#sochya

[yel-halansu]

Sochya

Peace

[distanceheld-aa]

"I smiled at you. For WHAT?!"

🌟┊❛ @sochya — sc.

[falsemyth-a]

sochya replied to your post: i saved a url for… something. which means i have...

kira nerys? KIRA NERYS?

maybe maybe 👀

[healedspace]

underwater adventures™ | @sochya & @spacesaved

just once, leonard wants to be on a landing mission that goes smoothly. where they are welcomed, where the aliens are nice, and gentle, and offer them food and supplies. . . today is not that day. they are on some kind of aquaplanet, where the alien race exists deep underwater, not unlike the stories of atlantis on earth. 

these aliens are not the friendly kind, however, and kill their two red shirt security team members. the three of them are sentenced to a slow and painful death. excellent. 

“do either of you have a plan?” leonard asks as they stand against three separate walls of the cell they occupy. chains hold their wrists above their head. for a moment, there’s quiet. . . and then the sound of water. “oh, for fuck’s sake,” len grumbles, glancing down as the floor starts filling with liquid. “great. this is EXACTLY how i imagined dying!” 

[spacesaved]

‘ did you throw the first punch ? ’

hurt prompts | accepting!

      “  .  .  .  maybe  .  .  .  ”    oh,   he  ABSOLUTELY  did.   but  as  far  as  he’s  concerned,   it  was  well-deserved   &   worth  it.

[inthisbeyond]

@sochya liked your post “Like for a starter from Jodal.”

She barely glanced up when he came in, sweeping hair up from the floor into the cleaning vents. “In for a trim today, Mr. Ambassador?” Sure, he was Vulcan, but she couldn’t help the warm playfulness in her voice.  

[recklessheroism-archive-blog]

panda: *exists* me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

[empathicstars]

@spocktm gets a surprise! 

   Her hands shake, and she breathes nothing but desert -- nothing but hot air that burns them. It is nothing like home was -- nothing like white walls, frigid air, empty gazes. The above, she is convinced, is on fire, always on fire, borne of nothing but licking flames and terror. 

   “What happened?” Voice is hoarse -- hopefully that will perceived as because of the heat -- as she appraises the other near her. Where are we? is more how she feels, but that answer should be obvious.