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not-equippedforthis · 4 months
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really love characters who have varied panic responses. kirk stating himself that he does not panic outright, externally, not in high-stress dangerous situations, but instead becomes tense and level like a wound string, on-guard: mostly because his role as captain necessitates that he maintain level rationality even when facing potential death as his training as 'the guy who tells you what to do when shit hits the fan' requires, but also because his childhood experiences taught him early that drowning in the desperate haziness of panic won't help you survive. especially as kirk already follows his intuition so deeply. he learned to grasp and contort the feeling. spock is the main person who represses his emotions, of course, but kirk does it to those deep-set, personal ones (this includes how he doesn't reveal anything truly personal about himself willingly 90% of the time, only what others already know/shallow anecdotes) in a much more subtle way that's really interesting to me. certified expert at avoiding the subject as long as he isnt caught out on the lie. professional bluffer.
in terms of past or parents we dont know much!!! hes known as the heart-on-his-sleeve guy!!! like yes he yells, he gets irritated, excited, hes a whirlwind of quick-thinking and plans and intuition, he goes out of his way to connect with his crew and shows it, when he puts on a little act or bluff he puts his heart into it and clearly enjoys the dramatics so much, at times he wears his heart on his sleeve, he laughs openly and is honest to spock about what he means to him, he's very sun-coded to me in a burning, passionate way, always intertwined with the stars and seeking them out, but when it comes to genuine deep-set turmoil? we dont actually know all that much about him??? hes so full of emotion and character (i love fics where spock characterises jim's mind/bond as a whirl of colour and sensations, hes a quick thinker!!! intuitive!! lively!!!) and yet its still so outwardly surface level. tarsus iv gets mentioned like twice? so especially here where kirk gets briefly jumpscared by the creature, because like:
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its subtle but his eyes. his eyesss!!!!! kirk commands with his emotions but there's always some sort of level of control to it, or he transforms them into something that spurs on others or uses them to ascertain a goal: seeing unguarded fear/distress in his eyes even if its faint and brief (in this instance) makes me go insane every single time. like!!! its such a small moment!!! he isnt even panicking!!! really, he just got jumpscared!!! its insignificant!!!!!!! but seeing a two-second flash of actual, naked apprehension is just...oughhh,,,,,,,,,
oh god, and dont even get me started on the galileo seven episode where he assumes a tense level-headedness throughout the whole thing, irritated and apprehensive but not panicking, making sure he maintains intelligent rationality, even when he has to leave them behind, but when spock and the crew are confirmed safe and the bridge is occupied the camera pans to him and his eyes look like they're fucking watering and he's so achingly relieved. don't even talk to me. im. fuck.
he shows so so much but at the same time reveals so little.
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sirhinkjinks · 1 year
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"bruce? what's... avatar: the last air... blender? jeez louise, is this one of your weird martial arts handbook things that come with a cd narration because i'm sick and tired of listening to that pilates lady in the morning b-"
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ziggyplayedguitar96 · 4 months
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I just fell to my fucking knees y’all
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aerialworms-art · 7 months
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Spocktober + Trektober Day 7 - Mirrorverse
Wanted to try my hand at realism again, and got a fancy new brush pen to try it with! I have so many Thoughts and Feelings about Mirror!Spock, but they all come out as incoherent babbling. Just trust me, they're there!
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[Image ID: A black and white realistic drawing of Mirror!Spock, from the Star Trek: The Original Series episode Mirror, Mirror.
Mirror!Spock is shown from the shoulders up, looking pensive. He sports his usual goatee, and is wearing the uniform he wore in the episode.
Above the drawing is written "Trektober" and "Day 7 - Mirrorverse." Below it is written "@aerialworms" and "Spocktober"./End ID]
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the way(s) we show love
i. Spock
They step into sickbay
together,
Spock carrying
most of Jim’s weight.
At Leonard’s look—
combined concern
and annoyance,
for this happens far
too often—
Spock says,
a touch of humor
in his even tone,
It is his ankle
this time.
Dammit, Jim.
It’s under his breath,
but Spock and Jim
still hear.
Spock feels Jim’s
embarrassment
through their bond:
amused
and sheepish
but not at all
sorry.
Leonard and Spock send
love and reassurance
in return.
ii. Jim
Bones says,
Get him in here,
and Jim lets
Spock lead
him to a bed.
The tricorder hums softly,
Bones gives Jim a stern look.
Broken.
In two places.
You’re staying here tonight.
Jim tries a charming smile.
You can take care of me
in our quarters
just as well as here
…but he knows
it’s no use.
Hardly.
Bones confirms Jim’s thought.
Here I can do more
than threaten
to restrain you
if you try to wander.
Here
I can follow through.
The charming smile again.
You know I don’t mind
restraints
in our quarters.
A hand falls on his shoulder.
Spock.
All at once Jim
gives in,
too sore
and tired
to argue.
iii. Leonard
He tries to shoo spock
to bed,
but he insists
on staying.
How did he
get into this
situation,
loving two
stubborn
men?
It’s not long before
his replacement arrives,
and Leonard sends her away.
He won’t sleep
with Spock and Jim
both here,
might as well give
another doctor
the night off.
Spock shoots him
a disapproving
look.
Frequent rest breaks,
Leonard.
