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must reboot trek be good? is it not enough to see quinto spock and his precious ears?
#earlier i saw several people hating on quinto spock#so im feeling extra motivated#also i love him#also also his spock voice is so fucking soothing
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S2 episode 23 (The Omega Glory)… I’ve been on the internet too long to read that fucking title.
Anyway:
- Immediate Sulu content is a good sign
- damn having that redshirt beam over with them is basically an execution
- THEY GOT TURNED TO SALT?!?
- I shouldn’t skip the opening more often. Deep Space Nine instilled bad habits
- The colours are so dulled this episode
- Kirk looking at all the empty shirts on the bridge (specifically blue) like that could be Spock or McCoy
- I get to have a little laugh at how they look just standing while being transported. Imagine getting transported mid sneeze, like a bad picture but you’re face is just frozen like that for a bit
- What is happening, why am I watching a beheading? Star Trek?
- “We’re never leaving this planet” wait for the end of this episode, when Kirk, helped by his boyfriends (McCoy and Spock) somehow defies the laws of nature
- “It seems impossible, a star captains most solemn oath is that he will give his life, even his entire crew, rather than violate the prime directive.” First of all, there’s no way Kirk hasn’t broken the prime directive. Second, Kirk would not fucking sacrifice his crew. Like ever. Third, Kirk says Prime Directive
- Smooth
- DANG! They killed the redshirt so suddenly and unnecessarily
- Kirk deliberately steps in front of Spock and McCoy to protect them from the potential phaser fire. Tracy then walks around for a clear shot of them anyway but if you watch the scene Kirk continues going in front of them a bit
- SULU IN CHARGE OF THE ENTERPRISE YEAH
- Even tied up, faced down, and presumed unconscious, Kirk can fight a bitch
- Kirk’s ass in the fight scene with Tracy is insanely highlighted
- Spock looks so worried for Jim when he gets put in with the Yangs
- The change in sound here is crazy
- McCoy trying to be sneaky. Foiled.
- “No point in repeating that it’s illogical, Spock. I’m quite aware of it.” Spock can’t help him with words here :((
- “Pity you can’t teach me that [nerve pinch].” “I have tried, Captain.” KISSALREADY
- McCoy is so focused on his task he doesn’t even consider eating. Relatable.
- “Keep talking, don’t let me doze off.” I do not think Spock’s voice is the best to keep one awake. It’s so soothing.
- Spock is so worried when Kirk stops speaking to him (he got knocked out), his panic levels are through the roof
- Kirk is ultra concussed rn
- McCoy isn’t even surprised to see them (Kirk and Spock), he knew they’d fuck around and find him
- Wow! This guy’s awful!
- Kirk hit his breaking point when Spock got injured
- Threatening Spock and McCoy is TOO FAR… also killing thousands
- The fucking click of the
- I lost the plot. Why is the American flag here?
- WHY DOES KIRK KNOW THE PLEDGE?!? Also funny that Shatner (he’s Canadian) had to learn that
- It’s funny when people are like “Spock is super tall.” Which is true but McCoy isn’t that much shorter
- Spock has a heart! Leave him alone! (McCoy is on my side here)
- “If we should kill the good, the evil would be among us.” I’m not even gonna say it
- Spock’s facial expressions in this one are gold
- “Spock, I found that evil usually triumphs, unless good is very, very careful.” McCoy can only hope his idiot boyfriend doesn’t get stabbed
- I would be the, “Spock, we’ve got to do something!” To your, “I am open to suggestions, Doctor.”
- James “don’t break the prime directive” Kirk breaking the prime directive
- Spock was fucking dying, where’s that go?
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Episode written by Gene Roddenberry
#star trek#star trek tos#star trek the original series#spock#s'chn t'gai spock#tos spock#leonard bones mccoy#tos bones#tos mccoy#captain james kirk#tos kirk
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:D Hey, you’re a delight and a gift. Take this Spirk prompt in whatever direction you’d like. Not gonna lie, I kinda liked the aggressive tone of this prompt list - it felt very much like Kirk speaking to Spock (though, the other way around would actually also be fascinating, now that I think about it). THANK YOU FRIEND ♥️ 1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
Listen, I stuck to it this time! That’s a first.... I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS, FRIEND!
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The Captain was angry.
Jim stepped off the transporter pad without a backward glance at Spock and clapped Scotty on the shoulder. They engaged in a brief, lighthearted discourse before Jim strode out of the room. The engineer looked to Spock, eyebrows raised.
“Trouble in paradise, Commander?” he asked and Spock arched his own brow in response.
“Unclear,” he said with a tilt of his head and followed after his Captain.
They took separate turbolifts, but arrived at the Captain’s quarters nearly at the same time - where the Captain no doubt planned to change out of his formal uniform before reporting back to the Bridge. The door hissed shut nearly on Spock’s nose and he paused to soothe the irritation that the Captain no doubt was intending to inflict with his actions.
Once sufficiently under control, Spock entered his own access code and the panel lit green, granting his access. A positive result - the Captain was not so angry as to lock Spock out of the room entirely. He strode inside and stood at parade rest, watching as Jim peeled off his shirt and tossed it into the laundry chute. His bare back was a line of tension that bled unmistakably into the room.
“You are aggrieved,” Spock commented and Jim stiffened further, before rounding on him, eyes blazing.
“How marvelously astute of you, Mr. Spock,” Jim spoke through a clenched jaw, hands balling into fists at his sides.
Spock quickly replayed the events of the last several hours through his mind - he had taken note of his Captain’s anger while still planetside, but he had been unable to determine the source of the mood. Much of human emotionalism escaped him - especially those that appeared suddenly, fierce and rooted in internal monologues that were not discernible without outward prompting. Jim was susceptible to such passing dispositions, and though Spock had come to be better acquainted with them, he still struggled to anticipate and temper them. He was displeased to consider that he may be the cause of this instance.
“I am certain the proceedings this afternoon went smoothly, Captain,” he said slowly, testing to see if perhaps Jim was experiencing a fit of self consciousness. Jim rolled his eyes and turned back towards his wardrobe to retrieve one of his golden command shirts.
“Very smoothly,” Jim agreed, voice muffled by his shirt as he pulled it over his head. “So smoothly that we have been invited to stay at the Chancellor’s estate for the remainder of negotiations.”
“A high honour indeed,” Spock stepped forward to collect Jim’s pants, which were kicked off and left in a heap. He folded them neatly before replacing them in their proper place. Jim said nothing as he slid on a clean pair of slacks then sat heavily on the foot of his bed.
