Ships ships ships.

kingshezza:

finding fanfiction i haven’t read yet

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reapersun:

PUNK SPACE PIRATES SPOCK AND KIRK
mostly i wanted to draw spock with this hairstyle…

reapersun:

PUNK SPACE PIRATES SPOCK AND KIRK

mostly i wanted to draw spock with this hairstyle…

bluandorange:

bluandorange:

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

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AU series: One direction meets Geordie Shore.

koon-ut-kal-if-ee:

based on the post where you only see colours when you meet your soulmate

colours.

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.

colours. colours.

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.

dogrot:

reading a really gross smut fic out of curiosity only to discover a new kink thrust at you like a fucking diploma of shameimage

stereowire:

and maybe i’m too blind to see, the line was always crossed in me

stereowire:

and maybe i’m too blind to see, the line was always crossed in me