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Together we are strong 🖖🏼✨️💙
I just wanted to draw them 😔 ugh i love their relationship
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A couple days ago that post was going around about that scene in TOS where Spock breaks down and cries after being hit with a virus that limits his ability to control his emotions in The Naked Time. It's a famous performance, one that I think works even better on a rewatch with a stronger understanding of Spock's character (or, rather, what his character will become). The rarity of those tears, the rawness of the performance, the power of it all makes it stand out as something really powerful.
I cordially dislike many of the choices Strange New Worlds makes for a variety of reasons, but perhaps one of the most potent is how often Spock cries, how often Spock is emotional, and more than anything its unspoken belief that the human side of Spock is the only valid side. This has long been a tension in Trek: more than any other race besides the Borg, Vulcans are often presented not as different but wrong. Humans needle Vulcans to' be emotional' in a way they don't, say, needle Klingons to be pacifists, or needle Benzites to breathe oxygen. Star Trek Enterprise was really the original sinner here, especially given that—due to clumsy writing and a particular beefy American arrogance on the part of one J. Archer—the Vulcans are repeatedly shown to be completely correct that humans are not ready for space travel. And yet their entire philosophy is sneered at, treated as an aberration of values. The Abrams movies picked up this baton: Spock could only show he loved Kirk by screaming with rage and trying to beat a man to death with his bare hands. Vulcans as Vulcans, as an alexithymia-adjacent species, were always in the wrong, always assholes, the very idea of being un- or under- emotional presented as contemptuous. Freakish. Discovery continued this trend: raised-by-Vulacans Michael Burnham is unrecognizable within a few seasons as she has seemly disposed of the entirety of any Vulcan nature she once possessed.
Discovery has to do this because much (not all, but much) of modern Trek relies heavily on pure, unrestrained emotional catharsis for its story beats. Many episodes lack much internal logic or clever plotting:the act breaks all lead to emotive moments and then swing to the next, so that by the end of an episode you're ready to tweet about all the emotions you and the character had—regardless of whether or not those emotions made any sense, or actively undermined the characterization. Perhaps no one is more damaged by this in modern Trek than Spock, who—like my anxious cat—is permanently a single overheard harsh syllable away from some kind of openly emotive reaction. Vulcans have emotions, Spock has emotions, but their central conceit is the way in which they are not ruled by them. In a storytelling world, however, in which being ruled by emotion is equated with being relatable to an audience, Vulcans aren't just different from humans, they're wrong. And so Spock's Vulcan side must constantly be rejected, first Discovery and then SNW: if he's not emoting, then he's not relatable, then he's being wrong, so Spock must sigh, Spock must cry, Spock must constantly wander around looking like a kicked puppy.
It doesn't drain the power of Nimoy and that scene for the Naked Time. But it does fail, utterly, to comprehend it.
#Spock#Leonard Nimoy#Strange New Worlds#Vulcans#alexithymia#STD#Star Trek Discovery#michael burnham#SNW#Star Trek
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What a saga that was
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Mirror Universe costumes from "Discovery."
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‘Can we talk about how forgotten save the date is? I LOVED that book’
POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!
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Student 1: What do codyloma acuminatum smell like?
Student 2: I have no idea, thank goodness.
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Consequences Part Five(end)
RPF
Warnings: Talk of Cheating, STD, HIV, Angst, Language, Medical Setting, Shot/Injection
Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader
Pairings: Timothee Chalamet x Reader
Word Count: 1,795
Part Four
You were sitting in the familiar office again, the smell of antiseptic thick in the air. Timothee squeezed your hand between his as his leg bounced with anxiety. You squeezed his hand between your two and he looked over at you.
“It’s gonna be okay.” You tell him with an assuring smile.
He gives a tight lipped smile back to you. His brow was pulled together with concern as you watched him take a visible deep breath. He looks down at his hand sitting in your lap, wrapped between yours. You could feel the anxiousness through him.
“You-” He looks up to you, nibbling his lower lip. “You’ll love me the same?” He struggled to keep his eyes on yours. “Won’t you?”
“Oh Timmy!” You slip your hand behind his neck and pull him to you, his forehead resting on yours. “I am not going anywhere.” You press a kiss to his forehead. “If you have this, we will figure things out.” You lift your head, making sure he is looking at you. “They have made so many advancements in the medical field when it comes to HIV.” You reached, fixing his t-shirt collar that was bunched up. “I’ve done my research.” You tap the underneath of his chin. “Now, they can take your sperm and my egg and fertilize it, then implant it in my uterus and voila, baby Chalamet. No infection passed.”
