Why I Don't Ship SpockxUhuraWARNING: THIS IS A RANT. A LONG, FULL-BLOWN RANT AGAINST A PAIRING IN THE STAR TREK: 2009 FANDOM. Look, you don't have to agree with me. In fact, feel free to think everything I say is a piece of crap. It's a free country internet. Here is what I would appreciate.Why I Don't Ship SpockxUhura2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
PLEASE read before you comment. Don't read the title and assume that I'm a terrible person because I'm against your ship.
PLEASE feel free to comment- however, if you are commenting to say you disagree with me, try to be polite about it. Calmly explain why you disagree with me, don't be rude. I don't hate Spock/Uhura fans- I can even understand why they like it. I just don't (I really, really don't) and I felt like sharing. If you have an opposing opinion, I'm happy to hear it. Nothing I love more than a good debate.
PLEASE no flaming. Any insults to me, my intelligence, my sense of humor, my taste in parings, my taste in movies, etc, can and will be ignored.
PLEASE try to keep an open mind.
ST: FIC: Days of Our Youth I hope you realize that you are currently in Federation Space and contacting a Federation ship without authorization.ST: FIC: Days of Our Youth4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Up on the viewing screen a cocky male Romulan smirked down at Captain James T. Kirk of the star ship Enterprise. After a seconds pause he started to nod. Kirk opened his mouth to complain but the Romulans hand snapped up to stop him.
I am aware of my actions, Captain. But I am here for a very good reason, the Romulan captain said. Kirks eyes narrowed and he frowned heavily. Dont look like that. Its a good reason, really.
ST:FIC Days of Our Youth 14-14Chapter FourteenST:FIC Days of Our Youth 14-144 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Spock had been an adult for three days and he has a serious problem.
It wouldn't have been that much of a problem if it didn't keep surfacing in his mind. Nothing he did would make it go away either. In the end he decided he just had to face it and do something about it.
The entire time that Spock had been stuck in the body of a child Captain Kirk had been exceedingly kind to him. He had allowed a tiny Vulcan to invade his bed, his time and his life (in essence). By all accounts that meant he should do something as a sign of appreciation.
The problem was things like 'thank you' and compliments were considered unnecessary for Vulcans. The other should just know that they were appreciated. However, having lived with humans for the past nine years of his life (and his mother for the entirety), giving thanks was something that was widely accepted and even counted upon for them.
Therefore, Spock had to fight past his Vulcan teachings and find away to thank the one pe
ST:FIC Days of Our YouthChapter TwoST:FIC Days of Our Youth4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
As soon as Captain and First Officer left the bridge the Medical Officer appeared and he looked like he had just swallowed a Centurian Slug with lemons to wash it down. He stalked up the corridor toward them; his footsteps echoed off the near empty hallway. One glance at Spock told Kirk that the unmovable Vulcan was slightly unnerved about the doctors terrifying walk. Then again nearly everyone in the Fleet had heard about the good doctors hypospray-happy-hand.
Dr. Leonard Bones McCoy stopped in front of the two men. Placing his hands on his hips he looked between them. Finally his angry gaze settled on Kirk. Long seconds passed in tense silence. Even Spock had to shift slightly under the glare.
What in Gods good name are you two planning? He hissed, leaning forward slight
ST:FIC Days of Our Youth 5 Chapter FiveST:FIC Days of Our Youth 54 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
As soon as the transporter room formed around him, Captain Kirk was snapping off orders. Scotty, Sulu, a random red shirt. No one in that room missed his wrath. No one questioned him either. They nodded or shot back a simple aye before disappearing to do their requested works.
Sometimes being captain had its perks.
It was just when he had finished ordering Uhura to contact Star Fleet that Bones arrived.
Jim, just what has gotten your pants in a bunch? He grumbled as he stepped over to the frazzled captain. Everyones running around like. Just what everyone was running arou
ST: FIC: Days of Our Youth 10Chapter TenST: FIC: Days of Our Youth 104 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It had been a week since Spock had been kid-a-fied and it seemed that Kirk had managed to find a sense of normalcy in that time. He had gotten a sort of schedule in order that really worked. Even if Kirk didn't seem like it he needed a schedule. To him it kept his life in order, or at least some semblance of order. Thankfully he had gotten the one First Officer in the entire Fleet that had to be organized all the time or he could explode.