He was glaring at Spock.
Rather than acknowledge the anger, Spock knelt in front of Jim and drew one of his feet into his lap and pressed into the arch with his thumbs. Jim allowed the soothing attention for a moment, eyes drifting closed and the anger bled away. He massaged the foot, rubbing into the balls of Jim’s feet where he knew tension built up and caused discomfort, especially when wearing dress shoes that Jim often complained pinched tremendously. He released the foot and reached for the other when the temper reignited and Jim kicked into the centre of Spock’s chest.
“I’m angry with you, Spock,” Jim declared, pulling his feet up onto the bed with him and crossing his legs.
“I am aware.”
“Do you really not know why?”
“I am certain you will inform me momentarily,” Spock rose and sat next to Jim, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him without touching. Jim exhaled noisily, flopping backwards.
“Do you know that the Chancellor asked you about your relationship with me?”
“I recall,” Spock replied, also reclining, leaning on his elbow with his jaw in his palm. He desperately wanted to reach out with his free hand, but Jim was still vibrating with his roiling emotions and he dared not touch while there was a clear struggle to verbalize what was causing the turmoil.
“Do you recall how you answered?” Jim asked, glaring at him.
“Ah.” He recalled. He had answered honestly, explaining to the Chancellor that Jim was his captain and a treasured friend. He had not gone on to explain the full nature of their relationship - he had felt, at the time, that it was not the business of an unknown person to be made aware of the intimacies of their bond, especially when a lasting acquaintance was unlikely to be formed at this time. His regard for Jim was a private matter.
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,” Jim’s glare had softened minutely, and Spock took this as an invitation to finally make the physical contact he craved. He curled over Jim, allowing his free hand to slide around Jim’s neck, his fingertips splaying into the short hair at the base of Jim’s skull.
“Jim,” he said, “You are my friend.” He very briefly contemplated announcing that Jim was also his captain, which made him more than just a friend, but resisted the urge in favour of quickly reestablishing peace between them.
This was a wise decision on Spock’s part as Jim’s vexation melted away a moment later. Jim pouted, arching up for a kiss that Spock denied him, leaning away so he could look Jim in the eye properly.
“Yes,” he agreed, “you are more. You are beloved to me, Jim, and my friend. One does not negate the other.” He allowed the kiss now, if only for a moment, brief and chaste. “I apologize if you are distressed that I did not disclose as such to the Chancellor. Though, I had been under the impression that the planet’s relationship with the Federation is tenuous at best, and their culture greatly frowns upon emotional entanglements.”
Jim scoffed, the last of the tension finally bleeding away as he pressed his nose into the hollow of Spock’s throat. He murmured, “you are right, of course, but my feelings are still hurt.”
Spock could have laughed if he had allowed it; instead, he kissed the top of Jim’s head and rolled onto his back, pulling Jim onto his chest. He ran one hand down the line of Jim’s spine, settling into the small of his back. His other hand he brought up to tangle into Jim’s hair.
“You are entirely illogical,” he said fondly.
Jim hummed, mood fully placated, and he began kissing a line across Spock’s collarbone, tugging at his uniform and exposing skin. His mouth traveled up Spock’s neck, sucking a bruise into the tender spot beneath his earlobe. His hands were getting up to no good, working their way beneath the layers of clothing and sliding up Spock’s sides, eliciting a shiver in their wake. While entirely pleasurable, this was an action that would surely make them both late to report back to the Bridge - where the doctor would no doubt be pacing restlessly, eager to ensure Jim’s safety even after such a benign trip planetside.
“We are both needed back on the Bridge,” His voice was rough to his own ears, and Jim chuckled against his skin.
“I suppose,” came the reply, followed by a nip to his ear. Jim drew away and Spock was reluctant to loosen his hold on the Captain and allow him to leave the bed.
“Indeed,” Spock sat up. Jim leaned down to kiss him again, properly, until both of them were breathless and flushed.
“Come along, my friend,” Jim laughed into Spock’s mouth, “no doubt the admiralty will be calling in shortly for my report.”
#spirk#ficlet#apple writes#LOOK I DIDNT START TOO FAR AWAY FROM THE POINT#AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS ESTABLISHED#i considered making the prompt come from spock#but then i started to have too many ideas and i couldnt pick one#so i settled here.... yep.#<3#btsmee
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February 26: 2x08 I, Mudd
Finally getting to this week's episode of TOS.
I remembered I, Mudd being basically fun but not exactly my favorite, and that's still my feeling.
This is the angriest I've ever seen Spock. "Labels do not make arguments." And then how McCoy realizes as soon as he gives his impression of the android how badly he's fucked up but he just has to keep digging that hole.
McCoy commits a micro-aggression lol.
And when Spock talks about McCoy's "beads and rattles"--that voice is 100% the tone Vulcans used to use before they killed someone.
That android looks so familiar. I guess he's not actually a common ST actor but he looks a lot like the common ST background actors.
"Scotty, the intruder's in your area" while Scotty's already on the floor. He got the memo.
"Tell security we found the intruder." We know the situation isn't that serious because Kirk still has a sense of humor.
I like that Spock appreciates that the android doesn't refer to Spock as part of "humanity." And he's definitely interested in the android.
I feel like it shouldn't be this easy to get control of a Federation star ship. Like Mudd is NOT that smart.
I can't believe Spock's first instinct is to try to meld with the machine. Stop being such a slut, Spock.
"He appears to have turned himself off."
Right there on the bridge!! Where he just stands in front of the doorway for 4 days, the least convenient spot.
Kirk is so relaxed about this mission. The ship's been captured and is rigged to blow but oh well! "We're going on a trip." "A gracious invitation." It's like he can already sense this episode is going to be nonsense all the way down.
JAMIE. How dare??
The last time we saw Mudd, Kirk was volunteering to be a character witness for him. Oh where did it all go wrong?
Spock is "ill equipped to appreciate" the ladies. Makes him sound gay.
How much do I LOVE that the VULCANS caught Mudd? He tried to steal Vulcan IP and they didn't like that. I want to know everything about Vulcan society tbqh.
So gross how obvious it is that Mudd is fucking the androids.
The irony of Mudd's situation: a prisoner who can have whatever he wants, but still a prisoner.
Kirk is not amused by the sexist wife android.
This is basically What Are Little Girls Made Of? but like.. not as good.
