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April 23 2017

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sibirierkatze:

Poor Scotty

ladymcchekov:

getoffthere:

russian-whizkid-ensign-navigator:

[AGRESSIVELY PUNCHES A HOLE THROUGH YOUR FLOOR] HAVE YOU ACCEPTED HIKARU SULU AS YOUR LORD AND SAVIOR?

i dunno is the parking brake still on?

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dailychrispine:

Ears burning?

Worry - Jim Kirk

imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul:

Requested by anonymous. 

“So, how does everything look?” you asked as you pulled your top back over your growing stomach. Leonard nodded at you as he pulled off his gloves. 

“Good. Great. Jim should have nothing to worry about,” he said with a knowing smile. You laughed and sat up, swinging your legs back over the side of the examination table. 

“Could you let him know that?”

“He still stressing out about this?” You nodded. Since the moment you told your husband that you were pregnant, he had not stopped worrying about every possible thing that could go wrong. 

“I’m sure you know more than I do,” you said. “He comes down here nearly every day to ask you a new question.”

“As soon as the baby’s here, he’ll relax, I promise,” Leonard said. You sighed. 

“I hope so.” 

You left Med Bay and started walking back to the command center. A kick caused you to bring your hand to your stomach, just as the doors opened. Jim spun around in his chair, and immediately got up when he saw that you were touching your stomach.

“Everything okay?” he asked, immediately in front of you. 

“Yes. Just a kick,” you said with a smile. Jim didn’t, so you leaned in to kiss his cheek, causing a small smile to spread across his face. 

“How’d the doctor’s appointment go?” he asked, following you as you sat down. 

“Great. Bones says everything is okay.”

“Okay?” he asked nervously. “Just okay?”

“No, everything looks alright. Everything is gonna be fine,” you said, touching his arm. He sighed, but still the worried look didn’t leave his face. 

“Did he give a more conclusive date on when you would give birth?” he asked.

“No, still the same due date as before.”

“We’ll still keep planning around that day.”

“Planning?” you asked, leaning back in your chair. 

“Yes. Everything needs to be perfect.”

“It will be, because we’ll have our baby. I wish you would stop worrying about this.”

“I’m not worried.” You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “What?” 

“Jim, you have put off every mission we have had planned on foreign planets since you found out, in case I went through labor while you were gone.”

“That was a good decision,” he said.us to 

“You did it nine months ago! Listen,” you said, taking his hand, making him crouch down so you could talk as privately as possible. “I love you, but you need to stop stressing. It will be fine.” He nodded and leaned up to kiss you softly.

“I love you, too.”

As the day went on, you figured that Jim had calmed down, at least just a little bit. However, when you arrived back at your cabin, you found Spock and Leonard standing in your room.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly. 

“Hey,” Leonard said. 

“What are you doing?” Leonard stumbled over his words, so Spock gave an answer to whatever he was going to give a lie to.

“The captain wanted us to make sure everything was prepped in case you had to give birth-”

“You’re kidding,” you said.

“No, those were the captain’s specific orders.”

“She knows,” Leonard said, slapping Spock’s arm softly. “I’m sorry,” he said to you.

“It’s not your fault.” You rubbed your stomach, feeling another kick. “With all this stress that he is causing me, he’s going to make this baby come quicker than it’s suppose to.”

When Jim came back to your cabin that night, you remained silent. You knew that he knew you knew what he was trying to do. You crawled into bed silently that night by yourself. Jim came in a little later, and rolled over to face you.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“For what?” you asked sleepily.

“I don’t mean to be stressing you out with my worry.”

“I don’t know why you have to be worried. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“I’m sure my father thought the same thing,” he said. You sighed and moved closer to him, so that your stomach touched his. 

“You are not your father. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“He couldn’t have predicted what happened.”

“And neither can you. If something catastrophic like that were to happen, there’s no way you could stop it, either.” He sighed. “But you don’t need to worry, because it’s not going to. You, me, and little George will be just fine. I promise.”

“Why are you so calm?” he asked.

“Because you’re doing all the worrying for me,” you said with a smile. He nodded and you rested your forehead against his. 

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” you said, leaning up to kiss him. 


Two days later, Jim was clutching your hand as you gave birth to your son. He came exactly as planned, on your due date. Leonard was perfectly ready, Jim having ordered everyone to not fuck around until after the baby was born. 

The labor went fairly easy, and Jim never left your side once. A few minutes later, Leonard put your baby boy in your arms. Jim gasped once, and never took another breath again. You both were too busy staring at the perfect child in your arms. 

“He’s amazing,” Jim whispered finally.

“I love him,” you said, also keeping a low voice as you stared at the infant with Jim’s blonde hair, asleep in your arms. Jim kissed your forehead and you looked up at him.

“I told you there was nothing to worry about,” you said. 

“I know.” He kissed your lips, just as your son opened his mouth to cry, loudly enough for all of the ship to hear, no doubt.

