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imbue your actions with character; imbue your interactions with meaning.

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“There is no such thing as pure good or pure evil, least of all in people. In the best of us there are thoughts or deeds that are wicked, and in the worst of us, at least some virtue. An adversary is not one who does loathsome acts for their own sake. He always has a reason that to him is justification. My cat eats mice. Does that make him bad? I don’t think so, and the cat doesn’t think so, but I would bet the mice have a different opinion.”

— Wizard’s First Rule Ch. 10, Terry Goodkind

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/    hello fellas !  depression hit me pretty hard over the last few weeks, but i’m getting back to normal now and plan on being here again !  i work a double tomorrow ( rest in pieces ) but either after that or the next morning ill be BACK ON MY BULLSHIT !!!

/    this ofc includes @soongson​ @gcorgian​ & @percstolen​ too btw !!

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/    hello fellas !  depression hit me pretty hard over the last few weeks, but i’m getting back to normal now and plan on being here again !  i work a double tomorrow ( rest in pieces ) but either after that or the next morning ill be BACK ON MY BULLSHIT !!!

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empathicstars‌:

   What do you make of their behavior?

   And for a moment, she is not a mostly starved subordinate stranded on sunny soil with her superior. For a moment, she is nothing but murmurs, movement of emotion, mutterings, muddled movements. Head cants as she considers. 

   ( All else is forgotten. Compliment. Pain. Self-disgust. Focused on her task, lit with it. A void suddenly housing a cande. ) 

   “They have never seen us, nor anything like us, prior. They are… most likely… fascinated. They may believe us to be more primitive than they. I believe them to be studying us in… their own way.” Pause. Then. “I may be incorrect.”

     He will never tire of seeing the abilities of his crew showcased in such times of need.

     To see Aella twitch and murmur, but to not understand the makings of the other’s mind is both frightening and amazingly profound all at the same time. She and Deanna both harbor something that Jean-Luc does not envy nor wish upon himself, for he has seen both the good and bad effects of empathy throughout the years.

     ( Starfleet uses them, disregards the effects that such work has on them in favor of depleting their usefulness in the Federation’s favor. But the captain would be naive to ignore all that they have done for him and for his ship, regardless of the less than ideal consequences. )

     “You are most likely not incorrect, though. That much I have learned.” A twitch of his lips; almost a jest. “But do they believe of us to be a danger? Can this curiosity turn hostile? I can’t see why, as we’ve done nothing to garner such a thing. Do you think we could communicate with them in some way?”

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      ‘ do you love me? ‘ 

                  the words catch in my throat 

                              i fear your answer either way

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neomacaught‌:

She laughs, and it’s hard, a near bark that reverberates off cave walks back to them. ( Too loud. Always. ) “I’m not afraid.” Though, more simplistically, he’d meant because he is her captain – meant to be her protector.

   Then again, that was her designation, when donned in gold. Security. Keep the captain alive, safe.

   Worry about the consequences of being a bullet vest later.

   He presses something against her, and she frowns, raises an eyebrow at him. Something instinctual tells her her own hand would be better than… that. ( Maybe the echo of a brother’s voice. Maybe some Starfleet training. ) “Keep it as a souvenir.” A joke. A bad one. “You injured? I’m not in pain yet. I can tend to your wounds before I start shaking.”

When one is usually so soft, so kind  -  like Neoma, perhaps among the kindest on his ship  -  it becomes painfully evident when something is amiss when something as small as a barked laugh feels out of place. Jean-Luc feels nearly sick to his stomach, but he forces the feeling from his throat with a thick swallow. He can’t allow weakness to show on his features; he has to save her.

  Because she wouldn’t be laying here, broken, if she hadn’t have jumped in front of him.

  She wouldn’t be bleeding.

 “I think the mere memories of this voyage will serve as quite the souvenir.” As will the scars, he thinks silently  -  without mentioning how his own its and bruises will be healed easily, painlessly, while Neoma’s... Another swallow, because they’re both dehydrated, and they’re both running out of time. “Please, Neoma, I hardly think I’m the main cause for concern at the moment,” the captain tuts, not letting up in his pressure on the wound that doesn’t seem to stop bleeding despite of it. “Can you walk? We might be able to find a signal, someplace out there...”

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/     i’m fi na  l ly here for replies and shenanigans !

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“you have changed,” everyone says, like it’s a good thing, like there was an element of choice involved. they don’t know about the pain, they don’t know this one is a phoenix that regrets having stepped into the the fire.

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@snowinabottle energized !

     “ welcome aboard the enterprise, ”  the captain states, eyeing his guest with a small smile and twinkling hazel eyes  -  curious as to what her presence could mean.  “ i’ve assigned your quarters, and a tour of the ship if you so desire. ”

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i’ve never been one to ask for much, to make wishes

                                  but, i beg for this one. just one.

                                                     p l e a s e

                                          LET THEM BE HAPPY

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captainxofxcamelot‌:

    “I call ‘it being no help’. Such pessimistic views bring more bad than good, sir.”

     “But we mustn’t confuse pessimism with that of realism. They are quite different  -  and the latter comes in handy when dealing with reality.”

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                                          let’s just run off into the stars

                                    forget this world we’ll leave behind

                                          find adventure in another sky

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/     should i make a data   ..............

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skymade‌:

“Will,” she mutters, ‘cause she’s not very choosy with who knows it. If she was, though? He totally wouldn’t know. Definitely. No knowing there. If she was. Which she’s not. “Yeah, you guys are like. A billion people. On a scary little ship. But me, one person, all alone – I’m the scary guy. Yeah. Sure.”

“I am Jean-Luc Picard,” he begins, though his voice is less tense than usual, “Captain of the USS Enterprise.” His lips twitch a little, though his expression is far from a smile. He keeps his breathing steady and his eyes curiously stable on the other. “One person can be stronger than an army in the right circumstances. I tend not to treat anyone with any less than that indication.” A pause to allow the so-called intruder time to relax  -  though he doubts she will. “Apologies, but we aren’t accustomed to people... gating onto out ship. Where do you come from?”