The search for trekkies

Every 7 years I feel a sudden urge to watch a lot of Star Trek and since my dormant Star Trek-feelings have awakened this year, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to follow more Star Trek tumblrs. 

Reblog/like this if you post Star Trek (TOS, AOS, TNG, VOY, etc.) sometimes or all the time, so that I can follow you. That is if you want a geeky 20 year old woman to follow you. It would help me out a lot because I honestly need more of Shatner’s ripped shirts, Nimoy’s flawless makeup and Kelley’s cute face on my dash. Seriously though, DeForest Kelley was SO CUTE. SO. CUTE. God damn him and his little booty shake…

Spock Imagine- Injury

You know that moment when a person stars to feel sick, a light fuzzy feeling taking over their body. The become sluggish over time, everything around them going in slow motion. Being around the same person for a long time, you start to acquaint yourself with their various moods. The minute you start to feel sick or upset, Spock could immediately sense a change in you as if a light switch has flipped. Spock on the other hand has a whole different way of dealing with his physical feelings, and you aren’t always able to catch on right away. 

It started with him not talking as much as he normally does. Your normal banter with the Science Commander has diminished to light conversation. Something felt off but you couldn’t quite put your tongue on it. You silently observe him from the opposite side of the bridge. He zones out for a few seconds, eyes unfocusing from the screen they were so attached to moments ago. It’s as if his mind as escaped him for a brief moment. After he has returned to himself, you walk over to him. 

“Commander, may I have a word with you in private?” you ask. 

He nods and the two of you tread out of the room. A few people raise their eyebrow as you pass, but you were focused on Spock. Exiting the main room, you peer around the hallway for anyone around. Once the coast is clear you know you can be real with him for a brief moment. 

“Spock is everything okay?” you ask, your hand grazing his. 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” he says with bright eyes. 

“You just seem a little off today. You sure you are feeling well?” 

“I am well, just a lot to get done. Now if there isn’t anything further, I would like to return to the lab.” 

You send him a sly smile and allow him to go his own way. Not entirely convinced, you head off in search of Spock’s long time best friend Captain Kirk. Generally you are a well put together person, but when something goes on your mind you can’t focus. Checking every room for the winsome Captain, you can’t help but let your mind wander. Why is Spock being so weird?

“(y/n)?” you hear before crashing into a figure ahead of you. 

As you pull away out of embarrassment you feel two strong hands clamp around your upper arms. Your gaze meets the captain’s and he can immediately  sense that something is bothering you. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks trying to decipher your worries. 

“Yes and no. I’m fine, Spock on the other hand. He’s just not acting like himself. I’m sure everything is fine, I just worry. Have you been out with him lately?” you ask. 

“We went out a few days ago trying to find some samples. I don’t remember anything going wrong though.” 

“Alright. Well I’ll just keep a close eye on him. Thanks Captain.” 

“Anything (y/n).” he gives your arms a squeeze and a slight wink before he walks off. 

Returning to your spot in the lab, you examine your boyfriend’s behavior once again. This time his face seems a little more sunken in, and his actions are a bit lethargic. The pointed tips of his ears are a slight shade of green. Knowing that something is up, you walk over to him once again. 

“Commander Spock.” you approach him, sliding a gentle hand on his lower back. 

He slightly winces and you know you have found your problem. Not caring what everyone else would think, you pull him by the hand back into the hallway. He looks at you with wide eyes unable to process his thoughts. 

“Spock what is going on with your back?” you question.

“(y/n) it is not as bad as you think. If you would please give me a moment to explain.” he says defensively. 

Not allowing him to explain, you drag him once again only to sickbay where you are able to get a closer look. Pulling the curtain, you allow for some privacy despite the doctor’s curious inquiries about what was happening behind the curtain. Spock has given in that this point, knowing that he won’t be able to win this battle. You lift up the shirt of his uniform only to reveal a deep purple and green bruise on his side. A deep gash stretches across his fragile skin. 

“Spock.” you breath, running your finger lightly over the bruising. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I didn’t deem it necessary.” 

“This is something that needs to be tended to. This could have gotten infected. I think you need some stitches. Doc come here.” 

The doctor peeks behind the curtain with a cocked eyebrow. His expression drains when he sees the wound on his friend’s torso. 

“This is going to need stitches, wouldn’t you agree?” 

“Yeah I’d say so. How did this happen?” 

“That is classified information.” 

“Classified or not, you are still going to need stitches. Can you grab me a kit doc?” 

“You sure you want to do them?”

“Yes doctor. I am more than capable.”

