#yetanotherjimkirk

[first--officer--spock]

yetanotherjimkirk replied to your post:Defining Moments

Thank you for not having Jim drool. LOL

//Haha, I figured I’d leave personal details like snoring and drooling to you, lol. I hope it’ll do :) 

[ultimatecosmicjoke]

.Aces Up My Sleeve

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“Sky Captain, I like that. Everything looks good on me,” he said, narrowing his eyes and licking his teeth behind his lips. No smile or smirk for this son of a fucking bitch. “Trust me, I know. As for Spock.” He paced toward the dark-eyed monster and grabbed his tie, twisting it around his fist. “I think it’s time you told me where he is. Don’t you?”

Such aggression. With a tug of the other loose tail of fabric, the necktie loosens, freeing the good doctor from Jim's vice-like grip with a precautionary step backward. "Actually...this is why I advised you to rest. Obviously you're not thinking clearly." As he speaks, articles of clothing are slowly shed—first his eyeglasses, suit jacket, and the white button-down—revealing his doppelganger's Academy uniform to Jim's eyes. "I mean, if you recall..."

"...I did not leave...Captain."

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[first--officer--spock]

Defining Moments

The first thing that Spock noticed was the smell--fresh and light--and the feel of Jim’s hair against his cheek. Spock was more or less upright on the little couch, his legs curled underneath him. His head had fallen forward so that his cheek rested against the top of Jim’s head, which in turn was resting against the Vulcan’s shoulder. Like pieces of a puzzle. 

Jim seemed still to be quite happily asleep. So Spock moved carefully, gently extricating himself from behind Jim, laying the man’s head down on the arm of the couch. He moved equally quietly once he was standing--padding on bare feet across the room. As he waited for the tea to brew, Spock stretched his arms and neck--he was slightly stiff, but despite that minor physical discomfort, he felt entirely mentally refreshed. At ease in a way that he had not been in some time.

Two cups of tea in hand, Spock made his way back to the couch. Setting them both down on the end table, he took a seat on the edge of the cushion, just in front of Jim’s shins. He simply sat, watching Jim’s chest rise and fall as he continued to sleep. It must have been several minutes before Spock moved again, and when he did it was rather subtle. Just a gentle resting of his hand atop Jim’s hip. 

“Jim,” he said, increasing the pressure of his hand just for a brief moment, not wanting to wake the man unkindly. “We will be needed elsewhere soon.”

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[onlyknowwhaticando]

"I'm a better kisser than you are; you're just going to have to accept that as a fact of life." ((And yeah, I have no idea how there are two of us.))

“OK, I’ve seen some weird shit in my life, but a twin? Yeah, this... might take the cake. And I object to the idea that an alternate me is a better kisser than I am.”

[starlightsulu]

Ⓐ

meme | RATING: AGENT KIRK  

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[jimsmightyrump]

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[onlybonesleft]

Perchance to Dream...

Leonard McCoy stood tall on his porch, staring at the morning light drifting over horizon. A ghost of a smile played on his features. A steaming cup of coffee was resting in his hand. His other hand ran lazily through Angus’s shaggy head. The Irish wolfhound had been his companion for many a year. His one constant in the last few years in this tiny little coastal town that Leonard had decided to call home. No one would go looking for him here.

Though a doctor through years of schooling, Leonard was slowly picking up the ways of the ocean. It was a far cry from the pristine environment of the hospital, but with each day that he spent near the free rolling sea, McCoy felt a little of himself heal. Besides, he still helped the small clinic in town. He wouldn’t have felt right to totally leave his old life. He was starting to feel happy here. Like he could actually belong.

He finished his mug and strolled inside to deposit his mug into the sink."Come on, Gus,” he said. “Let’s take a walk.” Leonard smiled at his dog as they left the house. He didn’t even bother locking his small beach-front cottage. Who the hell would steal from his poor ass? He made just enough to get by, but Leonard was happier this way. He felt less dragged along by life. It was always a dream of his to live by the sea, since those had always been his favorite trips as a child.

Angus trotted happily by McCoy’s side as he meandered on the beach, enjoying the morning.

It wasn't long before the pair had made it to the town proper, walking up to Scotty's like usual--though it was a bit busier than normal, which is when Leonard remember it was Bus Day. Bus Day was that day of the week where the Greyhounds and other buses stopped into town to give the passengers a break and refuel. It brought a bit more business to the town, but it made everything much more hectic. Hopefully no one gave him guff for not leashing Angus who was content by his side.

