ᴏʜ, ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ;

ind. jim kirk.  previously kirks-pants

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he reaches a hand out to idly scratch at jim's head. 'get some sleep. you're overdoin' it.'

sky-blue  eyes  flutter  shut  and  he  resists  the   need   to  yawn.        ❝ m’fine,  bonesy.  got  to  finish  these  updates  to   send   to  the  admirals  first.  ❞       

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yes. first we’ll live.

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spacehated

‘could mix you a good scotch’n’soda,’   he offers, ignoring jim’s use of his nickname’s derivative—bonsey. you’d call a dog that. jesus, jim—in favour of glancing curiously.   ‘or just have it straight. don’t know why you don’t just delegate half that nonsense t’him anyway; ain’t like he’s sleepin’ much at night as it is.’

❝ scotch  and  soda  sounds  perfect.  ❞        jim  runs  a  hand  through   ruffled   hair  and  smiles,   shaking  his  head  in  response.   true,  vulcans  do  not   need   the  same  amount  of  sleep,   but  jim  finds  it  hard  to  offload  to  others.        ❝  yeah,  yeah,   i  know.   but  i’m  the  captain,   i   feel   like  i  should  do  it.  not  fair  to  give  my  second  all  the  boring  jobs,  no  matter  how   tempting   it  is!  ❞

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01/22/17 // sleeping at last - saturn

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@spacehated made me do it

❝  bonesy,  please   tell  me  you’ve  got  something  alcoholic  and  tasty  somewhere  with  our  names  on  it.  i  feel  like  i’ve  earned  it.  ❞        he  yawns,   patting  down  the   creases   in  his  golden  shirt,   despite  the  fact  that  they  will  spring  back  only  moments  later.        ❝  and  if  anything  else  decides  to  go  crazy,   spock  can  just  deal  with  it.  ❞

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or am i going to be on @beastiebcby again more often. I CANNOT DECIDE.

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Send ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) to walk in on my muse changing their clothes

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danger-days-of-our-lives:

likehemmins:

imagine that you’ve been stood up by your douche of a boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you’re ready to order but you keep asking for more time hoping that he’s just late. people are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they know and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation but as you decide to just get up and leave, this boy you’ve never seen sits down explaining loudly “sorry i’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.” and he quietly adds, “i’m Michael. just go with it, yeah? whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.” and so you do go with it because he’s being sweet and trying to save you (and plus he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen) and as you’re leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time.

Imagine your otp

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festive starter call!

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starter call!

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spacehated

stomach empty, he steps back from the bin and sits on the floor, head between his knees until the dizziness passes. ‘maybe i ain’t made for this,’ he mutters. jim’s hand is warm and comforting on his back, but the world’s still spinning a little, and the thought of going back for another simulation is… less than ideal. ‘maybe starfleet was a mistake.’ 

he likes to think that he is    ABOVE    fear,    but it can be no other feeling that    SQUEEZES     his chest as bones speaks.    after a life of not depending on anyone because    EVERYONE    leaves,    he thought he had finally found someone to stay.    he    SUCKS    in a breath,    hates himself for being so selfish.      ‘   you’re not the only one who hates flight sims,   bones.   you’ve got    TIME    to work on this,   yeah?    but for now,   let’s get out of here.     ’

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The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

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spacehated

the shuttle vibrates once, then again, harder like an earthquake, and his hands shake above the controls in front of him. ‘stop—stop the sim. stop the sim!’ he stumbles to his feet, feeling it quake beneath him, and in a matter of moments he’s out of the simulation room and in the hallway, throwing up into the nearest bin. he hears familiar steps and knows that jim is somewhere behind him, hovering; jim’s never far behind, is he? 

‘shitty—flight sims,’ he mutters, still heaving unsteadily. ‘m’a doctor, not a—’ and he throws up again. /// @lionmxn

jim had been watching the sim from outside with    BATED    breath.    he cannot pretend that the idea of going to space is so wonderful when the    THOUGHT    that bones might not be with him enters the equation.    soft hands press against bones’ back,    moving in a rhythm that he    HOPES    is somewhat soothing.      ‘   maybe you should try flying copilot or    SOMETHING    so it’s not just you alone in there.     ’

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madelethal

❝all weapons are a sign of FORCE, defensive or not.❞ you learn things like that fairly quickly, growing up the way gamora did.  what starts out as defence often becomes offence, and there’s not telling how far it goes from there.  ❝not everyone is friendly in here.❞ she sees how people look at her - she always sees it.  it’s followed her all her life.  they’re scared of her, some of them.  others are wary.  she likes that - she can control that.  ❝i just need a ride.  that’s IT.❞

jim does not have the    ENERGY    to argue,    so he allows it to drop.    still,    he    THINKS    of the battle against krall and    WONDERS    whether more weapons meant they could have    SAVED    more.     and then he thinks of admiral marcus,    wanting to    TWIST    starfleet into a conquering military,    and thinks that maybe this gamora has the right of it after all.      ‘   yeah,   yeah.    though we’ll    WANT    intel about where you’re going.   last time i tried to rescue someone,   they led us into a    TRAP.    i’ve already died once,   i really don’t fancy repeating the experience,   even if you are   PRETTY    and totally terrifying.     ’

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@mintjulcp

jim smothers a    YAWN,    leaning heavily against bones’ side.    the shuttle to georgia is    TAKING    far longer than he had thought,    but he is    GLAD    to have been invited.    spending shore leave    ALONE    has become almost painful,    and he had been pathetically    GRATEFUL    when bones made the offer.    ‘   are we nearly there yet,   bonesy?     ’   

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AAYYYY STARTER CALL