and imagine oms, long into retirement, cuddling together in bed on a snowy night, content just to be with one another
imagine how bright jim’s eyes would be that night as he put his palm on spock’s cheek and gives him a chaste kiss
imagine how they would fall asleep entangled in each other
imagine how the next morning spock wakes up and jim doesn’t
imagine spock clutching jim’s newly lifeless body to his own, his hand clasped to the back of his neck as he presses his forehead against jim’s and lets out a dry sob
imagine that it’s a bright dawn outside with freshly fallen snow because even though spock’s world just ended, everything else goes on
"Kirk sighed and reached out to cover the Vulcan’s hand with his own. Men like Spock weren’t standard issue. ‘Thanks, Spock,’ he murmured. ‘I don’t know what the hell I’d do without you.’"
Cecil. She/her. During the day I sit in libraries staring at books. During the night I write queer fanfiction with a historical slant.
Some not-so-random facts: Gay space lizards are the best lizards. Star Trek is my life. I have too many DS9 ships. Classic Who and the Eighth Doctor Adventures make me grin stupidly. Kelas Parmak is the best. I will defend historically accurate portrayals of Alan Turing to the last drop of blood. Likes and asks end up in the name of @apolesens-otheraccount, because Tumblr doesn't have a way of changing which blog is your primary one. Nothing happens over there - this is the one to follow.
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“ At first, you watch Star Trek and you think, “Damn… these two men are really, really in love… o_o wow.”
And then you read the original scripts and you cry forever because it’s so painfully beautiful and obvious.
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