THE MOON THAT REFLECTS

indi spock from star trek canon alternate universe.

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                                     DON’T CRY, MERCY

                                                              written by adrian

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    (    molikyl.    )

@apastrron· ❤️’d for a starter  ↝ . sign of the times / jamie t.

❛and everyday’s another war, another life, i could have lived. ❜

                     It  is  true    ;    each  day  introduces  thousands  upon  thousands  of  variables,    all  changing  the  course  of  their  lives,    their  universe.    ❝     It  is  unproductive  to  think  on  unnecessary  variables.  The  construction  of  alternate  realities  parallel  to  our  own  is  a  fascinating  topic  of  research  when  the  opportunity  presents  itself.    ❞    

[apastrron-blog]

Spock: feels the Intrepid die Me: A disturbance in the force. Pet: I’m so glad I wasn’t the only one who thought that.

[apastrron-blog]

    (    wrxckage.    )

             “I have been told your name is Spock, Federation Ambassador.”              The Emperor speaks softly, his back turned to his guest. He stares through transparisteel, beyond lies what he has come to think of as his personal patch of space, a little garden of distant stars. He can always see this quadrant from his quarters aboard the Finalizer, his flagship. His hands are clasped behind his back but drop to his sides as he swivels to face his Vulcan guest.             “Perhaps you have been told something of me, too? That I do not recognise your United Federation of Planets, and have no wish to join. I have my own systems to maintain.”                                              ||  @apastrron entered the throne room

                  ❝    The  desires  of  the  one  do  not  outweigh  the  necessities  of  the  many.    ❞    It  is  a  murmur,  to  quiet  for  he  to  hear,    lest  she  allow  her  human  detest  ruin  her  plans.    Clothed  in  desert  tans  reminiscent  of  her  own  Ambassador  mother  and  her  elder  self,    his  opulence  surrounds  her  like  the  choking  grasp  of  tyranny,    greed,    illogical  gluttony.    Still,    she  is  well  accustomed  to  the  whims  of  humans,    their  fascination  with  being  held  above  all.    She  approaches,    shoulders  stiff,    posture  regal,    as  if  she  was  the  one who  wore  the  crown  and  he  were  the  man  come  to  speak  to  her.    ❝    It  is  not  an  offer  of  initiation,    nor  an  invitation.    ❞    Her  mouth  is  tight,    the  words  sharp  and  curt.    Even  Vulcan  patience  can  wear  thin,    the  muslin  fibres  stripped  away  to  leave  her  bare  but  covering  even  her  vulnerability  with  the  dark  of  her  eyes.    Proper  Vulcan  greetings  have  yet  to  be  passed  between  them,  which  has  already  set  off  her  irritability.    ❝    The  Federation  has  come  to  discuss  a  Neutral  Zone  until  further  treaties  can  be  discussed.    ❞    

[apastrron-blog]

Sees  a  post  talking  about  how  genderbends  are  transphobic and  people  who  write  them  are  transphobic.  Wow,  did  you  know  that  I,  a  Trans,  am  transphobic?

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DO NOT DONATE TO THE GOFUNDME ACCOUNT I PREVIOUSLY POSTED ABOUT.

     hello everyone, as this title suggests something pretty awful has just happened. the gofundme account that everyone has been donating to was in my father’s name — the money was going to him. my mother & i believed that he would pay our landlord in order to keep us from getting kicked out but it seems he has other plans. even as i’ve helped him raise this money – & i know all of you were doing this for me, for me to keep my home – he’s not giving any of it up to us. it’s all going to his vehicle & for food & alcohol. 

     i’ve never been more fucking upset & angry & sorry in my entire life. i didn’t know this would happen, i had no idea but still. all of you were so wonderful to us & kind to us & now it’s all been for nothing. AND WE STILL NEED HELP. 

     i’ve made a new gofundme in my mother’s name & again we’re accepting donations. i don’t blame any of you if you don’t want to give again. i understand. i can be completely certain, however, that it’s all going towards the landlord this time. we’re not even buying food or putting gas in the car. things that we desperately need. 

     if you don’t want to donate, or have no money to spare, that’s fine. if you want though, please share this. we’re still on the verge of being kicked out. we have, again, until next friday. please help us if you can. not only are we about to be homeless, but we’ve just been fucking robbed.  

                            DONATE HERE. 

