Gladio: EVERYBODY FREEZE.
Noct: WHAT THE-!? Gladio: SOMEBODY STOLE SOMETHING MINE AND I KNOW IT WAS SOMEONE IN HERE. Prompto: Wha-!? Gladio: A-HA, YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN’T NOTICE, RIGHT? IT WAS YOU, IGGY. YOU TOOK IT. Ignis: I’m sorry!? Gladio: YOU BASTARD. THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART ENOUGH. Ignis: What are you talking about!? I haven’t-! Gladio: YOU TOOK MY HEART. GIVE IT BACK CAUSE I CAN’T SLEEP WITH YOU KEEPING IT. Ignis: FORTHELOVEOFLEVIATHAN GLADIOLUS, IT’S 3 A.M. CAN YOU PLEASE NOT DO THAT, YOU MADE PROMPTO CRY.
I saw the "gayest things jungkook did" post and was wondering whether you'd be willing to make a list for v too? does tumblr allow lists that long?
here we go:
One of his favourite photographers whose photography he’s put as his display photo on the fan-cafe and who he talked about in the wings: ynwa live show thing is Ryan McGinley, who is openly gay and if you look at a lot of his photography and on his instagram, a lot of the photos are of mlm and wlw and is just generally a gay figure of the photography world
his role in blood, sweat and tears has a lot of gay coding in it, from the bit where he gets hit by hoseok’s arrow to the implied kiss (basically the statue is V) at the end
when they were filming the I Need U MV during the scene where he’s lying on the ground with Namjoon he said ‘we’re on a date’
that taehyung/jin moment at the MAMA Awards 2016
whatever it was that happened at isac 2017?????
that time he got drunk and kissed the jimin plushie thing????
I don’t think it’s a reach to say that ‘Stigma’ very much brings to mind like, a post-coming out story I know a lot of people who’ve related to it on that basis and it’s probably the interpretation that makes the most sense
when he sang a little bit of Sam Smith’s Lay Me Down on a BTS+ vlive thing? - Sam Smith is an openly gay music artist and Lay Me Down is one of his songs that has a specifically gay music video
that whole story about the first time him, jimin and jungkook met and they all just???? slept half naked cuddling for some reason
when he fell for the photographer during the seasons greeting shoot
when he posted a picture with somebody with long hair and everyone thought it was a girl when it was actually a long haired male staff member
when he held hands with jimin and jimin posted the picture with the caption ‘i only have you, V’ with no explanation
that little gslip up during hwarang promotions where he accidentally said something to minho like ‘what would you do if she asked your sister out’ or something like that?????? and he was just beaming it was wholesome
the puma adverts…. are gay…………
that gay drama video he made with jimin
that picture that exists of jin and tae in a bath idk
when he did the ‘no boyfriend? no problem’ meme that was pure :(((((((((
on the vlive where they were at kcon france he was singing bits of ‘I Know’ and specifically sang the ‘know you love me boy’ bits
hansung was a gayby idk why he just was
the whole celebrity bromance thing with minjae???? so sweet
i’m pretty sure he’s called a lot of men sexy before????
when he walked in those heels in star king????? effortlessly????? and grinded along with the guys on the stage it was pure
also another thing to note when they were on star king, they watched a male dance group who were performing in heels and most of the other people watching were looking like “:/” and tae was like this:
there’s probably more I’m forgetting but I’ll add to this if I think of anything else
Reita: Yeah, you’re right, that’s why they say people who work out are even more annoying than smokers. Uruha: Yup. (Reita laughing very hard) Uruha: You will all see just how annoying they are when our world tour documentary comes out. We have some very detailed footage of that. Reita: They should have cut out more! Uruha: We already cut out quite a bit…
Armie Hammer, it seems, can’t open his mouth to talk about Call Me By Your Name without some ridiculous newspapers making a story about it. As the UK and US release dates creep ever nearer, the promotional trail has picked up and every day brings a new tale… “This movie is, for some people, a really incendiary topic,” he explains. “There are so many quotes that are so easy to take out of context. Whether it be me saying that I was hesitant to take this role because I didn’t know if I would actually be able to perform this. As an actor, I didn’t know if I could make myself that raw, open and exposed. Because this is so much about the subtlety. And that can easily be taken into, ‘He was hesitant to take a gay role.’ This is not the first time I’ve done this!” he sighs.
