#spirk headcanon

[stevejobsbuysasamsung]

dont imagine a transporter malfunction where spock suddenly has curly/wavy hair. dont imagine bones giggling and kirk looking at him in even gayer ways than he already does. dont imagine spock struggling to manage the upkeep, talking about how illogical it is, while kirk eyes his messy curls from afar. dont imagine spock running his hands through his hair in an attempt to dismay that one rebellious curl that bounces when he speaks. dont imagine how spock comes to notice a 1.04 second differential in how long kirk used to look at him before and after. dont imagine how scotty finds a way to reverse the changes and kirk not knowing how to express that He really likes the way it looks on him. dont imagine

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[thehappyfeminist-22]

Okay, I had a sudden headcanon that made me giggle way more than I care to admit in the bathroom yesterday. It goes something like this. Sometime between Search for Spock and The Voyage Home, Spock remembers that he and Jim are bonded and he tells Jim, “In the time since I was brought back from the dead, I have noticed all my old scars are gone. No phaser burns, no whiplashes, that faint bite mark you once left on my shoulder. All gone. Which leads me to believe, my virginity is intact.”

Naturally, he tells Jim he wants him to take his virginity again. At first Jim is flustered, like, “Oh my god, he remembers! My hubby remembers! And he still wants me! Surak give me strength!”

But then he collects himself and he’s like, “I will perform my duty admirably...”

[spaceboyfrends]

you: bottom spock

me, an intellectual: power bottom jim

[hanasheralhaminail]

Is this ENOUGH glitter? 

If you don’t think Jim and Spock attend every Pride Parade they can you’re very wrong. 

-Jim lets Spock paint his face and they go prancing around in their glittery clothes eating colorful ice cream and dancing to ‘classical’ music. 

-They collect silly stuff that will end up in a pile in their room of their San Francisco apartment: unicorn plushies and strange rainbow-y things, fake flower crowns, and fluorescent jewlery.

 -They go back home when it’s almost morning, all happy and buzzying with the excitement of the day, but even though he’s extremely tired Jim can’t sleep so they just hang out in the balcony, watching the sunrise together.

-They finally crash into bed, without even bothering to take off their clothes (there will be time to remove the glitter from the sheets, anyway).

-They fall asleep holding on to each other, and they’re full of love and everything is perfect and sweet, and even if they will be returning to their life of peril in space very soon (and can hardly wait), for now they’re absolutely safe and content.

Also consider: waking up later on and all the make-up is messed-up and smudgy, and they laugh and kiss and just take a moment to be silly and breathe.

[cutiebiz1]

Spirk headcanon where Spock REALLY sucks at folding...like, you'd think he was really great because he's such a perfectionist, but for some weird reason, when it comes to folding his clothes he just CAN'T. Jim, on the other hand, worked retail for a short time and his closet is immaculate. He notices that whenever he visits their shared bathroom, or Spock's quarters on short notice, science blues and black pants are strewn about like a clothes volcano had erupted.

Jim gets into the habit of folding Spock's clothes...everyone knows it...Spock is on a call with Sarek, and Kirk shows up with a stack of neatly folded clothes. When he leaves, Sarek mentions that he "approves of his son's choice in a mate" and that "he always had his suspicions" about the two of them and Spock has NO IDEA what to say cuz it's "not like that" (but he totally wants it to be).

One day, Jim notices that one of his own gold shirts is crammed in with his other, more pristine folded shirts...he shrugs it off until a few days later he finds one of his gold shirts stuffed under Spock's pillow....

Spock feels guilty when he finds another perfect stack of blue shirts on his bed...and his face gets hot when he finds one of Jim's gold shirts deliberately folded into the mix...right then he gets a call on his vid-com...a shirtless Kirk grins flirtatiously at him and says "I think you have something of mine...."

[actual-ongoing-dumpster-fire]

I have this headcanon that Kirk is a real prankster so one day in the bridge he sprays a shit ton of liquid ass, or whatever fart/shit spray they have in the future, and I also have a headcanon he’s too impatient to read directions on the back of the bottle, and unfortunately for him, ONE spray is more than enough so soon the entire bridge smells like hobo diarrhea on chili night and it results in the entire bridge evacuating. Some people also throw up from the horrible stench. It smells so horrible and for so long that in order to avoid trouble from Starfleet, since they have to work on the bridge, it requires Scotty to come up with one of his famous inventions, a portable decontamination unit or some shit. Spock is not amused and tells jim that next time he pulls a prank like that on the bridge he’s telling Starfleet. Lul.

[reallyamerica]

did you know that each and every night Jim is already passed out asleep in bed before Spock has even finished taking his makeup off let alone started his 25 minute long nightly skincare routine?? because, facts

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Kirk had been staring out of the window for the past hour and a half now, letting his thoughts drift wherever the music pulsing in his ears took them. At this point in time he was lost in a faint memory of the holiday he, his mum, and his sister had taken many years ago. He remembered sandy beaches and warm breezes and food that tasted of lemon and ocean spray and charcoal, but in the best way possible. Settling down in his seat, he was considering taking a nap, just to pass the time, when he felt something tickle his cheek. Ever so slightly, he moved his head. Then he felt a soft smile spread across his face.

Spock must have dosed off before him, and then maybe he’d fallen when the coach had shaken, or simply slipped in his sleep, because his head was now resting on Kirk’s shoulder. His hair floated about his head, gently crackling with static. It was strange, Kirk thought, because this must have been the first time he’d seen the alien looking truly at peace. The tops of Spock’s cheeks were tinged a little with a green flush; he sighed, murmuring quietly in his sleep and nestling slightly more into him before settling down again and falling silent. Kirk chuckled softly. He resisted the urge to push a strand of Spock’s floating hair out of his face, or remove the glasses that were pushing into his cheek as he leaned, and instead settled for gazing out the window again. There was a fond smile and an odd warm feeling in his tummy that he couldn’t place, and they stayed with him for the rest of the journey.