Isn’t it remarkable, Steven? This world is full of so many possibilities. Each living thing has an entirely unique experience. The sights they see, the sounds they hear, the lives they live, are so complicated and so simple. I can’t wait for you to join them.
Steven, we can’t both exist. I’m going to become half of you. And I need you to know that every moment you love being yourself, that’s me loving you and loving being you. Because you’re going to be something extraordinary, you’re going to be a human being.
Take care of them, Steven.
Isn’t it wonderful, Nora? This world is full of so many possibilities. Each living thing has an entirely unique experience. The sights they see, and the lives they live, are so complicated and so simple. I can’t wait for you to join them.
Nora, we can’t both exist but i won’t be gone. I’m going to become half of you. And every moment you enjoy yourself, that will be me loving being you. Because you’re going to become something extraordinary, you’re going to be a human being. And that’s my favourite part, a human being. A human being, a human is an action. i wonder who— how you’ll be, what you’ll think, what you’ll want… I’m so happy for everybody who’s going to know you. I’m rambling. if they look to you, trust yourself.
Take care of them, Nora.
From what we can see, comparing the two videos, Steven’s was shot first. Not only are Greg and Rose more unsure about what they’re going to say and do, they’re also figuring out what should go into the video in the first place.
The first few scenes, which show Greg’s sleeping, messing around, and meeting the seagull for the first time, as well as Rose’s not knowing what the buttons do and experimenting with them, reveal that whatever practice they did going into the video shoot ultimately didn’t prepare them for it fully.
At the same time, when comparing what’s being said between Steven’s and Nora’s tapes, they have the same substance; the same message is being delivered: Rose hoped her child would get to live life to the fullest and make experiences that were fun and happy. She wanted to assure her child that she cared, even though she wouldn’t be there. Most of all, she wanted to assure them that being human was a great thing.
The thing is, Steven’s message is much more brief, and a little more formal. Rose clearly practiced what she wanted to say, and in the first tape, she went for it, likely because of nerves.
By the second filming, she seemed more comfortable in front of the camera and that’s also why she could clear up her nerves and keep expounding on her ideas.
So Steven, who read very deeply into the words of his mother, may have picked up on her saying he would be extraordinary and a human being. And he fixated on becoming someone worth calling extraordinary, when in fact, Rose had always meant to say by virtue of living, one could be extraordinary.
And we can’t really blame him, because he went from being another Beach City kid to being at the centre of an intergalactic conflict. It’s hard to accept that these things would happen to him if he weren’t destined for something.
I’d go as far as to say that hoping he was part of some magical destiny gave him strength at times, despite how bleak the situation could be.
The thing with this line of thinking though, is how much it wears on someone. The responsibility of being accountable for all these people and all these systems that were quite obviously out of his control and consequently responsibility in the first place was heavy on him.
Steven does want to be a hero. He does want to help people. But he felt more comfortable with this being his choice and his decision, not some destiny thrust upon him, not a tradeoff between his life and the many others he’d have to save.
I think Greg’s talk with him helped him process those feelings, which he’d been keeping inside for a while now. Steven thought everyone expected him to be like Rose, and that may have been true at some points in the show, but his father never did. And that’s what made Greg’s words so reassuring, because his sincerity could be felt in all of them.
To those living with depression, anxiety, bpd, autism, anorexia, bulimia, physical disabilities, severe phobias, schizophrenia, trauma or any other mental/serious physical illnesses: thank you for being strong, extraordinary human beings. I know you hear this often (at least I certainly hope you do), but you are beautiful, resolute people, and you deserve so much more support & appreciation than you receive. Thank you for coming this far, and I’m rooting for you as you continue to fight.
A little original, adventurous and unorthodox, the Otter is an animal difficult to identify. His methods are perceived as unconventional, and they are often not the first ones chosen by the rest of the community to carry out a task. This is a serious mistake on the part of the others - because even if they are sometimes strange, the ideas of the Otter are actually, in general, rather effective.
