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That One Scene From Star Trek The Motion Picture But It’s Butter Spock Desktop Wallpaper Alt. Versions 1920 x 1080 (Click for higher quality)
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daftmooncretin · 3 months
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not to diss young sheldon but he doesn’t get spock like i do
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artsyhamster · 1 year
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Trektober 16 - Hurt/Comfort
Many careful, loving touches
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ramuelszoo · 10 months
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one of the all time greatest pictures i have of our cats. really encapsulates their vibes
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star-trek-shallot · 7 months
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Kirk: It's not against regulation.
Spock, staring at Jim's closet full of crunchy peanut butter: It's just... so much, though...
Kirk: But it's not against regulation.
Spock: No, no it's not.
source: @pork_chop_hair on twitter/x
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dustydahorse · 4 months
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Goofy TNG Headcanons because I can
-Picard is one of those people who needs to know if an animal dies in a movie- he will cry if the horsie dies.
-Troi likes to ship her coworkers when she's bored.
-Crusher has the highest alcohol tolerance, she's knocking back shots like there's no tomorrow while everyone else is black out drunk.
-Data once replicated that knife game scene from Aliens with O'Brien. Ro was cheering him on.
-Picard only had a breakfast cooked by Riker once and never again, because Picard ended up in sickbay after eating Riker's scrambled eggs.
-Crusher used to go to festivals and raves when she was in the academy, and still can mosh and rave- that's her secret holodeck indulgence.
-Riker kept the plush doll of Picard from 'The Pegasus' and has tea parties with it- Picard impression and all.
-Picard got forced to watch Ratatouille. He liked the food, hated how everyone made Ratatouille jokes around him for weeks (he's bald so no rats can control him by pulling his hair)
-One time an ensign went into the holodeck when some of the senior officers where in there and saw Picard take a bite out of a stick of butter. That ensign is scarred for life.
-Q once gender-swapped everyone on the Enterprise. Was a pleasant trans awakening for some of the crew, and Picard secretly enjoyed having long silky hair.
-When he was younger, Picard had a crush on Spock. Then he later had a crush on Sarek and got did by that old man.
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Kinktober Day 27
Day Twenty-Six | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Twenty-Eight
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Pairing: Christopher Pike x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked
Warnings: Fluff; yearning; kitchen sex; vaginal sex; improper use of buttercream
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“I’m not going to lie, I’m a little surprised you asked for my help,” You admitted. You kept your gaze studiously focused on the dishes as you felt the Captain turn to look at you. 
“Why’s that?” 
You shrugged a little. “Guess I just…I don’t know, I figured you were a baking guy, too.” 
“I don’t bake nearly as much as I cook.” 
“Yeah, I got that when you put the liquid and dry ingredients in the same bowl two steps too early.” 
“Alright, alright,” Christopher grumbled good-naturedly. He took up the remaining mixing bowls, joining you at the sink. 
“I’m just teasing,” You nudged his shoulder with yours. “I know you’ve had a hell of a couple of days.” 
“Is that why you offered to make Ortegas’ birthday cake yourself?” 
“Well,” You passed him a bowl to dry before shutting off the sink and turning to lean back against the counter. “I just…I don’t know, I figured you’d wanna rest a bit.” 
Christopher shrugged a little, his focus set on the bowl. 
“I like being in the kitchen,” He admitted. “It’s good for me. Lets me clear my head.” 
You were quiet as you considered that. You couldn’t even imagine the stress that he faced on a day to day basis—and for him to retreat to the kitchen and continue to provide for his crew in his quiet moments made you ache for him. The crush that you had on your Captain was already so strong, and the last thing you needed was for you to fall even deeper for the guy. Your gaze swept his profile before you hurriedly lowered your head, averting your gaze as you saw him turn to look at you. 
“We should, um—” You cleared your throat, pushing off of the counter. “We can get going on the frosting, put it in the fridge as we wait for the cake to bake and cool.” 
“Alright.” 
The two of you gathered the ingredients, and Christopher followed your lead in getting a mixer and measuring spoons. He leaned against the counter beside you, measuring out the milk and vanilla as you added powdered sugar and room-temperature butter to the mixer. You reached in after a few moments, dipping your pinkie in and swiping some of the frosting off of the side of the bowl. You raised your pinkie, sucking the buttercream off and humming softly. 