Kirk doesn't like androids, clearly.
This whole bit about how Uhura could live forever in an android body... First, her interest in the pretty girl androids is very Gay. Second, interesting that this is appealing to her? Third, so this is Dollhouse but with androids. And finally... I feel like this is very not in keeping with the rest of the universe. Like nothing else they can do is on the level of making people immortal. It's such an outlier skill/offering.
Replacing the Enterprise crew with androids--Kirk doesn't like that.
Better than Leningrad...
I am intrigued by the concept that the androids both want to serve and want to study people. Like it does make sense, they can't serve if they don't understand, but it has just that little bit of subtle creepiness to it, which I appreciate.
Kirk cannot be bought. I love episodes where everyone else is, to some extent, tempted by something, like utopia or soft animals or android servants, and Kirk is just like "I'm already living my best life as Captain of the Enterprise so thanks but no thanks."
Spock stepping in to this conversation just reads to me like the smart kid in class waving his hand to answer a question. Like he was not involved in this but he hears a question and he must answer it. "I know what human unhappiness is!! I know!"
THE ENTERPRISE IS A BEAUTIFUL LADY AND WE LOVE HER.
There is nothing tougher to overcome than a sense of purpose. Love that line. Honestly, among other things, I think it describes Kirk and his heroism well. He has a sense of purpose!! And he cannot be swayed.
And now the androids are becoming more like the threatening robots you expect: humans are imperfect/flawed/lacking in logic, can't be trusted to roam free, but are easily pacified with baubles and shiny things, so the robots will make everything better by simply distracting them with whatever they might want, thus saving them, and the universe, from themselves. “You species needs our help…We shall take care of them You will be happy and controlled.”
I wonder a little bit if this is what happened to the Makers. Like, I know their official cause of death was Exploding Sun/old age…but as my mom pointed out, if the robots DO have the ability to grant immortality in the form of robot bodies, why didn’t the Makers take it? Because the robots made life boring?
Kirk admits to no longer be amused. Uh, yeah, this USED to be hilarious, but is it still hilarious? No.
Pointy-eared thinking machine. YOUR pointy-eared thinking machine, specifically.
Kirk and Spock are operating like a hive mind.
Spock would NEVER sell false patents to Amanda, she is awesome.
And now we’re officially in “Kirk versus the machine and Kirk wins” territory. I do like this type of narrative, so this isn’t a complaint.
Finally, he’s fully enjoying himself too.
I love the fake out with Uhura “betraying” them.
…Okay this is just wacky lol. That’s my only commentary.
Can you imagine the Vulcans seeing this? Not only are the humans acting strangely but SPOCK is too. He’s playing along with the fun and games! How weird of him.
And the head of the androids bites the dust, done in by the old “liar lies” conundrum.
The satisfaction Kirk gets from saying "I am not programmed to respond in that area."
And now he gets to listen to the soothing sounds of Bones and Spock gently mocking each other.
Some of Mudd’s androids have the same dresses as the women in Mudd’s Women.
Not super keen on Mudd's eternal punishment being having to live with many versions of his irritating wife.
And that was the ep. I don’t have much else to say about it. I think What Are Little Girls Made Of? did the androids who’ve outlived the civilization that made them concept a lot better, and overall, as far as sci fi narratives go, this ep didn’t contribute much of anything that hasn’t been said or done before. Not that every story has to be ground breaking, but I just mean, as a sci fi story, it wasn’t fantastic, and as a humorous story, it was… decent, but maybe not as much my thing? I don’t know. Surreal.
It does bother me that we never find out how Norman got on the Enterprise in the first place lol. Like, does Starfleet not have security measures? Can anyone with a uniform just beam right on?
Next ep is Metamorphosis, which, while it does have some uh problematic gender stuff, is also all about LOVE and has my favorite Kirk speech in it so it’s one of my faves.
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I’m dealing with a lot of emotional junk and this is just an absolute projection of all of that. It’s a wild fucking mess, my pals. But cathartic for me, so.
Still Star Trek, still Chekov, still very much on my Scotty/Chekov/Jaylah pairing - but this time with a bit of Spock thrown in.
JewishJanuary [ @jewishjanuary ], Day 3: Shabbat.
Where has this week vanished? Is it lost forever? Will I ever recover anything from it? The joy of life, the unexpected victory, the realized hope, the task accomplished? Will I ever be able to banish the memory of pain, the sting of defeat, the heaviness of boredom? On this day, let me keep for a while what must drift away. On this day, let me be free of the burdens that must return. On this day, Shabbat, abide. Let me learn to pause, if only for this day. Let me find peace on this day. Let me enter into a quiet world this day. On this day, Shabbat, abide.
Out of all 432 personnel on board, 34 cycled in and out of the designated Friday after-shift celebrations. It was the responsibility of the Alpha shift was to set up in Lieutenant Cohen’s small private room - one of the few to have their own room, for the sole reason of also being a designated rabbi for the ship - and they would light their own set of candles, sing their own set of songs, and feast until Beta shift. Beta shift would support the transition, resetting the room for their own after-shift celebration. Partway through the transition, Cohen would be tapped to take rest and bunk down in another’s room, a volunteered rotation schedule of its own. It was the responsibility of the Gamma shift to clean his room after their own designated celebration, ensuring whatever challah crumbs and wine stains were left spotless for the next day.
It was a challenge, given that very few of them shared the same backgrounds - not only differences among the Terran branches of Judaism, but the cultural changes that evolved in other species that encountered the religion, whether through marriage with Terran family members of their own or conversion after being introduced to it. It was a challenge, given that some kept kosher and some did not, and some had had to develop their own versions of kosher based on their own planetary and biological systems that were so very different from Earth. It was a challenge, but together, they somehow made it work.
He was supposed to be heading toward Cohen’s quarters, but instead found his feet wandering of their own accord down the other hallway, only a handful of steps behind his superior officer.
He had been working on and off with Spock for several weeks, picking up the ropes of science officer duties out of curiosity more than anything else. Working under Scotty two years prior had been quite an experience - and taking over for him had been a hell he wasn’t willing to go through again. And while Jaylah had gladly taken up the position of Scotty’s understudy, he wasn’t about to entice the possibility of being placed in such a role again. So instead, he shadowed Spock, watching and learning how to apply his knowledge in the sciences to the unknown - though usually, this just meant he was squared away with cataloguing and notetaking new findings, simple and tedious archival duties.
