he reminds you of constellations

james tiberius kirk. 26. captain of the uss enterprise.

[kirknspock]

"Because the needs of the one… outweigh the needs of the many."

[owl-zone]

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'You need to read YOUR manga dude!' replied william shatner 

[nerdgasrnz]

#captains log stardate 92405.78 today i destroyed this fuckin weeb nerd; (via kaijuno)

[entrspock-blog]

Jim’s laughter is an acceptable occurence. Something about the ringing sound offering enough strength for him to wrap his fingers around the hot mug, for him to carefully lower his feet onto the floor and sit with his back as he can manage. It is not much, admittedly. “Are you one of these theoretical people who would consider a similarity between me and a small cat ‘endearing’?”

Truly, he expects no less of him. But he is not irritated— oddly, the commander opposes that sentiment. He has been called worse. This is an acceptable comparison (or is it simply the look on his face that solidifies this decision?)

He discovers the tea is refreshing, although the burning in his throat has yet to diminish. Perhaps only the passing of days will determine when the light pangs of pain will disappear. “Not much. Should it happen, Vulcan healers are reliable,” most of the times, with the exception of…this. A cold.

"I— I have gone through this before. Your meal will be sufficient. I appreciate you—" suddenly he tightly holds the mug between his hands, his nose scrunching up, the tips of his ears warming up. But the sneeze never comes.

"I do not like this, Jim."

[entrmccoy]

Bones had gone to the bridge and had found no Captain and no Second Officer. It was fine. Whatever. It was Beta Shift and it wasn’t like Leonard didn’t have better things to do than to bother the Captain and First Officer on the bridge. He had a kid, he probably had a bottle of whiskey that was getting lonely, maybe he could catch up on the football game he had missed, do some paperwork just for shits and giggles— But someone had said that second in command hadn’t looked so great when Bones had checked in. Leonard tried not to care. Really he did. Sure he was the doc on the ship, but Spock never looked that great anyway. Always a little green. For a humanoid from a planet with two suns, you would think they’d look a little less pale— "Spock," Leonard frowned, catching the alien in the rec room as he was passing by. Pausing dumbly, Leonard hovered by the door way, all civilian clothes and less work-mangled. The Doctor stepped in to not only see Spock but.. "Jim," Bones continued, frowning. Eyes passing between the two to put together what was going on. Right. He sighed.  ”Jim," he repeated, pointing at Spock like he wasn’t in the room with them. "Why didn’t bring Spock to sickbay? Can’t you see he is sick??"

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"Bones." He wished a stern look did anything to him, and he folded his arms, resting them on his knees. "Dr. M'Benga's out, and he's not going to get anyone sick, so let's relax, all right?" 

Maybe relax wasn't the right word, but he was pretty close to using some much more unprofessional terminology. And there he was again, stuck between his First Officer and his CMO, ailing and angry. He didn't mean to roll his eyes, but he did. Visibly. 

"If you wanna try to drag him off to your office, be my guest." Somehow he doubted either of the would comply peacefully to the situation. He eyed the bowl of broth and the mug, looking so innocuous, so childish. Of course the first time they come together for what feels like ages is over something so dumb. "And that's assuming you know your way around Vulcan pathology." 

Jabbing someone in the neck, after all, only worked sometimes. "Tell 'em what you said, Spock. About not wanting to go out there." He knew he hadn't actually said anything, but he hoped he could generate a cover. 

[entrspock-blog]

Spock watches him through squinting eyes, not understanding at first. He thinks he will leave; he has more important matters to attend to, does he not? Spock almost frowns. Almost.

Plomeek broth. He blinks, surprised, and then he is also staring down at carefully selected meal his captain has brought to his side. There is a fleeting projection among his rumpled mind, a tender touch of a mother and an unbreakable promise of care, one he has sworn will never be buried. It is similar, in a way. His face is warm, but not because of his malady. He cannot utter his thanks, because he feels deprived of speech by this action, this human.

He swallows, uncurling slightly, before he looks up at him and finally speaks. “It would not be ‘terrible’. Quite the opposite. Perhaps you should try Vulcan food.” But his lip twitches just so, and he thinks it is enough for Jim.

Reaching for the mug, he pauses, only to scan him again. “A kitten?”

[entrkirk-blog]

"Nah, I mean, vegan food, trying to imitate meat with other stuff. I always thought it was weird." Although he didn't intend it as an insult to Vulcan cuisine, he probably had his own jabs at it that he decided to keep quiet for now. "But I should give it a shot sometime, you're right."  

The reaction made him crack up again, and he was less ashamed this time, watching the careful expression, the sting that came from his teasing. "It's not really a bad thing. Most people wouldn't be surprised. Some people would think it's endearing."

There was a Vulcans descend from cats comment in there somewhere, that he held back. He had to hold off on teasing him too much, maybe today, maybe until next week. "I hope it's alright. My mom made me something like this once or twice when I was a kid. What about you--I mean, how often do Vulcans get sick?"

