FLYING WITH NOWHERE TO BE

Independent Star Trek Multimuse. Check the Rules to proceed.

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New blog. Same-ish Muses. For Now.

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New blog. Same-ish Muses. For Now.

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New blog. Same-ish Muses. For Now.

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New blog. Same-ish Muses. For Now.

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New blog. Same-ish Muses. For Now.

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New blog. Same-ish Muses. For Now.

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Jon looked down, and despite the growing sense of desire in the pit of his gut, he was worried about Gabriel. It was nice to feel him so close. To feel his legs interlock and keep Jon right where he wanted him. But if the closeness came at the cost of Gabriel hurting himself, then how could he enjoy this? He seemed okay, though. Settled down in a spot that didn’t make him ache. Seeing Gabriel pretend to mull his question over briefly made Jon smirk before the other man started leaning in. Jon did the same, eager for another kiss. Eager to do anything, really. And he scoffed slightly at Gabriel’s words, but nodded once. “Well, first I’d lay you on your back. That’s probably the best position for you to be in, right now.” Jon was seriously tempted to do just that, but he reeled himself back in. “And kiss you. Everywhere. Not just because you scared the hell out of me today, but you’re also seriously gorgeous, and kissing you is something I can do any day of the week.”

Teeth digging into his bottom lip, he nodded to himself in a vain effort to seem like he was considering the option. Not that it didn’t sound nice—any other time he’d be all for it—but given how he had settled himself close to Jon, he was happy. He took advantage of being able to run his hand through the other’s hair and the warmth of his body being so close. It would be a shame to ruin the moment by moving in any sort of way.

He moved his hand to rest against Jon’s chest, drumming his fingers against his chest idly. Just to feel the firm body beneath his touch. “I think that sounds amazing. However, I think I like being like this. I get to kiss you.” A point his proved by leaning forward and doing just that. “I get to touch you til I’m content. And I also get to look at that handsome face of yours. Hard to beat that, in my books.” Another kiss was pressed to Jon’ nose before he smiled. “I don’t know what i would do if I couldn’t look at that face ever again.”

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“I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.” - Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice

via @the-book-diaries

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Saw this on Twitter and wanted to share.

[zecurlyone]

I’m pretty sure religions shouldn’t function like that either but I take his point

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So apparently my Jose tags do t show up on mobile. Maybe it’s time to reboot this blog.

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Jason Isaacs x tight black T-shirts (doubling as arm porn): The appreciation post.

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therealjasonisaacs: I’m working. A long way from home. It’s insanely sweaty. I can’t speak the language. I miss my family. Everything is concrete and right angles. But I’m driving this car 5 yards in a scene later so, just for an hour, I’ll be a delirious 12 year old. They’ve literally just cut the car from the scene while I was typing this post. #StoryOfMyLife

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Well I’m in a right mood. Let’s fix this with a starter call. Hit the heart for a random muse or comment for a muse you want to thread with.

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The Kobayashi Maru - Kirk & Lorca

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admiralsdontfly‌

Lorca was seriously messed up, and Jim felt more than a little responsible. It was obvious all the talk about Tarsus IV was dredging up memories the captain wished were long gone. Jim understood wanting to forget, and he couldn’t even imagine what Lorca’d seen. Most people assumed Jim had just been another of the hungry survivors. He tried to keep it on the downlow that he was one of the few people to see Kodos and had been there that night.

“We need a change of subject, Captain,” he offered with the weakest grin of his life. “If we don’t, we need to go to another bar and get hammered.” Kirk didn’t look away from Lorca’s face. He wasn’t speaking as a subordinate or a cadet. He was talking man to man with someone who’d also seen shit no one should’ve seen. If Lorca wanted to talk, Jim would listen, but he wasn’t going to pry information out of the man.

“I’m getting posted to the Farragut. Looking forward to that. Cadet cruises are fun, great learning experiences, but I can’t wait to be doing my job…making my way to the center seat.” There was no question in Jim’s mind. He’d be a captain too someday, and he’d bust ass to get there fast just like he did most things. “Are you shipping out again any time soon? Desk jobs must bore the hell out of you.”

Gabriel shook his head as he forced a smile. Pretended to be more at ease with the joke of drinking away his memories than he was. With little left in his stomach, it was settling somewhat and that meant that he could force himself to relax despite the memories that went well beyond the massacre. He could swing things around again, maybe not be the together role model he pretended to be early on. Not when he was scratching at the tabletop with nail of his thumb to create some kind of calm. But he could at least manage something better than where things currently stood.

"I actually like being posted somewhere stable. Being in space for years at a time, away from a chance to have a nice life, ain’t for everyone.” Moving fingers toward the ring of moisture collecting on the table, he slid one through the water with a small smile. “After awhile it gets lonely. Miss out on things you took for granted before. Not that I hate my job, but there’s something nice about being on solid land for more than a few days out of the year too. Regardless of how it ended, Tarsus was nice for that reason.”

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“Bullshit, Gabriel. I know you, and that’s how I know you aren’t alright. It seems different this time. You seem different this time.” She crossed her arms and tried to hide the fact that she was proud of keeping her cool. Even with her training, he knew how to push her buttons.

“And I’m here as your friend, not your therapist. You don’t have to say anything, I don’t have to say anything.” Katrina stood up, unzipped her jacket, and pulled it off. She crossed over and stood between him and the machine. “I’d rather talk. Because you need someone to listen at least.

Fingers curling into a fist at his side, he narrowed his eyes at her. Remained tense as a wounded animal as she moved across the room to stand in front of him. Swallowing down a feeling he refused to analyze along with as much of his frustration as possible, he nodded slowly, thoughtfully.

“I seem different this time,” he repeated with a scoff. “Part of my crew were murdered. I watched four thousand people die on television, the same way the other half of the colonists because some psycho and his cronies feared a few, not a lot, maybe a hundred or so, would die waiting for help that arrived early. Nevermind the fact that I was supposed to be there with those other four thousand people that died. I--” 

His words came to a stop as the realization hit him. Not of the incident, but of how he had moved, invading Katrina’s space physically and with all the anger that wouldn’t go away. Backing far enough away so she couldn’t touch him, he pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes and rubbed at them violently. When they finally dropped back to his sides, he took a deep breath and shook his head.

“If I wasn’t different, this time, then we would have a problem.”