Yet it had been soothing, doing something so relatively mindless, after the larger fallout he had stepped into earlier in the week.
It was hard, feeling like a third wheel in his triumvirate. Jaylah, being Scotty’s understudy, spent almost all of her time at his side. Yet as navigator, he was holed up on the bridge, only seeing them on the off hours of their shifts. It had caused a streak of jealousy to grow, insidious and twisting as it rooted deeply into his heart. It squeezed around his ribcage, thudding relentlessly in his chest, and burst into the world as it poisoned his lungs and wormed its way through his tongue.
It had been the first time in a long time that he had had to retire to his own quarters and laid alone in a bed with nothing but his thoughts plaguing his mind.
“Is there a reason you are following me, Mr. Chekov?” Spock’s voice broke through his thoughts, nearly causing him to stumble into the man. They had stopped at the door of his room, and the Vulcan raised an eyebrow in wait for him to answer.
“Ah - yes, sir. If you - if it’s - I have a question.” It was a deeply personal question, and one he wondered if he should even ask. He looked at the wall across from them, hoping the shame he felt wasn’t visibly burning across his cheeks.
“And what is your question?”
A beat, a moment of silence, as he fidgeted and rocked on his heels.
“Could you - ah - would you - “ He paused again, frustration welling up at his nervousness. “I need help meditating.”
If Spock were more human, more emotional, Pavel was sure the stone faced expression would resemble something akin to shock. It was quickly overshadowed by a tilt of his chin, perhaps the most he would show of inquisitiveness.
“Come.” Spock opened the door to his quarters - dimmed and warm - and Pavel followed close behind.
Everyone’s quarters were relatively minimalistic, but he was admittedly a bit surprised by some of the more intimate touches in the room. A copy of Alice In Wonderland upon the nightstand, a picture of his family, most likely, perfectly aligned next to the computer terminal, with a 3 Dimensional chess set on the other side. A Vulcan lyre and bell set hung on the wall on either side of the bed, and something akin to a lirpa was set above it. A strange collection, to be sure.
“Sit.” Spock gestured to the two flat pillows he had pulled out from a drawer, placed on the empty floor space. Pavel did as told, picking the one furthest from Spock. He watched, entranced, as the Vulcan pulled out two candles from the same drawer, placing them on the small table at the foot of the bed.
“I believe you are more used to partaking in this with the others,” Spock stated, joining Pavel on the floor. “I prefer to do this before meditation, alone. But I will make an exception for tonight.”
He handed Pavel a match, nodding toward one of the candles. Together, they lit them, and once more Pavel was surprised, this time by Spock’s perfunctory use of Hebrew.
“I do not drink wine, or eat before meditation.” Pavel shrugged, still remaining quiet. Spock was not one to ignore such a thing, especially from one usually so energetic and animated. “I presume there is a reason you have asked for help in meditating, even going so far as to seek me during shabbat instead of joining the others.”
“Have you ever been jealous?” Pavel asked.
“Yes.” While Pavel knew Spock carried emotions, he did not expect him to be so upfront with them. “Perhaps not in the same way you understand it, but yes.”
“It is interfering with - everything,” he admitted, frustration seeping through his voice.
“It is easy to let emotions control you. It is harder to let them go.” Spock shifted. “Straighten your spine.”
Pavel did as told, and closed his eyes.
“Breathe deeply.” He did so, feeling his shoulders rise and relax.
“Think of an object.” He imagined the candles before him. They were plain white candles, nothing too particularly special. But he could see their flames in his mind: the thing bound wick, braided and twisted upwards, caught with the brilliant blue surplus of oxygen blending up into the dark crackling of yellow-orange carbon, reaching to the stars in a thin line of bright white molded by the convection of the flame.
“Begin to clear your mind of the details of the object. Shape the object into another object.” He tried to shift the flame, but only pictured it wavering. He squeezed his eyes, trying but unable.
“Now, think of your mind as a dilithium crystal. Concentration must be an intensive focus. Gather your energy, and direct it there. Gather your intelligence, and direct it there. Gather your emotions, and direct them there.” He wiped the candle from his mind, instead picturing dilithium. He could picture the pulsating light, surrounding the clear shard - transparent, like glass, glowing brightly. He imagined wrapping his energy into a tight ball of light, beaming it into the crystal as a transporter. He imagined compressing the books he had read into a line of data, beam it into the crystal as a transporter. And he imagined his hands, unwinding and unraveling that weed of jealousy entwined in his heart. He tried to trace his steps backwards, noting every moment of mistreatment, of coldhearted action, of glacial bitterness, sharp knives that cut a rift between himself and his partners, widening the divide into a gaping abyss as the roots creeped deeper, crushing as it became more rigid -
“Do not hold your thoughts - do not suppress them, or try to control them. Do not center yourself on these thoughts. Do not indulge in these thoughts. Do not suppress them. Observe them, watch them. Walk past them, and let them flow through you.” He imagined his hands dropping the vines, and the vines began to snake around him, choking him.
He opened his eyes, anger pulsing through his body.
“I cannot - “
“You can. Close your eyes and try again.” Spock sat silently beside him, simply waiting. Though his eyes were closed, it was as if he could sense what Pavel was doing. He was unmoving, like a statue - firm, solid, unwavering. Yet it was softer than his rigid jealousy - grounding, patient, safe. And so he tried again, imagining himself in the midst of the vines, lost and untied to anything but for the crystal in his hand.
“Label your thoughts gently.” He imagined thin strings dangling from the vines, small tags attached to their ends. It was reminiscent of the old antique stores of his hometown, small and dusty, with treasures stuffed away on the unreachable shelves of tucked away corners.
“Cut them off and return to yourself. Breathe.” He stood among the vines, holding a crystal as a knife, and slowly began razing the vines to the ground. Yet no matter how many he cut away, there were always more ready to take their place. It was never ending.
“Breathe.” He took in a deep breath, feeling his hands shake. “Listen. Heed what is in your heart. Accept what lies there.”
He stayed in that place, watching as the vines swayed. He breathed - in and out, listening to his heartbeat. He began to count each vine as a heartbeat - one, breathe in, two, breathe out - slowly walking among them.
“Listen. Heed what is in your heart. Accept what lies there.” He imagined himself holding the crystal - his focus, his center, all that he was gathered into a tiny shard - and imagined a spark of light, reconnecting to where it was meant to be. Down in the depths of the Enterprise, settled into the heart of the ship; the core of their world. It was not meant to be entrapped in this jungle of jealousy, but placed reverently into its holding, where it could use its energy instead of lying listlessly in the middle of nowhere. The thin spark of light pulsated through the vines, guiding him away.
