#i went overboard on this one i know

[luna-the-cretar]

Someone needs to take Pinterest away from me

[waterdroid]

why are you, as a grown ass man dog-man, meowing,

[a-most-beloved-fool]

For the ask prompt game...

Spirk #17 to distract

"Report," Kirk ordered. The word buzzed low against Spock's ear, quiet and audibly tense.

"Less than two minutes until they reach our location, Captain," Spock replied promptly. "Commander Scott will need at least another eight before the transporter is operable again." His voice was equally hush, despite their perceived solitude. He had seen carelessness take far too many lives during his time in Starfleet; he would not allow it to take his captain as well - and, illogically, Spock could not quite dispense of the phantom sensation of eyes on the back of his neck.

"We'll need to bluff it," Kirk decided, looking grim.

His gaze was strangely intense against Spock, full of rioting emotion, and, almost, Spock wished to look away. He did not. Instead, he nodded, holding steady eye contact.

The odds, Spock knew, that Kirk's gambit - whatever it may be - would succeed were... poor. The guards had, after all, seen their faces. But Kirk would keep fighting right until the bitter end, and Spock, of course, would be right beside him.

Solemn, he vowed, "I shall follow your lead," though he knew Kirk would not have doubted it. Still, the unnecessary words were well worth the way the tension around Kirk's eyes melted away, the somber set of his mouth slipping instead into a golden-edged smile.

Almost wonderingly, a soft chuckle fell from those lips, incongruous in their surroundings and entirely treasured. "What would I do without you?" Kirk asked, reaching up to exert gentle pressure on Spock's bicep.

I pray you never need find out, Spock made to say, getting only so far as drawing in breath before the sound of distant footsteps drew them both from their quiet moment, snuffing the words before they could take shape. "Eighteen seconds," he said instead, after rapidly adjusting his calculations. Faster than anticipated.

Kirk nodded, some unreadable emotion hiding in the soft crease between his brows.

"Forgive me, Mr. Spock," Kirk said softly, and Spock did not have time to question what he meant before Kirk was pulling him down by his shirt, dragging their lips together with great urgency.

Quite suddenly, Spock found that his mind was entirely blank. Strange heat flickered through his whole form, and his universe narrowed to only Kirk, all soft and human-warm, who was pressed flush to his chest and kissing him.

One, then two seconds stuttered by in which Spock thought no thoughts at all, struck utterly motionless in the face of such unexpected attentions. He only felt, swept away by the sensation of pliant lips against his own and warm fingers stroking through his hair, gently mussing.

The very first thought to break to the surface was simply, Jim. A wave of emotion flooded in with it, astonishment and affection sweeping over him in such quantities that he felt nearly lightheaded.

The second was, We will be caught, and Spock jolted as something near to panic rose up inside his gullet, urging him to take Jim into his arms and run.

The third, however, was not his own; it was pressed into his katra from the outside by Jim's careful fingers, his clever mind slipping easily past Spock's shields. Play along, he said, projecting deliberate calm through their connection. Still, Jim was unpracticed in telepathic arts, and beneath that false serenity Spock could feel a tangle of guilt and determination, bitter and writhing.

The truth came to Spock in one fell swoop.

Jim's gambit... was this.

His lips and his hands, which pressed themselves so tenderly to Spock's skin, were not for him.

It was not love which had drawn his captain into his arms, but mere utility. Jim had realized what Spock had not: though they could not hide themselves, they could, perhaps, distract from themselves.

Two men attempting to look inconspicuous would only draw suspicion. Two men locked in a romantic embrace, however, may be overlooked - or even deliberately ignored. Few were comfortable with looking closely at the private passions of strangers, and fewer still would see reason to. Those searching for them, Spock hoped, would not. There would be no logic in halting an escape attempt solely for a kiss, after all.

Therefore, in order to escape unnoticed, they must be convincing.

They must seem, to any observers, to be completely and entirely immersed in one another, with no care for anything going on in their surroundings, and no fear of discovery.

Two lives, purchased with a kiss.