“Is it good?” He asked.
“Mhm!” You smiled brightly at him. “You can try some if you want.” Your brow furrowed as a smile slowly grew on Christopher’s lips. “What is it?” 
“You’ve got, uh…” 
Your heart leapt into your throat as he raised his hand and cupped your chin. His thumb gently swept across your lower lip, and you felt the coolness of a missed bit of buttercream. You watched as he raised his thumb to his gaze, then licked the bit of cream. Your mouth went dry as he let out a soft hum, the sound nearing a moan. 
“...Do you, um…” You managed. “Do you like it?” 
“It’s delicious,” He murmured, eyes set intently on yours. 
“Oh?” 
“Mm,” He nodded, stepping closer. “Perfectly sweet.” 
Your heart pounded as he cupped your cheek again. Your eyes flitted between his lips and his eyes, tipping your chin up as his nose gently nudged against yours. You could feel the heat of his breath brushing against your lips—
“It smells good in here!” 
The insistence made the two of you spring apart, and you whirled around to find Chapel and Spock rounding into the kitchen. You forced a bright smile, unwilling to look at Christopher.
“Hi!” You chirped. Chapel’s brow raised at your countenance. 
“Hey,” She greeted, glancing between you and the Captain. “Are we too early to decorate?” 
“No! No, you’re right on time!” You couldn't stop your voice from raising in pitch, your hands fumbling with the ties on your apron. “We were just finishing up the frosting!” 
“O…kay.” The slow draw of the word told you that Christine knew that something was up, and you were certain that she would hound you for details later. You looked down as you tugged the apron off, just managing to catch Spock and Christine’s shared glance, and the sharp, speculative leap of Spock’s brow. But that didn’t matter at the moment. Right now, you had streamers to hang up, and a Captain’s eye to avoid. 
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“I’ll take care of those.” 
The sound of the Captain so close again made your stomach twist. 
The party had allowed you to shake off the feeling of Christopher so close, so warm, and so nearly what you’d been wanting for so long. You had sunk yourself into your friends and fellow crew, happily sung Happy Birthday to Erica, and indulged in some damn good cake, if you did say so yourself. You’d avoided the Captain’s eye, carefully skirted around him and eluded him as best you could—without being too conspicuous. Chapel had been keeping a close eye on the two of you; you were certain that she was suspicious of something, and that she and Una would have questions for you tomorrow. 
“No, it’s alright,” You shook your head, gaze set fastidiously on the dishes again. “I’m nearly through, anyway.” 
“...Alright.” His soft, resigned tone made your eyes slide closed for a moment. You sighed silently through your nose as you saw Christopher lift away the scant remainder of the cake, turning to the fridge to put it away. It was...Whatever. The moment between the two of you would surely be forgotten. You’d hold it dear, but whatever it was, it was over. What had the two of you even been thinking? 
It was a moment before you heard Christopher say, “There’s frosting left over?” 
“A little,” You nodded. “It’s been a while since I’ve had to make it, I kinda overshot how much we would need.” 
Christopher hummed thoughtfully. You glance back to see him taking the small container of leftover frosting. “What?” You frowned. 
“Just wondering what we ought to do with it.” 
You blinked at him dumbly, hands going still as you stared at him. 
“...We?” 
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You shivered at the swipe of the buttercream swept across your skin, chased by the heat of Christopher’s tongue lapping it up. You whimpered, curling your hand in his hair and pressing up against him as he panted softly against your skin. His hips rolled against yours, your legs dangling off of the counter as his arm hooked around your waist to keep you close, tenderly sucking and lapping the spot with his tongue. Your eyes caught on your discarded shirts further down the counter from where you were sitting, hoping that your pants may soon join them.
You reached back in a moment of boldness, undoing your bra and tossing it aside. Christopher groaned appreciatively, trailing his kisses down to the newly exposed skin. You heard the shift of the icing container beside you on the counter, chased by the chilling smear of buttercream on your hardening nipple. You gasped, arching your back and pressing against his tongue as he drew the sensitive bud into his mouth.
