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Now, Write Your Stories, Dear Author. And Shape The Cosmos... indie multimuse. penned by X. est. nov 2017 ---- &

[stellalinguistica]

okay so.

I’ve not been around for a while. sorry fam. and i wish this was an announcement that I’m coming back and doing drafts but today it’s not. 

This week has brought about things that have brought about serious anxiety and worry and just a whole lot of “Xariel Not Having A Good Time TM”. My mental health is seriously tanking rn and, i guess this is me saying i’m taking a break from the trek rpc for a bit. 

This is about me, not my mutuals. This is for my sake and mine alone, and it’s purely selfish. but right now, i just can’t do this. I just, can’t. and I hope those of you who know sorta what’s going on, that you understand, and give me some space and your support. 

I know that last bit is kinda, contradictory but that’s my emotions right now. and I need to sort them out before i accidently hurt someone, and that someone includes myself. 

I love you all, and you can still reach me on Discord (assigned feral at birth #5125) and on Skype, @scifipuppet.

it’s been real,

-Xariel

[galaxieswithinoureyes]

“I think we did it, high five!” // for daniels, obviously.

The Try Guys Cook Bagels Without A Recipe sentence starters. // still accepting

With a slight roll of his Daniels holds up a hand to humor her, “Don’t celebrate just yet, we still have clean up to do,”

[dappymemes]

The Try Guys Cook Bagels Without A Recipe sentence starters.

“This is both illegal and kind of unethical.” 

“I’m a masterbaker!” 

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I’ve made borderline poison twice now.” 

“I hope we’ve got enough beer to fill an entire pot.” 

“You brought water from New York?”

“I don’t care about most things.” 

“Almost definitely, but go for it, dude.” 

“Needs More Beer.” 

“That feels just like an ass.”

“Do they make stock images of that?” 

“Oh no, what’d I do?”

“This looks like I’m handling human flesh.” 

“I’m impressed and surprised that both of ours are holding their shapes.”

“I’m pretty confident at this point.” 

“The fuck am I supposed to do with this?”

“Are they supposed to be so gooey?” 

“It’s your fucking water, man.” 

“They told me to put vinegar in there.”

“It looks like a wrinkly, old dick.” 

“I’ve been able to reestablish some holes.”

“It’s snowing sesame seeds.”

“I put oil on all of them.” 

“I think we did it, high five!” 

“I fully expect this to be entirely disastrous.” 

“Great seed coverage.” 

“I would give this three stars on yelp.”

“I had them ship over New York water.” 

“Did I make New York proud?” 

“Catch me, I’m falling!” 

“Or as I like to call them ‘Daddy’s Favorite’.” 

“I was expecting to be able to pick them up easily.” 

“There’s just things coming out of it.” 

“I don’t wanna eat this.”

“I think you should pursue other means of honoring your father.” 

“I like to be challenged by food.” 

“It does some stuff to your brain!” 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” 

“I flew water over the country for you!” 

“Y’all came in salty!” 

“That doughy bullshit?!”

“It’s pepper spray on a bagel!” 

“Are you closing ranks?”

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[stellalinguistica]

bc of IRL BS I will not be around today, tomorrow, or sunday, possibly longer. not here or on discord. 

[galaxieswithinoureyes]

tiimecrash

Jamie Burke arched a brow at the device, “I feel like you have to say over.” The young lady perked her lips as she snickered to the call names ( or nicknames rather ) she gave them. “I do need assistance. I need to take out the temporal trashbag.” This was surely the most awkward conversation she had ever had, it was his fault though. He shouldn’t have told her he was a time-traveller.

From behind the crate he was using as a hiding spot, Daniels’ face morphed into one of confusion, his nose scrunching as his eyebrow shot up. “What?” his voice low, and laced with bewilderment.  Was she asking him out on a date using their only form of communication at the moment?

“I...Will have to get back to you on that I think. Anything else?” he keeps his voice quiet, “I’m almost done, and then I believe I need to show you something.” 

He’d had to show Archer for him to finally grasp that he was telling the truth; of course, he would have to do so for Jaime Burke. 

Jaime Burke was something of an anomaly to him, but that was not a thought to think about at this time, he knew. 

[tiimecrash-a]

@galaxieswithinoureyes​ ( Agent Daniels ) gets a random thing.

“Come in temporal trashbag. This is your garbage collector, over.” 

[galaxieswithinoureyes]

“Temporal Trashbag?” 

Daniels closes his eyes and exhales slowly. It was one mission; internally he regrets telling her his true identity but he knew he had really no other plan of action. “Do you need assistance, Garbage Collector?”  a pause, “And you don’t need to say ‘over’ on these devices, this is not 1967.” 

[ltvulcan]

open for mutuals !

      every bit of tuvok’s concentration was centered on the kal-toh board. he turns the thin metal piece in his fingers as he focuses on the SEEMINGLY-CHAOTIC board. and then, after several more silent moments of contemplation, the vulcan sets his piece on the very top. the jumbled chaos of the game pieces immediately shift into a shape that is even - BALANCED on all sides, as it should be. 

