Too close to the sun

"I have no idea what I'm supposed to do; I only know what I can do." There is no flight as glorious as the one that starts with a fall- if you are brave enough to seize it before you hit the ground.

[spicyshimmy-blog]

BONES DON’T READ THIS ok this one’s for spock. you know how you always say fascinating and you’re like “fascinating” and sometimes you’re like “fascinating” and you raise your eyebrow and you’re thinking “fascinating” and ok bones isn’t reading this anymore i definitely touched some flowers on the away mission when bones made me promise not to. my hand is purple and kinda glowing. we gotta fix this

[asrielsarchive]

xxviii.

[asapscience]

[icarusxrising]

A UFO caught on tape!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fffcuk-deactivated20130422]

[ripperisms-deactivated20161017]

does your muse ever get jealous over dumb things even if it’s in another verse they just “[ points ] THAT’S MY FUCKING PERSON”

[imadoctornotablog]

Doesn’t matter, there’s a system in place and at some point you were exposed to it. I figured if you knew how to wipe your own ass and were still breathing you musta picked up something.

Because as much as you love physicals, you hate when they make you unfit for landing parties on potentially dangerous planets.

[icarusxrising]

Wouldn't you say it's arguable, though, that cultural expectations also push some of that system onto us? If it wasn't for the direct pressure of our peers, plenty of people might disregard that system entirely. [He likes debates for sport, and can wipe his ass just fine, thanks.]

Oh come on, a piece of cake is not going to kill me in a situation where me without cake would survive! I mean if all I ate was cake, sure, but I've been good lately.

[icarusxrising]

[Jim's ranting about something again, probably Starfleet regulation and policy and how it's a load of bullshit when it comes down to doing the right thing and how they should change that, when Leo gets a strange look on his face, reaches out, and ruffles Jim's hair.]

[He’s being rather animated about it, too- hands waving in the air and walking back and forth, but he stops dead as his hair’s mussed. Something between puffed-out cheeks and what might be a severe blush creeping up his neck. It’s several moments before he says anything again, hands still where they were.]

…Damn it, Bones, I forgot what I was saying.

[imadoctornotablog]

Every day, kid. Every [small nip at the neck] goddamn [kiss to sooth the nip] day. [His hands work their way around Jim’s chest to his back, forcing his gold shirt to ride up to just under his arms while also giving Leo an intimate mental map of the underside of Jim’s ribs, just below the wings of his shoulders.] For months!

[The grin spreading across his face though, well, it can only be described as positively wicked.] You’re allowed whatever you think, Jim. [He ducks down to chase Jim’s shirt up his ribs, his hands dictating Jim’s shoulders back so he can work the shirt onto his shoulders. If he works this right he can get Jim’s shirt off his arms and over his head in one move. Meanwhile his mouth works its way up the center of Jim’s abs to his chest, giving more incentive to remove the offending piece of clothing.] But we both know better.

[There, the shirt was now snagged over the curve of the backs of Jim’s shoulders. Leo’s hands swivel around to Jim’s pecs, brushing briefly over the nipples, and branching out up the underside of Jim’s arms, rolling his shirt up until it tents over Jim’s head and arms.] C’mon, Jim. You know you’re the prettiest thing when everyone is looking.

[The shirt pops off Jim’s head, leaving him looking slightly ruffled and probably unamused by Leo’s undressing him so quickly, but it also gives them a brief moment of eye contact, where Leo feels all the warmth he’s ever felt towards the younger man surface with no interference from him.]

But I see you when no one’s looking, kid, and let me tell you, [his hand comes up to trace Jim’s cheek] you’ve got a pretty soul under that face, and the most beautiful heart I’ve seen.

[He leans in again, but instead of falling on Jim’s lips his mouth falls into the dip of Jim’s collar, still talking around muscle and bone] So I’m going to make you writhe, and moan, and if I can, scream, because it’ll mean for once someone’s taking care of your every pleasure. Think you can do that?

[icarusxrising]

[Teeth on his neck, the sting driving the words harder, as if to emphasize how clearly he's surrendering himself. The heat of hands on his ribs feels like it burns into him, leaves imprints as he breathes that will never go away. Soft, rasping noises fall off his lips, fingers tangling in his own clothes as he tries to breathe and speak all at once.] You wanted me that long, but why, why didn't you say, I was-?

