#spirk better fucking win this thing

[glossglamour]

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[neroushalvaus]

Tumblr in the 60s

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🎉🎉CONGRATULATIONS UNITED KINGDOM 🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉🎉BYE BYE GROSS INDECENCY!!!!🌈🌈🌈 62 countries have now legalized sexual activities between men🌈🌈🌈

🐞 homophilespock follow

SPIRK CAN FINALLY FUCK

🚀 starrfleet follow

They are American, not British... But I'm pretty sure spirk has always been able to fuck since the show is set in the future.

📻 lesbianbobdylan follow

Christ, this is not about your cutesy uwu yaoi otp, go outside and smoke some grass

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🌻 flowerpower follow

Politicians are not your friends but damn Kennedy is fine, I look at one (1) picture of him and my head literally explodes

🌻 flowerpower follow

...i just woke up, why is my askbox full

🌻 flowerpower follow

WHY IS HE TRENDING I'M SCARED

🌻 flowerpower follow

guys stop reblogging this it's been like five years i've changed

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🎹 nixonsafascist follow

do you think they call him little richard because he has a little. Richard

🎹 nixonsafascist follow

easy website

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🇻🇳 shirellesofficial follow

Being the only lesbian in your friend group sucks so bad. "beatles or stones??" i will kill you

🗣 lavendermenaceisreal-deactivated72537262

Disrespecting female social groups for male validation? Typical lesbian behaviour.

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Mike Jacker isnt gonna fuck you

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Oh no I think she couldn't handle that

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✌ draftdodgerdyke

DM me for the addresses of my Swedish and Canadian friends. Do not put your personal information in the reblogs.

🙍‍♀️ silvermilk follow

You should be ashamed of yourself.

✌ draftdodgerdyke

huh??

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I said, you should be ashamed of yourself. You disgust me. I assure you, when the commies attack us, you will not find your silly little post "groovy" anymore.

✌ draftdodgerdyke

Jesus, don't flip your wig

🙍‍♀️ silvermilk follow

My father fought in ww2 for you ungrateful degenerate.

✌ draftdodgerdyke

Don't see what your daddy's unsexiness has to do with me and my lads taking a sexy sexy trip to Sweden.

#anyway only hot guys dodge the draft

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🪕 prostitutesandlesbians follow

in every interview i watch of the beatles they are so DONE and trolling everybody, these fucking annoying BITCHES, i need them inside me so badly

🪕 prostitutesandlesbians follow

#this but not john lennon #i just can't forget the heinous things he said about jesus

idk I actually think it was very sexy of him, stop trying to cancel john in my post

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The reading comprehension on this website is piss poor. John literally didn't mean he was greater than Jesus or better than Jesus, he was just trying to make a point about the world becoming more secular. Cancel culture has gone too far.

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How dare you say we piss on the poor?? Jesus died for Mr Lennon's sins and it's not "cancelling" to send him a few respectably worded death threats to remind him of that. He cancelled our Lord first!

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Girl Jesus literally said it's cool, I dropped acid yesterday and saw Him and He told me.

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help the girls (christians) are fighting in my beatles thirst post

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🛼 donovandyke follow

I will be glued to the tv today. If you don't want to hear about it, just blacklist #moonlanding !!

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🗣 claudeberger4ever-deactivated98975287

Hi I'm new to the Hair musical fandom so I'm not super invested in the whole discourse, but I just felt like this needed to be said: Friendly reminder that not being against the war in Vietnam does not make you a bad person!

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it literally does tho

✌ draftdodgerdyke

Another win for us hot guys

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[jim-kirks-bubble-butt]

ok ok ok it’s time for my amok time thoughts-

first of all: s p i r k

spock what do you mean your omega heat was resolved by you rolling around in the dirt with your captain??? 🤨

but also just the way kirk was so respectful and understanding about spock’s pon farr and dodn’t make fun of him for it.

can’t believe the 1960’s scifi show had a fuck or die episode which did not result in heterosexuality. truly ahead of it’s time.

and also the way jim and spock were rolling around in the dirt was so gay. no one can convince me otherwise. the way spock slashed his axe thingy (forgot what it’s called) exactly so that it would give jim a tit window??? i know what you are spock.