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meanplastic:

i’m losing my mind

violetbaaudelaire:

full offence but i hope the guy who made magneto who is literally a holocaust survivor into a nazi, evaporates

whatif-animagineblog:

I’m watching “were no man has gone before” I know it was a pilot like an episode. they have the weird sweaters. Spock’s eyebrows are almost vertical.

But best of all. Gary Mitchell calls Jim a “Stack of books with legs”

and honestly, that is the most wholesome description of James Kirk

trekpositive:

Did you know that Scotty is the biggest fan of your art? Your writing? Your cosplay? Whatever you create, he loves it!

trekpositive:

Bones wants you to keep trying, even when it’s hard. You can do it, darlin!

miss-katie-winchester:

thewinsisterchronicles:

wheresthekillswitch:

kimb3r1ylove:

awesome-fandom-reference:

the-tardis-so-far:

wondermentsofme:

going-demon-hunting:

cassywinchestertheangel:

averypottermormon:

spn-fandom-breathing-heavily:

deadlyrandomness:

chemicznyplaz:

codependentsamanddean:

Roses are red

Violets are blue

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

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roses are red,

violets are blue

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these have been poems brought to you by the supernatural fandom

roses are red

violets are blue

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

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Violets are blue

Roses are red Violets are blue

I’ve never laughed so hard!

It’s gotten better everytime I find it.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I love this

Just in case no one has told you today

mccoymostly:

readysteadytrek:

- You’re beautiful

- You’re wonderful

- Don’t pander to me, kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. Solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait’ll you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles, see if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.

THIS HAS BEEN A SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.

xirishima:

have you ever loved a character so much you were like ?????? ? ? ??!??!?!! ! ! !?? ??? how did this happen??? ?? ? ?!???! !!?!??!?!?

knitmeapony:

istillliveinnarnia:

brigwife:

brigwife:

why is it not common knowledge that tolkien and c s lewis once went to a non-costume party dressed as polar bears

tolkien also used to chase his neighbours down the street in full viking warrior gear, and once convinced a class he taught that leprechauns are real

IS THIS TRUE BECAUSE THIS IS GOLD. PURE GOLD

Both facts well documented.  From this bio, for instance:

Despacito ~ Jim Kirk x Reader

wonders-of-the-enterprise:

thevalesofanduin:

Thanks to @mccoymostly and her HC about me I wanted to kiss someone so I decided to write out my own sexual frustration… Also, know that Laura likes to dance in clubs sometimes exactly for the below reasons, it’s so liberating every now and then!

Despacito is such a great song, by the way, I totally suggest listening to it while reading this…

Jim Kirk x Reader (1.141 words)


Despacito

The club is warm despite the black tank you’re wearing. Your skinnies feel even tighter and you’ve put your hair up into a bun at least half an hour ago to avoid it sticking to your neck as you dance on the dance floor.

Swinging, shaking, swaying to the bass of the music with fluent movements that make you feel alive.

Shore leave is such a blessing and after spending so long confined to the Enterprise it’s so liberating. To be among strangers, to feel the music thrumming through your body, the sheen of sweat from dancing for what feels like hours and just letting go. To be one with the music, to feel the tug and grind of the crowd and for a moment forget the responsibilities of work and life.

At the change of songs you still for a moment, turning to look at the group of five at the bar that have left you alone on the dancefloor in favor of some drinks. You catch the eye of one of your friends who raises a glass with a smirk and a wink. You frown, lean your head to the side questioningly but then the tunes of despacito pick up and eye-contact is lost in favor of the crowd swaying with the tunes of the song.

Just as you’re about to turn there’s a pair of hands on your hips, a soft breath over your ear and a low voice murmurs: “Do you know what despacito means?”

A soft gasp passes your lips, a thrill shooting down your spine because oh, that’s why your friend had looked so pleased. Because you know that voice, dream of that voice, but it still catches you by surprise.

Sure, you’ve been flirting and you’ve hoped – oh how you’ve hoped – he’d ask you out properly but it hasn’t gone beyond longing looks and lingering touches.

But now, oh now your skin feels on fire underneath his hands and you can’t help but lean back, into his chest and turn your head to look into the stunning blue eyes of none other than Jim Kirk. “I suppose you do.”

The grin that spreads over Jim’s face is sexy, dangerous and he sways his hips, gently pushes at yours and you’re moving together to the almost sensual tunes of the song as he whispers in your ear: “Slowly.”

You reach out your hands, place them atop of Jim’s and intertwine your fingers and for a moment you revel in the feeling of the two of you dancing together. Your closeness, his chest against your back, his hair tickling your cheek as he dips his head and it’s like the club’s disappeared and all that remains is you, Jim and the music. “Is that why you came to dance with me now?” You tease.

