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Wrap me up like a present and put me away,
and when it gets cold I'll be yours
Let the bells ring on a fool's holiday

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DOK2: IS 100% FLUENT IN ENGLISH. FAN: SO WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE APPROPRIATION OF AAVE? DOK2: 뭐야? 나는 갑자기 들을 수가 없어. 몰라요

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http://www.mibba.com/Magazine/Mibba-Life/7724/Campus-Food-No-Bake-Energy-Bites/

I''ve got nada because I just restarted my laptop lol

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WELL THAT TOOK A TURN.

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Early mornings were a peaceful time for Wes, especially on Earth; with everybody struggling to rise and not quite awake, there was an almost eerie quiet over the campus, with only a few lone souls getting in an early morning run or acquainting themselves with the layout of the buildings.

The dining halls opened promptly at 0600, and it wasn’t even that Wes was particularly hungry, but rather desiring to leave the small space of his room for some fresh air. Unsurprisingly, it was mostly empty, a sea of glistening unpopulated tables, clean and untouched by mass crowds.

Procuring a small plate of fruit and a cup of Vulcan spice tea, he seated himself far from the rest of the occupants and settled in for a serene start to his first day at Starfleet Academy.

When the Bajoran woman first walked into the cafeteria, Wes paid her no mind beyond a casual glance at her glossy black hair and confident stance. It was simply an immediate reaction to look in the direction of noise, and any disturbance in the quiet hall was noticeable. He dropped his eyes back down to his food and pushed the fruit around on his plate – some of it native to earth, others alien strands that were being cultivated on Earth now. So far, the only thing Vulcan in origin had been the spice tea, but then he wasn’t very certain he wanted to taste human prepared plomeek soup.

A tray was placed down at the other end of his table very definitively, and when Wes looked up, the Bajoran woman was looking back at him with all of the stubbornness that told him it would be impossible to convince her otherwise. Of course, that was never known to stop Wes during diplomatic meetings before. “I don’t mean to be rude, but might I suggest one of the other currently unoccupied tables?”

“No,” she replied, stirring two packets of sugar and a cream packet into her coffee mug. “No offense, but you looked like you could use some company.”

“I think you’re being a little bit presumptuous. You know nothing about me.”

“You’re a Vulcan. I don’t have to know anything about you to know that you need company.” The tone with which this was said seemed harsher than what she had meant to convey, but Wes could tell the true intent in the way her eyes softened slightly. “My name’s Jonelle. Here, you’re going to want to eat more than that to get yourself through today.”

She pushed a cup of oatmeal and a few pieces of toast towards him. “This should help tide you over to lunch a lot better than a few measly pieces of fruit.”

Bowing his head slightly, Wes took the offered food, although not necessarily planning on eating much of it. “Thank you. I’m Wesley.”

“That’s not a very Vulcan-like name.”

“My father is human. He is the one who named me.”

They fell into a slight silence, as Jonelle cut into her omelet and Wes picked up his spoon to stir his newly acquired oatmeal. While not particularly expecting to make friends, much less before the start of classes, he found that he was in fact enjoying Jonelle’s presence; she didn’t seem to ask invasive questions, and despite a seeming brashness in her demeanor, he could tell with ease that there was compassion underlying. “So, what track are you?”

Jonelle smiled a bit and replied, “Sciences. Med track, specifically. You?”

“I am on the Sciences track and focusing on xenobotany. But I also have an interest in Leadership and have signed up for many of those classes as my electives.”

“Xenobotany is certainly interesting, what made you choose that as a focus?”

All the different planets that he had visited pass by in his mind, each with their unique flora, walking through various botanical gardens with Alex by his side as he marveled at all of the natural beauty. “It simply has always been an interest of mine.”

As the time inched closer to the first classes of the day, people began to filter into the hall, slowly filling up the tables, and closing in upon them. This was far more space than would be allotted on even the largest of starships for a dining area, and yet there was a part of Wes that felt nearly claustrophobic as the crowd grew larger.

Maybe it was just the way their eyes were drawn to him, glancing between his blonde hair and his pointed ears with curiosity and confusion, before quickly looking away. He didn’t need to be in close range to know the question being murmured around: A Vulcan in Starfleet? After everything?

“I think it’s time for class,” Jonelle said, slowly rising with her tray.

“Agreed.” Wes rose as well, following her out of the room.

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I’ve never seen someone MORE smug than him yet people live right up his ass

[well shit who was i on about? ]

https://twitter.com/VanVanderPluym/status/710693591748771840

https://www.facebook.com/Ne-Yo/videos/10153962057992012/

https://theprose.com/post/45177/truth-trauma

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it's this: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/607969/Between-Here-and-There/
i added two chapters but nobody read it fam ): do you think the formatting of chapter three was overboard? i was hoping for feedback but nada