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Mr Spock is speaking the truth

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OH MY TITAN!!!!!

Official Owl House Funko Pops releasing soon

absolutely beautiful. i’m trying not to cry again haha

Spock knew he was dying. It was, he supposed, quite inevitable. In truth, he was surprised that death had not claimed him much sooner; there had been many instances throughout his life and career when it had seemed inescapable.

Now, however, it would be time that would claim him.

All told, it was a significant improvement upon his last death, trapped within the Enterprise's warp core. Though his bones ached with age, his flesh did not burn with radiation, and his vision remained quite clear. He hurt, yes, and was cold, but he was not in agony.

However...

The last time he had died, pressed up against the glass, he had not had to face it alone. Jim had been with him, as had Doctor McCoy and Mr. Scott. He had been unable to touch them - and indeed he had wanted to, had wished quite illogically for the glass to fall away and allow him to tumble into Jim's arms - but they had still been there, at his side.

He was a Vulcan, and so perhaps it should have been inconsequential, but he was old now, and sentimental.

He could not help but want.

And then, as though a breath had passed through the room, Spock sensed a change.

Suddenly, without any fanfare at all, Jim stood at his side, smiling warmly down at him. He looked just as young as he did when Spock had seen him last, before he had been swept away by the Nexus and held away from him for so many long decades. He was, thought Spock, so beautiful.

If this was an illusion, it was a welcome one.

When Jim's hands clasped his own, they felt real, somehow, soft and warm against his chilled flesh, and Spock gripped back with all the strength he could muster. Illusion though it may be, Spock would savor it.

Jim, he wanted to say, how I have missed you, but his voice was well beyond him. To even try would be an exercise in futility. Kaiidth. Perhaps it was for the best. It would not do to frighten his doctors by speaking to a hallucination.

Still, he allowed himself to look, drinking in Jim's appearance like a man parched. It had been so very long since they had been together, and Spock could find no shame in taking advantage of his situation. He was dying, and if an illusion was the only way he could have the company of his husband, he would accept it without question. It felt like Jim, and it looked like Jim, and that was enough for him.

To his other side, a light began to bloom. Sunrise. He had not expected to make it to this sunrise. Memories, long cherished, of watching alien sunrises with Jim bubbled up in his mind, and a sigh fell from his lips.

Oh, how he had missed him! And now, at his very last sunrise, Jim was back with him, hands holding his.

Yes, this was by far an improvement on his previous death.

With some effort, he turned his head towards the sun. Jim, too, turned to face it, and together they watched, as they had so very many times before. It was peaceful. Wonderful.

He did not know how long he lay there, gazing at the rising sun, Jim's hand still in his, before the change became apparent to him: breath no longer stirred in his chest, and his heart no longer beat in his side. Gone, too, was the ache of time that had so suffused him these last years.

And yet, the sun still shone before him, and Jim's hands were still warm against his own.

He blinked, wondering.

"Jim," he whispered, and the name fell with shocking ease from his lips. Cautiously, he pulled himself to a sitting position, and his form moved more smoothly than it had in many years as he turned to meet Jim's eyes once more. "Jim."

"Hello, Mister," Jim replied.

Jim beamed at him, that beloved face warm with affection. The barest hint of sadness lingered at the edges of his eyes, and Spock's hand raised almost of its own accord, brushing lightly over his cheek.

"You grieve," he murmured. "Why?"

Jim just smiled, leaning into Spock's touch. "Illogical, I know," he said, a light puff of laughter escaping his chest. "I only - well. It isn't pleasant to watch you die, peaceful though it was. And, while I'm terribly pleased to see you again, I can't help but feel sorry. Death is - quite permanent, most of the time. I'm afraid no strange Vulcan rituals will be bringing you back, this time around."

Spock understood. Gently, he threaded his fingers into Jim's hair. "I confess that I am relieved by that," he admitted, cherishing the feeling of Jim beneath his touch. "I would not wish to be taken from you once again, so soon after arriving."

Something honey-warm softened in Jim at that, his eyes alight with a deep fondness.

"You sweet talker, you," he said, squeezing gently at the hand still within his grasp. Then, something almost tentative crept into his face. "Spock," he started, eyeing him cautiously, "I know it's been... quite some time, for you. But - to say it bluntly, I still love you. If you've moved on, I'll never mention it again, but-"

Illogical, Spock thought, silencing Jim's words quite suddenly with his lips. Jim melted against him easily, and for a long moment they did nothing but kiss, breathing into one another as they traded touches. When Spock finally pulled away, Jim looked almost kiss-drunk, lips swollen and eyes besotted.

"I suppose that's my answer, then," Jim chuckled, squeezing Spock's hands again.

"Indeed," Spock replied, allowing his eyes to crinkle with some of the delight which pumped through his veins. Gently, he rubbed his nose against Jim's, then pulled back again.

