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[apfel-strudelz]

TMP Spocko with his fuckass bob

[opalbird]

Including OP's tags.

Mommy and Daddy looking good

[purplewriter]

Anothere rare Pinterest finding. ST2 BTS. Link : pinterest

[melit0n]

There's just something about the changed melody he tends to do when they play Jaws live. The final "SHOW ME LOVE." always gives me such an uplifting feeling, too.

Credits: Pizza Nick -> yt

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

you | for @steddiemicrofic January prompt new

pairing: steddie (duh) | word count: 517 | rated: M | on AO3

The next morning, Steve finds himself awake much earlier than he would’ve liked; the light of the new day filtering through the blinds is still tinged with early morning darkness.

For a moment he just breathes it in.

Only a handful of hours before, he was alone.

Only a handful of hours earlier, he was convinced that the thing he wanted most in this world would always be an impossibility.

Now though, these wholly insignificant amount of hours later, he feels a shift in gravity beneath him, the warm body beside him pushing up to turn over.

“Sorry,” he whispers, “Did I wake you?”

Eddie blinks blearily over at him; his brow is scrunched in confusion, like he’s not quite sure how he got here.

“You okay, Ed?”

Eddie grunts, letting his weight fall unceremoniously onto Steve’s chest. “Mrmph.”

Steve chuckles, and Eddie shifts again, tilting his head up to poke his chin into the meat of Steve’s chest instead of his nose. “You’re thinking too hard.”

“Hmm.” he hums, snaking an arm out from under his boyf– lov– frien— out from under Eddie and over the soft planes of his back. “Go back to sleep, Teddy.”

Eddie’s nose smushes into his pec once again, and Steve can’t help but laugh, his chest causing Eddie to bounce slightly.

“Mmrughph!” he complains, louder this time, flopping an arm over him and pressing down slightly to stop him moving, “Tryin’ t’sleep, here.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Steve chuckles, squeezing Eddie tight to him. He shifts, and Eddie presses himself the rest of the way to him, his leg hooking over one of Steve’s and settling between them.

Eddie soon goes boneless again, Steve feeling each point of him as it gets heavier with sleep.

He lies there, with Eddie in his arms, and thinks.

Thinks about how they would never have been here now if not for Eddie’s penchant for popping up at Steve’s house randomly. That if he’d had anything else to do tonight, he wouldn’t’ve waltzed in just after dinner. That if Steve had any better hearing than he does, Eddie wouldn’t’ve walked straight into Steve’s room mid-jerk.

The utter horror of being walked in on (by his newfound crush no less), did absolutely nothing to quell the heat blazing through him, nor did it deter Eddie from recovering quickly enough to shut the door, lock it behind him, and climb onto the bed between Steve’s legs.

“This all for me, big boy?” He’d asked, voice low and eyes dark.

And for some reason, all Steve could do was laugh.

Laugh at being caught, laugh at Eddie’s complete acceptance of what was happening, laugh at his complete lack of hesitation.

Steve laughed, Eddie’s face started to shift from sultry to panicked, and Steve had sat forward and pulled Eddie to him, kissing him soundly.

They’d moved against each other for hours; kissing, grinding, coming, laughing some more.. It was the least scary a new thing had ever been.

Eddie shifts beside him again, “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” his leg hitches higher, feeling the effects of Steve’s reminiscing.

Steve smiles, “You.”

i haven't done a microfic in a while.. nor have i even writen/posted something in a while!! brushin off the cobwebs today apparently lmao

buy me a coffee? ☕

[spectordameron]

Dead heroes, no leaders.

[strangersteddiex]

It Was War, It Wasn't Fair

Summary: “Damn, what happened to you, Harrington?” Eddie asked, squatting down to get a closer look at the blossoming bruises and muddy, dried blood. “Fire,” was all that Harrington said. “Fire?” Eddie. “You were in the mall fire?” Harrington nodded before wincing and closing his eyes against the pain the movement seemed to have caused. “You’re a bit of a mess, y’know?” Eddie asked. “Did you get checked out?” “No,” Harrington sighed, closing his eyes again. A tale of two boys patching each other up while fighting the hell that threatens their small town.

This is a gift for the lovely @alwaysurvalentine, as part of the @steddieexchange I hope you like this!

Read here on AO3

[hellishtodorokifamily]

Fanart by @/joikzo

[plutosoda]

[vamparanormal]

ds9 crew: “guys we gotta stop the evil bad guys from the wormhole”

quark subplot:

[sadfransisko]

(Not) funny that these are all characters from the Berman era

Liking star trek as a woman is the hardest job in the world

[purplewriter]

I realized that this photoshoot doesn't only foreshadow one but two couples (three if you consider the fact that Lumax broke up in season 4). Jopper weren't together yet. Hopper was supposed to be dead at the end of season 3. Jopper get together only in season 4, after this photoshoot. And the last one left is Byler. The next is logically Byler. Oh shut up, we always win. We won all along.

[fictionalaffection]

in the end, we’ll all become stories.

[wwillywonka]

hey so what the actual fuck

edit: that's the link to the video btw^^

[obaewankenope]

The mortification Spock and Sarek would both feel if they found out about this makes the whole thing extra 👌

there is a subreddit on star trek reddit called like r/xenorelationship dedicated to inter-alien-races relationships and jim's secret account (u/adassperaspera) is a local celebrity there. his imput is invaluable as he has one of the most diverse ranges of experience. he is however only expert in human/vulcan relationships number 2 because, as he realizes with horror at some point, amanda is also on reddit