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Sideblog for all my Star Trek related nonsense. main is @namorian
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i've searched every combination of words imaginable and i still can't find that gif of the german star trek parody where gay spock is quickly drinking coffee and smoking freaking out PLEASE send it to me i need it urgently
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Ethan Peck as Spock — Star Trek: Strange New Worlds | All Those Who Wander
Sarek's whole deal never stops being so damn funny. Man's so down bad for a human woman that he defies all of Vulcan culture and marries her. And not in a T'Pol way where they spent most of it in the company of humans. He brought Amanda to Vulcan and, in personal matters, chose to go against everything he was taught to embrace something as irrational as love (though by god that man will do his damnedest to convince you it was logical).
Then to top it all off, that man did not extend that same ideology to his work (No patience nor open-mindedness for very different cultures, rigid adherence to Vulcan practices of diplomacy). And he applies it very haphazardly to his own children. Sometimes, they are a testament to the love he feels for his wife. The humanity he admires. Other times, they are a failure of his own culture. A disgrace and disappointment to Vulcan.
They are the mirrors of his greatest love and his own shame. He loves Amanda and he feels no shame in adoring her, but he feels quiet shame in loving her as un-Vulcan as it is. He is the shame, but the love of her? Never could be.
The helpless romantic he is, he could never resist. He'd never admit it, but he couldn't. So he'd keep any and all shame for himself. None for her.
What a messy beautiful little dork who fucking loves his wife and is so emotionally constipated otherwise.
Amanda Grayson is the one thing in the universe he loves too hard to act that way.
What a goofy lil guy
Leonard Nimoy as Spock in STAR TREK: TOS | Patterns Of Force, 1968 Ethan Peck as Spock in STAR TREK: SNW | Wedding Bell Blues, 2025
happy birthday spock 🖖 6th january 2230
Instead of using existing Star Trek aliens for our OCs, we should just do what Star Trek does and make some stuff up! Here’s my new starfleet crew that I’ve created
“Explain”
“Clarify”
You’ve heard of Aristotelian logic, classical logic, propositional logic, first-order logic, now get ready for: toddler logic
Impossible 😠
#my post canon archer and tpol truth
sybok is such a fascinating character to me.
imagine you grow up with your single mom and she tells you that, despite what others say, emotions are not inherently bad. they can be a source of pain, but also of immense strength. and she’s your mother, and she’s a very important woman in the community, so of course you trust her. but then she gets taken away for her beliefs — the same ones she instilled in you — because that way of thinking is dangerous. emotions led to the wars of your planet’s past and the splintering of your people.
so you’re sent to live with your father, and he’s important too. you learn what it means that he’s an “ambassador” and. hang on. his job is to deal with offworlders. humans. known for their emotional illogic. but your father says that their perspective and experiences are as valuable as your own. he believes in k'lalatar prkori k'lalatar prnak'lirli — infinite diversity in infinite combinations. but when you express the emotions your mother told you were not inherently bad, so long as you controlled your actions, you are ridiculed, and you feel shame for letting him down.
your father marries. technically, he was never properly married to your mother. through him you find yourself connecting with terran culture and language, and you learn that you are what is considered a bastard. you remember that when he chastises you for being too openly expressive.
your father does not marry a vulcan, but a human. he says that it is logical — what better way to come to understand humanity, after all? — but there are many suitable human ambassadors, and he marries a teacher. not that you complain, of course. your father is an adult and his mind will not be changed once he makes it up. you can see fallacies in his logic. but he is happy, even if he refuses to admit it.
your father and stepmother decide to have another child. in the third month, your stepmother miscarries, and she is heartbroken by it. you can tell that your father is, too — and he’s all the sharper when you try to offer comfort to him. your stepmother is receptive, though. she reminds you of your birth mother. (you sometimes struggle to remember what she looked like. you were very young when she was sent away.)
eventually, after years of research and effort and legal battles to grant permission to alter the genome of the fetus, your little brother is born. he cries when he’s removed from his growth chamber. so does your stepmother. he has pointed ears and copper-based blood, just like you. and he has emotions, just like you. it’s clear that he does when he pouts and stomps as a toddler. when he gets into fights at school. when he runs off into the mountains for days on end. when he undergoes the kahs’wan in the dead of night. he worries your stepmother. pains her, even. but it’s borne of a well of love so deep you have no way to fathom it yet. (if you look closely enough, you can see her emotions reflected in your father, unrelated to their mated bond.)
