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SEMI HIATUS

[commandtrek]

Star Trek 50th Anniversary

September 8, 1966 - September 8, 2016

“To boldly go where no one has gone before”

[leoiignis]

HIATUS NOTICE

Hey ya’ll, I know my activity has been spotty at best these past two weeks but I’ve been working some crazy overtime hours and a few days ago I got into a minor accident at work and injured my wrist, as well as breaking my phone (´;︵;`)   It’s safe to say that I’ll (hopefully) be back on by 9/8 - honestly I feel awful because I have so many asks and threads that I absolutely love and everyone who’s sent me a line has been absolutely fantastic. If you feel I’ve been too despondent and need to drop anything I understand. I really do care about y’all a lot and I hope I haven’t burned any bridges from my lack of activity. Keep on Trekkin’ y’all and I’ll be back relatively soon!

[spatscolombo-deactivated2022030]

okay but Spock working like 72 hours straight on some crisis-averting project in the lab and claiming it doesn’t matter because he’s a Vulcan and insiting on working his regularly scheduled shift afterward and, well, he does seem fine–but then he never shows up on the bridge, and somebody finds him passed out on a couch on the observation deck (where he told himself he was just sitting down for a moment  on the way from the lab) and he totally does that little snnk snore that little kids do and maybe even emotes a little in his sleep and whoever finds him gives him a blanket and then whoever this person is just sits somewhere nearby and watches the stars and listens and waits and maybe, I don’t know, uses his Captain’s override code to make sure nobody else disturbs them while Spock’s recharging

[prokopetz]

Random Headcanon: That Federation vessels in Star Trek seem to experience bizarre malfunctions with such overwhelming frequency isn’t just an artefact of the television serial format. Rather, it’s because the Federation as a culture are a bunch of deranged hyper-neophiles, tooling around in ships packed full of beyond-cutting-edge tech they don’t really understand. Endlessly frustrating if you have to fight them, because they can pull an effectively unlimited number of bullshit space-magic countermeasures out of their arses - but they’re as likely as not to give themselves a lethal five-dimensional wedgie in the process. All those rampant holograms and warp core malfunctions and accidentally-traveling-back-in-time incidents? That doesn’t actually happen to anyone else; it’s literally just Federation vessels that go off the rails like that. And they do so on a fairly regular basis.

[writebastard]

So to everyone else in the galaxy, all humans are basically Doc Brown.

[prokopetz]

Aliens who have seen the Back to the Future movies literally don’t realise that Doc Brown is meant to be funny. They’re just like “yes, that is exactly what all human scientists are like in my experience”.

[roachpatrol]

THE ONLY REASON SCOTTY IS CHIEF ENGINEER INSTEAD OF SOMEONE FROM A SPECIES WITH A HIGHER TECHNOLOGICAL APTITUDE IS BECAUSE EVERYONE FROM THOSE SPECIES TOOK ONE LOOK AT THE ENTERPRISE’S ENGINE ROOM AND RAN AWAY SCREAMING

[roachpatrol]

vulcan science academy: why do you need another warp core

humans: we’re going to plug two of them together and see if we go twice as fast

vsa: last time we gave you a warp core you threw it into a sun to see if the sun would go twice as fast

humans: hahaha yeah

humans: it did tho

vsa: IT EXPLODED

humans: it exploded twice as fast

[froborr]

I love this. Especially because of how well it plays with my headcanon that the Federation does so much better against the Borg than anyone else because beating the Borg with military tactics is nigh-impossible, but beating them with wacky superscience shenanigans works as long as they’re unique wacky superscience shenanigans.

[megabeeprime]

Yeah, I love this.

[underscorex]

Reminds me of the thing I wrote a while back about Humans in high fantasy realms - they’re basically Team Fuck It Hold My Beer I Got This.

Impulsive, passionate to a fault, the social structures they build to try and regulate this hotheadedness ironically creates even greater levels of sheer bull-headedness. Even their “cooler” heads take action in months or weeks.

All their great heroes of the past were impossibly rash by galactic standards. Humans Just Go With It, which is their great flaw but also their greatest strength.

