mine:new trek

i wonder what the statistics are at star fleet academedy? like whats the student to teacher ratio, the acceptance rate, the drop out rate, the number of required corses for each track,what is the ratio for shirts, like can u be undeclared?,what happens if you ur like a plant guy do u still have to take a fighting class, is it is like the military, why are there uniforms, what happens when u wanna quit, do you sign a contract? whats the tuition? can u get scholarships, has Jim ever TA’ed? how did spock become a teacher, is bones actually allowed to graduated even though he wasent on an accelerated track like kirk, do u have to have on campus housing. is there a system like ratemyprofessor in the future. what sat and act do you need? can u transfer in from a comunnity college? is it a grad school? can it be undergrad? is it almost strictly miltary? can u do the thing like the military that if u stay for so long they pay for ur college? are there classes that have nothing to do with space?? is there a theater troupe?? IS THERE A BAND?? the the royal marines band (thats a thing right?) what kind of clubs are there,i bet there is an anime club.ARE THERE FRATS? i have so many questions

theworrierqueen  asked:

Kiss meme. 19 Scotty and Jaylah (if you'd like) or a ship of your choosing

“Aye, I can see that you’ve been settlin’ in quite nicely here Lassie” he remarked leaning against the doorway of Jaylah’s dorm at Starfleet Academy. She’d been sending him reports and they’d been communicating through subspace transmissions, but as she was getting an award he felt it important to not only attend along with the crew, but personally stop by to see her afterwards.

“Montgomery Scotty!” she cried out, fiercely jumping into his quite unready arms as she hugged him tightly. She’d seen the crew during the ceremony and waved, being told several times to obey the Starfleet code of conduct. She held him time taking a moment to enjoy the feeling before pulling back.

“They give me these metal things..I like the way they look, but I don’t want to wear it” she smiled pulling back as she took the medals off and placed them in their cases.

“Ye don’ hafta but it’s right impressive. Both a J.Bruce award and a Campbell? You’ve got quite the future in Engineering if tha’s what ya want” he spoke watching as she turned and almost bounced back to him, eager to stay in his prescence.

“I know nothing of this J. Campbell Bruce..they give me these because I am good at Engineering” she paused realizing that he’d known that already since he was there. “You have to leave soon again? In your house…your ship” she stated not wanting to allow him to depart.

“We’ve only got a short window of time, but..there’s no need to be misty eyed, I’m sure I c’n persuade Jim to” he started to say but was taken off guard by the force of her body being slammed against his. He wasn’t sure what to expect fully, but within minutes it was clear.

The kisses came off as a mix of desire and desperation, not that she was needy in any respect, but he could just feel that she wanted him to stay. He held onto her kissing her back not trying to tear away either. 

Jaylah’s hand’s weren’t busy, merely holding on to him as if for fear of letting go to loose him. She pulled back, eyes pleading with him, something he had only seen once before.

“Stay for a while Montgomery Scotty” she stated, thinking about saying more but stopped when he pulled her back to him.

“I’ll give it all I’ve got” he said with a small joke before returning his attention to her.

Why did you come before this council today? Was it to satisfy your emotional need to rebel?
— 

Vulcan Council President

This is by far my favourite and most hated line in Star Trek. Favourite, because it broadly encapsulates everything Spock had to go through as a half-human living on Vulcan (and would continue having to go through had he gone to the science academy). And most hated because it’s just awful

Spock went to the council with every intention of joining the Vulcan science academy and spending the rest of his life on Vulcan in proper Vulcan fashion. Despite everything he went through as a child, despite all the strange looks and the teasing and the micro-aggressions that told him, clear as day, that Vulcans thought of him as lesser, Spock still believed that if he proved he was as good as everyone else on Vulcan - better, even - that he would finally be accepted and everyone would put their prejudices about his human nature behind him. 

And then, while congratulating him, the Vulcan Council President says to him “It is truly remarkable, Spock, that you have achieved so much despite your disadvantage”. And for the first time, Spock realises that they will never change the way they see him. That it doesn’t matter how hard he worked to prove that his half-human side doesn’t make him lesser; that his mother isn't less than Vulcans just because she’s human. All the Vulcans see is Spock overcoming some sort of disability. That his human side was holding him back, but he managed to overcome it. 

And that’s how they’re always going to see it. 

And so Spock rejects their offer, entirely because of their actions and their prejudices against him. And that is their response. “Was it to satisfy your emotional need to rebel”. Because even though it was their prejudice and their words and their insults and their opinions that humans are less than Vulcans, they still manage to make it Spock’s fault. They manage to make it Spock's human faults that he has rejected their offer. It’s not the way he has been and always will be treated; it’s because there’s something inherently wrong with him. 

And isn’t that just how the world works? A black person gets followed around every store they go into, and get cold looks and slurs used both behind their back and to their face. And when they finally snap and yell back, they’re being aggressive, because all black people are aggressive. Or when women get catcalled everywhere they go on the street in increasingly threatening ways. But as soon as she responds in anyway that’s less than polite, she’s being a bitch or she’s a man-hating feminist, and she should learn to take a “compliment”. 

