crying over star trek

  • Ambassador Spock: *melds with Jim*
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  • Jim: wtf???
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Video Games:

• Far Cry ¾
• Dishonored
• Bioshock
• Assassin’s Creed
• The Last of Us
• Diablo 3
• Dark Souls
• Watch Dogs
• Kingdom Hearts
• Fallout (3 and NV)
• Skyrim
• Pokemon
• Uncharted
• Portal
• Thief
• Final Fantasy
• Fire Emblem
• Super Smash Bros
• Minecraft
• Etc.

Movies/TV:

• Game of Thrones
• Marvel
• Lord of the Rings
• The Hobbit
• Star Wars
• Disney
• Harry Potter
• Studio Ghibli
• Star Trek
• American Horror Story
• Over The Garden Wall

Music:

• Arctic Monkeys
• Black Keys
• A Day To Remember
• Tokyo Police Club
• Bring Me The Horizon
• Ellie Goulding
• Etc.

Misc:

• Game Grumps
• Roosterteeth
• Markiplier

me: I won’t cry over star trek beyond… It’s all good. I’m sure I’ll survive.

me, the second time watching beyond:

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Originally posted by phene-thyla-mine


Originally posted by vhs-ninja

when will i ever stop being so emotional about star trek? never. 

WELP it’s AU day of Carlos Appreciation Week and seeing as I’ve been crying over Leonard Nimoy and watching Star Trek TOS all day here’s a v quick science officer Carlo (because let’s be real it’s probably his dream job). No one can convince me this nerd isn’t a huge trekkie, do not attempt. 

I considered Cecil’s role in this AU and all I could think of was that one scene with Kirk & the tribbles (pls do yourself a favor and click the link I assure u it’s worth it).

Chocolate and Movies (Dean)

Dean x Reader

Message: Can I request a dean/reader where the reader and dean are dating and she is really shy whenever dean gives her affection in public. One day dean has her sit in his lap while watching a movie with Charlie and Sam, and they tease them and the reader hides her face in deans neck and dean just thinks she is adorable because of it

Warning: uhm Star Trek spoiler? idek

Requested by: anonymous 

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AN: I hope this is what you had in mind. ok.

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It was another W on the board for you, Sam, and Dean tonight; the three of you successfully hunting and icing the wraiths in Kensington, Kansas.

Even though it was an easy hunt, it was still a successful one, and it was the rain to a peculiar monster-drought. So, the three of you decided to celebrate at Ralph’s, a seriously low-grade bar a couple miles from the bunker. 

An hour and three beers after you got there, you were laughing at stories, memories of past hunts and monologues from monsters that failed to kill you.

“… I literally just stood there. I had him restrained, with a machete and a syringe filled with dead-man’s blood plunged into his neck, and he’s still trying to bite my throat!” Although it wasn’t funny, the boys laughed at your story anyway, due to the alcohol in their systems. 

You leaned against the bar and downed the rest of your bottle, Sam put a couple quarters down in front of you, “Hey, (Y/N), I’ll get us all another round, why don’t you go change the song.” 

You nodded and looked at Dean, “Wanna come help pick a song?” Instead of answering, Dean reached across the stained wood and tangled your fingers together and pulled you towards the ancient jukebox. 

You blushed and bit the inside of your cheek, pressing the buttons to flip through the tracks. You felt Dean’s chest near your back, he leaned into you and wrapped his arms around your waist and set his chin on your shoulder. You looked around, apprehensively, trying to see if anyone was staring at you. 

"What about this one?” Dean pointed at a cover, it was “Take it to the Limit” by the Eagles.

“But you hate the Eagles, Dean,” You laughed.

“Not true,” He kissed the side of your neck, causing you to shrink in on him. “Okay, well they’re not my favorite, but you like them.” He clicked the song. “And I know for a fact you like this song, especially when I sing it.”

Dean began to lowly serenade you, his breath tickling your ear, “All alone at the end of the of the evening, and the bright lights have faded to blue. I was thinking ‘bout a woman who might have loved me and I never knew.”

"Dean, (Y/N)!” Uncomfortable, you shrugged out of Dean’s arms and blushed. 

“Yeah, Sam?”

“Charlie just called, she’s passing through town on the way to a convention in Oklahoma City. She should be at the bunker soon, so we should probably head out." 

"Right, yeah, totally. Charlie, yeah,” Dean laughed at how flustered you were and you shot him a glare as you followed Sam out the door.

                                                **********************

“Sup, bitches?" 

You all exchanged ‘hellos’ and hugs and the small talk that comes with not seeing each other in months. 

You all went to the library, Sam heading for a shower, Dean heading to the kitchen. That left you and Charlie alone in the empty space. 

"So, what have you been up to, Charlie?”