You grasped his icing-covered fingers, drawing them up and sucking them between your lips. Christopher’s hips jolted against yours, his head raising with a slick pop to watch you. You held his gaze, slipping your tongue between his fingers and bobbing your head slightly. You thrilled as Christopher’s eyelids fluttered, his kiss-blushed lips parting in shock. You pulled your fingers from his mouth, sweeping your tongue across his lips before slipping it into his mouth. You moaned into one another at the feeling, trading sugary kisses. You wrapped your legs around Christopher’s, giving him a light squeeze. You felt his hands slide down over your sides, fingers lingering at the band of your leggings. You broke the kiss, nose nudging against his as you nod. 
“Yes.” 
“Yeah?” 
You grinned as you heard his smile seeping through his tone. 
“Please.” 
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The heat of Christopher's body nearly negated the cold press of the counter beneath your back. His hands grasped your hips, using the hold to draw you onto his cock. Your breath was pushed out in rough pants, moaning and sighing with each thrust. You took in the flush that had risen in Christopher’s cheeks, his darkened, amorous eyes as he watched you. Strands of hair had sprung free from his neat coif, bowing over his forehead. You raised your hand, gently cupping his cheek as you held his eye. Your eyes wandered his chest, his arms braced and muscles bulging as he guided your hips. 
He let go of your hip, reaching down and swiping his fingers through your juices. You watched as he raised his fingers to his tongue, lapping at the wetness and grinning.
“Like I said,” He murmured, lowering his lips to yours again. “Perfectly sweet.”
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jennelikejennay · 6 months
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Today I finally wrapped my massive Spirk fic.
Me, one month ago: you know, I think I know why Spock and Christine didn't work out.
Somebody: you're just buttering us up for a fic about this, aren't you?
Me: no? I've never written any Spirk fic?
Me: but maybe I'll do a short one
Me: let me try to get a handle on the timelines of the different shows
Me: I bet I could take it as far as Amok Time
*loses my job*
*can't focus on my novel*
*falls into hyperfocus*
25 days later I have 68,000 words and many of them are horrible and painful and will make you hurt.
Does anyone want to read it.
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numinousmysteries · 2 months
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Dancing the Tandava (7/10)
[on Ao3] @today-in-fic
Washington, DC 1993
Since William has no identification, money, or place of residence in 1993, Mulder lets him stay at his apartment while they figure out what to do next. As he accompanies his parents on the drive to the airport and the shuttle flight from New York back to DC, he’s tickled by how different they were years before he was born. He only knows them as his happily married, domesticated parents, not these young FBI agents who barely know each other.
Even though they aren’t together together yet, he can see the sparks flying between them. It oddly reminds him of his relationship with Hannah. They’ve stayed up all night talking but have never done more than hug. She’s beautiful and makes him think. He’s considered telling her how he feels about her, but he was scared it would ruin their friendship. Watching his parents now, he doesn’t feel as afraid. As his dad unlocks the door to his apartment, William decides if he makes it back to 2023 he’s going to tell Hannah about his feelings.
Seeing his father’s old apartment thrills William. There’s the leather couch covered by a Navajo blanket and the fish tank from the basement of his childhood home. He tries not to think about it, but he suspects there’s a chance he was conceived on that couch based on the way his parents lock eyes over it. He glances over at the bookshelf and sees familiar titles on parapsychology, cryptozoology, and mythology. Some of these made the cut and are still in his parents’ house in Virginia, but others he’s never seen. He imagines his parents going through the bookshelf two decades ago, deciding which ones were still relevant and which ones they should give away.
Everything else in the apartment is the stuff of legends. This is the setting of all the stories his parents told him of late nights poring crime scene photos trying to break a case or watching old movies and debating the patriotic merits of butter on popcorn.
“This is so cool,” he says, unable to suppress a grin. “I’ve heard so much about this place.”
“About my apartment?” His dad sounds skeptical.
“Yeah,” he says. “This is where you lived before I was born, right? And then we all lived at mom’s old apartment for a little bit before moving into our house. Can we go see mom’s place? I’ve seen pictures from when I was a baby, but I don’t remember it.”
