#its snowmas

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

Wanted to draw something for SNOWMAS

And everyone around me is having babies and the babies are very cute so I wanted to Simon and Baz as babies with their dads

Baby Baz is babbling away at Malcolm and baby Simon thinks being held like a floppy football is a fun game that this weird adult that hangs around his mom sometimes plays with him 😅*

*taking a page out of MRB and making it so Davy is still Simon's bio dad but I imagine he and Lucy mutually agreed she'd have full custody

[lotidge]

its Christmas time. Lotor experiencing Christmas for the first time. To be honest I can see it being his favorite time of the year.

Lotor: Why is ash falling from the sky Pidge: thats snow. Its ice.

LOtor: ... Why are those humans cutting that tree down.

Pidge: ... Right you guys dont have Christmas.

Lotor:??? Then next year as soon as it starts snowing

Lotor: PIDGE! IT IS SNOWMAS! WE MUST GET THE HOLLY TREE!

He's confused byt he has spirit

[you-get-to-exhale-now-cyrus]

#3 of the winter prompt for tyrus

((you got it!! 3. “You. Me. Snowman. Now.”))

Word Count: 1,463

At precisely 5:34 AM, all the phones in the Goodman household starting ringing. Cyrus groaned, putting a pillow over his face before realizing what that meant. As quick as his tired body could manage, he leaned over and answered his phone.

“Hello, this is a prerecorded message from Jefferson Middle School. Tomorrow, there will be no school due to the weather. School will reconvene the following day,”

The other phones were turned off after a minute, followed by a string of complaints from his parents (”Why can’t they just send a text the night before,” he heard Norman grumble).

Sighing happily, he grabbed a blanket from the foot of his bed, wrapped it around himself, and padded towards his window. Was it a bad idea for him to be opening his window at 5:37 AM just to see some snowflakes? Probably. Did he do it anyways? Yes.

It was beautiful. Millions of white flecks dotting the sky as they hurried towards the ground. One landed on his finger, and he pressed it into his palm, allowing it to melt. Ever since he was a little kid, his parents had told him that all snowflakes were wishing opportunities. He pressed his palm to his heart and made his wish.

I wish TJ would like me back.

The next time Cyrus woke up, it was almost nine o’clock. Morning sun rays spilled through his blinds, causing him to squint as he got up. His lawn, along with his neighbors’, was covered in a thick blanket of snow. The wheelbarrow that held leftover dirt was nowhere to be seen, probably engulfed by the snow. Beaming, he grabbed his phone and texted TJ.

[Me]: did u see the snow??? its crazy

He scrolled through some older conversations he’d had with the other boy, and they made his heart soar. He counted every heart emoji that TJ used (13 within the past few days), and every keyboard smash (30, again within the past few days).

[TJ

[TJ

Cyrus smiled, flopping back on his bed.

Thirty-one.

“Make sure you come inside when you get cold! I’ll have cocoa ready!”

“I will!”

Cyrus waddled out of the house in a thick parka, a scarf, a pair of bulky gloves, snow pants, a knitted hat, and boots. One wrong move and he’d go tumbling down and wouldn’t get back up.

“Hey, Underdog!” A familiar voice chirped, kicking some snow out of his way, “ready to make a snowma–what are you wearing?”

Cyrus rolled his eyes playfully. “Snow attire, something you are clearly not cultured in,” he pointed out. TJ sported a thin hoodie, with finger-less gloves and a beanie. Sneakers were where his boots should have been, and no snow pants were seen.

“How you wound me,” TJ sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart, “but seriously, you look like a store than ran out of mannequins, so they put every thing on one,”

Cyrus would have crossed his arms, but his jacket was too bulky, so he opted for putting them on his hips. “I came outside to build a snowman, not to be ridiculed for the fashion efforts of my parents,”

TJ put his hands up in mock defense. “Okay, okay, you got me. Now,” he took a breath, a silly grin splitting his face, “do you wanna build a snowman? C’mon let’s go and play,” he sung, flailing his arms dramatically in an attempt to dance.

It took a moment for Cyrus to process the sheer amount of cuteness before him, but when he finally came to his senses, he gave in to TJ’s singing.

“I never see you anymore, come out the door, it’s like you’ve gone away!” he continued, his voice cracking near the end, ducking his head.

“We can’t all be talented singers like me,” TJ commented, earning him a shove from Cyrus.

“What happened to building snowmen, Kippen?” Cyrus joked, narrowing his eyes.

