spock may be my dad

they/them; tv-show/book enthusiast; writer; currently: spatort, the pitt, heated rivalry

[scribblerlostinspace]

i keep seeing people go ‘ugh i went back to writing fanfic by hand bcs of the ao3 shutdown’ and i have to ask:

you guys write your fanfic on ao3??? you don’t use another, local to your laptop text editor????

[scribblerlostinspace]

leo, der wie ein getretener welpe dreinschaut und “ich weiß” sagt, ja, nein, ist klar, mir geht’s gut

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

Esther 🤝 Adam und Leo - Brandstiftung bei homophoben Männern

[scribblerlostinspace]

hätte mir vorgestern wer erzählt adam schürk wäre irgendwann mal das emotional ausgeglichenste teammitglied, ich hätte es wohl für wahrscheinlicher gehalten dass roland wieder aufersteht

[scribblerlostinspace]

so, we all went a little insane for the last two hours, right?

[scribblerlostinspace]

what no one tells you about writing a whodunnit is that you do in fact have to figure out who’s done it

[boybeetles]

Someone in Glasgow please go see this for me pls. I will be there in spirit 🙏

[tinyglowingsharks]

Brief report from the flute accompaniment:

It went well! At least 100 people attended, families dogs a solid portion of Glasgow's trans community. There was a really lovely atmosphere, nice weather and a very cheerful celebratory vibe.

After short speeches from the ballhaver and the large dyke (my wife), the ballhaver was given a chupa chup and blindfolded (execution style). The balls were then duly kicked; it made a surprisingly loud dull thumping sound. She fell to the ground to loud cheers and there was a moment of silence while Taps played on the flute. The large dyke wore solovair urban hikers.

[butch-bear-arcadia]

Account from the Large Dyke.

Arrived early to find the crowd already gathering, so the kick got off to a prompt start. Following some introductions from everybody and some cheery folk music from our flautist (my wife!) we got on with the kick.

I think we got good contact, the top of my boot making a good solid noise on impact. Very good atmosphere all round, people stayed to chat for a while. Were it not January it would have been an excellent opportunity for a picnic.

10/10 queer event, would happily kick anybody in the balls in the name of community.

[noisepuppy]

Account from the ball haver

7am: the pressure is getting to me; I wake up and drink half a bottle of diet iron bru from my bedside table; roll out of bed, and psych myself up in the mirror - "you can do this my little pogchamp" I say to myself over and over until I decend into a stupor.

8am: I play an hour of Okami on steam to replenish my chi levels

9am: I look at my balls for a while

10am: I spend 20 or so minutes trying to decide what to wear before realising it's the subartic in midwinter and I'm going to have to dress for -2C° regardless of what I choose and opt of my trusty black Schott thermal padded winter flight jacket and a pair of loose, warm Uniqlo trousers to give my testicles room to breathe.

11am: crashing out, texting my friends to arange a substitute kickee, an understudy, anybody so I can just become one with the crowd and not go through with it

12am: the homies have arrived, I'm drinking redbush tea in a small cafe by the park; god is in his heaven and all is right with the world

12.15: "you must be here to watch me get kicked in the balls?"

12.40: a circle emerges, from within the circle a palpable energy focuses like a lens down unto me and I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants a little

12.50: cheers begin, several complete families with dogs arrive - more friends appear and assort themselves into a gathering of 'real heads' ready to watch my groin be dessicated by the firm lace of a women for woman woman with a foot loosed through the gates of war as Augustus saw fit the dispatch and return of his troops from far corners through the blessings of Janus.

12.55: I think I left the stove on

1pm: Short introductions are made, grace is shown, beautiful flute music accompanies the gathering

1.03pm: what is left of my dignity disappears up my inguinal canal; I fall to the ground and languish a moment. I can feel it more in my lower chest than I can in my groin but the humour and adrenaline lift me and I'm laughing on my feet again soon. I kneel for the last post.

[scribblerlostinspace]

“if i had a time machine i’d prevent the titanic from sinking” this, “if i had a time machine i’d go meet shakespeare” that.

if i had a time machine, i’d travel to 2007 to be an extra in the hit movie musical mamma mia so i could get drunk and sunburnt with christine baranski

[scribblerlostinspace]

wake up dead man is great, maybe my favourite benoit blanc movie so far, but there was decidedly too little smooching going on between benoit and jud

[boycritter]

i need a boyfriend. i need a girlfriend. i need to be single forever. i need a toxic situationship. i need a problematically older man to be homoerotically involved with. i need to have gay sex. i need no one to ever touch me ever again in any way. i need top surgery. i need a hug.

[medias-in-res]

okay but have you considered that all the things he said, all the things he said, are running through his head, running though his head, running through his head? have you thought that this is not enough?? this is not enough????

[bisexualbellamyblakeinjail]

heated rivalry ☆ 1.02 olympians

[escuerzoresucitado]

[mysharona1987]

[kate--bi-shop]

[shane-hollander-defender]

[scribblerlostinspace]

how am i supposed to think about anything but the fact that shane hollander and ilya rozanov somehow fell out of the books into the real world which means i now get so actually SEE the tenderness with which they look at each other ever again?