#iamnumberseventythree

[enterpriseparty-blog]

Make me. (for Jim ;D)

“Oh sweetheart, I’ll make you do exactly what I want.” Jim purred, stepping close and grinned, no malice in his movements nor his words, eyes eyes dark and seductive. “Now drink the milkshake.” he chirped, the words playful as he sat next to her with a bowl of popcorn.

[enterpriseparty-blog]

Drinking In Pairs |CLOSED|

Jim finally shook off his entourage off his tail and found himself in a nice little bar, settling happily at the counter. It was the first time he’s been able to be alone since the Kahn incident.

Freedom was what he needed from the hounds on his feet. He knows they’re worried, he’s not an idiot. And though Spock will say nothing, he knows Spock is worried too, that Spock is afraid he will die again.

But damnit, he is the Captain, and he is going to drink in peace.

“One beer, please." Jim chirped and smiled his thousand watt smile before relaxing contently and took in the place.

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@iamnumberseventythree

“Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Captain. Ah’m CEO Scott. If you’ll follow me, then Ah’d be glad t’ escort you t’ the ready room.”

[hetasksme-blog]

iamnumberseventythree replied to your post “I know I’ve been gone for a while, but now I’m super busy so it might...”

((BAE HOW ARE YOU))

I AM DEAD TIRED BUT WELL HOW ARE YOU

[sunspotnitentia]

((I just wanted you to know I think your food tag is //beyond// perfection))

//ISNT IT THOUGH?!?! Just kidding XD sort of. Jesus I don’t even remember how that came into existence but I mentioned it to someone and it just became a thing back on my old blog and carried over here XD probably one of my fav tags in all honesty so thank you

[augmentking-blog]

((u attract satans and satan-esq figures. You're a satan magnet in the most flattering way possible.))

[ I CAN'T HELP IT. I guess you could say I'm a devil magnet.*BADUMTSS* ]

[augmentking-blog]

& eyes black as coal.

iamnumberseventythree

                     ❝         Zoë.❞

      How many years had it been since the deal had been made? How many since his soul had been torn from his chest, his body left as a bloody mess for someone more fortunate than he to find? His original estimated life span had been several centuries, but with new eyes, new ideas     the ideas that he would be immortal      made his view on life, on time ... different. Every day blurred with every week and every year until it all became one long, continuous moment in time. Day, night, it didn't matter anymore. Why mark the passage of time when he knew he would live forever?                It must have been only a few years, for she still looked the same: fire in the eyes, a bold stance that accused him of everything and yet nothing. He swallowed thickly, dropped the bloodied weapon that had been clutched in one hand      it clattered to the ground ungracefully     and stared at her uneasily. Before his feet, a dark, ensanguined pile of meat     for after his work, that was what it was; the hellish hound that had been gifted to him had torn into the man with ferbvor      arose from the ground, a ghoulish remnant of someone who had once been a man. Cupid lips pursed. Deep down, he hoped that her appearance was simply yet another vision conjured by the self-loathing and guilt that had wrecked him ever since the deal had been made. He hoped that she was simply a ghastly spectre, and not the real thing.                 But he knew better than that      she was too real to be another hallucination.                              ❝ This is not real. You ... you are dreaming. ❞                Of course she's not dreaming, but he's got to lie, at least hope that she'll take his words at face value. He had dropped off the radar for a reason     never did he want to see any of his crew again, for he feared that the very appearance of him (hellish eyes, the clenched jaw that accompanied the tense, wary muscles of a broken man) would drive them to madness. His family was meant to never see him again.                                           ❝ It cannot be real, you know this. I died years ago. ❞

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iamnumberseventythree started following you

              He doesn't look up at the                   sound of the door opening. 

                              "       one moment."