Okay, Lets Try That Again, But Make It Gayer

Okay, let’s try that again, but make it gayer

so ya know the fan theory that Vulcans are descendants of cats? I wanna create an entirely different Star Trek species (for the sake of a fic idea I’m toying with) descended from bunnies! What would you call that????

Having a normal one

mr. Spock upon feeling one(1) human emotion

it's fucking me up how tv shows, movies, and even video games can't be "niche" content anymore

I Don’t Know Where My Spleen Is

Jim Kirk x gn!reader

⚠️: I don’t think there are any

~at this point it’s just my goal to find concerning titles~ word count: 355

It was shore leave, one of the few that you genuinely got to have without fighting some alien or being invaded by tribbles for. For god only knows what reason, the crew (and by crew I mean Kirk) decided that it would be fun for the crew and officers to try American football 🏈. So far it’s caused a lot of injuries, a headache for Bones, and the current situation. ——— “You’re crushing my spleen!” Kirk shouted as I had an elbow in his ribs and was trying to pry the ball away from him. “Oh come on, Captain!” I tried prying a little harder before continuing, “you don’t even know where your spleen is, there’s no way you would know if I were crushing it” I said through gritted teeth. “You’re right” he said before flipping me over and getting up, “I don’t know where my spleen is” just as he was about to run I grabbed him by the ankle and he fell face first (this had to be against the rules, but I don’t think we’re really playing by the rules anymore). Bones could be seen standing on the sideline and shaking his head. I climbed up over Jim so we were face to face. I smiled at him (he should have known I was planning something right then) I leaned in and began kissing him. I could hear a chorus of disgusted groans and sighs from all around the field, “Get a room!” Scotty shouted from one end of the field. I slowly worked my hands around to Jim’s sides. I snatched the ball and ran. Meanwhile behind me, Jim was still laying on the ground, dazed over and staring up at the sky. “Alright, Jim, I think that’s game over for you” Bones said as he helped Jim off the ground and onto the bleachers. I blew Jim a kiss from the end zone and he blushed, just before I got tackled to the ground by Nyota. “Serves you for making out during the game” she playfully chastised before sprinting to the other end of the field with the ball.