[apastrron-blog]

@periastrron: i literally almost went 'can humans and vulcans even' and i literally realized before i could even finish thinking that question like petrichor ur stupid tired wtf is wrong w u me:

[itisntapityparty]

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

[apastrron-blog]

    (    heathenpain.    )

he sighs in response; a logical answer with little feeling. sometimes he wondered if the logic of vulcans somehow prevented them from enjoying life at all. while growing up, he’d felt STIFLED in his studies, pressed upon with glorious expectations for his intelligence and philosophy.        ❝  a very scientific answer, Spock. but not one that i wanted. why are you here when you should not be?  ❞ 

                     She  is  careful  to  obscure  any  pride  at  his  surely  insincere  comment    ;    familiar  expression  of  a  raised  eyebrow  answers  him,    coldness  ebbing  away  into  coolness.    ❝    Clarify.    I  presumed  my  prior  answer  was  sufficient.    ❞    Does  he  desire  her  to  admit  her  logical  failings?    That  she    -    in  the  heat  of  the  moment    -    considered  all  sides  to  engaging  with  him  in  conversation  and  knowing  with  absolute  certainty  that  he  would  not  respond  to  her  as  he  would  her  counterpart,    still  pursued  his  company.

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                                         (ง •̀_•́)ง  and  ಠಿ_ಠ                                INDI  JANE  KIRK  &  SPOCK.

[justanotherrpmeme]

bold which habits your muse has

[arsnista]

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

[kinglythranduil]

have you ever shipped a ship so hard you forgot it wasn’t canon

[prewars]

star trek au - female spock

“History is replete with turning points. You must have faith that the universe will unfold as it should.”

[iwillbringhealthandhealing]

get to know your tumblr-er

[sxrxus-blog]

what is your middle name? lee. do you have any fears? bugs, spiders drowning, the dark, deep water, abandonment, closed spaces, crowds, a lot of things. where are you from?  united states. first career you wanted as a child: astronaut (I’m not even joking; I went to Space Camp for four years before I decided I wanted to be a coroner) what’s your sign? cancer. future names of your children:  i don’t plan on having children. what are you listening to right now? this mix do you believe in fate/destiny?  I don’t know; I believe there is a path we are meant to follow through friendships but I can’t accept something that meant in every universe, in every creation of me, that I was meant to undergo as much trauma as I have - it means that whatever deity is out there is unncessarily cruel and I won’t believe that. what is your favorite color? black what is your favorite flower? titan arum aka the corpse flower. (I saw one midbloom when I was at a science camp a few years back). calla lilly. what was the first concert/show you attended? cheetah girls, in 2006. I had just turned ten and I think I cried when I found out I was going. something you are working on right now: my thesis outline. have you ever had a near-death experience? yes. multiple times. tv shows you watch regularly?  futurama, archer, star trek. last movie you watched? the fifth element. Petrichor and I had a need to watch it and I cried again at the Plavlalaguna scene. 

[apastrron-blog]

You will be so beautiful when you are old. ( won't live to see her when she's technically 'old' )

    (    THAT’S  HOW  YOU  GET  DEATHLESS,    VOLCHITSA.    a.    )

                       Her  hair  is  growing,    immaculate  strands  of  obsidian  cascading  down  her  shoulders  as  she  strips  the  bloodied  uniform  off,    leaving  olive  skin  bared  in  the  dim  lighting  of  Jim’s  room,    leaving  her  clad  in  only  her  regulation  undergarments.    The  stark  white  bandages  wrapped  around  her  waist  to  keep  the  blood  that  would  seep  from  her  slowly  healing  wounds  from  staining  anymore  of  her  uniforms,    but  the  comment  catches  her  off  guard,    umber  eyes  meeting  oceanic  blue  as  she  runs  a  washcloth  over  her  scrapes,    cleansing  herself  of  verdant  blood.    ❝    Jim,    it  is  not  possible  for  you  to  witness  the  natural  progression  of  my  age.    ❞    Clinical,    though  lurking  in  her  irises  is  a  hint  of  sadness,    suppressed  immediately  as  she  returns  to  dressing  herself,    slipping  a  new  uniform,    her  hips  moving  with  grace  as  she  slips  into  the  dark  uniform  pants.    ❝    However,    your  compliment  is  appreciated.    It  is  known  that  human  males  do  not  have  an  aesthetic  appreciation  for  women  who  have  surpassed  what  is  viewed  as  an  age  of  beauty,    despite  beauty’s  ability  to  be  subjective.    ❞    Privacy  gives  her  the  chance  to  glance  down,    letting  him  see  the  display  of  lightly  burning  ears.

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[apastrron-blog]

@astrcphysic    |    ❤    |    CHANGELINGS

                     ❝    I  saw  the  end  of  the  world.    ❞    It  is  hard  for  her  to  speak,    refusing  to  look,    despite  the  hum  of  his  device  in  her  ears.