Horror & Comic Book Fiend

Sa'Vin arrived at the home he shared with his wife. The sun sat a deep orange slit on the horizon turning the lavender sky of day into an inky dark blue. T'lara would be rising from her second sleep, and he would have to greet her. It was illogical to wait but he lingered at the front door a moment longer before typing in the access code.

Coolness swept up the staircase far more welcoming than the steely gaze of his mate. Who waited for him in the main living area. She was still in her house robe, fresh tea in her grasp, hair precision cut into the traditional style.

"Husband." She stated. " I did not expect you until the morning." Removing his boots he approached her offering his two extended fingers to her.

She did not stand to touch her fingers to his, it was then he noticed she had not prepared tea for him. "How long will be home?" She asked.

Sa'Vin sat on the sofa keeping his back straight. "Not long, I have been promoted to Commander. I will be joining Captain Solok as his Number One."

T'Lara raised an eyebrow. " Captain Solok? I have admired his essays since I was a child." He nodded in recognition. " I thought it would please you, although he is no longer allowed an all Vulcan crew. It was a special allowance given the circumstances." T'Lara could only spare so much of her attention on her husband's work. " A pity. The adjustment for him will be a challenge." She said before standing. " Follow me husband I have something I must show you."

Perhaps another man would be captivated by the shape of their wife wrapped in thin clinging fabric. Even the most stoic Vulcan man could be stirred by the knowledge her bare skin lay underneath, especially after so long apart. Sa'Vin simply noted that she'd had the floor tiles replaced.

His mother had picked those tiles. Glossy deep green circles had been replaced by white, rather dingy looking, hexagon tiles.

Down the hall was the room they kept for guests. She opened it without ceremony revealing the crib with a still sleeping infant.

Sa'Vin's clenched his hands into fists.

"The product of your last visit."

He forced his feet closer to the crib, he had to see, had to look at what he had done. A beautiful child, round apple cheeks, perfect pointed ears, and fair brows that had not darkened yet. Sa'Vin swallowed the urge to be sick.

" I thought it wise not bother you while you were away. Her name is T'Vara, she is healthy, her Katra is strong-"

Sa'Vin snapped his eyes at his chattering wife.

"I can feel it." He schooled his tone to keep it even. "You should have told me. I could have taken leave." T'Lara blinked languidly. "Illogical, you were not needed."

Sa'Vin waited until his wife settled in for the first sleep at noon when the suns were high, to depart for town. A short drive by shuttle car given that most of Vulcan was at rest. T'Lara had begged Sa'Vin's father to have transporter installed but he had refused. He had enjoyed traveling it gave one reason to meditate on the surrounding life.

Sa'Vin's focus was elsewhere. He left the shuttle parked in the designated area outside the studio. A modern glass dome type building. He was already waiting outside, dark skin dappled by a tree in need of pruning.

They greeted each other silently with the salute. It was poor manners to speak outside during the resting period. " K'Var." Sa'Vin mouthed just to feel the movement of his name on his lips once again. K'Var cocked his head gently at the action before stepping aside to allow Sa'Vin to pass.

Once the door swished closed K'Var had his back pressed against it. Their hands danced together as Sa'Vin pressed his forehead to K'Var.

" You are troubled?" K'Var pulled away as his mind tasted the distress at the edges of Sa'Vin's thoughts. A strong broad hand cupped the back K'Var's neck.

"Please, just allow me a moment. I have been without you too long."

K'Var squinted his eyes softly. A Vulcan smile.

" It is never only a moment with you Sa'Vin."

They reclined in the pile of cushions K'Var kept near what was the back of the dome. Sa'Vin cradled K'Var in his lap, letting his head rest against his bare chest. " You changed your hair." Sa'Vin traced the tight braids that lined his scalp. " I turned fifty while you were away. I thought a change was appropriate."

Sa'Vin flinched as K'Var tousled his already messy hair. "Perhaps we should match?" K'Var jested dryly. Sa'Vin snatched his fingers and pressed them to his mouth making the man in lap shudder.

" I do not think it would suit me as well as you." His breath ghosted over his knuckles. K'Var moved to straddle his lap, facing him fully, his green eyes bore into Sa'Vin's brown. " Tell me what happened. My concern is growing."

Sa'Vin leaned forward to take the open bottle of champagne off the low lying tea table. His former shipmate had recommended it. " My wife goes crazy over the stuff." He had said wiggling his brows in an bemusing manner. Sa'Vin had thought K'Var might like it.

He drank it straight from the bottle, and K'Var crossed his arms. "You will not charm me by forgoing proper etiquette, this time." Sa'Vin sighed through his nose. " I am a father."

K'Var almost stumbled in his rush to stand. He grabbed his robes from the floor to cover himself.

