WE HAVE TO DREAM IN ORDER TO SURVIVE. @beneviolencia is this before or after he breaks his hip?




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WE HAVE TO DREAM IN ORDER TO SURVIVE. @beneviolencia is this before or after he breaks his hip?
@beneviolencia | jim & sam
he's -- numb. that's really the only word for it. and jim knows that's bad. know it means he's not properly processing his feeling, which is something they're big on in the cadet program. but -- fuck the cadet program right now. the cadet program is part of the reason he was there in the first place.
the journey home is -- quiet. jim doesn't sleep. he's so paranoid there won't be enough food that he hides bits away when no one's looking. he won't talk to his dad. there's a handful of other kids who made it and jim sees this...this haunted look in their eyes and he knows it's reflected in his own but he hasn't looked. can't look in the mirror.
actually, he doesn't break down at all until he sees sam. they come off the ship and jim's quiet and small at his dad's side. but there's -- there's sam, waiting by their mom and jim is sprinting before he realises it and he launches himself at sam. clings tight and doesn't even realise he's sobbing until he hears the sound, holding so tightly to his older brother he's likely to leave he bruises.
he can't even find the air to apologise.
_________ ⋆˚ ★ INCOMING HOLO / ENDLESS EDITS OF NURSC ( for @beneviolencia )
the christine and sam smalltown au
sexual tension prompts.
[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.
The bar was emptied by now of all regular patrons. Candles melted down to the base at some tables and the only sounds coming from Jackie and Geraldo talking over in their booth and Niko and Izzy shooting the shit across the room. Izzy actually had enjoyed getting to know this man some during the time they’d known one another. He was halfway interesting.
He had a single drink in him. About as much as he’d allow while off the ship as he wanted his wits about him on land. It was enough to take a bit of his usual edge off however and he actually having some fun. The fact he was away from his crew probably aided in this.
Hands was playing with the gently burning candle on their table, finger trailing down the melted wax so it stuck to his skin. “I don’t know. Even Jackie said you were a terrible kisser,” he teased dryly. “Maybe that’s why she has so many of you? Maybe that’s why they called you Niko the Terrible.” He smirked a bit in good humor. They’d been discussing polyamory and Niko was explaining it to him as Izzy hadn’t understood it.
Of course Jackie had told him that and told him it was a joke but that Niko was fun to rile up. Hazel eyes unconsciously flitted over the man’s lips for a couple seconds while he’d made his comment.
Izzy didn’t even have time to look away or notice he’d stared. Niko had gripped at his shirt and under his knee and pulled him closer on the bench they were seated on so he could hold the man’s face in his hands and prove him wrong. Lips swallowed the sound of surprise that Hands made, eyes widening in shock. His fingers came up to grip at the large hands that held his face but he didn’t pull them away. Israel groaned softly as he relaxed into the kiss. Heart thudding in his chest, threatening to burst from behind his rib cage.
Kissing women had never felt like this.
He’d never particularly enjoyed kissing but this was different. Hands forgot entirely where they even were. Forgot that Spanish Jackie and Geraldo were only on the other side of the room. Lost in the moment, Izzy’s hands dropped from Niko’s to grip at the man’s shirt as he kissed him back so desperately. He was like a starving man finally being allowed food. It wasn’t until he felt that he’d started to get semi-hard that he pulled away, his face tinged pink.
“I--I was wrong,” he stammered quickly, unable to hide the shame in his eyes and the almost pleading look to be told it was okay. God. He’d enjoyed that immensely.
@beneviolencia
★ ┈┈ ENDLESS EDITS OF CAPTAIN CRUSHER. ( mutuals can reblog !! )
beverly explaining to an admiral that yes, she wants to use her little lab coat on the bridge while cmo picard laughs at her because he knows she only wears it because she’s cold as heck ( @beneviolencia )
@beneviolencia , lucius ♢ ♦ ♢ five times comforted — five times the receiver comforted the sender .
pete didn’t realize he is capable of softness until he finds his fingers entangled in lucius’ hair, the young man softly snoring within the crook of pete’s neck. something had happened in the pirate’s republic, involving blood smeared on white clothing and a nose jar. pete hadn’t understood much of it, but he’d seen how upset lucius was. a few kind words — ❝ it’s gonna be okay. ❞ — got a series of sobs in return, which were hushed within the fabric of pete’s shirt as soon as he hesitantly opened his arms. how they ended up cuddled against one another, the narrating voice of the captain in the background, is a mystery — but something swells inside pete’s chest, something warm and soft and unfamiliar. he tucks it away safely, much like he cradles lucius’ head and closes his eyes for the night.