Yes, the Otter has an unusual way of seeing things, but it gives humans an extraordinary imagination and brilliant intelligence. Often very intuitive and capable of a great sense of perception, the Otter makes a very good companion, and can be very attentive and loving. In a positive environment, with love and attention, the Otter is sensitive, sympathetic, courageous and honest. When left out, the Otter may be unscrupulous, rebellious and isolated.
The Wolf February 19 - March 20
Deeply emotional and passionate, the Wolf is the animal par excellence of love and passion, both in the physical and spiritual sense of the term. The Wolf knows that love is the greatest of natural forces, and he is entirely capable of supplying it with all his might. If one considers his desire for freedom and ferocious independence, one realizes that the wolf is full of contradictions. He may be Solitary Wolf, or Mother Wolf, protective and filled with love. The Wolf needs his freedom, but he is also gentle and full of compassion.
In a positive environment, the wolf is intensely passionate, generous, deeply affectionate and gentle. When left out, the wolf may be recalcitrant, obsessed, vindictive and resentful.
The Falcon March 21 - April 19
The Falcon is the animal of the born heads. It can always be consulted in order to have a clear and impartial judgment in delicate situations. The Falcon never loses time, knows how to strike / act at the right moment and beat the iron as long as it is warm. When something has to be accomplished, he knows how to realize it and act accordingly.
Very persistent, and endowed with a strong sense of initiative, the Falcon is a born leader and he wants to triumph. He is sometimes considered vain - but he is often right in his opinions, so this little touch of arrogance is understood and accepted by others.
In a positive environment, the Falcon can accomplish great things, and he knows how to feed passion and fire in relationships, while keeping some compassion. When left out, the Hawk may be vain, impolite, intolerant, impatient, and too sensitive.
The Beaver April 20 - May 20
Take charge, adapt, to overcome the obstacles … Here is the Castor’s motto. Very talented for trade-related things, the Beaver knows how to do the job with maximum efficiency and plenty of aplomb. Strategic and cunning, the Castor is a force that can be relied on for everything that is business, diplomatic and combat. You have to think twice about whether you want to challenge the Beaver verbally and play the smartest with him - because his mind and mental acuity are sharp as razor blades. The Beaver seems to have everything for him, but his tendency to want to always do things the way he wants otherwise nothing can get him into trouble.
Yes, the Beaver is clever, but the bearers of this Totem may have to work their sense of tact. In a positive environment, Beaver can be compassionate, generous, helpful and loyal. When left behind, the Beaver may be nervous, cowardly, possessive, and somewhat arrogant.
The Stag/Deer May 21 - June 20
This Totem animal is in a way the muse of the Amerindian zodiac. The Stag inspires, it is filled with life and its spirit turns a hundred per hour. Featuring a “tailor-made” sense of humor, the Deer has a certain amount of talent to make almost anyone laugh. He can speak and speak verbally, and he loves conversations in general. This, combined with his natural intelligence, makes the stag a guest of choice for parties and dinners, as it will always set the mood and entertain others. He is particularly aware of the things that surround him, and he is also very conscious of his own appearance … Some will say of him that he is a little self-centered. However, they will not blame him because he is very sympathetic and affable, which tilts the balance in his favor.
In a positive environment, the natural joy of life and the sparkling personality of the deer radiate even more around it. It emanates a force of inspiration for all positive and affectionate relationships. Left, the stag can be selfish, impatient, lazy and have mood swings.
The Woodpecker June 21 - July 21
The Woodpeckers are in principle the most attentive of all Totem animals. They are always listening, with a strong sense of empathy and understanding of others. It is a sign that one must seek when one needs comfort and help. They make very good parents, friends and partners. They also tend to be naturally frugal, resourceful and organized.
In a positive environment, the Woodpeckers are devoted, loving and very romantic. When left behind, they can become possessive, edgy, jealous and embittered.