“Um, sure. We’ll see when she’s around. William, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Are Agent Scully and I a couple in your time?”
“Of course,” William laughs. “You’re crazy about each other. It’s actually kind of gross sometimes.”
“Are we married?”
“Yeah. You didn’t get married until after I was born, but you told me that you’d been together for a while beforehand.”
Mulder’s quiet as he takes this all in.
“I really shouldn’t say anything else, you know, Back to the Future and everything. Don’t want to accidentally scrub myself out of existence. Remember we used to watch that all the time when I was a kid?”
“I—” his dad starts.
“Oh yeah,” William says, dejected. “Sorry, I keep forgetting.”
“It’s okay, buddy,” his dad says. Buddy. It’s what his dad always calls him. “I don’t remember. But I can imagine if I had a kid I’d want to watch that with him. What about Plan 9 From Outer Space? The Wrath of Khan?”
“Yup,” William says, smiling. “I was Spock for Halloween three years in a row when I was little. None of the other kids had any idea who I was. That was before the J.J. Abrams reboot and everything.”
“They did a reboot? Was it any good?”
“It was okay,” William says. “I liked it. But you said there was too much action.”
His dad grins as he sits down on the couch and invites William to sit next to him. The leather feels squeaky, not as soft and broken-in as he remembers it.
“Mom doesn’t believe me, does she?” William asks.
“She’s coming around to it,” Mulder says.
William shouldn’t be surprised. His mother, the doctor and scientist, has always been the skeptical one but it still crushes him whenever she gives him a cold stare without any recognition. Where’s the mom who read him stories, soothed his nightmares, and helped him with his homework? The one who learned all the rules of baseball and basketball so she could cheer him on during his high school games and listened excitedly when he talked about everything he was learning in his college physics classes? He’s glad his dad, at least, believes him, even though he has no memories of his entire life.
“Am I a good father?” His dad asks hesitantly, and William turns back to face him.
The question confuses him. He always thought fatherhood came naturally to his dad. He remembers hours of playing with Star Trek action figures and building Legos on the floor of their living room as a kid, playing catch and practicing fielding ground balls in their backyard until sunset.
“You’re the best,” he says as if he’s confirming the sky is blue.
His dad turns away and he thinks he sees tears in the corner of his eyes.
“Does that surprise you?” William asks. Growing up, his dad was his hero. He never suspected he had any doubts about being a father.
“Honestly, a little,” Mulder says. “You mentioned my sister, Samantha. I can’t imagine myself settling down and living this life with Scully, and with you, unless I found out what happened to her. Do I ever find her?”
William knows this part of the story—how, a little over a year before he was born, his parents learned Samantha died at 14 years old—but now he starts putting together the pieces. His father needed to get closure before allowing himself to commit fully to his mother and, eventually, to him.
“You’ll find out what happened,” he promises. “You’ll get your answers.”
He sees the pain in his dad’s eyes, how he wants so badly to ask William to tell him the truth, but William can’t bring himself to do it.
“Back to the Future, right?” William says. “I can’t mess up the past.”
“Alright, Marty McFly,” his dad says, his mood lightened. “Let’s work on figuring out how you got here. And how to get you back where you belong. You mentioned this Dr. Bellona. Any hint where he might be working now?”
“I don’t know,” William says. “We can Google him.”
“What’s a Google?” His dad’s puzzled face makes William laugh.
“Sorry,” he says. “I keep forgetting it’s not 2023 anymore. It’s a search engine on the internet. Do you even have internet access?”
“Not personally, but I know some guys who do.”
“The Gunmen?” William perks up. He loved spending time with his dad’s trio of offbeat friends growing up. They always let him play with their latest piece of technology and shared wild stories about his parents from before he was born.
“You know them?”
“Frohike, Langly, and Byers are basically my uncles,” he says and his dad smiles. “They’re awesome.”
“Want to go pay them a visit in 1993?”
***
The Gunmen’s headquarters hasn’t changed much in thirty years. The technology has evolved but it’s just as grungy, overstuffed with audiovisual equipment, and somewhat malodorous as he remembers. Apparently, none of the three have updated their wardrobes in decades either. William recognizes Frohike’s leather jacket and fingerless gloves, Langly’s Dead Kennedys t-shirt, and Byers’s funereal suit.