and of course the biggest moment: JIM :D. seriously what the fuck was that. only time he smiles the wide the whole series (times when he’s under the influence of drugs excluded). homosexuality at it’s finest.

speaking of drugs i find it very funny that the only time spock likes women if either when he’s under the influence or when he’s being mind controlled.

the way spock grabs him and just gives him the biggest stupidest grin. i love spock and spock loves kirk. they are in love you can also see how wide kirk was smiling from the way his cheeks move.

spirk was just so soft with each other this episode, even on vulcan. the way spock was so hesitant to fight him and tried his hardest to convince t’pau even when under the pon farr influence.

the way jim clearly tried not to hurt him through the whole fight,

they make me fucking insane.

anyways

second thing i liked: BONES

i love bones mccoy

spock saying that he’s also one of his closest friends 😭 😭 😭

but he was so smart with the neural paralyzer and i love the way he clearly cares so much anout both of his dumbass friends under his grumpy doctor exterior.

third of all: women

t’pau and t’pring were so powerful and so wonderfully played.

obviously the whole thing with calling t’pring the property of whatever man wins her is very icky but as progressive as star trek was (and still is!), it is a product of it’s time unfortunately.

but besides that, they both just radiated power, and it was so nice to see a woman in a seat of major power.

on another note, stonn has a strikingly small forehead t’pribg i promise i could treat you better.

in my mind uhura wants t’pring (“she’s very lovely mister spock!” i know what you are ma’am.)

fourth: the episode was just. really good.

all of the tension build up before we find out about that spock is basically an omega is masterfully done, and even though i kinda new the plot, i was still sitting on the edge of my seat. incredible.

i also think tbe fight choreography during the gay sex fighting scene was actually really well done, especially when compared to other fight scenes in season 1 (the gorn fight comes to mind).

also the set design for vulcan felt like an actual planet. like usually when they go off the enterprise and onto a planet that’s not basically earth, you can tell that it’s just a bunch of foam blocks, but vulcan was very well made!

the conversation between spirk and kock kirk and spock about “vulcan biology�� was very well written and acted in a way that was slightly awkward because of the nature of pon farr, but still felt natural and very in character.

side note: i see online that there’s a lot of people who think that shatner overacts. and i just don’t see it. idk i think he’s really good at playing kirk. i don’t really like the guy, but i like how expressive his acting is.

anyways this was very jumbled but i had a lot of thoughts and yeah.

i too would write the first slash fic in the 60’s if i saw this shit on my tv.

also does anyone know what tag i should use for kirk? i use like 4 different ones each time but is there one that’s more common? same for mccoy.

[wulfhalls]

is today national bully iskaeriot day for those who celebrate or something? what’s next on the calendar? it better be good

some more dates to look forward to: dune messiah announcement breakdown day. first snw s3 trailer drop day that will convince me spirk will in fact win the day based on zero evidence celebration day. same thing but with kaste in daredevil day. exo comeback reveal day (deeply delusional). kitsophie fucking in late stage plantagenet england movie production start day. hannibal s4 announcement day (deeply delusional part 2)

[unhinged-jackles]

VOTE SPIRK THEY BETTER WIN THIS WHOLE FUCKING THING BECAUSE THE INVENTED THIS WHOLE FUCKING THING SPIRK SPIRK SPIRK

WHO'S DOING IT LIKE THEM

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[space-dog-from-space]

3/12

The Doctor, the Hag, and the AU, or, Bones and the Hallmark Christmas Movie Curse

Every year in December, the Enterprise's senior staff gather to watch 21st century Hallmark Christmas movies. Unfortunately for Bones, he hates Hallmark Christmas movies more than he hates the idea of being spaced. And this year, he is grumpier than usual. Luckily, the Christmas Hag appears and sends Bones on an isekai Hallmark adventure (against his will) to discover the true meaning of Christmas: Spirk.

Chapter 3 - Screwed the Timeline

Bones takes Jim to the hospital and gets to Market Square just in time to sign Jim up for the annual ice sculpture competition. Spock is there. The Hag finally shows up to tell Bones what's what.

“I’m really sorry I hit you with my car,” Bones said for probably the fifteenth time, carefully driving to the town’s small clinic while Jim sat in the passenger’s seat giving directions while cradling his broken arm.  

