I think I’ll be able to salvage most of what I’ve written, but I need to do more research…
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#Zachary Quinto in NYC Mar23,2017
Who’s making him sad!?!?! I’ll fight them.
It’s Chris on the phone. Let the sad headcanons commence…
NO! No, it’s someone else, and he’s gonna call Chris next and it will all be better… Let the comfort headcanons commence.
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write the weird vulcan watersports fic *rests chin on hands*
what she says: i’m fine
what she means: the u.s. women’s national soccer team is infinitely better than the u.s. men’s national soccer team, and yet the women’s team doesn’t nearly get as much acknowledgement for not only winning 3 world cups to the men’s 0, but winning 4 gold medals in the olympics to the men’s 0. they are the nation’s true champions and yet do not get the recognition they deserve for being the best soccer team
Six(ish) Sentence Sunday
A bit more from the (maybe last?) chapter of Revelations:
“Zach?”
Zach’s gaze found Chris’ eyes. His very worried looking eyes.
“Sweetheart, talk to me. What’s going on? Because I’m still a bit floaty, but you are obviously not having a happy afterglow. And I don’t really understand why. Did…
Turns out that adulthood is basically a long series of conversations about how tired you are, interspersed with smiling sympathetically as someone else tells you how tired they are (but you’re thinking they are not nearly as tired as you).
(More than a) Few Words Wednesday
IDK what the hell I am doing… I need to start another story like I need a hole in my head. Here, have some Pinto/My Favorite Wife AU:
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“Look at this place!” Zach marveled, dropping his bag in the
doorway to the kitchen, which was larger than his loft in Manhattan. “I can’t
believe we have this while place to ourselves, babe.”“Yeah well,” Drew said with a shrug.
“And look at you, all blasé about it,” Zach observed.
“I mean it’s not as big as the main estate, of course…”
Drew said airily, smiling.
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