#jim why

[silly-cherries]

jim why are you... why are you sitting like that... why are you serving...

[butt-puncher]

So was all that talk about destiny and the amulet choosing the hero for nothing?? Would the amulet just choose whoever happened to be there at the time? Theres literally no other reason it would choose toby wtf

[old-long-john]

sweet fucking jesus

[sufferingsgoodforthesoul]

The Ugly Truth of High-Fives

[Open Roleplay Prompt!]

It probably went without saying, but this time, it genuinely wasn’t his fault that things had gone down the gutter. Seriously, how was Jim supposed to know that Xelayans thought high-fives were a declaration of war? The whole point of discovering new, uncharted worlds and pursuing diplomacy with alien civilizations was weaving through the vast mazes of xenocultural quirks and the like, right? So, really, Jim wasn’t sorry. After all, whose first reaction to a perceived slight was to poison someone’s food and kidnap them?

Fault or no fault, though, was sorta’ besides the point- the heart of the issue was that Jim wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. There’d been vague talks, mostly in Xelayan (which was damn near impossible to decipher on his own once they’d snatched his universal translator), a couple of skeptical looks tossed his way, and cold, scaly fingers pressed against the center of his forehead before just--

Silence.    Darkness.

            Nothing.

--- “Leave to Jim Kirk to piss off a race of fucking mind-warpers,” Leonard McCoy’s gruff voice vibrated off of the acoustic, white walls of his office. Without looking, he reached for his tumbler of scotch (’Don’t worry, bastard, it’s synthenol.’) and his hand curled around it like embracing an old friend. It was a trick, really; he just didn’t want Spock of all people to realize that there was a slight tremor in his fingers. Nothing shook Leonard to his core more than seeing Jim’s body lying, unresponsive, on one of his biobeds. It was too close, even if he could be revived. Jim may have made a name for himself by cheating death, but no one could predict when his luck would run out. Not even McCoy.

“I’ve done everything I can to try and shake him outta’ it,” Bones finally spoke up again, his free hand slipping up to massage a temple; he could feel a headache coming on under the surface, “M’Benga even tried some weird, smelling salt voodoo and-- we’re out of options. Now, look,” Lifting his head, Leonard forced himself to look Spock in the eyes. Maybe they didn’t always get along, but they both cared about their Captain. At least that was one thing they could agree on.

“We think, after weighing out all of the options, that you might be our best shot. If telepathy did this- shut him in there like that- then it’s the closest chance we have at bringing him back out. We can try and wait to see if he’ll come through on his own, but...” Leonard scoffed, rolled his eyes, “‘Kid’s got a fucking death wish, we all know that. I’d rather play it safe than wind up sorry.”

[jimkilled]

[  eat me butler boy. | @butlerkilled  ]

he did not mean to say that out loud, didn’t even notice he was staring up until now. quick brown eyes dart around for a moment, unsure on where to look, but then he decides to just look past the man. ‘ uhh, i’d like to be that piece of paper. ‘  He clears his throat and decides to just shut up.

[daylighteclipsed]

Claireblade and Cat #6

[aridotdash]

Jim Butcher writing Skin Game*: I'm going to take the only Jewish character and make them a Knight of the Cross!

A sensitivity reader I hope existed: Hmmm, maybe making the only Jewish character in the book into a Jesus knight isn't a great idea.

Skin Game: I know! I'll introduce a new Jewish character, make her a Denarian, and then kill her!

*I don't know his actual motivation and this is for comedic purposes. I don't think he's actually antisemetic, just very insensitive and did not think this through. At least in Twelve Months we get something

(inspired by a dresden fb group conversation and just in general)

[lyrics365]

Tulip

bombarami bureool ttae biga naerineungge areumdapgiman hae eodiseo wanneunjido moreul gureum ppunijiman ige mworago tto apaoneunde ara, ige sarangiraneunde han songi tyullibe damgyeojin nalkaroun nega saenggangna Baby, I don’t know what I want to do kkeuteomneun nege gathyeoseo And I don’t want anymore thoughts and pain nado moreuge neol chatgo itjiman What can I do? What should I do for…