Well, if they were educated on publications such as ourselves, they’d know that this is at least the third time that he’s ‘played gay’. “Yeah!” he agrees. “Whatever, if it was my 50th time. You know, it’s all just crazy. But at the end of the day, people have to make clickbait. I get it, I understand the nature of the beast…” Let’s go back to days before age gaps, and straight actors, and peaches – back to Armie’s first steps towards 80s Italy.
“I met with Luca at his house and had tea with him and we had wonderful conversations. Then I left and didn’t hear from him for three years,” he laughs, “then three years later Brandon, my agent, calls me and say’s, ‘Luca’s doing a new movie,’ and I said, ‘I’m in!’ and he goes, ‘OK, I would read it first, but OK, for sure…’
“I was blown away at how beautiful this story was. Just this story of two human beings falling in love in the most raw, honest way. It was just incredible, I don’t think I’d ever read a script like this. So after having a series of conversations with Luca about how scared I was to approach a project like this, he helped me understand that fear and desire are normally very part and parcel. The fact that I want to be an artist means that I will need to take things to challenge me and push me. That’s the whole point of this journey, to evolve. To change, to grow.”
He explains, quite openly, that he didn’t think he was a good enough actor to play Oliver. “This is what they talk about in acting class, this is the dream. I’m incredibly self-doubting and a borderline self-loathing person, so I was like, ‘I don’t know if I’m a good enough actor to be this raw on camera’. Like, I don’t know if I’ll do a good job.”
Fortunately ‘several great conversations with Luca’ later and we have the Oliver you’d never be able to imagine this movie without. Some of those conversations focused on quite specific parts of the script that Armie didn’t get…
“I didn’t understand, ‘Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine,’” he reveals. “I’ve never done that. I’ve never participated in that. These two people share this one thing. They want so badly to be one with the other person. That’s why he wants to eat the peach, he wants him inside of him. It’s like there’s this need and urge to be one, hearts to heart – like one being. We’re soul mates, we are one. I think it all comes out of that. Of course, it’s art so it’s a subjective medium, so it’s up for interpretation, but that’s sort of how I came to understand it.” Ah yes, the peach. It’s mentioned everywhere – this magazine included – despite the film being so much bigger that that.
“It’s so much bigger!” he exclaims. “And then also when you see that scene, it’s so fluid, and natural and organic. It’s not a massive set piece in the movie, it almost comes and goes so naturally.”
So to speak…
Armie laughs again. “It’s all part and parcel with the way Luca did the whole thing, where no scene is meant to be, ‘This is a scene that has nudity in it, so it’s more precious.’ No, it’s all just everyone being honest and being there and being present and generous. And Luca pushing all of us as we did it, which was great.”
The intimate scenes are quite raw – there’s one where Elio grabs Oliver quite firmly in the crotch.
“It’s all acting,” he says, dismissing the notion that it could be uncomfortable. “And if we’re going to be fair, I think women have been groped on film for a long time and no one ever asks them how they do it, or how they get away with it,” he reasons. “In these moments, what it felt like was a completely organic and natural part of what these two characters were going through. It wasn’t like I was thinking about as Armie in the situation, it’s sort of like trying to lose yourself in that situation.”
That said, when we interviewed Timothée, he said that Armie gave him stubble rash… Armie laughs hard. “Yeah right! I don’t know, I was shaving pretty closely! I hope I didn’t, but hey man, anything’s possible, I guess!” Still in good spirits, he chuckles again when asked if Timothée’s a good kisser.
