stringedvictory asked:

Prompts. Uh, explain how Spock came to be wearing a leather jacket straight out of "Grease" (google image search Leonard Nimoy leather jacket; I think it was from a Twilight Zone role or something similar.)

wildehack:

I’m cheating slightly and giving you new Trek, but w/e. 



Nyota inherited the jacket from her paternal grandfather, and thus it had sentimental value despite its age and design, clearly meant for a taller and broader human than Nyota herself. Despite the obvious illogic of attaching emotional worth to clothing, Spock found that he enjoyed those occasions during shore leave when she pulled it out of her trunk. She cuffed the sleeves liberally to reveal her slender wrists, the triangular collar folded over her shoulders. The leather was soft with age and care, the metal zippers only slightly warmed by her cool skin. Her hair, worn loose, made soft susurrations against the material. The overall effect was—beautiful, he realized while very slightly intoxicated in a bar on Andoria. A frivolous word, for a frivolous feeling—but nevertheless true. 

"I must confess to a particular appreciation for that garment," Spock admitted out loud, raising his voice to be heard over the music. He had consumed a bar and a half of extremely dark chocolate and Nyota was swirling her fourth Cardassian Sunrise, jacket draped over her shoulders. She blinked, and then gave him a familiar slow smile. "An aesthetic appreciation," he clarified, perhaps unnecessarily. 

"That’s interesting," she said, still smiling, and she drew the collar back slightly, revealing the pulse in her throat. Her fingers stroked idly at the collar, except that Nyota was never idle. His face felt excessively warm, and his mouth dry—no doubt side effects of the chocolate. 99.5 percent pure theobroma cacao, as the label boasted. "Very interesting," Nyota corrected herself, out and out grinning now. She leaned forward, the fingers of her other hand just barely settling on his wrist, and Spock felt certain something extremely interesting would have occurred at that juncture if they hadn’t both been distracted by raised voices from the other end of the bar, Dr. McCoy’s among them. 

"I’m gonna go deal with that," Nyota said, rising from her seat, but pressed one hand to his shoulder, keeping him there. "You stay right here. I’ll only be a minute." In one fluid motion, she slipped out of the jacket and laid it over his shoulders. He couldn’t quite muster a verbal response, still suffused with that unnatural heat, and the jacket did not help, surprisingly heavy and cool from Nyota’s body. He shivered. Nyota looked flushed herself, and she gave him a brief kiss before disappearing towards the sounds of a drunken struggle. 

The jacket fit. They delivered Dr. McCoy back to his quarters and the dubious care of the captain. The captain laughed when he saw Spock, but did not explain why. 

"Vulcans are more susceptible to cold," Nyota remarked, and Spock was grateful to remain silent. They left together, leather warmed by his skin, a cool human hand pressed to the small of his back.

" Are you okay?  
Fine, thank you, Lieutenant.

realitytrapped:

I’m rewatching Into Darkness, and OMG, look at these cuties.<3

Component Parts - Chapter 1 - rosa_acicularis - Star Trek (2009) [Archive of Our Own]

psicygni:

I was so incredibly sure that I had read each and every S/U story out there, so stumbling upon a new one was just the best Sunday morning treat.  I have no idea why this doesn’t have more kudos/comments/reviews/recs and why it was hiding in obscurity (at least hiding from me, maybe you all know and love this and I just missed the memo).  It’s got Spock and Nyota being annoyed by the other (my favorite), Gaila being hilarious (my favorite), Spock being a huge sweetie (my favorite), Nyota being stubborn (my favorite), and them being dorks (MY FAVORITE).

End of March || Spock & Uhura
phil-the-stone:

Also I feel like Uhura would do this thing where she mixes Swahili and Vulcan together when trying to comfort Spock.

(“amani” means something close to “peace” in Swahili - it actually has more of the connotation of “peace of mind”, if I understand correctly - like you use it in accordance with trustworthiness? I may be wrong. But yes, peace.)
(Ashayam is dear one in Vulcan bye)

phil-the-stone:

Also I feel like Uhura would do this thing where she mixes Swahili and Vulcan together when trying to comfort Spock.

(“amani” means something close to “peace” in Swahili - it actually has more of the connotation of “peace of mind”, if I understand correctly - like you use it in accordance with trustworthiness? I may be wrong. But yes, peace.)
(Ashayam is dear one in Vulcan bye)

sparklepoodles asked:

I love spock and uhura i so want a movie just on that couple

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yes! same here, same here! welcome to the  'we'd watch a whole movie that is only about their relationship' club


               but I f e a r,  I have nothing to give       I have so much to loose here in this l o n e l y place.
Tangled up in your  e m b r a c e    there's nothing I'd like better than to  F A L L  .
               but I f e a r,
  I have nothing to give
       I have so much to loose here in this l o n e l y place.
Tangled up in your  e m b r a c e
there's nothing I'd like better than to F A L L .
psicygni:

dippy-the-space-squid:

none-gavin:


An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colors don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.

But what if you touch them and you look around and see all the colors, and beauty.You get caught in the moment and ask  ”Do you see it too?” And they reply “What are you talking about?” 

That’s okay, I didn’t need my heart. 

