It’s very comforting to know that I’ll live to see Star Trek’s 100th anniversary. Keep the fandom alive, fellas! ;)

Spirk teen AU, strict boarding school.

“I got in trouble - everyday. I didn’t care. We lived in our heads, Spock and I.

Among the stars and far away planets. Just the two of us, we knew we didn’t belong… we were crazy.”

Consider the Following: A brief history of the original series

I’m going to make this as brief as I can.

Spock is a Vulcan and Kirk’s human, they compliment eachother perfectly. Kirk is the emotion, and Spock is the logic. 

Over the years they get to know eachother, they grow fond of eachother. They’re together for 5 years and become best friends and even more, but the mission ends. Spock goes to get Kolinahr, to remove all his emotions.

He feels ashamed of his love for Jim. However he soon realizes his emotions are beautiful, and he does not want to be cold and lifeless. 

They love eachother Kirk, and Spock, they realize this. They are soulmates, T'hy'la.

Then Spock dies, and Kirk is hopeless. He “left his noblest half” on genesis. He can not bear this, so he risks everything he’s ever known. His son dies, he gets demoted, and his ship, his god damn ship. He lost his ship, the thing that he said “nothing was more important than.”

Spock is back, however he can not remember all his years with Jim, he is cold and lonely, as he never wanted to be. Yet the first thing he can recognize, of all the things he’s ever known, he remembers Jim’s name.

“Jim, your name is Jim.”

kirk smiles, he can not believe it. 3 months pass by, ad even though there is still the old Spock in there, he still seems cold.

They go on a mission back to old San Francisco, and Spock begins to remember why he loved Kirk, as if they fell in love all over again.

And at the end of the movie, this cold and emotionless Vulcan realizes that he is not alone

He’ll always have Kirk by his side.

Their love turns deep, they are plain and simply soulmates. 

When Sybok was showing Spock, and McCoy their fear, and removing it from them, Kirk did not want Sybok to show him his biggest fear.

Losing Spock again. 

He couldn’t bare to see it, and said that “his fears made him who he was.”

“I lost a brother once,” he says, “I’m lucky I got him back.”

Because Spock makes him who he is, they are apart of eachother. Two connected and bonded souls that no one can come between.

And when Kirk dies, Spock is alone. He is now in a universe where he has to watch Spock with Uhura, and watch the new Jim go by through life. But in eveything he does, he’ll never forger the life Kirk gave him.

Now look me in the eye. How the fuck is that not a love story?

Maybe Kirk and Spock aren’t lovers, no they aren’t. They’re more than that. There is no word to describe their being perfectly, this love is too deep and genuine for a word to label.

to end, a quote from Gene Rodenberry himself:

“I definitely designed it as a love relationship…That was the relationship I tried to draw. I think I also tried to draw a feeling of belief that very few of us are complete unto ourselves. It’s quite a lovely thing…where two halves make a whole.”

Ka akoma nga ata qe pyesin veten pse vajzat shqiptare kane vetbesim te ulet, epo me lejoni t'ju qartesoj mendimet.
Nese nje vajze vishet ekstravagante, eshte “rruspie”. Nese vishet sportive, eshte “djale”.
Nese nje vajze ve makijazh eshte “fallco”, nese nuk ve eshte e “shemtuar”.
Nese nje vajze eshte e holle quhet “kocke e lekure”, nese eshte e mbushur quhet “boluce”.
Nese nje vajze eshte e gjate quhet “steke bilardoje”, nese eshte e shkurter, “xhuxhe”.
Nese ti le mesazhet seen eshte kurve, nese te kthen pergjigje eshte perseri kurve.
Nese ka nota te keqija eshte “e trashe”, nese ka nota te mira eshte “peshkope”.
Nese rri me djem quhet kucke, nese nuk rri quhet e prapambetur.
Nese del quhet “e levizur”, nese rri ne shpi quhet “vajze mamaje”.
Nese nuk ka gjoks dhe te pasme quhet “drras”, nese ka gjoks quhet “lope”.
Ne nje shoqeri ku cdo karakteristike e mundshme njerezore e ka nga nje epitet vulgar vajzat qe besojne fort ne vetvete jane per tu pershendetur.
Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down

Dear Captain James Tiberius Kirk,

We regret to inform you that Carol Markus has passed away. Upon the reading of her will it has been discovered that you are the Father of the young minor Timothy Markus. Included are the enterprises rerouting and timeline so you can return to earth to address this situation. Temporary care has been provided for the minor but haste is required. The situation albeit surprising has been double checked for validity. Your presence is requested to determine the fate and care of the minor due to no other suitable guardians stepping forward. It should be noted you were a last resort in the late Carol Markus’ will so your decisions have as specified a thirty day contestable period before anything can be finalized. Why starfleet has become involved to provide you with the sufficient time to do what is necessary. 

Starfleet command

James has reread the letter, memo.. order at least a dozen times in the last ten minutes. All he has been able to manage in way of response is just numb. He’d know Carol had requested to leave starfleet and to assist via a quiet desk job on earth after all that happened with Khan, but Kirk could never have guessed this was why. He’d never thought twice over her leaving because thats what lots of women do when they are tired of him or he tires of them. It was normal. Now, now he wishes it wasn’t.

He would have chased after her, found answers he would never have now. Carol was gone. 

Jim slams his fist on the table as anger and grief take him. How could she, how could any of the other people she requested for Timothy just leave him in the lurch like this. Timothy Markus was alone and had been alone well his mother died in a hospital. No one knowing to call him because Carol was a stubborn woman and had made up her mind. He was the last of the last resorts and isn’t it just disgusting he was getting called. No one stepped up for this poor kid when he needed them too. James wouldn’t let that continue.

He slams his fist against the desk again before burying his face into his hands pointer fingers and thumbs banishing his tears as the pushed out to his temples. He rubbed small circles there to relieve the gnawing headache because he couldn’t keep reading the letter. He had things to do and little boy to meet. He inhales a deep and long sigh before pushing the comms button, “Commander Spock,” his voice cracks because how he wanted to talk to his commander in private. Without the hats of their stations firmly in place.

He clears his throat forcing himself to wear the burden his rank requires of him, “I’ve received a new route for the enterprise please adjust our course.” He quickly forwards the transmission to Spock and then adds, “and join me in my quarters so I can brief you on the specifics.” He could have just sent the route adjustments but Kirk needed Spock to know. Needed his… his SO to pick up the slack he would inevitably leave in his wake right now. Hopefully Spock would hurry to his side.

Jim takes his finger off tech comms button and looks round his officer quarters. They felt small despite being the biggest quarters on the enterprise. He felt like the walls were closing in on him because he was a father. Not just a father though, he was a jackass father who was never there. For all the kid knew James had abandoned him. Thats when the unbearable panic sets in because he couldn’t be a father, how could he possibly do this?