“We never actually kissed outside of rehearsals and making the movie, so I couldn’t tell you what Timmy actually kisses like,” he cleverly replies with a smile. “But I can tell you that Elio as a kisser is so much about sort of unbridled and borderline unexperienced passion. Not Timmy, but it’s very much Elio. I’m sure Timmy is a better kisser than Elio!” We float the notion that his off-screen relationship with co-star Timothée could, if we were going to be lazy about it, be a bit of a bromance.
“It was fantastic,” he grins. “I would come home from work and I would be bike riding around a little tiny town just like the one we were talking about shooting the movie in. In fact, the exact one. And then I’d ride to go and get dinner with Timmy. We’d go and have a fantastic time. We’d go back to his place or my place, we’d watch documentaries or we’d listen to music or we would work on our scenes for the next day. We would spend all of our time together, just having an amazing time. It just felt like the amazing summer that we’ve depicted on screen. It was idyllic.”
At 31, he’s several years older than Oliver’s intended age of 24 yet the relationship – which is well within the law of the country it’s set in – has inevitably drawn criticism. Armie himself famously called out actor James Woods for doing just that, reminding Woods that he’d dated a 19-year-old when he was 60. Ouch. We remind Armie of that little-known film about a summer relationship between a 17-year-old and 24-year-old – Dirty Dancing.
“Yeah!” he laughs. “Yeah, exactly! Nobody mentioned that or Lolita, or anything like that… By the way, I blame most of the problems in the world on social media!”
It’s from social media, and word of mouth, that Call Me By Your Name has been given life – with an ardent fan base before it’s even been released. “It’s pretty intense,” Armie considers. “Very few people have anything but the most positive things to say, so it’s really hard to have a problem with that. I think also it does make me a little bit apprehensive because expectations can be the root of all suffering. If we spend so much time building this up, people are going to literally expect the most perfect movie of all time, which is impossible. It makes me excited, but it also makes me nervous at the same time…”
Oh, I am so glad you asked for this one, my dear. TOS McSpirk is the ship that is nearest and dearest to my heart. I have so many feels, and so many headcanons, but I’ve always been a little intimidated of voicing them, because these three are just so damn important. Bear with me as I try my very best to do the triumvirate justice. @gracieminabox, I’m tagging you, too, solely because we’ve talked about some of this (or you’ve listened to me ramble at length, you wonderful person, you) and I am just drowning in my feels - throw me a life preserver, will ya?
Who said “I love you” first
None of them use the words.
It’s not something that needs to be spoken.
Carrying another’s soul changes a man. Everything, everything Spock’s ever seen and known and done, Len’s right in the thick of it all.
It’s as horrifying as it is mind-boggling. Len’s a deeply private person, and having someone else in his head, a rival, a friend, giving him a front row seat to all of his flaws and doubts and failings, well, that’s almost more than Len can bear.
Turns out, their minds are remarkably compatible. The man Len had sparred with, served with, depended on, fought against, and trusted with his very life becomes so deeply intertwined in Len’s consciousness that he can hardly separate where Leonard H. McCoy ends and S’chn T’gai Spock begins. They are one and the same, a duality housed in a single vessel, twin souls sharing a fragile human body.
Len’s shocked to find that Spock… still is, for lack of a better term. The living soul of another - katra, Spock corrects him pointedly - is just that, living. Spock is in the present; he reacts, and he thinks - boy, does he think, Len realizes - and Len very quickly has a hard time distinguishing between the thoughts that arise from his own mind, and those that are of Spock.
There’s no way to block it, either.
Len learns a very many things, seeing the world through Spock’s eyes.
He learns that Jim is Spock’s t’hy’la (he’s not surprised at this, not a bit, he just hadn’t realized that “bromance” was an official Vulcan relationship with an official Vulcan name).
He learns that Vulcans feel emotions. Vulcans feel emotions very strongly, in fact.
He learns about Spock’s past. About his childhood, about his home.
