#OTP that needs to HAPPEN

[sweetness-pop]

GunLeo 2025 Headcanon:

Guntz and Leorina are both around 29 going on 30 this year.

They've been married since September 2022, so around 2.5 years.

The Golden Killer x Sky Pirate husband/wife duo are parents of 3 half-wolf/half-lunatean children: 2 sons Maxz, 6 and Blitz, 10 months, and 1 daughter Kya, 3 going on 4 this April.

Oh, and Leo is currently 6 months pregnant with a 4th. (It's a girl, she's expected to be born in mid June, and her name is Lexee)

[kaenith]

Winter's Delight (@fswintersdelight), day 26

Happy December! Hope everyone's been staying safe and warm (or safe and cool, if you're in the southern hemisphere!)

[screwpinecaprice]

Worse is it's probably the same it make cents joke.

Draw the OTP and pun-hater by @looneyfrechie. The post itself is not loading for me so here's a reblog of that meme template in case.

[lizardkingeliot]

Buenos Aires, as fast as we can.

[anghraine]

TMP is honestly this wild trip despite the glacial pacing at times, because it's like—

Vulcan woman: Spock, you've worked hard to purge yourself of all emotion, but your mind is picking up signals from some human and I guess some logic thing in space. my conclusion: you aren't racially pure enough to find your answers here

Spock: time to track down the pure logic thing and find the answers and meaning in my existence as a Vulcan that I've been searching for all my life and definitely never found in the past before all my previous character development got reset

[Meanwhile]

Kirk: so this unknown cosmic force is going to wipe out all life on Earth, and I've been placed in charge because I have a lot of experience dealing with bizarre dangerous cosmic shit as commander of this specific ship, in addition to my missing being in space because I was pushed into the admiralty at, like, age 39

Decker: *throws a series of tantrums about the prioritization of all of Earth above his ego for almost the entire mission*

Ilia: I have taken an oath of celibacy

Kirk: ... not super relevant. please just do your job

[Also, the transporter painfully melts some people we don't know into unrecognizable lumps of flesh. This is completely disconnected from the rest of the movie; it has no relevance to anything else, is immediately forgotten and never acknowledged again, and everyone acts like Bones is silly and paranoid for being nervous about going through the transporter]

Uhura: I think Admiral Kirk is obviously the person most qualified to command our incredibly dangerous and important mission, and we're damned lucky he got put in charge. if anyone cares

[everyone else]: *doesn't care*

McCoy: Jim, maybe you shouldn't make your mid-life crisis everyone else's problem

Decker: yeah! I should still be in charge! my solution is "don't take risks" when encountering the unknown and wait until systems are 100% safe before we do anything

Kirk: again let me reiterate that we need to act decisively even if it's risky or billions of people will die. we have to at least try, so waiting is not an option here

Spock: *shows up and, despite being icy and dismissive, immediately fixes all their most pressing technical problems*

McCoy: maybe we shouldn't trust him. he has his own agenda now

Kirk: wtf of course we can trust him he's Spock how dare

[Kirk quickly figures out the changes to the bridge, and from then on, his judgment and decisions are pretty much continually vindicated by the plot. Decker's advice goes from temporarily useful to unprofessional constant jabs with little sense of the real stakes and no better ideas. It becomes extremely apparent that Kirk really is far better equipped in temperament and experience to deal with the potential slaughter of Earth than Decker, especially when assisted by Spock—even this arctic version of Spock.]

Spock: *knocks out a crewman, steals a spacesuit, and tries to make contact with the cosmic acid trip/space vagina by traveling through what he unenthusiastically describes as its "orifices"*

Kirk: I ... guess maybe Bones was - no, it can't be - wait a moment, I -

Spock: *starts transmitting all the data he's gathering to Kirk*

Kirk: hah, I knew he would never betray me! Okay, everyone, you all stay here, I'm going to jump into space to catch him

[Spock melds with the cosmic space vagina and it violently ejects him through various orifices, as he might describe them, until he's thrown right into Kirk's arms, signifying nothing]

Bones and Chapel: melding with the cosmic logic vagina seems to have fried his brain :(

Spock, laughing: I should have known ...

Kirk: *seizes his shoulders* known WHAT Spock what are you talking about. please tell me your mind is intact. sweetheart it's okay what are you full of shame about this time *tries to shake the brain damage loose*

Spock: Jim ... I melded with the supreme logic being and discovered that there's no beauty or art or meaning in raw information or logic ... only a barren STEM hellscape without the humanities

[Spock slides his hand down Kirk's arm until their fingers wrap around each other, and their joined hands tightly cling together. unrelatedly, we have definitely seen Vulcans and Romulans use finger stroking as kissing and/or foreplay]

Spock: it was awful and empty and not at all what I've been searching for this whole time. and finally I understood that the real meaning in life comes from the simple feeling between you and me. The mechanized space vagina couldn't understand our love

[Kirk wraps his other hand tightly around his and Spock's clasped fingers. God knows what degree of obscenity they would be committing on Vulcan, but in any case, McCoy (as ever) politely pretends he's not seeing this happen right in front of him, since Kirk and Spock obviously have forgotten, yet again, that other people exist]

