I have, like, 27 great T’Pring stories in my head and in one of them there’s a gathering of Vulcan high society where their families discuss plans for the marriage ceremony and Spock and T’Pring slip away to plot the divorce.
Spock and Jim growing old together. Spock getting more lines in his face, Jim getting a tummy. graying hair, walking more slowly, taking more time to have sex, Spock getting cold more easily, Jim forgetting where he set his house keys. numerous kisses with familiar lips, celebrating anniversaries quietly, hands aging, muscles fading, planting gardens and stargazing together, attending the funerals of enemies and friends, becoming distant to the action of the world, spooning in bed for hours, new and different forms of sadness, new and different forms of happiness, same smiles, same hearts, same minds.
My ultimate kink is when Spock, either because he leaves Starfleet or because Starfleet changes its policy on fraternization, just straight up stops giving a fuck and tells everyone he meets at every opportunity that Jim is the love of his life.
18 years of secret marriage means he’s got a lot of catching up to do.
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.
