agonizing pain anymore, I'll still shoot you. So why not skip the torture and get straight to dying?"

Khan raised the phaser and stroked it across the side of Scott's face.

"That's a nice offer, but... I think I'll pass."

Out of nowhere, Scotty's hand shot up and grabbed the phaser. He remembered everything that he had learned about fighting, back at the academy, and managed to disarm his opponent.

Just when he was about to set it to 'stun' and shoot at Khan, he was tackled to the floor. The phaser slipped out of reach.

"Big mistake, Mr. Scott. Big mistake."

Khan managed to sit down on top of the Scotsman's stomach, pinning him to the ground.

"Last chance. Tell me the code and I'll make it quick."

Scotty tried to sit up, but failed horribly. He didn't stand a chance against a superhuman.

But he would never tell Khan what he wanted to hear. He had to protect his crew!

So, instead of answering, he simply spit Khan in the face.

"Wrong answer."

With that the augment grabbed Scotty's left hand and his pinky.

"Tell."

Scott screamed out in pain when he felt Khan starting to pull at his finger. He heard the bone crack and felt the skin rip apart. Tendon by tendon was cut slowly.

"Me."

Ring finger.

"The."

Middle finger.

"Code."

Index finger.

"Mr. Scott."

By the time the thumb was torn off, Scotty was sobbing heavily, voice hoarse from the screaming.

It hurt so much!

The engineer looked at his hand and all the blood made his stomach twist and turn.

Any moment now he'd lose consciousness.

Khan grabbed the Scotsman's right hand and was about to start the same procedure, but he didn't get that far for suddenly the door opened and various people rushed into the room.

"Let him go!"

"Get your hands off him!"

Kirk. The captain was there, Spock and  Chekov at his side. They all had phasers pointed at Khan.

Scotty managed a grin.

"Told ye, it's over."

It was the last thing he got out, before his mind shut down. 

#juneofdoom #june of doom #day 01 #whump #whump challenge #you don't want to do that #locked door #star trek #fanficfion #montgomery scott #khan noonien singh #james t kirk #spock #pavel chekov #blood and injury #star trek into darkness spoilers #torn off body parts #swearing warning

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Byler Week, Day 1: Halloween

Happy Halloween to those who celebrate! (Happy s2 Byler to all) And happy first day of Bylerweek!

Today is Day 1: Halloween / AU / –gate. I chose to write a fic bc my drawing skills need serious brushing up skills and I can eventually stuff this fic into my other fic’s universe😌.

Edit: Also posted to Ao3:)

Halloween used to be Mike’s favorite holiday. He’s always loved dressing up as whatever his favorite character that year is. And he loves seeing what other people dress up as.

One year, before the Party started doing group costumes, he and Will had gone as Kirk and Spock. He’d even made the ultimate sacrifice and let Will be Kirk.

Tiny little seven-year-old Will had made an adorable Starship Captain (equally tiny Mike had thought he looked super cool). Mike’s fake ears had itched, but he’d liked the cool blue color of his shirt. And everyone that gave them candy that night had known they were a pair, which had thrilled them both to pieces.

The first year that the Party did group costumes, Mike and Dustin had convinced the other two to go as DC superheroes (Lucas and Will have always preferred Marvel). Lucas had been Green Arrow, and Dustin had picked the Flash (his favorite). Everyone had expected Mike to go as Superman, who was his all-time favorite. Except he’d gone as Batman instead and asked Will to be Superman. Everyone’s costumes had turned out great, but Mike’s favorite had absolutely been Will’s—handmade by Mrs. Byers as always.

(It seems obvious in retrospect, that Mike had already begun to get a crush on Will—which is why he’d wanted him to be Superman.)

(And then, of course, the Halloween—only a few days before Will would be taken by Vecna, the Party had dressed up as Star Wars characters. This time it’d been easy to convince everyone that Will as Luke was just the obvious, correct choice, and not because Luke was obviously the best character.)

But Eighth grade had been the last time any of them had dressed up (“Who you gonna call?”) —and it hadn’t exactly ended well.

(Well, technically that Halloween had ended with Mike and Will hanging out alone in the basement, watching a lighthearted movie and sitting close together to feel safer—so that part…)

Freshman year, Mike had been in the middle of being miserable and missing Will and El too much to even think about a costume—and last year, they’d been in the middle of recovering from an apocalypse (neither Will, nor Max, had even been awake yet).

So now there are multiple anniversaries right around Halloween that seem much more prevalent than going around getting candy (which they’re pretty much too old for anyway, in Mike’s unhappy opinion), or going to a Halloween party—with too many people they’re not friends with, and alcohol, which none of the Party even likes.

So yeah, Mike doesn’t really intend to broach the subject of costumes this year.

Instead it’s Will who brings it up. “If all I have to focus on this year are the shitty memories and handing out candy, I’m going to scream.” Then he grins, a little mischievous. “Plus this is the first Halloween that we’re dating. I’ll be able to tell you this time that I think you look handsome in your costume, instead of pretending that you, as Han Solo, didn't fluster me half to death.”

Mike, they’ve both learned, is much easier to tease out of the two of them—Will makes a game sometimes, out of all the easy ways he can make Mike blush. Like right now.

“You’re mean,” he grumbles, hiding his suddenly warm face in his hands. It only gets warmer at Will’s delighted laugh. “You wanna do a group costume with the Party, or a pair like we used to?”

“The Party’s a lot bigger than it was back then—it’d be too hard to coordinate on short notice. But…” Will trails off. Mike risks a look at Will, who is suddenly much closer, smile softened but eyes still bright with mirth. “I think, Michael, that in this context, it’d be a couple’s costume, not just a pair.”

Mike resists the urge to hide his face again.

“Everyone always thinks I’m the mean one of the two of us,” he grumbles, but accepts the embrace Will is silently, cheerfully, offering—nosing into the other boy’s shoulder. “I’m gonna tell your mom you were bullying me. She loves me, you’ll get in trouble.”

“Tattletale,” Will singsongs. “I’ll stop bullying you if you let me pick our costumes this year.”

Mike, who doesn’t actually want Will to ever stop bullying (aggressively flirting with) him, cocks his head. “Alright Byers, deal.” He pauses. “And you just have to lay off flustering me in front of our friends—they already think I’d let you get away with anything.”

Will snickers. “You know what? Deal. But, for the record, I think you would let me get away with anything. Which is why, one day, you’ll go with me and El to Vegas so we can use our powers to scam the slot—”

Mike interrupts this long-running (hopefully a) joke to kiss Will. Will leans into it briefly, reaching up to weave a hand into Mike’s hair. After a moment, though, he pulls back, looking thoughtful.

“Now we have to figure out what we’re doing for Halloween.”

…

The Halloween of Mike and Will’s Junior year of high school, the Extended Party (minus Jonathan and Nancy, away at their colleges) convene on the Byers-Hopper house, dressed to the nines in their Halloween costumes. The plan is to watch minorly scary movies, eat far too much junk, and take turns answering the door for Trick-or-Treaters.

The Original Members of the Party (including Max) show up early to help set up.

Dustin is in a full suit and tie, a gun holster (with two full water guns in it), and a fedora. The entire setup is impressive, but none of his friends can guess who he’s supposed to be. The only one who understands who his character is immediately, is—oddly—Hopper.

“Elliot Ness.”

“Yes! Thank you!!”

It turns out that, having recently seen the Untouchables, Dustin had gone on a research spree about the Real-life man, and been fascinated. Thus, his choice of costume.

Lucas and Max have decided against couple costumes. Instead, Max wanted to go as Wonder Woman, so she has (and she looks every bit the Amazon warrior, sitting in her wheelchair like it’s a throne).

Lucas, on the other hand, has finally been able to be a Marvel superhero. After long deliberation between all of his favorites, he’d finally settled on Falcon—partly because he enjoyed the recent comics miniseries, but also because if he’d gone as Spider-Man (his other big choice), he’d have to keep removing the mask to eat.

“Falcon is just cool enough to date Wonder Woman,” Max tells him, mock-loftily.

He laughs, leaning across her lap to give her a kiss. “Well, Wonder Woman is more than cool enough to date Falcon.”

This being one of El’s first actual Halloweens’, she chose to go as the ghost she’d wanted to go as on her first Halloween—though the simple sheet had been switched for a white dress, pale makeup, and fake blood (with the occasional appearance of actual blood when she used her powers to get another soda, or pop Mike across the head with a pillow).

Steve and his group seem to have collectively decided to go as the Breakfast Club (or perhaps Steve is in regular clothes, it’s hard to tell). Robin, dressed as the outcast girl, is lounging across Vickie’s (dressed as Molly Ringwald’s character) lap, attempting to toss popcorn into Steve’s mouth. She’s largely just making a mess, but neither of them seem to care.

