Commander Spock

Buried deep within there's a human But I think I'm dying here Commander Spock Serving under James T. Kirk USS Enterprise

[toreth]

[kirknspock]

"Because the needs of the one… outweigh the needs of the many."

[captioningcrusader]

[captioningcrusader]

your new post says "eat the hell spock." how does spock "eat the hell" exactly?

[radishwine-deactivated20181102]

"You’re just like my cat from back home." 

"I am sure I bear no resemblance to Earth’s domesticated feline." 

"Well, your ears are pointy." 

"An analogous trait which evolved in many species throughout the known universe. It is a shape that allows for more efficient capture of sound by the ear."  

"And you’re prissy. And pretty." 

"…"

[inredunderlincd]

HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER SENTENCE MEME [PART I]

“My friend just got dumped, so tonight all men are “the Enemy”.”

“Son, a piece of advice, never use the words “smurf penis” on a first date.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“At every New York party there is always a girl who has no idea whose party she’s at.”

“Kinda don’t wanna wear my shirt any more. Or my underwear. Oh, that’s right, I’m not wearing any.”

“We’re having a party next Friday if you’d like to swing by.”

“Like, let’s fall in love, and get married, and have kids, and drive them to soccer practice.”

“Because you’re my best friend, all right? You don’t have to tell me I’m yours. But the way I see it, we’re a team. Without you, I’m just the dynamic uno.”

“My friend does this thing where he goes to the airport and leaves fake luggage in order to meet women.”

“Look, our forefathers died for the “pursuit of happiness,” okay? Not for the “sit around and wait of happiness.” 

“Guys are like the subway. You miss one, another comes along in five minutes.”

“Desperate please-don’t-leave-me sex is amazing.”

“There are only two reasons to date a girl you’ve already dated: breast implants.”

“Wow. Who knew being in a committed heterosexual relationship could make a guy so gay.”

“You dumped a porn star?”

“Everyone thinks they’re a good kisser.”

"I’m done being single, I’m not good at it."

“So you chickened out like a little bitch?”

"See that girl? I’m gonna marry her someday."

"I’m crazy about you. I think we should be together. What do you say?"

"Come on. I know it didn’t work out between us, but we did have a relationship."

"Hit me? Please! This guy can barely spank me in bed for fun."

"You are forcing me to be the voice of reason. And that’s not a good look for me!"

"You are the love of my life. Everything I have and everything I am is yours. Forever."

"We always said we’d be there for the big moments."

"Settling down is for losers and kids who never go out anymore."

"Just be cool, Lady. Damn."

"I don’t want to see you for a while."

"Love is the best thing we do."

"It doesn’t have to make sense to make sense."

"I refuse to be a part of a third runaway bride situation."

"When you find someone you want to keep around, you do something about it."

"The friends, neighbors, drinking buddies and partners in crime you love so much when you’re young, as the years go by, you just lose touch."

"You’re gonna get your dream because you’re giving me mine."

"It’s kind of insane how much happened in just a day and a half."

"No I’m not okay, because apparently I’m marrying my dad in a few hours."

"When what’s really happening is too intense to deal with, sometimes it’s best to leave it unspoken and just enjoy each others company instead."

"Before you know it, just like magic, you realize, it’s a perfect fit."

"Whatever you do in this life, it’s not legendary, unless your friends are there to see it."

"If you keep acting this way, little by little, you’re gonna lose me."

"I’m not going to win again. Not like that anyway."

"For a long time, deep down I felt sort of, broken."

"Screw tomorrow, lets go big tonight."

"You’re my best friend, I just need your support."

"Kids, they don’t understand logic, kids understand who shows up. That’s why her dad’s her hero and I get hung up on."

"Do you want to keep playing or do you want to win?"

"Yes I’m in a rotten mood. No I don’t want to talk about it. Yes this has booze in it. No it’s not my first."

"He’s gotten really respectful with his fake listening."

"Why say goodbye to the good things?"

"When you believe in people, people come through."