It was entirely logical, then, for Spock to part his lips, inviting Jim's tongue to dip inside of the wet cave of his mouth and meeting it with his own. If a groan rumbled deep within his chest, it could surely only help their cause; there was no need to swallow it down.

This disguise would, Spock observed as Jim's tongue flicked gently at his mouth, be far easier to maintain than it had any right to be.

It was a terribly simple matter for a man in love to behave as though he were a man in love.

The difficult part, then, would be remembering that it was a ruse. Already, heat bubbled deep within Spock, aching want suffusing his every neuron. Every faint brush of flesh sent golden tendrils of telepathic energy sparking across his skin, and it was all Spock could manage to hold himself back from pressing hungry fingers to Jim's meldpoints and sinking into that wonderfully enticing mind.

Instead, Spock slipped a hand beneath the hem of Jim's shirt, rucking up the cloth until he was tracing patterns across a smooth expanse of golden skin. He flexed his hand, allowing his nails to scratch carefully along Jim's spine, and did not permit himself to consider reaching upwards, to Jim's face - or worse: downwards, beyond the waistband of his pants.

He wondered if Jim would have chosen this, had he known how very much Spock wanted.

Perhaps it was selfish of Spock to allow it.

Still, he could not force himself away - not when Jim's life was at stake. The kiss was his lifeline, and so the kiss must remain.

The touch of their minds, however, did nothing to aid Jim. It was solely for Spock's benefit, taken from Jim without his knowledge or intent.

That, Spock could end.

If Jim was to unknowingly place himself into the hands of someone who wanted more than he would wish to give, then Spock would take it upon himself to be his protector - even if the one he must protect against was himself.

And so, Spock opened himself to every offered touch, and girded his mind against every stray thought, until not a single wisp of golden energy could find its way past his defenses.

When Jim's thigh nudged its way between Spock's legs, Spock spread his stance wider, allowing him to press closer, and did not let himself feel. His hands grasped and squeezed at the soft flesh beneath them, drawing quiet gasps from a pink-flushed throat, and no pleasant hum buzzed against his fingertips, carrying with it the flavor of human emotion. Jim nipped at his lips and pet at his hair, and Spock pressed every scrap of yearning deep down within himself to where they couldn't emerge.

Eyes closed and spirit aching, Spock kissed him.

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from this ask game

[mjulmjul]

some old pre-s2 ‘concept art’ about surviving a storm..

[pasdetrois]

Marina Dyachenko and Sergey Dyachenko, Vita Nostra (tr. Julia Meitov Hersey) • Mircea Suciu, Camouflage (2) • Agostino Arrivabene, Immutatio • Matthias Claudius, "Der Tod und Das Mädchen" • Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare • Dragan Bibin, Pull (edited) • Maria Kreyn, Angel's Back • Franz Wimmer, Death and the Maiden • Mel Chin, Bat and Dove • Ana Sanchez, Death and the Maiden

[is-that-plural]

pearl from steven universe but specifically 'a single pale rose' pearl where it's revealed she has different internal layers. one at the surface that organizes her belongings, one that is in constant tears stuck in the moment where she lost rose, one permanently stuck in the memories of the war, and one reliving her greatest secret that she's physically unable to say over and over again. it's probably more of an organizing principle tbh but hear me out on trauma holder osdd-1a pearl headcanon

!! rating: leans a bit towards magic-fuckery than plurality, BUT. i do see the plural aspects here as well !

(this episode was INSANE when it dropped holy shit...)

addtional commentary: i do think that this whole episode, upon being A Big Reveal Episode, was just showing more of how specifically the gems work; how steven 'enters' pearls gem, discovers 'other pearls' (and i think these are more like sanders sides-type pearls, where they represent one Aspect of her Whole, not individual headmates or alters themselves), learns more about pearls history by extension his mothers history.

gems in steven universe are aliens to us, they are not human, they are physically made out of Light. they have strange ingem spaces (this part is best seen in their rooms actually!) The premise of steven universe revolves around learning who these aliens are, who the gems are and how steven, half gem half human fits in (or Doesnt fit in a LARGE part of the show is about that, which is also intertwined w Pink Diamonds story.. Again)

my point being because gems, maybe save for steven, dont have human brains, they cannot inherently get mental disorders. They can however have symptoms and i dont think this falls under that category sadly. (see also; pearl ocd 'coding' and general headcanons)

the most plural steven universe gems can get is fusions, of which pearl is not.

