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sweet moments from Our Flag Means Death that were cut or not shown in full
we need all the deleted scenes and cuts, now please
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sweet moments from Our Flag Means Death that were cut or not shown in full
we need all the deleted scenes and cuts, now please
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Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post
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A Far Wilder Magic by Allison Saft mood board: Part 6
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You must simply marry the man who feels like your dearest friend.
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if i bring a book someplace it doesn't necessarily mean i want to read it mayb i just want to take her on a walk. Get her some fresh air and a change of scenery
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Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before. I mean, they have a few times, and… and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based and theirs was more smoke-related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.
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↳“The Wrath of Baron Samdi” (Series 4, Episode 10)
Hey all. How are you?
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Fanfiction is just the best isn’t it? You can go read a little drabble about your otp having a morning cuddle with a side of pancakes, and then go to a 100k full fucking space epic au that someone just wrote cause they wanted to. We have heartwretching fics, coffee shop au’s, westerns, modern fantasies, arranged marriages, medieval stories, I’m so grateful to fanfic writers for giving us stories (some better than published books) about our favorite characters to read on the daily for free.
Thank you <3
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mutuals. c'mere. this is a checkpoint. i am checking in. i am wrapping you in a blanket and giving you a nice warm drink. also some pretty flowers. it will be ok.
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Amanda Grayson always told her son to never judge a book by it’s cover.
Spock found that highly illogical due to the fact that physical books were no longer in physical publication and also, that old Terran book jackets that been designed for the exact purpose of making a decision about the book before reading it.
It was this exact line of thinking that persisted after his meeting with Captain Pike. Captain Pike had recommended that he reach out to one of his gifted recruits–a young man with a name that was often whispered with equal reverence and distaste around campus: Kirk.
Anyone on campus would have had a hard time not being confronted by the Cadet’s salacious reputation, even if Spock knew the act of rumors and scuttlebutt was a waste–a close cousin to teasing and bullying, something he could never condone–and it was certainly at odds with what Captain Pike maintained.
“Kid’s a genius, Spock, definitely would be worth challenging him to a game of chess. Might surprise you.”
Surprises were illogical, and based on the upward tick of the Captain’s mouth, he seemed to have said the latter ironically. It was exhausting, Spock thought, to keep track of human emotion.
Spock had decided that he wouldn’t give James Kirk the chance to surprise him. The rumors were not rumors but truth, as Spock witnessed the Cadet affectionate with not one but three different beings at the early morning mealtime in a span of a week.
He had seen various other Cadets angrily stalk away from him, fight over him, cry over him around Campus. It was most distracting. He developed a distaste for Kirk that sat uncomfortably in his gullet, giving the man a wide berth at any shared functions where they might have crossed paths. His mother would not approve but Spock was too busy to align himself with anyone that wasn’t focused on their career at Starfleet.
A day before the Fall Semester concluded found Spock in his favorite alcove in the library. He had an office shared with two other teaching assistances in Kirk Hall but there was a Holiday party in full swing and Spock had a half dozen theses to read and his own assessment to turn in before 7 am the next morning. In short, he was cramming.
He was in the midst of reviewing a fourth paper, a headache forming in his temples, and a white knuckled grip on the PADD.
There was a loud, unrelenting noise that had persisted for the past twenty minutes, thirty-five seconds.
“Fuck this paper with boughs of holly. Fuck la da da da da da da da da.”
Spock rose from his alcove and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Pardon me, Cadet-” He began, walking around a stack to where none other than Cadet James Kirk was rocking back on a chair, twirling a pencil with one hand and popping mini marshmallows into his mouth with the other.
Kirk gave what might be described as a sheepish look before straightening. “Commander Spock. I didn’t realize anyone else was in here.”
“Indeed. Perhaps, you would like to move to a more suitable area of the library for your activities?”
Kirk’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re asking me to leave?”
“This is a quiet area intended for serious work. I believe your theatrics–”
“I was singing and working on a paper.”
“Are better served elsewhere.” Spock finished.
Kirk looked like he give in to some base emotion but then he chuckled. “Yeah, everything they said about you was right.”
Anonymous asked:
Hope you are doing okay! You are an amazing person 😊
Thank you, friend! I’m doing okay, just busy with work and haven’t felt creative lately.
Jim’s watched enough Hallmark movies to know that seeing his former childhood best friend and love of his life at the car rental kiosk four days before Christmas is a jacked up joke the universe is playing on him.
“I’m a doctor not a psychic! How was I supposed to know there wouldn’t be any rental cars left?” Former best friend, Dr. Leonard McCoy exclaims at the counter.
The bored desk clerk blinks at him and then looks down at her screen. “I’m sorry, sir--we’re all booked up due to the snow storm. I can put you on standby but the wait time is 48 hours.”
As Bones blows out his breath in frustration and Jim tries not to stare at this grownup version of the boy he shared his first kiss with. Said grownup Leonard McCoy is in a red and black plaid shirt, dark jeans and boots that remind him of the days they stomped around the fields behind his parents old farmhouse.
He makes an impulsive decision.