[togoboldly]

[entrmccoy]

Bones had gone to the bridge and had found no Captain and no Second Officer. It was fine. Whatever. It was Beta Shift and it wasn’t like Leonard didn’t have better things to do than to bother the Captain and First Officer on the bridge. He had a kid, he probably had a bottle of whiskey that was getting lonely, maybe he could catch up on the football game he had missed, do some paperwork just for shits and giggles—

But someone had said that second in command hadn’t looked so great when Bones had checked in. Leonard tried not to care. Really he did. Sure he was the doc on the ship, but Spock never looked that great anyway. Always a little green. For a humanoid from a planet with two suns, you would think they’d look a little less pale— "Spock," Leonard frowned, catching the alien in the rec room as he was passing by. Pausing dumbly, Leonard hovered by the door way, all civilian clothes and less work-mangled. The Doctor stepped in to not only see Spock but.. "Jim," Bones continued, frowning. Eyes passing between the two to put together what was going on. Right. He sighed.  ”Jim," he repeated, pointing at Spock like he wasn’t in the room with them. "Why didn’t bring Spock to sickbay? Can’t you see he is sick??"

[entrkirk-blog]

"Bones." He wished a stern look did anything to him, and he folded his arms, resting them on his knees. "Dr. M’Benga’s out, and he’s not going to get anyone sick, so let’s relax, all right?" 

Maybe relax wasn’t the right word, but he was pretty close to using some much more unprofessional terminology. And there he was again, stuck between his First Officer and his CMO, ailing and angry. He didn’t mean to roll his eyes, but he did. Visibly. 

"If you wanna try to drag him off to your office, be my guest." Somehow he doubted either of the would comply peacefully to the situation. He eyed the bowl of broth and the mug, looking so innocuous, so childish. Of course the first time they come together for what feels like ages is over something so dumb. "And that’s assuming you know your way around Vulcan pathology." 

Jabbing someone in the neck, after all, only worked sometimes. “Tell ‘em what you said, Spock. About not wanting to go out there.” He knew he hadn’t actually said anything, but he hoped he could generate a cover. 

[entrspock-blog]

Of course.

Their combined, sudden enmity rippled through him, nursing his unsound condition in ways he had not expected, nor had he wanted to discover. He was exhausted. This was unnecessary. 

"I do not wish to leave this place," Spock blurted before he could stop himself; and once he processed his words he could only blink slowly, then nonchalantly take another sip of his tea. Although there was no denying his concern was valid-- M'Benga would surely disapprove of the commander's actions, too. 

But M'Benga was not there. And he refused to acknowledge Leonard at the moment. 

Leonard, who had not met his eyes even as the half Vulcan kept his gaze fixed on him. "The captain was ensuring my well-being before you arrived. While it might not be the treatment I would receive in sickbay, it does nothing to worsen it," he wrinkled his nose. 

"Please lower your voice." Both of you, but he did not say that.

[entrspock-blog]

You are still doing this meme whether you want to or not. ✍ Susana and Bones ♥︎

YEAH !

[entrspock-blog]

✍ For Tonia, Sulu and how they interact with Spock

spock tries to ignore tonia but hes not entirely unfazed while she has a :~) look. sulu doesnt care about them so he's happy. he made himself a flower crown. look at him basking in that garden. i hope i captured a sense of serenity in this pic only broken by spock's desire to whine because tonia knows he cares about her and no one can know that 

[entrspock-blog]

✍ for both of mine :)

here ya go B^)

[iemasa-deactivated20180209]

Send me a ✍ and a character and I'll draw the character horribly on MS Paint.

[entrkirk-blog]

"Nah, I mean, vegan food, trying to imitate meat with other stuff. I always thought it was weird." Although he didn’t intend it as an insult to Vulcan cuisine, he probably had his own jabs at it that he decided to keep quiet for now. "But I should give it a shot sometime, you’re right."  

The reaction made him crack up again, and he was less ashamed this time, watching the careful expression, the sting that came from his teasing. “It’s not really a bad thing. Most people wouldn’t be surprised. Some people would think it’s endearing.”

There was a Vulcans descend from cats comment in there somewhere, that he held back. He had to hold off on teasing him too much, maybe today, maybe until next week. “I hope it’s alright. My mom made me something like this once or twice when I was a kid. What about you—I mean, how often do Vulcans get sick?”

[entrspock-blog]

Jim's laughter is an acceptable occurence. Something about the ringing sound offering enough strength for him to wrap his fingers around the hot mug, for him to carefully lower his feet onto the floor and sit with his back as he can manage. It is not much, admittedly. "Are you one of these theoretical people who would consider a similarity between me and a small cat 'endearing'?"