"I'm glad." Jim looked at Spock for a moment, and then glanced down at the bed he still sat upon. "I'll admit, I expected you to have more questions."

"I have surmised that I am dead, and that you are here," Spock said. "Anything further seemed unimportant, for time time being."

Another huff of laughter escaped Jim. "Imminently logical, Mister Spock," he teased. Spock merely inclined his head in response.

Jim stood, and pulled Spock with him, rising from the bed. Disconcertingly, he could see his own body laid out beneath him, eyes closed in death, but then Jim leaned in to press a brief kiss to his cheek, and it was forgotten.

"Well, suffice to say, it seems there's some kind of afterlife. It might be a part of the Nexus, believe it or not." Gently, he tugged Spock along as he started walking, linking their arms together "I'm not the only one who's been waiting for you, I'll have you know," he said, an almost impish smile playing at his lips. "You'll have quite the greeting party, I'm sure. I think Bones has been saving up gripes just for you."

A smile found its way to Spock's face, and he did not try to stop it. He had Jim in his arms once again, and soon he would see their friends. But, before they could continue, Spock pulled lightly at Jim's arm, stopping him.

"Jim?" he said. "I am glad you were with me."

For a moment, Jim looked at him, clearly surprised. Then, an expression which shone like the sun spread across his face. He stepped forwards, enclosing Spock in a hug. Spock went willingly, tucking his face into the crook of Jim's neck.

"I am, too."

I’m sobbing because of 765874: Unification. There was no dialogue but everything spoke for itself and that is something I can respect.

I’ve always loved details, and it was definitely FILLED with those.

I won’t be able to not think about it for the next month and a half and might start crying at 3:00 AM in a week or so.

petition for tribbles to be allowed on the ship

What if we were to hypothetically build a little enclosure for the Tribble. What if, in this entirely fictional scenario, we promised to take really good care of the Tribble?

No.

i never thought of this before but yes?? that’s literally them??

I can’t explain it but they’re like Scooby and shaggy to me

this made me laugh so much more than it should’ve

1 second of every star trek tos episode enjoy

Please reblog so others can participate

Find a link to the other polls here

Episodes that won so hard they automatically get to go to the finale under the cut:

Amok Time Here & Here

The Doomsday Machine Here & Here

heathers x star trek is an insane crossover

Sarek in The Search For Spock

this is amazingly beautiful

Hi. I finally finished the Spirk comic set to Johnny Cash's Hurt I have been working on for a month. If you want to, please enjoy and leave some nice words :) thank you.

CW for: blood, self-harm, spoilers for anything TOS, death

HURT

There is a part 2! Please consider reblogging and reading the whole comic :)

this fills me with such joy

What I think TOS crew Instagram accounts would look like:

Bones:

Less then 1K followers. Private account. A lot of selfies or him being in a company, a lot of selfies with Kirk, bad pictures of Spock, random pictures of medical equipment. Sometimes snaps of landscapes. Active on stories.

Argues in the comments on scientific and moral topics (he’s usually right).

Has 2 secret accounts: Dolly Parton fan account, with a huge amount of followers. Other one is reviews of drinks, bars and clubs of different planets, also big amount of followers.

Spock:

A lot of followers (think 11K). Posts rarely, so account doesn’t really grow. Very beautiful photos of the landscapes and portraits of crewmen. A lot of candid pictures of Kirk. Sometimes posts some harp music. Doesn’t post his face for privacy.

Kirk:

Big influencer amount of followers (think of hundreds of thousands or even a million since different panted have insta as well). Cares about feed’s aesthetic, which features a lot of space, stars and shiny disco balls. Posts videos where he tells of his adventures while doing “get ready with me” (usually makeup), regular outfit checks. Pictures Spock made of him, information of interviews, articles, him with famous interplanetary politicians and celebreties, etc.

The only photos of people without him in the picture as well are with Spock (with some cheesy captions), and of Bones, with funny captions. Always pins Bones’ comments. Reposts Spock’s pictures in stories. Doesn’t know why Dolly Parton fan account follows him. Follows Bones’ review account without knowing it is Bones, recommends Bones’ recommendations to everyone, even to Bones. Tries to convince Spock to make a beauty account.

Scotty

Scotty does have an account, but does not post anything on it. Still managed to have 325 followers.

Chekov

Two accounts. Meme account and modeling. Meme account is pretty big, and it’s Russian memes. Modeling account is smaller then meme account but still big. Collaborates with big intergalactic brands. Doesn’t tell people about model account, meme account is Chekov’s proudest achievement.

Sulu

Cosplay. Botanics. Shitposts. Cosplay again. Comic cons (with Chekov). Flowers. Cosplay. Not a big amount of followers but not a small one.

