I live? ...ish?
fucking heat wave fuck fuck fuck
anyway in between actually dying of heat (fun times: attempting to skate the fine and increasingly thin line between water intoxication and not dying of heat stroke) and working, I have been reading so much terrible Star Trek fic that my brains may actually be boiling out of my ears, and also installing Ubuntu. That worked out better than I intially expected but we are still discussing the presure sensitivity of my touch pad and also why I was apparently in the middle of heat-induced insanity when I named the partition Spock.
I mean, at least I didn't name it McCoy, or God help us, Tendou.
Still.
Soooo hot right now. Everybody's rapidly revising their personal standards of modesty downward. Ours is running toward 'has this person seen me naked? do they care if I am naked? do I wish for them to see me naked, or do I give a fuck?' and so right now Chez Twin is set at NO PANTS O'CLOCK.
Spock and Gaila have this weird BFF/sibling relationship running, where it’s pretty obvious that only Spock’s logic had kept him from bugging his mom for a baby sister, and Gaila kind of likes having someone who is manifestly not affected by her pheromones and will talk to her about programming languages from the twenty-first century. And also, they’re both kind of outsiders, but Jim tries not to think about that too hard. If they still feel like outsiders now, Jim is going to have to go find Uhura and clutch at her a little while they paint each other’s nails or something, and the it's totally going to be one of those holos about how love of friends can overcome anything, and Jim seriously is not that type of girl.
More to the point, it is unspoken but very, very clear that if someone (ie, Jim) makes Gaila cry, Spock will make them cry, and Jim is actually both kind of whipped and living in terror of his XO. He can’t actually imagine Pike allowing this to happen to himself, but he’s too chickenshit to ask him about it.
So when Gaila begs, pleads, argues to be allowed to go with the mission to help New Vulcan, Jim wavers only because he doesn’t know how the climate is going to affect her, and Bones screwed up his mouth in a way that he usually reserves for Jim and new culinary experiments when the subject came up. “It’s going to be awfully dry down there,” he says slowly. “And hot. Are you going to be okay?”
Gaila turns the full force of her breasts at him, which is pretty awesome, yes, but now has so much weirdness attached -- because hey? captain? crew member? not as sexy as he always thought -- that he actually manages to look at her face and not at her unauthorized cultural alteration of the standard uniform.
Okay time to get laundry out of dryer and slurgh off to work. Christ. I think tomorrow I'm packing up and living at Central the entire day until knit night.
anyway in between actually dying of heat (fun times: attempting to skate the fine and increasingly thin line between water intoxication and not dying of heat stroke) and working, I have been reading so much terrible Star Trek fic that my brains may actually be boiling out of my ears, and also installing Ubuntu. That worked out better than I intially expected but we are still discussing the presure sensitivity of my touch pad and also why I was apparently in the middle of heat-induced insanity when I named the partition Spock.
I mean, at least I didn't name it McCoy, or God help us, Tendou.
Still.
Soooo hot right now. Everybody's rapidly revising their personal standards of modesty downward. Ours is running toward 'has this person seen me naked? do they care if I am naked? do I wish for them to see me naked, or do I give a fuck?' and so right now Chez Twin is set at NO PANTS O'CLOCK.
Spock and Gaila have this weird BFF/sibling relationship running, where it’s pretty obvious that only Spock’s logic had kept him from bugging his mom for a baby sister, and Gaila kind of likes having someone who is manifestly not affected by her pheromones and will talk to her about programming languages from the twenty-first century. And also, they’re both kind of outsiders, but Jim tries not to think about that too hard. If they still feel like outsiders now, Jim is going to have to go find Uhura and clutch at her a little while they paint each other’s nails or something, and the it's totally going to be one of those holos about how love of friends can overcome anything, and Jim seriously is not that type of girl.
More to the point, it is unspoken but very, very clear that if someone (ie, Jim) makes Gaila cry, Spock will make them cry, and Jim is actually both kind of whipped and living in terror of his XO. He can’t actually imagine Pike allowing this to happen to himself, but he’s too chickenshit to ask him about it.
So when Gaila begs, pleads, argues to be allowed to go with the mission to help New Vulcan, Jim wavers only because he doesn’t know how the climate is going to affect her, and Bones screwed up his mouth in a way that he usually reserves for Jim and new culinary experiments when the subject came up. “It’s going to be awfully dry down there,” he says slowly. “And hot. Are you going to be okay?”
Gaila turns the full force of her breasts at him, which is pretty awesome, yes, but now has so much weirdness attached -- because hey? captain? crew member? not as sexy as he always thought -- that he actually manages to look at her face and not at her unauthorized cultural alteration of the standard uniform.
Okay time to get laundry out of dryer and slurgh off to work. Christ. I think tomorrow I'm packing up and living at Central the entire day until knit night.