Jim chuckles and pulls back his hands, pulls at your hips to make you turn around. When you do, it’s his hands on your hips again, your arms around his shoulders as you move together as one. He leans in closer and for a moment you think he’s going to kiss you with his breath ghosting over your lips.

But he turns his head to the side instead, whispering in your ear: “It sounds beautiful in Spanish, doesn’t it? The song. So sensual, you don’t have to speak Spanish to understand he wants the woman he’s singing about.”

There’s a swirl of arousal in your gut, a warmth through your body but despite that you say: “You’re going to have to take me out for more than a dance if that’s what you want.”

You’re not looking for one night and while you know Jim isn’t either, it feels important to point it out.

“And I will.” Jim leans back a bit and the teasing is gone, has made place for an earnest and determined expression. He catches your eyes and smiles. “Tomorrow, if you want.” Then he lowers his eyes and chuckles to himself, gives an awkward shrug. “I just thought a dance would be a good start.”

“It is,” you tell him with a smile and a slow, sweet kiss against his cheek. You start moving again, pace picking up and it only takes a few seconds for your bodies to catch on to the music again. You grin at Jim. “And who knows, you might get a kiss at the end of the night.”




He walks you to your hotel room an hour later, the both of you tired but laughing. He’s got your hand in his and there’s nothing you can do to stop the butterflies in your stomach.

When you’re at your hotel room Jim raises your hand and kisses the back of it with a smile. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says and there’s obvious excitement in his voice. He releases your hand and is about to step back when you move forward.

You place your arms around his shoulder and lean your head to the side, asking: “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Jim bites his lip quickly, harsh breath passing his lips and his eyes search yours. “I only take what I’m given.”

“Well then,” you laugh and with an excited flutter in your chest lean in to kiss Jim.

Jim gasps softly against your lips before he tilts his head slightly to slot your lips together perfectly. His hands find your hips, fingers digging just slightly into your jeans and lips moving sensually against yours, slowly, despacito.

It’s soft and slow at first with lips pressing lightly, tongues meeting fleetingly but it doesn’t take long before there’s fire in-between the two of you. When your bodies seem to gravitate closer together and your hands pull and his fingers slide into your hair, turning your head just so he has better access. So that his tongue can slip in-between your lips and then it’s soft gasps and moans, heat in your gut and oh this is everything you’d hoped for.

It’s him backing you up until your back hits the wall and you pulling him closer so you feel his chest against yours and your lips never leaving each other. It’s want, it’s need, it’s longing and there’s nothing slow about it now.

Not anymore.

Not when he strokes his fingers down your neck teasingly, strokes your hair just a tad bit roughly.

By the time you part you’re both out of breath and he leans his forehead against yours with a look of lust and wonder in his eyes.

“That was,” he starts.

“Yea,” you murmur, completely swept off of your feet by the intensity of your first kiss together.

He takes a long, shuddering breath and presses a lingering kiss against your lips. “Tomorrow,” he murmurs and steps away.

You nod, breathe “tomorrow,” in return and watch breathlessly as he walks away.

Despacito indeed.


Tag list: @outside-the-government @southernbellestatues @imoutofmyvulcanmind @wonders-of-the-enterprise

I can not words. This was so good! Ah and the song…

lurkch:

oopsprompts:

“I swear I used to have ways to express my feelings that weren’t passive aggression and sarcasm.”

Leonard, mumbling to himself, during the most recent “discussion” on the bridge with Jim and Spock.

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resistdrumpf:

Today, we MARCH FOR SCIENCE.

apfelgranate:

amazighprincex:

the “woman is telling male romantic interest that she is upset about something and said male romantic interest shuts her up by kissing her without her permission and she struggles briefly but then melts into the kiss and she’s done being angry now because all she really needed was, not to have her concerns listened to, but instead to be sexually assaulted into silence, because men get to decide how valid women’s feelings are and how those feelings should be dealt with, I guess, and then they make out” is one of the most disgusting tropes I have ever laid my eyes on and it needs to die right now immediately

also the shitty sibling of this trope, aka “woman is upset/grieving and man (who may or may not be her romantic interest) hugs her ~to comfort her~ despite the fact that she tries to get away/says ‘no’ and/or struggles, sometimes violently, against said hug. until, of course, she collapses and starts sobbing, maybe hugs him back, thus proving he was totally right to completely ignore her refusals bc women of course don’t really know what they need, men do.“

burn these tropes. burn them, bury them, and salt the fucking earth so nothing may ever grow there.

lurkch:

witterprompts:

“I always get the short end of the stick. Why do I keep going along with your plans?”

We all know who’s plan it is and who’s getting the brown end of the stick. This is why the hyposprays come out.

The Drinking Game

lurkch:

Summary: While home on leave, Kirk, McCoy and Scotty go for ‘a few drinks’. Has James T. Kirk finally found his no-win scenario? Story by @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth

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timirl:

I FOUND THE ORIGIN OF THIS MEME

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