I'm in my second week of being sick and unable to function, so here's a sketch of a Remor’s tattoo I drew in class some time ago. I’m gonna try draw something today
Я уже вторую неделю болею и не могу функционировать, так что держите скетч тату Ремора, который я нарисовал неизвестно когда на уроке. Сегодня попробую что-то нарисовать
I realized I don’t have a comprehensive post with all of my “spones raise Jo” fics, so I thought I’d make one!
Series summary: A collection of stories following McCoy’s and Spock's misadventures raising Joanna onboard the Enterprise. Takes place in an AU in which the Enterprise is on a ten-year mission instead of a five-year one purely for my own agenda.
Part 1: Spock and McCoy find a baby in the rubble of a destroyed Outpost. McCoy makes a rash decision.
Part 2: A collection of Joanna's firsts.
Part 3: Spones get married!
Part 4: Spock and McCoy have their honeymoon on Vulcan. The whole family discovers a little bit more about each other.
Part 5: A story of how two men, eventually, find one another. Spones retelling of tos canon. (Pre-Joanna, can stand alone)
Part 6: Joanna celebrates her first birthday. Spock reflects on his own childhood and the first few months of his relationship with McCoy.
Part 7: They adopt another. (Joanna is 2)
(and an accompanying drawing)
Part 8: Amanda sends Joanna a kit for constructing gingerbread houses. (Joanna is 3)
Part 9: 5 (or more) times Spock and Bones try to have their first date and fail and one time they finally do. (Pre-Joanna)
Dear followers, I'm in exam week so any order will be delivered by the end of the week. Thank you for your understanding. next week we will have BETWEEN WORLDS 2, serendipity 2, a Sabine fic and the triumphant return of the multiverse saga. I have a few more things planned by the end of the month :)
We are chased by the night dreams
So we flee from sleep
We are afraid of our steps
So we retreat
Two steps forward
Three back
A coward who reaches no farther
A waste of night
An example of light
Spirit and bond
Courage a rarity
The state of possession overtakes the era
What has gone through rust is refreshed in generations
Counts now
No one looks deeper
No one reaches to the imagination
Picture sound picture
No contact
We are dying out here and now
Before our own eyes
Out of fear and comfort
Out of habit of triviality