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jess.
like birds flying upward over the mountain // n'importe. we are camarades. // a lemon tree. a kitchen with too many windows. // the west side of any mountain // a fearful creation // a soft mouth
lawyer voice. let's see here. on the 4th of february you reblogged a video with the tags "killing that man" and "attacka and killa you with a branch." however, just six days earlier, you had reblogged a gifset of the very same man and indicated in the tags that you would like to *checks notes* ahem, "sex him so good he say blah blah blah"
dawg what they got the marriage mind meld
The Birdcage (1996) dir. Mike Nichols
izzy keeping the note from the crew in the same glove that covers up his tattoo. izzy keeping all of his love tucked away in the same place.
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the soft look on spock's face when jim defends him against bigotry has bewitched me. look at this. can anyone hear me
STILES: They'll be back. Not just one ship but with everything they've got. You know that, Mister Science Officer. You're the expert on these people. Always left out that one point. Why? I'm very interested in why. KIRK: Sit down, Mister.
KIRK: Well, here's one thing you can be sure of, Mister. Leave any bigotry in your quarters. There's no room for it on the Bridge. Do I make myself clear?
these moments are some of the most vulnerable we ever see him and they are so explicitly framed as "when nobody's watching" shots (even though there are people in the room). spock feeling pure awe at his friend's loyalty to him. I AM YELLING
Star Trek: The Original Series 1x23 | A Taste of Armageddon
Not to Voyage Home postβ¦ but I do think that Spockβs refusal to call Kirk βJimβ throughout the filmβwhen we had seen him remember that name already, in tsfsβis down to his wariness surrounding their intimacy
He doesnβt know who he himself is, or how to parse his own current emotions, so how can he possibly contextualize twenty years worth of feelings for Jim?
He remembers falling in love with him, the slow yearning of their five year mission spent in that strange place between best friends and lovers; he remembers the decision to go to Gol, to excise those feelings, and the failure there that drove him back into Jimβs waiting arms; he remembers the decade since then spent wrapped up in each other, a life full of warm affection and love. Love. He remembers being in love. Tβhyβla, ashayam, I shall always be yours kind of love.
But that canβt be right, can it? Can it? Can he take that risk again? Does he even still want to? What does he want? What is wanting? And how is he supposed to figure it out when every time Jim smiles at him, he recalls another memory of the two of them together?
What right does he have to claim this man? He barely knows him, compared to the self from his memories who considered Jim his other half.
It doesnβt feel right to call him βJimβ, not when heβs not sure how he feels. It feels too much like giving both of them false hope.
how the absolute FUCK am i supposed to live long and prosper in these conditions
the biology of vulcansβ¦.
Jim, shirtless, covered in blood, behaving illogically:
Spock: he is the other half of my soul, as the poets say
How to Survive
by Joseph Fasano
Love the small things of the earth. The dust. The dark rain in the lemon trees. The sound of moonflowers opening at evening. Love them even when the sky is burning, even when a mother crouches with her child in a dark room, wetting his lips with a small glass of water. Love them quietly, quietly but ferociously, their hearts in them like flocks the wind has furled.
And then, in the spring, if the world has survived, walk out with your gift that you have practiced, your fresh gift that has ripened in secret; lie down in the long, soft grass of summer and wait for love, wait for it to find you, and when it lays its hand at last upon your shoulder, open to all that is about to happen; rise up and walk off into the lemon trees
and live awhile, live awhile with someone β their eyes, their scent, their curls β and when love departs, when love is done and fallen, stand there in the coming winds of autumn and turn back to the small things that have been with you β buttons, apples, chapters β and then, because you've practiced this forever, because you are ready now for the hardest task of all of them,
lay your hand on the changed face in the mirror and look at it β its wounds, its crimes, its changes β and tell yourself what you see deserves your mercy β that face, that name, that stranger β and place your palms on that one life in the mirror and open to the whole of it, the whole of it, and love it like the last chance of the world.
β₯ You are closer to the captain than anyone in the universe.
Another Victorian inspired label to the collection β¨