“Really dude, don’t worry, it’s fine,” Jim said, grimacing when a pothole jostled his arm.

“It’s really not fine.  I’m a doctor, this is kind of the opposite of my thing,” Bones sighed.

Jim gave him the winning smile he always used when he tried to cheer him up, and Bones had to fight the urge not to roll his eyes at him, reminding himself that this Jim didn’t know him.  “Oh come on,” Jim said.  “Even doctors have to run people over sometimes.  Besides, I’ve had worse.”

Bones snorted.  “Yeah, I believe you on that, Jim.”

Jim squinted his eyes at him, curiously.  “How do you know my name?”

Fuck.  “You told me,” Bones said, trying to keep his cool.  “Out on the road.  I asked you your name,” he lied.

“Huh.  I don’t remember that,” Jim said, sucking air through his teeth when the car dipped into another pothole.

“Sorry,” Bones muttered, cursing his terrible driving skills.  “It’s probably just the shock, kid.  Not unusual to forget a conversation you had right after getting hit by a car.”

“Well, you’re the doc,” Jim said, seeming to take him at his word.  “Take a right here, it’s just around the corner,” he added as they approached the intersection.  “I’ve forgotten your name, too.”

“It’s Leonard,” Bones said as he made the turn, seeing the small hospital and immediately turning into its modest parking lot.

“Right,” Jim said.  Once the car was in park, he unbuckled his seatbelt, saying, “Thanks for the lift, Leonard.”

Bones instantly regretted giving Jim his name, because that just felt plain wrong, but he had bigger fish to fry.  Namely, Jim trying to wrestle the passenger side door open without jostling his broken arm.  Rolling his eyes, Bones told him, “just wait, I’m gonna walk you in.  I’ll get your door, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” and he pulled himself out of the car, walking around it to help Jim out of his seat.

“You really don’t have to come in with me, you’ve spent enough time driving me here,” Jim said as Bones walked with him to the hospital entrance.  “I don’t want to be more of an inconvenience.”

Bones rolled his eyes again.  This fucking guy.  “I hit you with my car, kid.  Shut up.”

When they walked into the lobby, the first thing Bones noticed was that aside from the receptionist, it was entirely empty.  The second thing he noticed was Christine Chapel walking in through the double doors leading to the hall of treatment rooms.  Noticing Jim clutching his arm, she made a beeline for them, and Bones bit his tongue to keep himself from talking to her as if she was the Christine he knew from his universe.

“That arm doesn’t look too good,” she said, siding up next to Jim and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as she took a look at his arm.  Bones shook his head.  Of course Christine’s bedside manner was leagues better than his, even in this universe.

Jim grinned at her apologetically.  “Yeah, it’s broken.”

She nodded sympathetically.  “Let’s take you back and get you patched up.”  She took him by his good elbow and led him towards the treatment area.  

Before they passed the double doors, Jim turned around, locking eyes with Bones.  “Actually, uh, if you aren’t busy, do you think you could do me a favour?”  He asked sheepishly.

“Shoot, kid,” Bones agreed.

“Could you go down to Market Square and sign me up for the ice sculpture competition?  That’s actually where I was heading when, you know,” he gestured with his head towards his broken arm.  “Registration closes in twenty minutes, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to make it in time,” he said with a short laugh, as if he had made a joke. 

“Not a problem,” Bones said, keeping himself from shaking his head as Jim’s face lit up.  As if I would say no after breaking his damn arm.

“Great!  Thank you so much.  Hang on, let me write down my name and phone number, you’ll need those, ah…” he looked around stupidly before looking at Nurse Chapel.  “Do you have paper and a pen?”

Christine opened the small notebook that hung from her lanyard and produced a pen, then gestured to Jim to dictate to her, since she knew he wouldn’t very well be able to hold a notebook and a pen with his busted arm.  When she had finished jotting down the information, she tore the page cleanly from her notebook and held it out to Bones between her first and middle fingers.  Bones took it from her and pocketed it.

“I’ll get right on that,” Bones said, as Nurse Chapel began to guide her patient through the double doors.  “Good luck, kid.”

