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i was going, mother, to pick roses, TO FIND DEATH.
jean * / firefated !
“ well yeah. no casualties means success. it’s just been too quiet. ” which jean loved, until it caused her mind to rot with boredom. something so easily achieved when her inner workings are deprived of science or raw intellect. but jean trusts her friend dearly in her capabilities to formulate ways to keep the cogs turning. for losing control in galaxies far from home & her known friend to keep the monster at bay, would be c a t a s t r o p h i c. “ shoot. i’m all ears. ”
“ OKAY, SO ------------ ” there is a glimmer in uhura’s eyes which means trouble. fingers steepled in front of her, she gives off the appearance of someone deep in thought, however the way her lips cannot quite manage to still their twitching gives her away. “ we could either steal pavel’s brandy, or open up the bottle of chocolate rum someone got me as a gift back on our last shore leave, ” she’s out of wine as of last week, and the replicated stuff tastes like chalk, despite scotty’s best efforts. “ when was the last time we had a proper sleep - over ?? c’mon i’ll let you paint my nails and chose the movie. i’ll even deal with len about the hangover hypo tomorrow. ”
…şu değersiz hayatıma sen anlam kattın.
cain * / cailicah !
SHE PUSHES HIS face and he slinks down out of the way, dipping out of her reach and away from the small bush that is, in fact, leaking. “ no, i literally mean it’s leaking ! look ! “ a finger juts out towards the lower half of the basketball-sized thing, where a thin, violet stream of viscous liquid dribbles from the barely exposed base. “ i don’t know what happened, it just started up ! “
IT’S HARDLY THE WEIRDEST thing they have seen. they have been transported into alternative timelines, and she has seen scotty as a literal glob of gas, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise. it still does ------- there are some things you just don’t get used to. weird flora is apparently one of them. and nothing starts leaking for no reason. “ did you . . . touch the bush ?? brush past it ?? ” she’s pretty sure she shouldn’t be leaning closer, but does anyway. “ maybe it’s a defence mechanism ?? ”
Kirk: Uhura is not a queen, she is THE queen.
#ur fave starfleet officers could never #this cracks me up though like in both movies there’s been a moment like #’SHIT IS FUCKED ON THE BRIDGE’ #’GET SOMEONE WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY’RE DOING THERE’ #and invariably #carol and uhura have to take care of it #like i imagine on the five year mission they have time trials going #and none of the boys can beat them #also running in miniskirts 101 must be a class at the academy #because h o w (tags via numbtongue)
jim * / cosmicanomcly !
SARDONIC LAUGHTER IS ON HIS TONGUE. jim shakes his head, squeezing their hands together. it’s a comforting gesture, one he has no desire to part from. tongue sweeps across his lower lip before he speaks. “sounds about right. jim kirk, hero of the day. beating the bad guys with his charm and body” another laugh, this one filled with slight mirth. they reach the beam point and jim tries his communicator. “kirk to enterprise, two to be up. now!”
IN RETROSPECT, JIM IS NOT, technically, wrong. he did manage to beat the bad guys, although he had been the one to insult them in the first place, so nyota is pretty sure the two elements render one another void. she’s not about to tell him that, though. “ at least your shirt is intact this time, captain, ” but the humour is quickly draining from her face when the comm’s only response is static. she steps closer to him, presses her uninjured arm against his. even so, her stance is wholly professional, and she slips into her role of lieutenant just as easily. “ ------- i think the planet’s atmosphere is interfering with the frequencies, sir. i do not believe the natives have the technology necessary to buffer transmission. ”
“You hurt. It’s okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.”
— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman
Now I am clothed in gold air with one dozen halos glistening on my skin.
Anne Sexton, from “Hurry Up Please It’s Time” featured in The Complete Poems
zero ninety - nine * / rootkill !
ninety-nine relaxes only slightly even the wall that kept them apart disintegrates before her very eyes which are quickly drawn to the two security guards and their phasers. they narrow with suspicion / she throws a questioning glance your way but doesn’t recoil when you offer her your hand. akin to a wounded animal she hesitatingly approaches / bright hues boring into yours as she softly takes your hand into hers / shivering as her cold skin collides with your radiating warmth. mute / she merely nods in approval / focusing her full attention on you / scared the security guards would set her off. she is far from stable and from the look they give her she can tell she’s nothing more than a beast that should be kept in a cage / in their eyes anyway. you however are different / kind and patient / something entirely foreign to her. she’s quick to take refuge behind you / clinging onto your arm / her face pressed against your back like a terrified child.
HER HEART ACHES. it twists and tugs and bleeds, shatters in so many pieces she does not think she would ever be able to find them all. who would do this to anyone, let alone child ?? who would be cruel enough to instil this type of fear into someone so powerless ?? there is bile on her tongue / her blood boils with anger. still, she wraps an arm around her, holds her close in an attempt to instil a sense of calm. thankfully, the halls are deserted enough and the walk to her quarters is not long. the security officers remain posted outside the door, and she’s got her comm, but there is a comfortable couch in here and it’s warmer than the cell. she tries for a smile. it comes off as a little strained. “ do you want some tea ?? actually, i think i have some hot chocolate stashed somewhere. ”
I like you; your eyes are full of language.
Anne Sexton
cain * / cailicah !
“ yeah, but at least if i die on a planet, there’s a chance someone will find my body and give me a nice burial or just know that i’m dead ! out in space… even on a ship, it’s impossible to know if someone’s missing, even, or where they could be or anything. it’s that much scarier than dying anywhere else. “
“ BUT DOES IT REALLY MATTER once you’re dead ?? you can’t feel anything anyway . . . ” she places her hands on her hips, tilts her head to the side, eyes narrowed. it’s a dangerous stance, one that almost got even spock to shiver once. or it would be, if her lips wouldn’t be twitching into a smile. “ you know, i’m really trying to be comforting and you’re making things incredibly difficult for me. ”