[bitternace]

goku & 59 (genius i know)

don't know where it all went wrong

[ID: a digital drawing of goku and baby gohan from dragon ball z. the background is transparent at the top, with a blue sky leading up to a saiyan space pod. goku is in profile with his brow furrowed and his back to the audience as he holds the turtle battle pose. he is shown from the waist up and colored in black and white. gohan is inside the pod directly above goku, colored in flat colors, he has either hand pressed to the vibrant red of the pod's window, expression is worried. /end ID.]

[danmat6288]

Prince Mallow, Representative of Nimbus Land, in Sarasaland

Prince Mallow continues his ever expansive journey to explore the rest of the world and its variety of cultures, coming to a rest at a long-standing ally of the Mushroom Kingdom, Sarasaland. A surprisingly little-known fact is that Sarasaland technically isn't a kingdom in of itself but a small federation made up of four adjacent kingdoms--Birabuto Kingdom, Muda Kingdom, Easton Kingdom, and Chai Kingdom.

Princess Daisy took the visiting prince on a fairly quick tour of the four kingdoms, each of which apparently have at least one resource they're known for and trade on a federal and, to a lesser extent, international level. Birabuto Kingdom has its intricate pottery, Muda Kingdom is known for its seafood and music, Easton Kingdom has its detailed sculptures, and Chai Kingdom boasts some of the best kinds of tea.

Mallow took particular interest in one sculpture in Sarsaland located in the capital city of the Muda Kingdom. It was gold like most made by his own land's sculptor Garro, but this one was far bigger and dynamic than anything Garro had made to Mallow's knowledge. It depicted a lively dance between Daisy and the brother of Mario, Luigi. After having already heard about Luigi's more active role in Mario's adventures in both the Beanbean and Flower Kingdoms, Mallow had to wonder why he never saw Luigi on his own until the victory parade that followed.

And Daisy was quick to reveal the reason why--she had invited Luigi for a stay in Sarasaland some time before Smithy's Gang invaded. Among other things, the pair had posed for the very statue Mallow had stopped to admire in present day. Luigi hadn't even known a major invasion happened back home in the Mushroom Kingdom until a pair of Mushroom Retainers had arrived with the formal request from Peach that he lead the parade celebrating Mario and party's subsequent victory.

Mallow was both happy and amused to learn from Daisy that Sarasaland was one of the few places Bowser has never invaded, and she proudly considers this possibly a result of the one time Bowser tried to get the jump on her, only for Daisy to, in her own words, "smack him into the stratosphere." Mallow wasn't forgetting that one any time soon. Over the course of the tour, another seemed to take interest in and watched the kingdoms' visitor from a distance. Mallow never got a good look, but they appeared cloud-like. A fellow Nimbus Person, perhaps? Or something else?

[huomenhaamu]

Playlist of 1960s teen girl break up — not necessarily the exact years or the lyrical content, just the vibe of putting a vinyl record on and crying on a shag carpet.

[acearohippo]

Mermay's over, but I'm not done with it! Anyway mermaid Tang Xuan Au where Tang Xuan is a octopus based mermaid and Li Ling is like a rich aristocrat. They meet when they are kids and become best friends then Tang Xuan goes away. So a few years down Li Ling is an adult and thinks he made it up till Tang Xuan shows up again. Lewis is also going to be in this idea (cause he deserves it) but I don't have an exact idea. I'm thinking sailor who was friends with Xuan and Ling when younger and also has to go away but stayed in contact with Tang Xuan

You put down Octupus!Merman!Tang Xuan, solid as octopus are know for their flexibility and adaptability, but I raise you WingedFish!merman!Tang Xuan, specifically Four Winged Flying Fish. Fast, sleek, [small,] and can perform decent feats of acrobatics when it launches itself out if the water and into the air. They use their ability to speed boost to outmanoeuvre predators, so they're agile too!