“Hey, Bones?” The masochistic side of him is pleased at how raspy his voice is and the way Bones whips around like, well--like his former childhood best friend surprised him.
“You wanna ride with me?”
***
Just when Len thought he’d gotten over Jim Kirk--his heart no longer squeezes uncomfortably when his mama mentions his name, for one--the damn fool shows up as if conjured out of thin air.
Impossibly handsome, scruff and the same blue eyes Len thought he dreamed up. Using the nickname from when they were kids. Jesus Christ.
And before he knows it, his damn fool agrees to carpool with him.
A horrible idea. Just being in Jim’s orbit again is enough to make him feel untethered. Didn’t he just say he was over Jim? The kid moved away years ago--broke his heart years ago, surely the feelings were gone?
But as he catches Jim’s gaze, where he grins that wicked shit stirring grin as he signs the paperwork for the only rental car left in Iowa--he feels warm, a happy tingle causing him to shiver.
This is going to be a long trip.
***
“Didn’t realize you never learned how to drive.” Bones says gruffly, surveying the damage of their very flat tire and broken axel.
“You distracted me!” Jim says, blowing out cold air.
“Not my fault you’re so squirmier than a baby goat.”
Jim tries not to think about the way his hand is warm from where Bones brushed up against him. How it tickled, causing Jim to jerk his hand away as if burnt and lose focus of road, not noticing the pothole or that he was heading right for it.
Of all the times Jim imagined Bones touching him again--the aftermath leading them to get stuck in a ditch wasn’t it.
The squeal of breaks and a loud rumbling causes Jim to yelp as Bones tugs him back, forcing Jim behind him. A bus skids to a stop in front of them, kicking up snow and wet mud, the door squeaking open and a grey mustachioed man in a train conductor’s hat grins down at them. “Y’all need a lift?”
Jim catches Bones eyes as he looks over his shoulder, still in front of Jim, shielding him like he did when they were kids, as if he could protect him from a bus barreling toward them. He shrugs.
Bones sighs.
“Why the hell not?”
***
“Well, newlyweds, thanks for being patient on this detour as we pick up our stowaways!” The driver booms over the speaker system.
Bones chokes besides him. The only seats left on the bus was the cozy two seater aisle seat near the front and put their duffles between them as a barrier.
“Newlyweds?”
“Why yes!” The driver says, grinning at them in the mirror. “I’m Roger and this is my newlyweds Christmas tour bus!”
“This was a mistake.” Jim stage whispers.
“You think?” Bones seems to be hyperventilating.
“Tell us about yourselves!”
Bones elbows Jim. “Um.”
“Go ahead! We’ve all gotten nice and acquainted since leaving Des Moines. Your turn!”
“I’m Jim and this is Bon--” Bones kicks at his leg. “Leonard. This is actually the first time we’ve seen each other since we were eighteen.”
“An arranged marriage?” An older woman at the back gasps.
“Lord no!” Bones guffaws. “We’re just...” He trails off and Jim understands. How do you explain what they are or aren’t? To a bus of strangers?
Roger chuckles. “This’ll be fun.”
***
“My June and I...it took us ages to admit feelings. She was a nurse in the war and I was stuck here in Iowa.” Liddy, the woman who insists on knitting hats for Jim and Bones as soon as they introduce themselves at their first rest stop. “Took us forty-eight years, three failed marriages and nearly dying to just stop being babies. We got married two months ago. We’re going to visit my granddaughter in Georgia and her partner.”
Bones hears a similar story from Lewis and Eloise, who were best friends for years before they got together.
“I told him I loved him and he left.” Jim explained to Marty and Jack, they were the youngest and closest in age to Jim.
“Jim was a kid. I was a kid. I thought he wasn’t serious. I was worried he’d leave me.” Bones says after drinking way to much spiked hot chocolate from Lewis and Eloise’s stash.
Roger tells Bones at the gas station outside the Georgia state lines. “My wife Kate and I--we ran this tour for twenty-years before she passed. It was the greatest joy to spend Christmas together surrounded by love. We found each other later in life, far later than we should have. There’s not a day that goes by when I don’t wish I had found her sooner. That we had more time. Don’t regret life, kid.”
***
Outside a Georgia farmhouse, the inside lights a warm glow illuminating them, Jim takes Bones hand. Bones nuzzles Jim’s cold nose. Their lips meet as if they never forgot how.
Bones knows he owes Roger a huge thank you.
“Merry Christmas, Bones.”
“Merry Christmas, Jim.”
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366 Days of Captain Swan [223/366]
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“Can robots feel?” = uninspired, stale, tends to fixate on capacity for romantic love
“What do robots feel?” = fresh, exciting, full of potential for novel characters and exploration of personhood
Please read SET MY HEART TO FIVE by Simon Stephenson, a book about a robot learning how to deal with new emotions.
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We get a lot of Jim's birthday, but what about Jim doing something for Bones the first birthday he can't see Joanna? (my quarantine birthday is coming up and I need a pick me up 😊)
“Bones, love of my life, sole owner of my heart, can you promise me something?”