The Salmon July 22 - August 21
Electrical but concentrated, intuitive and intensely creative, Salmon have fishing, to say the least! Their energy is palpable. Naturally motivating, their confidence and enthusiasm is very contagious for others. Even when their ideas seem too far-fetched to function, they still manage to embark with others. Generous, intelligent and intuitive, it is no wonder that the Salmon have no difficulty in making friends! This Totem also express a deep need to have a goal to achieve, a function, an objective. And when they embark on adventure, they know how to find volunteers to rally them to their cause!
In a positive environment, the Salmon is stable, calm, sensual and able to give a lot. When left behind, humans born under his sign can become selfish, vulgar and intolerant.
The Bear August 22 - September 21
Pragmatic and methodical, the Bear is the Totem to be called when an inflexible and upright hand is needed. Its practical, placid and weighted aspect makes it an excellent trading partner. It is often the voice of reason, in most scenarios, and it works well in duo with the Owl, which it complements and with which it restores balance. The Bear is also endowed with an enormous heart and unbounded generosity. However, many do not even realize it because the Bear tends to be very modest, discreet and a little shy.
In a positive and loving environment, this Totem abounds with love and generosity in return. He also has a capacity for patience and a temperate character, which makes him an excellent teacher and mentor. Left behind, the Bear may be skeptical, slow, petty and reclusive.
The Raven September 22 - October 22
Extremely enthusiastic, naturally enterprising, the raven is a sacred charmer! It seems natural to him. One recognizes in him his energy and his lightness, and one often asks his ideas or his opinions. It is simply because the Raven is a great idealist, and he knows how to be diplomatic and ingenious and clever.
In a positive environment, the Raven is easy to live, friendly and open, it can be as romantic and sweet. It is endowed with a certain patience and a natural intuition. When left out, the Raven can be inconsistent, demanding, vindictive and corrosive.
The Snake October 23 - November 22
Most Shamans were born under the sign of the Snake, and it is the fetish animal of those who are devoted to the world of spirits. Those who are guided by the Snake are naturally spiritual and connected to the other worlds. They are easily attracted to ethereal kingdoms, and make excellent spiritual guides. The Snake is also respected for its ability to heal and heal, and it excels in the medicinal and medical field. The preoccupations of the serpent for the unseen and the untouchable often lead others to find them mysterious, cold and even frightening, for they seem detached from the real world. True, the snake can be secret and have a dark side - it is also extremely sensitive, devoted to others and thoughtful.
In a positive environment, the snake can be passionate, inspiring, humorous, helpful and vigilant. When left out, the Snake may become depressed, violent, and prompt to abnormal mood changes.
The Owl November 23 - December 21
Changing and light as the wind, the Owl is difficult to pin down. With a warm, natural, sociable temperament, the Owl seems to be the friend of the world. Those born under his omen are known to throw themselves headlong into life, a hundred miles an hour, and adore adventure. This can turn against her, for the Owl can be thoughtless, negligent, dizzy or even unconscious. The people guided by her make excellent artists, professors and environmentalists. However, they are extremely adaptable and versatile, allowing them to focus on virtually any field they want.
In a positive environment, the Owl is sensitive, enthusiastic, and has a great ability to listen. The owl may be excessive, too indulgent, and inconsistent.
The Goose December 22 - January 19
If you want something to be done, go to the Goose. Persevering, determined and ambitious, the goose sets goals to accomplish and knows how to achieve it. The Goose is determined to succeed in what it wants to achieve, no matter what the price is - not to have the approval of others, because they are fighting against themselves and their internal enemy. People born under the auspices of the Goose are naturally inspired and seem driven by an invisible force that drives them to realize things. When their character is tempered by the loving presence of their family and friends, they can excel with the support of others and achieve virtually everything they undertake.
In a positive environment, the Goose can be very passionate, funny, sociable and even sensual. However, when left out, the goose may fall into obsession or addiction, which can cause its loss.