“Same old, honestly. Lots. Of. Larping.” You chuckled, “How are you? How is Dean?”

You looked across the room to the kitchen, where Dean was microwaving something, “I’m good, been kinda lackadaisical. He’s good, I guess, there hasn’t been much going on.” You shrugged.

“No, (Y/N), like how are you both? You’re still together, yeah?”

“Oh, right, right. Yeah, we’re good. He’s really sweet, very sweet. He isn’t afraid to show me that he cares, ya know?  He’s like a giant teddy bear. A six-foot-one cuddly, fluff - ”

Dean must have heard you talking about him because he walked in with a plateful of something chocolaty holding up a DVD sleeve. “Hey, Charlie, what’s this?”

Charlie’s eyes grew from excited, “It’s Star Trek.” Surprise, surprise, right up Charlie’s aisle.

“Star trek? Like the newest one still in theaters?”

“Yeah, I just got it off of Paramount’s - ”

“Nope, don’t want to hear about piracy and other illegal business at the moment." 

You laughed loudly, “Dean, piracy isn’t a crime, it is a treasure from which we get free movies. And you were one of the most wanted men in America, you pretend to be a FBI Agent like everyday, so don’t cry over Star Trek.”

Dean took a bite of whatever was on his plate and winked at you. “Charlie, I won’t rat you out to the authorities if you let us watch it.” 

That is how you, Dean, Sam, and Charlie all came to be squeezed on the couch in the center of the room watching a pirated version of Star Trek; your legs draped over Dean’s lap as he traced patterns on your ankles.

"Dean, what even is that?” You looked at his plate, “Is that cake or like . .?”

“Honestly, I don’t know, maybe a cake? But, it’s freaking delicious; here, open.” He waved the fork in front of your lips. You leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the fork, savoring the chocolaty taste that rolled over your tongue as he pulled away. “Awesome, right?!” Dean smirked. 

“Jesus, I need to get like thirty of those,” You took another bite off his fork. 

“C’mere, then, you pig, acting like I starve you or something.” Dean laughed and pulled you onto his lap fully, until you were curled into his chest and your legs were tucked in between his. He kept putting forkfuls of the mystery dessert in your mouth, once leaning down to give you a chocolaty kiss, making you laugh.

“I don’t know what’s more disappointing, the fact that Captain Kirk died, or that you two feel the need to shack up in the presence of others.” Charlie commented jokingly. Your face got hot and you looked away to some random corner of the room.

“Dean your room is twenty feet away, bud.” Sam laughed, making you put your red face in your hands. 

“Oh, Sam, spoon feed me with the same spoon that has your DNA salivated all over it,” Charlie threw herself across Sammy’s lap, opening her mouth.

“But of course, my love. Then we shall share a kiss and get chocolate smeared all over our faces.” You wiped at your face self consciously searching for any chocolate smudges.

“I don’t sound like that, Sam.” Dean laughed loudly, watching you fuss over your face. 

“Jesus Christ,” You shook your head, your flush traveling across your chest.

“Oh look, she’s blushing, Dean look at her,” Charlie cooed dramatically.

You groaned, “Dean …” You buried your face in his neck so you couldn’t see Sam or Charlie. “This is so freaking embarrassing,” 

You could feel Dean chuckling under your hands, he ran his fingers through your hair fondly and kissed the side of your head, “You are blushing.” Dean faked surprise, “Look how cute,” He playfully kissed your cheek.

“Okay, can we all just go back to watching the movie now?” You ran your nose along Dean’s collarbone, your forehead still pressed against the warm skin. 

Sam and Charlie put their hands up in mock defense and turned back to the movie. You leaned your head back on Dean’s shoulder and relaxing into his touch. He twirled your hair and ran his knuckles lightly across your heated cheeks.

“You’re still blushing, (Y/N),” Dean laughed lowly into your hair, nosing your ear.

“Yeah, because I was uncomfortable,” You shrugged, keeping your voice lower now, “I hate when they do that.” You whisper-laughed.

“I think it’s cute, you getting all embarrassed and blushy." 

"I’m flattered that you think I’m cute,” You joked lightly.

“I think you’re so much more than that, (Y/N). You’re beautiful and kind and selfless and funny and a damn good hunter. There’s so much to you that I find perfectly adorable. I just can’t name everything,” You could feel him shrug a bit as he whispered, to keep the other two from hearing.

You craned your neck up to kiss him, reaching around the side of his head to cup his cheek.

An obnoxious throat clearing made you snap back with your face flaming. “Movie, lovebirds,”

You surrendered, settling back into Dean’s warm chest as someone on the screen did something about magic blood and resurrection or whatever, maybe you’re wrong.

“I love you,” It was so soft that you didn’t hear it at first, like he was scared for you to hear him.

“I love you, too.” You could practically feel his smile, which made you smile in turn, content.