Happy Star Trek Day :]

You know that moment when you can’t sleep and you get an idea for an au even if you’ve never made an au so you end up actually falling asleep because you started focusing on the au instead of sleeping?

may the fourth be with you all!!

this is amazingly beautiful

Hi. I finally finished the Spirk comic set to Johnny Cash's Hurt I have been working on for a month. If you want to, please enjoy and leave some nice words :) thank you.

CW for: blood, self-harm, spoilers for anything TOS, death

HURT

There is a part 2! Please consider reblogging and reading the whole comic :)

I watched Star Trek: The Motion Picture for the first time and it somehow solidified my adoration for Kirk/Spock even more (I didn’t even think that was possible)

THIS SPECIFIC SCENE, man.

I have a hard time seeing it through a fully platonic lens.

The look that they had in their eyes…

I wish I could just put my thoughts into words!!

OH MY TITAN!!!!!

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the animal jam soundtrack is amazing

it is always somewhere in the back of my mind

this is now canon for me. i have decided.

Not to Voyage Home post… but I do think that Spock’s refusal to call Kirk “Jim” throughout the film—when we had seen him remember that name already, in tsfs—is down to his wariness surrounding their intimacy

He doesn’t know who he himself is, or how to parse his own current emotions, so how can he possibly contextualize twenty years worth of feelings for Jim?

He remembers falling in love with him, the slow yearning of their five year mission spent in that strange place between best friends and lovers; he remembers the decision to go to Gol, to excise those feelings, and the failure there that drove him back into Jim’s waiting arms; he remembers the decade since then spent wrapped up in each other, a life full of warm affection and love. Love. He remembers being in love. T’hy’la, ashayam, I shall always be yours kind of love.

But that can’t be right, can it? Can it? Can he take that risk again? Does he even still want to? What does he want? What is wanting? And how is he supposed to figure it out when every time Jim smiles at him, he recalls another memory of the two of them together?

What right does he have to claim this man? He barely knows him, compared to the self from his memories who considered Jim his other half.

It doesn’t feel right to call him “Jim”, not when he’s not sure how he feels. It feels too much like giving both of them false hope.

Jim: I’m this close to falling in love with Spock. Bones: Your fingertips are touching. Jim: Exactly.