“Really?” His face softened. “They can do that?! You won’t get infected? What about the baby?”
“They learned that the infection only gets passed through the mother. So I would have to have it to pass it to the baby. You can’t pass it to the baby that way.”
“So we can still have a family?!” His voice sounded so hopeful as he said this, your heart broke and swelled at the same time.
The door opened and you both looked up at the doctor as he walked in. Timothee’s hand gripped your hand tightly. You soothingly rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb. He swallowed hard as the doctor rounded his desk.
“Hello, Timothee. Y/N.” He gave a polite nod in your direction and you returned the gesture. He sits behind his desk and looks at Timothee, clearing his throat. “I have good news and bad news, Timothee.”
“O-okay.” He looks to you then to the doctor as if making sure you were still there..
“But the bad news is actually good news.” The doctor continues, opening the folder in front of him.
“What? What do you mean?” You ask with the shake of your head.
The doctor looks at Timothee. “Tim, you don’t have HIV.”
The relief that went through Timothee was seen and heard with the exhale of the breath he was holding. Tears were filling his eyes as he looked at you.
“But,” The doctor spoke and you and Timothee looked back at him. “You do have syphilis.”
“What?!” You both say in unison.
“A pretty advanced case, actually.” The doctor added.
“I- I don’t understand.” Timothee shook his head. “Syphilis? I don't have any symptoms of syphilis.”
“As I said, yours is pretty advanced. You’ve had it for a while, so you wouldn’t have symptoms now. You have three stages of syphilis.” The doctor began to explain, you and Timothee listening carefully. “First stage symptom would have been enlarged lymph nodes near the groin. Small, painless sores on the skin, sometimes in the mouth or sore throat. Second stage, where you are, would be small, reddish-brown sores on the skin, sores in the mouth, vagina, or anus, fever, swollen lymph glands, weight loss, hair loss, headache and muscle aches, extreme tiredness.”
“So me being so worn down wasn’t from over working?” He asked the doctor.
“That didn’t help.” The doctor explained. “This explains your earlier results and your white blood cell counts as well.”
“So you are saying when I had sore throats and what I thought were ulcers in my mouth from too much spicy food, it was syphilis?”
“More likely than not, yes.” The doctor answered bluntly.
“And he’s been having this for how long?” You ask, looking at the doctor in disbelief.
“Hard to say how long exactly, but like I said, he is in stage two of the infection so it's been awhile.”
“Like four years ago, maybe?” You ask again.
“With these levels,” The doctor nods. “And lack of symptoms, currently, yeah.” Timothee looks back at you with guilt all over his face knowing exactly when and who he contracted it from.. “You are lucky we caught this now.” The doctor continued. “In stage three of this infection, after so many years and prolonged infection you end up with organ damage and some people have died from this.”
“What do we do now?” You look to the doctor. “How do we find out if there is damage and how do we treat it? How do we get him healthy again?”
“Luckily,” The doctor stands, walking to the opposite side of his office. “Treatment is very simple.” He grabs a pair of white gloves, slipping them on. “One injection of long-acting Benzathine penicillin G, in your buttock will cure you.” The doctor Grabs a syringe and a vial of meds. “Do you want her to step out?”
“That’s it?” Timothee asks, turning in his chair to face the doctor. “One shot and I’m cured?”
“That’s it. You will have to hold off on unprotected sex for a few weeks, but yes.” The doctor smiles at Timothee. “That’s it.”
“Hell yes!” Timothee stands, unbuckling his belt and jeans.
You grimace when the doctor injects him, seeing the clear discomfort of his face. “You okay?”
“The burn in my ass cheek is worth it knowing I didn’t fuck up everything.” Timothee tells you with soft features and relief in his eyes.
“Make an appointment with the front desk to come back in a few weeks for recheck and again in three months to repeat blood tests.” The doctor tells Timothee before he walks out.
Timothee is quiet on the drive home. You can tell his butt is sore from the shot, which the doctor said was normal. You were making his favorite lasagna for dinner when he walked through the front door. “Hey, love.” You smiled up at him. “I was just about to text you and tell you dinner was in the oven.” You shut the oven.