[ayellowbirds]

oh, that’s a fun interpretation.

[deadcatwithaflamethrower]

#THE ONLY REASON SCOTTY IS CHIEF ENGINEER INSTEAD OF SOMEONE FROM A SPECIES WITH A HIGHER TECHNOLOGICAL APTITUDE IS BECAUSE EVERYONE FROM THOSE SPECIES TOOK ONE LOOK AT THE ENTERPRISE’S ENGINE ROOM AND RAN AWAY SCREAMING

[en-shaedn]

“One of the serious problems in planning the fight against American doctrine, is that the Americans do not read their manuals, nor do they feel any obligation to follow their doctrine…” - From a Soviet Junior Lt’s Notebook

And:  “The reason the American Army does so well in wartime, is that war is chaos, and the American Army practices it on a daily basis.” - from a post-war debriefing of a German General

And of course, Starfleet Academy is in San Francisco

[rocketmermaid]

I’m officially combining this with the “humans are actually hyperdurable badasses compared to most species” headcanon to make humans even more Space Ork-ish.

“They consume neurotoxins for fun and punch holes in their flesh for aesthetic purposes and risk destroying their own fleets on a regular basis because they don’t know any better, absolutely do NOT fuck with humans even if you feel some suicidal compulsion to do so.”

[rocketmermaid]

Vulcan Science Academy: We’ve noticed that every time the shields take a hit on a Federation vessel, the bridge consoles spark and explode. Can we fix that?

Human scientist: Yeah, they only do that because we overclocked them.

VSA: why the fuck would you do that

Human scientist: To see if we could make ships fire twice as fast and do some cool maneuvering shit

VSA: We haven’t seen any evidence of this being a benefit, why haven’t we reverted back to standard configuration yet?

Lt. Cmd. Geordi LaForge: because it’s fucking awesome, scro

[blue-vulcan-deactivated20230728]

I think I’m beginning to see how Spock feels on a daily basis…

[leoiignis]

@starfleetcxptain

  “Well, technically I’m kicking myself out.” Jim gave the other a shrug   and a small grin. Hopefully his tone was cheerful enough to ease   some tension.

  “Don’t mock the couch, Bones, you hurt it’s feelings.” Jim crossed   his arms in stubborn. It was hard to get that couch in first place, he would   defend it with his life. Sure, it wasn’t comfy but it was his. His and no one   else’s. “Why? Why is it so hard to say yes? I’m offering after all.” He rose   an eyebrow before he shook his head. “It’s sanitary if you’re afraid of that.”   He wasn’t sleeping around anymore, never has after his feet touched the   holy floor of the Enterprise. This wasn’t academy, for Christ’s sake. Not   to mention that he hadn’t any desire to sleep around and the one persone he   could imagine to sleep with one sunny day was probably never interested   in him. Life was cruel.

  The blonde rolled his eyes - more for dramatic effects than in annoyance.   “I don’t snore. Never have, never will be.” He just drooled. Not that drooling   was any better.  And maybe, and that was a big maybe, his nose made   sometimes a small and quiet whistling sound. At least that he has been told   and if he was honest he didn’t believed those words. Not even back as Sam   made fun of him because of that. Sam…alone thinking about him made   Jim’s mood metaphorical jump from the roof of a very high building. After   all the years it was still tore open old scares. God, he missed that fucking   bastard so fucking much…   With a small sigh Jim grabbed the remaining pillow and his blanket and   dropped himself unceremoniously on the floor. He didn’t say a word but his   facial expression did speak for itself. Determination. If Bones wanted to sleep   on the floor - fine - but he wouldn’t sleep on his bed neither. It was just wrong.   So horrible wrong.   For a moment he stared at Leonard as staring alone could change the CMO’s   mind. After another shook of his head, he laid down on the floor. The blonde   was quite sure that his back would give him hell in the morning but he didn’t   cared. “Good night, Leonard”, he sniffed in too much hurt pride and closed   his eyes. Not that he was able to sleep. Not yet anyway. Being so close to   Bones, well, it gave his minds things. Things he didn’t want to think about.   Things that made his palms damp with sweat and his heart racing - even if   he was a little annoyed at the persistent doctor. Jim was struggling to keep   his breath even and calm. God, he felt like twelve again. No, he couldn’t   sleep like this. He just couldn’t. 