Truly, he expects no less of him. But he is not irritated-- oddly, the commander opposes that sentiment. He has been called worse. This is an acceptable comparison (or is it simply the look on his face that solidifies this decision?)

He discovers the tea is refreshing, although the burning in his throat has yet to diminish. Perhaps only the passing of days will determine when the light pangs of pain will disappear. "Not much. Should it happen, Vulcan healers are reliable," most of the times, with the exception of...this. A cold.

"I-- I have gone through this before. Your meal will be sufficient. I appreciate you--" suddenly he tightly holds the mug between his hands, his nose scrunching up, the tips of his ears warming up. But the sneeze never comes.

"I do not like this, Jim."

[entrkirk-blog]

He tsks immediately, leaning forward so his elbows are on his knees, back angled towards him. “Alright, I’m temporarily relieving you of your duties. As in, I’m not letting you back onto the bridge like that, so you’re taking a sick day. Besides, you look pathetic, man, like—your nose is all green. And you sneeze like a kitten.” 

Jim scratches at his neck for a spare second, then spots the replicator in the corner of the room, and gets up at once to fumble with the dials. “I promise I’m doing you a favor. Nobody wants to see their first officer sick. Or their captain, but that’s a different story”—and he’s back to the replicator, enunciating carefully into the speaker—“uh, plomeek broth. Tea, hot, honey and lemon.” 

It feels like a long wait as he brings him the little tray, and he stares down into the broth, the wedge of lemon floating in the mug until he sets it down in front of the Vulcan. He’s a little satisfied with himself at his work, doting him just a little. “I’d have gotten you chicken noodle soup, but it’d have to be vegan, and that sounds fucking terrible.” 

[entrspock-blog]

Spock watches him through squinting eyes, not understanding at first. He thinks he will leave; he has more important matters to attend to, does he not? Spock almost frowns. Almost.

Plomeek broth. He blinks, surprised, and then he is also staring down at carefully selected meal his captain has brought to his side. There is a fleeting projection among his rumpled mind, a tender touch of a mother and an unbreakable promise of care, one he has sworn will never be buried. It is similar, in a way. His face is warm, but not because of his malady. He cannot utter his thanks, because he feels deprived of speech by this action, this human.

He swallows, uncurling slightly, before he looks up at him and finally speaks. "It would not be 'terrible'. Quite the opposite. Perhaps you should try Vulcan food." But his lip twitches just so, and he thinks it is enough for Jim.

Reaching for the mug, he pauses, only to scan him again. "A kitten?"

[entrkirk-blog]

The first second he sees him, his first response is to break into a grin, then he reflexively halts it. Bad. Have some empathy. Who the hell knew Vulcans got colds, anyway—with the sheer amount of control they held, be it over themselves or over situations. There was something weird about it, like seeing a parent sick. Except no, that was a bad comparison, he realized a bit too late. 

"Mr. Spock." He rolls his eyes, both a little amused and a little annoyed over his insistence on the formality. "Do you want to see Dr. M’Benga about this? Or just stay here? Up to you."

He figures he’d go for the latter. Without hesitation, he finds a chair, and pulls it up to him, sitting up straight. Mostly, it’s to keep him from feeling too gawky. “That can’t actually be comfortable. I mean, come on, what’s your deal? You could have just taken a sick day.” 

[entrspock-blog]

"I am well," is his response, instinctive; what would have been a firm statement broken by the small waver of his voice as another sneeze threatened to make him shake again. But he breathed in, instead choosing to concentrate on the other, now closer to him. His presence is pleasant. 

(He is not well, needless to say).

He closes his eyes for a brief moment. "I would rather stay here. Sickbay is not an acceptable option," surely you would understand, he wants to add, but it is unnecessary. "And I did not think--"

A sneeze. Small, yet too loud for his liking. When he speaks his voice is equally quiet. "No sick days."

[entrspock-blog]

He shudders. It is the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes and a half (and counting, he reminds himself, a truly torturous task he simply cannot avoid).

It seems to stop, until suddenly, he covers his face and hides a noise that would have otherwise disturbed the silence in which he had (un)comfortably wrapped himself in.

He is not hiding, of course. Spock merely discovered an adequate place to curl into himself, and still have enough room to stretch, should he require so.

But peace does not last long. Footsteps approach, and he looks up.  

"Captain."

[remvsirivs]

Sometimes a feeling is all we humans have to go on.