#and Dr McCoy wants to kill them

[spockedandloaded]

Scribbling out an idea I wanna flesh out into a comic for Halloween

Werewolves in space anyone? ;)c

(Also can you tell I figured out how to draw animals first haha no way)

[gen-is-gone]

Doctor Who and 2 for the fandom meme?

2. My three favorite characters and why I love them so much.

Hello hi would you like to hear about the best TARDIS team you've never heard of, right as I've fallen back hard into special interest fixation on them :D :D :D

So there's this book series.

After The Enemy Within, aka Doctor Who the TV Movie, premiered to an astounding lack of enthusiasm in 1996, BBC books decided to steal Virgin Publishing's idea to write novels about dr who, and promptly yoinked the license so they could cut out the middleman and do just that, this time starring Paul McGann's Eighth Doctor instead of Sylvester McCoy's Seventh. This novel series was called, aptly enough, The Eighth Doctor Adventures. So entirely skipping over almost three decades' worth of entertaining intrafandom drama and also how nu!who shamelessly stole basically every good idea the EDAs ever had (the biggest being of course the Time War, tho tragically nowhere near as well done), my favorite TARDIS crew:

The Eighth Doctor (as you may have guessed), Fitz Kreiner, and Anji Kapoor.

I love them, I adore them, they're my best friends. All three of them are amazing in their own right, but they're absolutely phenomenal as a team.

Eight, and the EDA version of them specifically, is my favorite doctor bar none. They're flighty and giddy and tactile and deeply affectionate, they're extremely weird and have a number hyperfixations and special interests and other very relatable neurodivergent tendencies. They are very prone to amnesia in a way which starts off as kind of a running gag and ends up being a huge plot point for the entire second half of the series. They're easily the most genderfluid the Doctor ever gets before textually being played by a woman and going by she/her, which is a big part of why I like using they/them pronouns for the Doctor generally. They kiss people often and canonically date people of multiple genders. Being played by (or at least written in reference to) Paul McGann, they are extremely pretty. They also go through the absolute fucking wringer, both in the sense that their arc plots are really dramatic and complicated and dark, and also in the sense that some of the folks writing for the series are pretty unapologetic whump fans lol. Best Doctor. No notes.

Next up is My BoyTM. The ur-blorbo himself, Fitzgerald Michael Kreiner. He's the best and I hate him. He's the worst and I love him. He's a musician from 1963 with appalling fashion sense and truly awful luck. He's canonically bi and in love with the Doctor (and their kiss in the novel Dominion in 1998 was the first kiss between the Doctor and a man in the history of Dr Who). He's a clone of himself because Eight lost the original Fitz 600 years in the future and then he joined cult of shitty time traveling mall goths. The original Fitz lived 2000 years and was filled with hate and wanted to kill the Doctor for abandoning him but never actually stopped loving them. He's a massive idiot. He's genuinely embarrassing so often but also despite thinking of himself as a coward and an asshole he's very brave despite his constant terror and very kind despite his pretending that he's only out for himself. He is such astoundingly perfect tumblr bait it's not even funny. He's one of the longest running companions in the franchise by number of consecutive stories.

Last of my darlings is the myth, the legend herself, Anji Kapoor. The first Asian companion in the history of Doctor Who, she's a stock futures trader from 2001 and to this day the only example I can think of off the top of my head of a woman of color having her white boyfriend get fridged for the sake of her emotional pain and character development. On the surface, she's the one with braincell, but she's so much more than just the white boy babysitter stereotype. She's a massive closet nerd who loves Star Trek but won't admit it, she's got a very weird thought process that makes her jump to the most absolutely batshit decisions while justifying them to herself as being perfectly reasonable and logical and not at all insane, she thinks of Fitz as a brother and the Doctor as a sister, she once called the Doctor a useless otterfucker, literally what can't she do (other than get back to her own time and planet rip).

The three of them have such a wonderful dynamic together. They're best friends and close family despite them being thrown together entirely by chance. They banter and joke and snark together, they riff off each other and enjoy each other's company, all three of them would catch a bullet for each other and all three of them more or less have. They're in a run of I think 25 books, which is a pretty significant time to spend together, and while there are some clunkers in their run ngl, they've also got some truly amazing books together, including one of my favorite books not just in the EDAs or Dr Who, but as a whole, The Year of Intelligent Tigers. I love them so so much I can't even.