Lewis would be a legend, spread in multiple small towns and isolated villages, as a pirate who shows no mercy to other ships that cross his territory, his wrath setting ships ablaze with a terrifying plume of fire that the townsfolk can see clearly from the comforts of their beach. The screams of these tortured sailors travel with the wind from their emblazed ship, providing easy fodder to scare unruly children into doing their chores and listening to their elders.

In reality, Lewis is in a petty sibling cat-and-mousrle game with Bonnie, Lewis actually being part of the Western King's admiral fleet and trying to catch up to his Pirate!Sister before the Royal Navals find her. She smuggles herself onto pirate ships, in the hopes of joining a crew and going on bloody adventures, but since she's a bit too... Excitable... And aggressive... And bloodthirsty... The Royal Naval fleet always gets involved, and Lewis is almost always there to at least rangle her off the ship. He is fine with his sister's dreams, he just wishes they were a tad less violent so he didn't have to lose sleep over her potentially getting caught and sent to the gallows.

With that being said, Bonnie is a bit of a legend herself, among the pirates, as her figure holding a crude, hodge podge farming scythe in one hand and a ball of fire (actually a lit flask) in the other, is the omen before their ship explodes and they're left to die a slow death. She appears out of nowhere and vanishes just as abruptly too.

Then everything you said is happening between our two boys, with the added spice that Li Ling goes off to find his friend, with the idea to find this Legend and join his crew, so that there will be no rules stopping them and no eyes and ears reporting back to his family. Of course, he hops on his Best Friend's™ ship, Lewis, not realising that this man is the Legend and Lewis can only keep a poker face and act like this Fire Fist legend is someone he's met rather than himself.

[philomaela]

"She aims much higher, our Viserra.I have seen the way she preens and prances around Baelon. That is the husband she desires, and not for love of him. She wants to be the queen."

When I read this at first I was like... no Alysanne that was Saera (she wanted be a queen "like mother") you're reading this situation wrong because you're paranoid after Saera. Also Baelon isn't even the crown prince, Aemon is... and he already has a daughter who is presumably his heir. But then I thought a little more about it and tbh everything I previously said still holds, but also I think there's one more big thing.

So, Baelon and Alyssa are constantly compared to Jaehaerys and Alysanne. Alysanne herself makes that comparison when she's arguing for them to be wed. It's not insane to think that Alysanne saw her own marriage in Baelon and Alyssa. Which is funny because personality wise, Alyssa is not at all similar to Alysanne. But it doesn't matter, Baelon and Alyssa are an elder brother and younger sister in love, they're a perfect match. I wonder if it felt like righting a past wrong when Alysanne arranged their match? They're destined to be together just like Jaehaerys and herself, and this time the adults recognize it right away.

So when Alyssa dies and Viserra starts looking at Baelon as a potential husband (something that is relatively reasonable behavior in this family tbh)... maybe this stings Alysanne. Baelon replacing Alyssa with another sister? Wouldn't that be like Jaehaerys replacing Alysanne? Is Alysanne replaceable... one sister... why not another? IDK I think she's conflating this situation with her marriage and that's where the queen line comes in. I think just like how the Saera situation was damaging to Jaehaerys's self image, the idea of Baelon and Viserra marrying was damaging to Alysanne's self image.

In part perhaps because while she could look at her own marriage through the "pureness" of Alyssa and Baelon's love... Viserra is kind of a less generous view (from Alysanne's own POV) of Alysanne's past actions. Viserra "prances and preens", while Alyssa simply "chases after", Baelon; Which one could Alysanne be accused of with Jaehaerys? Viserra has no love of Baelon, she just has ambitions, so she's not like Alysanne, who loved Jaehaerys. Alysanne didn't do it for ambition... it's not that she wanted to be queen, but Jaehaerys was meant to be king and Alysanne would be a good queen regardless. Alysanne wanted to see herself in Alyssa, maybe she realized she could see herself in Viserra too and that hurt.