And he learns about himself.
It’s harder with Jim. Len catches the shadow of Jim’s essence through the fragile t’hy’la bond, like echoes in an empty room, but it’s dimmed, somehow, and Len can never be quite sure if the snatches of emotion and bleeding of thoughts that seem to emanate from Jim come from Jim-of-the-moment or memories of past-Jim supplied by the Spock who now lives only in Len’s head. Time seems to shift and bend, swirls of before looping over glints of today, Spock’s unfettered desire for Jim Kirk mingling and compounding with Len’s own until Len can hardly hold himself back (but he must, he must). The whole situation is enough to give him a pounding migraine that lasts for months.
Later, when Len wakes up on a stone slab with a throbbing head and a clawing emptiness in his soul, he realizes that he can still feel Spock.
Or rather, he can feel where Spock’s not.
There’s a gaping hole in Len’s mind, where there should be the swirling thoughts of another. It’s a devastating,godawful feeling. Len’s known heartbreak before, countless times in countless ways, but this is different, starker, more absolute. There’s a piece of him missing, a whole other side of him gone, and Len feels as if he’s slowly breaking apart, as if everything that’s ever made him the man he is is slowly crumbling around him.
He hardly even recognizes himself.
Spock seems to be shutting him out.
Spock, for his part, doesn’t know what to make of it. There is t’hy’la, his face so well-known and well-loved, the face that colors so many of his memories - “Your name is Jim,” - but there is the other, too. He has a bond with the other, the other whose face is so familiar and so beloved, the other who evokes such strange and bewildering emotions from his vulnerable heart. Their bond is wide open and blazing, like fire, like the sun, blinding in its brilliance. Spock’s memories are muddled and unexpected, colored by a lens that is not his, and he has a deeper understanding of the world and all that is in it than he’s ever remembered knowing before, a new, strange, human perspective. His knows a grief that is not his own, failures and triumphs and fierce pride and love, love, love, and a heartbreak, a loneliness that keens and blends with his own loneliness, thoughts that pulse and thrum and churn and break against his own thoughts.
Spock snaps his barriers up with a force that very nearly sends him reeling.
It takes him time to sort it out, to tease apart the trappings of his own mind and to separate his own experiences from those of Leonard McCoy.
“I’m gonna tell you something that I never thought I’d ever hear myself say. But it seems I’ve missed you. And I don’t know if I could stand to lose you again.”
It is only later, treading water in the tiny whale-tank on a centuries-old Earth, that Spock comes back to himself.
“I am Spock,” he tells her.
And he knows, then, that he is Spock, and that Jim is Jim, and that Leonard is Leonard, and that together, they are something new.
He waits for the opportune moment.
It is a surprisinglydifficult discipline, the waiting.
He manages it until the council hearing, and then, suddenly, he can resist no longer, moving to stand next to Jim and dropping his barriers just for an instant, hardly even glancing up to meet Leonard’s gaze.
He doesn’t have to - Leonard’s answering thrill of wonder and anticipation is like the rising of the sun, and its all there, magnified exponentially between them, joy, joy, joy, and love, love, love.
He finds them together that night, waiting for him in his own cabin.
Who would have the others’ picture as their phone background
There aren’t many photographs of just the three of them.
The background of Jim’s PADD is a picture of David.
The background of Len’s PADD is solid black. Spock and Len are remarkably similar in that regard (and in many others). Len, in any universe, prefers not to let anything distract him from his work, and it never occurs to Spock to personalize an object that is so clearly intended for his professional use.
Spock, though, is the one who collects objects of sentimental value.
It is only logical to do so. Jim and Leonard are human; he will likely outlive them both by at least a century. A broken marriage bond can easily drive an otherwise healthy Vulcan into insanity, and once failed, the Kohlinar is no longer an option - Spock knows, deep in his most secret thoughts, that he would not make another attempt at purging his emotions, even if he could.
It is far, far too late for that.