“Thanks, Leonard,” Jim called back.  Bones grimaced.  That wasn’t going to be easy to get used to.  When he got back in his rental car, he looked at the note, then fished the cellphone out of his pocket and clumsily sent a message to the number Jim had provided:

Let me know when you’re all patched up, I’ll come get you.

—

It took Bones nearly the whole twenty minutes to get to town square.  He had driven slowly and kept his eyes peeled for any pedestrians crossing the road, not wanting to hit another person.  As he pulled up to the square, he risked a glance at the digital clock on the dashboard, and cursed.  He parked the car in what was probably an illegal spot, and dashed out to the table that was set up in the middle of the square, sporting a vinyl sign that read ‘Smalltown Annual Ice Sculpture Competition - Registration.’  Behind the table sat two pretentious looking organizers, bundled up in mittens and toques and cradling empty go-cups of coffee as if they were still giving off heat.  They looked like they were counting down the seconds until registrations officially closed and they could pack up and retreat to somewhere warm.

“Hi, registering on behalf of Jim Kirk?” Bones said, slapping down the paper with Jim’s name and phone number scrawled in Christine Chapel’s handwriting.  The two organizers looked at him with poorly concealed annoyance, and he worried that they would tell him that they were no longer accepting any registrations.

“Cutting it a bit close, aren’t we?”  The blonde woman said dryly.  Bones felt a wave of relief as she pulled off a mitten to add Jim to the roster.  

“There was ah…  something came up last minute,” Bones explained lamely, shrugging as he took back the slip of paper once she had finished copying it.

“Whatever,” the woman sighed.  Her partner had begun to pack away their supplies, but she addressed Bones tiredly.  “Just tell him he needs to be here at three o’ clock sharp on the twenty-third or he’ll be disqualified.  He’ll have four hours and not a minute more.”

“Right,” Bones said.  “I’ll tell him,” he retreated from the table as the organizer joined her partner in hastily packing up the table and chairs, ending their conversation.

He walked briskly back to his car, hoping that nobody had noticed that he had left it where he shouldn’t have.  He opened the driver’s side door of the little red car and was about to get in to blast the heat when he was stopped by a voice.  It was a familiar voice, but he wasn’t used to hearing it used so politely so he didn’t recognize it immediately.

“Excuse me, are you James Kirk?”

Reflexively, Bones replied, “No, sorry,” then blinked in surprise when he turned to look at who he was speaking to and found himself face to face with Spock.  “What are you doing here?”  He asked before he could stop himself, but luckily it seemed that Spock thought nothing odd about the question.

“I’m a journalist for Bigcity Weekly.  I’m on assignment to write a piece on this year’s ice sculpture competition.  I was hoping to interview James Kirk, the defending champion, though I suppose that will have to wait for another day,” Spock explained plainly.

Bones blinked at him dumbly for a minute, needing the time to process everything.  It was strange seeing Spock dressed this way, in a fashionable long coat and jeans.  He wore a toque but it didn’t conceal his ears, which were still pointed despite this very human universe.  He shook his head to snap himself back to attention when he noticed Spock eyeing him warily.

“You’re from the newspaper for an ice sculpture competition?”  He asked, mostly just parroting back what Spock had told him to buy him a few more seconds to compose himself without just staring at Spock in silence like a lunatic.  “Seems like a strange use of resources,” he commented, trying to push them into a normal conversation.

“Indeed,” Spock said dryly, perhaps even bitterly.  “I admit that I am not pleased by this assignment.  Fluff pieces are not worth my time, but try telling that to my employer.”

A chuckle escaped Bones at the ridiculousness of this entire situation.  “That sucks, man,” he said, shaking his head, mostly at how strange Spock was in this universe.

“It does,” Spock sighed, then gathered himself, standing straight and making to leave.  “I’ll let you go, I’ve already taken up too much of your time.”

“It’s not a problem,” Bones said, still standing in the wake of his open car door.

“Goodbye,” Spock said, turning back to the square.

“See you,” Bones said before slumping in his car, slamming the door shut against the cold, and starting the ignition.  As he waited for the heat to kick in and warm the interior of the vehicle, he sat in quiet confusion.

—

When the car had warmed up sufficiently, Bones took a breath and put his foot on the brake so he could throw the car into reverse.  But before he did, his phone pinged, so instead he dug it out of his pocket, and saw that it was a message from Jim.

