as far as cinnamon rolls go, I feel like Aos Chekov is a cinnamon roll, but TOS "I'll survive but I won't like it" "everything was invented in russia" Chekov is like 1000% *sinnamon* roll. In reality he's more about the ladies that Kirk! I was watching "The Apple" the other day and he spent the whole time macking on another crewmember and there were multiple times kirk had to be like "Chekov plEASE stop hitting on that girl and dO YOUR JOB!" when it comes to cinnamon rolls its Spock all the way
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I’M LAUGHING REALLY HARD AT “SINNAMON” ROLL THAT IS TOS CHEKOV 1000000%
Aaahhhh I feel like white looks better but black is cooler. :C still open for opinions. And thanks to everyone who’s added their thoughts. It’s really helpful!
I like the black because it’s part of their actual uniforms, but maybe if you want to stay with white a different colored background with help? It’s so so cute! I absolutely ADORE their sceptres!
The young woman looked up at him from underneath very pertly slanted brows and said calmly, “No eating in the auditorium, sir. Next?”
They headed into the auditorium. Spock was looking bemused: McCoy was grinning. “You cut it out,” Jim said. “Just for that, you’re not getting the aisle seat.”
“Spoilsport.”
and
Jim was mildly surprised to see that to his other rank tags and decorations, McCoy had added a small, understated IDIC. “If I didn’t know you better,” he said, “I’d think you were going native. When did you get that?”
“Today in the gift shop, when you were looking at the snowball paperweights with Mount Seleya in them. Tackiest things I ever saw.”
“Yes,” Spock said; “they were imported from Earth.”
“You be quiet. We cant let these people leave the Federation, Jim. At least not until they teach us how to make tasteful souvenirs.”
Jim groaned.
Also this is just great.
“I have to admit,” [Jim] said, “I wish I could be a little fly on the wall when you have your talk with T’Pring.”
Spock looked at him oddly. “Why,” he said, “would you desire to be a fly? And specifically a small one?”
Jim laughed. “You know perfectly well what I mean.”
Spock looked at Jim sidelong, and allowed himself the smallest smile. “More often than I used to,” he said, “yes. Good night, Jim.”
