pieces of earth

#DonaldTrump and the #Koch Brothers would likely be in the driver’s seat to keep us addicted to dirty energy as they profit exploitation of dirty energy.

Jewels are minerals, compressed pieces of earth, stacks of crystalline carbon. What gives them shine is their history. It’s the same with man. When a man recognizes himself, he recognizes his true jewel, and his body expresses that wisdom. He becomes a jewel himself. If his mind is sharp, the way he walks and talks has a certain beauty about it. Attain wisdom and you have all the bling you’ll ever need
—  The RZA

I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.                So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case, you were also meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought.


 Pairing: Bones x Reader

Words: 3,912

Warnings: Alcohol, Cursing, Smut, NSFW, Fluff, a little Angst I guess?

I’m kinda nervous about it because I changed it soo many times and had some situations in between…

Summary (It’s bad): The Reader gets drunk and acts on the previous established kinda wonky relationship she has with Bones the next morning.

Have fun! I guess? 


Tonight was just a relief after the last few weeks. Because the group of biologists you had sent down didn’t have enough intelligence to keep their distance to the population on the planet who, of course, didn’t like them snooping around and taking pieces of plants and earth with them. The end of it? A group of whiny biologists in medbay, one of your best colleagues dead, Bones and you lecturing them and the Captain having a serious chat with you. No fun. Which means that this time you would join the others at the bar while you were docked in one of the Federation’s snow globes in space. What could go wrong, right?


“Y/N! Come on! Show him!”, Jim cheers loudly and you roll your eyes at him, he already made his way towards you as you took another sip of your beer.

“Jim, I’m not going to drink Pavel under the table! The poor boy already is a heavy drinker, he doesn’t need encouragement.”, you protest, one of your hands pulling the strapless top of your dress into place as Jim just links his arm with yours and tugs you into the direction of the table.

“Stop complaining, this is going to be fun, Y/N. You ready Pavel, because she’s got some training!” Jim is already slurring and you sit down, shaking your head slightly before you pin your hair back with another needle so nothing falls into your way while drinking. “I’ll go easy on you, kid.”, you remark with a hint of irony and wink at Pavel who doesn’t really seem that intimidated by you. Seeing the vodka bottle for shots you can already tell why.

Originally posted by i5x

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