“You Could Have An Emotional Connection To A Shoe On The Side Of The Road — And I Don’t Mean That
“You could have an emotional connection to a shoe on the side of the road — and I don’t mean that as a negative.”
@brooklynislandgirl
More Posts from Haiiling and Others
80's AU.
@endeavvor, @ensnchekov, @scrapratsoldier, @haiiling, @hiippocrates
The vastness of space was harrowing as it was inviting. She stood there, not more than four foot two, her small button-nose pressed against the window, where she took a great deep breath as the two amber eyes setting behind thick glasses invited in the abyssal darkness running endlessly to forever-and-a-day and beyond. That darkness, however, was also consuming. Consuming in a way that it became a vivid awareness starting as a cold feeling in her toes, that crept up her legs and knobby-knees like a spindly legged spider. An awareness that told her something very old and very slow moved out in that sprawling void. She dearly loved space; but this was ancient space where strange things lurked in the bones and dust of long dead stars and systems. Pushing back from the window, she looked down the long narrow white hallways, the calm blinking lights on the panels of the wall split a joyful grin across her face, following a dreamy kind of impulse to idle left down the corridor – occasionally giving her high-top, cherry red sneakers an intentional squeak for the sake of the sound alone. After a seemingly arbitrary wander, she had arrived at a rather large arch. Each door panel had a frosted window, with a very long and important looking panel next to it with a constant stream of information, leaving her with a keen feeling she should go inside.
The doors opened with the pleasant sound that reminded her of paper sliding against paper; revealing behind them a room that did not disappoint her expectations. All manner of soft white light illuminating even brighter floors, walls and counters. Instruments with great silver knobs and dials, glass jars and beakers of every shape and size containing materials and liquids of every color in the rainbow, and some colors she was certain she had never seen up close with her own eyes. It was perhaps one of the most magnificent rooms she had ever seen or at the very least was certainly amongst her top ten favorite rooms she had ever been in.
An interesting thread of thought of favorite rooms entertained her while she peered closely at what had appeared to be a sentient kind of liquid, undulating in a closed jar, when she noticed two great, earthy brown eyes peering through the same jar on it’s opposite side.
She did not scream (she was, afterall, very brave – which she knew to be true, because everyone in her family had said so), but rather gasped sharply and covered her mouth to avoid more sounds coming out of it, and stepped to the side so she could see clearly to whom the eyes belonged. A boy.
A Vulcan boy.
She almost stated this very fact. She had the impulse to state a great many facts just then, because she knew more about the planet Vulcan than anyone in her class.
Even Junior Thomas, who claimed he knew everything and he didn’t even know the difference between the Vulcan Ambassador to Earth, Sarek, and Surak the Vulcan who (as she believed) invented logic. He was so stupid. And she was right. And she should say it. And she did. And then sometimes her teacher had to write a letter home to her mother for being unkind.
She resisted sharing any of this information with him with a tremendous effort on her part, for she was profoundly curious and fascinated by a great many and all things Vulcan, as it was one of her most favorite subjects in the whole galaxy to discuss with anyone willing to listen (and very occasionally the unwilling). She had only ever even seen, in person, a very few Vulcans and normally they were there to have very serious and grown-up conversations with her parents.
Vulcans were very grown up.
The boy hadn’t even spoken and she could tell that he was very grown up.
“Hi!” She winced, noting the over excitement in her own voice.
“Hello,” she began again, a little more seriously, in an attempt to try and sound more adult.
“My name is Nyota Uhura and three facts about me are that I really love space, Carl Sagan is my favorite scientist, and I just turned nine years old.”
Gingerly, Nyota rocked on the balls of her feet hoping with a great tremendous leap of her heart that he would be interested in looking at the Carl Sagan hardcover book in her backpack, complete with full color pages of planets. It was a very old book that her grandfather gave her for her birthday and it was currently her third most favorite thing she owned.
@fasciinating
exploring strange new worlds...
montgomery from star trek - mixed media influence and 21+. told by olivia | sideblog
ANIMATED LINES | rainbow.
wheeee, just some simple animated line dividers. kinda like the one in my pinned, hahah. I recommend saving on desktop since its smollllllll 😬
please like, reblog, and credit 〜
more dividers →
THE TINIEST DETAILS: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS
do they drive? if so, do they enjoy driving or do they hate it? or somewhere in between?
if they drive, where is their favorite location to drive to?
if they drive, do they own a vehicle? if so, what make and model?
what bumper stickers do they have on their car?
what paintings and/or posters are on their walls?
what is a song they listen to with the windows rolled down, turned all the way up, on the highway?
is there an artform they've always wanted to try (glassblowing, woodworking, painting, ect) but never have? if so, what about that artform speaks to them?
what time of day do they usually start getting sleepy?
do they catch a second wind? if so, what is their method for catching it (napping, drinking coffee, exercising, ect)?
are they a nap person? if so, how long are their naps? do they set a 20 minute timer and wake up before it? or set no timer and wake up in the middle of the night?
what is the most obscure book they've read?
what is a book that interested them so much they took it with them to the bathroom?
what did the air smell like during their childhood?
what is a core memory from their childhood that they look back on fondly and for comfort?
when was the last time they were held, and truly held, for several minutes? who was it with?
do they meditate? if not, have they ever tried? how did it go?
how many pennies and quarters do they have in their couch?
how dusty is their home? spotless, lived-in, dust bunny haven?
what is their favorite chocolate bar?
do they like their brownies fudgy or cakey? or not at all, and only want the crusts?
whats that one weird food combination that everyone else thinks is gross but they think is delicious?
where do they put their shoes when they come home from a long day?
after a vacation, do they immediately unpack or slowly retrieve items from their suitcase until its empty?
how often do they do self-reflection?
are they more afraid of being alone with themselves or with others?
have they ever had a near death experience? if so, what was it?
out of all the subjects in school, which was their favorite? which one did they excel at?
how many alarms do they have set on their phone? what is their alarm ringtone?
do they fart in front of other people? or do they hide their farts?
do they have to see any specialist doctors? if so, do they have a strong bond with their doctor or do they dislike them?
what is their favorite seasoning?
what is their favorite sauce?
how spicy is spicy for them? (pepper, jalepeno, ghost pepper, ect)
how long do they let the dishes go unwashed?
how much laundry do they accumulate before doing it?
what shampoo, conditioner, cologne/perfume and deodorant do they use?
conflictaverse . indie sam kirk . 18+ only . oc + crossover friendly . written by aj
-
brooklynislandgirl reblogged this · 1 year ago -
haiiling reblogged this · 1 year ago