Generally their day started the same. Spock would wake up five minutes before the alarm and would take a shower. By the time the alarm had gone off and Kirk had actually pulled himself out of bed, Spock was out and dressed, standing by the desk waiting patiently. And there he stood, just as patiently, as Kirk grumbled his way into the bathroom and back out, now dressed.
From there they went to the mess hall and enjoyed a food-
ST:FIC Days of Our Youth 3Chapter ThreeST:FIC Days of Our Youth 34 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Whether he liked to admit it or not Kirk was actually starting to enjoy walking through the Romulan ship. It was intensely interesting. Just the basic set up was enough to keep him busy for at least an hour. He had the feeling that if Scotty had come he would have tried to rip the ship apart just to figure out how the lights worked. Speaking of lights, everything was set at a dim lighting and tinted red. It gave everything a very surreal feeling to it.
I see you like my ship, Captain, Dnal said quietly. Kirk had just been staring at the walls like they were at a museum. Jerking his eyes away from the walls, Kirk looked at the Romulan. He pursed his lips and nodded his head lightly.
Its Nice, he said.
The other captain laughed. With a shake of his head, he looked up ahead at the Vulc
ST: FIC: Days of Our Youth 8Chapter EightST: FIC: Days of Our Youth 84 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
After leaving the bridge Kirk took Spock down to the mess hall. Whenever he was upset he loved to grab some food. There was nothing more comforting food. So, that was his plan. And being the compassionate man that he was, Kirk took all the back passages to make sure they didn't run into to many crew members.
Hopefully that would help Spock.
Since the bridge Spock hadn't spoken, he didn't even object when Kirk grabbed his hand again. He had just stared at the ground and allowed Kirk to gently guide him to wherever they were going.
When they reached the mess hall Kirk paused a second to ask the computer how many people were inside.
"Thank you, computer," he mumbled as he stepped inside, pulling Spock with him. To his immense joy one of the three people in the room was Bones. The other two were ensigns, the girl was f
ST:FIC Days of Our Youth 4Chapter FourST:FIC Days of Our Youth 44 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Her voice was smooth and deep. Not at all like honey sweet voice of Amanda. Kirk gapped at her. Thats not at all becoming of you, she whispered silkily.
Those words seemed to pull Kirk out of his amazement. You! What have you done with Amanda? Wheres Spock? He rattled off question after question. The Romulan woman stepped to the side and looked farther into the chamber. Kirk closed his mouth and followed her gaze.
At first he wasnt sure what he was staring at. It looked like Spocks clothes only something was still in it; something much smaller than the original. In dead silence he stepped closer.
It was Spock.
Just not Spock.
He looked a lot smaller. Kneeling down he took a closer look. His eyes widened. This was still Spock he was just ten years younger. Kirks mouth dropped open. He was currently staring at a ten year old Spock.
ST:FIC Days of Our Youth 6Chapter SixST:FIC Days of Our Youth 64 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Sick Bay doors swished close behind him. The familiar, almost sickening, scent of hyposprays, disinfectant and, oddly, brandy, reached his nose.
Jim, were back here.
Bones voice drifted over to him from one of the back private patient rooms. A of feeling panic snapped across his heart. Bones never used the back rooms. He said if they had to be used it could only be in extreme cases. Clearing his throat he headed toward them.
Hopefully this wasnt an extreme case.
Captain. Nurse Chapel stopped him just before he entered the room. Doctor McCoy has requested that no sudden movements or loud noises be made when you go in.
Why? Is Spock..?
Hes fine. We just want to make sure that
ST:FIC: Days of Our Youth 11Chapter ElevenST:FIC: Days of Our Youth 114 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
They were just a day away from Earth and Kirk was starting to get antsy. He knew for a fact that he was going to get chided for hanging up on Komack. Not to mention the fact that he had sort of declared war with the entire Romulan Empire. That certainly couldn't look good on his record. Hopefully the council would understand that he was acting rashly.
But then, he was a captain and he shouldn't act in such a manner.
Oh dear lord, he was going to get put on the chopping block for this. Star Fleet had been looking for any excuse to pull him out of captaincy and back into ensign position. This would be the perfect excuse.
