let me tell you what i wish i’d known, when i was young and dreamed of glory. you have no control WHO LIVES, WHO DIES, WHO TELLS YOUR STORY.
indie leonard mccoy, s’chn t’gai spock, & james t. kirk as written by mikki, cally, & tricia (credit)
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let me tell you what i wish i’d known, when i was young and dreamed of glory. you have no control WHO LIVES, WHO DIES, WHO TELLS YOUR STORY.
indie leonard mccoy, s’chn t’gai spock, & james t. kirk as written by mikki, cally, & tricia (credit)
i‘m coming home to breathe again to start again i’m coming home from all the places i have been with nothing but a voice within that calls me… calls me home
‘Though even I can’t understand Why we gods can’t live forever. Why should legends have to die? As you wail to sleep in glory, My heart still seeks the sky.
You swore we’d outlive Time. Oh, my love, were you, too, lying?
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A Lost Meme II Not Accepting II @boldlychasing
Nyota knew she was hurt pretty badly, and if she was honest with herself the odds of her getting off the planet alive had become incredibly slim. However she didn’t quite have the heart to make her captain aware of these facts just yet. Instead she continued to push forward, the adrenaline pumping through her veins helping to ignore the excruciating amount of pain she was in. The only thing that was on her mind at the moment was getting Jim back to that damn shuttle so she could get him to safety, the captain’s safety was all that mattered to her.
The had managed to loose the natives, though she hadn’t wanted to stop. She wanted to keep moving, but they were both out of breath, and she wasn’t entirely sure how much longer she could keep moving. However she knew for sure that if she sat down, there was a good chance that she was never getting back up. She kept her distance from Jim, using the excuse of keeping an eye out for any more hostiles as and excuse so he wouldn’t see that she had taken a bad hit.
When she heard him, she had thought about ignoring the request, to just stay as far as she could get away with, but she was just so damn tired. She finally caved, moving closer to her captain, but not daring to sit down. “We should keep moving.” she tried hoping that he wouldn’t notice the fact that there was a rather large and darker red spot on her uniform from where her wound was bleeding.
“How far to the shuttle?”
“ YES, see you later! ” Michael waved goodbye to the crewman as the door to her quarters opened. She looked at the padd on her hands as she walked in and took her shoes off. But when she turned to the bed, she was surprised by Jim being there. “ Damn it, Jim! ” She exclaimed, hand pressed against her chest. “ I wasn’t expecting you here... is everything okay? Are you alright? ” @boldlychasing gets some domestic fluff... after this scare tho
a sigh falls from parted lips whilst the back of her head makes contact with the wall , a breath of preparedness revitalizing the hybrid at the infamous captain’s entrance. & b’elanna knew that this might be her only window. a chance for her to explain that she was a member of the federation. that the future was her home. though somehow she highly doubted he’d even take her seriously for as long as it took to get that far. “you do realize that keeping me here is useless , right ?” okay ──── perhaps she should try acting less abrasive if she wished to break through ancient stereotypes. a sigh. “like i said before. we’re both starfleet. i’m you’re ally. ”
@boldlychasing ! / / GET’S A PLOTTED THING
𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔....𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒔 a rebellious captain an attention-starved captain a grumpy doctor a 10-year old doctor aN ANGRY doctor a sentient ship who if you treat her like a lady will always bring you home a sentient ship that YEETS and a sad/angsty empath to cope
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