I’ll explain the infinite

that though i’m not here anymore, you can find me here:

Claire Temple: Netflix&Marvel’s shows.

And I literally just thought of revamping this blog.

A brand new start, new threads and everything. I just need to know if any of you would be willing to start again? (this doesn’t mean throwing away our plots, just basically starting our threads again)

I’d also like to clean up my muse list so I don’t overdo myself in this new beginning. 

OMG SHUT UR FACE , I AM LITERALLY DEAD

HAHA YAAAAS

               deep    hues    blink    once        ,        twice         ──         stare    blank    as    he    looks    carefully    at    kirk.             “ as   first    officer         ,          to    an    extent            it    is    within    my    duties    to    make     sure    you    are    unharmed.         you    are          the       least       expendable    officer    on    board   ,        captain. ”

“it’s my job to protect you.” 

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

     Slowly, he stood up. His bow was damaged, probably from the fall, though it could still be used; and his arrows were scattered around the floor. His sword was secured on his belt. Kíli quickly realised he was standing on a rock-hard material, but it wasn’t a rock. It was black, with white and yellow markings on it... artificial. The black floor extended for as long as he could see in front and around the buildings, and there were some metal artefacts on it -- oddly shaped like a giant metal bird. 

     A loud sound pierced the air, making the dwarf turn towards the white building. Out of one side, a huge amount of men and women came trotting towards him. They were carrying what Kíli imagined to be weapons, though they didn’t look like swords or axes. They were black, probably made of metal, though no sides were sharp enough to cut through armours, and they were held different too.