Hey, I’m all patched up.  If you’re not busy could you give me a lift to my truck?

Bones typed out a response, awkwardly on the numerical keys.

Yeah, be there in a few.

He put the phone down on the console, and put the car in reverse.  His eyes flicked up to the rear view mirror, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw that he wasn’t alone in the car.  He slammed the car back into park before he could panic and step on the gas, then spun around to confront the intruder.

“You!” Bones shouted, pointing an angry finger at the hag who knocked him out back on the Enterprise.  “Who the hell are you?  Did you send me here?” He demanded.

“Chill, man,” she said, raising her gnarly grey palms to him, blinking slowly.  She was no longer wearing a dirty nightgown, but was instead wearing a casual Santa-themed dress, which only looked stranger on this greying old hag.  “I’m the Christmas Hag, and I brought you here to learn the true meaning of Christmas,” she said in a sarcastic, sing-song voice, garnished with unenthusiastic jazz hands.

“I don’t want your jokes,” Bones snapped.

“No, really,” the hag said, adopting a more serious tone.  “I really am the Christmas Hag, and I really did bring you here so you can discover the true meaning of Christmas.  Sorry, I’ve done this spiel so many times - you have no idea - and it’s starting to drive me crazy.”

Bones just squinted at her for a long moment.  “Is this one of those damn Hallmark movies?”

The Hag snapped her fingers.  “Bingo,” she said, sounding bored.  “Welcome to Hallmark AU, I’m gonna cut to the chase here.  Jim and Spock were supposed to meet in Market Square this afternoon, but they didn’t.  Wanna tell me why that is?”

Bones rolled his eyes.  “Because I hit Jim with my car while he was walking to the square,” he answered, sounding annoyed, then angry as he suddenly remembered what caused him to hit Jim with his car.  “Hey!  It was your fault!  You were there!”

The Hag smiled lazily.  “Regardless of whose fault it is, this movie has gone off script.  You’ve screwed the timeline, Bones.  And it’s your job to fix it.”

“What are you talking about?”  Bones asked, throwing his hands up in frustration.  “This is your fault, I didn’t ask to be here, and you need to send me back to my ship.  I have a life to get back to, I won’t play your stupid games!”

“If you ever want to go back to your life, you’ll listen closely,” The Hag said, returning the intensity of his glare.  “If those two idiots aren’t kissing each other by the end of the ice sculpture competition, you will be stuck here forever.”

“Now wait just a damn minute,” Bones protested.  “I thought I was here to learn some dumb Christmas lesson.  What in god’s name does this have to do with Christmas?”

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” the Hag said, and before Bones could retort, she flashed a peace sign and vanished into thin air.

“FUCK,” Bones shouted, slamming his head down on the steering wheel and letting the car horn drown out the thoughts running through his head for a long minute.

[ichayalovesyou]

Live reaction The Empath:

Ohhhhh no! Here we go! First time that it’s not just summaries and gifs ohhhhhhhh NO!!

I am not prepared

Jim is so fuckin soft, first thing when he comes to is “Spock! Bones!”

Oh she’s PRETTY and sweet I love her already

Respect Bones hell yeah, treating people like people (the bar is low but y’know)

OH NO ITS THESE SPOOKY FOKS

Aw she healed him that’s soft!

Naughty bad test subjects get out in the PAIN TUBE

Slooooooooooow moooooooow suffering!

They all love each other so much ❤️❤️❤️ owwwww

Scotty getting to be cool is always a win

“Oh they’re probably fiiiiiiiiiine” *is getting tortured* jfc

“Engaged your capacity to love others” 🥺 these threeeeeeeeee 💔

Poor Jem awwwwwwwwwwwww poor Jim! The acting is SO GOOD this lady has TALENT 🥺

Awww Jim is always so worried about everyone! He’s so Good

Wow fuck OFF the VAYANS are the WORST

Bones claustrophobic(?)

Who Gets To Die For Science from Immunity Syndrome but WORSE.

Bones said “OOPS 😨😡”

Spock loves Jim so much... 💔

Bones loves them both TOO MUCH AAAAAAAH! “Not this time Spock.” OWWWWWW

LEAVE! BONES! ALONE!!!!!!!

