#Tribble post

[amethysttribble]

People ask “do you know how to sew” when what they mean is “do you know how to sew well”

No, no I do not, but if you give me a needle, some thread, and cloth to repair, I do know how to stab and knot until it is back in shape, 100% customer satisfaction guarantee (the customer is me and my pajamas)

[self-made-purgatories]

how they broached the subject of taking their shared "hobby" to the next level

[wwillywonka]

uhura! click for better quality!

(check out my commissions info here!)

[spockandstars]

This article is deeply hilarious to me because like, who the fuck is David Gerrold? 🤨 Sorry guys, gotta close up shop because Dave here who wrote a singular Star Trek TOS episode in 1967 has the final word on these fictional characters’ relationship status.

[starberry-cupcake]

some highlights of the tribbles episode:

1) chekov bonding with his dads

2) jim and spock getting constantly interrupted

3) scotty's lover (the enterprise) being insulted

(jim also got insulted but scotty didn't think that merited the effort)

4) uhura unlocking a wildlife disaster on account of cuteness

5) jim having the worst day (but used to it)

6) bones saying bi tribble rights

7) married flirting (this time with tribbles)

[primedirectiveposting]

Have some Scrubs crossover

[trek-tracks]

Something most people don't know about Klingons is how much they enjoy Connect Four

Today is a good day to line!

[anghraine]

This TOS poll has been in my drafts for awhile! I'll include the actual text of the speeches below the cut:

1— "Where No Man Has Gone Before"

KIRK: What will Mitchell learn in getting there? Will he know what to do with his power? Will he acquire the wisdom? DEHNER: Please go back while you still can. KIRK: Did you hear him joke about compassion? Above all else, a god needs compassion. [...] You were a psychiatrist once. You know the ugly, savage things we all keep buried, that none of us dare expose. But he'll dare. Who's to stop him? He doesn't need to care. Be a psychiatrist for one minute longer. What do you see happening to him? What's your prognosis, doctor? [...] Hang on to being a human for one minute longer.

MITCHELL: Morals are for men, not gods. KIRK: A god, but still driven by human frailty. [To Dehner] Do you like what you see? MITCHELL: Time to pray, captain. Pray to me. KIRK: To you? Not to both of you? MITCHELL: Pray that you die easily. KIRK: There'll only be one of you in the end. One jealous god, if all this makes a god—or is it making you something else? MITCHELL: Your last chance, Kirk. KIRK: [To Dehner again] Do you like what you see? Absolute power corrupting absolutely.

2— "Charlie X"

CHARLIE: What if you care for someone? What do you do? KIRK: You go slow. You be gentle. I mean, it's not a one-way street, you know, how you feel and that's all. It's how the girl feels, too. Don't press, Charlie. If the girl feels anything for you at all, you'll know it. Do you understand? CHARLIE: You don't think Janice—you—she could love me! KIRK: She's not the girl, Charlie. The years are wrong, for one thing, and there are other things. CHARLIE: She can. KIRK: No, Charlie. CHARLIE: She is. KIRK: No. CHARLIE: But if I did what you said! If I was gentle! KIRK: Charlie, there are a million things in this universe you can have and there are a million things you can't have. It's no fun facing that, but that's the way things are. CHARLIE: Then what am I going to do? KIRK: Hang on tight and survive. Everybody does. CHARLIE: You don't. KIRK: Everybody, Charlie. Me, too.

3— "The Corbomite Maneuver"

KIRK: Those of you who have served for long on this vessel have encountered alien lifeforms. You know the greatest danger facing us is ourselves, an irrational fear of the unknown. But there's no such thing as the unknown, only things temporarily hidden, temporarily not understood.

4— "The Conscience of the King"

KIRK: Are you sure? Are you sure you didn't act this role out in front of a captive audience whom you blasted out of existence without mercy? KODOS: I find your use of the word mercy strangely inappropriate, captain. Here you stand, the perfect symbol of our technical society. Mechanized, electronicized, and not very human. You've done away with humanity, the striving of man to achieve greatness through his own resources. KIRK: We've armed man with tools. The striving for greatness continues. But Kodos— KODOS: Kodos, whoever he was— KIRK: Or is. KODOS: Or is. Kodos made a decision of life and death. Some had to die that others might live. You're a man of decision, Captain. You ought to understand that. KIRK: All I understand is that four thousand people were needlessly butchered.

LENORE: Too late. Too late, captain. You are like your ship, powerful, and not human. There is no mercy in you. KIRK: If he is Kodos, then I've shown him more mercy than he deserves. And if he isn't, then we'll let you off at Benecia, and no harm done. LENORE: Captain Kirk. Who are you to say what harm was done? KIRK: Who do I have to be?

5— "Balance of Terror"

STILES: Give it to Spock. KIRK: I didn't quite get that, Mr. Stiles. STILES: Nothing, sir. KIRK [dragging a finger along the helm as he approaches Stiles, then tapping the weapons console]: Repeat it. STILES: I was suggesting that Mr. Spock could probably translate it [Romulan] for you, sir. KIRK [standing beside him without looking at him]: I assume you're complimenting Mr. Spock on his ability to decode. STILES: I'm not sure, sir. KIRK [suddenly seizing his chair]: Well, here's one thing you can be sure of, mister. Leave any bigotry in your quarters. There's no room for it on the bridge. Do I make myself clear?

