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Scotty having a tribble? Canon. In case anyone was wondering.

SO THAT MEANS BONES WAS RESUSCITATING SCOTTY’S TRIBBLE?

(I’m just gonna assume it does)

now I really want fic about the tribble getting sick and Scotty being all mopey and I CANNAH LEAVE HER WHILE SHE’S SICK and bothering Bones at all hours asking about her. And then Bones finally has to sigh, and push his hair back and say, gruffly but not unkindly, “I’m sorry Mr. Scott.” And Scotty… doesn’t say anything. For all his mad, manic energy,in the face of this he goes quiet. Keenser finally takes him by the hand and leads him back into the belly of the Enterprise - the only place he can be right now (or ever).

BUT THEN KHAN,AND THE TRIBBLE IS ALIVE AGAIN, SO YAY!

oh man.

I had this really weird fic idea of Blaine as a selkie who sees Kurt and falls in love with him. And Kurt is so unearthly beautiful, pale and tall and ethereal - Blaine thinks that Kurt must be a mystical creature too. Maybe a fellow selkie, who’s skin was stolen. Or a fairy, traipsing across the beaches to play tricks on the unsuspecting beach goers.

But Kurt’s just Kurt. He’s just human. And Blaine feels so betrayed by the fact that Kurt isn’t magic. And on his side, Kurt was drawn into this mystical world, where everything sparkled and was so beautiful before it turned on him and showed its teeth because magic, like everything has a price. And Kurt needs to go home, because he can’t breathe underwater like Blaine can. But Blaine can breathe air. So

eventually

he decides

to shed his skin

and go live with Kurt

(and it’s really wonderful for a while but then Blaine HATES it because humans are wonderful, rally they are!, but they are awful too and he misses swimming with mermaids and singing with the stars and dancing on the sand with the fairies. And so he goes back. And Kurt leaves too, because Blaine left him first and obviously that means Blaine never loved him at all. They were never meant to be. It was supposed to be happily ever after, not happy until they’re not. The story’s supposed to be over. They’re not supposed to keep on struggling.

Except stories never really end, and we all know they’re never really saying goodbye to each other)

basically I just see a lot of Kurt being a MYSTICAL CREATURE or GOD or WHATEVERS because, let’s be real, that face. And I just thought it would be interesting if that got flipped, and Blaine was the magical creature who thought the exact same thing as us.

oh my god, this is the first thing that popped into my head. Okay that’s a lie, but the FIRST first thing that popped into my head was super angsty so let’s go with crack instead

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Almost every culture has a tale of the Fountain of Youth. Even Vulcans have one in a fashion, where if you go deep enough into the fires of the Forge and defeat the ancient gods there you can bathe in the flames of their heart and be rejuvinated. The kahs-wan was born from it, as much as the Elders try to distance themselves from that beginning. Chekhov likes to tell people that the Fountain of Youth was found in Russia, which is why he is so young. He is really very much older than everyone else, yes? So you should not doubt him. He is like, how you say, mystical vampire. Only look young.

Every culture has a story about the Fountain of Youth. And if every culture has one, then scientifically, probability states that somewhere, somehow, there has to be one. And of course, Jim thinks as he rubs his temples, his ensign had to be the one to discover it. By tripping into it. 

“I am zo zo zorry keptin!” Chekhov squeaks as Spock very carefully lifts him up with arm-length gloves. “I wuz looking at ze readings and zen I just…” 

“Tripped, Mr. Chekhov?” Jim said wearily. “Jesus, man, can’t you look where you’re going?” Chekhov nodded miserably. His lower lip wobbled alarmingly. Jim back-peddled so fast he nearly hit a tree. “Not that it’s your fault! Very distracting those readings.” He picked up Spock’s gloved hand and patted Chekhov on the head with it gingerly. Spock sent him a look that promised nothing but nerve-pinches in his future if he didn’t let go immediately. Jim held on another two seconds, just long enogh to smirk at him. 

“Be careful now, Mr. Spock,” he used the corner of his shirt to chuck Chekhov’s tiny tiny chin. “You’ve got a baby on board!”

Spock somehow managed to convey absolute disdain without a single twitch. It was truly a talent.

“Okay,” Jim sighed, suddenly exhausted as he imagined all the paperwork ahead of him. Shit, he glanced at Chekhov, who was attempted to wring out his tiny blonde curls. Did this break child labor laws? “Let’s just… get back to the ship. Do you have all the samples you need to try and reverse this?”