[entrspock-blog]

"I am well," is his response, instinctive; what would have been a firm statement broken by the small waver of his voice as another sneeze threatened to make him shake again. But he breathed in, instead choosing to concentrate on the other, now closer to him. His presence is pleasant. 

(He is not well, needless to say).

He closes his eyes for a brief moment. “I would rather stay here. Sickbay is not an acceptable option,” surely you would understand, he wants to add, but it is unnecessary. “And I did not think—”

A sneeze. Small, yet too loud for his liking. When he speaks his voice is equally quiet. “No sick days.”

[entrkirk-blog]

He tsks immediately, leaning forward so his elbows are on his knees, back angled towards him. "Alright, I'm temporarily relieving you of your duties. As in, I'm not letting you back onto the bridge like that, so you're taking a sick day. Besides, you look pathetic, man, like--your nose is all green. And you sneeze like a kitten." 

Jim scratches at his neck for a spare second, then spots the replicator in the corner of the room, and gets up at once to fumble with the dials. "I promise I'm doing you a favor. Nobody wants to see their first officer sick. Or their captain, but that's a different story"--and he's back to the replicator, enunciating carefully into the speaker--"uh, plomeek broth. Tea, hot, honey and lemon." 

It feels like a long wait as he brings him the little tray, and he stares down into the broth, the wedge of lemon floating in the mug until he sets it down in front of the Vulcan. He's a little satisfied with himself at his work, doting him just a little. "I'd have gotten you chicken noodle soup, but it'd have to be vegan, and that sounds fucking terrible." 

[entrspock-blog]

He shudders. It is the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes and a half (and counting, he reminds himself, a truly torturous task he simply cannot avoid).

It seems to stop, until suddenly, he covers his face and hides a noise that would have otherwise disturbed the silence in which he had (un)comfortably wrapped himself in.

He is not hiding, of course. Spock merely discovered an adequate place to curl into himself, and still have enough room to stretch, should he require so.

But peace does not last long. Footsteps approach, and he looks up.  

"Captain."

[entrkirk-blog]

The first second he sees him, his first response is to break into a grin, then he reflexively halts it. Bad. Have some empathy. Who the hell knew Vulcans got colds, anyway--with the sheer amount of control they held, be it over themselves or over situations. There was something weird about it, like seeing a parent sick. Except no, that was a bad comparison, he realized a bit too late. 

"Mr. Spock." He rolls his eyes, both a little amused and a little annoyed over his insistence on the formality. "Do you want to see Dr. M'Benga about this? Or just stay here? Up to you."

He figures he'd go for the latter. Without hesitation, he finds a chair, and pulls it up to him, sitting up straight. Mostly, it's to keep him from feeling too gawky. "That can't actually be comfortable. I mean, come on, what's your deal? You could have just taken a sick day." 

[entrkirk-blog]

2, 8, 16, 19

2. It's midnight and your character is hungry. What do they dig out of the pantry for a snack? 

All bets are off past midnight. Usually he'll fix himself some herbal tea--tea and popcorn is a personal favorite, but sometimes he'll go for something sweet, like ice cream from the replicator. 

8. Your character has a much anticipated date this evening. What do they wear? 

Usually he doesn't change his outfit other than a cleaner shirt; maybe he hung up outside the shower to get out the wrinkles, but it's not often he remembers that. Sometimes he will dab on some aftershave that smells alright if not a touch recognizable, used by every dude ever, (think Old Spice.) Then he runs a comb through his hair like a greaser and feels fine about how he looks for a solid thirty minutes to follow. 

16. Your character brings their lover over to meet the family for the first time. How does that go over? 

Really not much family these days to speak of. Whoever it is, Winona probably likes them. If Sam doesn't already know them he'll introduce them, but always has to give some fair warning about Aurelan. 

19. Your character is cooking dinner for someone they care about for the first time. What is their signature dish?

You can tell he put a lot of love into it, but his food isn't really that good. He knows his way around a kitchen, but relies more on replicators and other people cooking for him than he should. He does know how to make a pretty good mac and cheese. Throw in some alcohol to go along and it should be perfect. 

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[entrkirk-blog]

Slurred word ^-^

Bones. Bones. God I love that guy, I'd spend more time in medbay if I had less shit to do and he stopped shooing me out. Or if I stay he'll keep telling me about how I gotta treat myself better, like, I'm tryin', I really am. I love him though. I mean, God, where'd I be if somebody else was my doctor? Well, dead. 

That's not funny. Sorry. 

[entrkirk-blog]

Jocelyn, Aurelan, Joanna

Jocelyn. Jocey. Can I start calling her that? Man. She knows what's up. I mean, God, I dunno what I expected before I met her, probably some older lady just like Bones. But, like--they're good for each other. Also, she could probably stand on my chest with heels and I'd be okay with it. 

Aurelan is such--she's a sister-in-law. I think her and Sam were in some serious shit, 'cause he's such a little dweeb, and she's hot and tall and, like, every girl like that who's dated him found out he was a huge fucking nerd and then thought he was too smart for her or something? I don't know. I still don't get girls like that. Sam does, though. 

