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Indie Lt. Malcolm Reed from Star Trek: Enterprise Tactical Officer aboard the United Earth starship NX-01 Enterprise Read the rules when following & bio if interacting || selective

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surprise just a quick drop in because i revamped mal on @lifedeathpeacewar if any of you for some reaosn still follow this blog and wanna keep interacting with me. this blog is dead basically.

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So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the past and the future and... I’m going to be leaving this blog. It’s all for personal reasons at this point and I don’t necessarily want to go into them now, because most people who are close to me on discord have heard about it. I’m not deleting this blog, but I won’t be here anymore and maybe someday I’ll come back and pick him up again. If you still want to write with me, my main blog is my multi @lifedeathpeacewar and I do have a discord where I will continue to write Mal, but I won’t do it on tumblr anymore. I’ve had great memories on here and I love all my writing partners so much but um... It’s time for me to take my bow and leave. If you want to do my discord where I still will be writing him, just send me a message. So thank you all for what you’ve done for me. 

Best of luck to you all. 

-Leo

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gammaxshift:

A cup of coffee and a plate of food in hand, Joss looked around the room for a place to sit and spotted Reed sitting on his own. Kemper and Chang were a couple of tables away but his feet brought him to Reed’s table. “Lieutenant,” he greeted to get the man’s attention, once he was next to the table where the armory officer was currently seated. “May I join you?”

Malcolm looked up from his breakfast and blinked at Hayes. “Of course, Major,” he indicated to the chair across from him and looked back at his PADD. He knew he would probably have to talk to Hayes so he tucked the PADD away, the reply to his sister’s letter could wait. “How are you today, Major?”

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by Brandon Moreno

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warpborn:

The Captain was a bit reluctant to let him go. Jon didn’t like to leave things unsettled. But this situation required a bit more sensitivity. Malcolm was a private man. He needed time to himself, and Jon had to remind himself of that when he dipped his head. “Dismissed.” He replied lightly, offering a half-smirk.

Malcolm nodded and turned to leave the ready room, steps light as he crossed the bridge and headed down to the armoury, he had more than enough to think about. He knew though, he’d have to talk to the captain more sooner or later, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for it. 

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starraised:

“… I do believe I was straightforward.” Well, that had gone well. The Cardassian squinted at Reed, trying to decide how he FELT about the other – he’d done some research, and his contacts had said the fellow was a member of the unspoken of Section 31. That information hadn’t been from the most RELIABLE source, but he kept it in the back of his mind. "Regardless – I’m Garak, and I make a point of getting to know our new guests aboard Deep Space Nine.”

“Mister Garak, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’m not planning on staying here long,” he said with a shrug, he knew Starfleet would probably try to get him back to his own time as soon as possible. He crossed his legs as he sat at the bar, raising an eyebrow. “So why choose me to interact with, Mr. Garak?”

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warpborn:

It wasn’t too long of a drive to Malcolm’s house. Or maybe being more than a little tipsy made the time pass faster. Regardless, Jon rolled down the window once he neared, and he was pleased to able to smell the salt water in the distance. A smell he very much liked. “Almost there.” He commented cheekily, nudging Malcolm. “Let’s hope the water isn’t too cold.”

“You need to sober up before you can swim,” Malcolm sighed, looking at the clock on his car’s dash. “And it might be too late. You’ll need to get to bed so you don’t have as awful of a headache in the morning,” he knew he probably sounded like a bore, but it was all for Jon’s safety. 

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bucketxfsunshine:

Charlie blushed more and shook her head.

“Do I really have to leave the nest, Dad? What if I don’t want to go? -I want you to be happy, but the world is scary, and I don’t want to go there.”

Malcolm sat down next to her and smiled. “You do. I will always be here to support you, but you don’t know what’s out there until you go,” he gently squeezed her hand and let out a soft sigh. “I don’t want you to leave either, but you’re an adult and you need to leave the nest.”

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Hi sorry I haven’t been here much I’m stressed and shit if you wanna talk hit me up in IM for my discord if ur a mutual.

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warpborn:

Jon kept his breathing consistent throughout the hug, trying to be a comforting presence to Malcolm. But then the Lieutenant pulled away, wiping the tears from his cheeks. And the sight made Jon frown. Made his heart tight, because he couldn’t think of a time he’s ever seen Malcolm Reed cry. “I think you should put some more thought into whether you really want to leave or not.” He asked, keeping his tone flat and calm.

“Yes, sir,” he sniffled, still not looking up to Jon at all. “May I be dismissed?” Malcolm felt his feet nervously shift and his hands dropped to his sides, nervously playing with the fabric of his uniform. “I believe I need to go think about this while I go work on those armoury repairs.”

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infiinitepossibilities:

Possessing certain empathetic talents didn’t lessen his shock at the moment. He was used to their arguing–one sided though it usually was. To have Malcolm playing with his hair as he leaned into the other’s touch was unexpected to say the least. “I missed you as well, chkariya.”

“I still hate that nickname,” he mumbled, still playing with his hair, gently twirling it. His fingers traced the shell of Sybok’s ear and he just smiled, letting himself relax with the other man for once. 

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bucketxfsunshine:

“I’m not going to tell you. I’m just going to make sure to look twice before sending revealing photos of myself is all.”

Charlie was bright red. She couldn’t believe this had happened. She was just glad that she was dressed now. That would have been even worse.

“Alright. But if you want to talk about it... Not the nudes but whoever you’re dating, I don’t have a problem with it,” he shrugged and leaned against the door frame. “I may have been single the whole time I raised you but I have been in a relationship and I’m thinking of finding someone again now that you’re leaving the nest.”

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Jon had been the one to start this. He’d been kissing Malcolm, trying to persuade him to stay for an extra ten minutes. And yet, his words made the Captain laugh lowly, eyes averting. “I can be quiet.” Jon replied lowly, teasingly. He smiled while his head leaned into Malcolm’s hand. “Can you say the same?”

“Jon I barely make a sound, I am a spy after all,” he teased, leaning his head against Jon’s with a smile. “You have an away mission to lead, Captain, I think you should get to it,” Malcolm teased, squeezing Jon's hand before picking up his away pack and slinging it over his shoulder. “I believe the science department is waiting for us.”

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FAIRY TALE AESTHETICS: BROTHERS GRIMM VERSION

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SNOW WHITE.

jade trinket boxes. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy. long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison. an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS.

a blunt axe. a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. shallow rivers. aching feet. walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. blinding lights.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST.

lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads.sparkling snow. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUEBEARD.

a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE SIX SWANS.

sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn.silver crowns.

LITTLE RED CAP.

wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. sharp teeth. curtains drawn. a dying fireplace. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches.opening corks with a satisfying pop. looking someone directly in the eye.

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Malcolm tapped at J’s PADD as Awena spoke. “I think he took it, bloody shark,” he smiled teasingly, looking under the desk, wondering if one of the kids took it. “I thought he was off today as well. Why’d the Brass come get him?”

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lol im straight!!!!!!

just kidding april fools haha. what a terrifying prank. can u even imagine