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tpol-is-so-freaking-cute · 27 days

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#my favourite emotionally dysfunctional baby.#t'pol #star trek

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@followersarepeopletoo, you inspired me!

As so frequently happens, it started out silly and got Feelings™️

“I don't have time for this!” Trip groaned, trying to sit up. But T'Pol's hand remained firmly placed on the center of his chest, and there wasn’t much he could do about that.

“You are to take your antivirals and rest,” she told him.

“I'm not even that sick!” he groused, and would have sounded convincing, if he hadn’t immediately needed to cough. She raised an eyebrow, lifting her hand to let the fit ease. He gave her a defeated look, flopping his head back on the pillow irritably. She watched his display of ill temper impassively.

“It is remarkable how adept the human rhinovirus is adapting itself to even the most modern treatment protocols,” she remarked. He blew his nose, looking martyred.

“Glad you're enjoyin' the show.”

“You are well aware that I am not. I simply find it scientifically noteworthy that even with antivirals, you likely still experience symptoms for the next twenty-four to thirty hours.”

He moved his shoulders slightly. “I remember my granddaddy telling us that when he was a kid, all you could do for a cold was ride it out.”

“Why is it called a cold?”

“That’s an excellent question,” he said. ‘I have no idea.” He accepted the antiviral pills from her, knocking them back with a drink of water, and coughed again. “Still…better a good ole rhinovirus than some silicon thing.”

A veil seemed to slip over T'Pol's expression, like thin cloud over the stars. Trip wasn’t so distracted by his stuffy nose that he didn’t see.

“Should I not have said that?” he asked.

“I understand that making light of that incident may be…helpful to you,” she replied.

“But?”

She was silent for a moment, then swallowed, and said, softly, “From the bridge I…I watched your vital signs diminish. I watched you die.”

“T’Pol…”

“And it occurred to me to that I had never told you that I found your presence in my life to be…a necessity. But when you recovered, and I had the opportunity…I did not take it.”

He reached for her hand, brushing his thumb over the backs of her fingers. “We both let a lot of opportunities pass us by. But at least we've gotten better about that.”

“Indeed.” She combed his hair back from his forehead with the fingers of her free hand, then cleared her throat. “I believe orange juice and chicken soup are typically offered to the sick?”

He smiled, and blew his nose again. “Typically,” he confirmed. “And if you're offerin', I’d be grateful.”

“There is no need for gratitude,” she said solemnly. “You are my mate. It is my responsibility to see that you are cared for.”

He wanted to tease her, to tell her she was adorable when she was serious like that, but it had felt awfully good when she stroked his hair like that, and chicken soup and orange juice sounded divine. So he just smiled at her. “Sounds good to me."

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Vulcan/Andorian face-off.

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→ based on family home from vacation (1930)

#woahhhaaa!!

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🙅🏼‍♀️Trekkies against TATV !!🙅🏼‍♀️

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Rizz ‘em, babe ✨

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A little bit of Trip/T'Pol sweetness to start the week.

T'Pol lay in her bunk, staring upwards with sleepless eyes. Rest taunted her, hovering spitefully just out of reach, and she could not be sure why. Nothing was out of the ordinary. It had been a perfectly routine day. She had meditated, she was relaxed, she could identity no source of agitation, and yet…something was not right, something was missing.

Then the truth appeared before her like the manifestation of some ancient deity. It wasn't that some thing was missing. It was some one.

She sat up. But should she-?

She was up and out the door before she had finished the thought, making her pajama-clad way through the low-lit corridors to Trip's quarters.

He answered the door, squinting sleepily. “T'Pol? Somethin' wrong?”

She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face to the warm juncture of his neck and shoulder, slipping her hands under his shirt. “No,” she murmured. “Not now.”

His arms lifted to return the embrace, and they stood together for a moment before he asked softly, “Wanna come to bed?” She nodded.

But moving was easier said than done, because having her hands on his back, palms flat, feeling his skin and muscle beneath them, made her realize what she had truly been seeking, what she had been lacking lying alone in her own bed. She slid her hands upward and around, dragging his shirt with them. He took the hint, pulling at the front hem, tossing the shirt into the corner of the room.

But it wasn’t good enough. She stripped off her own shirt, pressing close to him again, and there was another long moment of held contact before he turned back to his bunk, laying down and making space for her. She curved against him, letting her eyes close, drinking in the sensation of his skin on hers. Yes, this was it.

“Just needed to cuddle, huh?” he asked.

“I believe so.” She brushed her cheek against his chest, and he yawned, rubbing her back with absent, drowsy affection.

“’kay.”