“Walk past your thoughts, and let them flow through you.” He felt the vines fall away as he walked, the ground becoming solid steel as rafters and ladders and walkways sprung up: the engineering room rising before him. Jaylah and Scotty, waiting for him.
“Breathe, and open your eyes.”
His cheeks were damp, and he sniffed, not realizing that he had started to cry. Spock nodded in acknowledgement, the gazed back at the candles.
“Maintaining balance is difficult. In our line of work, we walk upon a narrow tightrope. But that is why we have shabbat: this is our moment of rest, to recenter ourselves on what matters most.” He stood up, and Pavel followed, unsure of what to do. “I would advise you to talk about your emotions with those who you feel such ways toward. As I have learned, open communication is key to maintaining relationships.”
“Thank you.” Pavel wavered, his body thrumming, wired to run back to Scotty’s quarters, to throw himself at Jaylah’s feet, to beg for forgiveness and understanding. But he did not wish to seem ungrateful. “I am - thank you.”
“What is, is. And in accepting that which is inevitable, one may find peace.” Spock placed his hands behind his back, stepping aside to leave room for Pavel to leave. “If you need future assistance in meditating, you know where to find me.”
Pavel nodded and took his leave.
As soon as the door zipped behind him, he sighed, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. He did not feel very changed, and yet - and yet he did not feel as burdened as before.
He did not run, as he had imagined, the buzzing feeling beneath his skin fading into a deep seated exhaustion. But he walked, determined, humbled, breathing deeply as he found his way to Scotty’s room, down towards the depths of the Enterprise herself. He carefully coded the entry panel, his hand steadier than his nerves. His mind felt detached; he knew his mistakes, and knew his atonement, and knew that he must press forward and try.
The door slid open, and he saw them, lounging as they compared notes on their pad systems. A tumultuous wave pressed deep within him, but it was no longer the icy spike stabbing through his very being. A promising sign.
They glanced up, Jaylah jumping to her feet to welcome him as Scotty scooted off the bed, hovering in uncertainty. It felt wrong and broken, as if he were stuck in an eternal maze of shattered mirrors and could only see distortions of himself, unable to reach back out to them. Tears began to well in his eyes, dripping despite his attempts to rein them in. His vision blurred, but he could feel their arms around him, and heard their soft murmurs as they led him to the bed.
It was okay to be wrong, for perfection was not an inevitability. It was okay to be broke, for broken things could be fixed and repurposed. He could pick up those shattered pieces of his life and find a way to put them back together - not as it had once been, perhaps, but still made whole once more. He was here, and he was still loved. And in that love, that quiet space between them -
In that love, he found peace.
#i wanted somewhere for spock to talk about himself and kirk being jewish#but that did not happen because i focused a lot on chekov#because this is my own way of dealing with shit and fuck everything else i guess#quote taken yet again from the reform siddur#i skipped day two because it's just being awkward and i guess this is what my mind wanted to work with instead#jewishjanuary20#star trek#spock#pavel chekov
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Mrs Kirk {Part 5}
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader (She/Her identifying)
Warning: Angst, hurt
Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits
Summary/request: You and Jim get married. Accidentally. On a new federation planet. Without knowing about it. Turns out its legally binding. Fuck.
Part 1 X, Part 2 X, Part 3 X, Part 4 X, Part 6 X
A week went by rather quickly. You learnt that Jim had a bad habit of leaving laundry on the floor, that he tried his best to get time free to have lunch with you where you’d discuss each other. He’d ask you questions about growing up and what books or movies you liked and take a genuine interest which was so strange at first. Originally it had felt a little bit like an interrogation, but that had gone away over the week and talking with him became almost natural.
He still called you Moonbeam.
You still shared a bed but each evening and each morning became more natural. Waking up to him had become a ritual, he was there and he would roll over when you tried to wake him up, he’d eventually get up and smile at you. On the odd occasion he’d be up before you, dressed and energetic, in some cases he tickled you awake and you claimed you hated him. More and more you fell asleep closer to each other, the gap between the two of you slowly closing until you fell asleep with an arm around your waist and your cheek pressed against his chest. It almost seemed normal until you started thinking about it too hard. Then you realised that this whole situation wasn’t really normal, but maybe that was okay.
Do things really need to be normal for them to be good and right?
A week in and a lot of the crew had grown used to the new development, while people were still curious they didn’t outright stare at you in the corridors nor did they make jokes or comments when you walked past. In general people had calmed down and it made things a lot less uncomfortable when you only had to deal with close friends asking questions and making comments.
You were sealing a wound shut on one of the newbies from engineering when Uhura walked in. You’d been friends with Nyota since the academy, having lived next to each other. Nyota had needed someone to vent to about Gaila and the men she brought back and you needed help with your xenolinguistics class so it worked out all in all and the two of you had grown close. You were still close, spending lunches and dinners together, shore leave was spent together in bars watching Chekov try and often fail at seducing people.
“I thought you were on shift?” You ask her, she’s usually on the bridge this time of day monitoring communications even if sometimes there’s nothing to monitor. You’d listened to enough rants about how boring it could get to know that it wasn’t quite as busy as the med bay was. At least you always had at least one injury or sickness to handle.
“We’re going on an away mission…I decided to come tell you because otherwise you’d worry.”
“I’ll worry anyway. Who’s going?” You finish with the red shirt, telling him he can leave and begin cleaning up the space where he’d been, remaking the medical bed. You know that certain people, Jim for example, always go on away missions and it worried you because Jim was notorious for getting hurt on every single one. To varying degrees. You know him now, he’s more than just your captain and you’re worried he might get himself killed for the second time.
“Myself, Spock, the Captain, a few of the security people, Leonard.”
“Which means I put you in charge of my med bay.” You watch Leonard leave his office, grumpy as per usual, phaser at his side. He hated away missions but he was also one of the most qualified doctors on the ship.
“The nurse? You do have other doctors here.”
“But I trust you. Also these lot are all bloodsucking bastards.”
“You should probably keep that opinion to yourself, Len.” You watch a few of the doctors’ glare at him due to his words. But agreed with him in a way. A lot of the doctors were very…stuck up. They cared more about getting people out of med bay then actually looking after them. Not all of them were bad, but then you supposed Leonard had a point in picking someone he trusted to boss everyone about in his absence.
