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Not only have I been worrying since 2009 that the Star Trek sequel will ruin my Kirk/Spock, but now I’m also worried that Thor 2 will ruin Thor/Loki and, like, make Loki unsympathetically evil or kill him or something.

2013’s gonna be a hard year, man.

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fuckyeahstartrektos:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe

(Source: warp69, via thevoyagehome)

spockiessockies:

I always wondered what Spock was thinking in this photo.

“are you going to remove this skank or should I?”

“Jimmmyyyy, you got some ‘splanin to do!”

(Source: pon-farr)

cannedebonbon:

this is all i seeee

elvanesti:

(Written in 1974, this is the very first slash fanfic ever published.)

“Shut up…we’re by no means setting a precedent.” He was quiet…and not merely because he was used to obeying that voice implicitly. He was being peeled, slowly, like a delicate fruit, in time to some far off pagan rhythm and he found his logical mind was swathed in a white mist of sensual well-being. Gentle hands spread warm oil slowly, in ever-widening circles over his chest. Tantalizingly, teasing fingers ran over each nipple, flicking the tip lightly. A slow, deliberate tongue reached out to each erect button. He shivered, then squirmed; surprising himself. A sleek, well-oiled torso slid over his chest down to his navel. Tiny shivers accompanied the soft nips at his abdomen. Warm oil was dribbled over lower areas; then a ravaging (?) finger made him glisten. Even his thighs were being massaged…the pressure was…delicious. Well-skilled hands made long, swooping strokes from his knee up the inside of his leg to the upper thighs. Now, he could not prevent this, any more than he could stop a solar eclipse…even if he’s really desired to. It had been building all these years…no one set of circumstances was the cause…now, it seemed it had been inevitable from the outset.
 
He felt a tightening as he contracted a little when pubic hair was brushed slightly. The weight on his legs and the sensuous stretching of the gliding above him made his pulse race. A strong pair of hands turned him onto his stomach. A river of heated oil etched a blazing trail down his spine; light, feathery fingers sent the trail into the very core of his being. His buttocks were being massaged…slowly at first; then the tempo gradually increased, until two hands were counter-rotating…each squeezing alternately. Then, abruptly, it stopped. “No!!…Do not stop!” he hissed.
 
The other smiled and then ran expert hands once more over the surface and then between the legs, spreading them effortlessly. Careful palms cradled a very sensitive area that had just been exposed. Then the area was being stroked as a tongue flicked. Swiftly, he was on his back again and a [?] head and darting tongue were busy. His eyes were tight shut, tears squeezing from the corners. A hand began to pump, as if to milk. He felt he’d go mad! He was being oiled again, his groin massaged, then gently stroked. A flush had crept from the base of his skull to his groin. He yearned, he ached; wished he never were. Weight was upon him and his legs invaded. A shock wave swept through him for a second, only to be replaced by pleasure; as an easy pressure gyrated smoothly, exquisitely within him. …vibration..teasingly delicious vibration. How uniquely wonderful…the feeling at the base..there.. A circle of thumb and forefinger was working, too,…pulling slowly up and squeezing. The rhythm increasing, the grip tightening. A stray finger, circling the tip, pressed. Fire! fire; lips on lips…depths..spirals..colours, tensing…reaching..climbing..flying..soaring..darkness that is light..the explosion..the NOVA. Tomorrow..tomorrow will tell…Sleep. “Sleep.”

RULE OF SLASH FANDOM: If the first slash fic comes across your dash, you must reblog it.

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spirkbookclub:

Mr. Spock enjoys logic, long contemplative walks on the observation deck, plomeek soup, and taking chestfuls of poisonous flower darts for his captain. Could he be the man for you?

(Source: pon-farr)

Spock: “In fact one of my ancestors married a human female.” 
Krik: “Terrible, having bad blood like that”

The entire show began with Kirk and Spock flirting. Your argument isn’t even up for discussion.

(Source: barateon, via thevoyagehome)

catnipsoup:

(Source: pon-farr)

uss-awesome:

 ALTERNATE SCENE B 
 SPOCK PRIME            Then I ask that you do yourself a
           favor... put away logic, and do what
           feels right. The world you've inherited
           lives in the shadow of incalculable
           devastation... but there's no reason you
           must face it alone.

And from around his neck, he removes the PENDANT that until now,
we've only caught glimpses of. Places it on the table beside
his younger self. The feeling in his eyes is profound...

 SPOCK PRIME (CONT'D)            This was a gift to me.   Representing...
           a dream. One we were unable to fulfill.
                   (softly)
           The way you can now.

And moves to the door.    Stops.   Offers the VULCAN SALUTE:

 SPOCK PRIME (CONT'D)            As my customary farewell would appear
           oddly self serving, I will simply say...
           good luck.

Their eyes hold. Spock turns, disappearing into the corridor.
Young Spock stares at the empty doorway a beat, his mind a
jumble of thoughts. Looks to the pendant... and realizes it's a
HOLO-EMITTER. After considering a beat, he hits an activation
button and a MOVING HOLOGRAPHIC MESSAGE materializes before him:

CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK. WILLIAM SHATNER.      As always, brash, wry,
confident -- and SINGING:

 KIRK/ SHATNER            Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to
           you...
                   (stops, grins)
           I know I know, it's illogical to
           celebrate something you had nothing to do
           with, but I haven't had the chance to
           congratulate you on your appointment to
           the ambassadorship so I thought I'd seize
           the occasion... Bravo, Spock -- they tell
           me your first mission may take you away
           for awhile, so I'll be the first to wish
           you luck... and to say...
                   (beat, emotional)
           I miss you, old friend.

... and we're PUSHING IN on Young Spock, taking in the image of
Kirk's future self, the message, but above all -- the clear,
unquestionable friendship these two men had...

INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 
As Spock Prime walks off down the corridor, he passes right by a
man conferring with a nurse -- the man pauses, turns... it's
SAREK. Suddenly overcome by a feeling that the stranger who's
just passed him is... oddly familiar.

 KIRK/SHATNER (V.O.)            I suppose I'd always imagined us...
           outgrowing Starfleet together. Watching
           life swing us into our Emeritus years...

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(Source: imsdb.com, via ussawesome)

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My answer:

I am totally in agreement, why so anon? I wouldn’t mind it so much if they would have just built it up, not just thrown it out there. Like any romantic pairing I’m supposed to take seriously, I want to see how they get together and be given proof that they would make any kind of sense.

For example, I don’t know if you watch Psych, but Shawn/Juliet is the canon pairing. They didn’t get together for five seasons. Even if I don’t think they have much chemistry together (which is hilarious since the actors are a couple in real life), I understand totally why they make sense and have no problems with it. Spock/Uhura needed that, especially with a character like Spock. I mean, just how did he get over his emotional issues enough to date a human? He could barely make a friend in the original series, and here he is at an even younger age, dating a human.

My answer:

THAT COMIC DOES NOT EXIST, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? *sobs* Yeah, I saw that, and yeah, it was disturbing. I can’t stand romance between two people with all the chemistry of a rotten tomato. Hell, I’d at least accept Spock/Chapel and we don’t even have a reboot Chapel yet. If I remember correctly, the scene wasn’t exactly positive and Spock was being distant, so I’m hoping that the comics are a way to play out the fracturing of their relationship and it will be summarily ended in the new movie. I truly can’t see it growing all that much and for fuck’s sake, I will fucking die if they dare solve Spock’s pon farr with het Uhura sex. I would DIE. You might as well piss right in the face of every K/S shipper since 1967.