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AN-TI-BO-DIES

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aw. damn.

. . . then i absolutely didn't start it.

It absolutely is NOT cadet.

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( after getting in a fight ) is this off the record

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❛ I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to get something together. ❜ The laughter in his voice is hardly concealed as he immediately busies himself with doting over the bundle in his hands. Seeing as the child may be here for a while , perhaps a baby shower is in order after all. Unless they do have some poor parents that are searching for their child - and in that case , Jim would hate to take such a milestone away from them. Even though in most cases the baby shower is had before the baby. But this is such short notice that they'll just have to make do.

While he knows Bones is speaking , it's as if his words are going in one ear and out the other. He's far more preoccupied with pacing around the transporter room , gently bouncing the baby in his arms. The paternal instinct within him has overrode just about every other function , and he only spares a momentary glance up at the Doctor before turning his attention back to the child.

❛ I suppose we don't have anywhere on the ship truly fit for a baby. ❜ Is the only response he utters : voice low , gentle. It's the truth. The sickbay does seem to be their best option at the moment , even though they don't exactly have a crib at their disposal. Improvising , however , has quickly become to be one of the Enterprise's greatest assets. He's sure they'll come up with something.

There's no hesitation when he answers. ❛ I'm sure Mr. Spock won't mind. ❜ Any other day , any other reason , and Jim would've fought tooth and nail to stay on the conn. But this is different. Not only is it a child , but compared to any of the other predicaments this ship has seen in the past few months , this is a cake walk. He has always wanted to be a father , after all. ❛ I can handle a few days of fatherhood. Don't you think ? ❜

"Oh, of course not. Though I didn't have time to make gift bags for the occasion." Leonard exchanges a knowing glance with Scotty over Jim's head, entirely unsurprised by the way Jim's attention near-immediately laser-focuses in on their unexpected guest. Anyone on the ship could've predicted this sort of reaction from a mile away, and he steps out of the way so that Jim can carefully steal the kid from the engineer.

It's just as well. Scotty's been being a good sport, holding perfectly still, for long enough that the man's starting to look a bit uncomfortable. Or maybe that's just how the man looks when he's dealing with anything other than the warp core. McCoy returns his attention to his tricorder, tucking the hand scanner away so that he can glance over the readings, offering Jim a preoccupied hum of agreement.

"At least until we can figure out where exactly they came from and how they got here, yes, I'm inclined to say the same. And Sickbay's not much of an upgrade, but the equipment there's more useful to me than this is." When he looks back up, he gets the impression that Jim might not have heard any of that at all. Leonard can't even bring himself to feel any level of exasperation over it - if there was ever a worthy distraction, it's this, and god knows how many days (weeks?) it's been since he got to see Jim this genuinely happy over anything. He poorly smothers a smile and peers over the captain's shoulder.

"...But they seem healthy enough," he concludes. "No idea what we're supposed to do with them, but there's that. Don't suppose you think you'd have any luck handing the conn off to Spock for a few days straight so you can help babysit, because I'll tell you one thing right now: the rest of the crew's not going to stop getting sick or injured no matter how busy I tell them medical is going to be with this." And god knows none of their schedules can handle one more ounce of strain.

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being a single mother is so goddamn difficult

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My Top 25 Costumes from Star Trek : The Original Series

8. Kirk's "Modified" Command shirt

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Jim laughs as the two walk in tandem , the chatter of the eager Cadets slowly fading away the farther the two go. There's still a part of him that fills with pride every time he steps onto that stage , staring down at each and every person who took whatever the Academy threw at them with grace. But there's also a part of him that's tired , that knows full well just how much the novelty has worn off. Yes , they know what they're signing up for. They know that people get hurt , they die. But not to the extent that Jim's seen. That the Enterprise has seen. There's a deep dread that settles in his stomach knowing that he's leading kids to their deaths.

He chuckles softly , shaking his head. ❛ I think I've done better. There's only so many ways to word " enlisting in Starfleet is going to be the most challenging and yet rewarding step in your life. " Soon I'm going to start having to vamp. How mad do you think the fleet'll be if I write a three hour speech about ... ❜ He gestures vaguely , like that will help the subject come to him. ❛ The wonders of diplomacy instead ? ❜

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"God, for your sanity and mine, we'd better hope." McCoy tugs at his uncomfortably stiff dress collar as they stride down the corridor, and thank goodness for the small mercy of being able to duck out of there before all the cadets were released or else he'd really be well past irked. Giving speeches at the Academy's latest graduation ceremony is small fries compared to what the Enterprise usually gets up to, but they were in the area, and Lord knows Starfleet can't resist the chance to yank Jim's leash just a little bit every now and then. Keeps him humble, or whatever. Reminds him who's in charge.

He hates it. ...Almost as much as he hates this uniform.

"Two straight hours of posturing, pure horseshit— sorry, Jim. Your speech was fine. Probably the only one they actually needed to hear - nobody else was gonna give those kids any useful advice."

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me and my beautiful ship sailing holodeck program

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While Jim isn’t one to turn away from a party that easily , he can that the silence is better on his ears than the thunderous applause that still rings in them. He ducked into their room to retrieve the jacket under the guise of wanting to freshen up before they broke away from the crowd for good —— not wanting it to get ruined during the party. As they enter the room , he smiles , his gaze immediately turning to look at their Jaeger.

The brisk air of the catwalk was the perfect opportunity to adorn Bones with the jacket. He knew perfectly well how the man felt about the cold. Now that it was on someone else , Jim could properly get a look at it. It’s unashamedly loud , primary colors set against its denim background. It fits the man well , he thinks. A proper trophy ─ the least he deserves.