“Our Brain pattern”? BONDED?!?!

Get him down! Oh my GOD 😨😭

😨😨😨

😭😭😭

Aw Jem! They’re just gonna sit with him while Bones... ow. Ow ow ow ow!

“You’ve got a good bedside manner Spock” 💔 🖤

Spock is audibly upset with no alien possession or influence or anything owwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Who ARE the VAYANS to decide who fucking lives or dies?! Fuck them! What kind of twisted fuckers?!

“You three are the best to show Jem what love is” MC-SPIRK MC-SPIRK MC-SPIRK MC-SPIRK!!

Sure the Vayans are technically right but they had no right to decide the metric to which they hold the Triumvirate and Jem’s entire race to!

The Vayans are fucking monsters. Wow.

Oh I just saw De’s ring for the first time 😢

Bones is the best Bones is the best ow ow OW

“If death is all you understand. Here are four lives for you.” woah, damn Jim what’s the opposite of psychic damage that healed my heart in the worst way just, woah

They BETTER treat Jem right or I will kill them. 😡

Love how the end is like “wow, Jem was so cool!” save y’all same!

Bones said “fascinating”.

Spock sounded sarcastic when he said he’d give it thought but he totally meant it you can’t change my mind.

Another insanely good but insanely painful episode hooooooooly moly.

[une-pomm3]

Writing Prompt 3 - Spirk

I used this list, rolled a d-100 for the prompt, had no time to think about it before setting a timer for 30 minutes. This is what I came up with.

Prompt: I swear it won’t happen again

Warning: post-sex scene. 

--

To say that his relationship with his First Officer was strained was putting it much too politely. 

They respected each other on the bridge during shift - at least, he hoped the respect was mutual. For all he knew, Spock only ever followed his commands (again, loosely) due to the inability to express his burning rage without risk of being thrown in the brig. Or, Jim thought merrily, without risk of being shot out an escape pod to a remote, icy planet to await collection and trial. That is not to say that he did not disagree with Jim on almost every decision he made - but lately he reined in his frustration and waited until they were alone in the Ready Room or, at the very least, in the turbolift paused somewhere between two decks, before he aired his grievances. 

Outside of their overlapping shifts, they actively tried to avoid each other. 

Because when they didn't, arguments would get heated, and then, ultimately, devolve into one of them shoving the other against the wall and very passionate kissing that leaned very heavily towards biting than anything resembling tenderness. 

“I swear it won’t happen again,” Jim sighed, gathering the torn remnants of his uniform from the floor of Spock’s quarters. Spock said nothing, instead staring moodily up at his ceiling from his bed, chest still heaving. 

Jim was not entirely sure how to navigate a working relationship that seemed to be based entirely on sexual tension. He wanted to get along with Spock, to have even a small portion of the friendship Ambassador Spock had hinted they were destined to have when they met. Not that he didn’t enjoy whatever the fuck they currently had going on between them - at least while it was happening. But, he would have preferred to have a clear head while on the bridge, staring at the back end of his First Officer and desiring very much to be bent over his chair - whether or not the whole crew were still present. 

He needed to sort this shit out.

And soon - because these slip-ups in control were starting to cost him whatever shreds of sanity he still had. 

He considered how he was going to get back to his quarters without being seen; his shirt was torn into quarters and his pants were nearly in half. Fuck - he’d already needed to replace a uniform once this week, he wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to explain this. 

“Jim,” Spock sat up, the sheets falling away and Jim paused, still half-stooped looking for his second boot. “You have said that thrice before and with no change in behavior.” 

“Right,” Jim stood and tried not to feel self conscious - they’d just had crazy sex, he shouldn’t feel the strong desire to cover himself up. He held the torn bits of his clothes to his chest. 

“I think we need to talk more about this.” Spock said finally, staring, impassive, looking fucking wooden and perfect, even with disheveled hair. 

“Right,” Jim repeated. The inside of his mind felt like static and his mouth felt like it had too much spit in it. He swallowed and shifted his weight. 

“I think we should talk more about this now,” Spock continued to stare and Jim continued to have his own gaze dodge about the room - if he didn’t look at Spock, perhaps he could still avoid this conversation. 

