#I WILL be drawing more kisses from Lenard that is a PROMISE

[after-hour-diner]

I think Lenard should give kisses. I think it would be fun for the showman type character they are.

[olderthannetfic]

(This got longer than intended, sorry!)

On the topic of canon vs fanon: I have just finished watching Star Trek: TOS (only the series, no movies yet), and have promptly acquired like five ships simultaneously (can't be trusted around too many characters apparently, for I'll immediately throw them all into some pot and then draw out name-combos and start shipping them lol). I know your blog is not Trek-centric, but I thought maybe your followers might know the answer to the following question.

Is the hand-holding = kissing in Vulcan culture thing fanon? I haven't found anything that explicitly or implicitly stated that it's making out or kissing specifically in canon, only that hands are very important to Vulcans, and that hand gestures carry great meaning for them, according to Memory Alpha (the website, not the library) or more specifically according to its article on Journey To Babel, where it said that Mr Lenard and Ms Wyatt consulted with Mr Nimoy and he told them about the importance of the aforementioned hand stuff, which apparently lead to them creating the little hand-holding-with-two-fingers gesture.

I've stumbled upon multiple posts where people said that nurse Chapel was sexually assaulting Spock by holding his hand, and that confuses me quite a bit. (This combo is among my acquired ships, as is Kirk x Spock and McCoy x Kirk x Spock, among others, so seeing those posts made me a bit sad lol. I haven't posted or reblogged anything for TOS or Trek in general yet, and am a bit scared to, since there seems to be quite some ship rivalry, and I feel a bit lost as a multishipper who likes the appeal of multiple "rival" ships.)

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I don't recall where that one comes from. Trek does have a sprawling mass of canon though, so I can't promise it is or stayed fanon if that's how it started.

Like... the two Klingon dicks thing was fanon, but it just got made canon recently.

[peakyblinders1919]

Plans

“Love you, love you, love you, love you, and love you.” You said each one followed by a kiss to one of your child’s head as you went down the line of them sat at the table.

“Bye!” They called, paying more attention to the food in front of them than you leaving. Your turned towards John who was sat at the head of the table reading the paper and looking at the kids.

“And I love you.” You said with a giggle when he pouted at you like a kid upset he’d been left out. You Lenard down and took his face in your hands kissing him.

“Love you too.” He smirked.

“Mum…” a little voice said followed by a tug on your dress. You looked down to see Will about to cry. You picked him up and swung him back and forth.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Aw, honey I’ll only be gone a few days. I’ll be back before you know it.” You beamed.

“George and Peter are gonna be mean to me.”

“No they won’t, I’ll make sure of it bud.” John said, standing up to take his son from you.

“Go have fun, we’ll be fine.” John reassured you as a look of worry washed over your face, looking at the kids at the table.

“John, I don’t think I can do it.”

He sighed; he’d be damned if his surprise didn’t work.

“You’ll be fine, they’re in good hands.” He joked, turning to look at his army of children. “Who’s excited to hang with Dad this weekend?” He said, eliciting a round of cheers and claps. He turned back to you with a cheeky smile. “See, everything’s going to be fine, now go before I have to push you out.” He said, giving your bum a little pat as he pushed you out.

“Please John, call me if anything happens.”

“We’ll be fine.” “Oh, you’re right, you’re right. I love you.” You said, kiss Will before turning and kissing John. 

“Bye!”

“Bye Mum!”

“Dad…”

“Yes Katie?”

“Why aren’t you and Mum married already?” His eldest daughter asked as she scribbled on the paper.

“Well…life happened.” He said as she sat in between her and George, who was fighting for the red marker his twin Peter had.

“What does that mean?” She stopped coloring momentarily, cocking her head to the side and looking at her Dad quizzically.

“Well… it means that while you may have a plan, someone or something else, like that bloody God Polly’s always talking about, has a different plan for you. Ya know, I met your mother when we were a littler older than you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I was 12 and she was 10. She was playing hopscotch and me and Uncle Arthur and Uncle Tommy played out football right through it. She yelled at me and from that moment I knew I was in love. And then we were best friends and spent all our time together and she feel in love with me too and one day when she was 16 and I was going away to France, I gave her a ring made from a wine bott…I mean I made it from wire and put it on her finger and promised we’d get married one day. But guess what happened?” He stopped, looking at her little face that had total bewilderment plastered across it.

“What?” She giggled, wanting to know more.

“DAD!” Will called from the end of the table.

“What Will?”

“How do you spell ‘Marry?’”

“M-a-r-r-y.”

“Thank you.” John sighed, getting up to get himself drink. He lingered by the sink, looking at the paper spread across the long table with the kids also standing on the chairs with their body’s laid halfway across the table just to reach. This was the quietest he’d ever seen George and Peter, their little brows furrowed in concentration as they scribbled in the letters. Lucy sat at the end drawing spirals and coloring out of the lines as Will asked how to spell another word. He took a sip and walked over to Katie, standing over her and running his hands through her hair.

“Then we had you.” She giggled again as he tickled your sides. “So then we couldn’t get married with a baby, ‘cause they’re a lot of work and you can’t take care of a baby and plan a wedding, or so your mother said, I don’t really know much about weddings.”

“So why didn’t you get married when I wasn’t a baby anymore?” He sighed, knowing he probably couldn’t say what came out of his mouth next.

“‘Cause your mother just kept popping out babies and then she never wanted to do it.” All the kids managed to hear that and laughed then, as they continued the sing.

“So… God’s plan for you and Mum wasn’t to get married, it was to have a family?”

