Risk is our business.

This vessel; I give, she takes. She won't permit me my life. I've got to live hers. Selective RP blog for ST:TOS Jim Kirk. Please read the rules before interacting. Sideblog to blindsoldier. Please tag or @ me in replies.

[gaydestiny]

he exists now only in my memory

[thelongkissgoodnight]

[trans-parent-shit]

transparent!ॱ*⑅ ੈ✩‧ ˚

[staticego]

Why is “pretty boy” considered an insult like call me a pretty boy Call me a pretty boy right now I want to be the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen

[backstroke-for-gays]

☆ C A P T A I N ☆ J A M E S ☆ T I B E R I U S ☆ K I R K ☆

They used to say that if Man was meant to fly, he’d have wings. But he did fly. He discovered he had to.

[wordsnquotes]

But : We’re still human. Human because we keep on battling against all these horrors, the horrors caused and not caused by us. We battle not in order to stay alive, that would be too materialistic, for we are body and spirit, but in order to love each other.

Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless (via wordsnquotes)

[octoberbrunette]

[drugstore-prince]

You’d be shocked at how many times I’ve almost kissed you.

But you’re not mine to kiss. (via

iriswestrps

)

[anaeolist]

do he got the booty

[rpmusings-galore]

[kirkarus]

"Hi there! I'm Cheryl."

“Jim Kirk, of the USS Enterprise. It’s my pleasure.”

[alessiascara-deactivated2018022]

You’ll ask, “How did you find me?” And I’ll say, “I followed the stars.”

because our love was written in the stars (f.v)

[kirkarus]

CAN REPLICATOR YOURS GRUBMEAT MAKE?

kirk blanches. “grub...meat? aren’t ‘grubs’ the...infants of your species?” he’s hoping it’s a misnomer. like fishfingers. or toad in the hole.

[kirkarus]

looks forlornly at his mug of coffee before standing close enough to get a good whiff. "i miss coffee, jim. sometimes i think i miss it more than my own universe."

jim smiles behind the rim of his mug, taking a sip before tilting it towards her, the steam rising in gentle plumes, curling towards her face. "i don’t blame you,” he replies, his solemn tone betrayed by the twinkling of his eyes. “what’s a life without coffee?” 

he pats the bench and scoots over a little. 

“can’t you have it decaffeinated?”

[handsofasurgeon]

[kirkarus] "I need to sleep for a week." Jim looks stressed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as he practically collapses into a chair in Leonard's quarters. "How're you doing, Bones?"

“A touch better than you, I assume.” He teased gently but poured him a large glass of brandy all the same, coming up behind him to surrender the drink and place his hands on either shoulder, applying light pressure to start. “Talk, Jim, you’ll relax more.” 

[kirkarus]

"And say what, Bones? It’s the same trouble as usual.”

He didn’t mean to snap. Jim rubbed one hand over his eyes and took the glass from Bones with the other, sighing as he took a hefty sip. 

“I’m... sorry,” he offered quietly, shoulders tense and knotted under Leonard’s fingers. “I shouldn’t have--I just haven’t been... sleeping. It’s been one red alert after the other for--days, and no word from Starfleet Command on whether or not my crew’s going to get a few days of rest any time soon.”

He went quiet, tension starting to ebb out of him a little.

“But you- you’re really doing alright?”

[kirkarus]

"so, i think i have a name for him," she plopped down in front of jim, baby still in her arms. no one's seen her put him down yet. "i was thinking-- david james marcus. what do you think, mm?" her eyes flicked up to meet his, a smile on her face.

he wanted to cry. jim’s eyes twinkled as he beamed at carol, and the soft bundle of life in her arms. 

(he’s not yours, his brain supplied. 

                     no, i know. i know. but all the same.)

“i think it’s perfect,” jim insisted, still beaming. his heart felt full, bursting with fondness. “’david james marcus’. i love it.”

[bumbumtugboat]