G O D L I K E

        I got access back to my precious son, I lost access to my mail for this account         but I could work around it....I’m so happy not having lost this account forever

       hello everyone. it’s been ages since i’ve been online on discord but          i’m not only trying to be online here on tumblr but also there. if you wanna          talk, plot or rp (shortish things, because i have zero spell check on my phone) -          hmu (gcdlikc#6680)  and let me preferably know who you are if your name          isn’t similar to you blog one. 

       “But aren’t we still fighting battles and wars in name of peace somewhere else?”           An eyebrow rose in question. True, the Enterprise was far away from being a           warship but still...they weren’t defenceless. And there were battles in Starfleet’s           history. Humans were unfortunately not the most peaceful species in the galaxies.           So many wars fought just among themselves in their past. They just relocated the           grounds of blood shed.               “That was good change but there’s a lot of bad change. Changes we can’t undo.           Changes which happen no matter how we try them not to happen. Trust me, Leonard,           I’m familiar with them.” For a moment his gaze lingered absently in mid-air. “With           fighting against them. But in the end you have to adapt to SURVIVE. Isn’t that           what makes us human? The will of survival?” Not that he expected the other to           understand. “Does it going to scar?” Maybe it was better if he changed the topic,           he already said too much. Yet not enough.    

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     Breath in, breath out. Relax. Having any kind of meltdown on his first day of work        would ruin his day. Not starting to talk about his possible career. Plus it would        probably made Caleb much more uncomfortable which was bad. Very bad. How        did this escalate so quickly? Where did they take the wrong turn from normal        and polite conversation to this MESS? God, what had he done?          “Uhm... okay.” Awkwardly he nodded before he put down the cup in front of Caleb.        “I’m really sorry...this”, he gestured vaguely towards the coffe, “is on the house.”        He just couldn’t ask for money - that would make it way worse. “I’m normally        not like this. I...I’m sorry.” The flush slowly grew, passing his neck before it reached        skin hidden under black cotton. Brown eyes glanced a last time at the man on        the other site of the counter before they were fixed on the bowl filled with small        little packets of sugar. “Have a nice day.” See you probably never again.   

                        » The knight in shining armour slew the dragon. He just lost                         the damsel in progress. This wasn’t a fairytale - SACRIFICES                         had to been made. This was - after all - the real world,  not                         a children’s book. «                                     independent & aos based Gary Mitchell                                     penned by Daisy

    “You’re welcome...”  That’s not what he wanted to say. That’s definitely not what he       should have said. “I mean...I don’t know, I just kinda now? Is that weird?” Yes. To       the moon and back weird. Major Tom to ground control, a brain is lost in space.       Beyond control and reach. Maybe just melted.       As the other started to talk again, he could not hold another smile back. Oh yes,       definitely melted. Like ice in sunshine.  “Caleb?” Like a parrot his voice, lightly       unsure, echoed back. “That’s nice...it suits you.” Urgh, what a stupid thing to say.       For a moment Gary wondered if it made look even more stupid when he slammed       his head against the counter. Repeatedly. “I’m Gary.” Well done, Gary, well       done - now Caleb must think that he was not even stupid but also a moron. He       literally just had shown him his name tag. Like two minutes ago. He took a deep breath       before he tried to focus. Making latte art was not his strong fortune. Actually he could       just do hearts and leaves. Not that it was appropriate to give out hearts. A little too late.         “Uhm...” His brain FROZE before he starred at the coffee before him. “Are you in a       hurry?” He just couldn’t give this guy his coffee with an abysmal foam heart.       “I...kinda made a mistake?” A big one. Mission abort.