the only thing getting through lucius’ tirade is pete’s soft nods and words of agreement — oh, yeah. you’re so right. damn him to hell! these things come relatively easy to pete, meanness and cruelty always ready at the tip of his tongue to act as a protective armor. it’s the supporting role in the slander that is new. but pete finds that with lucius, all kinds of things come easy: a smile, some blushing, brushing touches that leave him wondering. when lucius takes a seat, spitting out this final venom of words and some spatters, pete takes a seat beside him. at last pete offers one more thing: ❝ it’s gonna be okay. ❞ what follows is silence, but pete realizes that silence, too, is easy with lucius.
so far there has only been one occasion pete wished he were bigger, and it is right now. he shifts closer to lucius, sheltering the man with his entire frame, protecting him from the world and all the horrors within. a hand reaches up to brush away the tears, a kiss on the cheek quickly following. ❝ you were so brave. ❞ his voice is a whisper, warm and luring, hoarse with his own exhaustion but ready to scream if lucius so wishes. a quick glance goes to the freshly stitched finger — or lack thereof. a few months ago pete would have mocked him for losing something as silly as a finger, but the gravity of the situation has settled itself within pete’s chest with a choking anxiety. ❝ is there anything else you need? how’s the pain? have you eaten? you should eat something. ❞ torn between offering the comfort of closeness or service, indecision grips him as he looks around, hoping to find someone who might do a better job at taking care of lucius than he does. ❝ it’s gonna be okay, babe, ❞ pete mutters at last, pulling lucius close when he finds that they are alone. pete finds he can only offer all of him, wishing there was more of him to give.
he can’t believe he’s lost him. pete had seen lucius right across the deck before chaos erupted. now he seems lost within the heavy tud of leather boots, the screams of defiance, the unsheathing of swords. eyes scan the ship nervously, looking for his lover’s face, but finds nothing but confused panic. and then — he finds lucius near the mast, the start of a line up alongside the rest of the crew. although there is a gun pointed at him and the soldier hasn’t finished tying his wrists yet, pete breaks into a run. the ugly sound of flesh and bone smacking wood fills his eyes when he is tackled. blood trickles down his lips, onto his chin, but there is a big smile on his features when he’s pulled up, and sees the one he’s been looking for. ❝ it’s gonna be okay, babe, ❞ he says, and he would risk it all again to say it one more time.
he’s been hovering around him all day, a guard dog ready to bark at anyone with the slightest suspicion of ill intent. it’s in the quiet of the night, when even button’s stirring has stilled, that pete allows himself to cry. how long has it been? it’s a cruelty that he can’t even remember the last time he’s seen him. he only knows that it’s been too long, and time has been unkind to lucius. pete lays his head down besides lucius, an awkward angle as he is sitting beside the bed, but he’s too exhausted to register the discomfort. something shifts over lucius’ features, something dark and dangerous, and pete reaches out to brush some of his hair out of the way. when he speaks, the words are choked, but spoken nonetheless. ❝ it’s gonna be okay, babe. ❞
@beneviolencia sent : 80 , sender and receiver go shopping together . - signed guy mann
mulder and guy had been walking through the crowded mall center before mulder finally spoke up, ❛ any idea what kind of store you’re looking for in here? you know they have maps we can reference near an entrance. ❜ but honestly guy probably didn’t know that. mulder was just trying to hurry things along. the throngs of teenagers pushing past them made him uncomfortable. malls weren’t a place he hung out even when he was younger, let alone now. he should have thought about it being after school hours. but, when the other, as hopeless as he is, reached out for mulder to accompany him ... mulder obliged. ❛ either that or there is another shopping center nearby, if you’re not seeing anything of interest. ❜
@beneviolencia , anton ✧ ✦ ✧ small acts of kindness from stu .
he feels sorry for anton. ( sometimes it feels like he’s the only one who does. ) moments ago they encountered a few vampires, and that on its own should say enough. stu slowly makes his way towards his alpha, dodging the rest of the pack with tiny smiles and glances towards the ground, avoiding conversation with anyone who tries in order to get to anton faster.
eventually he makes it, both of them walking a few paces in front of anyone else. stu reaches into his pocket, finds a pack of mints and offers one to the ginger haired man by his side.