As he takes notice of the jacket , Jim takes a few steps to practically lean over the railing to get a good look at the Enterprise. A beautiful lady , there’s never been a single doubt in his mind about that. He takes in every scratch and dent along her surface. Sure , she’s seen worse days , but that’s just a sign to him that he isn’t pushing himself to do good enough. He could do better. He always could.

As he turns back to face the other , an ear - to - ear grin spreads onto his lips. He beams with pride , gesturing to the jacket. ❛ It took me a while to find one of those. But I figured we of all people should have one. ❜ He would’ve liked to get matching ones. He’ll just have to keep an eye out. He laughs as Bones properly puts the jacket on , nodding approvingly. ❛ I think if any one of us was going to pull of denim , it would be you. ❜ The thought of Spock’s reaction just makes him laugh harder. He looks from the jacket to the Enterprise.

❛ Wonder if people will ever make things like that again. If they’ll ever have the same faith in us as they used to. ❜ Us , Jaeger pilots in general. ❛ Lot of people think this is just a waste of money , now. ❜

There’s a shine in his eyes that says he begs to differ ── he always will. The thought is shrugged off , and he picks up his drink. He raises it in a toast. ❛ You did a fine job out there , Bones. Y’know that ? ❜

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Leonard is still riding the high of success when he and Jim duck away from the others and into the repair bay, all dim lights and empty catwalks, a welcome reprieve from the crowded noise of their impromptu festivities. He loves a good party, but when even Scotty and his boys have stepped away from their work to join in, you know you're in for a very long night. The momentary distance is needed, though of course they bring their drinks with them, setting them on the walkway beside them.

Leonard sits back away from the edge, perpetually untrustworthy of the thin metal railings, though the wide gap between them does afford he and Jim a damn good view of Enterprise. She's in better shape than she usually is, after a scrap like that. The victory celebrations were certainly well-earned. It's far colder in here than in there, but he's spared from having to bitch about the change in temperature by the drape of heavy fabric that settles across his shoulders.

He glances at Jim, then at the unfamiliar collar of the jacket - he knows most of Jim's wardrobe, and this one is definitely new - and shrugs it off to examine it. Back when things hadn't been quite so bad, when the whole galaxy was celebrating their victories with them, Jaeger-themed merchandise was a dime a dozen. This is a particularly gaudy example, covered in oversized patches and bright streaks of paint, blue and yellow, their silver lady and her name emblazoned boldly upon the back. Enterprise. It's tacky as hell and such an unbearably Jim thing to own that McCoy guffaws.

"My god, Jim, where'd you get this thing? Some things stay vintage for a reason." Vintage is a stretch, but still, you don't see things like this being made by anybody other than those strange cases who somehow have nothing better to do around here. Despite his griping, he pulls his arms into it properly anyhow, spreading his arms out slightly in a how do I look kind of gesture. "Think denim suits the both of us. We should be wearing this over the drivesuits. Spock'll love it."

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#ORVLLE. a selective and independent portrayal of captain ed mercer from the orville. follows and likes from @underworldsarcade. penned by underworld ( he / they / it. 21 ). rules. muse. tags.

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IN-DEPTH HEADCANON QUESTIONS * inspired by genetic traits that might be passed through dna

does your muse like the taste of cilantro/coriander, or are they part of the roughly 20% of people that think it tastes like soap?

does your muse consume more caffeine or less caffeine than the average person? how do they typically consume it?

does your muse have a cleft chin? is this trait visible in their parents?

does your muse love to dance, or would they rather avoid dancing altogether?

is your muse's ring finger longer or shorter than their pointer/index finger?

does your muse have freckles? if so, where are they placed? does your muse like their freckles, or wish they had some?

does your muse have a birthmark? if so, where, and what does it look like?

does your muse get "hangry" when they haven't eaten in a while?

would your muse consider themselves an extrovert or an introvert?

is your muse a morning person or a night person?

is your muse a particularly picky eater? what foods do they refuse to eat?

when your muse wakes up in the morning, do they remember their dreams, or completely forget them?

does your muse play a musical instrument? did they play one at some point?

would you say your muse is a risk taker, or do they prefer to play it safe?

what are your muse's thoughts on spicy foods?

what are your muse's thoughts on sweet foods?

what are your muse's thoughts on dairy products? do they have an intolerance?

is your muse a habitual nap-taker? how often do they take naps? how long do their naps usually last?

does your muse's face get flushed after they drink alcohol?

what type of hair do they have? how thick is their hair? do they like the way their hair looks and feels?

is your muse more of an endurance runner, or are they better at short sprints?

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The adjective российский, rossiiskiy denotes Russian citizens regardless of ethnicity. The same applies to the more recently coined noun россиянин, rossiianyn, "Russian" in the sense of citizen of the Russian state.[29][33]According to the Primary Chronicle, the word Rus' is derived from the Rus' people, who were a Swedish tribe, and where the three original members of the Rurikid dynasty came from.[34] The Finnish word for Swedes, ruotsi, has the same origin.[35] Later archeological studies mostly confirmed this theory.[36][better source needed]

chekov.

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Peter the Great changed the name of the state from Tsardom of Russia (Russian: Русское царство, romanized: Russkoye tsarstvo) or Tsardom of Muscovy (Russian: Московское царство, romanized: Moskovskoye tsarstvo)[31][32] to Russian Empire (Rossiiskaia imperiia).[28][30] There are several words in Russian which translate to "Russians" in English. The noun and adjective русский, russkiy refers to ethnic Russians.

chekov.

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it's not my problem :3333333

then Chekov will just be annoying about it you KNOW this is a lose/lose.

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bold of you to assume he wouldn't be the one getting the divorce.

NOT TO SEAN IT WON'T BE! YOU KNOW HE'S SENSITIVE

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it'll be funny

do you REALLY want to be the first starship captain to have to oversee a divorce because that's where this is heading