Somehow, I’m all three of them right now.
Okay, let’s do this one last time, yeah? For real this time. This is it. My name is Miles Morales.
SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE (2018)
A goofy lil idea I had for a 1950s AU where Spock is an active artist/writer/musician in the beat movement, and Kirk is from Leave it to Beaver.
Kirk is enamored with the new things that big-city Spock teaches him, and Spock adores small-town Kirk’s genuine, heartfelt hospitality.
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Kirk: … Mr. Spock<3?
Spock: yes James darling.
Kirk: I um, wrote some poetry & I was wondering if you’d maybe take a look
Spock: POETRY! Why of course James!
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Spock:…
Kirk: well? What do you think?
Spock: James… is this your first time writing poetry?
*kirk experiences despair*
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Spock: JAMES! why are you crying?
Spock: your poetry may not be refined, but it is IMPORTANT. It is YOU. It is IMPORTANT BECAUSE it is YOU.
Spock: your poetry represents everything you are now James, but also everything you ever might be
Spock: it is the manifestation of your present state which makes it inherently valuable, worthwhile & beautiful. Other people’s opinions are irrelevant.
Spock: including my own
Kirk: oh. Thank you
Kirk I think… 
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One Big Bed
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Kirk: *yaawwn*
Kirk: Ah, the start to another beautiful day on the enterprise!
Kirk: Rise and shine Mr Spock<3!
Spock: Jim, it is not time to get up yet.
Kirk: Nonsense Mr Spock<3 the early space bird gets the space worm!
McCoy: DAMMIT JIM! I'm a doctor, not an owl! I need my sleep!
Chekov: Keptin, why iseverybody yelling?
Sulu: is that the time? Oh my.
Uhura: mph. hailing frequencies closed sir.
Scotty: I cannae take much more a this.
The fact that they all have separate quarters and beds means absolutely nothing to me btw.