So, it was with a twisting stomach that Kirk found himself sitt
ST: FIC: Days of Our Youth 7Chapter SevenST: FIC: Days of Our Youth 74 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
There had to be somewhere in the Star Fleet Regulations that said wearing socks down to the bridge wasn't allowed. Spock mused about this the entire way. Since Kirk didn't have any shoes small enough, and he didn't really want to spend his time running around the Enterprise looking for some, he ended up giving Spock a pair of black socks. Before Spock could complain the captain had shoved him out the door and down the hall.
While they walked Kirk's hand wrapped around his. The hand thing was starting to bother him but he didn't want to tell the captain 'no'. When he really was twelve he had read a book on Earth parenting tips. One of the tips said to hold the child's hand to give them a sense of security and comfort.
He supposed that was what Kirk was doing. Or the man just liked to hold hands. Either one.
Stepping into the turbo lift was the start of Spock's humiliation.
Scotty was there when they got in. He took one look at the new Spock and bubbled into laughter
ST:FIC: Days of Our Youth 12Chapter TwelveST:FIC: Days of Our Youth 124 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Spock was anything but fine.
He had been stuck in Sick Bay for the last eleven hours. Every hour, on the dot, Nurse Chapel had, so kindly he might add, injected with hormones that were the equivilant of two years. His entire body ached; his muscles felt like they had been ripped and sewn back together by a psycho doctor that hadn't the faintest idea of what muscles looked like. On top of that his bones felt extremely brittle and he had the most illogical fear that if he stepped off the bed his legs would snap under his weight.
Eleven hours of this and he was feeling very groggy and sick.
"Hey, Spock," McCoy's voice virtually shattered what little peace he had left in his mind.
ST:FIC: Days of Our Youth 13Chapter ThirteenST:FIC: Days of Our Youth 134 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It had been an entire week since Spock had returned to the bridge to continue his duties; something he was more than willing to return to.
When he stepped out of the turbo lift with Kirk at his side, much of the bridge crew erupted with cries of joy. His eyebrow shot up and he stared at them in confusion. What was the big fuss about? He looked over at Kirk, who shrugged looking extremely happy. Frowning softly he watched as Kirk stepped over to his captain's chair. With a tiny shrug he stepped over to his station.
"Good to have you back, Mr. Spock," Uhura said as he stepped past her. He nodded slightly and she smiled brilliantly.
"Thank whatever you pray to, you're back, Mr. Spock," Sulu commented from the navigation station. Spock turned around and looked at him with an arched brow.
"And why is that, Mr. Sulu?" He asked, smoothly.
Sulu turned to fully face him. Chekov looked up from his controls, as did Uhura and the rest of the crew. "Because," he started slow
ST:FIC: Days of Our Youth 9Chapter NineST:FIC: Days of Our Youth 94 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
After thirty minutes of projectile food, Kirk decided to be a good captain and call the fight to a halt. Not before Scotty managed to sling ketchup at his side of course. He merely pointed threateningly at the engineer then lifted his hands to signal the end. "Alright, alright," he started with a laugh.
Bones, Uhura, Fredrickson and Bradshaw all paused in their fighting to look at the captain.
"I think the fighting is over. The mess hall simply couldn't get any messier," Kirk said. One glance around told everyone he was right. There was food everywhere. Nothing had been spared. There was meatloaf on the ceiling, spaghetti sauce splashed against the wall and chocolate slammed into the groun
SkinVerden looked out of the window and sighed. It was a summer's day, complete with fresh grass, singing birds and rainbows. It was a good day, a perfect day; or it would be if the weather was real, and the window for that matter. It was just an illusion, a curtain, if he pushed it aside, it would only reveal the damp wall behind it. He grimaced; it had taken him almost a year to make all the windows on request of the King who was catering to the whims of the Higher Ups. The snobs who couldn't stand the fact that they were surround by grey brick and the green slime that seemed to trickle down from the ceiling. Not that there was anything good to see if the windows were real, just the occasional dead tree, miles of wasteland and the eternal black sky.Skin4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He hated being in the service industry, catering to the wishes and 'needs' of the stupid people, the Higher Ups who couldn't see a decent bit of magic if it slapped them in the face. He ran a hand through his dark green hair as he
Sticks and bonessheSticks and bones4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are snowflakes
in her eyes;
she's the type of girl
who keeps her secrets
between the ridges
of her vertebrae,
the nerves. One
gasp after another,
petal skin is
s t r e t c h e d
over her (sparrow's)
[she couldn't bring herself to
spilled milki am a girl with without feelingsspilled milk2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the type with ccrossed legs and closed eyelids
the type with i don't knows written across
her lips and spines and collars crooked with
the weight of love across her back
i don't know
i am a repetitivve being who can't speak
without stutters or write withhout petty kkinks.
