How the Star Trek TOS crew would act during a blunt rotation (since y’all wanted to hear this :D)
Kirk: he would act like he knows how to hit a blunt but he would hold it in and swallow it and start coughing like crazy and basically acting like he’s dying
Spock: he would hit the blunt gracefully not hogging it at all and when high a very comforting presence though he prefers hitting the bong (Vulcan za will get you fucked up though)
Bones: he takes long drags and will hog it a bit but not greedy with it, he either softens up or just traumadumps while he’s high, no in between
Scotty: he would start out taking small puffs but at the end he’d be taking really long drags and will be high as a kite resulting In him just speaking Scottish Gaelic
Chekov: the worst fucker to pass the blunt too, he will hog it for few minutes straight he’s a greedy fuck, and his fuck ass bob smells of kush, he will complain about the rules and will mooch off other people’s weed, a nightmare to be around since he will start shouting in Russian and becoming even more paitrotic than usual
Sulu: would only take small puffs of the blunt and like Spock prefers hitting the bong, very chill when high and probably doesn’t say shit but just smiles and grins like crazy
Uhura: would also hit the blunt gracefully but would hog it a tiny bit and take long drags but not greedy with it, when high she won’t shut the fuck up
Chapel: would take small puffs of the blunt but prefers hitting the bong, will hog it but overall is really calm and comforting
(I need help 🫶)
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Day 7: Happy Birthday, Teru.
Reference: https://i0.wp.com/img.screencaps.us/202/3-nimona/full/nimona-animationscreencaps.com-467.jpg?ssl=1
I have wanted to draw this pose ever since I saw the movie. This was the perfect opportunity. I really wanted to draw something that made me feel calm and happy. This is the result.
A little extra snippet for everyone as well. Enjoy!
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Soft heels pad across a midnight-cast rooftop, the loud boisterous sounds of the party fading into the background like sun setting below the horizon.
The air is moist and thick with spring-time mildew. It sticks to the ground, making everything wet, and layering the world in a slight chill.
The pair sit down on the edge of the rooftop and the taller of the two smiles. "Thanks for stepping away from your own party for me," he says, fingers playing with a brightly colored gift in his lap.
A wave of a hand and a snort, "You know I never mind Shige. Besides," he leans foreword, eyeing the gift with sparkling blue eyes, "I see you have something for me~?"
Shigeo nods and passes the gift over, the corner of his eyes crinkling in amusement, but barely visible in the dark blue of midnight. "I do. Happy Birthday, Teru," he leans over, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
Teru (even after all these years) blushes, waving his hands up and down as he takes the gift. "Ahh stop it you!" He places the gift in his lap, blue eyes softening. He stares down at it and then tilts his head up, looking out at the night sky in front of them.
After a few more seconds of pause, he finally says, "You know. If it's okay... can I open it later?"
"Of course. You probably know what it is anyway, you did give me a list."
A boisterous laugh escapes his lips, which then slides like melting ice into a soft smile. He sets the gift to the side and scoots closer, intertwining their hands as he nestles his head on his husbands shoulder. "Honestly... I love parties, but I love just sitting here with you just as much. It's a really beautiful night."
Shigeo tilts his head down, rubbing his face into blonde hair. "Mmm. I like it too."
A breeze picks up, ruffling their clothes, the scent of wet concrete tickling their noses. Cars drive past below, rumbling in and out of sight.
Even deep in the city, the sounds of crickets in a nearby park float aimlessly through the breeze, filling the edges of the sounds.
The tranquility is broken by thumping footsteps and a door swinging open loudly, startling to two as they turn towards the sound.
"Birthday Boy!!" Shou yells, "Stop smooching and get down here for you cake!!"
Teru glares, "Shou, I was just enjoying a moment, how do you always know when to ruin it..."
A shrug, "Eh, I just have amazing timing like that."
Ritsu also pops his head out the door, hand already on Shou's collar, "I can give you guys 10 minutes, but if you don't come down by then this," he shakes Shou, "is going to eat your cake."
Shigeo lets out a breathy laugh, "Thanks Ritsu. We'll be back down soon."
Ritsu nods, pulling Shou away as the other yelps in frustration.
Teru tries to keep on his annoyed face but it dissolves into a cracked smile as he leans back into Shigeo's shoulder. "He's such a dork."
Shigeo answers with a hum, pressing close.
Even in the city, the stars are visible, dancing above them in a quiet hum. A far off symphony that they cannot hear but the light sings like strings reverberating through the night. Mixing with the low drone of the city, an ambient tranquility that rests light on their shoulders.
Shigeo squeezes their intertwined fingers. "Happy Birthday, Teru."
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