I'm... not sure how accessible anything to do with the EDAs is give I fell off the DW deep end solidly a decade ago and at this point I just have to admit I'm in for life, but I have observed that most people who do read the EDAs tend to put 8&fitz&anji in at least their top five TARDIS teams, if not their first pick. Anyway, I love them, thank you so much for letting me gush about the best TARDIS team in all of Dr Who :D

[t0ast-ghost]

S2 episode 24 (The Ultimate Computer) beep boop

Bleeeep:

- “Bob!” Most enthusiastic and surprised uttering of the name I’ve ever heard

- “Tell me about it.” Spock immediately interjects and Kirk is like ‘yep just what I asked for. My boyfriend infodumping :)’ while the commodore is like ‘tf?’

- omg it’s the ‘fear technology’ episode (20 bucks says Kirk is gonna paradox it)

- Spock is standing behind the commodore after he says Kirk’s job is obsolete like ‘should I just nerve pinch this guy, captain?’

- “The most current lack in the computer programming is that there is nothing available to immediately replace the starship surgeon.” DAMN SPOCK GOING FOR THE JUGULAR 

- Love how Jim is just stuck between their banter

- McCoy complaining and Daystrom being like ‘who is this bitch?’

- “This is a security area.” “Don’t worry Doctor, Dr. McCoy has clearance all over the ship.” YOU MEAN HES ALLOWED TO ROAM FREE?!?

- Kirk touches Spock’s arm so softly

- McCoy lovingly joking about Spock learning about the computer

- guys is it normal to walk this close to your top medical officer?

- All joking aside I like the hallway talk, Kirk is questioning himself and McCoy knows that anything he says could be seen as just trying to console him, so he points out Kirk’s behaviour and goes, ‘ask yourself, Jim.’ In a way to say, ‘I trust you, you should trust you too.’

- Are M-5’s recommendations going to be ‘Don’t send three of your top officers down to a potentially dangerous planet just because you want to go on a fun date with them’ ? Omg it was.

- So it pulls more power when it’s doing more things. And so. Hypothetically. If it were to do too much it could potentially shut down the whole ship and/or life support systems

- Sulu and Chekov working together and getting to appear together (no matter how small the time)

- oh my Spock comforting Kirk and reassuring him that he will stand by him. Kirk’s bright ass smile at the end. Just kiss already please

- As Kirk reacts to “Captain Dunsel” by leaving the bridge Spock follows and watches him leave as McCoy calls after asking who that is. Spock doesn’t look away from where Kirk disappeared to until McCoy calls him

- “It refers to a part that serves no useful purpose.” McCoy is about to kill someone.. or more likely reassure Kirk with alcohol

- I love Daystrom’s outfit, kinda want it

- There goes a redshirt

- McCoy doesn’t need to be in most of the places he is in

- This. Just this. Someone proposed to me that they’re divorced but I still hold hope that they’re married and just like that

- “Einstein, Kazanga, or Sitar of Vulcan.” Yes all very famous

- Sulu and Chekov content

- Chekov’s hair looks nice here

- Kirk is not doing well, his friends are dying

- Daystrom is being intentionally thick at this point

- Daystrom’s monologue to M-5 is amazingly done

- Spock goes over to Kirk and McCoy after pinching Daystrom just to say “fascinating”

- Kirk getting on the job. Time to paradox.

- “Care to debate that, Spock?” He wants him so bad

- “It would be most interesting to impress your memory engrams on a computer, Doctor. The resulting torrential flood of illogic would be most entertaining.” Kirk laughs at this. Spock knows how to flirt. Any of you that say he doesn’t have a sense of humour can fight me

- Imagine getting to sit in your spinny chair with your two hot boyfriends standing above you. I’d imagine pure joy. Uhura is suspicious….

Masterpost

Episode teleplay by D. C. Fontana

Story by Laurence N. Wolfe

And produced and directed by our old pal John Meredyth Lucas

[cheer-deforest-kelley]

I think we all agree that Kirk and especially Spock are physically stronger than Dr. McCoy. Vulcans are absolutely much stronger than humans.

However, in “The Man Trap”, McCoy bests both of them.

McCoy is woken out of a drugged sleep by a frightened Nancy, and is trying to figure out what she’s rambling about, when Kirk enters with a phaser and a handful of salt, accusing Nancy of being a monster. McCoy doesn’t know what the hell is going on— he just wants to protect Nancy. McCoy wrestles with Kirk and although pushed away, he gets the phaser.

Then Spock comes in and yells at McCoy to shoot Nancy and tries to grab the phaser from McCoy. McCoy uses just one hand during most of his struggle with Spock and Spock still can’t get the phaser.

Spock finally goes “Fuck it, I’ll do this myself!”

Which leaves McCoy with the phaser to do the sad deed of killing Nancy/The Monster.