      ❝ kal-toh, ❞  tuvok says calmly, looking up to his opponent. 

[galaxieswithinoureyes]

Va’Lyn watched Commander Tuvok with knees tucked beneath their body as their opponent finishes the ancient puzzle, and Va’Lyn’s brow raises in near wonder. Silently tucking a loose strand of hair behind their ear, being sure to keep a stoic expression as the shape clicked out of a chaotic lump into a clear and logical completed shape.

They nod, ❝ How many years did it take for you to master this? ❞

[spaacemusings]

                             memories do not always soften with time                                      some grow edges like knives

[static-warp-bubble]

[Under Appreciated Star Trek Characters] Major Hayes

[pois0niv3y]

[cosmicbeastie]

“Then send someone else.”

“I won’t do that.”

[galaxieswithinoureyes]

new verse for Hayes; group verse for; humanity’s first interstellar station 

Hayes grew up in a small town with his aunt and 4 siblings, working the farm and winery from a young age, having had to move from his father’s house after he was KIA as military personnel in space. 

18 years after his father’s death, he accepts a job on the very station that had caused him to lose his father when he was eight years old. When he first boards the station he’s filled with some amount of resentment towards the station, but also a sense of curiosity of what the station will have to offer.

Once he settles in, he invites his daughter and wife to come live with him on the station so he’s not far from home. Unfortunately, his wife Selena dies when she was working late in the lab from a freak accident and ever since Hayes has been raising his daughter alone. He still blames himself for it.

[galaxieswithinoureyes]

Crew

@infinitelydiverse liked for a starter !

Captain Chase sat in her office reading over Nathaniel’s file on her PADD, sipping a mug of tea- in the corner of her ready room, her fish Sweed swam quietly in its tank. A new officer on her ship, a transfer from Section 31, much to her annoyance. 

She’d dealt with the section before, sometimes for one-off missions, and one particularly nasty encounter that she now tried to forget altogether. Nevertheless, she wasn’t about to judge the individual to the standards of the organisation; she just knew she needed to keep it in mind. 

[galaxieswithinoureyes]

gammaxshift

Declan’s eyes went to check the corridor, making sure no one was close enough to hear them talking. For some reason, the crew still thought that they were just two people who happened to have the same last name. And he still didn’t bother to correct them. Having one finding out right now would be the worst timing.

“I’m quite sure I’m supposed to stay here and stand in front of your door…to prevent you from, uh, trying to retake the ship,” he said with a small wince, the words felt strange coming out of his mouth. “At least until I have to report to the armory later.”

He still didn’t know the full story of what happened, other than suddenly the armory was under MACO’s guard. Then Lieutenant Reed showed up with SubCommander T’Pol, the MACOs went down, and he was ordered to follow the senior officers because he just happened to be in the armory. His luck had it that he went with Reed and T’Pol to the Bridge as Commander Tucker went towards the transporter pad.

And now here he was, guarding the door to his father’s quarters, basically to stop him from doing what Reed just did to the MACO. He returned the sad smile. “You probably should let the door closed, Dad.”

At that moment, there was nothing Jem wanted to do more than pull his son into a comforting hug. He could tell this wasn’t easy for Declan, nor was it for him, and it pained and angered him to the core, and he kept it there under a professional mask, letting his features soften slightly.

‘ Dammit Reed. ’

“I won’t be going anywhere,” he says finally, “Even I have to admit, the takeover was...kind of impressive- I never saw it coming.” Jem was annoyed at himself but even he had to question if there really was something going on that he wasn’t aware of. 

He hated working in space; too many unknown variables to consider if you were even aware of them in the first place- Earth, even other planets, were more predictable and more in his comfort zone. He didn’t like not knowing things, especially when it came to the chain of Command.

“...I Probably should, shouldn’t I?” he chuckles mirthlessly, letting his head drop for a second before looking back up at his son with a smile, “I’ll see you in a few hours...when they finally tell us what’s going on.” 

He presses the button and lets the doors close automatically, leaving him alone in his quarters as he plots himself down on his bed, pulls out a book and picks up where he left off last. 

[galaxieswithinoureyes]

Tag Update-Jenaiie

[brxknbxnes]

a slow burn ship/plot of two best friends (a “straight” one and a gay one omg) where the gay one is just really casual/nonchalant and flirts with his straight friend bc that’s just who he is and the straight friend is fine with it (bc i am NOT HERE for those homophobic types who can’t even let their friend joke around with them like jfc) and like… just eventually they get really drunk/high/etc one night and things end up happening and it’s kind of just like? a snowball effect of the straight one questioning about if he’s actually straight and then it leads to just… a cute relationship where it’s just like “we’re dating now but like before anything you’re my best friend. we might break up, or fight, or whatever, but you will always be my best friend” and just CUTE SHIPPY SHIT FAM with only a little smut thrown in (okay maybe occasionally a lot, i just want this to be more about their relationship than their sex k fam)