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Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living.
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Your muse catches sight of a tattoo they didn't know mine had--what's their reaction?
Bucky?
Wrong.
I'm very seldom wrong.
Giant Iceberg | Richard Wear
The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.
G.K. Chesterton (via observando)
-- where my CO tells me to.
Just a reminder that I made a redshirt OC a while ago. He's mostly a joke, but he's also a lot of fun.
Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
So I just spent about a Half an hour actually reading through the new Tumblr User Agreement
And if you didn't, you're really missing out. Here are the highlights:
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//end PSA
//All right. I’m back. Again. Thanks for being patient, guys. I’ll be catching up on what I missed, and then getting back to my pending threads. But if there’s anything worth pointing out, my ask box is as open as ever.
But first
housework.
//I've just had to do the same. But otherwise, I have the day off.
Grounded || asklieutenantreed + asktriptucker
Malcolm smiled at Trip, though it made the side of his face ache a bit, through the resilient haze of alcohol. He let his friend half drag him into the alley, let himself be sat down, even nodded congenially enough to whatever Trip was on about— and when Trip crouched down, Malcolm grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, still smiling.
"Whaddid you say ‘bout my mum?"
Summoning from a well of patience he didn’t know he had, Trip carefully pried Malcolm’s grip from his collar, finger by finger. “Malcolm. No one said anythin’ bout yer mum—” Wait. “—about yer mother. ‘Cept you. You asked some big four-armed fellar’s girlfriend for her hailing frequency, and got yer ass kicked. Yer arse. Remember?” He held Malcolm at bay by the wrists. “Let’s try this again. Your communicator."
Malcolm grinned again, and leaned back a little, suspended precariously by Trip's hold on his wrists. "Oh, she was beautiful, wasn't she? Such a lovely shade of purple," he sighed. Lavender skin, and hair the color of a wheat field in midsummer. He hadn't even seen the four armed chap until it was too late. "Completely worth it." Sober-Malcolm might not agree with that sentiment as much as drunk-Malcolm did... but at the moment, he wasn't fussed. "My what? Oh, oh, yes, of course--" He leaned forward and shook one of his hands free of Trip's grasp; he worked his communicator out of the top of his boot-- where he'd kept it, ever since the regrettable incident where he had lost one on a pre-Warp planet. "There you are, commander-- as requested."
Grounded || asklieutenantreed + asktriptucker
asklieutenantreed asked:
"My mum gave me a rose because she felt sorry for me." See, look-- his memory is just fine, even after that bastard punched him in the eye. Even if there are two of Trip...
asktriptucker answered:
Trip staggered a pace under the weight of Malcolm, one arm round his shoulder and the other braced across the man’s chest to keep him from pitching forward as they exited the tavern. There was a rising cacophony of alien slurs and threats that cut out as the door sealed behind them. Making friends, as usual. "That was awful kind’o her. Nice lady." He patted Malcolm’s chest and then, looking tragically put-upon, lead his friend to where the smooth wall of the alien establishment met alien back-alley. He sat Malcolm down on an over-turned silver cargo container and fished out his communicator, putting his back to the lieutenant. "Tucker to Enterprise." He worried at his lower lip and shifted his weight to one leg, hand on hip. The communicator crackled and hissed, but there was no reply. "Enterprise, do you read? We’ve had a minor disagreement with the locals. Things got a might colorful down here, an’.." He glanced at Malcolm, who was developing a garish purple shiner. "Lieutenant Reed may require medical assistance." Or maybe just a frozen rib-eye. Still no response. Damn. Had to be the storm. His boots crunched against freezing ground as he returned to Malcolm and crouched aside him. “Let me see yer communicator. I wanna make sure mine weren’t damaged when that big fella threw me over the bar…”
Malcolm smiled at Trip, though it made the side of his face ache a bit, through the resilient haze of alcohol. He let his friend half drag him into the alley, let himself he sat down, even nodded congenially enough to whatever Trip was on about-- and when Trip crouched down, Malcolm grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, still smiling.
"Whaddid you say 'bout my mum?"
"It would have been a lot more romantic if you de-thorned the rose before you put it in your mouth…"
"Are you kiddin’?" Trip pressed the knuckles of his hand to his lips- it came back bloody and he made sure no one was watching before wiping it quickly on the hip of his uniform. "Malcolm, there ain’t nothin’ more romantic than a man willin’ to injure himself ta prove his love. This was all planned.” He fell silent, sucked on his teeth. Tasted blood. Ow. "Now, if you’ll excuse me…" He twirled the offending rose between thumb and index finger. "…think I’ll see if Phlox has a vase I can borrow."
Malcolm shook his head, and huffed a very quiet laugh.
"When he checks your mouth, have him scan for dementia, too. You're as bad as my security staff..."
"Get up lazy!"
T’Pol took a deep breath before standing. She knew it could not be later than 0300 hours, she smoothed down the only unruly patch of hair before her quarters were opened to the Lieutenant. She was still in sleepwear."Lieutenant, what do you require?" She had only left the Bridge one hour ago after an extremely long shift. Even Vulcans couldn’t run on that little sleep. She was not in the mood.
T’Pol’s face, only showing a bit of exhaustion and exasperation before this point, was frowning. Her eyebrows tightened downwards an inwards, giving ridges far too similar to a Romulan’s. If they had known what they looked like at this point.
"It. Did. Not." "Lieutenant. You will turn off this… drill, immediately and return to your post. You will SIT in that chair until the Captain or myself returns. You will NOT interrupt my rest ANY further. Is that understood.” Her racing mind just DARED him to push any further. It would not end well.
Malcolm managed to find another notch of tension in his spine-- though he fell short of the salute that his hand wanted to give.
"Yes, Commander. Understood, Commander." He said, his voice as tight as his shoulders. And he would do exactly what he'd been told-- it would give him time to write up his report of the incident, complete with complaints about the lack of audible alarms, and the need for a 'structured command drill protocol'. He always drafted better in the Captain's chair, he thought.
He turned-- and then, almost against his better judgement, looked back at her.
"Given the lack of alarm, and your extended period without rest-- you did give an adequate response time, Commander."
//Okay-- I'm home. Gotta eat dinner, and then I'll be around.
Sentence Memes (Blind Date Edition)
"You seemed different over the phone."
"Five minutes in and this is already the worst date ever."
"We’ve met… I can’t believe you don’t remember."
"I’m going to kill whoever set this up."
"Of all the people in the world it had to be you."
"We have absolutely nothing in common."
"This isn’t as bad as I expected it to be."
"I thought I’d heard your name before! You’re that guy/girl!"
"I’m glad it was you tonight."
"I’m already planning our wedding in my mind."