“Guys, this is William,” his dad says as they come inside. “William, you know the guys.”
The three men look around at each other and then back at William.
“He knows us?” Byers asks Mulder.
“Tell them,” Mulder says, nodding at William. “They’ll believe you.”
“I’m Mulder’s son. And Scully’s. I’m from the year 2023.”
Despite Mulder’s assurance, all three Gunmen start laughing nervously.
“I don’t know what’s harder to believe,” Frohike says. “That Mulder knocked up Scully or that you’re from the future.”
“He appeared at Camp Hero,” Mulder says and the guys stop laughing.
“No way,” Langly says. “Did you see the Delta T antenna? That’s what they use to bend time. It’s supposed to have technology the military stole from extraterrestrials from the Orion constellation.”
“Well, the Delta T antenna can bend time,” Byers adds, “but it’s probably not what allowed you to travel back from the future. That was likely the Phoenix III tunnel.”
“Yeah,” says Frohike. “Do you remember a tunnel that descended deep underground? The CIA has supposedly been throwing homeless people down there just to see what happens, and they come back saying they walked out onto Civil War battlegrounds.”
“He’s a little hazy on how exactly he got here, but we think we know who’s behind this,” Mulder interjects.
“Dr. Vincent Bellona,” William says. “He’s at CERN now. That’s where I was working before I came here, but I think if we find where he is now we might be able to figure out what happened to me.”
“You’re working at CERN?” Byers asks. “Impressive. Must be Agent Scully’s influence.”
“Think you guys could look him up on the ‘net?” Mulder asks.
“On it,” Frohike says as he rolls a chair over to a desktop computer. “Vincent Bellona. Looks like he’s a post-doc at Princeton, specializing in high-energy physics. And—this is interesting—he’s got a hot wife who’s even more accomplished than he is.”
“Oh, let’s see the wife,” Langly says.
“Samita Shah,” Frohike reads off the computer screen. William looks and sees a photo of a younger version of Bellona (with a full-head of hair) next to a pretty South Asian woman with long, dark hair cascading over one shoulder. They’re both in lab coats. The picture is above an article titled “Quantum Leap of Love: Meet the Physics Department’s New Power Couple.” Skimming the article, he learns that Bellona and his wife came to Princeton together to research W and Z bosons, although Shah’s list of publications appears to be twice as long as her husband’s.
“Did Bellona ever mention his wife to you?” Mulder asks.
“No,” William says. “I didn’t think he had one. He doesn’t wear a ring anyway. They must not be together anymore.”
“Frohike, can you print this out?” Mulder says, then turns to William. “What do you say we pick up Scully and then go see what Bellona’s up to at Princeton?”
***
On the drive to Scully’s apartment, William sneaks glances at his father from the passenger seat. While his mom’s face has thinned out over the years, his father seems narrower in 1993, less solid. They’re both free of wrinkles and the gray hair that he knows his mom dyes to hide, and look more like his peers than his parents. He imagines how worried they must be in 2023 when they come to visit him. Hopefully, they’re able to get in touch with Hannah. He told her what he saw Dr. Bellona doing at the Shiva statue and she knows that Bellona called him in last night, so he hopes she’s making the same logical leaps.
More than anything, he wants to talk to Hannah. He knows they could figure out what’s going on. But she doesn’t exist yet. He doesn’t know if her parents have even met. If he doesn’t get back to 2023, he’ll be 30 when she’s born—if he doesn’t manage to screw up the space-time continuum so much that she’s never born at all. The thought of a world without her in it doesn’t feel worth returning to.
William’s dad knocks on the door of his mom’s apartment. She opens the door in jeans, a flannel shirt, and small, round glasses. She looks like she could’ve been in one of his classes at MIT.
“Scully, we have a lead on Dr. Bellona. He’s teaching at Princeton currently. We have to go see him.”
“Mulder, slow down,” his mom says, her face scrunched in concern. “Can we have a word alone?”