"Get out." He said it like a hammer hitting a nail. His face perfectly held to halt even the slightest twitch.

"K'Var, please. Let me explain." When he stood K'Var refused to look at him instead snatching the Star Fleet uniform from where it laid. " Put on your clothes, and leave." He insisted.

"Ashayam." Sa'Vin tried to capture his hand.

"Don't." K'Var jerked away from him. " Do not. go." He commanded for the final time.

Sa'Vin did not return home until the small hours of the morning. His wife did not acknowledge him as he stalked past her to the nursery.

I love how the spiritual center of Vulcan society is the pursuit of logic. I love this agnostic/atheist approach to religion because that’s what it is, and I especially love how it’s clearly not a perfect belief system.

I feel that a lot of atheists have this idea that if theistic beliefs completely disappeared the world would become like a utopian society, and in many ways it would. Unfortunately, it’s been clear from the jump that Vulcans have a massive superiority complex, and share a collective shame over being “Vulcan” enough, with a penchant of being overly prideful.

They have illogically moralized logic as a concept. “If I’m not Vulcan enough I’m a bad person.” It doesn’t even matter if what they did from emotion harmed anyone. Acting on emotions is shameful.

Then you have the various sects of Vulcan spirituality. You have the Logic Extremist, who justify acts of terrorism as the logical conclusion to keep Vulcan culture pure and unchanged by outside influences. You have the Kolinar Monks and Nuns who dedicate their lives to eradicating all emotions from themselves. Then you have the Vulcans without logic who want to express emotions.

A lot of fans seem to forget that it is completely realistic for Vulcans to act on a spectrum. Because they seem to forget that logic is a spiritual practice for them.

There are going to be individuals who take logic extremely seriously and others who may be a bit more relaxed. Like how every major religion has a dogmatic view and a progressive view.

I have two favorite examples of this.

T’Pring’s parents to start with. You have the mother who expects everything to be traditional and done perfectly to the smallest detail. She expects her children to express zero emotion no matter how cutthroat her criticisms are. Then the father who is so obviously happy to be on the Enterprise, loves the food, and is terrified of upsetting his wife.

This father lets his children smile in the house, as a treat, if the mother isn’t around.

T’Pring also seems to struggle with suppressing emotions in regard to her mother. This woman is an essentially a physiotherapist for Vulcans who have committed crimes from a lack of emotional control, AND SHE IS STRUGGLING.

My personal favorite is V’Lar from Enterprise. V’Lar is warm, kind, and even makes a joke at the dinner table. T’Pol who is much stricter in practice is horrified.

“Is this necessary?"

"Hush!" Angel replied as she delicately applied eyeliner to Eel's waterline.

" This feels horrible."

"You're going to look so hot though it'll be worth it." She kissed him on the forehead. With a stumpy brush she smudged black shadow under his eyes.

She insisted on doing his hair too leaving his curls loose something he hadn't done since he was a boy. " You gotta be kidding me." He rolled his eyes as she dusted glitter into his perfectly tousled locks. " You look cute!" Angel assured him, brushing glitter onto her chest and cleavage.

She had been dressed when he arrived. A rainbow halter top, black bell bottom jeans and matching rainbow heels. " You're going to need a stick for those girls." He teased, his hands sliding past her hips to squeeze her rear. She swatted him away playfully.

" Well, I think you'll be very popular with the boys." Angel said as she moved out of the way of the mirror. " You're a stud." She assured as he rubbed at his neck nervously. " I certainly look gayer." Eel stood up, pulling at the cropped shirt Angle had given him."

It read Chicago Pride 2000 in block letters across the front. " I'm not wearing the shorts." He said definitively and Angel let him keep the jeans that hung low on his hips. The lower half of his defined torso was on full display. A dark trail of hair ran a line from his navel past the band of his underwear.

She watched his reflection in her mirror vanity as she did her hair. A big waterfall ponytail tied with a Pink, purple, and blue ribbon. "You should let your curls out more often, you're dreamy."

Eel helped her fan out her ponytail. " I'd never hear the end of it from Ozzy and the guys." He kissed her neck cheekily. "-But, maybe for you, I could be persuaded." She pinched at his jaw. " Maybe grow a little facial hair?" Angel prompted with hopeful eyes.

I’ve seen like a dozen posts about tumblr only using the standard six colored flag for the Like Button animation

And how it doesn’t include the Trans or black/ brown inclusion colors.

…it literally does, unless I’m misunderstanding something.

I would like to remind everyone that Lia Thomas TIED for 5th place. Which means this trans woman, supposedly biologically superior to every cis woman she is competing with, LOST to four other CIS WOMEN.

Hhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm. I’m starting to think that maybe conservatives don’t know shit about biology, and maybe they base their beliefs on misogyny.

