what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?
J = Next Post
K = Previous Post
L = Like
N = View Notes
Space = Show Photo
Shift + R = Reblog
Shift + E = Add to Queue
Z + Tab = Switch Blogs
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.
I just reblogged this with the command
"what are you reading?"
"its a…online book."
"oh cool, what’s it about?"
I love that everyone just knows
"what are you writing?"
"oh cool, what’s it about?"
"can i read it?"
DO NOT MASTURBATE DIRECTLY AFTER CHOPPING JALAPENOS
i feel like theres a story behind this that needs to be told
I’m no expert, but I’d say he masturbated right after chopping jalapenos.
Actually, she’s a girl… adds a bit more context.
On another note, fucking ow!
Scotty wasn’t one for casual sex, not really. Oh sure, she indulged now and then and she certainly hadn’t a problem with those who did it regularly but for her the act was about intimacy, about the closest connection you could have.
That, and you were less likely to get fucking pregnant.
She couldn’t remember the man’s name. It had all been a blur of booze, boobs and broken beds. They’d shared a wild night and then, with make-up smudged and ego bruised, she’d climbed onto the shuttle and gone back to the hotel where the crew had been staying. Jim had slyly asked her where she’d gone and she’d confessed nothing; he’d let it slide. All was normal.
But then she began to vomit up her breakfast. Then she found herself crying at every little thing, cuddling Keenser like a teddy bear. Then she couldn’t stop eating, which then proceeded to more vomiting and more crying. Reluctantly, she went to Leonard and he gave her a pregnancy test. And, reluctantly, he told her that the results were positive.
"Oh fuck," she groaned, burying her head in her hands. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Leonard sat next to her and wrapped his arms round her shoulders, pulling her close so that he could kiss her hair.
"Oh darlin’, I’m so sorry," he mumbled, pulling his best friend close.
"Five weeks, really?!" she cried and he nodded before shifting uncomfortably.
"You know, you’re… you’re still well within the limit for getting a termination." Scotty sniffed and shook her head vehemently.
"No! I’m not goin’ta… I don’t think ah… no," she said finally. "I’m goin’ ta keep it."
"Okay," Leonard said understandingly, nodding. "Then I’ll be with you every step of the way." He kissed her head again and she laughed.
"Y’know, it ain’t all that bad. They can be an Engineering mascot!"
"I thought that was Keenser’s job?" Leonard smirked and Scotty laughed again.
"Nah, this little one’ll do! But oh lord, I need names and nappies and bottles and cradles and… oh shit, does the ship have a crèche?!"
"Mona, relax!" Leonard laughed, rubbing circles on her back soothingly. "You’ll be fine. But first thing’s first; you need to give me all your liquor." The Scotswoman pulled back, eyes wide.
"Why?!" Leonard frowned.
"You’re pregnant, Mona; you’re not allowed to drink at all during the nine months."
"Did you hear that?" Jim asked, looking round the bridge confusedly. Uhura shook her head and he shrugged. "Huh, must have been nothing."
Oh dear, my poor little Scotty! Haha I love this; imagine her and Leonard raising the babeh together and ooooh, how adorable! ^_^ Thank you for the prompt xox