With a shake of his head and a sigh, Leonard entered Scotty's, remembering last minute to have Angus wait out side. Scotty was a little touchy about letting the shaggy wolfhound into his restaurant/shack, but the doctor wasn't going to begrudge Scotty today. "Scotty! The usual, if you don't mind," he called back to the kitchen and plopped himself right down at the small bar.

yetanotherjimkirk

[crimsonxebony-blog]

Time Warp (Welcome to the Twenty-First Century)

The aberration had appeared in the sky so spontaneously that any equipment that SHIELD had monitoring for such occurrences had not been able to read just exactly what it had been. Some sort of physical disruption, perhaps a wormhole, similar to what the Bifrost had done but on a far more intense level. All they knew was that it had been some sort of portal for a new visitor to their world, one that the radar had picked up on immediately after the anomaly. It didn’t take them long to retrieve the unconscious man, one that appeared human and wearing bizarre looking clothes that was not of the material they used. Curious and concerned about whom he was and what involvement he had in this event, Fury had sent Agent Romanoff in to question him. As he had been placed in the medical wing in a private room for observation, cuffing his wrist to the bars of the bed frame for good measure.  Natasha sat on the edge of the bed, close to appear friendly and having no intention to purposely harm the man. Cooperation was always the preferred method, something she was good at ensuring. She patiently waited for his awakening. 

yetanotherjimkirk

[starlightsulu]

The answer's yes. Always. yetanotherjimkirk

[seeriverdance-blog]

Kirk & River

yetanotherjimkirk

“The Federation believes we should converse.”

“Something about troublesome elements finding a place in your crew.” Of course they hadn’t *said* that. But River had heard it.

[cmoleonxrdmccoy-blog]

Clear to Get Wasted: McKirk

It had been a month since M'Benga had successfully completed the surgery to give Leonard back a replicated version of his hand. He couldn't say he was sorry to no longer see the metal implant whenever he looked down, because no matter how well prosthetics worked they just weren't a match for the real thing. After the reattachment of the new limb the only reminder of what had happened had been a thin scar around the circumference of his wrist, but that had easily been taken care of, leaving the skin free of blemish. Physical therapy had followed, mainly checking the movement and reflexes, making sure there hadn't been a problem reconnecting the nerve endings and muscle.   Now that they were finally heading to a Starbase he'd get a chance to get a clear bill of health, because god help him he loved Christine and M'Benga, and lord only knows how he felt about Jim, but if they didn't stop bothering him about it he'd rip his damn hair out. He knew they meant well, and that if the roles were reversed he'd likely be acting much the same, but it was still a thorn in his side. At least Jim was doing better, the kid hadn’t even been hit but he had been very obviously shaken about the whole thing. "That's right, four week and three days." He growled out, eyebrow twitching slightly. The saying 'doctors make the worst patients' was something that could easily be used in this situation, and not just because Leonard was under whelmed by the Starbase's medbay efficiency. "Yes, I've completed the full therapy regemin." Did they think he was an idiot? Ten minutes later he had a clean bill of health and a throbbing headache, as well as the itching urge to send a message to Starfleet about the dire need of re-training for the Starbase medical staff. "God, I need a drink.“ yetanotherjimkirk

[daretheuniverse]

Chris has himself pulled together and posed stiffly at the gate. This was as close as they would allow him, as close as he could get barring hijacking a loading drone and meeting the transport ship halfway. The gate announces Jim's arrival, and he waits, as patiently as possible, for Jim to disembark.

Finally, the man himself walks down the ramp. He's tired, and walks with a limp, but otherwise as whole as can be after torture. Chris offers a hand, but pulls him into a hug.

"McCoy might kill me, but of course I do. And a real bed with it." Chris can feel the reinforced skin used in microstitching, and Jim's bones underneath. He doesn't feel fragile, and better, he's no longer absent. He risks a clap to Jim's back. "Come on. There's transport waiting. I think you've earned a few quit days."

[jimsmightyrump]

Happy birthday to my younger selves. Try to still be alive next year.

@yetanotherjimkirk & @itskirkjimkirk

[cmomccoy-ensignoconnor]

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Jim tucked his hands up under his arms and shivered. It hadn’t started to rain yet, but the wind was chilling him to the bone. The storm was messing with Enterprise’ sensors and their tricorders. Somewhere along the shoreline of the unnamed ocean on the unexplored planet, a science team had gone missing, and he was not about to beam up to the ship without them–not that they could call the ship with their communicators sending and receiving nothing but static.

“Any luck getting your tricorder or communicator to work!” he shouted over the wind. “We’re going to have to look for shelter soon and assume the rest of the landing party is doing the same!”

It was so cold, and the fact that she had a hard time staying warm as it was certainly wasn’t making things any better. She had almost gotten lost with the rest of the science team, but had been chosen to stay behind with the samples they had already collected. Best to keep them safe, one of her coworkers had said as they had left.

And now they were missing, and Jenna was alone with their captain as they trudged through the storm.

“’M s-sorry, sir!” She managed to shout over the wind. “I cannae-cannae get anythin’ t’ show up!”

[cmdrchristinechapel-blog]

We’re going to get wet - Jim & Christine

Christine shook her head and shoved her hair out of her face. “No!” she yelled back, hoping Jim heard her over the howling wind. Fighting the wind, she walked over to him, totally agreeing with him about the shelter. “Let’s hope we can find someplace warm, or that we’re able to build a fire…or something. This wind is insane!”

She looked around worriedly, swatting at her seemingly useless tricorder. Christine knew Jim was worried about the missing science team, as well as the rest of their landing party. She wasn’t going to say it aloud, but she was too. The storm had messed with the sensors and the landing party had gotten split up.

She hoped the wind would die down soon so it could at least warm up. She, like Dr. McCoy, was a southerner and hated the cold. Not to mention the wind would hamper their efforts to find a place to hole up in for a while, as well as their missing people. Pitching her voice to be heard above the wind, she asked, “Which way should we go?”

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