“Yes sir,” Lt. Yan nodded. She didn’t look away from where Chekhov was sniffling, tears hanging like jewels on his chubby cheeks. Her fingers twitched. Jim clapped her on the shoulder.

“Try not to pinch the Ensign,” he advised. “No matter how chubby the cheeks. Trust me, never ends well.” 

“I do not think the Lietenant was planning on pinching the cheeks you usually show preference for, captain.” Spock said blandly.

“What?” Chekhov stared at Jim with something close to terror. “Why are you peenching me keptin?”

“I’m not – oh for the love of, just beam us up Scotty, before Chekhov here turns into a fetus.”

The last thing Jim hears over the whine of the transporter is Chekhov’s frantic, “Can zat happen? Commander? KEPTIN?”

<3 That’s so nice to hear, I hope you enjoy my ramblings. I hope I find my fire again too! This takes place the summer before the 4th season

It’s one of those days where it’s so hot that all Kurt wants to do is hide in his air-conditioned room, away from his well-meaning father and his grieving stepbrother and all the friends that want to help. Blaine’s curled round him, almost dozing, between him and the door. Kurt’s bigger than Blaine is, and he loves it, but right now he’s curled in on himself to tuck his face into the hollow of Blaine’s throat and his body into the curves of Blaine’s.

Blaine touches the back of his neck, just light enough to keep it from being unbearably warm. “When I was six, I wanted to wear my dad’s silk bow tie. When he wouldn’t let me I decided that if I couldn’t wear it I wouldn’t wear anything and ran around the house naked.” Blaine pauses just long enough to let Kurt’s eyes widen, “It was my mom’s bridge day, so every single woman from the neighborhood saw me shrieking about ‘give me bowties or give me death’.”

“No!” Kurt gasps, scandalized. He can’t help the laughter from bubbling up inside of him though, nearly choking on it as he imagines a teensy tiny Blaine running through his mother’s legs as he demanded bowties. “How did you even hear that phrase?” He buries his face into Blaine’s neck, shaking with laughter. His cheekshurt from smiling so wide.

“I was a precocious kid,” Blaine says, and Kurt flicks him on the ear because he doesn’t even have to look to know that Blaine’s smirking. “Hey!”

Kurt snuggles into Blaine a little more, careful of the edge of the bed. Yesterday he’d tried to burrow into Blaine so far that he’d accidentally shoved him off the bed. “Not that I’m complaining, but what brought that up?”

Kurt’s head bobs with Blaine’s shrug. “I don’t know, I guess - I just wanted to make you laugh.” Kurt can feel Blaine’s stomach vibrate with silent laughter against his own. “Even if it’s at me.”

Kurt closes his eyes against the pinpricks of the beginnings of tears. “I love you,” he says. He pushes his hand under Blaine’s shirt to press the sign against Blaine’s belly. Blaine captures it with his own, twining their fingers.

“I love you too,” Blaine kisses Kurt’s hair.

Kurt rubs his fingers over Blaine stomach, relishing the ticklish squeak Blaine lets out. “When I was nine, I tried to make paella. I think there’s still rice burned to the edges of the ceiling tiles.”

Blaine jerks away to stare at Kurt. “What?”

Kurt wrinkles his nose. “Paella is way more complicated than it seems okay?”

Kurt kisses the laughter off Blaine’s lips. For the first time since he got his rejection letter, he’s starting to think that maybe he’ll be okay. As long as he can still laugh.

<3 That’s so nice to hear, I hope you enjoy my ramblings. I hope I find my fire again too! This takes place the summer before the 4th season

It’s one of those days where it’s so hot that all Kurt wants to do is hide in his air-conditioned room, away from his well-meaning father and his grieving stepbrother and all the friends that want to help. Blaine’s curled round him, almost dozing, between him and the door. Kurt’s bigger than Blaine is, and he loves it, but right now he’s curled in on himself to tuck his face into the hollow of Blaine’s throat and his body into the curves of Blaine’s.

Blaine touches the back of his neck, just light enough to keep it from being unbearably warm. “When I was six, I wanted to wear my dad’s silk bow tie. When he wouldn’t let me I decided that if I couldn’t wear it I wouldn’t wear anything and ran around the house naked.” Blaine pauses just long enough to let Kurt’s eyes widen, “It was my mom’s bridge day, so every single woman from the neighborhood saw me shrieking about ‘give me bowties or give me death’.”

