#shrarcher

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The gay content from most of Star Trek is not in the actual text, but you need to think like a Starfleet officer and scan with a subtext field detector

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I really wanna see the Enterprise Crew and Shran in Tomodachi Life. But I don't want to play, don't want to buy it, and probably don't even have the creativity to make them. But in my head it would be amazing. Also same sex couples can have children. I could have a tiny shrancher baby and there would be a possibility that it would grow up with an Ushaan-Tor. I want to see it so bad😭😭😭😭just imagine that bathroom shot a tiny blue baby Ushaan-Tor in hand running around 😭😭😭🥲😭🥲or a tiny tripol baby that's just talking about logic all the time. I waaaaant iiiiiit😭😭😭😭

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JULIAN BASHIR/ELIM GARAK VS JONATHAN ARCHER/SHRAN

JULIAN BASHIR/ELIM GARAK

JONATHAN ARCHER/SHRAN

Voting ended onJun 16, 2025

ROUND TWO

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Mister Garak and Commander Shran, reporting for cutie duty!

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What’s in a Name?

The mess hall was dim and quiet as T’Pol sat with a cup of tea and some light reading.

“May I join you?” Trip inquired somewhat unnecessarily as he approached with a mug and a plate.

“Please,” she gestured to the seat beside her and set her PADD aside on the table with an inquisitive glance at his plate.

“Peach pie with vanilla ice cream,” he explained. “It tastes like home and summer to me. You wanna try a bite?”

She eyed the dessert again, “No, thank you.”

Trip took a bite and closed his eyes, “Oh, that is good.”

“So, I just heard Hoshi and Travis arguing about whether Shrancher or Shrarcher is a better name for the captain and Shran.”

T‘Pol frowned slightly, “Is it not rather unseemly to gossip about the captain’s private life?”

“Well, for one thing, the ship of secrecy has long since sailed.” For emphasis, he gestured with his pie-laden fork, sending a few crumbs of pastry tumbling to the plate below, “And they ain’t on it. We didn't even bother assigning Shran guest quarters this time.”

T’Pol didn’t look completely convinced.

“And anyway, they weren't really gossiping; nobody’s speculating about how they spend their time alone or anything. They were just giving them a nickname. Think of it as one of those quirky human ways of showing support for our friends.”

He took another bite of pie while she considered that.

“I’m learning toward Shrarcher - sounds like hot sauce,” Trip grinned. “How ‘bout you?”

T’Pol looked at him thoughtfully for a few beats and ventured, “Perhaps ‘Jonashran’?”

He set his fork down and pushed the plate toward her slightly, nodding slowly in appreciation, “Jonashran. Huh. Not bad. I like that.”

He sipped his coffee and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, “What about us? You know, hypothetically?”

“You mean, what would you and I be called if - hypothetically - we were engaged in a romantic relationship?” she asked with a raised brow.

He nodded.

She picked up his fork and delicately gathered a bite of pie onto it.

“T&T,” T’Pol said decisively before popping the bite into her mouth.

“Ooh, sounds explosive,” he waggled his brows. “Nice.”

She slowly withdrew the fork from her mouth and set it back down, “It seems appropriate. Hypothetically.”

“Hypothetically,” Trip agreed. “You got a little …”he pointed vaguely toward his own lips.

She licked the drop of ice cream off her bottom lip, “Better?”

“Uh, yeah.” He leaned in toward her, “You wanna get out of here?”

She casually sipped the last of her tea, “I believe we’re finished here.”