you excel in school. you are brilliant, strong-willed, and know how to construct an argument about damn near anything. anything can be a “logical” conclusion, depending on perspective, or the lens through which it is viewed. you consider becoming a philosopher, like your father’s forefather, surak. namesake of your house. savior of your people. progenitor of your way of life.
you leave vulcan, though not by choice. you are labeled v’tosh ka’tur. a vulcan without logic. you are banished from your home. you do not say goodbye to your father, but you do to your little brother. he is scared. afraid of being alone. but you have no choice. you leave him behind. you never expect to see him again.
but you do. he left your homeworld of his own volition. he told the vulcan science academy to go fuck themselves and enlisted in starfleet. he is no longer the scared and lonely boy you left behind. his bond with his crew is unbreakable, and you can’t help the pride welling in your chest. you don’t want to.
you give your life for his, and for those he loves.
A Vulcan named Stork works at the Terran adoption agency. Parents always request that he be the one to deliver their child to them.
It’s years before anyone explains it to him.
People keep gifting him robes with long white birds on them.
The fun thing is he would understand why people were getting him outfits with storks on them. That’s a word, it’s his name, straightforward. All the humans get him the same gag gift, but like, they’re putting effort in at least. This is a genuinely nice outfit. Stork will be a walking zero-effort pun sometimes, rather than waste a perfectly fine robe.
It’s fine. This is a readily comprehensible human illogic. Exactly the kind of thing he expected from moving to Earth.
Six years in he finds out about the stork bringing babies.
Stork has a good long meditation session about this myth, his name, his job, the outfits, the whole shebang (or whatever Vulcan concept is the equivalent).
And he decides he’s honored by it, in a humanly illogical way.
The humans are asking him to do what is after all his job, and specifically requesting him for the joy his name brings them on top of an already agreeable and satisfying task. He has no objection to engendering positive emotions in others. Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so happiness must logically slow it down.
Plus, Vulcans of his generation love puns. There were two decades of punning competitions in colleges across the planet. So when he realizes that he is a walking zero-effort pun, and that the humans also love the pun, he is all for it. He is the Joe Cool of the entire Vulcan population in his city.
And via this pun, the humans are including him in a cherished and traditional myth, by casting him as the literal bringer of life and the expander of families.
There’s no downside. Stork wears his robes, pins, keychains, and other bird-related tchotchkes with genuine pride.
YES IT’S BACK ON MY DASH AT LAST
For real though working together with some human social workers, a Vulcan would be an excellent caretaker for children in an adoption center.
Child has a meltdown? Imagine Stork, perfectly calm and unbothered, approaching the kid and saying “You appear quite upset, Eliza. If you would please allow me to relocate you to the ‘bean-bag-chair,’ we can discuss the source of your distress.”
A Vulcan educated in medicine and child psychology would be endlessly patient with a kid with behavioral issues. Stork wouldn’t get or upset or frustrated. After all, these are children with medical and psychological conditions. It would be illogical to blame the child or to not treat them with the appropriate care.
Even if the a little one was having a bad day or was just overtired, Stork wouldn’t get angry. He might even be a calming presence. Any new kids acting out would learn real quick that they’d have better luck trying to arm-wrestle a Klingon than get a rise out of Stork.
Not only that, Vulcans live much longer than humans. Imagine Stork looking virtually unchanged as decades pass. Kids he’d helped years ago would turn up fully grown, maybe there to adopt their own kids, and run into Stork, looking almost exactly as they remember him.
And he’d probably remember them too. “Welcome back, Eliza.”
“…Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so logically happiness must slow it down…”
Will reblog every time it crosses my dash 🖖🏾
I wonder if there aren’t also some children who would have a hard time getting adopted, or would sometimes bounce back and end up growing up there, so maybe Stork becomes a sort of paternal figure, and some of those kids eventually adopt some core bits of Vulcan philosophy from him. Maybe some even choose to follow that onward, go to a Vulcan center of learning, become part of Vulcan society inspired by Stork. One or two even become social workers themselves, trying (and in their own individual ways succeeding) in passing on some of what they got from Stork and carrying on his care.
