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Nichelle Nichols on the set of Star Trek (1966-1969)
"Even vs. Odd Star Trek Movies" this, "Comic vs. Tragic Star Trek Movies" that. New TOS film classification system: Does Bones Get to Lie Down?
The Motion Picture:
No :(
The Wrath of Khan:
Yes!
The Search For Spock:
Yes! Rare twofer.
The Voyage Home:
No :(
The Final Frontier:
Yes! A nice slumber party, even.
The Undiscovered Country:
Yes! (Getting knocked out counts)
TOS movies index:
No, Yes, Yes, No, Yes, Yes
(Is this movie BGTL? You know...Bones Gets to Liedown)
THE VERY FIRST STAR TREK SLASH FIC PUBLISHED
“A Fragment out of Time”, published in 1974. Kirk / Spock. page 1 page 2
I had to share it with you because I can’t stop laughing, and every time I reread it it just gets funnier and fUNNIER
This fan fiction is older than the push-through tabs on soda cans.
Your grandma wrote this on her Commodore 64.
I miss my Commodore 64
Oh my dear, sweet children. The Commodore 64 came out in 1982. This was produced on a typewriter and probably mimeographed. And while it may seem funny now, it took more courage to write and distribute this than you will ever know.
Reblogged for that last comment.
respect your elders
Children, in the olden days fanfiction was written on a typewriter, copied and sent by snail mail. Getting one one of those letters from across the world was every bit as exciting as getting a notification that your favorite writer posted a new fic.
It’s been said before, but the fact that this fic begins with the dialogue assertion “We’re by no means setting a precedent” is endlessly amusing to me.
Diane Marchant changed all our lives. May she rest in peace.
The precedent line is especially amusing when you bear in mind that “A Fragment Out of Time” is not only the first Star Trek slashfic to be published in a widely distributed magazine: it’s believed by some to be the first slashfic of any kind to be widely published.
In 1974 it was illegal to send pornography through the USPS. So distributing fic like this via mailed newsletter was literally dangerous. And they knew it.
im actually gonna have an aneurysm why is he SO fine
Idk where you got this photo from girl and i might just be insane for noticing Instantly but i have like every pixel of tos memorised and im 200% sure that is a yassified facetuned spock
Who Did This
The Original Series VS Strange New Worlds
this was based on my roommate and i trying to kill a bathroom spider
i wonder what it was to like to one day show up for a script reading and meeting for star trek season 2 and the writers and director are like, "hey, for episode one we have this really interesting story... but for this to work, have you tried emulating being in heat like a rabid animal?"
What has to be pointed out here (a bit regretfully) is that in 1967 there'd never have been a meeting at which the actors would've been given a chance to voice an opinion about whether they were okay with the concept of a script. That wasn't how such things were done then. (And no question, it's delightful that things have moved on a little bit from that state.)
What did happen with "Amok Time" were a couple of drafts, with supporting and/or instigating memos, that were written before anyone who'd act in the script would ever see it. Some detail about the beginnings of that process are here, supported by Roddenberry's own (typewritten, God bless it) copy of Ted Sturgeon's original outline for the episode.
I own the Amok Time story outline Ted Sturgeon submitted to Gene Roddenberry. It’s a fascinating look at the process of creating an episode
Just a casual reminder of something that (when considering process) nowadays gets in the way of a lot of analysis of early Trek: not only is tomorrow not yesterday, but neither is today.
(...And yet: imagine the look[s] on Nimoy's face at the first table reading of shooting draft 1...) 😅
I create a lot of Spirk content, but recently I went looking for some fan art of Spock and Nyota Uhura a pairing I also truly appreciate. I was honestly shocked by the comments I found; they were terribly racist and deeply unsettling. As a Latina, this kind of hate hits me harder than usual. That’s why I decided to create a piece of art featuring them: to plant love instead of hate in this chaotic world. I choose to respond through my art.
THE LADIES of Star Trek: The Original Series (1966–1969)
I absolutely love the casting for the AOS movies because yeah Chris Pine kinda looks like a yassified Jim Kirk, and Zachary Quinto does look like a younger Spock. But then they looked at big, tall, broad shouldered, muscular action man Karl Urban and went. Yeah, I think he can play scrawny bean pole shrimp postured, looks like a light gust of wind would blow him away, Leonard McCoy. And by god, were they correct because it was like the spirit of Deforest Kelley himself possessed him to play Bones.
Urbanization contributed to Deforestation.
#that may legitimately be the worst pun i've ever read with my own two eyes
I hate this joke and love it all at once.
Met Urbanisation at comic con and asked him to go “full Bones” for the picture. This is how he chose to embody Defirestation, for your art considerations.
The first time I watched ‘The Devil in the Dark’ I was like, no notes. Great episode. The second time, however…
This scene lives rent free in my head now, bye
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 🖖🏾
star trek heritage post (November 14th, 2020)
Periodic reminder that the compiled tag I use on AO3 is “Stork The Vulcan (fanon)” and so far there are 6 fics featuring him:
Heed The Stork
There’s Always A Chance and
Not Logical by MarlinSpirkHall (hi)
What Stork Brings by AfterIWake @mousedetective
One (1) Daily Shoulder Pat by Android_And_Ale @android-and-ale
Just This Once, Everybody Lives by @alternatefuturesao3
Various iterations of this thread ^ have also been bookmarked under the tag for future reference 🖖
"STAR TREK" S1E14 - "Balance of Terror"
thing that happened to me today
STAR TREK: THE ORIGINAL SERIES 1966 – 1969・2x08 I, Mudd
Literally every neurodivergent person when somebody mentions their interest.
and here is his special little riding outfit: