The best day of Jim’s life happened by accident.
Someone, probably Sulu or Chekov, decided they should go camping.
Spock said, “While I appreciate the attempt at a group bonding experience, I do not find shorts and tents aesthetically pleasing.”
Uhura nudged him in the shoulder.
oh my fucking god celeste please
you are the whitest person to ever white do not try to pull that ‘native american, white’ shit
BUT SID I’M 54% DUTCH AND 23% FRENCH AND 33% unsure it could be ANYTHING
bones! bones is a good boy!
omg no stop people are so nice
So, as you may have seen, I was a giant useless douche and fainted while I was in line for my photo op with Karl Urban. I was like, the fifth person in line, but I lost my place while they insisted I get checked out by a paramedic. I was fine with that, honestly, because I was trembling and flushed and clammy and really in no mood to be photographed. Thankfully I fainted before Karl actually showed up, so that spared me at least a modicum of embarrassment.
The paramedic, Lee, was lovely. He kept an eye on me without insisting on ridiculous medical intervention, believed me when I told him it was really no big deal, and listened intently while I explained my medical condition.
Eventually, I was stable, and there were no more people left in line for the photo op. Karl was getting ready to head out and the photographer (who was also a really great, patient guy) was like “wait, we’ve got one more” and the paramedic was like “I’m going to help her over to you, she fainted.”
Karl’s eyes went all wide and he looked at me and went “Oh no, you fainted? You poor thing!” and he wrapped his arm around me. At this point I was shaking like a god damned leaf and don’t actually remember too much more about it, other than that he asked the photographer to take two photos just in case, and he smelled really damned good.
So anyway we managed to take two photos, and then I asked if I could give him a gift, and he said it was fine, so I ran to get the faux-papercraft prints I made for him out of my purse. He looked at them quickly and sort of laughed and said “Oh, neat, I can draw my face on them” and I sort of stammered that he could if he wanted to, and I left them blank because I didn’t think I could have done his face justice. But then he actually studied them seriously for a moment and looked up at me and said “These are really neat, thank you!” and he actually looked like he meant it. I mean, I know the man is basically paid to lie with his face, but it felt genuine. It was pretty nice.
I got the photo, and I think I look like a potato, but I’ll scan it tomorrow.
So then I went and sat in a corner for a while and tried to calm down, and then went to get in line for the autograph part.
When I got up to the counter he remembered me (I suppose a six-foot woman with blue hair who fainted is pretty memorable, haha) asked if I was feeling better, and I said I was and apologised for the drama, and he smiled and said not to worry about it. I explained a bit about why it had happened, and explained that because of my health I wasn’t really able to get out and do much, and during my recovery from the surgery I escaped by watching a lot of fantasy and sci-fi movies, and at one point I realised there was a bit of a recurring theme in the things I found myself constantly re-watching, and he smirked at me and went “Me?” and I was like “Yeah, you.” and he laughed a bit.
And then I noticed he’d signed my photo with a bit of a non-standard message. He wrote Diane, if you need a doctor, call me. 555-SPACE-DOC. Love, Karl.
So I got even more flustered, and don’t honestly remember what he said after that, but he held his hand out so I took it to shake it and he just squeezed my hand with both of his and I kind of stammered and stuff again and said thank you and left.
So yeah he really is incredibly kind and patient and funny. And he smells amazing. And his eyes are even more gorgeous in person, it’s hard to explain but they’re like… very bright and clear and look much more greenish in person.
Ugh, I am stupid and smitten and uguughhh.
Most of the time when a stranger accidentally makes eye contact with me for too long I compulsively compliment something about them to alleviate the awkwardness like “yes, this is why we made eye contact, you have cool hair and we both had to acknowledge it good day”, but I definitely get the impression it backfires sometimes and they appear fearful that I’m a big scary road warrior lesbian hitting on them and then it’s even more awkward.
"How the hell did that even happen?"
"All I did was go with Joanna to kindergarten!"
"Go with her?”
"Yeah! She didn’t want me to leave, and then all the kids were excited to see Captain Kirk and how could I say no to those sad faces?”
"Well, now you get to follow the treatment I just forwarded to your PADD. Have fun with the shampoo."
oh jesus you combined them
Notes: Written as a fic exchange for thepathlesstrekked, where we picked some tropes we liked. I went with Coffee Shop AU, hired hand/worker, secret agents, accidentally married, and a bonus bed sharing.
“You know,” Jim drawled as he scribbled Leonard McCoy’s order on the cup. “For a guy who visits a coffee shop as often as you do, you don’t drink a lot of coffee.”
"Probably ‘cause it’s foul garbage.”
“Right.” Jim grinned; the first time he had seen the man walk in to the shop, it had been more of a stumble, bleary-eyed in the early morning as he mumbled out his order. ”Black tea, hot, nothin’ but the bare bones,” Jim drawled, mimicking the words from their first meeting as he went over to the pastry case to retrieve a peach muffin. ”Right?”
That earned Jim a wry smile. ”That’s the one.”
tell me there’s more
So I watched this music video, and this is in fact completely untrue. There are many scenes in which black/brown girls are casted.
One could conceivably argue that any white star who features twerking in a music video is automatically being exploitative.
However, that was not my perception of this video in particular. It actually appeared to me the director took pains to portray a variety of dance styles (ballet, interpretive dance, rhythmic gymnastics, break dancing, twerking, cheerleading, etc.) all as equally valid art forms. Every performing group in the video includes a variety of ethnicities. I think I did actually see a black/brown dancer in the ballet troupe, though it’s difficult to tell. Look in the rear left of this gif:
We don’t know if they cast individual dancers or hired a dance troupe, so if black women are underrepresented that might say more about the dance troupe’s selection practices than the video director’s casting practices.
All the styles of dance, ballet or otherwise are presented in the same fashion — talented professionals being brilliant + Taylor Swift being endearingly incompetent. The black women in the video aren’t portrayed as Taylor’s dancing accessories, but rather as experts in their style:
Moreover, at the end of the video there’s a sequence showing all the different professionals being silly and dancing in a non-choreographed manner, thereby humanizing them, showing they exist outside of their role as dancers in Taylor’s video:
I think if we interpret the twerking scenes in this video as demeaning, that says more about our cultural perception of black women than it does about this particular video’s specific portrayal of black women.
but to get into the baths and move jim so that he is settled in between bones’ strong thighs. Jim smiles and places lingering kisses on bones’ jawline before relaxing against bones’ sturdy chest and falling asleep in bones’ arms