So he stores away small things, a photo of the bridge crew, a scrap of napkin that Jim has scrawled on, a snapshot of Len smiling under the Georgia sun, mementos, moments, little glimpses of a life well-lived. He keeps them all carefully hidden in a tiny box - “This is my logic,” - saving them for the day when memories are all he will have left of Leonard and Jim, these two extraordinary human men who have captured his heart so completely.
It is but a small price to pay, or so Spock tells himself.
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
Len scrawls their names in the traditional vanu-tanaf-kitaunin, fingers tracing the elaborate loops and curves with a muscle memory that is not his own, the mirror squeaking softly as he writes.
Spock stands at his shoulder as if to correct him, never speaking, only watching.
At length, Len pulls back. “Well, what do you think, Spock?” he asks, and Jim can see by the glint in his eye that he’s pleased with himself. “Not too bad, for a first try.”
Spock leans over him without a word, trailing one long finger at the edge of Len’s handiwork. “A satisfactory attempt,” he murmurs, flicking deftly to adjust the curve of serif that Len had neglected. “For a human.”
“Very pretty, Bones,” Jim reaches around them both, making his own mark on the glass.
JTK was here.
Len lifts his eyes heavenward and sighs.
Who buys the others cheesy gifts
Jim Kirk buys the cheesy gifts.
An “I <3 NY” shirt for Spock.
Red suede cowboy boots for Len (who wears them proudly).
“World’s Best Husband” mugs for all three of them.
Who initiated the first kiss
Len and Jim have kissed several times before the initiation of their relationship.
Len and Jim have been each others’ best friend, drinking buddy, and wing man for years. They’ve participated in more than a few wild nights - most notably that one exceptional shore leave on Argelius - and neither of them are adverse to a little inebriated physical affection.
After all, what’s a kiss between friends?
Spock and Jim, at the time of Spock’s death, were only beginning to explore their physical relationship. Spock had initiated a few superficial melds, but Jim, for the most part, remained aware of the t’hy’la bond only in passing, and Spock had only briefly introduced him to the Vulcan ozh’esta.
Never a full, proper, human, lips on lips kiss.
Later, after the fal-tor-pan and the awful excursion to the 20th century - whales, really? - and the revelation of Jim’s council meeting - “Mr. President, I stand with my shipmates,” - Len knows it’s time.
He doesn’t need to approach Spock. For one glorious moment, Spock had dropped the barriers between them, and the bond had flared to life, singing in Len’s mind, an all-consuming joy so sudden and fierce that it had very nearly brought Len to his knees.
He manages to keep himself upright, but only just, basking in the glow of Spock’s presence against his, so long-missed, so absolutely vital. They share the moment, both an instant and an eternity, and when Spock pulls back, Len has the sensation of falling into himself. He’s left with a new understanding and a contentment like he’s never known, save for the dull ache of desire in his deep in his chest.
He finds Jim, and he lays it all on the table.
Jim’s intake of breath, after Len finally runs out of words, is sharp, harsh, and Len is afraid, for one terrible moment, that he’s misjudged things horribly.
“Oh, Bones,” Jim breathes, and then he’s kissing Len for all he’s worth, taking Len by the upper arms and pulling him onto his toes.
Jim’s lips are warm and soft and familiar and right on his, and Len realizes, suddenly, that this is only the beginning.
It’s the most joyful thing he’s ever known.
Who kisses the others awake in the morning
Otherwise, it depends on who wakes first.
Typically, this is Spock. Vulcans require less sleep than humans, so its typically Spock tracing the curve of Jim’s jaw or the edge of Leonard brow, with his lips, with his fingers, with his tongue.
Sometimes, though, it’s Len. Len is a nuzzler. Len likes to bury his face in the crook of Spock’s neck and to curl his body protectively around Jim’s. Len kisses the hollow of Jim’s throat, the soft patch of skin behind Spock’s ears, running his fingers down their chests and shoulders, paying special attention to the sensitive spots on the inside of Spock’s elbows.