“I’d rather just listen to you try to sing. It’s cute,” he replied smoothly, silently cursing himself for not bringing a scarf to hide his blush.

“…shut up,” Cyrus responded quietly, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“I’m serious,” TJ told him, grabbing a handful of snow from the ground and forming a little ball, “you look so cute when you-” he cut himself off, throwing the snowball at Cyrus and watching it fall apart, allowing it to dust his face.

“Hey, no fair! You can’t distract me like that! You didn’t even start a formal snowball fight!” Cyrus pouted, a few loose snowflakes falling from his eyelashes.

TJ shrugged, smirking at the shorter boy. “Life’s not fair, Underdog. You just gotta get used to it. And it hurts like hell sometimes, but you get the cards you’re dealt,”

“…are we still talking about snowball fights?” Cyrus asked, tugging at one end of his scarf.

TJ merely shrugged again, walking over to one of the benches the Goodmans had. “I mean,” he started, dusting off the seat so he could sit down, patting a seat for Cyrus, “sometimes I feel like the odds are stacked against me,”

Cyrus frowned, slipping off his gloves and shoving them inside his pockets. “Why do you say that?”

TJ scoffed, absentmindedly taking Cyrus’ hand in his. “Well, considering I’m gay, I feel like I’m starting at square negative five,” he mumbled.

Cyrus squeezed his hand. “Hey, we’re talked about this. It doesn’t matter what other people think about you. There are so many people that care about you and–”

“Wait,” he interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, “it gets worse because…shit, why is this so hard,” he grumbled, puffing out a breath of air.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” Cyrus assured him, meeting TJ’s icy blue eyes with his warm brown ones.

“See that’s the thing, I can’t tell you. I can tell literally anybody but you,” he sighed, releasing Cyrus’ hand and rubbing his temples.

Hurt. That’s how Cyrus felt. “Wh-how come you can’t tell me? But you can tell other people? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he replied quickly, “I mean…sort of. Not on purpose,” he supplied, a frustrated breath coming out of his nose and creating a small white cloud.

Cyrus willed himself not to cry; it was too cold and he was worried that his tears would freeze. “..I’m sorry, I guess,” he whimpered, pressing his bare hands onto his eyes and rubbing at the furiously, “for whatever it is I did,” he muttered, standing up.

A few snowflakes landed in his hand, and he clenched it into a fist. I wish TJ would tell me what’s wrong. I wish that whatever I did wrong I could correct.

As if TJ could read his thoughts, he sprung to his feet. “There’s nothing you can to,” he started, bracing himself, “it’s not your fault that I fell for you,”

Silence. The worst sound of them all.

Cyrus glanced up at TJ, trying to meet his gaze, but the boy’s eyes were shut tight. “…like-”

“I like you, dammit,” TJ huffed, opening his eyes and kicking at the snow under his feet, “and you make it so hard for me not to do so. Every time you hold my hand, or tell me that I’m enough, or cheer me on at my basketball games, I just fall harder and harder. And I sucks, because yeah, I know you like guys, but why on earth would you like this guy,” he pointed to himself, sighing dejectedly.

“TJ,” Cyrus began, taking his scarf off and placing it around TJ’s neck so he could still pull on the edges. He tugged him closer, nearly stumbling over his boots that were too big for him.

“I like you too…dammit,” he whispered, a tiny breath of moisture appearing between them. Giving the scarf one last tug, he pressed his lips against TJ’s eliciting a squeak from the taller boy.

Cyrus could audibly hear TJ take in a breath after they pulled back. His cheeks were a deep shade of red, and that was definitely not only because of the weather.

“Wow,” he murmured, taking Cyrus’ hand and intertwining their fingers, “I can get used to that,”

Cyrus smiled warmly, nodding over to his house and beckoning for TJ to follow. “Me too,” he replied.

As they walked, a few snowflakes accumulated in Cyrus’ free hand. He almost made another few wishes, but he took a look to his right. Seeing TJ there, holding his hand, and smiling because he was happy to be with Cyrus, he wiped his hand on his snow pants. He didn’t need any wishes; he had everything he ever wanted right here.

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[pherryt]

Star Trek Masterlist

I - sadly - do not have near as many Star Trek fics as I do a certain other fandom (I think mostly cause i’m scared to write Star Trek. Science scares me, lol, and I can’t see myself putting them into AU worlds as easily as I do to the SPN folks) but here’s everything I got.

