can i stand the strain

If we’re being honest, most of us study our favourite character less like an entomologist studies a bug and more like an astronomer studies a distant star: drawing complicated inferences from extremely limited data, then getting tetchy about it when somebody else draws incompatible but equally well-supported inferences from the same data because it’s the fucking principle of the thing.

not me heatedly arguing about Leonard McCoy’s chances of thriving in a throuple 

#someone’s getting space laid tonight (via vulcanfingerkisses)

I love that the entire resolution of Amok Time depends on the fact that McCoy was going to what he thought was basically a wedding and thought, “hmm, better pack tranquilizers”. 

This isn’t very different from my personal take on weddings. 

Back in the day, like 1966 or so, men didn’t wear black teeshirts. If they existed at all, they were very hard to find. In fact, men didn’t wear a lot of black and a teeshirt wasn’t considered all the way dressed. That’s why Trek underwear is black — because it looked unusual and futuristic at the time. So when Spock showed up in this black ensemble it was as sexy as if they’d stripped him naked and laid him on a platter.

I love the trope of Spock saying something straightforward and unromantic and Kirk responding as though he was serenaded on a bed of roses under moon and candle light.   

It’s not a trope that’s the whole damn show