Uhura

Amount of followers is slightly higher then Kirk’s. Makeup, outfits, singing, African culture. Spock leaves a lot of nice comments there. Uhura from time to time features Spock there to promote a makeup or to do makeup to each other. McCoy also gets featured especially “doing makeup to my friend” kind of videos, and is pretty popular among her fans, but he doesn’t accept follow requests. Feed aesthetic often changes, but always features bright colors and certain themes and color schemes.

i 100% agree with this

Perhaps it’s the aro/ace in me, but I have never seen the question of Kirk and Spock’s relationship as a question of having sex. I don’t really see that as relevant to them (besides maybe Pon Farr).

They love each other and whether they are romantically involved or not has always seemed more connected to their explicit acknowledgement of it rather than anything else.

I am not saying that they don’t have a physical relationship. I just kind of… don’t think about it as an important issue. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the innuendos and looks and touches in TOS and they are absolutely relevant to the interpretation of Kirk/Spock. I just see it as highly reductionist to present that conversation as being about sex rather than the deep love and partnership the two of them share.

And this has nothing to do with fanfiction and it’s not about edits or memes or headcanons. I think we should generally allow each other to interact with fiction the way it works for us. It’s more about the way society equates sex with romantic love when that just isn’t the case.

wdym i thought that’s how flirting normally is?

gay people never flirt normally it's always gotta be shit like this

I believe I have been called out

Pictured: Data calling in sick to work and obsessively reading WebMD running diagnostics because he lost one (1) video game.

i see no difference

basically the same picture

Rate the dokis or else... no cupcakes or tea.

1-Yuri

2-Sayori

3-Natsuki

4-Monika

I never thought about taking a stab at rating the girls, hehe… (this pun is a pun i will make until i die)

(is this what you meant by rate? i’ve seen multiple ways to ‘rate’ characters and i am mildly confused lol)

friendly reminder to make sure humpback whales don’t go extinct to save 23rd century earth

i’m genuinely wondering if the parallel here is intentional or not.

it’s such a good detail.

It’s true that those are some great ones

Reblog if your favorite Star Trek TOS episode is NOT, I repeat NOT "The City on the Edge of Forever", "Amok Time" or "The Tholian Web"! I need to know I'm not the only one who thinks there are other episodes that deserve to be favorite episodes!

Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan spoilers!

I watched TWoK for the first time today.

It’s also the first time I cried when watching a movie.

I got spoiled one time, and knew Spock was going to die.

I later learned that it was going to be in TWoK.

Yet even with that knowledge, something about this scene, and the scenes following it, just hurts. (That’s great writing, of course)

Spock, Kirk and McCoy’s friendship is something that has warmed my heart since I started watching Star Trek. It’s such a special bond.

To see it affected in such a way…

One of my best friends reminds me of Spock, so to associate that person so strongly to him definitely helped invoke an emotional reaction from me.

“I have been—and always shall be—your friend”

Man, did that line hit hard.

the animal jam soundtrack is amazing

it is always somewhere in the back of my mind

I am Amira from Gaza🍉. The war destroyed everything I own. I lost my father, my home, my job, and my university. I can't bear any more. Could you please donate or share my story to help protect us 🙏?

I am sorry that you are experiencing such tragedy. I currently am unable to donate, but I would if I could. I will be sure to spread the word ❤️

I love this so much

crushes ...........

reading wikipedia pages is fun.

death by vending machine, the gay and lesbian kingdom of the coral sea islands, kirk/spock…

i recommend it

i had a bad day so THIS was the exact type of thing I needed to learn about lol

I'M LOSING MY MIND what is the point of "dig in there mr. spock" ? why did they write that??? spock regularly gives jim massages? in public? on the bridge???WHAT? whY? why does he stop her when he realizes it's NOT spock???? it's somehow more professional that way?! was it for laughs?? IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY!!!! WHY!!!!

The Trouble With Tribbles, The Naked Time and, I have no idea why the the next one, Dagger of the Mind.

Reblog if your favorite Star Trek TOS episode is NOT, I repeat NOT "The City on the Edge of Forever", "Amok Time" or "The Tholian Web"! I need to know I'm not the only one who thinks there are other episodes that deserve to be favorite episodes!

I watched Star Trek: The Motion Picture for the first time and it somehow solidified my adoration for Kirk/Spock even more (I didn’t even think that was possible)

THIS SPECIFIC SCENE, man.

I have a hard time seeing it through a fully platonic lens.

The look that they had in their eyes…

I wish I could just put my thoughts into words!!

say anything by girl in red is just a great song.

it gives me this nice warm feeling inside.

say anything is also a really good movie, so it’s a great combo!

the song is literally food for the ears

I'M THE MEAT FAIRYY

PLEASE PAY RENT. YOU ARE EATING MY DRYWALL AT AN ALARMING PACE.