“We have to go…I’ll see you at dinner?”
“Of course you will, Nyota.” She leaves first, long ponytail swinging behind. You’re sure she’s going along because of some communication issue, but that doesn’t mean that she’s entirely safe. It’s discomforting to think that she might not actually be there at dinner that rather she’d be in the med bay but you tell yourself it’s just that voice called fear talking and not rationality.
Leonard lingers a moment, an uncharacteristic softness to him, hand patting you on the shoulder, “I’ll make sure your husband doesn’t die.” It’s said as a joke, a quirk of a lip, a lifted eyebrow. But you know he knows you’re worried about Jim. You won’t admit it. You won’t admit that after just a week you’re terrified of him leaving…but he knows. You don’t need to say anything. Leonard always knew.
“Don’t die either, Len.”
“I’ll try not to, kid.” You hate when he calls you kid, but in that moment it’s a bittersweet sort of hate. The sort that reminds you that you’d miss it if he wasn’t there to call you that anymore.
Watching people walk away is hard. Part of you is glad Jim didn’t come to say goodbye to you. Not sure you could watch another person walk away into uncertainty. It also means you can trick yourself into believing that he didn’t say goodbye because he knew nothing would happen, because the away mission would be simple and harmless.
You tried to distract yourself while they were gone, spending time reorganising supplies, caring for Engineers who’d hurt themselves…but there was always an awareness in the back of your mind that they were all down on a planet where they could get hurt. It bothered you, you realised, not just because you had friends down there, but because you had Jim down there.
It was something you’d been attempting to ignore. To put off thinking about but with the med bay quiet and with worry niggling at you it was becoming harder to ignore. You’d always been attracted to Jim, in the academy he’d been unattainable and beautiful, once he became captain it only increased. But the past week…had made you attracted to him in a different regard. He wasn’t just physically beautiful; he was kind and silly and fun…he was dreadfully intelligent and could be irritating as well. You knew it had started to go past base attraction. You liked him. You didn’t want to admit how much but you liked him.
You liked how warm he was. You liked how comforting sleeping in the same bed with him is. You liked how much respect he had for you and everyone. You liked that he called you Moonbeam and that he wanted to give this marriage thing ago. You liked how blue his eyes were. You liked the way his hair fell in his face. You liked when he talked about himself and told you stories or discussed xenoanthropology with you. You liked him. More than you’d admit it.
It wasn’t just friendly admiration…you knew that. It was the warmth in your chest, those moments of pure affection you felt for him. It was something much more romantic…if not dissimilar. It was more than a little terrifying to be married to someone you’d started to fall for and had no idea of knowing if that person felt the same.
Your comm rang out and you grabbed, “Y/L/N, here” You could hear phaser fire and the sound of running feet through what sounded like foliage.
“Kid! Get the med bay ready!”
“What happened?!” You turn to tell junior nurses and the doctors to prep for whatever might come through those doors. It wasn’t the first time you’d been in the med bay during an emergency but every time was just as nerve wrecking as the last. That jolt of adrenaline at knowing someone needed your help, the adrenaline that had kept you on your feet for 24 hours once during an outbreak of the flu.
“It’s Jim.” You don’t need to hear any more than that, you can’t hear any more than that. It’s like you’re underwater for a moment, the panic dulling the sounds you hear and it takes a nurse bumping into you for you to come to your sense and begin helping despite not knowing what Leonard would need, what was wrong with Jim.
You swear your heart stops when he comes through the doors on a stretcher, he’s conscious you can see that but he’s barely aware and what awareness he has seems to be panic. He is bloodied and hurt and you try not to look at the wounds as you help Leonard get him onto a medical bed.
“Moonbeam…” A weak hand grabs your uniform as you turn to call out to a nurse standing nearby. He’s grasping it so weakly that you could ignore it, but you don’t. He’s blinking up at you barely aware of his surroundings and you for go your job to grasp that hand with your own and stand by his head.
“Leonard?”
“You keep him calm and I’ll fix him up, kid.” He flickers a glance up at you before returning to his work.
You feel your stomach turn as you look at the blood, the open wounds across his torso, before you look away and focus on his face. Your free hand pushing hair from his face and gently moving the back of your hand across his cheek, calming, soothing. He can’t go into shock you realise and the thought that he could terrifies you.
“I’m right here, James…I’m not going anywhere.” You weren’t. You weren’t. Fear wouldn’t let you leave him. Wouldn’t let you move. A week and he’d captured you in his net and that thought that he might let you go by leaving hurt so badly.
#Mrs Kirk#readerinsert#reader insert#star trek#star trek reader insert#jim kirkxreader#jim kirk x reader#jim kirk/reader#jim kirk / reader#james kirkxreader#james kirk x reader#james kirk / reader#james kirk/reader
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All That Remains, Chapter 4 The Blame Game
rating: teen
characters/pairings: Iris West, Cisco Ramone, Caitlin Snow, Francine West, WestAllen
warnings: language
summary: Iris West pops off.
beta: asexual-fandom-queen
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
notes: see end of chapter
Fanfiction.net link
Chapter 4 The Blame Game
There was always a certain amount of warmth and cheer at a wake. In spite of the circumstances friends, family and loved ones were together sharing a meal and memories, and people felt a certain tenderness. Barry's maternal aunts, Brittany and Jeanette, a number of her cousins, and of course Barry's coworkers had all sought her out offering condolences, hugs, handshakes. All of them giving comfort and support.
At least the random people who must've come to the burial for The Flash hadn't come here to convey their sorrows as well.
She couldn't have taken it, stranger, after stranger, shaking her hand, saying how sorry they were, observing her grief. It wasn't like their condolences would bring him back.It was too much. The nauseating smell of the food, people wanting to talk to her about Barry. Between the church and cemetery, Iris was drained and exhausted.
Watching them lower Barry's casket into the earth she had been seized by a sudden desire to throw herself in. Iris had found that writing part of her brain that was always wondering asking questions. Had Shakespeare felt that way upon losing some loved one and so Hamlet acted out that desire? She understood it. It had seemed like madness in that moment to let them bury Barry, to hide him away from the world. Seemed like madness that this was simply it that there was nothing more to do.
He was the Flash, after all, it didn't seem possible that he could have just died in a house fire. She had wanted to fight suddenly to win him back from...death? But death was not a force to be fought.
Instead, she found herself hiding in her childhood bedroom, while friends and family filled her parent's house.