Jim’s a little more passive. On the rare occasion that he’s up first, he likes to lay beside his husbands and watch them. Len, early bird though he is, is a total bear when woken unexpectedly, and it is so rare to catch Spock unawares that Jim feels as if he’s obligated to savor the moment. Spock’s face is relaxed, the tension and sharp lines fallen away, and Bones, though he’ll deny it to his dying day, snores softly and smacks his lips in his sleep.
Jim wouldn’t wake them for the world.
Who starts tickle fights
Jim is typically the instigator of the tickle fight.
Len’s got a tiny spot just at his inner thigh that sets him giggling until he can hardly breathe, red-faced and panting, tears running down his cheeks.
Jim lives for these moments.
Len’s retribution, when he can finally manage it, is swift and brutal. Jim may be bigger and stronger, but Len is fast. He sprawls on top of Jim, long fingers extracting their revenge with all the precision and finesse of a highly skilled surgeon.
Jim Kirk begs for mercy.
Spock watches it all impassively from the corner of the bed, the gentle thrum of satisfaction that filters through their bond the only evidence of his amusement.
Until Len exploits his superior knowledge of Vulcan physiology, that is.
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
Surprisingly, this is Spock.
Jim doesn’t ask if he can join Len, not that Len expects it. He pushes his way through the sliding glass door, and automatically Len shifts to accommodate him, without a word.
Jim, though, is remarkably efficient with their shared time in the shower. He hops in, does his business, and hops out, dripping little puddles all over the bathroom floor and humming softly under his breath.
Len takes his sweet time. There’s something wonderful about the thrum of real water on his bare skin, and despite the environmental control systems on board the Enterprise, the vastness of space leaves him feeling cold and hollow. A hot shower is a comfort, and he savors it.
Spock is strangely drawn to Leonard during these moments. It’s as if something in the water melts whatever subtle barriers remain between them, and Spock finds himself dumbstruck by Leonard, Leonard with his eyes closed and his face upturned, lips parted just slightly, Leonard who’s completely oblivious of Spock’s presence, just standing utterly still and letting the water fall over him like rain.
The words, May I join you, are hardly out of Spock’s mouth before Len’s breathing a harsh, “Yeah,” and Spock is shedding his cloak and climbing deftly into the shower with his bondmate.
Jim finds them a long time later. “Well, thanks for the invitation,” he manages just before Spock yanks him into the downpour, shirt and all.
Who surprises the others at work with lunch
They all eat lunch together, when they can.
It’s actually an old habit. During the five year mission, Jim would often have his lunch with Bones in the sickbay, or with Spock, when they could both leave the bridge. Occasionally, when their schedules allowed it, they’d all take their lunch breaks together in the mess hall, Bones sassing at Spock, Spock snarking at Bones, Jim indulgently running interference between them (and often subtly egging them on).
Now, years later, the pattern remains. Bones still sasses Spock, Spock still snarks Bones, Jim still looks on in besotted amusement.
Some things never change.
Who was nervous and shy on the first date
There’s not a first date, necessarily.
After the kiss - it’s a particularly long kiss - Jim can hardly find words.
“Bones,” he breathes, eyes wide and a little bit desperate. “Are you sure? He’s -”
“Jim,” Len takes Jim’s hand in his own. “I’m sure.”
They wait for Spock together.
Len’s certain, this time. The look Spock had given him across the council chamber had said enough.
The bond had said everything.
The door opens, and there’s a beat of silence.
It all hangs in the balance. The past, the future, literal lifetimes shared between them.
“Spock,” Jim bursts. He takes half a step forward, then stops suddenly, as if reminding himself, “Be gentle, don’t press.”
“Jim. Leonard.” Spock nods toward them, utterly serene, his dark eyes giving nothing away.
Len feels as if his heart’s about to burst.
