G O D L I K E

 ind.  &  aos based Gary Mitchell

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        I got access back to my precious son, I lost access to my mail for this account         but I could work around it....I’m so happy not having lost this account forever

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[plcuvoir]

I want a time travel au where muse a keeps going back into the past to different places and different time periods but always finds their way to muse b. give me muse b waiting decades before muse a visits again, the mystery of how muse b never ages. the stress that muse a feels when they know the world is on the brink of a world war, the constant need to be together. maybe muse a doesn’t believe in fate while muse b does – either way, they know that something keeps bringing them back together.

[whooh-rpmusings]

                                                             This man is dead                                                                 He is no more                                                          He died a little each day

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       hello everyone. it’s been ages since i’ve been online on discord but          i’m not only trying to be online here on tumblr but also there. if you wanna          talk, plot or rp (shortish things, because i have zero spell check on my phone) -          hmu (gcdlikc#6680)  and let me preferably know who you are if your name          isn’t similar to you blog one. 

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𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕕:

        “….If everybody truly believed that,” Leonard hums, his attention split between Gary’s words and the proto-plaser currently knitting the cut on the Lieutenant’s forearm back together, “…we’d all still be fightin’ pointless wars over land and money on Earth, rather than out here, sailing the stars in the name of science.” 

          He glances up at Mitchell, mouth quirked in polite camaraderie. “…Besides, I thought you liked change. Yer transfer to the Enterprise has been alright, hasn’t it?”  

       “But aren’t we still fighting battles and wars in name of peace somewhere else?”           An eyebrow rose in question. True, the Enterprise was far away from being a           warship but still...they weren’t defenceless. And there were battles in Starfleet’s           history. Humans were unfortunately not the most peaceful species in the galaxies.           So many wars fought just among themselves in their past. They just relocated the           grounds of blood shed.               “That was good change but there’s a lot of bad change. Changes we can’t undo.           Changes which happen no matter how we try them not to happen. Trust me, Leonard,           I’m familiar with them.” For a moment his gaze lingered absently in mid-air. “With           fighting against them. But in the end you have to adapt to SURVIVE. Isn’t that           what makes us human? The will of survival?” Not that he expected the other to           understand. “Does it going to scar?” Maybe it was better if he changed the topic,           he already said too much. Yet not enough.    

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MAKE  YOUR  MUSE  AS  A  CAT - LOAF    !

tagged by stolen from: @betterbekiddingme​ tagging: everyone who hasn’t done the thing :D 

[jessiemieli]

#same

[ohisms]

    there’s  a  future  version  of  me     who’s  PROUD  that  i  was  strong  enough

[caltsoudas]

My cover for Star Trek Boldly Go issue #11

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ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕓:

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s…weird at all,” he replied cautiously. He still wasn’t sure how he had lasted this long in the conversation. Less than this and he’d normally be on his way back home by now. He was still never comfortable talking to people, even with a stronger voice and not so much of a stutter anymore. That only came along with extreme nerves or too much caffeine, not like that ever stopped him before. “Oh, thanks. I think it suits me, too. You’re– You said that. It’s nice to meet you, Gary,” he added with a nod and a smile before he shook his head at himself and looked down a little.

“No hurry,” he said, mostly to himself but a confused look came across his brows as he looked up at the other sharply. “Oh– Oh, it’s…okay…” he said slowly, nodding his head. “You don’t have to– I can take it, I don’t mind, I just–” He couldn’t stand here and embarrass himself anymore.

     Breath in, breath out. Relax. Having any kind of meltdown on his first day of work        would ruin his day. Not starting to talk about his possible career. Plus it would        probably made Caleb much more uncomfortable which was bad. Very bad. How        did this escalate so quickly? Where did they take the wrong turn from normal        and polite conversation to this MESS? God, what had he done?          “Uhm... okay.” Awkwardly he nodded before he put down the cup in front of Caleb.        “I’m really sorry...this”, he gestured vaguely towards the coffe, “is on the house.”        He just couldn’t ask for money - that would make it way worse. “I’m normally        not like this. I...I’m sorry.” The flush slowly grew, passing his neck before it reached        skin hidden under black cotton. Brown eyes glanced a last time at the man on        the other site of the counter before they were fixed on the bowl filled with small        little packets of sugar. “Have a nice day.” See you probably never again.   

[secondbcrnpiracy]

“I don’t ‘write’ my characters, I just watch them do stupid shit and write up the incident report.”

— Inebriatednovelist (via inebriatednovelist)

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                        » The knight in shining armour slew the dragon. He just lost                         the damsel in progress. This wasn’t a fairytale - SACRIFICES                         had to been made. This was - after all - the real world,  not                         a children’s book. «                                     independent & aos based Gary Mitchell                                     penned by Daisy

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ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕓:

That smile. Damn, he thought to himself. He’s really cute. And shit, he was complementing Caleb. This was the part of the conversation where he was beginning to breakdown on the normal conventions of human interaction and he really just wanted to get his coffee and go. The whole conversation was beginning to overstimulate him and he felt even more exhausted than before.

But the smile and kind words of this very cute barista were making him want to stay exactly where he was. “I— Uh, thanks,” he managed to get out, nodding his head. “Uhm, yes cream. Uh, p-please,” he stammered, almost forgetting his manners. “Yes please,” he added, a little more confident. “I’m—” he started before he shook his head unsurely. “I’m Caleb, by the way.”

    “You’re welcome...”  That’s not what he wanted to say. That’s definitely not what he       should have said. “I mean...I don’t know, I just kinda now? Is that weird?” Yes. To       the moon and back weird. Major Tom to ground control, a brain is lost in space.       Beyond control and reach. Maybe just melted.       As the other started to talk again, he could not hold another smile back. Oh yes,       definitely melted. Like ice in sunshine.  “Caleb?” Like a parrot his voice, lightly       unsure, echoed back. “That’s nice...it suits you.” Urgh, what a stupid thing to say.       For a moment Gary wondered if it made look even more stupid when he slammed       his head against the counter. Repeatedly. “I’m Gary.” Well done, Gary, well       done - now Caleb must think that he was not even stupid but also a moron. He       literally just had shown him his name tag. Like two minutes ago. He took a deep breath       before he tried to focus. Making latte art was not his strong fortune. Actually he could       just do hearts and leaves. Not that it was appropriate to give out hearts. A little too late.         “Uhm...” His brain FROZE before he starred at the coffee before him. “Are you in a       hurry?” He just couldn’t give this guy his coffee with an abysmal foam heart.       “I...kinda made a mistake?” A big one. Mission abort.