Michael burnham is such a main character that BOTH her moms played moms in the tvdverse
Hello this is your seasonal reminder that Surak didn't roll up to the bronze-era Bodice-ripper shirtless nomad dessert culture that somehow became a fandom favorite. I can't help but cringe that somehow people heard "emotional savage illogical" vulcans and went "shirtless bronze age dessert nomads" like Y I KES. They didn't embrace logic and then become industrialized. They had literally been to space already. They had nuclear warheads. Pre-Surak Vulcan was supposed to be at LEAST on par with 1960s earth. Surak's cause of death was radiation poisoning. The next time you catch yourself reaching for/writing/drawing a "pre reform au" consider if it's not, at best, totally at odds with the canon meaning of pre-Surak, and at worst a weirdly common racist trope?
I had no idea Surak came so late in history. That makes him even more fascinating as a historical figure to me because Vulcan would have videos and stuff of pre-Surak. Like it would still be very real to modern Vulcans in a way that a lot of pre-Industrial Revolution things really aren't. Like I know stuff happened pre-photography but it doesn't always feel quite so real as those events that I can hear/see recordings of. If that makes sense.
Interestingly they might not have photographs or videos of Surak (or very few) for a couple of reasons. The first is that I've noticed that Vulcans from any era seem to not place much value in photography and video the way that humans do. If someone is really important they get a statue, but other than that? Very little. I read a fic once in which someone was comparing the timeline of human technological advances vs Vulcand and noted that humans figures out photography "very early" while Vulcans figured it out "late." It may just be that capturing a perfect image of something or someone wasn't a high priority for Vulcans, culturally, so even when they did develop the technology there weren't necessarily going to be a lot of pictures of everyone lying around. The second reason is the massive loss of knowledge and technology that happened due to nuclear warfare. Vulcans were creating temples on distant moons at one point before their infrastructure collapsed and they didn't break warp again until the 1940s. That's why it was such a big freaking deal when the Kir'Shara (Surakian usb drive in a cave) was found, because it contained a LOT of lost knowledge and Surakian writings. Like Vulcans had just plumb-forgotten that mindmelding was normal and good, for example. So yeah! Even though Surak is post industrial, he still is seen as the "very distant past."
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SCREAM !!!!!!!!!!!!
No. Not only do we actually know how people dressed in Surak's time, this weird fanon aesthetic NEVER existed at any point in canon. The most ancient vulcans we see are still covered like neck to wrist (probably because despite the desert, it is a comfortable temperature for them). More than being a pedantic nerd, there is something about it that also just hits me very very wrong. There's something a bit disturbing to me about the Conan the Barbarianess of it...
As a person whose special interest is the fashion of a desert culture, no culture that lives in the desert really dresses like that for a few reasons
The sun is a deadly lazer and will Burn You. You might strip to a loincloth while doing heavy labor but if you can afford it you want to wear something to protect yourself from burns and skin cancer
Have you ever actually had to deal with wind and sand together? First of all it makes you very dirty, especially your hair, unless you cover it. Second of all at a high enough windspeed being pelted by what is basically tiny rocks HURTS.
From what I've seen Vulcans prefer to be covered from neck to ankles, in very nice looking thick fabric. This is pretty accurate for a desert based culture. The fabric thickness varies depending on season and function (for example a caftan for summer worn at home is a lighter garment than a traveling cloak), but you've mentioned they probably don't care about heat from the fabric as much. Nice fabrics and embroidery are often especially valued in desert cultures that are nomadic rather than settled because they're a very portable and visual wealth indicator. You aren't spending your wealth on a big house. I don't have opinions as of yet on if Vulcans were primarily nomadic or settled (iirc the implication is in modernity they're settled, so inferring a nomadic culture pre-Surak is... odd. This sort of thing is not something that tends to shift with religious reform. You find the best survival strat and stick with it).
A problem you also see with like. Especially nomadic desert cultures is the idea that they're static and unchanging (possibly furthered because they aren't lugging around books) for thousands of years. This is horseshit and if anyone talks to you about Bedouins being a walking Biblical museum exhibit irl, you should either run or hit them.
I'll note that there must be images, photos or videos, of Surak, because Spock recognizes him on sight at once in The Savage Curtain. And he is dressed quite smartly, though with a wide neckline and elbow length sleeves.
From Official Star Trek Cooking Manual by Marry Ann Piccard
Vulcan traditional wedding cakes are literally carrot cakes, and Spocks' favourite dessert is carrot loaf? He's so cute what the hell, his favourite sweet is wedding cake? 😭