There was a floor to ceiling bookcase with all of her favorite books, an old Destiny's child poster on the wall along with Rhiana, Kanye West, and The Jonas brothers. Her white writing desk and composition books filled with her teenaged musings were still in place.
The old bed sagged a bit under her weight, but she stayed there, staring up at a universe of glow in the dark stickers decorated the ceiling. Barry had hung them for her nearly a decade ago.
Memories jumped out at her in this room, but no tears came, no overwhelming sense of sadness. Numb wasn't exactly what she felt. Drained, wrung out would be more appropriate, but so impossibly heavy.Memories jumped out at her in this room, but no tears came, no overwhelming sense of sadness. Numb wasn't exactly what she felt. Drained, wrung out would be more appropriate, but so impossibly heavy.
"Iris." Her mother's voice was accompanied by a knock.
"Come in mom."
Iris sat up as the door opened drawing her knees to her chest and tucking her arms beneath her thighs.
Her mom's entry was accompanied by the warm, rich scent of soup filling the air and Iris felt both hunger and nausea stir.
"I brought you something to eat."
"I feel sick."
"I know, but that's because you haven't been eating. You have to eat."
'Not true. I could waste away.'
"Try just a little, okay sweetheart."
Iris looked at her mother's face, saw pleading in her dark eyes and the heavy circles underneath them, noted the way her mother gripped the tray with tightly in her fists. Francine and Barry had been very close. Barry had needed a mother during the year and a half he'd lived with them, and Francine had been happy to fill in. That was what Francine did, throw herself into the lives of others, a way to hide from her own suffering. Her father had once called it an addiction.
Iris straightened her legs and let Francine settle the tray across her lap.
It was just a bowl of plain, clear broth, probably chicken. Iris took a cautious sip expecting she'd retch it back up immediately. Instead, warmth spread through her, soothing her raw aching throat and stirring an almost instant and ravenous hunger. She ate spoonful after spoonful, lifting the bowl to her lips at the end to drink the last drop.
"I guess I was hungry."
Francine smiled, and Iris' stomach rumbled.
"I'm still hungry."
"I'll go make you a plate."
"Thanks, mom."
Francine wasn't gone long before there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Caitlin and Cisco."
Iris frowned she'd wanted to be alone.
"Come on in."
The door opened, and Caitlin sidled in followed by Cisco. She'd seen them both at the church, dressed appropriately in black Caitlin's doe eyes dull and distant, marked by a mash of bluish circle hiding beneath face powder. Cisco's expression was grim, dampened as if a great weight sat on his shoulders.
Cisco strode in a determined look on his face and sat down across from her on the love seat. Caitlin stood a moment wringing her hands before joining him.
"Listen, Iris," Cisco leaned toward her. "Barry became my best friend over the past two years, not because he was the Flash but because he was a good man, a great man. I loved him-"
"We loved him," Caitlin put in.
"Yeah and we just want to extend that friendship to you. If you need anything, anything at all we want to support you, be there for you ok?"
"You know-" Iris could hear the tremor in her voice as she spoke. "I keep trying to understand- I can't stop thinking about it. Like how could someone with Barry's powers die in a house fire? He was so fast." Iris bit her lip and blinked back tears. "I studied The Flash. I don't get it. I need to understand."
Caitlin glanced at Cisco who nodded. She took a deep breath before speaking.
"He was using a sedative." Caitlin's words were a whisper.
"A sedative?" Iris felt a sudden twisting dread in her stomach.
"Barry has-" The geneticist took a deep breath "Had a very high metabolism being a speedster."
She nodded, remembering just how much Barry could eat in a sitting.
"His cells were also in a state of constant regeneration so he healed really fast and could take a lot of punishment."
Iris flinched at the thought of Barry, her Barry being hurt.
"He got into a lot of fights as The Flash, he would heal fast even from serious injuries, but he was often in a lot of pain." Caitlin's voice shook as she spoke, hands twisting in her lap.
"I synthesized a pain medication for him-"
"-You synthesized a medication for him?"
"Y-yes. It -um, also served as a sedative." The final words came out in a whispered rush. "Something to let him sleep through the healing process. Something that wouldn't be processed as quickly by his metabolism. That medication was in his system at the time of death."
Caitlin finished her explanation eyes trained on her lap.
"So this is your fault."
The other woman looked up eyes flooded with guilty tears, lips twisted and Iris nodded as realization dawned on her. She'd known from the beginning that Barry would have needed help to die in that fire.
"It is. He wouldn't have been sleeping if you hadn't drugged him?"
"You can't blame Caitlin-"
"-Shut-up Cisco! If you really cared about Barry, you wouldn't be defending her."
"Barry was my friend, and I cared about him too," Caitlin insisted.
With that one phrase, something in her broke. Iris sat up straight, and some vicious, savage part of her that she'd never known existed until Barry's death stirred, surging, urging her to yell, scream, slap Caitlin Snow's face until it glowed red and it must have shown on her face. Cisco and Caitlin drew back.
“You didn’t care about him at all!”
Iris screamed and leaped to her feet, skin hot with rage, vision fuzzy, body trembling with it. The tears and anger that had disappeared before returned surging. When the pair on the couch sat staring at her Iris felt her anger surge into rage as stars shot across her vision. The pair on the couch got to their feet, and Cisco imposed himself between the two women.
"You're protecting her?"
"Iris, you need to calm down," Caitlin's voice was calm, professional and it only angered her more.
"You frigid, fucking bitch you never cared. It's your fault my fiance is dead. My best friend is dead! The person I loved more than anyone in the whole world is gone because you and you want me to believe you cared.” Iris shoved Cisco out of her way with all her strength. “You killed him!" The final words came out in a shriek, and she flew at Caitlin determined to drive her from the room, from the house. She didn't belong here-
-And suddenly it was hard to breathe. Iris staggered, her vision blurred and the world went black.
A/N- You can faint from anger. If you’re exhausted like Iris and your body is too weak to sustain the emotion you will pass out. Also I’m kinda proud of this chapter that scene with Iris at the end was a lot of work, asexual-fandom-queen is a great beta.
Hope you all enjoyed chapter four. Chapter five will be up soon. Please feel free to comment, shoot me an instant message me or inbox me.
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August 13: 1x10 The Corbomite Maneuver
So I watched The Corbomite Maneuver with my mom and B together today. It was interesting... Tbh I would almost rather watch each ep twice with each of them alone but I figure there’s no non-rude way to say that lol.