[tigereyes45]

spones

I assume this is for the Ship questions game. (If not then just send me another anon letting me know.) Also I'm answering for TOS Spones. Let me know if you want me to do AOS later.

SEND ME A SHIP and I’ll tell you:

Who said “I love you” first

Bones said, "I love you." directly first. I headcanon that Spock realizes his feelings for McCoy first, but he doesn't say the words "I love you". Instead he says it in other ways, such as, "I am more efficient on the job when I know that you're safe."

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

McCoy. He would have a picture of his daughter as his lock screen but Spock would be his homescreen. It would be one he took, when he thought Spock wouldn't notice. The vulcan has the faintest smile on his face as he's bent over a microscope working on something. Neither of them mention the fact that Spock only start smiling when McCoy pulled out the phone.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

Bones. Spock doesn't see a point to it. He'll always read the messages but then he disinfects and wipes down his mirror.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

They both do. Spock would argue his gifts aren't cheesy, they're practical, and the ones that aren't he gave because he knew Dr. McCoy would want them. Which is not cheesy, but the point of gift giving. However Bones would just own up to it. He likes seeing Spock's reactions, even if strangers can't spy the small differences in his expressions, Bones can.

Who initiated the first kiss?

McCoy. No doubt in my mind, McCoy would initiate the first 'human' kiss. (Spock went in to hug McCoy in canon before and McCoy held his hand and shook it instead. So Spock absolutely initiated the first 'Vulcan' kiss.)

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

McCoy. It's typically a forehead, or cheek kiss. Sometimes if Spock is sleeping in, McCoy will kiss him on one of his ears to get a reaction.

Who starts tickle fights?

Neither. They don't really do tickle fights, and I feel like if they did, McCoy would start it, and lose it.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

Spock would ask to join, but only after McCoy has invited him in a few times before in the past. There would need to be a precedent of it for Spock to feel comfortable enough to ask.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?

They both do this, but Spock does it most often. He has McCoy's schedule memorized and checks in an hour after his lunch should have been. If Bones hasn't had lunch by then, Spock uses the sickbay's replicator to make them food and eats with him.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date?

McCoy. This man has a ton of southern charm but none of it helps him against Spock's vulcan stoicism. He was absolutely worried that Spock wasn't having a good time. (Which inevitably would lead to him picking a fight just to get a reaction out of Spock.)

Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Spock takes them out. McCoy isn't scared of spiders, and will take them out if he's the only one around. Spock doesn't like the idea of killing spiders, so they always take them out.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk?

Bones. He gets loud, and very proud. He would brag about Spcok's accomplishments to anyone who tried to say anything slightly negative about the vulcan, while drunk (or sober). Spock gets more possessive when he's drunk.

Original post here. Send me a ship to answer these questions about.

[marvelouslytrekking]

Unbelievable

Pairing: Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader Summary: Written from the prompt: "I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so." Word Count: 1417 Warnings: Mention of death, yelling, knife, injury, brief mention of disaster A/N: I haven't written much in forever and today I opened Google Docs to maybe try and write and I found this untitled and just sitting there. I really don't remember writing this but I guess I did so here it is! Enjoy :)

You were on a planet that had just had a major natural disaster hit their capital city. There were many casualties and you had come in to offer assistance and to bring them much needed supplies.  You were at a medical facility helping to triage people coming in with various injuries.

You had been tasked with assessments before directing the injuries to the treatment they needed. You were also helping with some of the more minor injuries if there was a lull in people coming in. While you knew your work was less exhausting than that of some of the other doctors and nurses who were doing back to back surgeries or other more intense work, you were still exhausted. You were also sure you had skipped a few breaks and honestly weren’t sure how long you had been at this posting. 

As if he had read your mind, suddenly Dr. McCoy appeared beside you. “I swear I haven’t seen you take a break all day. When was your last break?” He questioned.

“I honestly don’t remember,” You told him truthfully. 

“Well then what are you doing standing here, shoo, go take a break and come back a little refreshed.” 

You went to argue but he gave you a look that told you not to even try. You sighed and dramatically handed off the padd to another nurse before you stepped out of the school that had been turned into a makeshift hospital.  You immediately took a deep breath and realized just how long you had been cooped up in that building. You would never admit it to Bones, but you had desperately needed the break.

You had started to go for a walk. You should have probably been more exhausted than you were but you found yourself being restless. You didn’t want to get yourself lost so you were just walking around the block because you would be able to keep the school in your vision and you knew this area was one of the least affected so you wouldn’t find yourself in rubble and impassable areas. 

