Aconitum-Napellus

A place for my obsessions, somewhere between the sanity of deviantArt and the emo land of facebook.

diditinthree:

“What are you doing here? Come to say goodbye?”
“No, I do believe I have a ticket on this very ship.”
“Are you kidding, I thought you were set on Vulcan Academy?”
“This is not a joke. I feel that my talents would be better served elsewhere. Earth seemed as good a place as any.”
“Yeah, I would have missed you too.”

An AU where Vulcan Academy takes in troubled and disobedient children, in an attempt to rehabilitate them and teach them discipline. James Tiberius Kirk is sent there after driving his stepfather’s car off a cliff, nearly killing himself in the process. He hates the strange planet and it’s inhabitants. He hates that he is an outsider and wants nothing more than to go back to Earth.

Spock is the child of two worlds, humanity entwined deep in his Vulcan flesh. He is constantly mocked for the heritage he received from is mother, and ridiculed for his father’s choice of wife. Day after day, the more cruel of the children gang up on him in an attempt to break him. That is until the day Jim hears them.

Before he knows it, he’s backing up the enraged half-vulcan, beating one kid’s face an interesting shade of purple before he is dragged off and sent to the office with the seething boy. Sitting next to each other awkwardly, Jim won’t leave Spock alone until he gives in and talks to him. Spock is led away by his father, leaving Jim to the headmaster’s cane.

The next day, Jim gingerly seats himself next to Spock during lunch, and once more refuses to stop yammering on about anything and everything. This keeps up for nearly two months before Spock begins to appreciate the other’s company, and finally he allows the blonde to befriend him.

The years fly by, and by the time Jim is old enough to leave the school and make his own future for himself, the two are nearly inseparable. Conflicted, Spock wants to follow Jim but doesn’t want to let his father down either. All it takes is the negative comment about his mother for Spock to make up his mind.

(via themirrortribble)

June 13th

So we sit with averted eyes,

sideways on to that billowing thing,

that cloud that rises, the heavy air,

the stiff glass wall, the silence raised,

and turn our backs on the creature there.

Let it rest. Let it sleep,

and hope for better things.

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A new blog post, on making houmous, and cake-stealing children.

coffeeandsleeping:

aconitum-napellus:

coffeeandsleeping:

look! i did the thing

Why is it whenever I see something like this I get a looping thought in my imagination of my tongue being cut open on it, or my hand being lacerated, and I can’t stop thinking it and feeling it?

oh my goodness that is awful!! I’m sorry I put that thought in your head :(

Not at all. I’ve always done it. Like, I’d be sitting on the school bus and suddenly imagine accidentally cutting myself with the bread knife. It’s just one of those fun weird things my brain does to torment me :-)

coffeeandsleeping:

aconitum-napellus:

coffeeandsleeping:

look! i did the thing

Why is it whenever I see something like this I get a looping thought in my imagination of my tongue being cut open on it, or my hand being lacerated, and I can’t stop thinking it and feeling it?

oh my goodness that is awful!! I’m sorry I put that thought in your head :(

Not at all. I’ve always done it. Like, I’d be sitting on the school bus and suddenly imagine accidentally cutting myself with the bread knife. It’s just one of those fun weird things my brain does to torment me :-)

coffeeandsleeping:

look! i did the thing

Why is it whenever I see something like this I get a looping thought in my imagination of my tongue being cut open on it, or my hand being lacerated, and I can’t stop thinking it and feeling it?

coffeeandsleeping:

look! i did the thing

Why is it whenever I see something like this I get a looping thought in my imagination of my tongue being cut open on it, or my hand being lacerated, and I can’t stop thinking it and feeling it?

eccecorinna:

wrathofprawn:

for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.
their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.

how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever

eccecorinna:

wrathofprawn:

for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.

their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.

how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever

(Source: sovietico, via iggypoptarts)

whodovodoo:

Jim Phelps in a saber duel. MISSION: Impossible

whodovodoo:

Jim Phelps in a saber duel. MISSION: Impossible

infiniterider:

Seriously, nobody’s going to tell me they don’t see the resemblance.

Okaaaay, I see the resemblance. But I’m still keeping Peter Graves.

My almost-three-year-old has a marvellous bottom. I know, because he told me so himself.

I wonder how many of my followers are people trying to get me to look at their porn blog? Because I won’t. Really. I’m not very interested in naked women’s bottoms, and I’m only interested in certain men.

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June 12th

So, did you stare with trilobite eyes,

seeing that fin de siècle hopelessness,

that hope, perhaps, hatching out?

Your marble eyes embracing

all present and past

and staring still, further on,

from godlessness to godlessness,

through this brief blip of faith.

You stared from your cliff-side perch,

impassive in your gaze,

the horizon never further away,

never closer, never more tangible

than now when human hands grip

on deep time, timeless time,

on rocks that fold and heave and rend

so gradually, so gradually

we forget our world is still alive.

So you watched these things,

stony-eyed,

and watch them still,

and outwatch our fleshed out lives.

anantoinetteaffair:

 Lauren Bacall in ‘To Have and Have Not’ (1944)

anantoinetteaffair:

Lauren Bacall in ‘To Have and Have Not’ (1944)

(via coffeeandsleeping)