*bosun’s whistle*Star Trek and my pathetic life They/themGenderfluid, failing farmer, complete idiot
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Professor Spock’s perfectly scheduled life is forever changed when Captain Pike asks him to house Jim Kirk over the summer. What follows is a tiny story of epic love; featuring magical kisses, brain freezes, a Vulcan riding a bicycle, a Spanish-speaking Jim, illustrations, and an overabundance of tortillas.
Spock this, Kirk that… McCoy is the real star (heh) of the show.
getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)
I always hire my guests to help me with ‘chores’ (if they’re willing!), the kind of task that’s fun at first but less fun when you have to keep going for hours (burning all the broom bushes in the pasture, picking many kg of berries to make syrup, carrying a mountain of logs into the wood shed and building stable log piles so they don’t come cascading down later…) And every time I’m amazed by the way humans can make the most tedious tasks genuinely fun through… group dynamics? just the way people start interacting and bonding with each other when everyone is focused on the same repetitive physical activity. It’s hard to find examples because it’s always so specific to each situation; but I mean things like
people spontaneously specialising and developing a feeling of expertise and pride in their subtrade, no matter how silly (putting away firewood involved one Log Selecter outside going back and forth delivering logs to two Pile Builders who piled them up in the shed, and each rapidly created their own well-oiled System and became convinced it would be hard to replace them now that they had mastered their craft)
new vocabulary being coined and immediately adopted (the Pile Builders came up with nicknames for logs of different lengths and shapes so they could ‘order’ them from the Log Selecter more efficiently—”I’ve got a One-Armed Bandit here, I need another one to fit next to it, but with an ‘arm’ on the other side” “Here” “The arm is on the same side!” “Just turn it around and the arm will be on the other side”)
songs emerging almost by themselves (a song about fishing mussels was repurposed into a song about picking plums; a whole new song was invented to encourage weirdly-shaped logs to fit in with the others as we tried to fill all the gaps)
stories being told. Weaving a trivial task into a complex imaginary plot and context to make it more entertaining and meaningful
the extremely human compulsion to write down our knowledge to share it with future generations (I was told to take note of the best & quickest knot to tie up foliage when making tree hay, for the benefit of whoever does it next summer)
beliefs as to the Right Way To Do Things quickly solidifying into myths or superstitions, as we forget what drove us to do things this way in the first place, but trust that we had good reasons so now it’s the Way It’s Done
I always tell people to help only if they feel like it and we can stop anytime and I’ll finish later by myself, but what usually happens instead is that they want to come back at the same time next year to do this exact chore again because of how they’ve made it theirs in just a few days (or in one afternoon!) Give a group of humans a banal task and while they’re at it they will come up with a whole new inside slang, a few work songs and a handful of founding texts and myths, until it feels special and important. I love seeing the way these miniature folklores just emanate from people doing things together.
Doing very poorly. Is it just hormone imbalance? Living environment is rly hostile, wish I could uproot this shack and put it almost anywhere else.
Wish I could live at Jordan’s or somewhere closer to town, or just I dunno. Wish I had deeper connections with the people in my work life and could rely on them for support. We are so isolated. Who do they rely on?
Jose took us to get dominos. Jordan offered me a beer. I just want to be friends, I just want to share love. I want to hold hands. I want my cat to be safe and I want to have the time to learn about things that interest me. I don’t want Sal to be stressed out and tired.
I don’t want to be here anymore. I want everything to be different.
my idiot brain thinks if i watch enough star trek k/s will eventually be canon. and i don't mean making it canon in snw or whatever. i think that if i rewatch tos enough, one time kirk and spock will just kiss in the middle of 'the city on the edge of forever'
random stuff plus scenes from the star trek pocket novels that haunt me enjoy
spirk punk au spirk forehead kisses spirk being gentle 🤲
one funny thing about garashir is they are very deeply obsessed with each other and have developed a deeply unwise level of emotional intimacy so like, they could just have the most objectively mediocre sexual encounters and it would still be mind blowing for them. julian bashir is out here getting an awkward handjob from the most pathetic man that's ever lived and he's like ✨ EFFERVESCENT✨
reblog if you like star trek, or if you have lost the remaining shreds of control over your life and you are star trek and you’re shaped like the uss enterprise and star trek music plays every time you walk into a room, or if you are a tribble that can type
real bffs vulcan kiss each other