“Oh, god, c’mere,” he chokes, throwing his arms open wide and shoving all of his love, his wonder, all of himself toward the Spock-shaped hole in his heart.
Spock moves, the barriers fall, and the bond sings.
Who kills/takes out the spiders
Spock is the best at catching the spiders.
Len’s too busy harassing Jim. “Haven’t seen you jump so high in years,” he laughs.
“Could be poisonous,” Jim informs him primly, stepping lithely down from the dresser only after Spock has relocated the offending critter outside. “Better safe than sorry, you know, Bones.”
“I’ll remember you said that,” Len tells him pointedly, “the next time you decide to scale a goddamn cliff face with no safety gear!”
Jim does not honor this with a response.
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
Len is the tactile one of the three, and this is only exaggerated when he’s drunk. He worships his lovers with his hands and with his body, litany of murmured praises falling like honey from his lips.
Spock is seldom inebriated. In fact, he’s far more likely to act as a keeper to Len and Jim, silly humans with their silly love of recreational cognitive impairment. He keeps a watchful eye on the two of them, carefully concealing his indulgent amusement at their drunken antics.
Rarely, though, Spock will have a piece of Jim’s chocolate pie, or accept Len’s offer of a drink (Len never fails to offer).
Then, Spock becomes a wild thing, a Vulcan of the days of old, a physical being in the most inherent sense. Making love is an art and a science, and Spock, particularly when he loses his inhibitions, excels at it. The somatosensory cortex of a Vulcan brain is exquisitely complex, and that, coupled with the ingenuity and innate intensity of the human experience, renders Spock completely powerless to his own desires. He throws himself into his task, flooding the bond wide open and laying waste to his mates’ bodies with a fervor and ferocity that borders on primal, delighting in the heat of their skin under his.
Len, for his part, can never quite contain his thrill of anticipation when Spock’s fingers subtly brush his as he passes Spock the bottle of Saurian brandy.
Jim is the romantic.
Jim, when he’s drunk, serenades his husbands with classical literature, and sometimes, with old-earth love songs.
Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can’t help
Falling in love with you
Len joins him occasionally, when he’s had enough that the long forgotten lyrics come easily and he forgets the warble in his voice.
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
They join hands, swaying a little with the rhythm of the music and the alcohol. Jim reaches toward Spock, drawing him in, holding him close, and Spock allows it, allows his free fingers to slip into Leonard’s, allows the glow of the moment to wash over him, allows himself the simple joy of just being here, with them, together, these two humans who he loves more than life itself.
Liam: Y’know Zayn-Zayn’s actually a very thoughtful person, you guys don’t really know the true Zayn, you guys have got a lot to learn about Zayn…
Zayn: I was saving you!
Zayn: Get off of ‘is ‘ead ‘es upset about it! Liam: Ow, he’s hurting me! Zayn: Get off ‘im ‘arreh!
Zayn: I’ll stay with you Leeyum just coz I’m your friend…
Liam: It wasn’t very nice being on stage- Zayn: Aww Leeyum! Liam: Gonna cry man!
Liam: When he was on stage with us, I was smiling for no reason…
Liam: Oh and more thing with Zayn is when he says he’s um- Harry: There’s only one Liam?
Zayn: I tweeted “the awkward moment when someone’s staring at your girlfriend’s boobs…. I was talking about Liam’s boobs!”
Liam: … to sing Zayn’s parts obviously but we all know Zayn’s got a brilliant voice… Zayn: Aww stop it Leeyum!
Zayn: Bit of a bromance between me and Liam so he was texting me saying he was missin’ me and stuff…
Liam: I like doing Zayn!
Liam: You’re actually really loud…
Liam: I… admire… Zayn’s… big huge quiff!
Zayn: I admire Liam’s amazing six pack!
Zayn: His chiseled physique!
Liam: I’d eat Zayn, I don’t know why but I would…
Liam: Aw Zayn you’ve licked my arm its all wet!
