never not attractive

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've done that before but enterprise mckirk with Jim growing a nice beard and Leonard having to fight off new admirers of the captain with a stick so to speak :)

I am so on board srsly. 

  • Bones never found himself attracted to masculine features. Sure, Jim is all-round attractive, but it’s never a physical attribute that stands out to him, more the man behind these good looks. That is, until he doesn’t see Jim for a week or two. Because York Town is reserved for Joanna, and when they fly out again, life sort of just gets in the way of being close to Jim until their first conference meeting.
  • Jim arrives late, as usual, because that’s never anything new. He walks into the room while Bones is mid-sentence, explaining the new medical report to the rest of the staff. And when Jim walks in, Bones is instantly distracted because what is that? It’s not a full beard, at all. Just a slightly messy, longer than strictly-allowed scruff, and there’s a slight grey peering through, and it’s the most mesmerizing thing besides those icy blue eyes. Bones doesn’t even realize he’s stopped speaking, until Uhura nudges his side gently. “Doctor? You were saying?” Clearing his throat, Bones looks away and focuses on his PADD instead. “Right,” he says, “let’s continue.”
  • Jim knows. He absolutely knows. Maybe not immediately, but after the second time Jim catches Bones staring, that ego just kind of oozes off of him. Smug grin, his own fingers lazily scratching that perfectly unkempt scruff. He’s purposely trying to draw Bones’ attention now, and Bones does his best to ignore it.
  • “Doctor McCoy,” Jim says when everyone gets up to leave, and the way he says it just sends shivers down Bones’ spine, “stay for a bit? I missed the introduction of your medical update.” “Since when do you care?” Bones counters, “it’s not like you actively read my reports-” “Just fucking stay,” Jim interrupts him, and Uhura snorts at that. “I’ll let Spock know you’re delayed,” she tells Jim. Bones watches her leave, then his attention turns back to Jim. “What was that all about?” “I could ask you the same question,” Jim replies, just casually leaning back in his chair, and he looks at Bones so fondly despite a cocky smile. “C’m here,” Jim continues, getting up and leaning in to press a kiss to Bones’ lips, “I missed you.” “You missed your razor, too,” Bones points out, and Jim laughs. “You dig it,” he replies, and Bones opens his mouth to protest that, but honestly, he can’t. Because it’s true, he absolutely digs it. And pretty quickly, Bones finds those lips on his neck, warm hands pushing up his shirt. “No medical update, then?” Bones asks, a little breathlessly, and Jim laughs. “Since when do I care?” 
  • So, Bones is into that beard. He’s really, really into it. Enough to endure heated makeout sessions in the turbo lift, or to allow Jim to interrupt Bones in his office. Hell, even on the Bridge. Skipping lunch is something Bones is generally quite opposed to, but hey, if there’s ever a reason to skip lunch, it’s because his already attractive boyfriend suddenly amped up looking even more attractive. Jim loves it, too, smug as ever about this newfound passion he didn’t even know could be improved in the first place.
  • But Bones isn’t the only one who thinks Jim looks great this way. Cadets are flirting with him more, and though Jim likes the attention, he’s never particularly interested in any crew members, besides Bones. When they make a stop on a planet barely bigger than Riverside, containing nothing more than a few houses, a bar and a refuel station, Jim finds himself getting attention from the locals, too.
  • Bones isn’t a jealous person. Because, really, Jim and himself are steady. Exclusive, and have been for a while now. And Bones is used to Jim getting attention. But that doesn’t mean he likes it when men, women, and aliens hit on Jim just while the two of them are quietly enjoying a drink in the bar; be it on the Enterprise of anywhere else. And after the so many'th girl approaching Jim, that Bones just leans in and kisses him right in front of her. “What happened to ‘discreet in public’?” Jim asks. “To hell with that,” Bones says, and Jim grins. “To hell, indeed.”
  • Gone is Jim’s beard when Bones wakes up in the morning. “You shaved it.” “Yeah,” Jim says, towel around his waist and rubbing the little cut on his cheek, because really, it’s not like Jim ever had the patience to shave properly, “I think it was time, before it got too out of control. The hair. Not your undivided attention.” Bones smiles, running his fingers over those now-smooth cheeks, and grinning when Jim straddles his lap. “You still dig the unshaven look, too?” Jim asks, and Bones rolls his eyes, pulling the other in with a smirk. “Barely.”

telling off straight girls who are trying to interrogate you about being gay is a lose/lose situation cuz its either you lie and shove yrself further in the closet or you say yes and every straight woman you know is now intimidated by you OR you say yes with the added disclaimer that you would never be attracted to the straight girl in question, viciously insulting her

So uh.  Hi..  I’m still around :)

Every so often I look back on the experience I had here, and still can’t believe how far I was actually able to go in such a short amount of time. 

It’s hard to look at my life now, and think “wow, I used to be such a shy wallflower, with no pride in her appearance whatsoever”

It’s even HARDER to look at what I call my “bimbo experiment” and the wild and amazing months that followed.  For the record I LOVED being a bimbo.  LOVED LOVED LOVED it.  It brought out so much of myself that I never knew I had in me, and most of those parts are still close enough to the surface that I can enjoy them whenever I want ;)  I never knew I could be sexy.  I never knew I could attract both men and women physically.  I felt such an amazing rush everytime “Bunny” would go out and play.

With the hypnosis, it was probably about a year before I actually thought of myself as “Kim” again.  I really had become “Bunny the Bimbo”.  Even after stepping away from hypnosis, the fetish I had gained for it remained to this day.  I regret so SO much breaking it off with my hypnotist.  I don’t even know how to get in touch with him.  So many times I would have relapsed into hypnosis if I knew where he was :)  lol

What am I now?  I’m a new version of myself.  One that can look back on the rejection of the boyfriend who got exactly what he wanted (me to be a bimbo) and then ran like a pussy.  One that can look back at the mindless trail she followed to nameless and faceless sex with guys from the clubs.  (eww)  And the one who really had her heartbroken with a failed polyamorous relationship.  

Those all made me stronger too.  Right now I have a BF who loves my hypno fantasies, and he himself wants to start trying it.  So maybe we can find the right guy to play with the both of us.

In the meantime, thanks to everyone who still goes back and reads the great bimbo journey of 2014, and still sends fun messages of support.

xoxox - Bunny

anonymous asked:

I have a question! Do you know what crows symbolize? I've been interested in attracting them into my life (I built a feeding station for them yesterday but they have yet to use it). Last night I dreamed of two crows and a raven and saw a sticker of a crow on a parked car before I went to bed. I've never attracted something to the point where it shows up everywhere in my life before. Do you know what it could mean? Thanks!

Absolutely! Crows are a little tricky because people like to interpret them differently. Everyone agrees that they’re messengers, and that they reveal secrets. WHO they’re messengers for depends on your belief system. Personally I find they like to bring their own messages. Crows are also associated with the dead, especially those who have died in battle, because of their tendency to eat carrion. Some say they lead the souls of the dead to whatever comes next, and others say that they speak for the dead.

The general consensus, and what I have always found, is that they are deeply magical messengers, who may herald change in your life. On a more practical note, these highly social birds are fantastically smart and can learn and remember faces, and convey ideas to one another. Researchers have found that they remember slights against other crows, and will reward help. Gain the friendship of crows and you will find yourself watched over and sometimes gifted shiny objects. Cross them and they’ll haunt you (and possibly poop on your stuff)

I’m super lame but I’ll give you so much of my heart

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.