Jim locks himself in Bones office, not that his husband would notice really, because he’s too busy focusing on the PADD in front of him, glaring at it the way he glares at ensigns who don’t show up for vaccinations on time.
“You say something, Jim?” Bones says after a minute, blinking up at Jim.
“Can you not make Chekov cry again? Sulu might challenge you to a duel, and we know you can’t handle a sword, so I’ll have to do it, and I really don’t want to be eviscerated by my pilot.”
Bones sighs, rubs at his temples. “I didn’t make Pavel cry. I just wasn’t happy with the news he delivered. Might’ve overreacted.”
“You taught him some curses even I haven’t yet. And he thinks you’re mad at him. He’s commandeered the communications hub to make you an apology card.”
Jim leans into Bones, slotting himself into place the way he has more times than he can count. He knows about the news Chekov delivered--and he wished he hadn’t. He’s already been on the comm all day, figuring out ways around it.
“I’m sorry we won’t be back Earth side for your birthday.” He says into Bones’ hair.
“No big deal.”
“Mr. Chekov wouldn’t agree with you.”
He hears Bones’ huff of breath. “Every birthday I’ve seen her. I don’t even know what it would be without that.”
Jocelyn is militant about Joanna’s visitations. She gets to see Bones on her birthday, but she had the flu, and his. And the brief shore leaves on Earth, which every year during Bones’ birthday they’ve been on the Enterprise, has coincided. Not that Jim had anything to do with that. At all.
But this year they’re too far to make it back. A milk run and a rescue mission back to back will place them to many systems away from Earth to get back in time. Jim tried pulling favors to get Jocelyn and Jo on a ship so they could meet halfway--no dice.
“I’m so sorry, babe.” Jim threads his fingers into the nape of Bones’ neck. He knows about shitty birthdays. Before Bones, before the Academy, his birthday consisted of a warm body and bottles of whatever took the edge off.
Bones takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, turns his face into Jim’s neck. “It’ll be fine. Just a day, right?”
Right.
***
“Jim.”
“Nope, not right now.” Jim tells the guts of the display system.
“Excuse me?” The voice incredulously asks.
Jim’s head collides with the panel door. “Shit, ow, sorry, Uhura. What’s going on?”
“I’ve heard back from all the departments, we’re a go for the non-essential blackout.”
He could kiss her. “Oh, thank god.”
“What else do you need?”
“Right now? For this display to stop being a little shit.”
Jim hears Uhura’s shoes click clack on the floor before smelling her floral perfume as she settles down next to him. “Want me to get Scotty?”
“I’ve got him and Chekov running Bones interference.”
“Good luck with that.”
“That’s what I said.” Jim slams the panel door closed sends a silent prayer to any deity that might be listening that this works.
***
“Bunch of halfwits. Who shaves off their eyebrows twice?” Bones says as he enters their quarters.
Jim winces and makes a mental note to send Chekov and Scotty a fruit basket or something later.
Before Jim can get farther into their rooms, Jim stops him. “Bones! I haven’t seen you all day. We were supposed to have birthday lunch.”
“Thank the entirety of engineering who decided to actually show up early for their checkups.” Bones grumbles and accepts a kiss.
“Aw, its like they wanted to give you a birthday present.”
Bones snorts. “Please tell me we can drink now.”
“Not yet. We’ve got that safety seminar, remember. On the observation deck?”
Bones face scrunches up. “This day keeps getting better and better.”
Jim tugs Bones into the hallway, nodding at two ensigns who quickly salute and then dart off, knowing smiles following behind.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Jim says, pushing the wide double doors of the observation bay open. The large windows have been replaced with the display screens he installed earlier.
Bones grumbles about being the first to arrive as Jim checks his comm. Right on time.
The displays blink on and Jo’s toothy seven-year-old grin fills the large screen. Bones gasps--actually takes a shuttering breath and stumbles forward. Thank goodness, Jim’s there to hold him up and push him into a comfortable chair. “Jo? Baby?”
“Daddy!”
Jim’s not sure he can hand out commendations for this but he desperately wants to. He owes his crew. Big time.
For all that their ship is high tech, best in class, and so on, they still can’t get past communication blackouts this far into the black. And Starfleet, no matter how much they owe Bones, can’t just grant resources to pushing a video call on a flagship’s CMO birthday. It took some major juice--the juice that running all systems and causing a virtual blackout would do--to power this call.
But hearing Jo sing happy birthday and Bones blink away happy tears and grip his hand so tight that Jim thinks his husband’s palm lines are imprinted on his own--is worth it.
“When you come home, Jim says we’re going to spend a whole week together!”
Oh yeah, and he managed to call in that favor after all. Couldn’t get Jo here in time but he could get Joce and Clay a Risa vacation in exchange for a week with Jo when they dock on Earth next month.
Bones squeezes his hand again and mouths, Thank you. And Jim leans into him and hopes he knows that no thanks is necessary.
“Happy birthday, Bones.” He says instead, kissing his temple and grinning as Jo holds up a large poster happy birthday sign.
Maybe birthdays don’t have to be so bad after all.