#ktlb

[hyog-blog]

The show really did go into the incest territory, huh XD Okay, there might be a few thousand plot twists later, but this is so much fun, ahah)))

[theshipscloset]

“What d’you have in mind?”

The Vulcan glanced away for just a moment. “A meld,” he said at last. “Again, I can offer no guarantees; and if you do not wish to--”

“I didn’t say that, Spock,” the human interrupted with a gentle smile. “I do want to try it. And even if the whole thing turns out to be nothing more than a mind game, I still want to know.”

The Vulcan nodded very slowly, but did not respond.

Kirk managed a smile, feeling suddenly awkward but anxious. “Last chance to throw me out, Spock,” he offered quietly.

But the Vulcan shook his head as the decision became clear. It is time to stop running...for both of us. An eyebrow rose at the unusual train of thought, but he made no effort to block the implications. “I believe the only answers we will ever have are within ourselves, Jim,” he murmured. His eyes locked with Kirk’s and, seeing no hesitation, he reached for the human’s face.

Kirk let himself relax, not expecting it quite so quickly, but determined to go through with his own decision. His eyes closed, and he took a deep breath as the warmer-than-human hand settled against the side of his face.

For a moment, there was only the euphoria associated with the mind meld...but that surrealism faded as his mind’s eye suddenly opened.

Somewhere, in a universe locked away from reality, a Vulcan commander and his human friend demanded recognition.

Pretty sure all the implicit romance in the known universe is packed into this passage. Then she had go and throw in that last sentence just to stomp on my heart. I hate this book.

[hyog-blog]

I forgot that they're such trolls, ahah)) Forever picking on the youngest didi XD

Jin JIng is a walking reaction image XD Yes, that boy be working out hard))

I don't think it works that way, Xiao Ding XD

Ning-ge was so scared of the darned thing XD I know I would be, too D: And babyboy Zhang Linghe comes to the rescue)))

But he, too, is scared)))

[theshipscloset]

Richardson is still calling Kirk ‘Juliet’ okay

Something he only started doing because Kirk called out for Spock in his sleep and Richardson decided to give him hell for it

He is that friend who finds out you have a crush and literally never lets you live it down even in life-threatening situations

I love this

[theshipscloset]

“There are others who must accompany us on the voyage, Thea,” he said guardedly.

“James Kirk,” Thea reasoned, tone bordering on contempt. She leaned in closer. “When I met you before--in that other timeline--I knew then that he was something special to you.” She paused for just a moment. “Can he be worth what you are doing, Spock? Can any one man be worth an entire universe?”

The Vulan’s response was direct and without hesitation. “Yes. And you must realize that my reasons go beyond James Kirk.”

NOPE SORRY SPOCK I’M STILL STUCK ON THAT IMMEDIATE ‘YES’ AND I ALWAYS WILL BE 

[theshipscloset]

A smile came to the Praetor’s lips. “Perhaps,” she said casually. “But I shall always wonder if you lied--if James Kirk is even deeper in your blood than Vulcan!”

[theshipscloset]

“Hell, half the crew’s been trying to find the lock-code to your quarters for years!”

I love how he says “half the crew” instead of “half the women.” 

I see your gender-neutral games Della don’t think I don’t 

[theshipscloset]

Sleep did not come for a long time. But dreams were quick to intrude.

...Neutral Zone...desert world...blue sun. It was an alien landscape, scattered with rocks, towering boulders, and a few scraggly bushes which had survived the harsh terrain. Deepening shadows lengthened, grew, coalesced into total darkness. Overhead, the clear night sky was strewn with thousands of curious eyes, shining in intriguing patterns and constellations...none familiar. 

In the midst of the darkness, there was a voice--distant at first, then closer...familiar. It spoke one syllable repeatedly. The syllable, too, was a recognized sound, an arrangement of consonants and vowels which held meaning. 

Spock...Spock?

The stars grew brighter, burning their smiling pattern into the Vulcan’s mind as he listened...watched.

Jim...Jim? He reached for it, sensed the warmth behind it, moved closer.

For a moment, the stars took them, molded them together. One thought. One mind.

But gradually, the stars began to fade...and were lost somewhere in the silver-gray sky of an alien morning.

The Vulcan awoke, almost expecting to see the familiar face leaning over him, smiling some lopsided mischievous smile. But as reality returned, logic pointed out that it had been nothing more than a dream.

I, uh...

I don’t even have anything to say here

I present this passage without comment, because I am unable to