The (actual) adults of the bunch settle in the kitchen. Joyce convinced Hopper to do a couple’s costume with her (they’ve gone as Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein), but Murray shows up wielding a bottle of something very strong for them to drink and wearing just a dollar store cape over his regular clothes.

(Erica, out with her other friends for one last candy-haul before high school next year, will come at eight-thirty. She’s dressed up as her DnD character, Lady Applejack. She has no plans whatsoever to share her candy—even though she knows she probably will end up doing so.)

Joyce had been overjoyed to see what costumes Mike and Will picked this year.

She hadn’t been the only one.

When Will told Mike what costumes he wanted, Mike almost cried. He is (not so) secretly a sap, and Will knows it (though Will isn’t much better on that front, honestly).

“Shall we, Mr. Spock?”

“Indeed we shall, Captain Kirk.”

It’s the best Halloween yet, in their opinions.

#bylerweek #stranger things #byler #vee attempts to write #mike wheeler #will byers #bylerweek2022 #long post #I’ve been writing off and on since I saw the Bylerweek post. we’re gonna be driving all day today so I’m setting this for 12am Oct31 #i did far more research into deciding what all their costumes should be than was warranted #i debated honestly bc I read an interview where Caleb said he’d want to play DC’s Static Shock one day but that didn’t come out til the 90s #but he’s also said that Lucas would be more into marvel I think so #also did I make byler Kirk and Spock to push my spirk agenda? absolutely. #i think they’d ship it and send in works to Star Trek fanzines (bc there were spirk-specific fanzines at this point p sure?) fandom history #i have not seen the untouchables but I watched the trailer and it looks cool and Elliot ness was real and cool p sure #also sorry if byler seems the tiniest touch ooc I’m shoving in characterization that hasn’t happened yet bc it’s Going to happen in p2— #—and I haven’t even posted part 1 yet. i am Stressing. #i hope everyone is doing well! be safe today and tonight! #tbh I need to make a tag for my fic universe but I am not doing that today #i didn’t my best to edit this but hh if u see any glaring typos no u didn’t #edited header for easier viewing #edited to make it less unwieldy on a blog #Bylerweek day one #vee fic

[fruityyamenrunner]

In Autism and Spirituality, Olga Bogdashina offers an intriguing developmental model in relation to the idea of “movie-engineered autism.” Her model has six stages and it’s a bit complicated, and since I want to keep this work simple and straightforward I will try and paraphrase without destroying her subtler meanings.

The first developmental stage is between the ages of three and seven, during which the child develops imagination stimulated by stories (i.e., movies and comics). The child has authentic “spiritual perceptions” but has neither language nor cultural imagery to represent it. Imagination gets together with those perceptions and sense-impressions to create “faith images.” Since culture provides stories (fantasy narratives) during this period, these narratives act like clotheshorses for the child to hang otherwise “shapeless” perceptions and imaginings onto. Hence “the child’s worldview can easily be manipulated by cultural doctrines.” This is also the period in which the child develops self-awareness.

Self-awareness goes hand in hand with a loss of spiritual perceptions as the child’s experience is translated into cultural images, between ages seven and twelve (stage two). In the third stage, from adolescence to adulthood, we start to refer to the past as a way to understand our experience and to make plans for the future. This is the start of continuity, when the “narrative” of identity takes over our awareness. We find our identity by “aligning with a certain perspective … without reflecting on it critically.” We adopt an unconscious ideology based on the cultural images—the narrative or movie—which best match our spiritual perceptions and allow us to function socially.

Like an actor entering into a movie, we become an image, an assumed role, a false identity, created by the script of our received conditioning. It’s an ironic fact that I was escaping into movies—false realities—as a way to try and feel more real, by creating a fake persona that matched the pseudo reality of culture that surrounded me. Movies exist to alert us to the fact that all human existence has been reduced to a movie: a series of frozen images from the past, playing constantly before our eyes, simulating movement, posing as life.

The difference with autistic types is that they don’t adopt cultural images to the same degree or submit to an unconscious ideology, so the “mask” of the false movie identity doesn’t fit them quite so well. One symptom of this is that they tend to overdo the business of cultural imitation, such as “Trekkies” who dress up as Mr. Spock, or my clumsy attempts to remold myself in the image of Eastwood. Autists don’t do instinctive imitation, they imitate the act of imitation, and so they get it subtly (or dramatically) wrong.