The doctor hands you a sterile kit to stitch up your boyfriend’s wound. Occasionally you look up at him to see how he is tolerating the pain. Going back to the wound, you place a few stitches to hold the broken skin together. He pulls away slightly when you poke the needle through the deepest part. 

“Hey hold still!” you warn, wiggling the needle in your hands. 

once the stitches are done, you peel off your gloves and look at the sutures. Some of the color has drained from Spock’s face, that light green flushing his face. You sit next to him, grabbing onto his hand. 

“You need to tell me when you get hurt hun.” 

“Well (y/n), you are known for over reacting now and then. I did not want to draw attention.” 

“Spock. You goofball. That could have been serious.” 

“Lucky for you Spock, you have a smart girl on your hands who can take care of you.” Bones adds. 

You plant a light kiss on his cheek, showing him you aren’t mad at him. 

“From now on, you tell me when you get hurt. Okay?” 

“I was going to wait to give this to you, but now seems like a logical time to present this.” 

He digs in his pocket and pulls out a chain with a small blue gem on the end of it. The dazzling gem is encased by some metal wires, making it entirely unique. He places the necklace around you neck. 

“Spock it is beautiful!” you gasp. 

“I found the gem while out in the field. I thought you might enjoy it, so I had it made into a necklace for you.” 

“Thank you, I love it! But that doesn’t mean you aren’t in trouble!” 

You give him a slight wink before grabbing his hand again. You relationship is based off of trust and reliance, and you love him for that. Both of you need each other and think of each other in desperate times. 


Since I need to practice colour I’ve decide to practice it making fanart. This time, some Spocks. I’m not a big fan of star trek (I’ve been a Starwars fan since i was a toddler!) but I’ve really enjoyed the new star trek films, and since my bf is a declared trekkie, i’m entering the fandom in some way ^^U
Hope you like it!

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Reblog if you think Jim Kirk would be the best dad to a little girl.

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(cause i wanted to tag randomly some random ppl just cause. XD)

  • Braids her hair
  • helps her with her homework
  • tells her how to fight off any bullies that come her way
  • comforts her over friendship troubles
  • swings her around in his arms
  • throws her up in the air
  • jokes around with her
  • tucks her in at night
  • sing a lullaby at request. 
  • Snuggles with her in the bed, on the couch, wherever
  • tells her she can be anything she wants to be
  • protects her at all costs when disaster strikes on the Enterprise
  • blows off Bones’s blabbering not to do this and that just like her dad
  • does the same with Spock
  • Plays with Chekov and Uhura
  • Uhura and Chekov also know how to braid hair
  • Uhura is pretty much mommy
  • Chekov and Bones are the best uncles in the world
  • She likes Scotty too
  • Turns out, Jaylah’s actually just fine with kids. 
  • Plays with Demora when she is around
  • Takes her on shore leave planets. 
  • Would show her the stars 
  • smiles when she tells him she wants to be a captain just like him
  • She gets to be about 10,11,12,13,14 when she is just a teenager pretty much. At least she acts like one by then
  • Still calls him Daddy at times. Otherwise, it’s Dad. 
  • He still calls her sweetheart, often
  • She goes shopping with friends, and sometimes Uhura
  • Does bunches of sleepovers
  • laughs at tons of random stuff with her squad
  • Still will be under a shoulder as they eat popcorn and watch tv on the sofa
  • Is still not listening to Uncle Bones and Uncle Spock’s warnings whether it’s a monotonous voice or southern cussing, cursing her endlessly. 
  • gets pretty nervous when it’s her first date at 15 years old
  • but then works up a simple “if you hurt my daughter I will kill you” look when the boy comes to pick her up. 
  • more nervous when she gets married
  • he’d be honest, it was quite a fright when she was first pregnant 
  • is there for the first baby.
  • goes into a mild grandpa mode when it’s a girl
  • eventually, years later, its a boy and it’s named after him
  • watches her with a big smile and claps and whistles and all in the crowd when she graduates Starfleet at 20. She does it in three years, just like Jim. 
  • Eventually, she becomes a great captain just like him
  • he gets a bit teary
  • His little girl is grown up. 
  • His little girl. 
  • She is the hugest wreck of all wrecks when Jim dies of old age. He was 90. 
  • But one day while looking through some stuff, she finds a hologram. 
  • She pulls it up and sees it’s some sort of thing about her dad. 
  • “Hey sweetheart! If you found this, I’ve probably…passed away. But with genius help from Scotty and Spock, they programmed this kinda like A.I thing that lets me talk to you like I was real.”
  • She cried. She cried of sadness and happiness.
  • He wasn’t really real, but it was the closest she could get. 

Reblog if you think that Jim Kirk would be the best dad.