He wasn’t sure what he hoped to come of talking about it. Agreeing to do better at stopping was probably the wisest course of action, but definitely not the most enjoyable. He would have to find some other way to channel his energy because, god damn, he had too much of it and after nights like this he usually slept like a baby and that was swiftly becoming something important to him.

Which, you know, was probably a very good reason they should talk about this. Because it did not bode well if Jim was getting more out of this emotionally than Spock was - and by whatever gods that might be aware of them floating in the black, Spock was getting absolutely no emotions out of this. Other than annoyance. And regret. He was not sure where regret fell on the Vulcan line of logic, but it must be in there somewhere - he’d seen the way Spock’s mouth twisted into an unhappy line after their encounters. But Jim was getting attached and that was, arguably, worse.

He knew on an intrinsic level that wild, angry sex was not what Ambassador Spock had planned for them when he urged them together.

“Right now, right now?” Jim asked, shifting his weight again, “‘cause I was sort of thinking I needed to go and do that thing that was important.”  

Spock actually frowned at that, deeply, and Jim only saw because he chose that moment to look at him. 

“Fine,” was all the reply he got and Jim took that as a win and hastily pulled on his pants, clutching them together, and made for the door. It wooshed open and he took a pause to look both ways before slipping out into the hallway and running back to his own room.

[hhhhh-waitwhat]

Star Trek: The wrath of Khan

Finally watching this immediately after seeing tmp for the first time and I already miss This Simple Feeling [SPOILERS BELOW]

-spock looks amazing as always I am already in love with this red outfit aaaa

-wait where's kirk

-damn indeed

-evasive action! *explodes*

-SPOCK!! UHURA!!! We are one minute in

-Jesus? No, that's just Kirk, he's extra like that

-aaaaa i see

-yaas bones so dramtic

-Jim why must you roast them like that

-shdhejje they're gifting each other poetry now?! This is the best of times

-illegal smuggle buddies

-old man Kirk better wise up we have 3 more movies to go

-FIRST OFFICER CHEKOV?! in my dreams

-whos this nervous mop and cool lady what

-not at all ominous shed in the desert, looks like a good place to chill

-always trust Chekov

-the Botany Bay mafia has arrived

-WHAYHSHb great to finally meet you mr khan

-read the room new captain geez

-Chekov never told me the tale too :(

-Jim is a busy man khan he can't just keep checking on everyone he abandoned

-TITS OUT KHAN

-aww but it's like a worm armadillo

-oh nooo don't out it in their ears ewww

-AAAA IT LICK

-aah back to the comfort of the enterprise

-personally i love the dad glasses Jim

-a tiny boi SIR

-vulcan the real language of love

-lmao bones and Jim snarking on the new guys

-YES ASTRONAUT GUY!!! tiny spaceman is my favourite reoccurring star trek movie minor character

-Sulu's smile melts my heart 💖

-more like Starship Un-reliant

-someone save Chekov my poor baby

-Bones lmaoo are you casually drunk

-SHAKE YOUR HEAD NO JIM ITS CALLED NONVERBAL COMMUNICATION YELL CAROL NO

-be still my beating heart Spock in a robe

-ohohoho suddenly Spock's out here with the outbursts of Jim you're the only one for me the enterprise

-AAAAYYYYYY WE GOT EM, I GOT MY 'THIS SIMPLE FEELING'

-I have been, and always will be, yours.

-I have been, and always will be, yelling about this scene from now on

-*chanting* Captain Kirk, Captain Kirk

-khan really does subscribe to the Jim Kirk Titties Out look

-coughwhydotheycallthemmrsavik is this a subtitle error orrrr trans vulcan Savik confirmed

-hmm seems kinda op to just make any planet living

-cant see how that could go wrong at all

-alright Bones we should probably go about this at a different way instead of insulting Spock but I get what you're putting down

-hahs khan that's your intimating line?! I love it, reminds me of megamind lmaoo revenge is a dish served cold

-that guy just FLEW on the bridge!!!