Liam: He’s very quiet and stuff but when you get to know him, he’s mental…
Zayn: I don’t have any clue how to swim so I didn’t jump in the water… Liam: I wanna teach ya… can we go to a pool and I’ll teach ya? Zayn: Okay
Liam; Zayn… I think he’s kind of overtaken me now, he’s been teaching me some new moves…
Zayn: I’d take Liam…
Liam: I think I’d take Zayn…
Zayn: I don’t like Liam’s nose either… I’m joking….
Liam: Ziam’s turtle… our turtle… me and Zayn’s turtle…
Liam: Holla at me Zayn Zayn: Holla
Zayn: Aw killing me… I thought it was me and you!
Zayn: I’d be Rachel! Liam: … as you all know so I’m going to go with Ross!
Liam: My name is Zayn… I’m insane in the brain I’ve been rapped all over by Mr. Liam Payne!
Zayn: What do you mean by that question… Liam: Who would be “you”? Who would be the “you” that you would point at and sing that song to? Tell us now! Zayn: Um that would be you Leeyum… it’s gotta be Leeyum…
Liam: Can we give it up for Mr. Zayn Malik!?
Zayn: I love you so much Liam… Liam: Thank you…
Liam: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Where would you live, Zayn? Zayn: Um… right next to you Leeyum…
Liam: I’d marry Zayn Malik
Liam: Bye Zayn! I love you! Zayn: Bye Liam I love you too! Liam: Itunes! Zayn: I love you forever!
Can we just stop and appreciate how cute these two are together? Although they have a (very) rough start, Rohan’s infatuation with Koichi remains as strong as ever and Koichi, being the nice guy he is, gives Rohan (his former tormentor) a chance.. I love that they become close and develop this odd sort of friendship.. It’s gureto daze!
Jarchie • a e s t h e t i c
Requested by anon
(I’m quite disappointed in this one but I’m very tired so wcyd. Tried to show a lil bit of each of them plus their bromance. Don’t forget to request x)
Lee Minwoo (Shinhwa) x Reader x Jeon Jungkook (BTS)
Word Count: 3343
A/N: Here’s the first chapter for the Jungkook project I’ve been working on. It’s mostly just an introduction so bare with me on this one. Warning!!! This is going to get very smutty!!! Lots of Dom/Sub, slight BDSM, and all kinds of kinky stuff. I feel a bit stupid I’ve had this idea all planned out since the Celebrity Bromance episode the two of them did together but just never sat down to write it. Please give some feed back if it’s something you guys are going to be interested in?
7:55 AM you come into your boss’ office. His morning cup of coffee placed on the coaster by the phone. ¼ cup half and half, two teaspoons of raw sugar, and ¾ cup of Starbucks dark roast coffee in his favorite mug. By now there’s no need to measure it out because you know by sight and muscle memory.
The three leading business journals and newspapers are stacked in just the right order on the right hand side. The days tentative schedule typed with checkboxes lays on top of them. It’s also on both of your tablets but he likes the paper copy just for the satisfaction of checking the boxes when something is accomplished.
After giving the desk and room a look over to be sure everything is neat and in place you head for the front of the office. Your watch clicks to 8:00 AM and the elevator dings. Like an interminable coo-coo clock your boss comes through the door with a pleasant good morning though his forward pace never stops for the greeting.
You click the door back shut and follow along behind him. Back in his private office he hands you his suit jacket that you hang on the rack. He takes his seat, a small sip of coffee, a sigh, and picks up today’s agenda. While he gives it a thorough read through you stand beside him with the tablet in hand for instructions.
“Not too much going on today outside the office. That’s good. No major messes to clean up or meetings. Also good. And just the two of us for lunch today? Very good.” He finishes off his thought with a wink in your direction.
“Alright dear, unless anything of importance comes up, which I hope it doesn’t, I’ll see you at 11:45.” He smiles and barely waits for your “yes sir” before picking up the first newspaper. Nothing more is needed to be said for you to excuse yourself out to your own desk.