Star Trek
Fic, the final frontier… 35,215 / 44
The edge, a line, is a concept of two dimensions. The tip, a point, is a concept of one.
And time is the fourth. And space is the third.
And Spock will be dissatisfied in all of them, forever.
And time is the fourth. And space is the third.
And Spock will be dissatisfied in all of them, forever.
Slow, and gentle, a ripple issuing from the instance of time.
Uhura could rely on her best guys for anything - including completely hamming it up.
Implicit: subtle and sweet.
If you must take issue...well, then grasp it by the horns.
Both were equally afraid of seeing the other again, by the end of it.
Bozeman...well. We're really in it now, aren't we?
(i love this art and it deserves a full piece but by this point i really just need to offload the stale draft ;-;)
(i love this art and it deserves a full piece but by this point i really just need to offload the stale draft ;-;)
Really, it was about learning about people, and learning how very, very far they all had to go.
Everybody settle in, now.
Age not just before beauty, but with, and leading, and travelling on.
Help me, Bones had said in the Klingon sickbay, help me, and he hadn't meant help me help you, let me help, but damn it, he's a doctor, isn't he? So of course that's what he'd meant. We'd all like to believe.
Human rituals were such an odd dance.
Please, by all means, go right on quoting (indeed, not quite citing) regulations - even the most overdone clichés.
Jim has a question.
try, try, as hard as you can
try, try, again and again
try, try, again and again
Something almost like a smile crosses the Vulcan's face. Certainly, it's throwing victory.
"You were worried."
"You were worried."
What it says on the tin! Variety and restraint are for the birds.
"He touches Jim just as casually as Jim does the universe."
Which is to say...
Which is to say...
The definition includes friend, brother, and lover. All three at once. Constantly.
Jim is a creature of habit. So is Spock.
Gay Gillian fic. We didn't need another one but it's here anyway. Sorry and thank you.
What if she was right? What if he was lost?
Spock sees the blood. He cannot but see it. Yet, he questions why it should bleed, and bleed, and bleed.
It is there, to make a radical statement; and his cavernous humanity elides.
It is there, to make a radical statement; and his cavernous humanity elides.
Love is such a colossal, tremendous responsibility.
It started sometime between when Spock went to and returned from Gol. It only grew from there.
It started sometime between when Spock went to and returned from Gol. It only grew from there.
A very interesting thing to learn - and no one he'd rather learn it with.
It was the first time, but it felt like the last time too - rather, like the continuum of all time and times condensed into one singular, supermassively expansive point.
washed up on the sea shore
Isn't that how the saying goes...verbing someone's tits off?
Just a little moment, no surprises here.
There's nothing quite like being the First.
There is much to be said for intraplanetary and interpersonal persuasions.
Something worthwhile will come eventually. Eventually. This is just a meantime compromise, because I can.
They're floating.
Good god, we're really out here.
(he/they Kirk - they/he Spock)
Good god, we're really out here.
(he/they Kirk - they/he Spock)
It takes time to come to terms with his emotions. Of course, in multiple ways.
Mr. Spock has a quandary. There's not much more to it than that.
"What did you just call me, Captain?"
What do you do when being illogical is sometimes...endearing?
What do you do when being illogical is sometimes...endearing?
Perhaps the captain's general lack of fine digital motor flexibility isn't so great of an issue after all.
Not a will-they or won't-they, per se, but a gentle perspective on what it should mean, and then what it does thereafter. I hope you'll find the title appropriately mounted in irony and inside jokes.
...is what the summary was going to be, and then I found that this title no longer fit my fully genuine interpretation. It fits here; three cheers for silly spirk, or something like that.
...is what the summary was going to be, and then I found that this title no longer fit my fully genuine interpretation. It fits here; three cheers for silly spirk, or something like that.
What is? What is...?
i want the secrets your secrets haven't found