willowandthesagaofgayyearning
What The Fuck Even Is A ’Star Trek’
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All pronounsEnglish Major and Shakespeare lover. Star Trek is destroying my life right now Aspiring writer and mediocre artist
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Spock if he was on Good Mythical Morning
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first time drawing them without kirk :')
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Nobody committed to the bit harder then Shawn Spencer. The fact that he could've just come out and told them about his photographic memory and deduction skills on the second day and they probs would've still hired him and taken him much more seriously, but the dumbass bi man chose to continue to pretend to be a psychic FOR 8 WHOLE YEARS is genuinely insane behavior. And don't even get me started on Gus keeping his besties secret for that long, he a real ride or die.
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Do you know what i learned from TV shows (psych)?
Never underestimate the power of faking it till you make it, and you should be able to do the worm at your job and still get paid
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my bestie is getting a lesson in garashir thanks to me
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Bashir falls asleep in front of Garak, and Garak, still strikingly unused to intimacy in any form, has... rather a lot of feelings about it. Sentiment. He knew already that he was far past the point of no return, as far as sentiment went, but it still surprises him, sometimes, to see just how much the contagion affects him.
In this case, it takes the form of paralysis. He sits there, heart in his throat, just watching Bashir, hardly able to move for fear of disturbing him, of waking him and breaking the illusion - or worse, waking himself, and discovering that it was all some wretched hallucination, yet another sign of his weakness, because surely it can't be real.
How could it? what do you mean this soft Starfleet doctor trusts him that much? Doesn't Bashir know he's a spy? He's killed people! More of them than he can count! And Bashir is snoozing away, seemingly unaware that he could be murdered. His head is tilted back against the couch, and that long, oh-so-fragile human throat is exposed, utterly defenseless - Garak wouldn't even have to try to slice through his neck. The skin would split as easy as a flower petal. He wouldn't even need a knife, though he certainly has one on him, with how thin human skin is! His claws or teeth would do the job just fine.
And Bashir doesn't even care! He's just... sitting there, sleeping. As though Garak is safe. Which surely he can't actually believe. It's simply beyond the realm of possibility.
Which means, certainly, that it isn't real. It can't be.
Still, Garak can't bring himself to stand. If it is only a dream, then it hardly hurts to indulge in it, just a little. To entertain the illusion that Doctor Bashir could feel secure with him, someday. So, he sits and he watches, tracing each motion of the Doctor's chest with his eyes, and he expects that at any moment he will wake up.
He doesn't, though. He stays seated, watching Bashir, and with every moment that passes it feels a little more real, and simultaneously a little more impossible.
Just under an hour later, when Bashir finally jolts awake, hair ruffled and gaze soft, Garak is still there, hardly moved an inch. Maybe Bashir notices that his position didn't change, maybe he doesn't, but either way, he smiles sheepishly at Garak, and apologizes for falling asleep on him.
Garak stands, feeling more in a dream then ever before, and assures Bashir that of course he needn't worry. It was no inconvenience. Then Bashir looks at the time, and apologizes again, this time for needing to leave so soon after waking up. He darts for the door, but not before reaching out and placing a hand on Garak's shoulder, beaming.
And Garak, now alone, can't help but stare after him, almost dizzy with emotions that he can't parse as his shoulder burns with the lingering imprint of Bashir's touch.
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S3E21: The Cloud Minders ⋆.˚ ✧ · ˚⊹
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Uhura is the type of person to have a salad in a plastic container she shakes obnoxiously for 10 minutes before eating it like an English teacher
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Hi. I finally finished the Spirk comic set to Johnny Cash's Hurt I have been working on for a month. If you want to, please enjoy and leave some nice words :) thank you.
CW for: blood, self-harm, spoilers for anything TOS, death
HURT
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There is a part 2! Please consider reblogging and reading the whole comic :)
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Can’t stop doodling them
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If naked ladies can get 5,000 likes, how many can my boy Spock get?
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That it’s clearly habit for them to divide up whatever food they’re given according to who can eat what is such a great little moment.
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ARCANE SPOILERS
jinx: *makes an ableist joke to viktor*
viktor: *immediately deadnames her*
they deserved more time together lmfao
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But what about Stonn, you ask?
You fool. Stonn is also a lesbian.
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i think its just me but it feels like Kirk(tos) is always making this..face filled with something i cant describe but its alot of it
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just casually too nothing even big happening, you could be cleaning the toilet in front of him and he'd be making this big melty sunshine puppy dumb face
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Rewatched amok time with my sister
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