“No!” Kurt gasps, scandalized. He can’t help the laughter from bubbling up inside of him though, nearly choking on it as he imagines a teensy tiny Blaine running through his mother’s legs as he demanded bowties. “How did you even hear that phrase?” He buries his face into Blaine’s neck, shaking with laughter. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.

“I was a precocious kid,” Blaine says, and Kurt flicks him on the ear because he doesn’t even have to look to know that Blaine’s smirking. “Hey!”

Kurt snuggles into Blaine a little more, careful of the edge of the bed. Yesterday he’d tried to burrow into Blaine so far that he’d accidentally shoved him off the bed. “Not that I’m complaining, but what brought that up?”

Kurt’s head bobs with Blaine’s shrug. “I don’t know, I guess - I just wanted to make you laugh.” Kurt can feel Blaine’s stomach vibrate with silent laughter against his own. “Even if it’s at me.”

Kurt closes his eyes against the pinpricks of the beginnings of tears. “I love you,” he says. He pushes his hand under Blaine’s shirt to press the sign against Blaine’s belly. Blaine captures it with his own, twining their fingers.

“I love you too,” Blaine kisses Kurt’s hair.

Kurt rubs his fingers over Blaine stomach, relishing the ticklish squeak Blaine lets out. “When I was nine, I tried to make paella. I think there’s still rice burned to the edges of the ceiling tiles.”

Blaine jerks away to stare at Kurt. “What?”

Kurt wrinkles his nose. “Paella is way more complicated than it seems okay?”

Kurt kisses the laughter off Blaine’s lips. For the first time since he got his rejection letter, he’s starting to think that maybe he’ll be okay. As long as he can still laugh.

as requested, here’s the fic attached to the pic!

(it takes place shortly after they get together in the second season.)

The little boy shrieks as his older sister pushes him in the cart, waving his arms as he yells for faster, faster. Kurt rolls his eyes, looking over at Blaine so that they can have one of their unspoken conversations about how annoying something is. A light, happy feeling bubbles up in spite of Kurt’s determination to be annoyed, because he and Blaine have unspoken conversations. They had them before, Kurt only ever had to look at Blaine to send him into a fit of hysterics but it… feels different now.

Or it would if Blaine was looking at him. Kurt clears his throat pointedly. Blaine jerks his eyes away guiltily from where they’d been staring at the siblings with something close to hunger. Kurt raises his eyebrows. “Sorry,” Blaine says automatically. He’s been doing that more and more lately, and Kurt would be upset about it except he suspects the only reason Blaine doesn’t always fall into automatic apologies with people is that he’s always on guard against it. He’s not sure how he feels about the fact that for Blaine, being open means being so sorry.

Blaine looks at the kids again. “I just never really got to do that. It looks fun.”

“You never rode in the cart?” Kurt’s mind boggles. Some of his earliest memories are of riding in the cart next to his mom’s purse, begging her to buy him cakes for his tea parties.

“No,” Blaine says slowly, unconsciously craning his neck to keep the kids in view. “My father said it was unbecoming and crass. I walked, the few times I even went to the supermarket.” He quirks his lips up at Kurt, but Kurt can’t really call it a smile. “I’m a guy, so cooking and shopping weren’t really supposed to be for me.”

Blaine never really talks about his family, so the few times he does always makes Kurt feel like he’s groping about in the dark. He hates that feeling. He is Kurt Hummel, dammit, and if there is no light then he will make on. He does the first thing he can think of. “Here,” Kurt blurts out, and shoves the cart at Blaine so hard he nearly bowls him over.

“What?” Blaine winces, rubbing his knees.

“Get in,” Kurt says, as imperious as he can make himself. “Come on, I don’t have all day. We still have to get fresh strawberries and cream if I’m going to show you what a proper tea party is like.”

Blaine laughs awkwardly, trying to puh the cart away. Kurt pushes it more firmly into his hands. He raises his eyebrows in silent challenge, because he knows what that does to Blaine.

This time, it really is a smile breaking out over Blaine’s face. He looks around quickly to make sure no one can see him, and then vaults into the cart with so much childlike glee that it makes Kurt laugh. He twists around so he can grin at Kurt. “Faster,” he says, and Kurt loves him so much it almost hurts

I actually kind of loved that they broke Klaine up, because it led to such amazing storylines! That’s the weird thing, it’s not that I don’t love the storylines any less, it’s not that I don’t love the characters any less, and it’s definitely not that I think everyone involved in that show is any less whip smart. I still intellectually, and emotionally!, enjoy it. I’m just not clawing the walls for new episodes, desperately trying to fill the void with fic and meta.

