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Don't thank me. I know I'm good at my job.

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Don't thank me. I know I'm good at my job.

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Don't thank me. I know I'm good at my job.

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i was going to wait until we were closer to june to reboot her, but...   i already re-did my icons and i’m just in love with her, so go follow @nursc

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Feeling normal, feeling okay, might archive and reboot my blog, no rational thought going through my mind

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NO ONE SPEAK TO ME LOOK AT CHRISTINE

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it’s not that i have a weird love language, its that i have an unexpleinable love language

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high concept sci-fi aus

basically, these are long-form plots, requiring us not to just plot before-hand, but continuously plot as we develop ideas about the world and the characters.

timeloop au.   the characters are stuck together in a time loop and must figure their way out.   the loop lasts one day, or until they die (requiring both of them to die for the loop to reset).   the idea is, the characters are forced to repeat the same events over and over again and figure their way out, and in the meantime, they grow closer, discover secrets about each other and get into hijinks (of course they will blow an entire week of loops off);

generational ship ( accidental ).   i’m just really obsessed with the idea sometimes presented in trek shows of ships being forced to become colony ships to survive.    christine surrounded by little kiddos, head nurse, trying to keep her head above water as more and more people are born, trying to figure out what she is going to do now that her entire future has been erased and she is stuck in the ship forever;

missing memory / kidnapped.   (think voyager ep where they become workers and also stargate ep where they become workers)  —   being kidnapped by an alien organization which wipes your memory and makes you work on their behalf, the memories slowly slipping back  (   the further the relationship developed between the two muses is from their normal relationship the better   );  and

crash.    shuttle crash on a planet, having to build a shelter, figure out food, water, how to communicate with the ship and go home.    there is something about being isolated, lost and hanging by your last shred of hope which really entices me   ( alt.   they are forced to relocate to a planet as they both come down with a disease which doesn’t affect them but affects everyone else).

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the west wing, seventeen people, sentence starter meme.

[Name] is an egomaniac who needs to be told what people think of him.

It’s never happened before, right?

How much time do you have?

Yeah, thanks to who?

I think you got to see this as an opportunity…

I don’t know! Shock. Betrayal. Confusion. Concern about our future.

What do I tell him?

Did you get the flowers?

I’m the sort of guy who remembers those things.

No, you’re the sort of guy who sends a woman flowers to be mean. You’re really the only person I’ve ever met who can do that.

I’m quite something. 

Are we really going to do this every year?

Oh, shut up! Honest to God, do you ever get tired of the sound of your own voice?

Hey, we need funny people.

See, right there was a joke. It’s the oldest joke in the book…

Really? ‘Cause what I think I was trying to say was ‘Shove it!’

Okay, well, then I guessed wrong.

You know, there are times, when to put it quite simply, I hate your breathing guts.

So the flowers really did the trick, huh?

Didn’t you hear me shouting?

I chose to ignore it.

You’re adorable.

Yet ill-adored.

 You’re not, you’re not, you’re not one of those people!

And get some decent pizza, yeah.

They’re gonna hate you.

Do you wanna help me or not?

I know some of you are troubled by my frequent use of Latin references. Well, all I can  say is 'no te preocupus’.

Our not anniversary.

Nobody lied? Is that what you’ve been saying to yourself over and over again…

 Nobody… Listen to me. Nobody lied. Nobody was asked to lie.

Well, I think it’s pretty funny but….

I’m a low maintenance lady. 

You know your indignation would be a lot more interesting to me if it weren’t quite so covered in crap! 

Prince of passive-aggressive behavior.

What does “snark” mean?

The all-night pastry chef? You were just kidding about that, right?

Except you don’t know how to use a computer.

Hey, I’m just grateful we were your last choice.

I’m gonna give you a little gift right now, which you don’t deserve.

Okay, what I need is for you to stop being like, you, for a second.

You’re gonna make fun of him now, aren’t you?

