fuck yeah
mckirk anons

reading: shahnameh

watching: star trek: deep space nine

skype: rhiannonsbirds7

but you will remember me
remember me
for centuries


You are not a burden.

You are not a bother.

You enhance the lives of others.

People smile, not groan, when you text them.

Your voice.

Your presence.

You, matter.


Mcdanno everyone… If you don’t love them after this well what is the matter with you?!?


Get To know Me Meme: {1/?} Favorite Ships

↳ Steve / Danno   (Hawaii Five-0)

'You don't even know what my plan is.'

 ’This is true, but I know you, and any plan you have will involve me and serious bodily harm.’

 ’What are you talking about?’

'What I'm talking about, is that over the years our marriage has become predictable.'

Anonymous asked:
Bones once told him that his hands weren't always steady. When he was a kid, they used to shake horribly anytime his heart rate shot up and adrenaline flooded his synapses. Whenever he was nervous or scared, his hands trembled violently, noticeably, making him want to hide even more. Of course, when he decided to be a surgeon, he knew he had to work on that, and he did. Since then his hands have been steady as stone, gaining legendary status in medical school and rising with his career. [1/6]

torchwood1701 replied:

Bones also tells him, low like it’s a secret and maybe in some ways it is, that the last time they shook badly was the day Jocelyn served him with divorce papers. The time before that was the day she went into labor with Joanna, but he had steadied himself by the time he was able to hold her. Jim asks him about the day he got on the shuttle at Riverside, and Bones laughs and tells him that the amount of alcohol in him at the time had been enough to suppress the nervous system of a horse

Jim remembers this years later, after a bad mission turned worse turned almost deadly, when the doors to his quarters open and Bones steps in. His face is serious, his eyes are raw with that thing they’ve been sidestepping, and Jim meets him half way before he even realizes he’s moved. Bones opens his mouth but nothing comes out except a half-choked noise. He raises his eyebrows in a hopeless question, lips stilling like he can’t figure out what to say, but Jim’s already nodding jerkily

Jim hears him suck in a breath and his eyes glance down to see Bones’ hands twitching erratically at his sides. He’s nervous, Jim realizes, he’s terrified, and something squeezes all of Jim’s organs at once. Bones is panicking, asking his best friend for something more, for something Jim already gave him years ago without letting Bones know first, and Jim feels his heart thump wet and thick as his hands flash out to catch Bones’, tangling their fingers together and pulling him closer.

When their mouths meet, Bones makes a noise like he’s splintering inside, and Jim lets go of his hands to clutch at his back. Bones hesitates for a second and then his hands are at Jim’s hip and neck, and Jim can feel them trembling but it’s lessening the longer they stay like this, trading kisses like they’re trying to find air underwater. They shift restlessly like they can’t decided to move up against the wall, towards the bed, or just stay where they are

Jim pulls back after long minutes, gasping. He stares at Bones, who’s still holding on to him, eyes closed and red lips parted as he pants for breath. His tongue flicks out to lick at his lips like he’s chasing the taste of Jim’s mouth, and Jim feels weak. Like Bones can sense it, his eyes slide open and his hands cup Jim’s face. They’re steady as stone now, no longer afraid, and neither is Jim. Jim turns to press a kiss to the base of his thumb, letting his body follow his heart. 

awesomegummybears asked:
This is kind of a prompt and a headcannon about how Jim asks Bones out sorta. (On Enterprise) One day, out of the blue, Jim asks Bones. If he trusts him. Bones answers immediately, "With my life, Jim." Then Jim asks, "What about your heart, Bones? Would you trust me with it if I asked?" "I already do."

torchwood1701 replied:


omg how CUTE

Jim finds a porthole that even Scotty doesn’t know about that gives the best view of the thrusters when go into warp, and so naturally his first thought is to show Bones.

But when Leonard sees the narrow corridor they have to take to get there, he balks, because if there’s one thing he hates more than wide open spaces, it’s small spaces, and Jim pauses, looks back at him and quirks a reassuring smile.

"You trust me, Bones?"

"With my life," Leonard answers instantly, then scowls, because the last thing he needs is for it to go to the kid’s head.

But Jim’s smile takes on a certain oddness, and he considers Leonard for a long moment. “That all?”

"What else have I got?" Leonard eyes Jim’s hand suspiciously as Jim reaches for him, then swallows when Jim takes his wrist and tugs him gently towards the corridor. "Hey-"

"Your heart?" Jim suggests, and Leonard nearly chokes at the sheer cheesiness of it.

"Jesus, kid, we on a space opera?"

"Shut up," Jim grumbles, flushing, and Leonard grins despite himself, barely noticing that they’re already inside the corridor and he hasn’t passed out yet. "I’m serious. Would you trust me with your heart?"

He is serious, Leonard realizes, and he exhales slowly. “I already do,” he confesses, his pride be damned because it’s true, just as they reach the porthole.

Their first kiss is lit by the cosmic blue of warp energy, and it lasts for lightyears.


"When I was a kid, I believed you would become a mermaid when you went in the water to swim".

I really loved the little mermaid as a kid growing up so I had the warped perception you became a mermaid when you entered the water ahaha. This is me learning to swim with my cousin! This piece is for a gallery show at work.

Those writers you think are masters of the craft aren’t created that way. They aren’t supernaturally capable ninja writer-bots. When you read the work of a writer operating at the top of her game, you’re not seeing all the years of failed efforts, of work that wasn’t quite right, of work that was well-intentioned or built off of strong ideas but had slick and wobbly legs like a newborn fawn.

You see the author operating at a high level and you wonder: why am I not doing that?

The reality is:

You’re only seeing the island, not the heap of volcanic material that pushed it out of the sea.

Chuck Wendig - "Polling Your Intestinal Flora: How A Writer Cultivates Instinct" (via likeatumbleweed)


 no okay just imagine danny having afternoon tea and stuff with all the mothers  and they’re like ‘wow u go danny that commander mcgarrett of yours is BANGIN’  





Norwegian forest cats are the best.

They look like little snow lions.


The colloquial term for them is “skogkatten”.

They’re also called “fairy cats” in Norway, because they’re so pretty.

They run down trees headfirst.

They’re fricking gigantic and they purr really loud.

They literally walk over snow like motherloving Legolas.

In Norse mythology, skogkatts pull the goddess Freya’s carriage.

Who doesn’t want a carriage pulled by cats?

Viking cats. End of story.

Oh what a terrible thing it appears that I haven’t reblogged these glorious beasts this year yet

always reblog the skogkatten

star trek au where bones brings jim back to georgia for christmas&new year and jim somehow manages to make him breakfast.

 yeah and happy new year to you too bones.” 

elise white