imagine jim writing up the official report to star fleet and some of the phrases he uses to describe the situation include
- godamn skeleton holy shit
- totally kickass
- theres a skeleton walking around enterprise looking sick as fuck please dont fix this
#star trek#space#the final horrible frontier#these are the stories of the starship Enterprise and her constantly put upon medbay#its five year mission#to keep these damn maniacs from horrifying death in the ass end of the universe#and to boldly smack jim kirk upside his fool head (via jabletown)
Transiting exoplanet with longest known year
Astronomers have discovered a transiting exoplanet with the longest known year. Kepler-421b circles its star once every 704 days. In comparison, Mars orbits our Sun once every 780 days. Most of the 1,800-plus exoplanets discovered to date are much closer to their stars and have much shorter orbital periods.
"Finding Kepler-421b was a stroke of luck," says lead author David Kipping of the Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics (CfA). "The farther a planet is from its star, the less likely it is to transit the star from Earth’s point of view. It has to line up just right."
For the rule 63 challenge.
The original fic:
"So here’s the thing…I’m not a prince." The kid, Jim says. His eyes are ridiculously blue, like the eyes of the lost royals, and Leo finds it hard to break the other man’s gaze.
Scotty burbs. “Oh, we know that, lad.”
Jim looks between Leo and Scotty, his confusion turning to dawning realization. He grins. “You want me to lie.”
Leo’s worried that the kid has some sort of ridiculous moral compass. But than Jim hoots.
"And I’ll be getting paid for this?"
Leo scratches the back of his neck. “The King has promised to pay anyone who finds his Godson handsomely.”
Jim whistles. “Hell yeah. I’m in.”
Leo feels his face split into the realist smile he’s had since the last time he saw his daughter. “Good.”
There’s planning to do and the logistics to go over, provisions to secure but all the three of them could do is sit back and take in the decisions being made.
"And who knows," Scotty says and takes another gulp of whisky. "Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for."
Leo spends a lot of time later dissecting the look he sees that passes over Jim’s face-is it wistful, sad, or just plain nostalgic-before the kid breaks into a grin and guffaws.
Scotty nearly falls over with the hilarity of his statement and soon Leo’s pulled into their laughter, ignoring the way that Jim’s smile seems a little too wide, his snorts a little too forced.
He was only supposed to find a fake prince. He was never supposed to fall in love with a real one.
"Domesticity looks good on you." Someone had said. Maybe Jocelyn. Maybe someone at work. It had meant to be grating. But Bones didn’t care. He loved Jim and his family more than anything and he was prouder than a Klingon at war that people took notice.
Bones likes to cook.
He’d never admit it to Jim, who takes too much pleasure at seeing Bones in an apron, but he really does.
Like he enjoyed chemistry in high school, there’s something soothing about measuring and mixing. He bakes cookies for Maddy’s classes or makes baked ziti on chilly Sunday evenings.
And when their old enough, the brood chips in. Maddy loves to bake and always comes to Bones with a new recipe folded up, a shy smile on her face as she offers it to him. Abby loves fixing dishes from anywhere but Earth. She’s good at picking a recipe Jim’s not allergic to and she’s an amazing at finding substitues for anything her dad can’t have.
Davie just likes making a mess in the kitchen and is hereby banned from anything involving food preparation.
If anyone had told Leonard McCoy when he first divorced Jocelyn that he’d meet the love of his life on a shuttle to Starfleet….And that the kid would give him a family and that they would be adorably domestic, Leo would have paid for that person’s therapy and a bottle of Romulan Ale.
Bedtimes, from infancy to teenage years, are a nightmare.
"Just one more story, Papa." Chrissy pleads.
"Holy crap, if you don’t freaking turn that music down I cannot be accountable for my actions."
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM, DAVID."
Bones looks down at Abby, who is half asleep and snuggled between her fathers, unaware of the chaos outside of the bedroom. He sighs.
"She’ll have to sleep in her own bed eventually."
Jim yawns and runs a hand over their daugther’s head. “Eventually.”
Bones snorts. “You like this, don’t you?”
"Well, if she stays like this…" he jerks his head toward their door and shudders. "She won’t be like that."
They hear a thud. Bones sighs and counts to ten in his head. And then in Vulcan. And Klingon. “GOODNIGHT, CHILDREN.”
"Maddy, I don’t have your stupid book. Night dad."
Bones turns the lights off and prays for a peaceful night.