Enterprising Dreams

Hair by @sims4allcc

Top by @bear-sims / recolor by me

Jean by @alecseycool

Bag by @starlord

Watch by @s-club-tbr

fandom: OMG SHIP

two (usually white) male characters: *emotionally charged moments of any kind*

fandom: OMG SHIP

interracial couple: *emotionally charged moments with obvious romantic undertones, canonical ship teasing or ACTUAL CANON romance*

Ready for the ultimate challenge? If you’ve been following from the start, then this year’s worth of vocabulary shall prove a mighty challenge for you - see how many words you can remember. Otherwise, if you’re new, here is a very long list of vocabulary to get you started! Good Luck! 

꿈: Dream

여행: Travel

시험: Exam

계획: Plan

찾다: To find

기분: Feelings

쉽다: To be easy

고민: One’s worries

의자: Chair

차: Car

책: Book

탁자: Table

도시: City

건물: Building

잡지: Magazine

나라: Country

가방: Bag

선생님: Teacher

나무: Tree

창문: Window

문: Door

의사: Doctor

ME! 😂

I feel like:

Nyota would be all smiles and super shiny eyes just for him. She would be very tense right before everything starts but then, when she can finally see him, she suddenly feels happy and calm. She holds his hand and she is at peace, and every tension she felt before doesn’t exist anymore.She probably feels like she wants to cry all the time, but only really cries when they are alone in their room and he nearly gives her a heart attack when he suddenly, effortless, scoops her up in his arms to carry her over the threshold. She laughs hysterically when he starts explaining he read about it being the ‘tradition’ and she knows he feels it is really illogical still,  but he doesn’t comment on that (which makes her laugh harder). .and it’s just, suddenly it hits her and it’s realizing the man she fell in love with years ago is still there after all the pain he had faced, and she still loves him the same, he still makes her heart beat faster.

Spock would be super calm right before seeing her so the guys can’t even really tease him (they hoped!), he’s just usual Spock calmand collected with everything perfectly in control. Then something weird happens because the moment she appears and he can finally see her she just…moves in slow motion. He forgets everything and his heart beats so fast he can’t hear a thing anymore. He’s totally mesmerized. Where is he? He can’t remember. For a moment he thinks he’s dying on his wedding day because his ears and brain seem to be filled by all the thoughts and all the sounds all at once (and he felt something like that only once - before losing consciousness after severe blood loss in a mission gone terribly wrong) but then..no, he realizes.. can happiness make someone feel like that?  He had no idea anyone could feel this, even less him. And then he gets calmer and his sanity is restored the moment she gets to his side and he can finally hold her hand, and then everything is a blurr still but he’s OK. He doesn’t cry but he does, his eyes are watery. She will never forget the image of him looking like that.

Farragut? she thought. She’d heard right, but that didn’t make it right. Straining to see over the heads of her fellow cadets, she finally found who she was looking for and broke from the crowd. Noting the look in her eyes, more than one person hurried to get out of her way. Spock was conferring with several other officers and did not notice her approach. She waited impatiently for the conference to finish. Waited, in fact, exactly one minute. No doubt the Vulcan would have appreciated the precision, but Uhura had no intention of alluding to it. “Commander—a word? If you can spare me some time?“

Their eyes met and he favored his fellow officers with a slight nod. “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me for a moment.”  Commander and cadet moved off to one side. Spock’s stance was wholly professional. “Yes, Lieutenant?” Her tone was even and controlled, but there was fire in her eyes. “Was I not one of your top students?” “Indeed you were,” he replied without hesitation. “Did I not receive a gold rating for xenolinguistic skills in all categories, from constructive verbalizations to click, whistle, and atmospheric manipulations of all kinds, giving the Academy first place over Kyoto and MIT at the Oxford Linguistics Invitational?”  “An exceptional achievement, to be su—” Heedless of his superior rank, she interrupted him without so much as a raised hand. “And did I not, on multiple occasions, make it clear that my dream and the reason behind four years of hard work was to serve on the Enterprise?” “Vociferously and repeatedly, perhaps even to the point of obsession,” he admitted. “Your ability to communicate in that regard was the equal of any of your classroom efforts.”

Uhura took a step forward. Anyone other than Spock might have found the movement threatening. “And yet I was assigned to the Farragut?”

Time hung suspended between them. Viewing the confrontation from afar, a neutral observer might reasonably have expected the Vulcan commander to upbraid the aggressive cadet, not only for her increasingly aggressive tone but for perceptibly intruding on a superior officer’s personal space. The actual consequences were rather different. Spock looked away. It was impossible to tell if he did so to avoid the cadet’s laser-like stare—or to see if anyone was watching. His voice also changed, its tenor becoming a touch less professional, a tad less…Vulcan. His reply clearly indicated concern for the agitated young woman standing before him. Concern—and possibly, just possibly, something more. One couldn’t tell from the actual words he spoke, of course. “I was simply,” he murmured low enough so that no one else could possibly overhear, “trying to avoid the appearance of favoritism.”

She advanced another step, which put her not quite inside his uniform, but close. “Uh-huh.” Fiery eyes dropped to the readout sheet he was holding. The gap remaining between them was barely wide enough for him to hold the thin sheet of radiant plastic without crumpling. “A simple entry mistake by Personnel. Happens all the time. Anyone would understand. I’m on the Enterprise.”