#starfleetinginterest

[amaliabalash]

unoriginal, perhaps, but i associate you with amy santiago!

OOPS I thought I replied to this but: unoriginal or not, being associated with Amy is everything I could really ask for off this site tbh

[amaliabalash]

starfleetinginterest replied to your post: starfleetinginterest replied to your post: ...

://// for DAYS. i hope alex will eventually refer to herself as a lesbian (if she hasn’t already; i’m behind) so there can be absolutely zero doubt, though i didn’t think there was any until now. in the meantime, i am ready to square tf up.

I’ve got my fingers crossed for that as well. 

[amaliabalash]

starfleetinginterest replied to your post: I’ve seen several posts venting frustration about...

i also (thankfully) had no idea that was happening… i can’t even begin to imagine watching that scene and thinking “yes, this person definitely likes men.” that is so ?????

It’s super lesbophobic. :(  Like, the nicest way to look at it is that they’re bi people who just really, really, really, really wanted to identify with Alex. But I feel like it’s more likely that they wanna ship her with a guy. =/

[clanielaviclan]

Good Try, Though - Brutaltown

prompt: “this is all a fucking disaster.”  sent in by @starfleetinginterest !!

sorry this is so late!! i have been beyond busy with school and theatre but i think i have some time to write something. we’ll make it luke/ian, how about fluff??? 

Luke had not meant for this all to go so horribly. In fact, it was likely the most romantic gesture he had ever planned; he had believed the idea was spectacular, but the performance had gone awry. 

You see, he had planned for Ian to meet him in the soccer field at 9 PM, late enough for it to be dark, but still before curfew. Jeff, Luke’s wingman, was in charge of clearing the field and executing all the technicalities. So, Luke would be standing in the middle of a heart made from rose petals on the dim soccer field. Ian, blindfolded, would be guided into a chair by Caddy, ready for the serenading of a lifetime. Then Ian would whip the blindfold off, see Luke, and the rest would be history. 

Unfortunately, it did not happen that way. 

Here’s what happened: when Caddy tried to blindfold Ian, Ian elbowed him in the gut, thinking he was a kidnapper, and took off toward the fields, away from Caddy. The wind picked up and scattered the rose petals, making the heart into an odd-shaped blob, which Luke was unable to fix. Jeff turned the floodlights on too early, allowing Ian to see Luke frantically chasing a bunch of petals. Luke, temporarily blinded by the floodlights, ran straight into Ian, toppling them both. Jeff, seeing what he thought was Ian sitting, began the music track. 

“Oh God, oh geez, I’m so sorry, hold on,” A panicking Luke tried his best to apologize and crawl off of Ian at the same time. 

Ian, trying to say “are you okay?” and “i’m fucking sorry,” accidentally stuttered, “Are you fucking sorry?” 

Luke, shocked, tripped over his own feet, and landed flat on his face; butt in the air toward Ian, who had his hands over his mouth, Luke sat there for a second before picking his head up. The bill of his hat was somewhat smashed and a little dirty and his face was adorned by pieces of freshly-cut grass and rose petal. 

Luke looked confused. “Wha...what? Am I sorry? Well, yeah, kinda. This was supposed to be much better. Less messy and much less falling over.” Luke took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. “To be honest, I think all the bad luck I’ve accumulated in life just got dumped on me. This was not meant to be like this.” Luke went quiet for a moment and heard soft saxophone sounds from the stadium speakers. 

Ian expected Luke to sigh and get up or maybe just leave, but what he did next was the most confusing part of that night. 

He laughed. 

Luke laughed and laughed and laughed, nearly howling with mirth. Ian began to laugh too, at some point, and then the two of them were just laying on the soccer field, giggling, as the instrumental to Careless Whisper and the soft sound of Wallid cackling filled the background. 

When they finally calmed down, Luke explained the plan to Ian, then lightheartedly sighed and stated, “This was all a fucking disaster.” 

Ian, facing the stars, turned to look at Luke. “No. Well, kind of. But that’s not your fault. You couldn’t control James scaring me, or the wind, or Jeff’s limited technical knowledge.” Luke smiled. “Also, I accept. Pick me up tomorrow, 8 o’clock. Don’t be late.” He kissed Luke’s cheek, then got up and sauntered off toward the dorms. 

Luke stared off at Ian as he walked away, his heart swelling with hope and anticipation for their upcoming first date. 

[anniewhovian]

if you're still taking who does what prompts, shane/jirard

-Who votes for Paul and who votes for Jeff

They both vote for Paul. Sorry Jeff.

-Who always does their homework and who never does it

They’re both good students! Jirard always gets 100s on his papers.

-Who is more often the driver and who more often rides shotgun

Jirard drives because Shane doesn’t like to.

-Who makes the other surprise meals

They both do! They cook together more often than not.

-Who make the other eat breakfast

Jirard likes to make Shane muffins and such! Shane will make more traditional British breakfast foods.

-Who has terrible handwriting and who has decent handwriting

Shane’s writing is pretty bad, but Jirards isn’t much better.

-Who takes care of the other when they’re sick

They both do! Shane is the gentle one who will put a washcloth on Jirards forehead and watch over him. Jirard tries to keep Shane distracted so he’s not bored and doesn’t feel as bad.

-Who remembers special occasions (birthdays, anniversaries, etc)

They both keep track, but Shane is more likely to do something small for the occasion while Jirard will do something grander. (A small present vs a party).

[myownlittlecornerandchair]

starfleetinginterest replied to your post:I was thinking of mai/hana/pbg/jared ship name and...

maybe pb&hamai sandwich? since asagao!jared smells like ham?

That would work!

[spacewalkingreyes]

when that one kid in ur class reminds the teacher to collect homework you forgot to do

[spacewalkingreyes]

who in your ot3 are the proud lemon tree owners and who is the lemon stealing whore