‘Cause that’s why I didn’t tell you in the first place.

Does this make you feel superior?

Yes, you are better than my old boyfriend.

I’m just sayin’ if you were in an accident, I wouldn’t stop for a beer.

If you were in an accident, I wouldn’t stop for red lights. Thanks for taking me back.

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Pressing two fingers to her lips, Christine chokes back a laugh when his back is turned.     She supposes she could just flirt back, it’s not like she never considered it:    he is cute, in a square-jawed, terrifyingly pretty sort of way, and he looks like he’d be a good kisser.   

When he comes back, she looks at him with dancing eyes, even if the curve of her smile has turned slightly apologetic.    Not uninterested, or regretful, just cautious.      ❛    You know, when I flirt, I usually try to be more subtle than that...    actually, scratch that, that’s exactly how I sound when I flirt.    I really did just mean I have a lot of sunflowers in my room,     ❜     she says, stretching out a hand to grab one of the plates, fingers brushing against his quickly.

  ❛    But good to know.     ❜      Now, finally, she laughs.    At herself, at him, and just for the sake of laughter, bright and warm.     ❛     Guess your connections as captain can’t break the rules of leafy greens.    It’s perfect, thank you.     ❜    

He absolutely shouldn’t open his mouth. He should let the comment sail on by and navigate the conversation to safer waters. But Jim is often impulsive, guided by desires and wants, and it’s just so obvious. “Oh? I believe we’ll have to remedy that.”

The timer goes off and Jim excuses himself; he’s more sure if the timing is comedic or if he’s grateful for the easy retreat. There’s a hint of blush dusting his cheeks. He’s a flirt, it’s as natural as breathing for him, but that doesn’t stave off the embarrassment of doing it so poorly and plainly as he has.

He returns with two plates and prays that this will be something they can both laugh at soon. “Sorry to disappoint, but the salad is replicator made.” Even he can’t work a miracle like that, fresh greens and croutons on short notice.

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❛      Making sure that people don’t get lost is important work.      ❜      It wasn’t unusual for a tour to be added to her schedule;     she might not know the Enterprise as well as other officers who have lived here for years, but what she lacks in tactical knowledge, she more than makes up in knowing what people really need to hear.      ❛      It’s not so bad, I get to stretch my legs.    How did you end up here, anyway?   Promotion?   Demotion?      ❜    

Starfleet surprised her with the … misplaced or perhaps naive kindness everyone brought to the table any given day. They truly seemed to believe what they were doing was for the best and, more shockingly, that it could genuinely WORK. It was almost saddening to see so many humans caught up in this false belief. “ Yeah, no, that would probably be really embarrassing, for I mean, the wandering around. You probably got important work to do I doubt the captain would be mad at you. He shouldn’t be. ” False naivety … that she could do. “ But if you insist … ”

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Joan Lindsay, from Picnic at Hanging Rock

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Eyes swoop upwards away from the board, narrowing at Uhura’s smile.      ❛      If this was monopoly, you’d be begging for mercy.      ❜      Good-natured grumble escapes through twitching lips, a smile threatening to destroy the mock-seriousness she was going for.

❛      Come on, let’s go for another round.    No easy-rules, no taking it easy, I’m going to beat you this time and it’s going to be good.     ❜

@nursc​​ asked ❛ Why can’t I beat you at this game? ❜ (to uhura!)

“I’ll never tell you my secrets,” Uhura laughed as she carefully picked the seeds out of the holes, slightly triumphantly. She’d played Bao ever since she was a child, loved the intricacies of it. Warm memories were conjured of her playing with her mother. She always beat her at it, too. “Maybe it’s too complicated for you and we should play Bao la kujifunza instead. It’s a simpler version. Maybe you’ll get the hang of it then.”