In Autism and Spirituality, the fourth stage described entails leaving “the group mind,” which means shedding the fake cultural identity, stepping outside the movie and looking around the theater (or shifting the gaze from the screen to the rear projector). This depends on our becoming conscious of a hitherto unconscious ideology. It implies sorting the seeds of our conditioning to discover which can be planted, and which ones accurately represent our experience, and tossing out the rest. The desired end of this process is relative autonomy—a crucial step towards the ultimate goal of enlightenment.

The book then describes a fifth stage involving “ironic imagination.” The now autonomous individual still participates with collective images (movies!), but now sees them as relative rather than absolute: as fiction. The unconscious submission to external ideology has become conscious and is replaced by “the willing suspension of disbelief.” Ironic imagination means moving from mere passive recipient, or garbage collector, of cultural imagery, to the shaper of culture—from moviegoer to moviemaker, autist to auteur.

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That’s about where this book and its author come in. The sixth stage, I suppose, is the one that corresponds with full enlightenment, whatever that is. But the less said about that the better. After all, that’s life after movies, and you are here to hear about movies.

[t0ast-ghost]

20th Episode Achieved! (Tomorrow Is Yesterday)

Here’s some thoughts:

- it’s a time travel episode, isn’t it?

- I think there could be a lot of “real UFO’s” because they’re just unidentified flying objects

- goddamnit Kirk what’ve you done, your in the atmosphere

- great Scott! They’re in the 60s!

- Kirk certainly hasn’t been briefed on what to do by the starfleet time agency

- “I’ve never believed in little green men” “neither have I.” SPOCK, you literally just saw a Gorn… also Orions

- Spock knows he’s scaring the shit outta this guy and he’s enjoying it

- why when the computer starts calling him dear does Kirk look to Spock like he did this (I’d believe it, I could totally hear him saying that)

- WAIT the computer system on all ships are made by a female dominated planet, that’s pretty cool

- Kirk not afraid to slap a bitch

- “Jim, what if we can’t go back?” Was delivered with such… je ne sais quoi

- (18:33) “Now you’re sounding like Spock.” “Well, if you’re gonna get nasty, I’m gonna leave.”

- “Could he be retrained to forget his family, his children.” “The answer to that is no.” Don’t worry they’re not making threats! They’re just having their regular chats on theoretical situations!

- “It’s just a joke, Captain.” Bones finding Spock’s joke funny

- Sulu looks so happy to be here

- McCoy pacing and worrying while Spock watches him and does his calculations

- THE BOYFRIENDS CONCUR! They’re both worried about Kirk and Sulu

- BOYS WE GOT ANOTHER ONE! Spock gives the new officer a look and then WALKS AWAY

- McCoy just takes the gun. BONES GOT A GUN

- Okay again, walking around in plain sight (yeah this isn’t sneaking at this point) is not an effective strategy for being unseen

- Kirk would eat the chemicals in a darkroom, you can’t convince me otherwise

- Kirk’s fighting strategy is straight up goofy

- I love Kirk and Sulu gaslighting the soldiers

- “hmm… Poor photography.” REALLY?!?

- “BLAST your theories and observations, Mr. Spock! What about, Jim? He’s down there alone, probably under arrest. He doesn’t have a communicator and we can’t beam him back aboard without one.” “I am aware of that, doctor.” I feel like they have this conversation every time. Like McCoy wants Jim to be safe and thinks that Spock is under reacting when Spock is just as worried but doesn’t think any outburst would be effective.

- “I popped in out of thin air.” He took that sass from Spock

- Spock worried Kirk punching someone hurt his hand

- yay they made it back!!!!

I’ve been a bit distracted while drawing for the past couple episodes but drawing Bones is worth it

Master list :D

#star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #star trek kirk #tos kirk #captain james kirk #star trek spock #tos spock #spock #star trek mccoy #star trek bones #tos mccoy #tos bones #leonard bones mccoy #star trek sulu #tos sulu #hikaru sulu

[nursc-a2]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                    @byzcntine​​​ asked: "Just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in the line." | from Spock

“    proud of that, aren’t ya?   ”    toeing off her boots, a process that is neither delicate or as quick as bending down and removing her garment with her hands, christine hobbles from the dinner table to the couch, flopping down, bootless, immediately covering herself with the fluffy throw-blanket she had added to the room last week.

tease is off-set by her next comment;  he was right to be proud.   the captain had made is abundantly clear that he saved all of their asses tonight.    if spock wanted to bask in his glory moment, she is all too willing to open up the floor and direct the stage lights in his direction.   

