superwholockibalstreet

legally an adult, mentally a terrified starfleet ensign, emotionally a mix between the self-imposed repression of a vulcan and the operatic fury of a klingon

I get on tumblr dot com, reblog 100 posts in less then 5 minutes, then i leave

Volvo p1800 - early one - built by Jensen in England.

UN! MUTE!

McCoy like “No, Spock is not my friend, yes, I have a three terabyte folder dedicated to health theories about him.”

I’m a little bit convinced that this is part of why Spock is Like That about personal information and medical treatment. He is Scientifically and Medically Significant, so logically, on the hand opposite the xenophobes, there should be a bunch of nerds scientists/doctors out there in the Federation who would give up a limb just to wave a tricorder over Spock and get an in-depth look at his WEIRD, WEIRD BIOLOGY. There must have been distant relations and family acquaintances on little Spock’s birthdays (until he could grow up and start concealing the existence of his birthday) who were genuinely (horribly) like, “Congratulations on still being alive! Wow!” 

Add to this the fact that young Spock was routinely wandering into the wilderness AKA the australian outback of Vulcan on his own, a place full of things that actively wanted to eat him, like damn, baby Spock really actively rejected that whole medically fragile miracle baby narrative, huh?