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URGE TO DEFEND WOMEN WINS!!! after 36 years

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Marcille's line delivery kills me

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And then Hawke uses his favor as an eye patch 8D

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can you write a fic where Jim has to be the logical one when Spock finds a stray kitten and wants to keep it

You can also read it on AO3.

Summary:

Spock found a kitten. Jim has to convince him that it can't stay.

Story:

Jim wobbles the PADD in his hand, up and down as he ponders its contents. Updated maps, star charts, all evidence that slowly and surely they’re discovering the far reaches of their universe. One week on Earth, and he was actually starting to doubt that. Home. It always makes him feel stir-crazy. Even being back on the Enterprise takes tons of stress off his shoulders, and buries it in the bottom of his stomach.

As the door slides open Jim starts to yawn. He wanders inside, letting his feet walk the familiar path.

A soft, desperate mew stops him dead in his tracks. Forcing his exhausted eyes open, Jim finds Spock, sitting in his usual seat at Jim’s desk. Unusually there’s a small bundle of fur laying on his chest.

“Spock.”

He looks up, completely unperturbed. His fingers run across the all-grey kitten’s head and down it’s back. “Yes captain?”

Jim rests his fists on his sides. “Why?”

“Why what, captain?” Spock raises his head, calm and stoic.

Forcing back a laugh, Jim stares at the vulcan. Not so much as a twitch. He should have expected as much. “It can’t stay.”

“She can as she has nowhere else to go.”

The small bundle mews again. It weakly tries to climb up Spock’s chest. It gets a few steps, before pushing its head into Spock’s chest again. Spock raises his hand and rests it under the kitten’s bottom paws.

Undeniably, adorable. Damn it.

“Spock.” Jim lets his head fall back. “A starship isn’t a place for a kitten.”

“She would have ample food and water. It is not difficult to change a litter box and keep the space around it clean.”

Jim stares at the ceiling, feeling exasperated. Leave it to Spock to put him in this position, of having to be the logical one.

“And what if the ship gets hit?” He can picture it now. A ion storm rattling the ship, or a strike from a klingon warbird and she’ll end up on the ceiling somehow, or worse, ontop of someone’s face with her claws out, desperate for anything stable. “She’ll be sent flying across any given room or hall she’s in.”

No. She can’t stay.

“I can have magnet boots made so that she will always be on a surface.”

How is that logical? “I bet she’d love that.” More than a little sarcasm slipped out.

“It would be uncomfortable for a time, but she may grow accustomed to it.”

Jim moves closer, perching himself on the end of his desk. He waves his hands in a small circle, before clasping them together again.

“Spock think about this logically.” Spock’s eyebrow rises. “What if she gets visiting dignitaries sick? What if she somehow ends up on the surface of a faraway planet? How would we find her? How could we keep diseases from spreading?”

Spock looks to be deep in contemplation, but Jim can tell he’s still unwilling to concede. Jim gets off the desk, moving to sit on it closer to Spock. Their knees bump. Time for the big guns.

“What if something happens to her?” Spock opens his mouth to respond. Jim rushes to ask his other questions. “Who would take care of her? Who could take care of her exactly the same way you would have?”

Spock tilts his head to the right. “Ensign Chekov seemed to have expressed an interest in her, and Doctor McCoy has taken care of animals in the past.”

Resting a hand on Spock’s knee, Jim says softly, “So have I, but the answer is still no.”

Spock’s head tilts against the back of his chair. The vulcan equivalent of kicking his feet up, or maybe it’s just Spock’s equivalent. “You may have a point.”

“Thank you.” Jim pulls back his hand and folds both in his lap. “Now where are we dropping her off at?”

“In fact I know someone in Iowa who expressed an interest in caring for her.”

“Iowa?” What a coincidence. Except this is Spock, and where he’s concerned coincidence is hardly at play. No Jim’s gut was telling him this is exactly what it sounds like. “Spock, you didn’t.”

Spock nods. “I did, Jim.”

Of course he did.

Jim throws on a smile. “When is my mother due to arrive?”

“In three point seven minutes.”

Perfect. Jim shakes his head.

“So you were never planning on keeping the kitten.”

Spock lifts both eyebrows. “I was, but I anticipated your arguments and came to the conclusion that I would have to adhere to your ‘logic’.”

Even when he forces Jim’s hand into being the logical one, this vulcan is still three steps ahead. Jim will have to get him back at the next chess game.

Author's note: If you also want to send in a star trek fic request, feel free!

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Fantasy big three st

Spocks royalty from the kingdom of vulcan and kirk is a soldier sent to escort him on a political trip to the Terran empire. Mccoys a medicine man chaperoning him on his journey (let's be real he needs to be watched at all times).

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Ratchet's little adult son uwu

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More Optiratch

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yabushige: here is my death poem

yabushige’s death poem:

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TBB 3x14

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Y’all rockin’ with Landru?

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TOP 1 things I love in AOS:

Jim's death scene: that shit was perfect on so many levels, it gets me very time. "I'm scared Spock, help me not be" that shit was a cultural reset. I cried, I've seen other people cry; it's perfect and I'm literally willing to fight people over that scene.

TOP 1 things I HATE in AOS:

Jim's resurrection: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO EPIC EMOTIONAL JOURNEY TO PUT TOGETHER THE PIECES OF HIS VERY HUMAN AND FRAGILE SOUL THROUGH THE VISCERAL AND UNCONDITIONAL NEED OF THE ONE PERSON WHO FINALLY LOST CONTROL HAVING LOST HIM!!! What do you mean there's no human equivalent to a "search for Spock" kind of thing. We get a 5 minutes fight scene and all is good. NO! I DON'T WANT THAT! What do you mean that they didn't get the chance to make Spock fight with his BARE FISTS, completely lose his temper, beat the shit out of Khan, realize the actual beast he has dormant inside of him, just for Jim to not wake up just by being injected blood alone. His body regains its functions, but Jim is not there. What do you mean we don't get to see realization FINALLY sink in. Bones worked so hard, day and night, to stabilize Jim. He exhausted himself, he did everything he could as a doctor, but fixing Jim's soul goes far beyond his capabilities. It's quiet in the hospital room; there's no sense of urgency or impending doom to distract them. Jim is dead. Gone. Forever? How is Spock gonna cope with that? How can he deal with that grief-filled beast inside him now? And what do you mean we didn't get to see Spock Prime's reaction to JIM BEING THE ONE WHO DIED IN THE WARP CORE???? IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HIM! HE HAD TO DEAL WITH THE TRAUMA OF BEING DEAD, AND NOT IT'S JIM!!! IT'S JIM THIS TIME! HOW??? WHY???? How is he gonna fix that because there's no way he can let this happen. He did not travel through time and space just to see Jim die again. In what was supposed to be his place. NOT A CHANCE. He is going to try everything. Except they have all the time in the world, sitting by Jim's hospital bed. His body is alive and kicking, but Jim... is dead for good.

(Or maybe he isn't...... maybe I can fix that..???? *writes writes writes* wish me luck for my first spirk fanfic...... maybe..... if my brain collaborates....)

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I love when people are like “I can’t believe you reblogged that despite their user name, icon, bio, and last twenty posts” bc to me my dash is the only part of this website and I’m not slowing down to look at urls you could all be the same person

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my heart on a platter, dedicated to serving you 🫀

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Optimus prime from tfp

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Ratchet from TFP