As of 2016, one in every 100 humans is now either a refugee, internally displaced, or seeking asylum. We, as Global Citizens, stand proudly with, and as supporters of, refugee communities and vulnerable populations, regardless of their religion or origin.
On 6/19, we’re hosting our first Issue Time conversation on our Tumblr page that will deal with how the global community can support, improve the position of and stand in solidarity with refugees, and communicate how and why refugees are human beings, just like us, first and foremost.
MEET OUR PANELISTS:
Madge Thomas, Deputy-Director of Global Policy and Advocacy, Global Citizen
Madge is the Deputy Director, Global Policy and Advocacy for Global Citizen and, together with the GPA Director, managers Global Citizen’s campaigning priorities in four countries. She also leads on Global Citizen’s campaigns on Global Education, including education in emergencies, basic education and girls’ education. Madge is a qualified lawyer with over ten years of experience in human rights, international affairs and development, including within the Australian Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade (DFAT).
Piper Perabo; Actress, Activist, and IRC Voice; International Rescue Committee
Piper Perabo is a Golden Globe nominated actress. She can currently be seen opposite Antonio Banderas and Jonathan Rhys Meyers in Lionsgate’s BLACK BUTTERFLY, a remake of French thriller PAPILLON NOIR by Herve Korian. She made her Broadway debut in Neil LaBute’s controversial play REASONS TO BE PRETTY, which was nominated for the Tony for Best Play. Outside of her work on screen and stage, Perabo became an IRC Voice to raise awareness of the refugee crisis in Europe and help those displaced by conflict, religious persecution and political oppression around the globe.
Elmo, Sesame Street Muppet
Elmo is a 3 ½-year-old furry red monster who lives on Sesame Street. Elmo loves making new friends and recently visited refugee children and families in Jordan.
Sherrie Westin, EVP for Global Impact and Philanthropy, Sesame Workshop
Sherrie Rollins Westin is EVP, Global Impact and Philanthropy for Sesame Workshop, the nonprofit organization behind Sesame Street. Westin oversees the Workshop’s programs addressing the needs of children from India to South Africa to the U.S., providing early education through mass media and targeted initiatives. Under Westin’s leadership, Sesame Workshop and IRC are partnering to bring vital early learning and nurturing care to children and families affected by the ongoing civil war in Syria.
Yasmine Sherif, Director of Education Cannot Wait
Yasmine Sherif is the Director of Education Cannot Wait (ECW). A lawyer specialized in International Humanitarian Law and Human Rights Law (LL.M), she has over 25 years of experience with the United Nations (UNHCR, UNDP, OCHA) and international NGOs. Her expertise stretches across the humanitarian, development and peacekeeping spectrum, having served in some of the most crisis affected countries and regions on the globe, including Afghanistan, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Montenegro, Cambodia, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Sudan, and across the Middle East, including Jordan (the Syria-crisis) and the occupied Palestinian territory, as well as in New York and Geneva. She has also worked as an Adjunct Professor responsible for the Masters Programme on the UN, humanitarian assistance and human rights at Long Island University (LIU), and has published extensively on international humanitarian and development issues, as well as international law. She is the author of the book, The Case for Humanity: An Extraordinary Session, which was launched at the United Nations in New York in 2015, a Huffington Post blogger, and has appeared in the media in Scandinavia, the US and Canada.
I’ve been greatly criticized for the attention to religion that I give in the books, but I’ve been criticized, on the whole, by people who haven’t read the books. My attitude to religion is that religion is a most interesting and extraordinary human phenomenon. I’m fascinated by it, interested in it, and at some points critical of it. And the points when I become critical are the points when politics come into it, and religion acquires political power — political with a small “p,” for example, within the confines of a single family, or Political with a large “P,” on a national or international scale.