Timothee walks over to you and grabs you by the waist, kissing you deeply. Your rear hits the counter as you place one hand on the counter top to catch yourself and the other on his face. He has not kissed you this intimately since the night he left to go to that after party.
You bring your other hand to his face as you let him kiss your lips hungrily. “Marry me.” He whispers over your lips.
“What?” You pull away.
He backs away with his brow pulled together in worry. “I mean- I-” He shoves his hands in his pocket. “Fuck, that wasn’t supposed to come out like that.” He pushes his hair from his face, turning around. He walks away a bit then turns back to you. You’re standing there in complete confusion and shock.
“Did you just ask me to marry you by mistake?”
“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” Timothee says as the frustration sinks into him deeper. “I- damn it. Okay, let me try this again.” He runs his hands across his face in agitation.
You grab his hands. “Baby,” He looks at you. “Breathe.” You watch him take a deep breath. “Okay now start from the beginning.” You push his hair from his face with a soft smile.
“I love you.” He says softly.
“I love you, too, baby.” You stroke his cheek.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Tim-”
“No,” He takes your hands. “Listen.” He pulls you to the living room and sits you down on the couch. “Just listen, please.” You close your mouth and nod, letting him speak. “I don’t deserve you because I disrespected you and broke your heart when I cheated. I remember when we started dating you said the one thing you don’t forgive is cheating. That it was a deal breaker for you.” He took another breath. “And yet, you were gracious enough to forgive me. To give me another chance. A chance I don’t deserve. Then you stood by me through something that most would walk away from.” His eyes began to fill with tears but he blinked them away. “I know how much I’ve messed up and how much it took for you to keep loving me. I’m- i’m not blind to how I’ve hurt you. And for you to go through that hurt alone,” He shook his head. “I am so fucking sorry, baby.”
“I know, baby.” You gently stroke his cheek with your thumb. “I know you, Timmy. I know you well enough to know you made a mistake.”
“And I am so grateful for that love.” He takes your hand and kisses your palm. “It made me realize that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That you are it for me. I thought I knew it before but now I have no doubt that you are meant to be my wife.” He looks you deep in the eyes as you try your damndest not to cry. “I’ve been looking at rings and trying to find the right time to ask. But when I walked in and saw you and- and kissed you it just-”
“Came out.” You finished with a chuckle. “You could never keep a secret, Timmy.” He laughed, looking at your hands in his. “This is as good a time as any.”
“What? To propose?” He gives a head tilt. “Without a ring?”
“No,” You chuckle. “To tell you I’m pregnant.”
“What?!” His eyes are huge.
“I- I uh- didn’t go to the doctor to get retested a few weeks ago. It was to verify a pregnancy.” You stand going to the drawer, pulling out an ultrasound picture.
Timothee takes the photos in his hand. “I- I don’t understand.”
“That night in Paris a few days before you found out.” You explain.
“You knew this whole time?” He looks up at you.
“No. I started feeling sick about two weeks ago. I thought my missed period was stress. I was too early to read in blood work. If I would have waited a week, it would have shown up.”
“So you are telling me that the quickie in the hotel room the night before the showcase?”
You nod with a giggle. “Yeah.” You push his hair from his face. “Not all consequences are bad.”
#Timothee Chalamet#Timothée#timothee chalamet x reader#timothee x readeer#RPF#Consequences#Part 5#Part Five#HIV#STD#Angst#Language#Shots#Injections#Medical Settings#reader insert
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Wait, hold on a sec. This makes me wanna cry. Yep i'm crying.
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I'm curious, with all of the partners you've had, how do you protect yourself from disease?
I use condoms most of the time, it's just safer. Any time I have had sex spontaneously with a random man then I am running the risk, but I guess if he was clean and so was I then there was no worry. Most non condom sex is preplanned and I know they are clean or a steady relationship etc. But raw is always a risk, I've been lucky, but condoms are best way to be sure
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This is the COVID fever fiction
I found it interesting it was never talked about the Mickey fucked Byron. Not sure this is a fix it story. Maybe the story of Gallavich dealing with hard issues without fleeing or fists. A call from Byron creates a huge wound between the husbands.
Ian was already heading for a low. This news and medication interruptions cause a painful hallucination .
There is some true heart ache and fear about their relationship. But what is more beautiful is how they work to move past it.
Trigger , brief discussion of a Mickey with Byron .
Low episode with hallucinations .
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