what do u think the most chaotic thing e morse has ever done is ? no wrong answers
Omg 😂 in canon I feel like it was absolutely that time he was prepared to fight an actual tiger, I was trying to think what I'd say for outside of canon and for some reason my brain went down the route of "he has definitely jumped in the Cherwell because someone implied it was too cold for any intelligent man to go swimming in and he wanted to prove them wrong but in reality just confirmed he is an idiot" and now I want that to be a thing
I’ve been to Scotland twice and I love the atmosphere there! I had a great time in Edinburgh but I also really enjoyed the Scottish nature.
win - what’s the most important thing in a relationship?
Probably humour! And just understanding each other in general.
jakes - if you could run away from everything, where would you go? what would you do?
I’d find myself a nice house somewhere far away from society, preferably somewhere in the highlands or in Ireland, with a couple of dogs and a horse. And chickens. And a cat. And preferably a perfect internet connection but that seems a bit unrealistic.
fancy - dumbest thing you ever did?
Oh boi I do a lot of dumb things but one that I was particularly ashamed of happened a few months ago. I went to a supermarket and I walked to what I thought was a self-checkout but the screen didn’t move so I just started tapping it and thought it was probably broken until I realized it was just a screen at a regular cash register and the cashier just stared at me and I wanted to die right there.
@lieutenantmalcolmreed asked for “some trip/malcolm fluff? trip teasing malcolm about something in a cute domestic way...sweet things” quite a while ago. And I never got around to finishing this. But now I will! Okay, it’s not quite what you asked for, but I got the sweet things part right! Hope you start feeling better, love!!
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Can I Keep You...?
“I told you I was a good dancer. Can I keep you?”
“Casper...?”
Malcolm sniffled twice and blinked back the tears that were prickling the backs of his eyes. Damn whoever had decided on this blasted film for movie night. Though there weren’t any explosions, and the special effects were questionable at best, and it was certainly aimed more towards a far younger crowd than the men and women of the Starship Enterprise, Malcolm couldn’t help but get caught up in it.
Casper, though he’d died several years earlier in the film, was lonely and wanted a friend. Malcolm could relate to that very much. He too had once been a lonely youth, in search of a friend. He’d been a rather lonely adult, too, for that matter. At least until he’d found Trip.
As the temporarily alive again Casper leaned in to press a sweet, innocent kiss to Kat’s lips, Malcolm swallowed hard past the lump in his throat and drew in a small, shuddered breath. Bloody emotions and heartwarming films from years past! He’d never even heard of the film until Trip told him about it, and then had scoffed at the idea of such a movie.
Honestly, a ‘friendly ghost’? A ghost alone was hard enough to believe. But a friendly one befriending a living girl and her widowed father? Out witting two bumbling villains while three ‘wicked uncles’ have a change of heart? Absolute nonsense in Malcolm’s opinion.
Yet there he sat, staring at the screen, the bowl of popcorn he’d been sharing with Trip forgotten. Tears clinging to his eyelashes. How cruel a fate for young Casper! He’d been given a chance to have his wish come true, yet only for a scant hour? Perhaps not even a full hour! To be whole and solid again, to hug Kat and have what was no doubt his first kiss with her, only to turn back into a ghost once the clock struck 10. Surely Dr. Harvey would have taken Casper in if he’d been allowed to stay human! Why give him that small taste of life again only to rip it away from him?
As the Ghostly Trio broke into an upbeat rendition of the theme song, and the credits began to roll, Malcolm rocked to the side as a shoulder nudged into his own. Glancing to his right with startled eyes, he stared at Trip for a moment before looking away. The teasing sparkle that shown in Trip’s eyes told him that his emotional reaction to a film he’d insisted he had no interest in seeing had been caught.
“Thought you didn’t like ‘sappy, sentimental, nonsense’, Lieutenant,” teased Trip.
The lean he always seemed to put on Malcolm’s rank never failing to both aggravate and endear the man to him all the more. He swiped at his eye as discreetly as possible before straightening up in his chair and moving to stand.
“Childish fancy,” Malcolm muttered in reply, reaching to pick the bowl up off Trip’s lap. “I’m afraid I outgrew that a long time ago.”