When religion gets the power to tell people how to dress, who to fall in love with, how to behave, what they must not read, what they must not wear, all those things, then religion goes bad. … Religion is private thing, and a fine thing and a good thing, as long as it remains private. As soon as it becomes public and political, it’s dangerous. That’s the position I’ve taken up in the first series and the position this current one takes up as well.
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 lives only in his 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), and 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. His memories are muddled and unexpected, colored by a lens that is not his, and Spock 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’s a… surprisinglydifficult discipline, the waiting.
He manages it until the council hearing, and then he can resist it 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, blazing and blinding in its brilliance, 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 (and in many other) regard. 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 he’s woken from a dead sleep, 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 hasn’t changed. 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.
I just have to say that Molly Hooper is anything but “ordinary.” But, even if she was - so what? What’s so wrong about thriving in life, ambition - developing and nurturing a successful career, loyal and loving toward your friends, caring for others, good, supporting those you find worthy of your time and effort? Actually, there’s really nothing ordinary about that. Kindness, patience, *integrity*, character, personal evolution and growth - those are qualities that are admirable and in a world that can go very dark at times, I find that quite magnificent.
Kindness and love is so often times mistaken for weakness, which says more about the people who see things that way than the individual who stays true to themselves, despite the opposition.
Molly might only have the mere screen time totaling some forty-odd minutes throughout the whole Sherlock series - but her presence is infused in almost everything. She is so much more than the trivial sound bites she’s been reduced to by lesser & bitter minds that are unaware and who are dismissive of the good.
Molly Hooper is heart and soul and she’s the woman who rocked Sherlock Holmes’s world. She is an extraordinary human being.
Hello! Can you please write a imagine with Raphael Santiago from Shadowhunters with the February prompt 37, 90 and 100. Can you make a Raphael x female reader? Thank you :-)
Raphael Santiago - “You can tell me anything”
“Did you enjoy it?” Raphael raised his eyebrows and folded his hands under his chin. He stared at your almost empty plate and already gestured the waitress to bring you the menu again so you could order dessert.
“Raphael…” You licked your lips and took a deep breath. “You don’t have to spoil me rotten each and every day of the week.” You smiled and placed your hand on your filled stomach. “But I did enjoy it, yes.”
“Good, because you don’t deserve anything less than the absolute best.” Raphael smiled back at you and once again you were surprised that his teeth were so incredibly white.
You had asked him more than once to turn you into a vampire, to make you like him.
So far he had always said no, telling you that this life was not something he wanted you to take lightly. Since that day he had been taking you to the most expensive restaurants as if he had been trying to show you what you would miss. “I’ve seen they have creme brulee on the menu.” He locked his glance with yours.
You paused for a moment before you swallowed. “Raphael, I think we need to talk about something.” You bent your head and placed your napkin on your plate. You didn’t need dessert. You didn’t even want the creme brulee.
“Of course, you can tell me anything.” Raphael leaned back in his chair. His ankle was resting on his knee and he seemed to make himself comfortable.
“I know that you are taking me to the best restaurants in the world to convince me that I would give up way too many things when I become a vampire and I know that you only tell me the horror stories and the downsides of being what you are, but…” You paused for a moment. “I’m afraid it’s not working.”
Raphael frowned his eyebrows and he placed both his feet on the floor again while he leaned towards you. “What do you mean it’s not working?”
“I think something else is happening.” You took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment. You knew there was no way back anymore. You had said a and now you would have to say b too.
“What is happening?” Raphael cocked his head.
“I think…” You paused for a moment. “I think I love you.” You didn’t dare to look up at Raphael, didn’t want to meet his eyes. “I know that we were supposed to be just friends. I know that you would simply take care of me until I had found another place to stay, but…” You eventually looked up and saw the surprise, almost shock on his face. “I love you. And you’ve only given me another reason to want to become a vampire. I want to be with you forever.”
Raphael didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. He stared at you and he seemed incapable of finding the right words.
“Can you please say something?” You bit your lip. “Anything?”
