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So I've had a lot of people asking me about my url's meaning (mostly through blog rates) & I have this box free so I'm putting it here.

Beaumont Tyler Grady (AKA B. T. Grady) is the main charater in a book series called Cut & Run.

Also if you want to know what he looks like. Mostly of the fandom fancast Karl Urban as Ty.

Ex Astris Scientia


imagine jim convincing the natives of a new planet that spock and bones are married


imagine jim bones and spock playing truth or dare and every time spock or bones picks dare jim dares them to kiss each other 

Sorry but can't you just IMAGINE what if Spock injures his hand or something, maybe a cut from broken glass, nothing terrible, but Bones has to stitch it up and he's just SO CAREFUL about it, asking every three seconds if Spock is ok. And Spock is just like "I am quite alright, Doctor," secretly enjoying the feeling of McCoy's warm, steady hands holding his and when McCoy is done he kisses Spock's hand to make it feel better and Spock just turns bright green blushing like crazy


*screams from the rooftops about how much i love you and your spones headcannons*

but i can just imagine perfectly bones placing a gentle kiss in the middle of spocks hand

and from then on whenever spocks finished with a medical exam he holds out his hAND FOR BONES TO KISS OH MY GOD THATS SO SWEET THATS IT IM DONE IM DELETING THIS BLOG OH GOD



16. Hair/Makeup Stylist and Actor/Model!AU

"Look up," Leonard orders, and Jim tips his face up obligingly so that Leonard can apply foundation to the bottom of his jaw.

"Y’know," Jim murmurs, his eyelids lowering so that he can watch the long sweeps of Leonard’s brush as he moves up the curve of his throat. "You’re awful bossy for a stylist."

"It’s my job," Leonard says shortly. He pulls back briefly, contemplating his work, and tsks before turning around to rummage on his cart. "The catwalk’s yours, but when you’re offstage, you’re mine."
It’s only after the lingering pause that he realizes he could have worded that a little better. Jim Kirk may be young and brash and annoying as hell, but he’s still an up and rising star with more than enough connections to bury a mouthy make-up stylist.

Leonard turns back around apprehensively, slowly unscrewing the cap to an eyeliner pen, only to find Jim watching him strangely.

"What?" Leonard sets the cap aside and gestures for Jim to look up. He shuffles around to stand in front of his chair, steadying Jim’s face lightly with two fingers.
"Nothing," Jim says offhandedly. He widens his eyes and leans a little against Leonard’s hand, propping his chin up against the fingers hovering beneath his jaw. "I like it when you’re bossy."
"Freak," Leonard mutters, and Jim snorts in amusement. "Quit that," Leonard says, and Jim laughs harder until Leonard jabs his eyelid with the eyeliner.
"Told you to quit it." Leonard fixes the blot with ill grace, then slides his hand up to stabilize Jim’s forehead with a fingertip to his hairline, temple, and cheek. "For someone who says they like being bossed around, you’re terrible at it."
"Everyone’s a critic," Jim murmurs, his lips still twitching, and Leonard nearly draws a line across the bridge of Jim’s nose when he glances down distractedly.
Focus, dammit, he thinks viciously, and concentrates harder on smoothing out the black lines tapering away at the corners of Jim’s eyes. “Look at me,” he says, and Jim Kirk’s startlingly blue eyes focus on his face.
It’s like lightning, like fire, hot and cold all at once, and Leonard stares back helplessly as Jim smiles, just a small curl of his lips that speaks more volumes than any number of words.
“Did you make me pretty?” he asks lightly, his fingers coming up to touch the back of Leonard’s hand. Leonard realizes abruptly that he’s still holding onto Jim’s face and tries to let go, and Jim tightens his grip, pressing them together until Leonard feels like he’s going to jump out of his own skin.
Goddammit it, but the kid’s charisma is a thousand times stronger offstage, black-rimmed eyes locked on his own and pinning him to the spot.
Leonard swallows dryly and fumbles for a brush with his free hand. “Close your eyes,” he says. “I need to touch-up.”


my tumblr pet peeves:

  • automatic playing music
  • music that automatically starts
  • when a song just starts automatically when I go to your page
  • that song that interrupts my song because it started without my knowledge 
  • music on your page that just comes out of nowhere



I simply adore the fact that I am so sure that Jim and Bones will enver get enough of each other, no matter how long they live. Even if Bones is Reaper! and remembers the formula for C24, produces it for Jim and they live happily ever after forever.

hell yeah, and consider this


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