[I was waiting. But it doesn't matter, passed and gone as Leo works him out of his clothes; Jim all too pliable and eager in his hands, not for the sake of seducing with the agile curve of his spine and cant of his hips (like so many times before) but for sheer need to be out of the trap of fabric, closer, take anything you want just touch me please-]

[Words are failing him, caught in the back of his throat as he stares with blue eyes gone nearly black. He's always know he's pretty, has used it enough times to be sure of its weight and value, but Leo has never needed cunning ploys or given a damn for the face before the soul of a person. It's one of those unspoken laws of the universe, something that's held Jim up on the last inch of his last leg when nothing else was reliable; whatever care his best friend gave him was entirely free of charge, based on some worth the man saw that Jim could never fathom in himself.]

[It leaves him shaking, arms lifting to curl over the back of Leo's neck, pulling him closer, legs gripping tight.]

I didn't think you were looking. [Raw, vulnerable, the last thing he should have said- the last thing he'd ever say to another person because he doesn't flinch and doesn't falter, never let them see you hesitate or they'll eat you alive, they'll see that you're nothing but bottled bravado and a gut instinct for trouble. He'll see, he'll know, but hasn't he always been the one that knew all along? There's nothing to hide because Leo knows it already, and the ache of heat and want running through Jim's guts is sharing brain space with the growing need to drop the last of his artifice and let Leo have him at his worst, let him get all the secret places that Jim's locked away for most of his life.]

[It started with mending, hands that healed his skin after others had split it; there's no part of Jim that hasn't somehow fallen into Leo's care anyways, from the nerves in his spine to the rapid thump under his sternum.] Yeah. [Softer, slower, permission granted all the same.] I'm all yours. [I always was.]

[mccoysm]

I’m flying blind.

[mssupportks]

by Aurelien Police

[mattydontstart]

"Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence."

[imadoctornotablog]

M!A: Rewound: Part 2

[imadoctornotablog]

In any other circumstance, he’d find the Captain a good man. Objectively, he knows that, he’s lived a lifetime of determining the good men from the bad. Hell, he knew that upon waking, because any ship he worked on he’d’ve screened the entirety of the chain of command before attempting (and apparently on this chain, he’s pretty high up). There was something about taking bad orders from a good man he trusted.

So when he hears the Captain’s voice, too deep in his own puzzling to automatically throw up an emotional barrier, he answers automatically. “Yeah, can you tell me what you know about electrochemical devices?”

[icarusxrising]

Not so stiff of a dance around each other, today. Who knew how long it'd last- probably only until Jim managed to shove a foot into his mouth again- but it was a small blessing. The minutes he doesn't have to spend with a tight, fake smile on his face are the ones that keep him going through the day.

Grateful for the neutral topic to focus on, he slips into the lab, walking around the table to examine the data screen. "It isn't my field," he admits, blue eyes catching the glare from the computer, "but nothing comes on my ship that I don't at least know the basics of." Jim almost slips and mentions we talked about these, you were excited to get this model; bites it back, out of practice, because he's used to it. "The finer points of their use escape me, but the programming is easy enough. What do you need me to do with it?"

[icarusxrising]

[It's okay, though, because you know what I have in my drafts? Sweet, passionate, love confession on the sofa pre-Rewound sex. ]

[imadoctornotablog]

[so Rewound is the first draft, Megan. You ready for this?]

[icarusxrising]

[Oh fuck me sideways-

Yes. Bring it.]

[imadoctornotablog]

Actually, in one form or another, there is usually a pool of knowledge people draw from, not universal but more localized, usually in a parental figure, but regardless we all have a period of time where we learn the basic stradegies to survive.

You can live without cake, Jim.

[icarusxrising]

Well, as easily accessible as global information is now, the parameters of 'locality' are pretty blurry even out in the sticks, you know. According to you, I never learned those strategies.

I can, but why would I want to?

[icarusxrising]

[It's pretty tentative, but it looks like I'm stretching Jim's wings a bit, again. A lot has happened personally, though, and I will have to clean out a lot of drafts that I can't answer. Sorry in advance.]

[icarusxrising]

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[iamnevertheone]

you like being the only genius level repeat offender in the midwest? maybe I love it.