“I suppose so.” John said, laughing. “But my plan was to marry your mother and that’s what I’m going do. But only if you guys get this bloody sign done, so let’s go. Someone hand me a yellow.” He said, holding his hand out for a marker and going to town on the sign, finalizing the first part of his extravagant surprise he had for you. 

John struggled with the buttons of Lucy’s dress as she tried crawling around the bed. He made a mental note to himself to help you next time you asked for it because he honestly couldn’t figure out how you managed.

“Dad!”

“What?” He yelled as Lucy laughed while he moved out of his reach again.

“I can’t find my shoes!” Honestly, he couldn’t even tell who was calling him. His mind was a flurry of thoughts and anxiety, hoping everything would go smoothly, but it was more like the opposite.

“Ask your sister! We’re late and we gotta go!” He called, finally grabbing the ferocious two year old and getting her dressed. He fixed himself quickly, making sure his suit was superb and hair in place before he picke Lucy up and rushed downstairs.

“Dad, I really don’t know where Will’s shoes are.” Katie informed him. John looked at all the kids, George and Peter pretend fighting in their nice outfits and Will stood by Katie’s side.

“George, Peter, stop it! You can pretend to be Uncle Arthur later.” John called angrily, getting them to stop.

He then looked at Katie and Will, and then the clock.

“Shit-”

“Mum say’s not to swear!” Peter mocked from the safety of the other room.

“Yeah well, she’s not here is she? And we won’t get there on time if we don’t leave now. Here.” John said, handing Lucy to Katie who held her hand. John leaned over to pick up Will and throw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making him giggle.

“We have to go, you’re going barefoot bud. We have the sign?” They boys nodded as they got it from the table.

“Right, let’s go. Get in the car.” He intrusted, the boys running to it with the sign. He waited for Katie and Lucy, by Katie giving him a knowing look.

“What?”

“Have you got the ring?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Fuc…” He started, watching his daughter raise her eyebrows at him knowingly. “Of ‘course I do.” He said then, patting his chest so he could feel the box in his jacket pocket. “Let’s go, we’re gonna be late.”

“John, where are his shoes?” Polly asked angrily as he handed her Will, who just continued to laugh. John sighed accompanied by an eye roll as he shuffled the kids around, helping them onto the bar with laughs.

“It was either look for the God damn shoes or be late so…” He said, unfolding the sign and handing it to his kids.

He heard Polly sigh loudly but she didn’t say anymore as she stood and watched John run around the bar.

“You just gonna stand there or you gonna help?”

She threw her hands up in surrender, stepping back and crossing her arms. “This is your proposal, you’re surprise. I’m just here to for support.”

“Well support me by getting the wine ready or something, yeah?” She laughed at how nervous he was, walking behind the bar and getting the same wine you and John had drunk when he proposed the first time.

There was a sudden break in the silence as the doors swung open, John darting to make sure you weren’t early. It was Arthur with the flowers John had wanted.

“You’re gonna pay for this, at least twenty people saw me walking with these. They’ll think I’m soft.”

“You are soft so shut up.” John said, still on edge as he took the flowers from him and started ripping them up.

“Hey, what are you doing with those?” Arthur asked angrily but John just ignored him as he dusted the floor with rose petals. And everything was ready. The kids were sat in their nice outfits holding out the signs they had made reading “Will you marry me?” on it. The lights were low and soft and the petals lined for the floor. The ring was burning a hole in his pocket but he tried to ignored it. He checked his watch, your train was just getting into the station now and you were about to be surprised to be greeted by Tommy, who’d take you here. John tried to dry his sweating palms as he turned to the kids.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“Looks good Dad.” George said, while Peter nodded in agreement.

“Thanks for your help guys. Come here, hug me.” He said, holding his arms opening and they all rushed towards him, practically knocking him over. They laughed as it happened, but he suddenly became alert when he heard a car door and you’re confused voice ask what was going on. He whispered for everyone to get ready and the kids shuffled back to their spots. He cleared his throat and stood, ready, waiting to see your beautiful face again.

“Tommy, I wanna go home and see my kids.” They heard you before you entered the room.

“I know,” was all he said as he watched you push open the doors and your jaw drop at the scene. Your hands flew to your mouth as you walked in, seeing the kids cheeky smilies that mirrored their father’s as he stood in the middle of the grimy pub turned beautiful.

“John…” your voice drifted as tears dared to spill over.

“Hi love, I hope you’re weekend was good.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you walked into his arms, kissing him. “It was great, but what’s all this.”

“Hi mama!” Will called, making your heart full as you laughed.

“Hi baby.” You said with a smile looking at him. John turned to look at him too, giving him a warning smile.

You turned to look at John again, asking him with your eyes what all this was for. He smiled, looking back at you.

“I love you, you know that?”

“Yes… of ‘course.”

“And you remember when we were young, right before I went to war. What’d I say?”

You tried to keep your voice steady but found it was useless as you repeated the words. “You said we’d get married, whatever it takes.”

“Yes, and I’m keeping my word.” He said, quickly looking at the kids so they turned the sign over. Your breath caught in your throat as a sob escaped, looking at their proud faces as you read the sign. Looking back at John, he was on one knee, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small box.

“I know making it office doesn’t mean anything to us anymore, but I’ve always planned on marrying you, so will you marry me?” He asked, opening the box to produce ring. You couldn’t find your voice as you just nodded and cried, causing him up to slip the ring onto your finger. You looked at it quickly before throwing your arms around him and kissing him hard, the kids cheering loudly and jumping to join you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, future Mrs. Shelby.”