Kirk: 🥹🥰

[They stare tenderly at each other without speaking for a few seconds, but are definitely communicating on some level; after a moment's hesitation, Kirk nods slightly, then Spock nods in response, and it feels like we're missing half the conversation. Then Spock explains V'ger's existential angst in terms that obviously apply equally to his own past self, and by past I mean "for most of this movie until a few minutes ago"]

It turns out that V'ger, in addition to being a cosmic acid trip/space vagina/mass murderer, is also an annoying teenager, maturity-wise. I do appreciate Kirk and Spock having their "this is just adolescent angst and we are too middle-aged for this nonsense" reaction, and noping out to provoke V'ger into some measure of cooperation until they all figure out that it's trying to communicate with NASA.

In the course of all this, there's a point where Decker manages to be mildly helpful via the Ilia probe sort of remembering their old relationship, and he proves his value at last by welcoming the chance to orgasmically fuse with Ilia/V'ger, while Kirk is horrified and baffled at why Decker would find this remotely appealing. (ngl Kirk in this movie feels like the most purely gay-coded iteration of him; from the film itself, I could easily believe he has lost all attraction to women at this point.)

So thankfully, we're finally free of the weird and underwhelming Decker/Ilia duo via multiple cosmic acid orgasms, and the Earth is saved, etc. In aesthetics, it's all powerfully 70s, even in the awesome strange bits before V'ger looked quite so, uh, yonic. Somehow even the new bland sleepwear version of Starfleet uniforms seem very 70s; apparently Spock's kickass robes and the muscle-revealing quasi-polo top that Kirk promptly switches into consumed all available stylishness.]

Scott: everything's fine now, so I guess we can drop you off at Vulcan, Mr. Spock

Spock: my experiences today have, uh, resolved my need to stay on Vulcan, so there's no reason to detour for me. I'll just tag along to Earth for >_> no reason

Kirk: [deeply vindicated for about the twelfth time that day, but this time also managing to exude Spock is getting laid tonight without saying a word about him] Mr. Sulu, ahead, warp one.

[lover-of-mine]

#sometimes you gotta stare into the distance and contemplate the way things will not be the way they should be without your soulmate boy bestie beside you

2x18 “This Life We Choose” -> 8x10 “Voices”

[urghblergh]

I finally watched "Our Man Bashir" and did like the outfits and the shooting at each other, so I drew this. ✨

Also inspired by this brilliant fanfiction and the very interesting headcanon concerning Cardassians and dancing mentioned in there. 👁️🔥

Reference

[thund3randrain]

“It’s fine to ship Yelena with people bc aroace people can also have sex and be in relationships-”

I am putting you in a meat grinder and making you into spaghetti bolognese, which I will share happily with my aroace moots who are also tired of this shit

[boothefanficeater]

This is how that one scene went right

[brutalitybunny]

so we know about jin tohma cigarette scene but what if tohma just does that with all of his boytoys

[amasec]

The Interrogator’s most recent report to the Ordo had been particularly critical of the Lord Captain – a truthful account, yet undoubtedly scathing – and he couldn’t say he was particularly eager to face the repercussions of her having discovered it. Having broken through multiple layers of alphanumeric encryption, Runa had likely taken the time to peruse the report in its entirety. Heinrix cringed inwardly as he recalled some of the more private observations that he had made – an instant reveal that he had, once again, been spying on her.

“Ten minutes, and not a second longer.” The Lord Captain stepped out from where she had been standing behind her desk, disregarding a secondary data slate onto the cluttered surface. Heinrix watched as it skidded across the spread of parchment. “You’re really rather good at following commands, aren’t you?”

Eyes narrowing as he glared at her, Heinrix swallowed his discomfort, recognising the ire that had begun to itch at the back of his neck. He wouldn’t rise to her goading. Remaining silent was a tried and tested tactic. His words could not be weaponized if he did not speak at all.

And so, the Interrogator remained silent, both arms held stiffly by his sides as he waited for her to continue. He knew enough of the brutish tenacity and extreme fearlessness of Calixian pirates to understand that even despite the length of his tenure on board her ship, he still did not trust the esteemed Rogue Trader in the slightest.

Regardless of his evident distrust, Runa appeared undeterred, continuing to observe him with a strange, unguarded curiosity as she circled him like a predator. Perhaps she craved the secrets of his very soul; his greatest fears, his clandestine desires. Or perhaps she was trying to find a weakness to exploit, searching for something she might be able to use against him. The latter was far more comprehensible than the former.

Oh, but how he wished he knew what she was thinking.

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

Spoilers:

[thethiefandtheairbender]

honestly normalize not wanting your otps to actually be canon

[timothyslucy]

wait.... if tim and lucy are gonna boink at tim's place, does that mean we'll get a parallel of tim waking up before lucy to make her breakfast, like tommy did for buck????? PLEASE SAY YES. 😫🙏

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

Me searching for Wilmon endgame like

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

16 days.