Ok, but can we talk about this with S/U?  And how he doesn’t touch anyone?  And how she’s pretty tactile with her friends but maintains boundaries with him because of his culture, and spends an entire semester in his class (maybe with a ginormous crush on him but she will deny it until the day she dies) and then another semester as his TA (maybe madly in love with him but will clam up about it if asked) and he makes her laugh and that non-smile of his makes her heart flutter and half the time when she’s around him she can’t figure out what to do with her hands, and she thinks he’s smart and interesting and thoughtful, and she deeply, deeply respects him, and he is so goddamn attractive but if he thought those same things wouldn’t he at least try to touch her?  Or not hold his hands so stiffly away from her?  But it’s not a big deal, it’s nothing, it’s fine (Gaila, it’s fine stop bringing it up) though sometimes when it’s late and she’s leaving his apartment after another conversation that somehow lasted until midnight and they definitely haven’t run out of things to talk about, sometimes she wonders if that look on his face isn’t just nerves, if maybe he isn’t just as anxious and timid and curious as she is, but then he’s saying goodnight and she is too.  And they don’t touch while handing padds back and forth, and they don’t touch when one of them brings the other a mug of tea, and they don’t touch while bent over a console together, reviewing a translation, and eventually it seems like the pain that would be finding out he’s not the one eclipses the pain of always wondering, so she makes herself stop wondering about colors, and makes herself stop wondering how his skin would feel, and makes herself stop wondering about that look in his eyes that seems to be there more often than not.  And sometime in there, between her stomach jumping each and every time she sees him and a denial so deep she has herself half convinced he can already see colors, she gets careless, and instead of putting her stylus where it won’t roll off the table, she leaves it right on the edge, or maybe it’s him getting careless, because instead of the way he always watches how her hands move so that he doesn’t touch them, he reaches for it seemingly without thought and she does too and - oh.  She doesn’t have a word for what color his eyes are, not yet, but they’re soft and warm and he’s staring right at her and she’s not breathing and she doesn’t think he is, either, and she can’t look away from the details of him she can now see, like she could spend a lifetime drinking in the subtle highlights in his hair, the flush that’s spreading across his cheeks, and she’s just looking and looking and looking, and then she’s not anymore because they’re kissing, and she always thought when she could finally see colors, that’s all she would want to do but this… She happily closes her eyes and doesn’t open them again for a long time.

psicygni:

dippy-the-space-squid:

none-gavin:

An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colors don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.

But what if you touch them and you look around and see all the colors, and beauty.You get caught in the moment and ask  ”Do you see it too?” And they reply “What are you talking about?” 

That’s okay, I didn’t need my heart. 

Ok, but can we talk about this with S/U?  And how he doesn’t touch anyone?  And how she’s pretty tactile with her friends but maintains boundaries with him because of his culture, and spends an entire semester in his class (maybe with a ginormous crush on him but she will deny it until the day she dies) and then another semester as his TA (maybe madly in love with him but will clam up about it if asked) and he makes her laugh and that non-smile of his makes her heart flutter and half the time when she’s around him she can’t figure out what to do with her hands, and she thinks he’s smart and interesting and thoughtful, and she deeply, deeply respects him, and he is so goddamn attractive but if he thought those same things wouldn’t he at least try to touch her?  Or not hold his hands so stiffly away from her?  But it’s not a big deal, it’s nothing, it’s fine (Gaila, it’s fine stop bringing it up) though sometimes when it’s late and she’s leaving his apartment after another conversation that somehow lasted until midnight and they definitely haven’t run out of things to talk about, sometimes she wonders if that look on his face isn’t just nerves, if maybe he isn’t just as anxious and timid and curious as she is, but then he’s saying goodnight and she is too.  And they don’t touch while handing padds back and forth, and they don’t touch when one of them brings the other a mug of tea, and they don’t touch while bent over a console together, reviewing a translation, and eventually it seems like the pain that would be finding out he’s not the one eclipses the pain of always wondering, so she makes herself stop wondering about colors, and makes herself stop wondering how his skin would feel, and makes herself stop wondering about that look in his eyes that seems to be there more often than not.  And sometime in there, between her stomach jumping each and every time she sees him and a denial so deep she has herself half convinced he can already see colors, she gets careless, and instead of putting her stylus where it won’t roll off the table, she leaves it right on the edge, or maybe it’s him getting careless, because instead of the way he always watches how her hands move so that he doesn’t touch them, he reaches for it seemingly without thought and she does too and - oh.  She doesn’t have a word for what color his eyes are, not yet, but they’re soft and warm and he’s staring right at her and she’s not breathing and she doesn’t think he is, either, and she can’t look away from the details of him she can now see, like she could spend a lifetime drinking in the subtle highlights in his hair, the flush that’s spreading across his cheeks, and she’s just looking and looking and looking, and then she’s not anymore because they’re kissing, and she always thought when she could finally see colors, that’s all she would want to do but this… She happily closes her eyes and doesn’t open them again for a long time.

“Of mine? [favorite costume from movies she played] I think Star Trek. There is something about those costumes that [designer] Michael Kaplan definitely had that honored the old but brought in that spunk of today.
They were just really likable. They weren’t comfortable all the time. It was rather cold sometimes, but they certainly looked great.”
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However,  the actress now says her itsy-bitsy Uhura attire was more revealing than we would have ever imagined.

"I kept being reminded by all my male cast members that I was flashing,” ‘Oh, Zoe, cross those legs.’ And I would say, ‘They are crossed.’ [They would say], ‘Well, then put something over that because I’m just seeing everything.’”

"I just remember always being exposed no matter how hard I would try. I would tell Michael that we had to work on this and he would say, ‘But it looks so cute.’ .. "

Zoe Saldana (video)

…those are short but imagine Nichelle Nichols dealing with her swimsuit Uhura’s uniform…

I agree with her comment ‘honored the old but brought in that spunk of today’. You see that difference with the male uniform too. The new boots are my favorite (and are more realistic than the male and female heeled boots from tos) and the pants the guys wear with all those subtle lines and details are perfect. The fabric of all the uniforms also has a subtle starfleet logo pattern to it that is pretty neat.
also, never forget Spock’s fabulous academy instructor jacket

*halp*

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