couldn’t just leave you there
Daily reminder that if Bones didn't love Jim he wouldn't have boarded him on the Enterprise in the first movie and the Federation wouldn't exist.
define ravine, quickly.
a jumble of words tumble out, more edges of memory than coherence.
brother, dirt, grief.
but you grew up into dirt and grief, you spent two whole minutes before your tragic beginning. exactly, 68 whole breaths before your father took his last.
[ oh, sorry, does that still sting? ]
define mother, slowly.
the definition is not so much in the defining, but in the lack of.
let’s not dwell on living ghosts.
define happy, in two parts.
here’s the before:
bars, beds, bikes.
it’s not happy, you are unsettled with a shaky foundation. what a grand farce. you can still swallow and smile around the broken shards in your chest.
here’s the after:
the immensity of shoulders brushing, a hidden smile with a flask, warmth trailing up from his hand to yours.
he doesn’t fix you, you do that yourself. he just gives you the bandages when you refuse to. a place in his bed always despite the circumstances. it’s enough.
define sacrifice.
you pause on this one.
in a voyeur’s world, it’d go ravine, mother, happiness. all the things that you force yourself into or away from.
you jumped into that ravine for your vagabond of a brother.
let go of your mother so her aching heart could stop breaking at the mere sight of you.
ignored happiness, called solitude safety.
just punitive measures for a crime you can’t name but know is there.
[ you are stalling. get on with the question. ]
sacrifice, verb :
1. letting your heart out into the world everyday. letting him out into the world everyday. only armored with his scowl and grumpy remarks.
2. allowing the possibility of the warm hands, late night drinks, early morning kisses, to slip away.
3. to allow the singular selfish thing you have, wander into harm’s way and only rely on luck and wit.
the captain’s dilemma of luck and trust. (via drippingtragedy)
Kirk dressed as an ensign, in the mess hall: A buddy of mine saw Jim Kirk take his shirt off in the shower and he said that Jim Kirk had an eight-pack.
Bones: *takes off Jim’s wig and glasses*
Bones: Get back to work, you prick.
If you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.
Do you know how it ends? Do you feel lucky? Do you want to go home now? There’s a bottle of whiskey in the trunk of the Chevy and a dead man at our feet staring up at us like we’re something interesting.
What’s your ship? Silver fox man being seduced by a younger man with curls
Fun Fact: Mads worked with Daniel in “Casino Royale” and Hugh worked with Ben in “The Pride” play, what a small world…
Quartermaster First Kill, PART I based on this SPECTRE DELETED SCRIPT http://sufferingcity.tumblr.com/post/132054439125/important-things-from-the-first-draft-script-of Part II and Part III (coming soon)
compilation of james bond smiling about his quartermaster <3
I'm so used to fics where people are queer that I will be very disappointed if there aren't queer characters in the new series.
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they wore the same armor.
Always in these friendships one serves the other, one is less than the other: the hierarchy is always apparent, though the legends cannot be trusted– their source is the survivor, the one who has been abandoned.
What were the Greek ships on fire compared to this loss?
In his tent, Achilles grieved with his whole being and the gods saw he was a man already dead, a victim of the part that loved, the part that was mortal.
Louise Glück