As she lay beside him, his arms around her in a loose embrace, she reflected that this courtship was turning her into a sensualist. After all, when in her life before had she so thoroughly delighted in the physical? But…that wasn’t an accurate assessment, was it? Being with Trip hadn’t made her this way – it had simply opened the doors she had once kept locked and barred, doors that guarded against fascinations she had never dared examine.

Like this, pressed half-naked to his side, the real, tangible knowledge of his body reported on with enthusiasm by all her senses. And beneath that, the soft murmuring of his mind, muted almost to imperceptibility by sleep. It was a fraught thing, to touch another’s mind – it required discipline to keep stray thoughts and feelings in their respective spaces. She had been given to understand that the bond between mates made such contact easier to manage, but that understanding existed behind a veil of propriety, of things not spoken of in detail, and she could not find any greater curiosity on the matter in herself, because she knew what her future held with regard to a mate.

Or at least she’d thought she had.

All her life, she had been taught that emotion was a spark that could kindle all too easily into an ungovernable inferno. But with Trip, she had found a firebreak. With him, her emotions burned but did not consume. It was not the fire of the wilderness, but of the hearth.

She could feel her breathing growing steadier, deeper, more even. Her eyes were finally ready to close. Listening to the impulse to come here had been the logical course of action, it seemed. What she had required was his proximity, and now that she had it, sleep was finally at hand.

He called it cuddling. Such an odd, whimsical word for something so profound.

Trip woke when his alarm went off at 0600, and in the muddled moments before the daze of sleep had dissipated, he found himself wondering why he was so close to the bulkhead, and then it occurred to him that he wasn’t alone. T'Pol was stirring beside him. When had she-?

“Oh yeah,” he murmured, brushing her cheek with the back of his thumb. “I had a visitor last night.”

“I hope I did not disturb your rest,” she said apologetically.

“Not at all. Besides,” he smiled faintly, “I don’t mind gettin’ used as a pillow.”

“I…” She looked askance. “I needed to be near you.”

“I know,” he said softly. “I could feel it.” Another slight smile pulled the corner of his mouth. “Felt nice.” Their eyes held for moment. “Gonna need you let me out, though.”

“Of course.” She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest. “I suppose I should return to my quarters.”

“Probably.” He maneuvered around her, pausing to kiss her shoulder before he stood, and in the contact, he felt the distinct sensation that a much more logical state of affairs would be for there to be one set of quarters, and one bed. Their eyes met again. “Yeah, I guess it would,” he said quietly. He picked up her shirt and handed it to her. “Might want this.”

She nodded, but before putting it back on, she stood, embracing him, enjoying the contact one last time before clothing ruined everything. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“For bein’ a pillow?” he joked.

“For being a hearth.”

#fic #its so sweet im gonna read it again as a bed time fic uwu

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#t'pol #t'pol collection #star trek #sassy t'pol #i love her so muchh

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Star Trek: Enterprise, episode 4x03: Home.

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tpol-is-so-freaking-cute · 3 months

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enterprise text posts: featuring trip and t'pol

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ENT Rewatch Starlog, 25 February, 2024: Episode 3.15 “Harbinger”

Trip is taking what he’s learned from T’Pol’s neuropressure sessions and having his OWN sessions with Corporal Cole of the MACOs. She expresses interest in taking it further, but has also gone to Phlox to mention she’s been having headaches afterward. Phlox informs T’Pol and suggests she try to undo Trip’s missteps with the Corporal. T’Pol gives her very unhappy stoic face.

Meanwhile, Major Hayes of the MACOs has approached Archer about providing combat training to senior Starfleet officers, which Malcolm takes to be an attempt on Hayes’ part to take over ship security. He grudgingly goes along with it, but the sessions prove to be escalating one-upmanship between the Starfleet Lieutenant and the MACO Major.

While all THAT interpersonal drama is going on, Enterprise discovers an enormous cluster of spatial anomalies equidistant between five spheres.

They pick up a life sign in a small pod just inside the anomaly, and with some dangerous moves manage to retrieve an unknown alien. He claims to have been a prisoner from a different dimension of space who was forced into the pod. Archer begins to think some of those myths about the Sphere Builders returning D’Jamat and his people from “Chosen Realm” discussed might be somewhat true, and this alien may be like a canary in a coal mine to see of the spheres are changing local space to be what those builders need.

After various shenanigans and awkward discussions between T’Pol, Trip, and Cole, Trip and T’Pol are conducting a neuropressure session where she reveals that Sim—the Trip clone from a few episodes back—told T’Pol that Tucker has feelings for her. After some repartee, T’Pol kisses Trip, and disrobes, and the two have sex.

