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surlymccoy‌ // bones.

        Leonard nods his acknowledgement of Jim’s words, but his hands hesitate, lingering to cradle the younger man’s face in his palms. He looks at Kirk’s pinched expression, his darting eyes and barely concealed agitation, and pushes down the ever-present well of concern. McCoy would be smart not to care so much about this kid, not when Jim’s got ‘trouble’ written like a textbook all over him. 

        The thing is…. The Thing Is… if Len doesn’t worry about Jim… Who Will? 

        Sighing, The doctor murmurs, “…alright, then. On three… One, Two–” Before he gets to ‘Three,’ Leonard presses the septum into alignment, the smallest audible pop indicating that the cartilage is aligned. Stabilizing Kirk’s face with one hand, Len reaches for his regen unit with the other, carefully directing it over the damaged nasal cavity until he’s sure the damaged tissue has knit itself back together. 

        “….three.” He finishes, his tone smirking even if his features remain perfectly neutral. “….now. Y’wanna tell me what this is about?” 

other than a grimace, kirk doesn’t bat an eye.  not at the pop, not at the ridiculousness of bones not counting all the way to ‘three.’  privately, he’s never understood that.  if something’s going to hurt, it’s going to hurt.  regardless of whether you count to one or one hundred.  mostly, that tool of the trade just feels like a bad joke.

hell, bones is even not smirking like it is, like he’s ‘tickled to death’ at his own ingenuity.

regen. pulled back, the first thing jim does is wipe at his nose.  it’s still tender, but whatever.  he wipes, inspects the dried blood that’s been transferred onto his sleeve, & wipes again.  “why does it have to be about anything?

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Where they go 

That we shall cherish and that I wrestle 

Don’t want to be like the dust that settles

This empire of nothing 

I find that I’m king of all these empty homes

That are ruled by my own flaws

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I don’t know if it’s better or worse that the text came from a post about Build-A-Bear

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The Crew + Van Gogh:

Captain James T. Kirk +  The Starry Night, 1889

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I’m not going to take ethics lessons from a robot.

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I’m too lazy to go back in my art tag to find the original post so i’m just going to post it again. But this is the painting I was talking about!

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Star Trek Beyond / Star Trek: The Original Series, “The Corbomite Maneuver”

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When you spill your coffee and decide, “Fuck it, I’ll just be a Vice-Admiral now” #JustJimKirkThings

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#TeamILikeGivingHead

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The Enterprise and her crew needs someone on that chair who knows what he’s doing. That’s not me. It’s you, Spock.

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You’re not just a guy who owns a bar. Yeah? Yeah.

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MUN V. MUSE

tagged by: stoled it from @yourxworshipfulness tagging: @surlymccoy, @fasciinating, @fractalmind, @auroradicit, whoever else!  it’s Cute!

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Ok imagine cuddlin a boy and hes half asleep nd got his hand on your chest and you wrap your arms around him and he makes a cute little noise and cuddles closer to your chest and his hand grips your hoodie….. im Soft…