6— "Tomorrow is Yesterday"

CREWWOMAN: Good morning, captain. KIRK: Morning. [He drags Captain Christopher along with him] Captain. CHRISTOPHER: A woman?! KIRK: A crewman.

7— "A Taste of Armageddon"

ANAN: You realize what you have done? KIRK: Yes, I do. I've given you back the horrors of war. The Vendikans now assume that you've broken your agreement and that you're preparing to wage real war with real weapons. They'll want do the same. Only the next attack they launch will do a lot more than count up numbers in a computer. They'll destroy cities, devastate your planet. You of course will want to retaliate. If I were you, I'd start making bombs. Yes, councilman, you have a real war on your hands. You can either wage it with real weapons, or you might consider an alternative. Put an end to it. Make peace.  ANAN: There can be no peace. Don't you see? We've admitted it to ourselves. We're a killer species. It's instinctive. It's the same with you. Your General Order Twenty Four. KIRK: All right. It's instinctive. But the instinct can be fought. We're human beings with the blood of a million savage years on our hands, but we can stop it. We can admit that we're killers, but we're not going to kill today. That's all it takes. Knowing that we won't kill today. Contact Vendikar. I think you'll find that they're just as terrified, appalled, horrified as you are, that they'll do anything to avoid the alternative I've given you. Peace or utter destruction. It's up to you.

8— "The City on the Edge of Forever"

EDITH: And you don't want to talk about it? Why? Did you do something wrong? Are you afraid of something? Whatever it is, let me help. KIRK: Let me help. A hundred years or so from now, I believe, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme. He'll recommend those three words even over I love you. EDITH: Centuries from now? Who is he? Where does he come from—er, where will he come from? KIRK: Silly question. Want to hear a silly answer? EDITH: Yes. KIRK: A planet circling that far left star in Orion's belt.

9— "Who Mourns For Adonais?"

KIRK: We're the same. We share the same history, the same heritage, the same lives. We're tied together beyond any untying. Man or woman, it makes no difference. We're human. We couldn't escape from each other even if we wanted to. That's how you do it, lieutenant. By remembering who and what you are. A bit of flesh and blood afloat in a universe without end. The only thing that's truly yours is the rest of humanity. That's where our duty lies. Do you understand me? CAROLYN: Yes. Yes, I understand. He's calling me. KIRK: Lieutenant, you have your orders and your duty.

10— "Metamorphosis"

KIRK: Companion, do you love the man? COMPANION: I do not understand. KIRK: Is he important to you, more important than anything? Is he as though he were a part of you? COMPANION: He is part of me. The man must continue. KIRK: He will not continue. He will cease to exist. By your feeling for him, you are condemning him to an existence he will find unbearable.

COMPANION: You are wrong. The man is the center of all things. I care for him. KIRK: But you can't really love him. You haven't the slightest knowledge of love, the total union of two people. You are the Companion. He is the man. You are two different things. You can't join. You can't love. You may keep him here forever, but you will always be separate, apart from him.

MCCOY: What did you hope to gain by that, Jim? KIRK: Try to convince her of the hopelessness of it. Love sometimes expresses itself in sacrifice. I thought maybe if she loved him, she'd let him go.

11— "Catspaw"

KIRK: You have nothing like that where you come from? SYLVIA: Nothing. KIRK: Your people, when they come here— SYLVIA: They're like, like feathers in the wind without the transmuter. KIRK: [nuzzling her neck] Transmuter? SYLVIA: The source. You will learn. I will teach you later. Later. KIRK: Then it's a device. You do use tools. SYLVIA: It gives only form. You're teaching me substance. KIRK: You haven't changed your mind? You won't return home? SYLVIA: My home is here with you. A billion worlds of sensation to pick and choose. [They part and she reads his mind in horror] You are using me. You hold me in your arms and there is no fire in your mind! You're trying to deceive me! It's here, like words on a page. You are using me. KIRK: And why not? You've been using me and my crew.

12— "The Mark of Gideon"

KIRK: Then let your people learn about the devices to safely prevent conception. The Federation will provide anything you need. HODIN: But you see, the people of Gideon have always believed that life is sacred. That the love of life is the greatest gift. That is the one unshakable truth of Gideon. And this overwhelming love of life has developed our regenerative capacity and our great longevity. KIRK: And the great misery which you now face. HODIN: That is bitterly true, Captain. Nevertheless, we cannot deny the truth which shaped our evolution. We are incapable of destroying or interfering with the creation of that which we love so deeply. Life, in every form, from fetus to developed being. It is against our tradition, against our very nature. We simply could not do it. KIRK: Yet you can kill a young girl. HODIN: We're trying to re-adjust the life cycle of an entire civilization. KIRK: You're killing your own daughter. How can you do that?