William watches as his dad follows his mom into the kitchen. Her apartment is much more familiar than his dad’s. Even though they moved out when he was a few months old, he’s seen photos of his dad holding him in front of the wood bookshelf in the living room, and one of himself as a chubby-cheeked infant with both his parents on the same sofa he sits on now.
His parents are speaking softly, but he can still hear them from where he sits.
“The preliminary DNA test results came back and they’re surprising, to say the least.” William hears his mother opening an envelope and handling papers. “They appear to confirm William’s claims.”
“Scully, you know how accurate these tests are. What’s the likelihood that we aren’t his parents with these results? Less than 10 percent?”
“Even smaller,” she says. “Mulder, this is completely impossible.”
“At this point, it’s more impossible that he’s not telling the truth. You’re a scientist. If you had to testify in court, wouldn’t you say this objectively proves we’re his parents?”
“If I didn’t know the context, sure,” she says. “But this is actually not possible. It has to be a statistical anomaly.”
“A walking, talking statistical anomaly with your eyes and my nose?”
“Mulder, it’s easy to see patterns when you’re looking for them. A lot of people have blue eyes and, well, distinguished profiles.”
“Distinguished? Thanks, Scully.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Come on Scully, talk to him. He knows things about us. I think he’s a little upset you don’t believe him. You’re his mom after all.”
He hears her sigh and then they both come back to join him in the living room.
“William,” his mom starts. She’s turned towards him but her eyes are on the envelope in her hands and not him. “According to the preliminary DNA analysis, what you’re saying is true. Agent Mulder is your father and I, somehow, am your mother. I don’t know how to explain that, but these tests are extremely unlikely to be wrong.”
“I know,” William says. “I told you I was telling the truth.”
She finally faces him and he can see the bewilderment in her eyes. He has to remind himself that this is his mother in 1993. There’s so much she has neither seen nor experienced yet. He knows about her abduction and about Emily. By the time his parents left the X-Files, her name was attached to one of the thickest files in the office, but at this moment he worries that his being here feels like a violation to her.
“It’s a lot to take in,” Mulder says, filling the silence as Scully continues to stare at William, examining him.
“Maybe if we talk to Dr. Bellona, we can find out how to get me back where I belong. I realize this must be weird for both of you.”
His mother nods sadly, looking down at her hands interlaced in front of her. “I think that would be for the best.”
He smiles with his lips tightly shut and nods in agreement, but inside his stomach churns. He wants to reach out and hug her, let her smooth his hair down with her gentle touch like she did when he was little and not feeling well. His heart aches knowing he’s little more than a stranger to her.
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crystal-mouse · 5 months
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I need to ask somebody this question because it's been in my brain for a while and it's driving me nuts. Is spok vegetarian or vegan?
Because we all know he doesn't eat meat, but there wasn't a discussion about other animal products.
The closest we got to spock eating was with zarabeth where he suggested they start a greenhouse so they don't have to eat meat. He still could've suggested they get an animal and milk it (which would naturally lead to the question are Vulcans lactose intolerant but that's for another day)
On the other way when he's stuck with kirk in the 20th century, kirk brings him purely vegetables - no eggs, no cheese, no yoghurt, not even another comically large baguette. Which makes me think spock is actually vegan but I've never seen it addressed anywhere.
Hiya! Thanks for the ask- this is a really interesting question, and I think it generally comes down to three main points, which are:
What we see in the show
Cookbook interpretations/recipes
What replicator food counts as
As you mentioned we don't really see much of Spock's diet in TOS (beyond him saying he does not eat meat, plomeek soup and what Kirk brings him when they're stranded in the great depression)- so we can gather that he does largely eat a vegetarian/vegan diet but lesser the finer details. Many vegetarian dishes can also be vegan- so the fact Spock has eaten food that appears to be vegan, may not confirm one way or the other.
When you start to look at the cookbook's made in addition to the series (which tbh they might be less vegan friendly due to the years they were published) the Vulcan/Spock specific dishes listed in both the 1978 Cooking Manual and Star Trek Cookbook (1999) seem to be more vegetarian leaning and often contain animal products such as eggs, butter, cream, cheese and milk (which may also answer your question about Spock being lactose intolerant, but at the same time, i've never met anyone lactose intolerant who hasn't also consumed lactose intentionally).