Raphael stood up from his seat instead. He walked towards you and kneeled down in front of you. His delicate fingers brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, I wouldn’t know what to say, but…” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Can I kiss you?”
“That depends…” You felt your heart racing in your chest and knew all too well that he could hear it. “Are you planning on turning me into a vampire?”
“No…” Raphael shook his head. “But I am going to make your human life extraordinary beautiful.”
You took a deep breath, but eventually you nodded and you curled your hand around his neck, closing the distance between your faces. “Okay…”
Bucky did not move, not even a blink. His body was immobile, not capable of following his brain instructions as he observed the boy who just spoke to him. Barnes’ eyes were a completely different story, his gaze held so many emotions that it was impossible to signal them but fear and regret were the most prominent ones.
He feared for her, for the child standing in the cell’s threshold that looked at both of them with curiosity. Fear of the unknown, fear of himself not being good enough to pull his family from HYDRA’s claws, fear to say the wrong thing. Regret walked hand by hand with his fear; a regret he has been carrying in his heart since she left.
Secret Identities. Extraordinary Powers. She wants vengeance. He wants justice.
The Renegades are a syndicate of prodigies—humans with extraordinary abilities—who emerged from the ruins of a crumbled society and established peace and order where chaos reigned. As champions of justice, they remain a symbol of hope and courage to everyone…except the villains they once overthrew.
Nova has a reason to hate the Renegades, and she is on a mission for vengeance. As she gets closer to her target, she meets Adrian, a Renegade boy who believes in justice—and in Nova. But Nova’s allegiance is to a villain who has the power to end them both.
Group: BTS Member: Namjoon Type: Smut, Devil!AU word count: 2947
A/N: when LOTR inspiration goes wrong.
One dick to rule them all, one dick to find them One dick to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them
He stood outside on the empty, sleeping street in the night. The lights inside the houses dimmed, the yellow lanterns lighting up the grey, dark road he was roaming instead.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose as he caught that familiar sweet scent again. The scent of his next victim. A sly smirk spread across his face as he casually headed towards the house effusing that distinct smell that made his mouth water and all the blood in his body flow down to one particular body part.
The window on the first floor was open on this hot summer night, the gentle breeze making the flimsy curtains billow, sending another dazzling whiff of that delicious aroma his way. He licked his lips as he stared up at the window, knowing he only had to climb his way through it to be with you.
Prince Soma and Agni are attacked by two separate individuals. One with a gun…
…and one with knives.
There’s been a lot of speculation about who these two are, with the most common theory being they are Lord Sirius and Polarius, but I like to take a minute to look at the one with a knife or, as @abybweisse has dubbed the character, Knife Dude.
So, what do we know about Knife Dude or KD? First, KD is very fast. KD is by Agni’s side and is prepared to stab him before Agni even notices KD’s presence.
Agni attempts to fight back, but he’s unable to land a single punch during their struggle.
And KD is storng. Even Agni notices this.
This actually says quite a lot because Agni went toe to toe with Sebastian once with swords. He was not a weak or slow character.
I think that KD is either not human or a human with extraordinary abilities. Both are possible within the manga. We have a demon and reapers, so KD could be supernatural in nature. We have humans with abilities beyond most of humanity, so KD could be another one of those.
There’s so much I could say about this amazing man, but he’s not super fond of gushing and I don’t want to embarrass him. However I can’t help myself and I have to confess that this beautiful, kind, intelligent, all around extraordinary human has made me the happiest woman ever by being in my life. I truly did not know how much I could love someone before I met him. He makes my little emo heart want to listen to love songs 24/7. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.
Our human nature is to worry about the past and be consumed by the future. It is very difficult for us to be fully engaged in the present.
We worry about uncertain careers or past difficulties or financial concerns or relationship challenges.
We live in a world where our minds are full of seemingly endless chatter and we rarely savor the beauty of being fully engaged in what we are doing.