[tlhingansuvwi]

Just got this on duolingo and for context I have reduced sense of smell (I can only smell things if I specifically sniff them or the smell is EXTREMELY strong) and it never ever occurred to me that tribbles would have a smell

So, wonderful people of tumblr what do you think tribbles smell like

[vildo]

Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fat tribble

[amethysttribble]

A personal headcanon manifesto:

Maedhros was a brilliant military leader. Able to command respect, love, and fear all at once, adept at soothing egos, but also at knowing when a particular burr needed pulling and not pacifying. He could look at a map and see the full picture for what it was and not what he wanted it to be. He had an innate knack for swiftly deciding how to best allocate resources, both material and in terms of bodies. He could make sacrifices.

His only real fault was his inability- or, Amras suspected, lack of will- to truly read his enemies and make accurate predictions of their next move.

Always getting surprised, Maedhros. He couldn’t stand the prospect of identifying too much with his enemies, both the ones he pitied and the ones he reviled. But, luckily, he had brothers willing to do that for him.

Maglor was his most trusted commander, because he was a damn skilled one, as he was at most things. By Amras’s estimation, Maglor was the only one to inherit their father’s genius- that was, his ability to be near effortlessly good at basically everything he tried- and it showed. It was no coincidence that Maglor was there to cut down Uldor, who he never trusted and privately protested against giving such an important place in their column.

A shame that Maedhros always listened to Fingon over any of his brothers.

Then there was Celegorm, who Amras wouldn’t call a strategist, but had provided invaluable knowledge and expertise in organization. The Hunt of Orome had been the closest Valinor had to a host of warriors, and they hunted not just animals but monsters. Celegorm was the only one among them who knew how to create formations, to run drills, maintain rotations, to organize relief and extraction and medical aid. He’d spent most of the early days as Feanor’s, then Maedhros’s, then Maglor’s quartermaster until someone else could be trained to take on those duties. To say nothing of how his warriors loved him.

To the end, he was the best field commander.

Caranthir and Curufin were no help.

Oh, Caranthir was a dab hand at supply lines and a decent strategist, but he got flustered too easily. If one piece of his intricate plans fell through, he wasn’t able to recover fast enough. He got frustrated, angry, scared. He was much, much better at negotiating trade in his office, where he was given hours and days to think his way through everything thrown his way before he needed to send a reply back. The battlefield was too chaotic for his tendency to focus on one thing and one alone. His greatest strength, and also probably how he let himself be killed by a half-grown archer with shaking hands while trying to save Curufin’s already doomed life.

And the less said about Curufin, the better. He tried too hard at everything; if it wasn’t about measuring up to Feanor, it was about outdoing Maedhros, and that was no way to command men or win a war, to say nothing about stealing cities from cousins. His every move reeked of insecurity and that was a pungent smell.

Amras knew nothing about Pityafinwe’s prowess as a general.

Except, a small part of him that he quickly crushed whispered, his propensity to run.

Amras didn’t think he himself was half bad at it, though he came to the skills late. Only truly after Doriath, when Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin were gone and their number of trusted people were so few. Perhaps he did not have Maglor’s sharp instincts or Celegorm’s deft ease, but he felt he struck a medium in between both their particular talents. As Maglor became more and more reluctant at the end, it was Amras who Maedhros leaned on for Sirion. Cost him his life. Maybe that was actually indicative of a lack of skill. Oh, well.

[self-made-purgatories]

(x)

[textsfromtheenterprisecrew]

Took Spock around all the Star Trek areas of FanFest ✨ I went home with a tribble keychain 😂

[arttsuka]

I love that moment so much. Sassy Spock. He sounds so disappointed too.

[amethysttribble]

Oh god, oh wow, thank you?!?!!! THANK YOU! The mood board is SO pretty!!

February Fic Recs

The Kingmaker

Author: AmethystTribble Characters: Maedhros and Curufin Rating: Gen Word Count: 1074

“Curufinwë,” Maedhros asked, “what do I have to say to get us to skip this conversation?” “How about, ‘Actually, I’ve decided not to spit upon Father’s legacy, I’ll gracefully accept the crown. The metaphorical one, yes, but also that very lovely one you just made me.’” Maedhros closed his eyes briefly, and tipped his head back. He took a deep breath through his nose. Was this about the damn crown Curufin had made him while Maedhros was still bound to bed? Perhaps telling Curvo to melt it down for materials was rude. But looking at the hunk of metal made Maedhros feel ill, made him think of three gems wreathed black, of Sauron’s delight. Maedhros now has a scar across his cheek where the vile creature had beat him with his last coronet…. By Irmo, he was so tired. “We both know where this ends, Curufinwë,” Maedhros told the ceiling. “I will not be moved on this point. Just agree or refuse.”

In which Maedhros loses a brother in all but name. This is a relationship that I haven’t thought about much but every time I read this fic I want to. Feanor’s heir and Fëanor’s favourite. There is so much pain there that the author captures so well but they are both too caught up in themselves to see it. Ah it’s beautiful and heartbreaking

Read here. Author’s Tumblr: @amethysttribble

[mostly-natm]

Counting tribbles.