Leonard felt like he had been stunned by a phaser when he heard his actual birth name roll off of Jim’s tongue. It was with shock that he watched his captain his best friend plop on the floor angrily, and Leonard stared in silence before the heat rushed back in his veins. Jim was as stubborn as a mule but Leonard was as stubborn as a bull. If Jim wanted to sleep on the floor then by god, so would he, Leonard thought as he grabbed his own pillow and tossed it to the floor along with the extra blankets he grabbed from the closet. 

For a brief moment he eyed the bed where Jim should be sleeping where they both could sleep and he was too tired. Tired from lack of sleep, from fighting, from wanting. With a heavy sigh Leonard said a litany of curses in his head, and a slew aloud. 

He would never win with Jim. Jim was his Kobayashi-Maru.

Regret and anger tried to mash together on his face as he picked up the blankets from where he had tossed them, still cursing as he dumped them on the fake-sleeping blond on the floor. “You are an incorrigible, inveterate bastard and I have no idea why you’re my best friend.” Leonard griped as he pelted the extra pillows down at him as well, some satisfaction coming from hitting Jim with the soft objects. 

Leonard bitterly crawled into Jim’s bed, not feeling anger anymore so much as the same dull ache in his chest when he was surrounded by Jim’s scent. Fine. If Jim wanted him to sleep in his bed, he’d do it. His Pa told him to never go to bed angry with your spouse — or with your closest friend. When Leonard settled he realized that they were bickering like a married couple. Of course, when things were still good between him and Jocelyn, they’d bicker, but Leonard would never give. Maybe it was one of the many reasons why it had never worked out with them &mdsah; but Leonard was learning to pick his fights, at least with Jim. He still felt awful taking the bed for himself — it definitely was large enough for the two of them, but Jim made it very clear that he didn’t have any feelings other than fraternal with Leonard, and Leonard felt his heart ache again. By the morning he was going to be heartbroken at the rate he was thinking. 

“I hope you’re comfy down there,” Leonard snipped at Jim’s general direction, unable to see him from the bedside. He wasn’t angry anymore — but he was gonna stay bitter, that’s for certain.  “...Thanks for letting me crash here, Jim,” Leonard said more softly. 

[katekatiebishop]

character moodboards + jim kirk

↳ I think you’re underestimating humanity.

[bj-hunnicutts]

Last night I lost the world, and gained the universe. - C. JoyBell C.

[imgonnaeditstuff]

[leoiignis]

self-knowledge questionnaire

click this link for the test!

tagged by • @mindlogic tagging • @actoftreascn, @counselorbennet, @thewinningscenario, @starfleetcxptain, @mccoyskid && Anyone who wants to do this to show your character’s traits 

below the surface everyone is pretty complicated. based on your answers, we think the following three traits are important strands in your personality:

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

REVERENCE

One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.

AGGRESSION

One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focused way, with honour.

[leoiignis]

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              (❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch)

It wasn’t often that Leonard and Jim were able to get some time off together — even when they worked the same shift they both still had a lot to do, what with Jim being a captain and Leonard being the CMO. They tried to spend time together at least once a week, for the sake of both of their sanity, but it didn’t happen as often as he’d liked.  

If Leonard was being honest with himself, he missed Jim. Of course they would see each other on the bridge or comm each other almost every day, but he liked being alone with Jim — when they got to be just Jim and Bones. Not Captain Kirk and Doctor McCoy. Of course their titles were more than just their jobs, and on a good day Leonard would admit that he really did love being the CMO of the Enterprise and that he was proud to have Jim as his captain. 