Robin Sharma - How to Become an Extraordinary Human Being
F A N T A S Y . Z O D I A C capricorn;the angel // 22 dec - 19 jan
“Angels often appear to people in the shape of humans of extraordinary beauty, and often are not immediately recognized as angels. They are described as pure and bright as Heaven; consequently, they are said to be formed of fire, and encompassed by light.”
“Capricorns are philosophical signs and are highly intelligent too. They strive to maintain stability and order. They typically take on other’s problems with aplomb but rarely share their own problems, and thus have a tendency to go through bouts of inner gloom after a spell of dwelling on these problems.”
Simon Snow is a pop star. Basilton Pitch is a lesser-known singer and violinist. Obviously, Baz loathes Snow. Or does he?
“Bloody Simon Snow,” I say for the umpteenth time. “He doesn’t know the first thing about music! I’m so sick of seeing his stupid face in every channel on TV,” I continue as I turn off the telly.
“Stop ranting, Baz! You’re obviously jealous that he’s famous and you’re not!” My sister, Mordelia, she fucking adores him. Mother has bought her tickets for next week’s concert and wants me to babysit her. Outrageous. I think I’ll wear my headphones.
“He looks like a nasty copy of Troye Sivan to me,” I complain. “And, for your interest, I do have some fans, too. Not as many, but more loyal. Snow would be jealous of my fans. None of his snowflakes is as devoted as my rosebudboy61.”
Seriously, I think this guy has been stalking me. He has an insane amount of pictures of me on his blog.
“Sure, Baz. I think you secretly love him. You never stop talking about him.”
“I never stop complaining about him. And rightly so,” I say. “Anyhow, do you still want that ice cream?”
“Yes!” She shouts.
“Then let’s go before I change my mind.”
“I don’t understand how you can love pistachio ice cream so much,” I say, as we leave the ice cream stand.
“Says the guy who only eats pumpkin mocha ice cream,” Mordelia replies. “Like, how did anyone come up with the idea? It’s disgusting.”
I stick my tongue out at her. How ungraceful. I hope rosebudboy61 isn’t around to photograph me.
Suddenly, a mysterious person appears out of nowhere and bumps into me, spilling my ice cream on my new jeans. Great.
“Hey!” I yell at them. But they’re already running away. I didn’t even get a chance to see their face. Only a glimpse of their eyes. Blue.
“I think this belongs to that person,” my sister says, picking up something from the floor and handing it to me. An ipod.
“Well, it’s not like I can return it to them,” I say, dropping the rest of the ice cream in the nearest trash can. “Let’s go back home, so I can change into clean clothes.”
After my daily hour of practice, I feel a bit unsettled. It hasn’t been my best performance. I can’t stop thinking about the strange person with blue eyes.
Out of curiosity, I decide to go through the playlist on the stranger’s ipod. There are only ten tracks. I press play and put the earbuds on. The first song is Freckles and Constellations, by Dodie Clark. Wow, one of my favourites.
Next one is BITE, by Troye Sivan. I love this one, too. And Troye is ten thousand times better than Simon Snow.
The following song starts with a violin solo. One of my violin solos. Ice and Fire. And then, the sweetest voice starts singing my song. It’s a male voice. It’s the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.
I keep listening to the tracks. More of my melodies sung by this brilliant singer. Until I reach the last track. It’s not a song, it’s a recording:
“Hi, Basilton Pitch. I hope you are listening to this. What a stupid thing to say. Shit.” I laugh despite myself. “Anyway,” the voice continues, “I want you to know that you are my inspiration and the reason I am a singer.” There’s a brief pause. I can hear the boy heavily breathing. The next words are said so quickly I have to press replay to understand it. “If-you-want-to-meet-me-I’ll-be-every-day-from-four-to-seven-p.m.-at-Bea’s-of-Bloomsbury-back-table-I-love-you.”
I look at the clock. Half six. If I take the Tube I can be there in twenty minutes. I don’t think it twice and dash out.