“    you are quite the magician, mr. spock.    ”

meme tag.     ☾      accepting

#byzcntine #somewhere in the memory au??? #☾ answers. _________ ⋆˚ *･༓ don’t thank me. #byzcntine ( spock )

[universalcaffination]

James T. Kirk

Analyzing two scenes about vulnerability

In 1x04 The Naked Time, Kirk, immediately after realizing he too has been infected, opens up to spock as their ship is about to be destroyed

Kirk: Love. You're better off without it [in reference to Spock's earlier comment about how he could never tell his mother he loved her], and I'm better off without mine. This vessel... I give, she takes... She won't permit me my life, I've got to live hers.

Spock: Jim-?

Kirk: I have a beautiful yeoman, have you noticed her, Mr. Spock? You're allowed to notice her. The captain's not permitted.

Jim: There is an intermix formula-

Kirk: Now I know why, it's called "she"

Spock: It's never been tested. It's a theoretical relationship between time and antimatter.

Kirk: A flesh woman to touch, to hold... A beach to walk on... A few days, no braid on my shoulder...

I think it's the first time we see this side of him, quite possibly the first time we've seen emotional vulnerability and the very thing that hits him the hardest. Whether this is the first time Spock has seen this side of Kirk or not is left up in the air, but Spock doesn't seem to judge (possibly because he's snapped out of his stupor and realizes there are much more pressing matters to attend to but still), he accepts the confession and tries to get kirk out of the mindset by moving on.

1x06, Mudd's Women, Kirk comes into his quarters only to find the beautiful Eve waiting in his bed

McHuron: all your men were looking at me! following me with their eyes!

kirk: yes... i'll have to talk to them about that. *small laugh* they... don't do that ordinarily, Ms. McHuron. But somehow in your case, and the ladies with you, it's...

McHuron: well, they're probably just lonely. I can understand loneliness.

Kirk: yes? yes. now, Miss McHuron if you don't mind, I-

McHuron: I-I suppose, I suppose you understand it even more. I mean, having to run a huge ship like this with so much responsibility every minute and having to be so careful with all your men looking up to you...

Kirk: Well, it probably appears more difficult than it is.

McHuron: I read once, a commander has to act like a paragon of virtue. I never met a paragon.

Kirk: Neither have I.

McHuron: Well of course not, no one is! But some people... try to pretend. Do you, captain?

Kirk is having a conversation with a very lovely lady that he is trying hard not to be attracted to, who seems to catch on very quickly in ways others don't seem to that he's lonely in his command position... Only for her to immediately back away from him when they'd gotten physically close, blame Harry Mudd and say she hates this whole thing, and storm off, leaving him in stunned silence. This is someone that recognized a vulnerability, understood it to some degree herself, only to tear away from him (admittedly, to keep from hurting him even more down the line since she was sent to manipulate him but he doesn't know that)

She struck a nerve and hard. Even though kirk will flirt with other ladies in the series and use his charms as a way to manipulate what he needs (and even fall in love with other women like Miramanee). I feel like, whether he realizes it or not, the early relationships he has in his life cement this idea in his head that trusting "outsiders" is dangerous and will leave him hurting. It happens with Janice Lester while he's at the academy, when captain garrovick and gary mitchell are killed He loves his ship and he loves his crew and they're the only ones allowed close, but even then he keeps an arm's length distance between.

The writers follow this in a similar way with picard, but even though it's hard for him I feel like he accepts keeping people at a distance as a part of himself far better than kirk does. kirk wants relationships and love and wants it so badly, but he's also aware of the consequences of letting people get to close.

i dont know where im going with this i just find it fascinating these two episodes were fairly close and had similar veins of thought. extra fun to remember that 1x05 is the daggers of the mind where he has to come face to face with parts of himself he doesn't like

tldr: kirk is sad and lonely and tries very hard not to let that show, but people can see it. whether they try to use it against him or not says more about them tho

#star trek #tos #the original series #captain kirk #james kirk #kirk #kirk!!!!!! #i think thats why spock kirk and bones get along so well #they're all very lonely in slightly different ways #and the enterprise brings them together #thats why spock is good for him and vice versa #they're both hurting in tos #in their own albeit similar ways #they understand each other well #let them love each other too