Currently, it was a night where they were both exhausted but still trying to spend time together. Leonard suggested a movie so that they wouldn’t really have to think or do much — they had a few beers and had laughed at each others commentary every now and again, but sleep was inevitable. Leonard was fighting to keep his eyes open for the last of the movie when he heard Jim’s light snoring he turned his head to find the blond knocked out — arms crossed loosely in front of his chest and forehead creased like he was still awake, only his closed eyes and gentle snores giving him away. Leonard was struck with such fondness that he didn’t have the heart to wake him up — he figured that sleeping for a little longer, at least till the movie was over, would be fine. 

Leonard pulled the throw blanket (courtesy of Elizabeth McCoy, Leonard’s grandmother) from the back of the couch to drape over Jim and himself, sitting snug against Jim’s side in case gravity pulled Jim down so that Leonard could at least give him a few more moments of peace. 

The small holo was playing an ancient movie The Princess Briide, the quiet hum of the enterprise ever-present, the room dimly lit and Jim was sleep warm from where their thighs and shoulders touched. Leonard leaned his head back against the coush and relished in the peace.

Home, Leonard’s heart swelled in his chest. Home is what Jim T. Kirk felt like.  

[procurare-deactivated20140530]

Send me "Moan" and I'll generate a number!

[xxqueenxofxheartsxx-blog]

ebonybeasttamer:

One: My muse will kiss yours on the lips Two: My muse will get down on their knees for your muse Three: Your muse owns mine for two days Four: My muse submits for yours Five: My muse dominates yours Six: My muse gives yours a striptease Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muses chest Eight: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night Nine: Our muses do the deed Ten: Our muses hug one another Eleven: My muse nibbles yours Twelve: Your muse goes down on mine Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine Fourteen: My muse ties up your muse Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing Sixteen: Your muse removes one article of my muse’s clothing Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants Eighteen: My muse buys yours a shot Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed Twenty:My muse will tease yours (take that however you will) Twenty-One: Your muse blindfolds mine Twenty-Two: Our muses have sex in an unconventional place Twenty-Three: My muse blindfolds yours Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.) Twenty-Five: Wild card! I get to pick any of the above

[actoftreascn-blog]

Moan

EIGHT: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night. (THREAD)

It had just been a game, though the pairs competitive streak knew no bounds, suddenly they were playing for very real stakes. A night, as whatever the other wanted. Scotty had been completely on the verge of freaking out - until the other mentioned how they’d play. Texas Hold Em. Scotty had this in the bag. The cards were dealt, the game was fast paced - until a shit eating grin tugged at the corners of Scotty’s lips as he lay his cards out on the table. An impressive straight flush. The game belonged to him. Challenging the Scotsman to cards had been downright dumb, he spent many a nights gambling down in the Engine Room, it had turned into a rather handy skill. 

❛ Aright, get ya kit off. I promise I’ll gentle, Len. ❜ He snickered, as he clapped his hands together, oh he was going to have so much fun. // @leoiignis

[leoiignis]

Leonard quirked en eyebrow at the Scotsman who was so smug at his cards. It really was an impressive hand — but the man had no idea how to keep his face. Leonard had a pretty expressive face, at least he’s been told as much, but when it comes to poker he’s suddenly devoid of all expressions — he’d probably be able to run Mr. Spock for his money. 

The McCoy men had traditional poker nights every week, and he had learned from the best since he was a kid. When Scotty had invited him for a game he’d been delighted - and even more so when the betting parlor had taken an interesting twist, and he finally had something to play for. 

For a moment, Leonard nodded his head and looked impressed for the sake of the Scotsman. “Good play, good play, but...” Leonard laid down his cards to bare: a Royal flush. Leonard leaned forward on the table, brown eyes dark and predatory as he steepled his hands to rest his chin.  

“I don’t know if I can make the same promise.” His voice was low, full of indication. With a deep intake of breath, Leonard rose from the table, stretching out, relishing in the scotsman’s shock. “You should take a shower. I’ll see you in my quarters in one hour.”

Leonard grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair before looking sharply at Scotty. “Don’t be late.”

With that, Leonard left the room with a whistle to his step. 

[naum-e]

[leonkenndey]

mckirk moodboard requested by anon

[kimseorim]

oh, it is love

[cantinabandmp3]

Jaylah moodboard - white & black

[rafael-silva]

I’m hurting, was it worth it…