Joanna is a badass. I think she will grow up to be an admiral or something. 

[entrkirk-blog]

Slurred words (and sam too while ur at it lma o)

Hey, Spack--Spock! Spock. Goddamn it. I'm...I love that guy. I mean, fuck it, he's got that big stick up his ass, but I love him. You know he liked Moomin when he was a kid? He's great. I love him, and I love our ship, and, like. I don't know. Without the Enterprise, there would be no him. Wait--

[Embarrassingly loud laughing fit.]

Sam. That one guy calls him Samwise. Was that from Aurelan? What if Aurelan likes Lord of the Rings? Sam's great. He's gonna be a great dad. You know he's gonna be a dad, right?

[entrkirk-blog]

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

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[entrkirk-blog]

"In novels, stream of consciousness goes inside the hero’s head and you can read what he’s thinking. You don’t have that in television and so I thought that if I took a perfect person and divided him into three parts, I could have the administrative, courageous part that would be the Captain; the logical part who is the Science Officer and the humanistic part with the Doctor."  - Gene Roddenberry

[entrmccoy]

Ah, yeah. Last night. Some kind of poker shindig organized by the boys at the helm, and Leonard got an invite, but forgot about it until then. Also, he had gamma shift this week. Bones had heard a certain translator had made it too, and Bones figured he should be thanking his lucky stars he dodged a bullet. Leonard, however, couldn’t help but admire Kirk’s handsome dishevelment. Hell, he could use a damn break too. 

Leonard didn’t exactly hide his grin when he saw his friend walk out a little less captainly and full of sunshine. "Ah, what’s eatin’ you, Jim? How’d last night go?"  Leonard made himself right at home, setting down the ale on the island of the kitchen. He started going through the cabinets in attempt to locate the cups. "Well, I thought you might be dead, or ignoring your alarm, but that’s usually not your style— so I figured I’d check on ya. I just got off shift." Which there was an agenda - in the form of an ale on the island, but eh. Leonard made a glass of orange juice for his friend with the replicator, examining the cup for pulp before setting it in front of him.

"Well, you’re out of luck. Do you still have those hypos I gave you from last time? I haven’t made any hangover cocktails in awhile."

[entrkirk-blog]

"Eh, fine." The question barely registered in significance to him for a minute, and once it did, he added a quiet "oh", pacing around to the kitchen. "I mean, you know. Lost miserably, but it was fun. It's not that often you get to see Spock completely smashed." 

He thanked him quietly for the juice, taking a swig--it had that undeniable metallic tang from the replicator, and in retrospect, he wished he'd let it sit for a moment. "Hypos? Probably stuck them in the medicine cabinet."

Except he'd let so much stack up in there--washcloths, empty plastic bags, cotton pads he never used but requested from his yeoman anyway--that it'd be a pain digging through. Inevitably, there were a few unlabeled hypos hanging out in the back. And no doubt Bones would give him a hard time for his flagrant lack of organization. 

"I'm fine, though. Hair of the dog that bit ya," he added, in a mortifying exaggeration of the doctor's Georgia drawl, "am I right? What are we having?" 

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[entrmccoy]

"Knock knock, prince charming," Leonard said to the door without actually knocking. He had a bottle of whiskey under his arm, and was overriding the code with the other hand. Usually he respected personal space, but Leonard figured Jim might be dead - considering he hadn’t answered him in the last four hours via COMM. If Jim was getting laid, or otherwise having plans - Bones didn’t give a shit.

He really needed some time that wasn’t with one of his patients, or a female. To be frank. Leonard really needed this. He stood at the doorway, hand on his hips, he scanned the Captain’s quarters, wondering where the hell he went. "Uh, Jim?"

[entrkirk-blog]

He'd gotten in some sleep--which, of course, disrupted his schedule entirely, and would absolutely fuck him over come tomorrow's shift, but the few hours of nothing on his mind were well worth it. Dreamless, the shutters in his quarters shut in complete darkness, it was the only way he could block out the noise in his head. 

It was a familiar refuge. But he'd woken back up and felt like he was moving in slow motion, every movement mechanical, until he'd gotten into the shower and stood under the nearly scalding water--a real goddamn shower, not the five-minute scrub-and-go deals he was used to from a military operational. 

Sometimes he took a day to do this, to return to humanity after weeks of clockwork behavior. Otherwise he'd snap. It was all that he could hang onto and be certain wouldn't let him go. That, and food, and sex, and drinking, good God where would any of them be without drinking--

"Christ, Bones, make yourself at home." He'd pulled on a thin shirt before he noticed his CMO standing in the door. He fumbled with the remote on his PADD, opening the shutters again, bringing some light in. "Did I miss--did you call me, or something? I just, like, K.O.'d for a bit. Still kinda feel like I'm dead. What's going on?" 

[spicyshimmy-blog]

jim kirk, entj : extremely nerdy thoughtful jim

spock, intj: interesting nerd, that jim

leonard mccoy, esfj: emotionally shouting “FUCKING. JIM.”