Below are some recipes from Spock's section of the 1978 cookbook (there is also a section on Vulcan food, but I chose to focus on Spock as he's the main subject we're talking about):
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And here are the Spock/TOS specific recipes from the 1999 cookbook:
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I'm yet to read/obtain the 2022 trek cookbook, but based on what I could find online, the plomeek soup recipe in this version also contains animal product (greek yogurt/creme fraiche) in order to create the opaque effect seen on screen.
In all, based on these recipes/interpretations of the food we do see in TOS, I'd say that Spock is more likely vegetarian than vegan.
However! Spock could still be vegan if you wanted him to be- it all depends of whether you consider replicated/synthesised animal products as true 'animal products'. As they are synthesised, they have never interacted or come from the animal in question, and only take on the form and taste/nutritional value of the product. So ig it mainly comes down to your own personal opinion of this- Would synthesised milk, that tastes and has an identical composition as non-synthesised milk, but has not come from a cow, be vegan? Personally, I'd lean to think they don't really count in the same way a veggie/meat-alternative sausage isn't *really* a sausage, more an imitation of varying degrees of success (where in this scenario, a synthesised/replicated sausage would be a very successful imitation as it's near identical).
Although that said- due to the synthesised food being practically identical down to the molecule, I'd doubt many vegetarians or vegans who are so because they dislike meat/animal products (instead or in addition of the ethical consideration) would want to eat it.
Additionally, while the recipes above mention animal products in the ingredients, they are frequently items that have vegan alternatives- while the usual version may contain the animal product, if Spock was vegan by choice, he could also substitute these for his personal food/replicator cards.
It's a bit of a long response, but I hope I managed to answer your question!
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circus-bagel · 1 year
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Shopping list!
Sorry, I’ve got to dump this on my dash so I don’t forget! I’m really behind on groceries!
Vanilla extract
Butter
Bread
C h e e s e.
Eggs
Lightbulbs
Blorbo (from my shows)
Gandalf the Grey
Gandalf the White
Monty Python and the Holy Grail’s Black Knight
Benito Mussolini
The Blue Meanie
Cowboy Curtis
Jambi the Genie
Robocop
The Terminator
Captain Kirk
Darth Vader
Lo Pan
Superman
Every single power ranger
Bill S. Preston
Theodore Logan
Spock
The Rock
Dock Ock
Hulk Hogan
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effervescentdragon · 5 months
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It took me ages to find the notif but I know I got tagged by my beloved @antimonyandthyme who is darling dearest dbest and I'm still in the ignoring life phase so here we go <3
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
80! I have 80 works and 500 msgs in my inbox and I am a bit insane about it.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
535,111. Fuck i didn't know. This is insane.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Right now, F1. I wrote Silm exclusively for a while, but who knows at this point I'll honestly take whatever gets the creativity going.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
piarles montreal date fic, piarles omegaverse porn, piarles doggystyle porn, sebchal where charles wins monaco 22, charlos engineer au. i'm seeing a bit of a pattern here.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do, or I try to. I go in and I respond in bulk, or sometimes I respond as I see them because I get so many at once I get overwhelmed. If I don't respond it's because I'm overwhelmed but I love and cherish every single one and I go and reread them when I'm feeling down and sad. Just know that all the comments I get are absolutely the best part of writing. <3333
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
in f1, for me it was that one sebchal tumblr ficlet where they didnt have a happy ending and seb was a bastard, which i can't find bcs i write too much and i hate that one. i think if you go into the tag "another pacific rim au you will find a LOT of angsty endings. oh also, my mean prompts. and any makkinen, i think. they are particularly angsty for me.