This scene is such a perfect display of how the aggressor will go to any lengths to make a confrontation seem like the victim’s fault, no matter how despicable their behaviour or how justified their victim was in biting back. And you know that that word will follow Spock’s name around Vulcan society for years to come. There won’t be any mention of the hardships he faced as a half-human Vulcan. It’ll just be “He did it to rebel against the Vulcan Council. It’s because he’s so human.” Because in their eyes, it will always be his human faults that are to blame. 

Title: Unraveling

Author: AnnaKnitsSpock

Pairing: K/S AOS

Length: 34090

Content: NC-17

Summary: When the Enterprise receives a December assignment to accompany a Federation investigation on Tarsus IV, Jim is forced to confront not only the trauma he experienced there, but also his conflicted feelings about Christmas, his childhood, and his first officer.

Overall: GREAT AOS Tarsus fic with some nice personal touches. This is the same author of When Snow the Pasture Sheets (one of my faves) and this fic is just as good with just as much angst and beauty OH GOD and the way Spock and Kirk slowly get together and yeah, v good.

The “Star Trek” TV show was always more philosophically bent, as you were apt to point out. A lot of talking, not a lot of fighting. So George Lucas sees “Star Trek” and he goes, “I like the ‘Star.’ I don’t like the 'Trek’ so much. If we’re gonna go to space, let’s make a war.” So he turns “Star Trek” into “Star Wars”. Now J.J. Abrams, a big fan of “Star Wars” as a kid, grows up to make a “Star Trek” movie that is less like the “Star Trek” TV show. They don’t really philosophize in the J.J. “Star Trek” movie they’re just like, “Run, Spock! Things are dying!” It’s very active, very action-oriented. And based on doing that, they gave J.J. Abrams “Star Wars”. And we used to fight about which one was better, “Star Trek” or “Star Wars”, and now they’re the exact same thing, man.
—  –Kevin Smith, Comic Book Men

For lannsister, whose wonderful icon is Jim getting a hypospray injection <3

Jim hated going to medical, which was irrational, considering he landed himself there so regularly. What usually ended up happening was:

Step one: Jim went on an away mission and got injured doing some dashing heroic deed or contracted an illness from rolling around in sewage doing some undashing heroic deed.

Step two: Jim pretended he had been injured or contracted an illness on said away mission.

Step three: Jim tried to doctor himself with a combination of booze, Tylenol, and denial.

Step four: Jim got worse off than he would have been going to medical because he got an infection or fluid in his lungs.

Step five: Bones saw him staggering around and dragged him forcibly to his rooms, but only after Jim threatened him and pulled rank if he tried to take him to medical.

Step six: Bones ended up treating Jim in his rooms and locking him in them until he got better.

Enter step four of the process, to the point where Jim was too disoriented to walk three steps without falling over and giggling like a teenage Antican girl (which was really quite frightening, even by Leonard’s standards).

“Alright you damn lush, hold still.”

“Everything’s spinning, Bones.” The novelty had worn off the slightly befuddled Captain. Instead of sounding giggly, he now sounded nauseous.

“It’s your lack of electrolytes interacting with the pathogens of the virus.” McCoy looked at his kit. “I can fix that.” He fingered a vial of saline, picking up his hypospray with a falsely bright smile.

Jim groaned, trying to roll over and off the bed.

Leonard, expecting the move, jabbed the hypospray into the creamy skin of Jim’s thigh, knowing his femoral artery pumped right there. Just centimeters from the surface that Bones punctured so harshly.

Jim gave a strangled sort of half-yell half-whimper and clutched at his leg. “What are you try’na do, Bones? Kill me?”

“If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead. Stop whining.” He leaned back over his kit, selecting two vials of solution. One was an anti-inflammatory (he could already see the swelling starting at Jim’s joints), the other a mild sedative. He mixed half of each into a third vial.

Jim’s melodramatic groans were the soundtrack to his movements.

“One more, you big baby.”

“No, Bones, no, don’t you da-Ow!”

He’d gone for the neck this time, easily dodging Jim’s flailing arms.

Jim rolled over onto his face, obviously sulking as he muttered something about kissing it better.

Leonard rolled his eyes, unable to keep a smirk from his face. He leaned over Kirk’s stiff body and pressed his lips gently to the angry welt that the hypospray left.

Jim twisted his torso around with a grin.

Bones couldn’t help but smile a tiny bit at the childish grin that the younger man displayed. He was most open with his emotions when he was sick or drunk. Leonard leaned down again and kissed him again, this time on the lips. “For being such a good patient.” He murmured when he pulled away.

When he stood, Jim hitched his leg up, baring the welt left on his thigh from the first injection. “Aren’t you going to kiss this one better too?” He asked innocently.

McCoy snorted, shutting his case. “Don’t push your luck.“