Dear Fox TV: I’m donating to Limbs For Life for Almost Human! http://www.crowdrise.com/almosthuman
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THANK YOU. THIS CAUSE MEANS SO MUCH TO ME.
- Still anti-synthetic?..
- It’s growing on me. (x)
THANK YOU FOR THE BEAUTIFUL GIF SET & HELPING WITH THE CAMPAIGN.
ATTENTION: FOX TV
As a fan, I’ve noticed that Almost Human may not get renewed for a new season. Sci fi shows have a cultural impact on viewers and Almost Human allows us to contemplate human evolution and the problems of the future.
Our leading character, John Kennex (Karl Urban) has a prosthetic leg and he proves a weekly inspiration to anyone that’s disabled. Almost Human teaches us that everyone is human; no matter what shape or conditions our bodies are in.
We Want Season 2: http://www.crowdrise.com/almosthuman
"No! I cannot go home!" He blushed, suddenly seeming to have sobered up, his dark eyes skimming over his face. He reached out a hand and trailed his fingers across his cheek, pulling him back with those delicate and long fingertips. He carefully stepped into his space and pressed a kiss against his lips again, pulling him in with his hands going to rest on his hips. He kissed his mouth again and pressed himself against his chest, eyelids fluttering almost fondly. "Please. Do not make me go home." He looked up at him and slid his leg between Jim’s, his hands lightly resting on his hips and holding him there. The orange glow of the streetlight reflected on his face and he tipped his head back slightly, his dark hair glowing almost. "I promise to make it worth your while." He whispered, a teasing edge in his voice.
The touches on his hands were sending shivers down his spine and he turned his hand a little so that he was actually kissing the almost-stranger who he knew as Jim the Vulcan way. His father would be fuming at him making this most secret and sacred form of intimacy and using it in this context; but he found he didn’t care.
"Please?" He flashed him a tiny smile, his entire face lighting up a for a few scant moments as he gazed at him, eyes completely focussed. "Back to yours, I promise I can make it worth it." He blinked his big eyes, lashes long and almost brushing his cheek as he gazed at him. "I promise." He ran a fingertip down his sides and then across the arch of his hips, wanting to be close to him - and definitely not wanting to go back home. "My father will be furious if I come home at this time." His eyes scanned the human’s face, the feel of a warm body pressed against his side making his heart pick up. "Please?" His hands then trailed from his hips to his shoulder, pulling him closer.
So shocked by the bold moves of the Vulcan, Jim hardly reacted until he was kissed again. Jim laughed a little against his lips. He’d never met such a forward Vulcan in his life. He was under the firm impression that they weren’t big on touching in general considering their chaste finger kisses. “Woah, easy.” Jim spoke quickly as Spock became more desperate in his touches. He had stupidly forgotten how strong Vulcans were compared to humans. That smile though, it was something, Jim decided that he liked seeing a lot. It’d been a long time since he saw one so genuine and again with it being a rarity on a Vulcan.
"Okay. No problem." Jim replied finally and placed his right palm firmly against Spock’s chest as an indication to slow down a bit. "I get it. You don’t want to go home like this… I don’t blame you…" His brows furrowed wondering how old Spock was exactly to still live with his parents. Or maybe that was common for Vulcans? Jim never thought to ask. "And I know a great sober up recipe." He cracked a smirk while fleetingly thinking about how Spock could ‘make it worth it’ for him in the morning if he was so inclined. Focus Jim, he chided himself. Simply the unusual behavior and considering that they had met less than an hour ago made Jim especially uneasy. In the past, he had a few what-the-fuck-did-I-do last night mornings in the past and he didn’t wish them on anyone.
Jim’s hand caught Spock’s as he silently asked for him to follow. “I don’t actually live that far away.” He gulped, somewhat nervous about having company over. He never did. “That’s why everyone knows me at the bar. Only place open at this time of night. C’mon.”
A brisk ten minute walk later, they arrived at Jim’s apartment building. “The light in the hallway is off, so watch your step.” Jim instructed after using his key to open the door. “It’s not much.” He didn’t even have a bedroom. He lived in a studio apartment of a seven floor walk up. “But the view— the view, you’ll like. It’s amazing.” From the living room slash bedroom, it felt like you could see the whole damn galaxy.