in silm... damn. me and azh my beloved literally have an angst-off fic. every silm fic i've written is angsty as fuck. maybe the one where maedhros throws himself into the fiery chasm? or any one with lalwen, including the grief ficlets on tumblr? glorfindel/curufin? oooh. i know. silvergifting. my silvergifting.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
For me? piarles star trek au , piarles pirate au, and sebchal old guard au.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not particularly, not traditional "I hate this". I get entitled comments that are like "will you write more" or "write more" or "i wish you'd do this and this" and i either ignore or block them bcs I do this shit for free and nobody is entitled to it.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes. I am very good at tender-porn with feelings, or so I've been told.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
AU's. So many AU's. That's my bread and butter. I did do a silm/f1 crossover as I was grappling with my feelings about rpf, but once I crossed the line I never looked back.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! My Simi+ Welcome to Japan got translated wonderfully into Chinese HERE and I'm still soft thinking about it <33333
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, I don't think I can do that in the fic. I am playing in @wolfiemcwolferson and @duquesademiel's playground right now, and I do have that silm angst-off fic with my beloved @admirablemonster <3 but I can't write with-with someone.
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
Steve/Bucky or Kirk/Spock.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Pfffft a million in my drafts? there is so many of them that i started as a way of coping and i dont know really. I still live in hope i'll finish them all.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Emotions? I think I write good emotions. Also, building universes and adapting them in my AU's. Oh, and symbolism. I pack so much symbolism in everything my GODS.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Gahhh. Keeping it to the point. Finishing things. Show-don't-tell.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I like doing it tbh, because it gives me the opportunity to remind myself of the languages and I get distracted ith, for example, Russian grammar. However, these days I only do it for like, tearms of endearment and stuff like that, because I'm also very bad at incorporating translations (i forger), so I'm trying not to torture my readers. I love doing it in Silm for that reason exactly, pondering Quenya and Sindarin grammar aaaaa. Can you tell I'm a linguist at heart? xD
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Harry Potter, and it was a self-insert OC my beloved.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Sebchal Old Guard AU and Galadriel character exploration fic.
gonna tag, well, those already tagged above and then @deathicus-sling @fingons-rad-harp @absynthe--minded @blorbocedes @ayceeofspades @saecookie @jean----ralphio @nikosheba @brazilgp @milflewis @jaz-the-bard @ruiniel @goddammitjim @colors-of-feeling
and tbh whoever wants to do it? love you all!
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porcelaintoybox23 · 2 months
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I really only have Pine’s Kirk to truly compare to, but Paul Wesley is truly channeling peak midwestern white boy. This is a white man. He drinks whole milk, he’s driven a tractor, he’s had lutefisk at a church luncheon, his grandmother had that butter cookie tin filled with sewing paraphernalia, he thinks butter is a spice, he’s made butter by hand, cinnamon burns him, he needs spf 300—
Like shipping or no shipping, this man will be the most important person to Spock, an autistic Vulcan with Vulcan dyslexia, a huge fucking nerd and a mama’s boy.
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earhartsease · 9 months
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we dreamt spock was explaining the history of margarine to jim, who was kind of sarcastic about it - spock told him how the dairy interests lobbied to prevent the margarine makers from dyeing it yellow to make it look more like butter, so they called this weird white spread margarine which means pearl-like, in an attempt to make it sound posh, and jim cocked an eyebrow and was like "...really!"
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I went to Trader Joe's yesterday to pick up some of my beloved chocolate peanut butter pretzels, and one of the cashiers was a tatted up butch wearing pointy elf/Spock ears, and you know what, I have a new type. I don't think they'd be into me for several reasons, but I learned something new about myself today.
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sharpestasp · 4 months
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Tag Games / Get To Know You Better
Tagged by @saiditallbefore
3 Ships: Canon Ships: Leia Organa/Han Solo, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Catti-brie/Drizzt Do'Urden Non-Canon Ships: Leonard McCoy/Spock, Dinah Lance/Barbara Gordon, Alustriel Silverhand/Drizzt Do'Urden
Last Song: "Valerie" - Steve Winwood
Last Movie: New: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Rewatch: The Crow
Currently Reading: To Be Started Soon: The Warrior's Apprentice by Lois McMaster Bujold
Currently Watching: Doctor Who Season 1 (up to "The Keys of Marinus")
Currently Consuming: There's a Reese's Peanut Butter Bar staring at me, begging for devouring
Currently Craving: For food to not be an issue
tagging: @columbarius @krakenartificer @vengeful-nerd @silverblue94 and @frogwithapen
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