but i have shudders in my pupils and cringing
in the back of my throat when i close my eyes
to you, you-
the ugliest thing who can't let me write a word
without acid. without tickling in the back of my stomach
without the cramps in my chest, the slaps to my heart
people tend to call butterflies
though i beg to differ because butterflies aren't
supposed to fucking hurt.
so i'll just call them hammers and nails.
not the types of hammers with a metal crook,
but the type with flesh covering it, skin-
not the types of nails with rusted silver-
but the type with dirty, disgusting contorts
that don't penetrate but scrape my own skin.
i'd say i want mr. perfect
but not even god dates that wel
Care IICare II2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Minerva must have fallen asleep because she was woken up by the sound of something glass hitting the ground.
Shooting up from the chair she grabbed her wand and looked wildly around the room. Still a bit groggy she walked across the room and stood by his bed trying to adjust to the light she cast a simple spell to reignite the fire.
Once she could see at least somewhat she began to examine him. Only to be almost knocked over when his arm shot out and tried to grab the glass of water from the side of the bed, nearly knocking over another one of the potion filled vials.
Minerva quickly caught the vial before turning to Severus.
"Severus, are you finally awake?"
Fevered black eyes stared back at him "no I'm sleeping with my eyes open, it's truly a useful skill." Minerva bristled really did he always have to be so sarcastic? It was fairly off settling.
"How are you feeling?"
Severus glared up at her "fine. Now you can go. Go back to your precious Gryffindor's surely they are lost wi
summer 2011the keys are trappedsummer 20113 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside your car,
into thousands of fairy lights
and echoes of laughter.
here we sit,
watching boys teetering on the edge
of being men turn into
human fireworks, clothing ablaze
like the stars so far from reach.
it's with the breath
of the sun on your back,
the patterns of roses on your wallpaper
opening like mouths into full blossom.
i take a hot injection of humid air,
watching the fish pass in its currents,
and release the stream back
into the ocean.
we sit with our spines on fire,
lit beneath the baked, freckled crust
of our skin.
sipping italian sodas and absorbing
as much uv radiation as possible,
we bloom into fuller people.
the nights sit cool and light
on our shoulders,
the pavement still branding
the backs of our thighs
as we sit and bare stories
that made us into the
humans we have become this final summer.
the living is easya tin man, white sheep rolled in dustthe living is easy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wears a grin, swisher sweets clinging
to his lip. he swirls seagrams 7 in a cracked
lowball, painting the side of my grandmother's
house with one eye closed & the other
laughing. he cannot speak the language
so i stare at him instead, his penny
loafers, his peeling skin, his snowy hair.
so i stare at his photograph on
the fireplace, wondering how anyone
who loved my great grandmother so well
could have died before i was born.
Me and My Shadowi.Me and My Shadow3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My shadow slips to silence among the aquatic acacias. Even here, leaves abound, draped over the fuzz-curves of his figure as he soaks up the moonlight. Papa's soft voice turns my gaze to the moon. Remember, Carlos, our shadows are but imprints of the moon. Remember the Eclipse. I shiver and hold onto an acacia branch. I'm careful not to let my shadow near the shoreline where sea meets sand. That's why acacias are aquatic; they drowned their fate with the sea, Papa says. We cannot, we must not let it be our shadow's fate. We are nothing without our shadows. And yet the tide sweeps towards my toes as the moon charioteers across the silver nightscape. I leap back onto the thorns, onto the blue leaves and pray my shadow seeks dry ground. Sometimes he doesn't pay attention.
My shadow ripples to the privacy of the umbrellas. Some aquatic acacias were born like that, shaped like the human plastic as though it would dispel their liquefied sin. I think about joining him, bu