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Hi friendslist! How are you? You've been kind of awesome. Thank you for the books and the random conversations and the WIP-viewing and just everything.

I don't have anything really exciting for you in return, but this is what I've been giggling over all week. Maybe you'll find it amusing too.

Real life story. Twelve-year-old mentality required. )

Also, I was going through my old lab books and found this drawing of a radio telescope. That experiment had some long calibration procedure we had to sit through, which is why I was drawing it, I guess. Anyway. It needed more Spock.

I'd totally curl up in a radio dish with him. )
lymanalpha: (spock's hand)
Title: Art Deco Spock/Uhura
Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Rating: PG at most, for a clingy dress
Disclaimer: I like them very much, but they are not the hell my whales.
Notes: Created at the request of [livejournal.com profile] sesh_khem, as part of Prompt-a-Mod Day at [livejournal.com profile] st_respect. Referenced to photographs and to the paintings of Tamara de Lempicka.
Apologies: To my friendslist people, for subjecting them to a new post with this thing just about every time I made a new brushstroke. And to art historians, for potential artistic inaccuracies, because dammit Jim I'm an astronomer.
Eight Billion Thanks: To [livejournal.com profile] anodyna, for inestimable wisdom and invaluable artistic eyeballs. And brains (not BRAAAINS, just brains).

Preview:
Photobucket

Here! )
lymanalpha: (oldspock)
Title: Know Thyself
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lymanalpha
Pairing: Spock/SpockPrime. Mentions of Spock/Jim/Bones.
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: READ THE PAIRING. Also, more Sad Vulcans.
Disclaimer: I do not own either Spock, or the worlds they live in.
Words: 1120
Summary: From the prompt-a-mod thing at Ship Wars. The prompt was for Pon Farr, with them stuck in a someplace, but I dunno, this is what came out instead? Sorry. I'm still playing with it. It's getting better.

You DID read the pairing? )
lymanalpha: (spockhearts)
Title: Stability Against Convection
Author: lymanalpha
Pairing: Spock/SpockPrime
Rating: Uh. PG for actual goings on, but R for possibly incest?
Warnings: Read the pairing! Nothing explicit, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Spock.
Summary: A sketch thing. Made it a while ago and was originally going to translate it to some physical medium or other but I very much suspect I won't get around to it, and I kind of like it as it is.

There's a story thing that goes with it. That will come later. Soon.

Vulcans! )
lymanalpha: (sphere)
*Or binoculars.

I walked outside yesterday evening and looked up at the sky and HEY! Orion smacked me in the face.

Not literally. But. You know what's in the sky near Orion? The constellation Eridanus. And in Eridanus is an unassuming dwarf star called 40 Eridani - 40 Eri for short, sometimes Keid - and this star is, as far as I know, the best guess for Vulcan's sun.

I think this is IMPORTANT TO FANDOM, yes. I'm pretty sure you all NEED this information, even if you haven't realized it yet. So, here, with pictures: How to find Vulcan's sun in the sky using only your eyeballs - and how to see it with binoculars, if you live in a city.

Astronomer explosion! )
lymanalpha: (ladyromulan)
Title: Fruit and Water
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lymanalpha
Pairing: Sarek/SpockPrime
Rating: R
Warnings: DID YOU READ THE PAIRING? Okay. Also: Sad Vulcans.
Disclaimer: I like them very much, but they are not the hell my whales.
Words: 893
Summary: For [livejournal.com profile] st_respect's Ship Wars, on behalf of Team Crackship. Prompt: hangover. Not sure where this came from, but I suppose I'm going to hell for it, yeah? Maybe I have a thing for Sad Vulcans.

Only click if you're sure you want to read this. )
lymanalpha: (spock!)
Title: Stop! Logic Time
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lymanalpha
Pairing: None. SpockPrime and Sarek.
Rating: G
Warnings: Ridiculous!
Disclaimer: I like them very much, but they are not the hell my whales.
Summary: [livejournal.com profile] temporalranger has an icon with an asymptotic function and "CAN'T TOUCH THIS" on it. You know who likes math jokes? Spock.

Also I secretly <3 MC Hammer. )
lymanalpha: (sphere)
I'm at the telescopes this week, tucked in an observatory on an Arizona mountaintop.

I grew up in the Arizona desert. I grew up with clouds being objects of interest, rain a novelty, brown the default landscape, and I grew up hating it. But, dammit, it was mine. Now I live in Boston, where the rain smells only of wet dirt and pavement, and it's not right. Not home, not quite.

So I get why Spock's hanging around again. Maybe some things about the desert you just can't shake. It's not his desert, true, but it's something.

We walk to the telescopes at sunset, me and Spock. Mountain dust scuffs his Starfleet boots. But his stride is easy and he seems almost relaxed - better than either of us have been in weeks, because school's a damn pain, and being stuck in my head must be as well.

We're early, can't open the domes till the sun's gone clear behind the mountains, so we climb to the roof to watch it sink. Nothing like a desert sunset. Spock's holding something between his fingers with great care - it's a twig. A little branch with rounded duplex leaves, from one of the scrubby, tenacious shrubs lining the road, but it's my favorite of all the plants here.

I'm a little surprised he knows it, though. "I don't suppose you had creosote bushes on Vulcan?"

"We did not," he says.

Creosote is what makes my desert rain smell like, well, rain. It's a greenly resinous odor I'd know anywhere, branded so deep in my memory that I wake in Boston missing it. "Here," I tell him, and sprinkle a few drops of water on a leaf.

He brings it to his face with his curious delicacy and sniffs gently at it. I see the corner of his mouth shade almost into delight before he hides his face - maybe our deserts are more alike than I'd thought. "It has," he says "quite a pleasant aroma."

I leave Spock on the roof, with his pungent leaves and the emerging stars. Come nightfall I'll be lost in a world of spectra, stellar and galactic, and also buried in homework, because school doesn't quit being hell just because I'm cross-country. But the stars here are without compare, and the rain, if it falls, will smell of creosote. Spock's almost smiling, and that'll have to do.

Just his head and he's wearing a shirt. )
lymanalpha: (sphere)
It's late evening and I have a computer full of naked pictures of Cupcake when there's a knock at the door. It's Spock. "Hi, Spock". He's cradling something in his arms. It's flat and round and looks like - "is that a frisbee?"



More naked Spock to follow. Less explicit, though. Also greener. )
lymanalpha: (Default)
An illustration for [livejournal.com profile] northatlantic's One of Many Pictures , in which there is a Men of the Enterprise calendar. Spock's month is "some sort of classical art pose with a laurel wreath on his head" and the image wouldn't leave mine, so here he is. The pose is Apollo Belvedere .


He's in, um, a lab. With a tall window/viewscreen. It is a wiggly window because straight lines and my paintbrush don't get along very well.


Sorry about the quality - I don't have a scanner.


Preview:


NSFW for reasons of naked Spock )

lymanalpha: (spockhearts)
Title: The Less-Giant Post of Spock-In-Silly-Outfits
Character: guess.
Rating: G
Summary: Tutu! and Cheerleader!Spock.

Nothing worse than...a little tulle? )
lymanalpha: (spockhearts)
Title: The Giant Post of Spock/Science
Character: SPOCK.
Warnings: Some nudity.
Summary: Spock/Graphs, Spock/Telescopes, Spock/Errorbars...

Warnings: Some Nudity )

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