At any rate this is one of my favorite episodes. Heck I should just rewatch it by myself lol.
Bailey’s out here in the wilds of undiscovered space ad he’s complaining lol, way to make a first impression.
Spock’s so intense in this early episodes. He likes to raise his voice a lot.
Oh no, it’s.... a windows screen saver!
That sounds mocking but I love the little floating space buoy.
Uh, Sulu, steer around it.
Spock: “Lol why are you yelling??”
Spock in the Captain’s chair: hot.
Kirk working up a sweat: also hot.
Pre-Chekov, the Navigator seat was definitely cursed.
Love how Kirk doesn’t even bother to put his shirt on when he walks out of medbay. Such gratuitous nudity.
McCoy and Kirk are so good in this episode. I feel like people put too much emphasis on McCoy’s grumpiness--he is and you can see that, but he’s also rather sweet and funny. “I’m a doctor, not a moon shuttle conductor.” “I’m going to start talking to myself.”
Kirk walking through the hallways: Lady Gaga plays over the PA system.
(This is a walk walk fashion baby reference.)
Is changing first really necessary? This is an emergency situation.
But of course he doesn’t bother to totally put on the shirt before he calls Spock.
“Have you considered getting your adrenaline gland removed?” At least Sulu appreciate Spock’s humor.
Scotty: I don’t know what’s going on here. And that’s my report.
“I’ll take that into consideration... when this becomes a democracy.”
Twenty-fourth century staff meetings: still a drag! Sulu literally falling asleep at the desk.
“And you don’t recommend sticking around.” Come on guys, laugh at the Captain’s joke! (He’s such a nerd omg.)
The infamous Emotional Security Scene... Honestly Spock don’t you know the main job of a First Officer is to provide emotional security?
Also they’re in love just fyi.
“Gentleman, do your homework, or I shall send you to your rooms.”
He demands the best from everyone but no one more than himself!!!
If Bailey was promoted too fast then how did 22 year old Ensign Chekov end up with the navigator position?
GREEN LEAVES? FOR A MEAL?
Lbr a male yeoman would be no easier for Confirmed Bisexual Captain Kirk.
A red alert! Excellent excuse to abandon the salad.
I gotta say I still don’t know what that big-ass ball is? A planet? A ship? A space station? I think a space station. Anyway it looks too much like a virus for me.
Kirk introducing the Enterprise as an Earth vessel... ah the good UESPA days.
I adore this Kirk speech. It’s really the essence of Star Trek to me. The core of the utopian vision of traveling out into the unknown with good intentions and goodwill and optimism and hope. We want to meet new beings and make new friends. And when we have misunderstandings, we continue to believe that our core good faith will be reciprocated. I’ve just been really disheartened by all the bad faith in the world, and it makes me value good faith more and that’s what Kirk and the Enterprise crew always had, and it’s so soothing.
Also this is the speech Simon P/gg literally just wholesale stole from so there is that.
Sulu out here doing two jobs because Bailey’s asleep at the wheel.
Well at least Spock’s enjoying himself, learning new things.
Bailey, go to your room.
“Jim, it’s time for my allotted single use of your first name.”
This is another good K/S moment though!! Their connection! That “I’m sor--” Fuck that’s good shit.
Bones, breaking out the threat of making notations in the official record again. That really is his main weapon and I love that.
“Bones, you’ve given me a great idea--poker!” Kirk’s so smart. I love him so much. I don’t have anything deep to say I just adore him.
WHAT
WHAT
I COMPLETELY FORGOT THIS WAS IN HERE. RANDOM SAREK REFERENCE I’M???
Like.... my mom and I are still talking about this. He’s just gonna interrupt the crisis to be like “hey this random alien reminds me of my father, who was also distant and authoritarian and a little scary but whose approval I desperately seek to this day.” And everyone’s like “weird?” and Spock’s like “my dad’s great though even though I haven’t spoken to him in nearly twenty years.”
Did Sulu set that countdown up himself?
More K/S flirting. “You interested in poker, Mr. Spock? I’d.... love to teach it to you.”
A great Sulu expression there.
Kirk’s really having fun now. At least he and Spock are having a good day.
“I hope I’ve satisfied your curiosity, SPOCK.”
Janice is so underrated. Using a phaser to make coffee.
Scotty just wants a BREAK lol, give him and the ship some REST.
Another thing I love about Kirk is that he never hesitates to do whatever he has to do to save other beings. Ever. There is no question that if the alien is in distress, he’s going to save the alien. And Spock seems kinda surprised at this but like he really shouldn’t be? He is himself a pacifist who cares deeply about protecting life.
Taking Dr. McCoy to take care of the aliens and Baily to learn some stuff.
“Captain, permission to--” “Denied.” Wow, rude.
Spock just wants to see the aliens.
“I need you here” tho??
This is one of the few times they actually discussed what they were beaming into lol.
Lol @ McCoy not feeling adventurous.
What a decadent little alien.
I’d actually forgotten about the puppet face... I’d only remembered what the real alien looked like, not that he had a fake persona. I find it a little weird that he thought he knew enough about humans to know what they would find scary or not--I guess he might have been able to tell by looking at them when they did get their connection going, that they were much bigger than he was, at least.
Spock would have LOVED this opportunity to check out the alien ship.
I love the ultimate Lesson of the ep but I also can’t BELIEVE Kirk is out here just giving away Starfleet officers.
So... I get that the distress call was fake because he wanted to test them--a test Kirk passed EASILY btw--but was the rest of it real? Did he really take offense at their destruction of the buoy? What is the point of the buoy? (Because it really did seem designed to keep people away.) Was he really going to kill them, or take them prisoner? Is the First Federation real?
Like many other Star Trek episodes, it leaves a lot of questions for further consideration.
I like to think the First Federation is real and that Balok was just on the outer edges of THEIR space (hence why he’s all alone) and that eventually the First Federation and the United Federation become friends, perhaps with Bailey as Ambassador.
Also it’s way too late and I’m still hungry and so I can’t really unpack this but...there’s also the whole question of how Kirk sees himself in Bailey. I mean there’s a lot to contemplate in that. I didn’t think Bailey was all that tbqh and he also wasn’t what I picture young Kirk to be (not nerdy enough) but he was obviously included to give us yet another aspect of the Captain, in what my mom rightfully pointed out was his big introduction (considering this is literally ep 2 in production order).
Next up: The Menagerie Part One! Some good old Pike action.
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