felsefe hocam ‘bi adamın bi kadını sevmesi güzelliğiyle/zekasıyla alakalı değil. o kadından zekisi yok mu? tabiki de var. daha güzeli yok mu? çok var. bunların hepsi parametre. böyle şeylerle ölçülmez sevgi. adamın tamda o kadını sevmesi anlatılmayacak şeylerle alakalı.neden onu sevdiğini aslında kendi de bilmez, anlatamaz çünkü. dilimiz sevgi gibi büyük şeyleri anlatmaya uygun değil. kelimelerle değil, sembollerle anlatılır bu. mesela bi gül verir kadına, o gül zaten her şeyi anlatır’ demişti.

[22/07/17] - finished the first week of my last ever term of school, I can’t believe how fast time is flying but I actually don’t want it to because now we’re edging even closer to the hsc and trials which are in 9 days!!!!! today I edited my major work which is due in 4 weeks, and did some maths trial papers (what is parametrics lmao)

@rootenist - I just reblogged your contest post (@tootenist) and I was wondering if you could do a fic where Spock and his s/o are on a diplomatic mission but the place they were going gets attacked and they get separated. Spock has to try and find her before whoever attacked them does. (If I did the contest thing wrong just ignore this 😅)

Word Count: 2544
Author’s Note: I took some liberties, and Spock and reader aren’t actually in a relationship. Yet ;) Also, I couldn’t find a definitive confirmation of the Vulcan word I used actually being canon, but I used it anyhow. And finally, this fic kinda got away from me, and is longer than anticipated. I’m sure you are all very disappointed in that. Uh, also, totally made up the aliens because sometimes new aliens are the easiest to vilify.

“I’m still not quite sure what we’re doing?” You asked as you fastened your safety belt in the shuttle.

“The Creatotians are extremely literal. They do not understand analogy, or symbolism at all. Jim assigned me to be the negotiator for the peace treaty between the two factions that are warring on Creatotia. He did not want to risk an agreement that was not clearly understood by both sides,” Spock explained.

“I know, I get that,” you replied. “What I don’t get is why I have to come?”

“You are the woman on board I am most comfortable with, and I am in need of a spouse,” Spock explained. You choked and stared at him.

“What?” You sputtered.

“Obviously, Y/N, we are not wed,” Spock clarified. “But the Creatotians were very clear about the parametres of what made an acceptable negotiator. And mated was one of the specifications. As I was qualified in all the other areas, the captain chose to blur the lines, so to speak, and hope they do not notice we are not, in fact, a couple.”

“So I fake being your wife, and we can be off this rock quickly?” You asked. Spock nodded slightly.

“That is the idea, Ashayem,” he agreed. “I am uncertain about how much the Creatotians know about Vulcans, but you should know that we are not as physically affectionate as humans.”

“I’ve been working with you for months now, Spock,” you countered. “I’d figured that out. But what about affectionate nicknames?”

“No.” Spock’s response was immediate. You laughed.

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