In order of posting: (NEARLY all these fics is straight up McKirk - ALL are SFW)

1 -Running Boldly Forward

First Star Trek ever fanfic, also one of THE FIRST I ever put up on AO3 - I still don’t quite know where this idea came from but I’ve always loved it.

Fandoms: Star Trek Original Series, Star Trek Next Generation, Doctor Who 

Words: 6665  Pictures - no Summary: The Doctor unintentionally crosses dimensions and lands on board the Enterprise and leaves just as quickly, leaving behind a whirlwind of confusion….then he does it again.

2 - Two Makes One

Written for a generic soulmate prompt - second time ever writing Trek, first time ever writing McKirk

Fandoms: Star Trek AOS Words: 7003  Pictures - yes

Summary: Soul Mates are rare, so rare that even having heard the stories about them as a child when most others didn’t even know the stories ever existed, Leonard McCoy completely forgot about them.

Decades later, and he’s forgotten the signs, doesn’t understand whats happening until it’s too late. He’s fallen too deep for one Captain James T. Kirk.

That should make him happy right? Problem is, Leonard doesn’t believe he deserves this.

3 - The Church of the Holy MacGyver

So, this is probably crack? What qualifies something as crack? It was a fun little idea anyway.

Fandoms: Star Trek AOS, After Star Trek Beyond (Canon Compliant) Words: 1027  Pictures - yes Summary: Jaylah discovers the old TV show MacGyver and admires him greatly. Scotty’s not too sure about this.

Just a fun, quick little drabble (its just over 1000 words, that counts as a drabble right?) Based off a post I saw on Tumblr (It’s always Tumblrs fault, ever notice that?)

4 - Crossing Fantasies

Another crossover idea. It actually came about because I saw an SPN Season 1 clip really, really fast and thought it was Karl Urban. it was Jensen Ackles. This wound up having nothing to do with that clip, but I knew I had to do SOMETHING that combined them.

Fandoms: Star Trek AOS (mention of Star Trek Original series), Supernatural Crossover Words: 6839 Pictures : no

Summary: Dean’s minding his own business in the bunker when 3 very impossible people show up in his room amid a glory of sparkles.

There’s no way he could be facing down Captain James T. Kirk, Doctor McCoy and Commander Spock - they’re fictional characters from a TV show for fucks sake, right?

So why was he holding a gun on the very real presence of three strangers claiming to be just that in his own bedroom at a supposedly impervious Bunker? Pictures - in process

5 - Dammit Jim, I’m a Doctor, Not a Ghostbuster!

Written for a challenge prompt

Fandoms: Star Trek

Words: 3232 Pictures Yes

Summary: Mistletoe keeps following the Doctor everywhere on the Enterprise and he’s getting sick and tired of it. He hasn’t quite caught on to where it’s coming from or what the pattern is but his refusal to just kiss his Captain already is putting a serious crimp in the plans of a couple of really invested ghosts…not to mention hurting the captain…

6- Do You Wanna Build a snowma - Dammit, Jim, No I Don’t!

Written for a challenge prompt

Fandoms: Star Trek AOS

Words: 5124 Pictures : Yes Summary: Leonard McCoy wasn’t entirely sure how he’d been roped into this, but here he was building a snowman on some random planet because the Captain thought they could all use a morale booster.

By the time they’re done making their snowman, Leonard no longer begrudged the Captain for insisting on this particular activity.

or

How Bones’ First Snowman Leads to McKirk

7- The McCoy Files:

A series of loosely connected shorts.

1 -  Confessions With Your Doppelganger Fandoms: Star Trek AOS and Star Trek Original series

Words:  1139 Pictures YES! Summary: What would it be like if the McCoy from one universe/dimension/alternate reality was able to interact with another McCoy?

You’d think something like that would drive you insane, but Leonard’s certain talking to his almost-double helps him from diving off the deep end.

2 - Accidental Marraige my first tumblr prompt for Star Trek! Yay!!!

Fandoms: Star Trek AOS

Words:  1221 Summary:   In their equally messed up lives, getting married by accident certainly fit right in.

3  - Old Fashioned Card Games

Fandoms: Star Trek AOS

Words:  1198 Summary: Something has caught Dr. McCoys attention and Jim wants to know what it is.

8 - Tumblr Kiss Prompt: Angry Kiss - McKirk

That needs a better title, doesn’t it?

Fandoms: Star Trek AOS

Words: 1513 Summary: Sometimes being Kirk’s roommate at the Academy isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Or…not. Leonard never expected his day to end like this.

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