Wanted to draw some pre-reform spirk but got stuck on drawing a battle. I think we all know where it would eventually end up.
(A long path to mutual understanding, respect, protection and eventually love played out against the violent beauty of the Vulcan desert)
I imagine mirrorverse spirk would play it very rough.
Vulcan protec.
Kissing
This one is for Ophelia_j over at AO3 for her incredible Star Trek fics 💖 Some of the best I’ve ever read.
Based on the delicious @captaincrusher manip. We all know that moment in that med bay when Bashir was unzipped to half mast and Garak was just daring him to take it to full.
https://captaincrusher.tumblr.com/post/189490700964/i-couldnt-resist-doing-a-little-tiny-manip
*light Mandalorian spoilers ahead*
I really wanted a Keldabe Kiss as a goodbye and was sad we didn’t get to see it so I drew it. I hope these two are together again.
Protect the baby
Mandalorian WIP
I feel like I finally might ‘get’ why older people seem to so often stagnate and stop trying to understand others. I feel like it’s the result of youth we never think about. Stick with me here, if you so choose, while I hypothesise.
As you grow up you war with yourself over a lot of things. You test who you are. You break your own mold. You find yourself and loose yourself and find yourself again. Hopefully you outgrow outdated opinions you realise were wrong or you have no use for and maybe, if youre lucky like me, you finally hit 'adulthood’ having carved out what you think of as 'yourself’.
And then I think the lie we all bought into is that the tumultuousness you experience in youth stops because you’ve found you. You don’t have to war anymore you can sit with your being and be pleased. You can rest and have peace. You don’t have to question anymore because you did all the questioning you could and time is not an expanse of eternity anymore and that’s scary.
The thought of spending your remaining years weather long or short in a battle over your own soul seems scary and hard and wasteful even.
I always thought remaining connected to the growth of humanity was about remaining open minded forever but it’s more then that. Its accepting and even embracing the fear and pain that will come your way if you choose to try and keep growing.
It’s turning outward not inward even though inward offers the comfort of your own personal echo chamber of values.
So I get it. I understand why a lot of people turn inward (especially if they have kids or work crazy hours and just don’t have anything in the tank at the end of the day).
But honestly I think it behooves us to remain open as we grow older, to challenge what we believe and the structures we believe in and always look for ways to be better humans and treat other humans better.
“Well done, lad!”
“Thanks, Sir!”
michaelmandog
Lalo visits Albuquerque in 1990. He sees an 18 years old Nacho who barely looks up from the floor while Lalo scolds a 20 years old Tuco (“Ay, why would tío let a kid run this place?”) Varga is a pretty young thing, looks strong enough too, but there’s this glint in his eye when he finally raises his head to say something to Tuco. Lalo never forgets it.
In 1990, Lalo would call him mi ángel, mi cielito. Nacho would be blushing hard, and then going out of his way to look tough and impress Lalo. Lalo who would say “You still have a long way to go, cielito. But tell you what! Keep that up and who knows, maybe next time we meet I’ll call you by your name”.
Nacho in his early cartel years would already be smart, but terribly, terribly dumb if a handsome, powerful older man started paying attention to him. He hasn’t been shot yet, he hasn’t bled for the Salamancas. His dad is still none the wiser that he’s slipping dirty money into the cash register at the shop.
Nacho is 18, going on 19, and on a power high. His usually sharp senses would absolutely fail him.
More ideas being thrown around below the cut