Which is what makes it sad that she ultimately tries to do to Viserra what was done to her. She arranges an unwanted marriage for her daughter and her daughter responds by trying to do what her mother did all those years ago. I think Viserra's way of going about it, lying naked in Baelon's bed and getting drunk (was she nervous, trying to get her courage up?) shows that there wasn't actually any trust between her and Baelon. She was trying to obligate him to help her, he has no love for her specifically, so if she just tells him her fears he won't intervene (why would he? his father even pointed out marriage is the Queen's domain and Baelon is a dutiful son). But if he compromises her... well he's honorable, he'll marry her. But of course, he's honorable enough that he merely sends her away. There's no one to help her, all she can hope for is a night of laughter before she freezes. See Alysanne? You've proved your point, Viserra and you aren't the same after all.

[arctic-hands]

I learned what a bullet journal was by watching a few YouTube artists set theirs up and my algorithm spiraled out of control from there so I guess I have all the bujo influencers to thank for getting into it because it has been a godsend so far on my third attempt, but damn if the over emphasis on aesthetic over the actual practical organizational aspect of it doesn't rankle me a bit

[thirty rambling tags later] huh. I didn't know there was a thirty tag limit in all the years I've been on tumblr. Whatevs I can't copy paste the tags onto the main body because I'm on mobile and I don't want to write it out again so I'll just summarize the last bit here:

If you are browsing the bujo tag because you feel bullet journaling will help you but you feel intimated because you don't think you can make it look pretty, or that the bullet journal method could never help you because it looks exhausting or the inspo you see doesn't cover what you need, I am pleading with you to ignore all the pretty inspiration, take the most common and even original Ryder Carroll formats and spreads with a grain of salt and eliminate or change them as needed, and talk to people who have similar needs than you even if they don't bujo and suss out what's important to keep track of. My bujo is eighty percent important medical bullshit, because that's what I need more than a book tracker. You prolly have your own unique needs. And hell, if you want a book tracker then add a booktracker. It's your bujo to format and plan out.

So like if you want to start bullet journaling, go to Michaels and get a seven dollar Artist's Loft dot grid journal. Or a binder you have left over from school years past and print out your own dot grid paper if you have enough ink and paper and printer that can do double sided (Kevin McLeod's site I forget the name of has free adjustable dot and other grids I've used), or buy a pack of 8.5x11 dot grid paper, and grab a crappy hole punch that just barely does the job. Get yourself a nice pen you think looks and feels nice in your hand and on the paper–or if that doesn't matter to you go get pack of Bics or even pencil if that's what you prefer (I use a pencil for things I can't have be permanent, like temporary meds or the dates of yearly vaccines). If you're twitchy about messing up then get the cheapest wite out they have (but don't worry about messing up especially if you're not even showing it off to anybody). A cheap yellow highlighter if you think it'll help. And a ruler if straight lines are important to you. I lost mine so I just wobble my lines now I don't care (and it's marginally easier to get a line adjacent to straight with a dot grid)

Anyway. If you want to bullet journal but don't know where to start or how to make it pretty or how to make it work for your needs, just try it in the cheapest way possible and rearrange the guts of the bujo as you see fit. And don't worry about the optics as long as you can make sense of your methods and writing.

(and for the love of God if you're bipolar don't make an hourly mood tracker yes our moods can and will fluctuate throughout the day but goddamn was that a bitch to log and abandoned a few weeks after inking it out)

[syn4k]

fixed our ao3 description <3

[longlegsnamjoon420]

Just spent 100 on hello kitty office supplies

[divvy-div-art]

he’s looking at the map on his tricorder (which he’s holding upsdie down) because he is lost <3

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

the family that spars together stays together 😂

ft. O'ravi and Aymeric's daughter, Juniper! 🩵