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starlcved​:

as  soon  as  she  speaks,  relief  spreads  over  her,  a  grin  beginning  to  form  across  her  lips.  “  thank  god.  because  if  i  left  now  i  think  i’d  regret  it  forever.  ”  taking  a  steadying  breath,  turning  to  regarding  the  corridor  with  crossed  arms  and  narrowed  eyes.  “  listen.  i  know  this  is  the  point  where  people  would  call  us  dumb  in  a  horror  movie  but  like…  i  don’t  give  a  shit.  do  you  feel  it  ?  ”  glancing  over  to  christine,  bright  eyes  glinting  in  the  torch  light.  “  this  place  wants  us  to  leave,  don’t  y’think  ?  ”  rolling  her  shoulders,  brows  waggling.  “  let’s  go  piss  off  some  spirits,  find  the  truth  of  this  place.  what  d’  you  say  ?  ”

❛      Please, we are blondes.     Doesn’t matter if we leave now or stay, we’re marked for death already.      ❜      It wasn’t a hard decision to make.    Walk away and be forever curious about what she was leaving behind, or stay and indulge her curiosity.     Christine always choose her curiosity, for better or for worse.       ❛      Kind of?    It’s not exactly homey,      ❜     she shakes her head, clicking her tongue as she tries to find the exact words to describe the disconcerting feeling creeping down her back.      ❛      It’s creepy.    That’s what it is.      ❜

Nodding, she beams, fishing her phone out of her pocket and turning on the flashlight.      ❛      What are we waiting for?    Come on!      ❜    

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Blue Valentine (2010)

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Christine is far too much like the sun which runs through her veins;    it never considers whether it should shine or not, it just does:    it burns bright in the sky every single day, unrepetant.     And, inside her mind there are no cloudy-days to offer her respite or tampen down the desire to do something.      

❛      You do help,     ❜     she deflects, shaking her head.    It was harder to play stupid and self-sacrificial when there was someone out there who knew what she was doing, but she knows that’s not what he means.     ❛      You remind me often and with a lot of certainty that I can still die.    It keeps my ego in check, you know?     ❜  

She justified it to herself that these powers were given to her so she could help others.    Not for her to get a dorky professor in trouble.

                         He does not sigh — perhaps, by fault of his own pride — but Spock does purse his lips, whole expression pinching in thought. There is something to be said about great power, literally or figuratively, and all the things that should, supposedly, come with it. Spock won’t speak to those things, or say them now. Instead, he thinks of what he’s supposed to do with it. It is not his — it’s never been his — he is only human. And objectively average at that. Still — he wonders — does awareness alone constitute a higher obligation to responsibility?

He breathes out, “ Let me help. ”

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Christine offered a small shrug, her explanation only making slightly more sense than her previous words. ❛     You see, I'm amused now. So, I'm in a forgiving, unbothered mood. Tomorrow... Tomorrow I might wake up and think about this before I have my cup of coffee, and that's when it is going to bother me.    ❜  

It is probably a good thing she is on an exploration ship, then. Diplomats are few and far in-between, as she'd probably get in a lot of trouble with them. It is not that she lies, but just that sometimes, for the sake of talking, she says things she doesn't mean. Some people collect coins, and some people talk.

❛     Dangerous with candids and words, I'll jot that down.    ❜  

❛ later, but not now? ❜ she’s not sure she dares ask about that particular logic, and reminds herself ( not for the first time ) that not everything makes, or needs to make, sense. ❛ I will warn you now: using your own words against you is one of the favourite games of us diplomats. ❜ by definition of their job, they spent conversations noticing, storing away tidbits of information that will prove useful to them later. in doing so, they might catch hypocrisy, anticipate that which the parties involved wish to keep close to their chest, and find the ways to ensure that all parties yielded to the proposed agreements, sooner or later.

it is not a skill elizabeth knows how to turn off.

❛ fortunately, I’m less prone to using starfleet photos against people. I will make no promises about candid photos, but as those are not part of your file, you are safe there. ❜