Endless List of otps - Nyota Uhura & Spock Uhura: “I thought you had to finish the mission report.” Spock: “I do, but I find it more pleasing to engage with you socially.” Uhura: “You old romantic.”
Zachary Quinto for DuJour Magazine, October 2020
thefearlessgenius reblogged
Music in Film: Star Trek (2009) dir. J.J. Abrams Original score by Michael Giacchino
all i do is sit and think about imaginary but extremely detailed romantic scenarios
thefearlessgenius reblogged
Why did I waste 2 hours of my life making this video? Because I can. BEHOLD.
thefearlessgenius reblogged
wow can’t believe jupiter is actually trans <3
thefearlessgenius reblogged
Star Trek TOS: a summary
Bonus:
thefearlessgenius reblogged
@polerr
thefearlessgenius reblogged
“We have to go back. We can’t just leave it there.”
starter | @thefearlessgenius @ultimatecosmicjoke
"It is certainly an appealing notion,” he responds softly, peering at what could be the last known piece of his homeworld within the muted blue glow of the PADD she’d placed atop his desk. The artifact is primal, primordial, and reminiscent of Vulcan history and the Time of Awakening. And as he stared at the artifact, he was staring directly at... home. It almost smears the imagination, as if he could feel the red grit of Vulcan’s dirt on his fingertips once again. It left him feeling somewhat raw... and while he could also feel the faint echo of Nyota’s enthusiasm and concern for its recovery, it goes without question that his feelings mirrored hers. Despite feeling particularly raw at the image, he wouldn’t allow his feelings to bubble beyond his usually sturdy surface of stoicism. Rising from his seat, “Very well. Allow me a moment to inform the Captain. Thank you, Lieutenant.”
thefearlessgenius reblogged
schntgais-deactivated20160706
The only emotion I wish to convey is gratitude.
schntgais: The only emotion I wish to convey is gratitude.
thefearlessgenius reblogged
“If we bond, you will be mine and I will be yours. You will be mine because in my Time I must have you and only you. I will be yours because you will hold my life in your hands. Should you reject me then, I will die.”
— Male Vulcan to his mate during in bonding..
thefearlessgenius reblogged
— if the other planets lived nearby.
thefearlessgenius reblogged
“I believe you are mistaken. There is no one… but you. While I would never insinuate continuing a courtship that you are no longer interested in, I will leave it at this: you deserve to be happy.”
The hour is late, he’s regretful, and she looks absolutely beautiful. He wants to let her step into him, silently beckoning as he cranes his head low and touches their foreheads together in a routine they’ve seamlessly implemented without effort. The action, however, would rekindle countless memories of a time when their lives were less… chaotic and designated to their duties. Instead, Spock simply keeps his hands to himself, resting uniformly at his side.
“And although I did not wish for this outcome, I still find the prospect of a lyre duet with you particularly enjoyable. After all, you have learned to play almost perfectly.”
“What I deserve is honesty. You shouldn’t have hidden this from me.” Her lips press into a thin line, a habit followed consistently with anger.
Silence hangs. She’s confused and he’s bold; He has countered their break-up with a date. Unsure how to react, she directs her gaze to those dark brown eyes as he towers above her, her features exposing an unfiltered response to his words—astonishment. There is confidence in his stance and in those all too human eyes. If there is disappointment, she cannot find it. It could be that he knows no matter what happens between them, they’ll be together in the end, a fact which she wrestled with. She’s not playing games, but she doesn’t know how to handle this situation. He shared himself and his custom with another. It should be motivation enough to end what they could have had. She felt betrayed.
“Spock, are you asking me out on a date?” She speculates if he is going to suggest more lessons in order to spend time together. An excuse to be near her. After all, she plays it almost perfectly. It was impossible that she was reading him incorrectly; She knew him.
@thefearlessgenius @ultimatecosmicjoke
“I have offended you. I am... sorry, Nyota,” he confesses, the ringing silence still blatantly noticeable to his hypersensitive hearing in the quiet confines of his office in the science division hub. He needed to give her an answer.
It’s times such as these that he must defer to his mother’s guidance when dealing with interpersonal relationships, and so with a thick swallow, he allows the human part of him to come through. “Throughout the extent of our courtship, I have grown exceptionally fond of our time together, a time for which I am immeasurably grateful. However, it would appear you have misinterpreted my intentions. Your ability to play the Vulcan Lyre is quite beautiful—-near perfection. I simply desired to assist you in attaining its mastery.”
thefearlessgenius reblogged
“To New Vulcan or Africa?” She knows the answer, but wants to hear the words tumble from his own lips. It’s important to her, given the rough patch they are facing. She still loves him. Her mahabubu.
cont.| @thefearlessgenius
Instinctively, his head cranes low as she inches closer to his body, dark eyes slowly falling beneath chocolate-dank lashes to study her lips. Soft, plump, and always inviting. The tiniest hint of a smirk tugs at the left corner of his mouth, thick fingers curling around her palm. He has a tendency to neglect taking time-off from his duties, as his necessity for rest is not as demanding as the rest of the crew, but Uhura could be quite persuasive.
“Africa... if you are amenable. It would be remarkably pleasing to see your homeland. Would you prefer to assume the liberties to organize our travels as you wish?”
