finding fanfiction i haven’t read yet
PUNK SPACE PIRATES SPOCK AND KIRK
mostly i wanted to draw spock with this hairstyle…
okay but can you imagine Bucky fucking something up and Steve’s laughing at him and Bucky glares and goes “Would you stop laughing at my boner and help me do something about it?”
and somewhere in the background Sam chokes on his food, knocks his knee into the counter and falls over to curl up on the floor and Steve just laughs louder
AU series: One direction meets Geordie Shore.
#I know a lot of people think Wincest is all about Sam and Dean being together sexually# But this right here# This scene is what Wincest is to me# Look at the sheer panic in Sams face# Look at the absolute loss he is feeling at his brother being gone# It’s panic and terror and he has no control and he can’t find Dean#and it’s his worst nightmare#It has always been his worst nightmare#Ever since he was a kid and Dean would leave him at Pluckys when he went on dates# It’s the fear of being without Dean#but more than that#It’s the fear that Dean will be without him# Sam will find him# and they wiill be together again# because that right there#is what this show is about#
based on the post where you only see colours when you meet your soulmate
spock had never seen colours. his father described them to him in cold terms. this is blue. orange. the sky is red and the sands are brown.
his mother was more emotional. green is living and brown is warm and blue is calm and yellow is happy. at seven years old, spock asked how a colour could be happy and amanda smiled sadly.
it was all grey to spock.
the first colour he ever saw was yellow. a shirt, his captain’s shirt. spock’s heart filled with hope and fear.
colours everywhere. purple was rich and dark and blue was cool and peaceful and green was beautifully terrifying, the colour of his lifeblood and red was worse, because jim had come to mean so much to him.
he saw how yellow was happy. yellow was his favourite. yellow was safe, yellow was jim’s colour, sunshine and joy and radiance, brilliant smiles and shy sweet ones, moments stolen and treasured.
yellow was the last colour he saw. the price of falling in love with a human.
jim died, and spock wept, and when he opened his eyes again, everything was grey.
no more colours.
reading a really gross smut fic out of curiosity only to discover a new kink thrust at you like a fucking diploma of shame
and maybe i’m too blind to see, the line was always crossed in me