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doctorateinfanfiction:

guys guys guys

what if jim and bones were like eating lunch or something at the academy and jim said something that just caught bones by surprise and made him laugh this really carefree, gentle laugh that’s like waves on a rocky shore or something and jim’s just staring at bones with part of his food hanging out of his mouth and this look of awe and bones tries to cover it up with his usual grumpy face but it’s too late because jim knows

How about a Lord of the Rings retelling in space tho how. about. it.

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DIE? YOU’RE GONNA DIE??? RIGHT????????

goddamn it, man, i’m a fangirl not a balanced individual

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OMG HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

I’M GONNA???

[smashes things] [scowls] [muffled swearing in the distance]

i don’t know what i can offer against paradise

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I CAN OFFER AGAINST PARADISE

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I CAN OFFER AGAINST PARADISE

gyzym:

a jim/bones birthday ficlet for camille <3

Jim taps his tongue against his teeth, his thumb against his cards, the heel of his right shoe against the toe of his left one. Everybody’s got tells; the trick is to mask them, to bury them in an avalanche of red herrings and false constructions. He says, “Hit.” 

“D’you even know how this game is played?” Bones asks, across from him. There’s a toothpick dangling from the edge of his mouth because Bones doesn’t believe in tells, doesn’t see the point where there’s so much he could be telling — he keeps sucking on that stupid woodsliver, sliding it in and out from between his faintly-smirking lips, and Jim knows Bones knows he’s watching. This is a whole argument boiled down to the faint motion of a few muscles, Jim’s wanting to be here and Bones’s eye-rolling disapproval, his drawled insistence that there are better things they could be doing with their time.

Jim grins. Bones rolls his eyes. A paragraph of old history passes between them as the dealer, six-handed and four-eyed, does something to the deck that Jim assumes is a shuffle. The truth is, Jim doesn’t know how this game is played, except that he does, because it’s all blackjack at the end of the day: be boring and stay. Be daring and hit. Win or lose. 

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♥ = all of these are my faves but fics with this by the title are especially my faves
♛ = i strongly encourage you to check out the rest of these author’s fics (all of these ppl are gr8 writers in their individual ways i’ve just basically READ EVERYTHING THESE PEOPLE HAVE WRITTEN FOR STAR TREK idk what that tells you probably that i have too much time on my hands)

Part 1: Academy 

Part 2: Trek Canon Compliant Pre-Movie/Academy AU

Part 3: Post-Movie 

Part 4: Trek Canon Compliant Post Movie AU

Part 5: AU

OKAY HERE WE GO. 20 fics so far but i’ll update as i go along / spiral further into insanity

(use the links above to navigate, yo)

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twentythreefour:

Big hug today to all my friends with shitty, absent, and/or abusive dads.

i found a shirt at H&M yesterday and it’s a wonderful color. It’s an extremely dark green, like the color of dried moss and earth and forests at night. 

I pretty much exclusively shop at H&M because they’re the most stylish for the least buck while having reasonable sizing options in switzerland, and because they make it easy for me to indulge in my current “DOES THIS LOOK POST-APOCALYPTIC TO YOU OR WHAT” obsession.