Over the past few days my sister and I have been doing very important research; we looked up the ages of all of the Star Trek characters. Quite possibly one of the most nerdy things I have spent my time doing, but, the results are quite interesting in some cases. So here you go tumblr.
*note: all of these ages were calculated using either birth years found on memory alpha or memory beta, so they may not be 100% correct, but I tried to be as accurate as possible.*
DS9: Sisko-37 Kira-26 Jadzia-28 Ezri-21 Dax (symbiont)- 351(born in 2018!!! Guys that is pretty soon) Bashir-28 O’Brien-41 Odo- 32 (based on date he was first found) Quark- unknown (no recorded DOB) Jake-14 Worf-32
Voyager: Janeway-36 Chakotay-42 Tuvok-107 Tom-25 B’Elanna-25 Harry-22 The Doctor-0 (Activation date) Kes-1 Neelix-34 7 of 9-21 (however she spent time in a Borg maturation chamber)
Enterprise: Archer-39 T’Pol-63 Trip-30 Phlox-Unknown Reed-29 Hoshi-22 Travis-25 Porthos-Unknown, but at least 2 years old
Go forth with the newfound knowledge you have gained!
Hey, Bones, are you gonna write me into one of your medical records?
How could I not?
When you do, make sure you describe the musculature right. Cause this isn’t just endurance work—there was a lot of strength training to get here. You wanna use words like “rippling” or “ripped.” “Ripped” is good.
Hmm… Captain Kirk’s belly was prone to rippling after every meal. He rarely wore shirts as they ripped under the strain.
“Sorry Swan, I didn’t just put that cabinet there, it’s been in place since I moved in.”
The leg pressed against his side digs a bit into his ribs and he chuckles, giving his best friend a cocky smirk as she rubs at the back of her head she’s just slammed into his upper cabinet after a too hearty laugh. They’re both a little tipsy, teetering closer over the edge into drunk with each pass of the bottle of rum between them. Said bottle is in his hand now and he twirls the brown liquid around, wondering how many sips they have left and if it’s really a good idea for Emma to be sitting on the counter in her current state.
“Shit, I hear Ruby. Killian, do me a favor?”
Not looking up from the bottle he merely nods, knowing there is very little in the world he won’t agree to do for Emma Swan.
“Eyes up here, sailor, this is important.”
Her green eyes are wide and imploring and his hand wraps around her knee in support of whatever distress has suddenly come over her.
“What is it, love?”
“Ruby is desperate to pair me up and mentioned bringing someone with her tonight for me to meet. I’m really not in the mood. Or interested. Can we…you know…pretend for just a minute…to…you know…”
A cold sweat breaks out beneath his flannel, his heart both breaking and doubling in time at the suggestion of pretending to “you know” with the woman sitting beside him. He’s wanted to “you know” with Emma for longer than he can remember, so it won’t take much on his part to sell the idea. He can’t help but feel lost at her wanting to pretend.
“But Ruby knows we’re just friends, so won’t she smell bullshit a mile away?”