It takes me five extra minutes because I lose the first ride, but I’m there at five to seven. I go straight to the back table, and there he is. The stranger from before. Blue eyes. Where have I seen them before?
“Hello,” I say, as I sit on the chair opposite from him.
“Hi,” he greets me through his red scarf. It covers most of his face. I can only see his eyes. And a mole right under his left eyebrow. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”
“I came,” I say, stupidly. There’s something about this bloke that has me smitten. He’s going to think I’m a freak. “And I listened to the songs. You are amazing.”
“They’re your songs. You are the amazing one. I’ve been your admirer since you started your career.”
I blush. Jesus. Me, blushing.
We start chatting about music. It turns out we have very similar tastes. We keep talking about films, football and favourite food. He loves sour cherry scones. That’s why he comes here. He’s so awkward. I love it. God, I’m falling for this guy. Hard.
We keep talking and talking.
He makes a ridiculous joke about a vampire named Gampire, and I burst out laughing. It’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard, but I can’t stop smiling like an idiot.
I wonder if rosebudboy61 is here to capture this.
I can’t believe my thickness.
“Are you…” I start.
“Simon Snow,” he says at the same time I say, “rosebudboy61?”
What? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Of course, it wasn’t real. Of course, I should have known it was a prank. Fucking Simon Snow. I hate him. I storm out of the cafe without saying a word.
“Wait!” I hear him saying. But I don’t stop. I don’t turn around until I’m home.
I spend the following days locked in my room. Mother comes to bring me lunch and dinner, but she doesn’t ask anything. I’m grateful for that.
I can’t stop listening to Snow’s songs. To my songs, with the painfully beautiful voice of Simon bloody Snow. I can’t stop listening to the last three words of the recording. “I love you,” I say at the same time. Replay. “I love you.” Replay. “I love you.” I throw the bloody ipod to the wall with all my strength.
At that moment, Mordelia comes into my room. I don’t know how she does it.
“Baz, you have to see this,” she says. “You won’t believe it.”
She carries her tablet with her and shows it to me. It’s a youtube video.
She presses play and I see Simon Snow. “This is an apology for Basilton Pitch. I never should have lied to you. I’m sorry. Everything I said was true, though. It was all real,” he says with his perfect voice. And then he starts singing one of my songs. A Charmed Life.
“There are dozens of them, Baz,” Mordelia says. “I didn’t know you knew him.”
“Neither did I, ‘Delia.”
The day of the concert I’m a wreck. I don’t know what to make out of this bloke.
Mordelia finds us place at the front row. Grand. I’m a bag of nerves.
After a few minutes, Simon Snow appears on stage. My stomach flips.
He starts performing without noticing me and I let myself enjoy it. His voice. Until, suddenly, blue eyes lock on mine. He seems lost for a second and forgets the lyrics. Then, I do something very unexpected. I smile at him. That seems to give him confidence to continue with the show. But he doesn’t stop looking at me.
At the end of the concert he says, “I would like to introduce you to someone very special to me,” I’m mortified. “Basilton Pitch. Please, come up.”
I do, because Mordelia forces me to.
Snow turns to his public and says, “This boy here has been my inspiration to become a singer. He’s an extraordinary artist and human being. He’s my idol,” he looks at me again and adds, “and I want him to be even more than that. Will you be my terrible boyfriend?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’d love that.”
He drops the mic and takes my hands. My heart skips a beat. He squeezes them. I squeeze back. Then, he places a hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss. And I kiss him back. And kiss him. And kiss him.
The public cheers agitatedly. Mordelia is ecstatic. I can hear her from here.
After a few moments, we break the kiss. He takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of us. “This one is for my blog,” he says, “I’m rosebudboy61.”
The crowd is shouting for an encore.
“Go on, then,” I smile at him. “Carry on, Simon.”
Ari: I don’t know why I wrote this. Hope you like it! I think I’m going to write a snowbaz one-shot every week or so. I feel the need. I’m so not over Carry On.