Meanwhile, Hayes and Reed are in the gym sparing and the testosterone takes over, and it becomes a brawl that spills into the corridor. About that time though, the alien reveals himself able to phase through matter and walks to engineering where he proceeds to reach in and damage the warp core. Fresh from their fight, Malcolm and Hayes manage to tweak the engine to zap him and stop him.

The Alien reveals he was there to stop the NX-01, and when the Xindi destroy Earth, his “people will prevail,” before phasing completely out.

Trip and T’Pol have an awkward coffee together where she says their encounter was basically her just exploring her curiosity about human sexuality, but Trip does think they should continue neuropressure. Archer dresses down Malcolm and Hayes, who seem to have resolved their differences after their own physical session.

Rare to see a Trek episode that has an A, B, AND C story going on all at once. The parallels between the Trip/T’Pol and Reed/Hayes stories do not however seem coincidental. Yeah, I’m a T&T shipper, though some of T’Pol’s very human jealousy here seems more than a bit forced, I’m not sure the eroticism between those characters was any more dramatic than between Reed and Hayes when they were fighting. Jesus, guys, just kiss already. Archer leaving them in his quarters after his lecture without dismissing them, and neither wanting to leave drives the point that these two are really pretty similar home.

But T&T DOES finally consummate here including a scene that shows about the top third of T’Pol’s bare “bum,” that as I recall was actually edited in some parts of the country; how quaint. Some of how this all plays out I think does weaken T’Pol’s character a bit, but I guiltily accept it as these two are on my OTP list, so what can I say?

Meanwhile, there is an age-old Trek foible here that I will never quite understand. What keeps an alien (or flashing back to TNG in the episode “The Next Phase” Geordi and Ro) who is phasing—seemingly uncontrolled as he can’t control his disappearance at the end—from falling through the floor? Or staying in one point in space while the ship moves around them, since surely gravity and inertia won’t work on them too? How can he use hands to climb the ladder to get on top of the warp core, but put his hands through the top to reach in a reach havoc? OK- MAYBE in this case he has more control over the process than they indicate so he’s just CHOOSING to have the bottom of his feet only phase for walls and not floors, but…it always makes me shrug.

Finally, my THANKS to this episode for my all-time favorite Enterprise GIF:

Next Voyage: With the crew sedated, Phlox is home alone in “Doctor’s Orders”!

(Images taken from the main website for @trekcore; I am happy to remove the images if asked.)

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C'mere, T'Pol/Trip Tucker Shippers. We need to have a little talk.

Now y'all have been posting all this cute art of the pair of them meditating together, stealing lil Vulcan fingertip kisses, and retiring to a nice farm on Earth (often with the S'chn T'gai kids visiting their auntie and her human husband.) I love it. It's so cute and wholesome.

So I watched Enterprise.

Most of the way through I'm like oooh, yeah. You two enjoy your "Vulcan Neuropressure" sessions. I know where this is leading!

But now that I reached the end, well, join me after the break. I wouldn't want to drop 20 year old spoilers on other poor innocent eyes.

YOU GOAT FUCKERS!

The show gave them a surprise baby and then MADE A HUGE POINT ABOUT HOW IT DIED NEEDLESSLY?!?

And then, in the very last episode, these two cuties who I've been rooting for FOR FOUR SEASONS have apparently been broken up for SIX YEARS?!?

AND THEN HE DIES.

HE DIES.

HOW THE HELL DO THEY HAVE A LOVELY LITTLE FARM UPSTATE WHEN HE'S

DEAD?

You know what? FUCK CANON. Whoever wrote those episodes clearly did not want to give the audience a satisfying ending for the little romance they'd built up for FOUR YEARS.

So I'm officially TEAM TRIP LIVES.

Because anything else is...I mean...AAARGH! What a shitty way to end a show!

Trip and T'Pol live happily ever after. Once they retire from Starfleet, he teaches engineering at a nice community college. Lots of great NCO's emerge from his mentorship. Meanwhile T'Pol teaches at Starfleet Academy.

They have a lovely little life together. And if they decide they want kids, they have however fucking many they want.

And all of them live!

What the fuck was that ending?!?

*deep breaths*

Now that's out of my system, I will concede...

Trip and T'Pol really are an adorably cute couple.

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These two

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Enterprise really only waited 4 episodes to do mpreg. Can't say they don't have guts.

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I don't know about the rest of anything but Vulcans must be atleast mildly fascinated by CBT.

#people shit on cbt like as if it is vulcan logic (in ent)#vulcans #star trek

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I'm gonna go overboard but don't care. Yours is the first and only tpol x trip fanfics i have read. For me they act as medicine. They heal my wounds. They make my days a little better to live.

Latest chapter: Time for a Tucker family reunion!

#trip x t'pol #star trek enterprise #fic #still recovering from those absolute cryfest of last two episodes #thanks for all your work

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