-oof khan got em good, his bite is stronger then his bark

-sup khan long time no see

-unforgivable that they did that to the lovely lady enterprise

-amazing work as always Jim but Chekov!!! We must save him and his worm

-good god who is that in your arms Scotty why did you bring them to the BRIDGE

-its the baby boy!!! you did well my red shirt baby, rest well

-i love how bones didn't even wanna be here at first but now he won't even let Jim beam down to planets alone without him

-hewwo? Mop head and the lovely and smart Carol?

-oh there are the rest

-CHEKOV IS BACK!!! everyone hug him NOW

-thats a big sonic screwdriver

-mop head and Carol, living it up in a bunker woot woot

-Chekov betrayal! I don't blame you baby boy I blame the rest for not listening when you told them about the ear worm like what did we expect

-Terrel noooo!! I didn't appreciate you enough I'm sorryyyyy

-wait why did Chekov's worm leave is he just that powerful

-that "KHAN" was so loud I'm surprised the enterprise didn't hear it ahshssh

-OFC Kirk has a complicated relationship with Carol smdh

-LIKE HIS FATHER?!? MOP HEAD IS KIRKS...?!?!

-my son.. look at my son!! *bursts into Hamilton song and dance

-not gonna lie I did read a spirk fic today where I believe it mentioned his son and wife died but I paid it no heed, now I'm second guessing everything ajsjsje the line between cannon and fannon continues to blur in my mind

-wowow dang Carol you really outdid yourself this place is straight ART

-kirk big brain cheated and Starfleet were so impressed they just let it slide immmm

-okay wow this crew montage and dramatic music has no right to get me this pumped up

-omg mop wears a jumper around his shoulders like a rich tennis player are we SURE this is Jim's son

-khan even nearly has the titty scar wound too he's more like Jim then mop boy will ever be

-second movie second serve of flashing lights, I really need to stop watching these in the dark

-do y'all really think khan is the kind of guy to surrender lololol

-crazy that spite kept him and only him alive like that huh

-AAAAA SHITS GETTING REAL SPOCK WENT ROGUE

-no hesitation we mind meld with whoever, Spock you naughty boy

-Me, Bones and Scotty all yelling at Spock to STOP SACRIFICING YOURSELF at every dang opportunity sjjdidkdj we CARE

-dang khan what a way to go out

-All is good so far? Did we win?

-OH FUCK SPOCK! RUN KIRK, RUN TO SPOCK HE NEEDS YOU

-wow I've never seen him run so fast and- did he just push over a random guy??? Go Jim nothing can stop you

-oh my god no

-no

-this is the second movie he can't die now?!?!? im not ready for thefamous touch through the glass scene I glimpse on Tumblr IM NOT READY

-i just have it paused. i don't even want the camera to pan across and show Spock I KNOW I'll cry

-deep breath

-i can't type too busy crying my heart out, spoooooooooooooooooooock

-OH MY GOD JIM DONT CRY TOO WAAAAAAAAA THE TEARS DONT STOP

-i should never have watched the movies I was so happy with just the original series, imagining my boys together exploring space for all eternity

-amd now I'll never stop crying ahsjdusjjs

-Okay okay okay I couldn't even wait till the end of the movie i HAD to know NOW, my poor heart couldn't go on otherwise-so, after a brief glance at the next movie descriptions Spock is IN bones in Search for Spock?!?! And then he's alive maybe in the next one I'm so confused my heart is so wearyyy

-too numb for the rest I can't deal with you rn mop head

-we are in MOURNING

-Jims broken I'm broken we're all fucked up now

-cant even hug right I feel ya Jim we are empty on the inside

-okay bones sure he's not dead if we remember him but also HES NOT DEAD DEAD RIGHT?! It's too late now to start another movie but I am dyingggg to know what happens next send help

-you're going to bring up your birthday Jim?!? Remind both of us how you were too busy sulking to appreciate Spock's poetry I swear to goddd next time you see Spock I am BEGGING you to shower him in all the love and affection he desrves

-wish they'd do a Sherlock and he's just hiding behind a tree :(

-wellllll I mean??? He sorta was??? Egg spock

-stop making me cryyyyyy opening in Spock's voice ahshshsbs I hope those gravely lines are the last thing I hear

-FINALLY it is OVER I can try to mend my broken heart with fanfics hhhhh

-got me outta nowhere with Spock and I am draineddd, can't wait to watch the next one soon 💕