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i just think valerio is neat

valerio: does something/anything

nicole:

[thisgirlhastales]

ahhh okay the idea of more space cowboy fic has literally made my whole weekend. bless u and ur writing i cant wait to read it :) ❤❤

*hugs* Editing is going pretty well, I think — I’m never fully satisfied, so I’ve had to learn to let things go, post, and then come back. You always catch more stuff once it’s posted ;) I really, really hope y’all like this — and I hope you have an awesome rest-of-the-weekend, whether you like the story or not :D *more hugs*

[catnippackets]

hiya friend just poppin in to say i know that chronic stomach illness life and it sucks!! like a lot!! and im glad ur feeling better and i hope it lasts!! (ive been sick the last few days too it must be the time for it or something)

thank you!! and aw man that blows I hope it passes for you soon :(((

[typewrter]

Tagged by @glorioussandwichwhispers to “make your own aesthetic, using the pictures on your phone”, so here we are! 

I tag @rememberthatyouwerelovedbyme, @farfromthstars, @wizzardblizzard, @knouis and @proinsiarse. 

[captainkirkmccoy]

Jim and Len meet in a Starfleet a capella group called Tribble Your Heart Out. 

Correction: Jim and Len meet on a shuttle from Riverside, Iowa to San Francisco, California. Jim sings Build Me Up Buttercup while Len white-knuckles the seatbelt and tries to breathe through his nose without blowing chunks. 

They start their shaky (if not co-dependent) friendship after Uhura demands they be co-captains of the team because she didn’t have time to babysit Chekov and Sulu and Spock wasn’t a logical choice for captain anyway. 

Their last performance as a team before graduation was set to be on the maiden voyage of the USS Enterprise, two weeks after graduation. 

They end up losing half their team to the Narada and Jim becomes Captain of a whole fucking ship. 

“Captain?”

Jim raised his head. He was just at the beginning of a migraine, halos and floating bobs of light compounding the that started at his temples. “Yes, Ensign?”

“I was wondering, sir-” Chekov twisted his hands in front of him. “I think it might be good if we were to sing again.”

“Sing?”

“The crew...they might need something to deal with the stress. And well--Doctor McCoy said that your voice was particularly soothing.”

“Bones said that?” Jim winced. 

“Well, he muttered it sir. This was after Nurse Chapel hypoed him. He was refusing to rest sir. He said he would when you would.”

Jim sighed. “Sounds like Bones.”

“So will you? I would sing to, if you’d like. The whole Tribble group, sir. What’s left of it that is.” Chekov’s mouth twisted at the reminder. 

And so it was his Ensign’s puppy dog eyes and his best-friend’s grumbling that led him to the start of the Enterprise’s bi-weekly A capella concerts. 

Two years later, one year into their five year mission and one year and six months after Bones brings him back from the dead, his CMO stops their a capella performance mid-song and gets down on his knee in front of all 900 crew members. 

“I just want to marry you....” he finishes the 21st century song mid lyric and Jim has never been more in love with his a-capella co-captain. 

[waroftheposes]

Omar you’re dating a jock!

@wizzardblizzard at Omar when he’s surprised that Ander doesn’t like his Halloween costume

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✌🏽✌🏽

[waroftheposes]

this isnt a question but i want u to know that every time i think about omar i picture him in that little neck scarf he wears and its so cute

is it an ascot??? is that what it’s called

agreed it’s cute af