“Uh-huh...” Trip folded his arms over his chest and followed Malcolm to the dish return. “Then how come I saw you leaning forward in your seat so many times?”
“Our chairs are hardly comfortable for extended periods of time. I was readjusting.”
“An’ that little gasp an’ ‘oh no’ when Kat’s father died?”
“I’m not completely heartless, Commander. Who would want to see a child orphaned?”
Trip leaned against the wall, arms still folded and a tiny, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Guess you must’a j’st been restin’ your head on your fingertips when Casper put Dr. Harvey in the Lazarus machine, then? S’pose those tears at the end there were j’st, what? Allergies?”
Turning and squaring his shoulders, Malcolm gave a small nod. “As a matter of fact...”
A laugh bubbled up out of Trip as he pushed himself off the wall and stepped in closer to Malcolm. “C’mon, Malcolm. Admit it, you got lost in the movie. Even without any explosions and for bein’ a kid’s film.”
Malcolm shook his head, refusing to give Trip the satisfaction of being right. Again. It was a sweet film, one that tugged on Malcolm’s heart more than he cared to admit to, that didn’t mean he had to let Trip know that.
The room had cleared save for the two of them, and Malcolm was suddenly very aware of just how intently Trip was watching him. A shiver went through him as Trip’s teasing stare darkened into something different. Something deeper that had Malcolm swallowing past a lump in his throat and struggling not to shift uncomfortably.
“Computer,” Trip called out, never taking his eyes off Malcolm. “Play Casper’s Lullaby.”
As the gentle, hauntingly beautiful melody drifted out from the speakers, Malcolm felt his throat close off all the more. Damn you, Mistah Tuckah! He cursed to himself, swiping his tongue across his lips. Trip took another step closer, one eyebrow raised and a challenging look on his face as he held one hand out to Malcolm.
“Trip...what--”
“C’mon, I’m a good dancer, too, y’know.”
Malcolm’s eyes darted around the room, pink flushing his face. Surely this wasn’t happening. Things like this didn’t happen to Malcolm. And his life was far from a sentimental, heartwarming tale.
“Commander, I don’t think --”
“No thinkin’ involved, Lieutenant,” murmured Trip as he took hold of Malcolm’s hip, coaxing him in closer. “Ya think too much as it is. Don’t think fer a change.”
Trip’s voice was soft and warm, his gentle Southern accent surrounded Malcolm, drawing him in as they swayed in time with the music.
Another shiver went racing up Malcolm’s spine as warm breath ghosted over his ear. “C’mon, Mal. ‘S j’st us. Loosen up an’ dance with me. J’st this once.”
His heart fluttering, Malcolm sighed heavily. How was he suppose to deny such a heartfelt request? Forcing himself to relax, Malcolm slowly felt himself leaning into Trip’s body more, one arm draped around Trip’s neck, one hand resting above a heart that beat so tenderly. The last of his resolve fading away, like the magic that brought Casper back to life for that short amount of time, Malcolm turned his face into Trip’s neck and simply allowed himself to be moved along.
The music played on as they swayed back and forth. It was hardly dancing, but Malcolm couldn’t bring himself to point that out. It wasn’t that important. His eyes gently fell shut and a soft, shy smile inched across his face as Trip’s lips brushed over his ear in a tender whisper.
“Can I keep you?”
The question was sappy and sentimental, completely cliche’ and ridiculous, even for Trip. Malcolm loved him all the more for it.
Smiling all the more, Malcolm opened his eyes and brushed a soft kiss just under Trip’s ear. Light glinting off a simple band on his finger as he answered back just as gently.
