Hmmmm...
Sorry about the random spamming today, guys (and not even about anything good; I fail today) but I was combing through the bookmarks on my phone and realized that all my hard and fast OTPs (you know, the ones that I can't read with anyone else except with each other) all have one quality in common: they would all, in a heartbeat, pass the Broccoli Test.
Think about it: Patrick/Pete, Punk/Colt, Sabin/Shelley, Kirk/Spock, Sam/Dean, Gerard/Mikey, they all have that same connection. They could look across a produce aisle at their partner and raise an eyebrow and not only would the other person know that they wanted broccoli for dinner, but that they wanted it steamed and covered in cheese, too.
It's more than a best friend thing -or in the case of Sam/Dean and Gerard/Mikey, more than even a brother thing. It comes from years of knowing and relying on each other, days and weeks and months -sometimes years - of being, literally and figuratively, on top of each other; sharing clothes and space and beds, until you can't remember what belongs to who and what the term personal space means.
It starts off as a best friend -or brother- thing and after a while, it takes on a life of it's own and keeps growing, keeps redefining itself in moments and feelings and songs and roadtrips.
I don't even do it consciously -they just pick me, I swear.
Think about it: Patrick/Pete, Punk/Colt, Sabin/Shelley, Kirk/Spock, Sam/Dean, Gerard/Mikey, they all have that same connection. They could look across a produce aisle at their partner and raise an eyebrow and not only would the other person know that they wanted broccoli for dinner, but that they wanted it steamed and covered in cheese, too.
It's more than a best friend thing -or in the case of Sam/Dean and Gerard/Mikey, more than even a brother thing. It comes from years of knowing and relying on each other, days and weeks and months -sometimes years - of being, literally and figuratively, on top of each other; sharing clothes and space and beds, until you can't remember what belongs to who and what the term personal space means.
It starts off as a best friend -or brother- thing and after a while, it takes on a life of it's own and keeps growing, keeps redefining itself in moments and feelings and songs and roadtrips.
I don't even do it consciously -they just pick me, I swear.