Author: for the love of star trek

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bigwormkin:

jim kirk is a jock passing NERD

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gallifreyburning:

Since this new Trek show is going to follow up with Picard ~20 years after his last onscreen appearance, I have decided that the only thing I want as Picard’s post-TNG canon is a Trek version of “Murder, She Wrote.” 

Like, Picard is retired in an idyllic French village, spending his time crocheting and organizing bunco groups, and every time someone new shows up in the town, they end up dead in the vineyard. Naturally Picard has to Poirot it up, and the climax of each episode happens in his living room, with everyone sitting in his doily-covered armchairs so he can monologue about who the murderer is. 

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deannaboi:

shroom-boi:

listen but where is the tos ep where rand’s hair becomes sentient

bold of you to assume it wasn’t the whole time

deannaboi:

deannaboi:

Yeah, 1960′s TV censorship rules were a bitch, but them not being allowed to say “fuck” made this show so much funnier

glumshoe: Data’s wildest dreams are finally re…

glumshoe:

Data’s wildest dreams are finally realized, and the answer was just beneath his fingertips.

sofluffygonnadieeee:

sofluffygonnadieeee:

spock likes foot stone for research purpose

trekcore: static-warp-bubble: Honestly not su…

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static-warp-bubble:

Honestly not sure who of our folks was responsible for the tweet, but it was glorious.

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auduna-druitt:

Jim: Must you always attack me with words?

Bones: You want me to use hypos?

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trekcore:

trekcore:

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trekcore:

What could it be? 🤔

OMG

Patrick Stewart is there with Kurtzman

OMG

PICARD LIVES AGAIN!

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captainkirkmccoy:

“Jim, are you outta your mind?”

“Hey, babe.” Jim had pretzeled himself in his usual position in their quarters–glasses askew, hair mussed, Bones’ first threadbare Starfleet Academy tee hanging off him. 

“You can’t tell the brass to go fuck off.” Bones sighed, running a hand over his eyes. He had wanted to come back and collapse into bed with Jim beside him but Jim’s latest ship-wide comm had derailed those plans.

“I think I said, go fuck off, sirs. And you usually cheer me on when I do it.”

“You gotta pick your battles.”

“I’m not submitting my evaluations for my crew and staff. You heard what happened to the U.S.S. McCarter?”

“Yeah, it was decommissioned last week but that has nothing to do with evaluations, Jim.”

“Wanna bet?” Jim pushed off his glasses and ran a hand through his hair, messing it again. Bones clenched his fist at his side to keep from reaching out and fixing it. 

“No one messes with my crew, Bones. First the evaluations, then they send a representative for interviews. Then they decide what departments to redistribute. It’s bullshit.”

“They might court martial you for this.” Bones sighed, pulling out his PADD and typing a quick message.

“Maybe.” Jim smirked before turning back to the PADDs of work in front of him. “Probably.”

The comms came in stacked against each other. 

He typed the rest of his message and then sat on the couch, leaning against the cushion and letting his eyes closed. 

He must have drifted off because a comm notification followed by Jim’s sharp intake of breath woke him. 

“You didn’t.”

Bones cracked one eye open and saw his husband curl up on the couch beside him, a deep grouping of frown lines giving him the appearance of blurry Klingon. 

Another Comm beep and another as each of the Bridge Crew and senior officer’s messages to the Admirals was received. 

“We’re not going to let you get court martialed alone, Jim.”

Jim shook his head and settled into Bones’ side, relaxed until the admirals response came in. But that could wait.