thinking about siffrin and loop getting utterly fucking wasted together and fooling around and then the next morning they don't remember so odile has to be like "yeah i watched you two go at it like animals. pretty hot ngl" and they both get so embarrassed they explode
I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them
People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human
“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”
“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”
“Yeah!!”
“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”
"no attachments" in SW literally just means "don't be selfish and possessive". that's it. that's all there is. doesn't mean jedi can't have friends and loved ones. they can. just. don't be possessive and selfish about it. don't murder thousands of people in an effort to save one.
“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.
“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.
“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.
“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.
“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”
“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.
“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”
uuurrrggggg … teasing the loserboy you know has the biggest, seemingly most innocent crush on you. the guy everyone knows for a fact is a virgin just by looking at him. you don’t mean any harm by it, it’s fun! the attention , the stuttering, he makes you feel drop dead gorgeous just from the way he acts… you don’t do too much, just making your tits bounce when you sit across from him, talk low and lean in whenever you’re standing next to him, passing by him in ways that have you pressing up against him in just the right places.. all to get his pretty flushed face, and hitched breathes in response.
it’s intoxicating, you feel entirely in control... until you don’t. you push it too far. wrong place, wrong time.
you should’ve dialed it back, it being just the two of you at his place. you expected his roommate to be home, that you had nothing to worry about when you hugged him in greeting, then pulling away and trailing your hand down his chest.. you know you didn’t have any real drive to act on all the teasing, maybe eventually, but definitely not like this.
your timid little nerd has you pinned against a wall, trapped between it and his body which is much sturdier than it appears, you probably couldn’t struggle your way out if you wanted to. especially with how his strength surprises you as he uses one hand to half hold your weight, fingers bruising into your soft flesh as he fucks into you. his mouth mumbling into the crook of your neck about how pretty you are, how good you feel around him, how long he’s been waiting for his.. how much he loves you.
I love how silly Spock looks in the beanies he wears on missions where he needs to hide his Vulcan features. Like men in the 20th century wore a variety of hats regularly, but he’s usually going for the beanie that makes him look like some 2010s angsty teenage boy.