Anyway, here’s your fic~ it takes place shortly after they get togetherin the second season.

The little boy shrieks as his older sister pushes him in the cart, waving his arms as he yells for faster, faster. Kurt rolls his eyes, looking over at Blaine so that they can have one of their unspoken conversations about how annoying something is. A light, happy feeling bubbles up in spite of Kurt’s determination to be annoyed, because he and Blaine have unspoken conversations. They had them before, Kurt only ever had to look at Blaine to send him into a fit of hysterics but it… feels different now.

Or it would if Blaine was looking at him. Kurt clears his throat pointedly. Blaine jerks his eyes away guiltily from where they’d been staring at the siblings with something close to hunger. Kurt raises his eyebrows. “Sorry,” Blaine says automatically. He’s been doing that more and more lately, and Kurt would be upset about it except he suspects the only reason Blaine doesn’t always fall into automatic apologies with people is that he’s always on guard against it. He’s not sure how he feels about the fact that for Blaine, being open means being so sorry.

Blaine looks at the kids again. “I just never really got to do that. It looks fun.”

“You never rode in the cart?” Kurt’s mind boggles. Some of his earliest memories are of riding in the cart next to his mom’s purse, begging her to buy him cakes for his tea parties.

“No,” Blaine says slowly, unconsciously craning his neck to keep the kids in view. “My father said it was unbecoming and crass. I walked, the few times I even went to the supermarket.” He quirks his lips up at Kurt, but Kurt can’t really call it a smile. “I’m a guy, so cooking and shopping weren’t really supposed to be for me.”

Blaine never really talks about his family, so the few times he does always makes Kurt feel like he’s groping about in the dark. He hates that feeling. He is Kurt Hummel, dammit, and if there is no light then he will make on. He does the first thing he can think of. “Here,” Kurt blurts out, and shoves the cart at Blaine so hard he nearly bowls him over.

“What?” Blaine winces, rubbing his knees.

“Get in,” Kurt says, as imperious as he can make himself. “Come on, I don’t have all day. We still have to get fresh strawberries and cream if I’m going to show you what a proper tea party is like.”

Blaine laughs awkwardly, trying to puh the cart away. Kurt pushes it more firmly into his hands. He raises his eyebrows in silent challenge, because he knows what that does to Blaine.

This time, it really is a smile breaking out over Blaine’s face. He looks around quickly to make sure no one can see him, and then vaults into the cart with so much childlike glee that it makes Kurt laugh. He twists around so he can grin at Kurt. “Faster,” he says, and Kurt loves him so much it almost hurts.

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Summary: Blaine is disassociating. My take on Trou Normand

Word Count: ~1,700

Notes: Wishy, I hope you feel better <3

set in the same universe as Blood and Lilacs, though it’s not the sequel I had planned. That is still to come!

Warnings: IT’S A HANNIBAL CROSS OVER. THE MEAT IS PEOPLE. THE SALAD IS PEOPLE. EVERYTHING IS PEOPLE.

Link to AO3

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afternoon reblog I guess? Kinda missed the morning

Summary: Blaine is disassociating. My take on Trou Normand

Word Count: ~1,700

Notes: Wishy, I hope you feel better <3

set in the same universe as Blood and Lilacs, though it’s not the sequel I had planned. That is still to come!

Warnings: IT’S A HANNIBAL CROSS OVER. THE MEAT IS PEOPLE. THE SALAD IS PEOPLE. EVERYTHING IS PEOPLE.

Link to AO3

Read More

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januarium:

There should be the Kurcheltana loft and the Blamartie apartment. Except they keep having drama, so people keep swapping apartments and moving back and forth until no one is really sure who lives where any more.

Until it ends up with Sam, Artie and Santana living together and whenever people visit they feel very nervous and never mention Brittany because no one understands how it hasn’t exploded yet.

One of the biggest reasons I want Sam to move to NYC, besides his friendship with Blaine, is all the complicated history with Santana because of Brittany but also the fact they actually dated before Santana came out, to see how that dynamic develops if they interact more frequently.

YES PLEASE to all of this.

and then Brittany comes to visit and tries to organize an orgy

(spoilers: she succeeds. Artie films it. Brittany promotes it on Fondue For Two before Sam can figure out what she’s doing and tackle the camera. Santana keeps a private copy that she personally edited to get rid of all the Sam and Artie moments, that she keeps queued up to the first moment Brittany kisses her again and they both smile into it as both their eyelashes tickle the other’s cheekbones)