#silliness.

[ysalamir]

I'm pregnant and it's an iphone <- thing I'm saying to people at work because a work phone fell behind the fridge and I got it out with a wire coat hanger. aborted that thang.

[avernusfuries-a]

I bet that with soul coin or two you can run The Sims 2

Look, just gimmie the coins. I got evil arses to spank.

[solisanima]

@theslagmaker (continued from x )

“That’s a little bright, dontcha think? I’m gonna look like a handful of those Starburst candies.”

[milknkookies]

Writing Prompt 3 - Spirk

I used this list, rolled a d-100 for the prompt, had no time to think about it before setting a timer for 30 minutes. This is what I came up with.

Prompt: I swear it won’t happen again

Warning: post-sex scene. 

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To say that his relationship with his First Officer was strained was putting it much too politely. 

They respected each other on the bridge during shift - at least, he hoped the respect was mutual. For all he knew, Spock only ever followed his commands (again, loosely) due to the inability to express his burning rage without risk of being thrown in the brig. Or, Jim thought merrily, without risk of being shot out an escape pod to a remote, icy planet to await collection and trial. That is not to say that he did not disagree with Jim on almost every decision he made - but lately he reined in his frustration and waited until they were alone in the Ready Room or, at the very least, in the turbolift paused somewhere between two decks, before he aired his grievances. 

Outside of their overlapping shifts, they actively tried to avoid each other. 

Because when they didn't, arguments would get heated, and then, ultimately, devolve into one of them shoving the other against the wall and very passionate kissing that leaned very heavily towards biting than anything resembling tenderness. 

“I swear it won’t happen again,” Jim sighed, gathering the torn remnants of his uniform from the floor of Spock’s quarters. Spock said nothing, instead staring moodily up at his ceiling from his bed, chest still heaving. 

Jim was not entirely sure how to navigate a working relationship that seemed to be based entirely on sexual tension. He wanted to get along with Spock, to have even a small portion of the friendship Ambassador Spock had hinted they were destined to have when they met. Not that he didn’t enjoy whatever the fuck they currently had going on between them - at least while it was happening. But, he would have preferred to have a clear head while on the bridge, staring at the back end of his First Officer and desiring very much to be bent over his chair - whether or not the whole crew were still present. 

He needed to sort this shit out.

And soon - because these slip-ups in control were starting to cost him whatever shreds of sanity he still had. 

He considered how he was going to get back to his quarters without being seen; his shirt was torn into quarters and his pants were nearly in half. Fuck - he’d already needed to replace a uniform once this week, he wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to explain this. 

“Jim,” Spock sat up, the sheets falling away and Jim paused, still half-stooped looking for his second boot. “You have said that thrice before and with no change in behavior.” 

“Right,” Jim stood and tried not to feel self conscious - they’d just had crazy sex, he shouldn’t feel the strong desire to cover himself up. He held the torn bits of his clothes to his chest. 

“I think we need to talk more about this.” Spock said finally, staring, impassive, looking fucking wooden and perfect, even with disheveled hair. 

“Right,” Jim repeated. The inside of his mind felt like static and his mouth felt like it had too much spit in it. He swallowed and shifted his weight. 

“I think we should talk more about this now,” Spock continued to stare and Jim continued to have his own gaze dodge about the room - if he didn’t look at Spock, perhaps he could still avoid this conversation. 

He wasn’t sure what he hoped to come of talking about it. Agreeing to do better at stopping was probably the wisest course of action, but definitely not the most enjoyable. He would have to find some other way to channel his energy because, god damn, he had too much of it and after nights like this he usually slept like a baby and that was swiftly becoming something important to him.

Which, you know, was probably a very good reason they should talk about this. Because it did not bode well if Jim was getting more out of this emotionally than Spock was - and by whatever gods that might be aware of them floating in the black, Spock was getting absolutely no emotions out of this. Other than annoyance. And regret. He was not sure where regret fell on the Vulcan line of logic, but it must be in there somewhere - he’d seen the way Spock’s mouth twisted into an unhappy line after their encounters. But Jim was getting attached and that was, arguably, worse.

He knew on an intrinsic level that wild, angry sex was not what Ambassador Spock had planned for them when he urged them together.

“Right now, right now?” Jim asked, shifting his weight again, “‘cause I was sort of thinking I needed to go and do that thing that was important.”  

Spock actually frowned at that, deeply, and Jim only saw because he chose that moment to look at him. 

“Fine,” was all the reply he got and Jim took that as a win and hastily pulled on his pants, clutching them together, and made for the door. It wooshed open and he took a pause to look both ways before slipping out into the hallway and running back to his own room.

[ladystillheart]

Do NOT hold Lady Juliette Stillheart's hand she IS touch starved and she WILL fall in love with you and seek courtship this is your FIRST and FINAL warning do NOT test her break her fragile heart she WILL cry and have you EXECUTED for your crimes

[king-akita]

im going to this group at the museum in my town, and the first assignment is to bring an object that represents you.

should i bring my ‘werewolf boyfriend’ pin??

[solisanima]

@captainseamech (continued from x )

Rodimus’s spoiler droops. That was... yeah, that didn’t... really go the way he’d planned it. As soon as he gets an eyeful of the expression on High Tide’s face, he transforms and zips away.