Also if Riley saw her penis…okay. Big fucking deal. Lady nurses see dicks all day. They don’t burst into flames and neither did you.

Her eyes were bigger and rounder than any Vulcan's he had met in the past. Long face framing locks of hair extended slightly past her chin. If she wasn't taken he might risk it all.

" Yeah of course, send me a communication when you're available. Sam agreed as Tourik slurped noodles out of a bowl. He was sitting in the single chair by the tiny window.

Sam cut his eyes to him before wishing Tu'Vo a goodbye. The door slid shut and Sam turned to Tourik.

"You want to eat those a little louder? I don't think they heard you across campus."

Tourik placed his empty bowl in his lap before tenting his fingers as if in meditation. " She wants to have intercourse with you."

Sam almost lost his grip on the ladder rung to his bunk. He froze halfway up the ladder. " Run that by me again." Tourik placed his bowl in the replicator to be recycled. " Cadet Tu'Vo is pursuing you for a sexual encounter."

Sam nodded, still hanging on the ladder, one foot tapping against the metal. " Okay, so you just told me that Tu'Vo wants to sleep with me. Which I know is wrong because she's engaged and Vulcans don't do that."

A micro movement tilted the corners of Tourik's lips briefly. " Tu'Vo has no Intended, as do most Vulcan cadets."

He leaned back in the orange chair that was too small for either of them. Sam jumped off the ladder. "Alright, I can buy that. Sure, no boyfriend waiting back home. But, you guys don't do that." Sam responded confidently.

Tourik raised an eyebrow. "I can assure you Vulcan's do." Sam crinkled his nose and chuffed a laugh. " Not…casually." Tourik sighed from his nose and let his other brow raise in emphasis. Sam put his hands on his hips.

" Well, you've never brought anyone back to the dorm." Tourik swiveled the chair to face the window. " Oh, now you're demure and shy. If I go to Tu'Vo right now she's gonna rock my world, a Vulcan?"

Tourik turned his had with a snappish haste. " -and now we're offended!" Sam accused and Tourik did not confirm. " I surmise that if sufficient privacy exists and you are agreeable. It will be a learning experience for you."

Sam's eyes bugged out of his head and his mouth dropped open. " I don't need any further education you pointy eared prick." Tourik shrugged and returned his attention to the view of the Quad.

" I'm gonna go to her right and tell her what you said. I can't wait to see that fallout." Sam threatened leaving the dorm with a swish of the sliding door.

Three and a half hours passed before he returned. Tourik did not look up from the article he was reading on his PADD.

" Was it as horrible as you imagined."

Sam sat on the ground next to his bunk and glared until Tourik could not ignore him.

" What is wrong with you people?"

Sam was beat red, slightly sweaty still, his uniform wrinkled.

" Why do they bite so damn much?"

Tourik rested his PADD against his chest as Sam wrestled the top half of his jumpsuit down. The under shirt was missing, his bear skin was a map of teeth marks, scratches and a few bruises.

" Would you like the dermal regenerator?"

Sam stood up. " Fuck you." He replied flatly.

The man was fully dressed, boot still on, pacing.

Thump, thump, thump. Measured controlled steps across the narrow dorm. Lights fully on, strong incense clouded the small space.

Vulcans were the worst roommates and Sam couldn't take it anymore. Turning from the wall he sat up in his bunk. The clock built into the headboard read 0300.

The pillow flew across the room only for Tourik to catch it. " Go. To. Bed!"

Tourik opened his mouth to speak.

" Shut it. This is the third night in a row you've kept me up. Other species need to sleep."

Sam slumped back down folding his arms over his chest.

" Vulcans are nocturnal." Tourik replied finally. " I am unaccustomed to sleeping during the night."

He tossed the pillow gently back to Sam. " I know what nocturnal means. Lay down!" He snapped.

" Computer lights off."

Sam closed his eyes tight but could feel Tourik standing in the middle of the room, staring at him.

He risked a glance.

Tourik's bright eye shine bored into him about an inch away from his face. " You, are a creepy little man." Sam whispered.

" …I am taller than you." Tourik whispered back.

"Get in your bunk." Sam poked him in the forehead and he ducked down disappearing into his own bed.

A few minutes passed.

" Hey Tourik?"

" Yes, Sam."

" I'm sorry, you're not creepy."

" I apologize for my inconsiderate behavior." He replied.

It was quite again.

" I find it strange humans have clothes for sleeping."

Sam blinked hard.

" Tourik are you naked. Right now?"

"…Would that be a problem?"

Sam jumped out of his bunk.

I have to say as someone who leans towards the bisexual camp, wouldn’t the “best of both worlds” be a throuple? If we’re talking only sex and physical characteristics?

A hot person with lady stuff and hot person with dude stuff? No?