Hydration and nourishment.
Don’t neglect
yourself
while caring for Jim.
Leonard drapes a blanket
over Jim’s almost-sleeping form,
gives Spock a cup of tea.
You rest too,
he tells Spock,
brushing two fingers
against his hand
in a secret kiss.
NaPoWriMo day 14.1 - bones/spock/kirk, a night in sickbay for @crochet-by-jae
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lenievi · 2 years
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Kirk/McCoy + touching (season 2 part ii) | season 1 | season 2 part i
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megan0013 · 1 year
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42? Braiding the others hair, for the writing prompt, Stricklake. Please? (I can't stop thinking about if Barbara braided Strickler's hair in troll form, it's definitely long enough).
42. braiding the other’s hair
There’s a squirming infant in both of Walter’s arms and another in the bassinette being rocked by his clawed foot when Barbara, rumpled with soap suds drying in her hair, rounds the corner into the living room after having put little Eunice down for the night. The sight isn’t a new one - oh no, not by a long shot - but seeing her partner caring so carefully for their charges never fails to bring a smile to the doctor’s face, and she takes what is a very rare quiet moment to listen to him as he hums a soft, comforting tune to the babies.
Only to have him stop a second later when an errant lock of hair flops down into his eyes. 
Barbara giggles at his attempts to blow it back in place, but finally takes mercy on the changeling when a frustrated whine escapes through his lips. “You look like you could use a little help,” she says, pushing off the edge of the archway to cross over to him.
“Mmm, yes. Please.” Walter sighs as her nimble fingers dive into his long hair and begin separating it into sections. “You have no idea how many times it’s done that. I think it might be time for a cut.”
“No,” Barbara shakes her head, “I don’t think so. It looks good like this. Roguish.”
He chuckles and lets his eyes fall shut as she begins expertly braiding his hair. “Roguish, huh? And that has nothing to do with the horns sticking out of the top of my head?”
“I guess there’s that, too.” Her fingertips crimp the bottom of the plait, keeping it in place until she can secure it with the hair tie she retrieves from her wrist. “But, seriously. I like it this way.”
“Maybe just a trim then,” Walter concedes as Barbara loops the tie around the braid and then signals she’s done with a gentle tug. He leans his head back automatically, smiling as her palms slip upward to cradle his cool cheeks. “Thank you, my dear.”
“You’re very welcome,” she says and presses a gentle, affectionate kiss to his forehead before turning her attention to a set of curious blue eyes staring up at her from Walter’s lap. “Now, whose turn is it for a bath?”
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evilhorse · 1 year
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Didn’t think anyone cared.
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philomelia · 1 year
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cassie’s space is small.    her ship has never been impressive:   it is sliced together from other materials   (metals stolen from other ships,   a shutter cut out from a shop window,   engines that had been pieced together from scrapyard junk...    her home is frankenstein’s monster treated kindly).     she sits at the helm,  the beating heart of the control panel warm beneath her fingers.     there are loose wires around her.   she knows that it is dangerous,   but cutting them down to a nub also felt like a bad idea.   she knew what to touch--   and what to avoid.   with her metal hand,    she barely felt the sparks,   anyway.     when she hears jim emerge from one of the side rooms,   she twists her neck to look at him:    @walkpathe has always been little more than myth to her.    in the places where she stretched her wings,    starfleet had not yet learned how to sink their claws into the sulking earth. 
“   have you done exploring?    ”     her voice is soft,  quiet.   the machinery around her hums louder   (her heart,  one of the last bits of organic matter inside of her,   beats louder).     exploring is a light term for it:   he has been healing and resting,  more than anything.    cassie hasn’t used anything but a scalpel for healing in a while--    she had to use cleo’s methods,  of finding leaves and wrapping them around wounds.   when he had come to her,   he had looked like he was peeling apart.    “   you should go lay down again.   ”
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sinvulkt · 2 years
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Spoiler for Batman Eternal vol 3 (new 52 run)
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ninelittledevils · 2 years
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swear to god you can show me disgusting creatures from the upside down snapping bones of floating bodies but jim hopper being in any sort of physical pain is past my limit
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justyournormaljim · 2 years
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Well, if the building goes down, you guys will be free, soooooo
I'd be dead.
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superunicat · 1 year
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Our cats: HUAARRRGGGG WE HATE ALL OTHER CATS AND EVEN EACH OTHER!
random lost/injured cat that looks like their twin: *walks into the house*
Our cats: Take all the tuna! SOOO nice to meet you! Stay as long as you like, we don't mind at all!!
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chiefdilf · 1 year
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❝ I slipped three times on the sidewalk - be careful out there. ❞
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"Three times?" he repeats in question. Breath rises up as steam in the air, and he distractedly tugs on a pair of gloves, flexing his fingers a little once they're on. "Jesus Christ, kid."
Of course---it's entirely possible. Snow and ice have lain against the sidewalks and curbs, pushed by a regular plow to keep the streets clear. He's, personally, busted his ass going down the steps of city hall earlier this month, and his bruised tailbone would probably appreciate not repeating the process.
"Look, I'll be careful," he relents, waving a hand. "I've got those things you can clip onto your shoes. But it sounds like you need to get home where it's warm before you end up in the hospital."
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