earphones and a device to listen to music on (mostly phone)
normal stuff like purse, keys, deodorant etc
several pens and probably a notebook
a particular item related to my autism, that i don’t want to go into in a meme but i always have it with me
something to snack on
5 things you’ll find in my bedroom
always a minimum of one cat, usually some of them, sometimes all of them. also, climbing frames for said cats
my collections of dvds, cds and books
a speaker for my music
candles. love candles
my desk with my laptop on it
5 things that make me happy
when it snows – which isn’t so often when i live in a town with a beach. but it snows more where i work, which is some consolation
going to concerts, absorbing my self in the music i love being played live and louder than it could at home
learning and knowing as much as i can about everything
travelling and seeing the world and learning about other cultures
spending time with my family and friends
5 things that I’m currently into
i have recently got re-obsessed with bbc merlin. after the show ended there were a few years there where i didn’t really watch it very often because i was getting more into star trek than i had been when i was a kid but then for a few months now i’ve been watching it a LOT and more recently devouring fanfic. i don’t know how much merlin will show up on my blog bc i’m not on tumblr much at the moment but you can certainly expect some fic from the show soon on my ao3 (and other shows. right now it’s all star trek except for one cxg ficlet)
i also recently got into the good place and one day at a time
black panther!!! i’ll have seen it at least 5 times in the cinema by the end of next week. it’s SO GOOD
i mean, in terms of music, i’ve mostly been listening to symphonic metal at the moment. i mean i’ve been into it ages and i’m still into all the other metal and the pop-punk and hard rock etc but i’ve been listening to symphonic metal much more than i’ve been listening to other genres
picking up fiddle again. i got in touch with my old teacher (who happens to be a family friend) and he said i could go back to him for lessons again. maybe now the stress of moving is out the way i’ll actually get around to it
5 things on my to-do list
writing, due to health reasons i’ve done very little in the past few months but i feel like i might be ready to get back on track. i have a bunch of new fics to write, and also one of my goals for 2018 is to update every published wip and try to finish some…. we’ll see
i just moved house, so i’ve got a load of work to do redecorating and unpacking and getting various tradespeople in and it’s hectic
i really need to get on with deciding on, and buying, a new laptop and a new phone because mine are both on their last legs
i really need to get on with getting my costumes together for destination star trek 2018, and while i’m at it some of my normalwear clothes need replaced
need to get on with researching accommodation and things to do for my holiday in november. i’m going to stuttgart (and a nightwish gig while i’m there) and i can’t wait
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the grankids are round and archer won’t stop going on with wild stories from his time on enterprise and the kids are like “grandpa stop bsing” and shran is like “unfortunatley he’s speaking the complete truth i should know i was there” or smth sappy idek
this is a little messy cuz i couldn’t transition from family time to just the two of them smoothly SORRY
“No way!” Zotheva throws a cushion at Archer, who blocks it deftly (old he may be, but his water polo reflexes are still sharp). “You did not marry aphthavan on accident!”
Archer laughs heartily. “Of all my stories, that’s the one you’re going to question? Not the one where I fought the Ushaan with him and won? Or when I turned into a lizard?”
“You did stuff like that all the time, Grandpa,” little Okshnova pipes up from Talla’s lap. “But we’ve seen the pictures of your bond ceremony with aphthavan!”
“That was the official ceremony, pavshri'za,” Archer says. Eva and Nova both gaze up at him, wide-eyed. Talla giggles and makes sure Nova doesn’t fall over in her eagerness. “Many, many years ago, we were trying to make first contact with a species, so we beamed down in disguise right into the middle of a festival! Wanting to fit in so as not to cause suspicion, we followed the lead of the aliens, and before we knew it they’d pronounced us married!” The girls erupt into laughter. “Apparently their culture was quite collective, and they liked to hold many weddings at a time so everyone could celebrate together.”
“As I remember it,” Shran interrupts, striding into the room from the kitchen and laying a kiss on Archer’s grey hair, “you aimed us right for that festival. Something about parties being the easiest way to get to know a society.”
“And I still believe that!”
They chat for a little longer, but then Talla stands, setting Nova down and gesturing to both her shei to hug their grandfathers. “Jon, thavan, we have to be going. The girls have school in the morning.”
“Bye!” Eva throws her arms around their necks and they each kiss a cheek. Nova hugs Shran, then runs around to the other side and hugs Archer. Talla leans down to kiss their foreheads.
“Get home safe!” Archer waves.
The door shuts behind their family, leaving the two alone in the quiet night. Shran tugs Archer’s face down and presses their foreheads gently together. “I would have married you that day, anyway.”
“T’Pol was ready to kill us for improper protocol.”
Shran kisses him with a smile. “She was right, as always.”
“Protocol doesn’t rule my heart.”
“Pinkskin, protocol never even ruled your command.”