You had rounded the corner of the back of the building happy to be away from the chaos and be able to enjoy some quiet when you notice a man approaching. “They killed my wife! How could they let her die!” You heard him yelling. You felt bad for him, he had just gone through a tragedy and it wasn’t something that could be helped. It had seemed that he was just yelling at the world and not anyone in particular, but suddenly he was directly in your face. “How could you let them kill her!!” 

“I’m so sorry for your loss sir, but I am sure they did everything that you could.” You tried to diffuse the situation. You were trying to remember if you had seen this man when you were triaging people, but you had seen hundreds of people and at a certain point, the faces began to blend together. 

“No! You said she’d be okay, that it was just a simple injury and then we waited hours and now she’s dead. You killed her!!” 

You were trying to process what he was saying but before you could say or do anything, he was lunging at you. You hadn’t been prepared for the attack so he managed to knock you down on the stairs behind you. You were trying to push him off you when you heard the back doors opening and someone yelling. You let out a breath of relief when the commotion scared the man off and he ran off within second of the person starting to yell at him. 

“Oh my god! y/n, are you okay?!” You suddenly released the voice was that of Dr. McCoy. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You responded. You were still a little stunned from the encounter and you began to slowly pull yourself up to a better seated position.

You watched as the doctor looked you over. You rolled your eyes, “You know, I am a nurse, when I say I am fine, I mean it,”

“ Well, I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so." He responded with an annoyed look.

“What are you,” You started to respond before looking down to where his eyes were and realizing that he was right, there was a knife sticking out of your thigh. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He sighed, “So how ‘bout we get you back inside and get you taken care of.”

“I am pretty sure this is a yellow case at best, I can take care of this myself. I am sure you have much more important things to be dealing with.” You told him. However, you did allow him to help you get up from the stairs. You made sure not to put any weight onto your left leg. 

“Well I think having my favorite nurse out of commission puts you higher on the priority list” He told you.

“Oh, and here I thought you didn’t have favorites.” You chuckled.

“Don’t tell Christine, she’ll be very upset and no one wants that.” He joked.

“Your secret is safe with me.” You smiled. 

You still wanted to protest that you could take care of yourself, but you also had to admit, you didn’t mind being taken care of by the doctor so you allowed him to lead you to a table and to patch you up. 

“What happened?” He asked gently as he began to cut the fabric of your uniform pants away from the knife blade. 

“I really don’t know. It happened so fast. He was yelling about how his wife died and then next thing I knew he was in my face saying I killed his wife and then before I could even try to respond, he had jumped me.” You explained. “I was trying to remember who his wife was. He said I told him it was a minor injury. I don’t know if I diagnosed her wrong. I mean maybe I am to blame.”

“Hey,” Bones stopped what he was doing, putting his hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look at him, “You did not kill her. You have been doing your job to the upmost degree, there is a lot that can go wrong when we are trying to take care of this many people. We can’t control everything, he was just misplacing his anger. You are not to blame.” 

“I mean, what if I am though?” You were trying to listen to what he was saying but all you could think about was how you couldn’t even remember who the women who died was. “I mean I can’t even remember looking the women over, what if I over extended myself and was too tired and missed something.”

“Listen, I know what you're going through right now, but honestly if you don’t remember her you might not have even been the one to look her over. And I promise, as your direct superior, I would not have let you stay here if I thought you were a danger to yourself or others. Nor would you let yourself get to that point.”

You knew he was right but it was so hard to believe it when you stopped to think about the life that was lost. 

“Thanks Len,” 

“Anytime. You know where to find me if you need to talk about this type of stuff.” He told you. From there he worked in mostly silence. He made sure to warn you of incoming pain and apologized when you winced anyway. 

“Alright you’re all good. Now get yourself back to the ship and rest for a while.” He instructed once you were patched up. 

“Wait, I thought this was about making sure I could get back to work?!” You protested. 

“You have already been here well over the maximum allowed for hours, and you were just stabbed. You need to get some rest. Once you have had a good 10 hours off, you can come back and work if you’re feeling up for it.” 

“But-” You tried to interject. 

“No buts. Get some sleep. That’s an order.” He said, authority behind the statement. 

“Fine, but I am not going to be happy about it.” You gumbled. 

[indeedcaptain]

Spirktober 2023, day 2: Running

I'm doing these all out of order, I know, but I'm having a grand old time. Wahoo!!

Also, if anyone is seeing these and wants to request stuff alongside the Spirktober prompts, just let me know :)

Also posted on AO3 here.

☆ ☆ ☆

As a general rule, Spock knew many things. He knew the planet they were on (Aldux II), the language of the intelligent lifeforms that had lived on the planet since the beginning of their history (called D’xian, with a case system suspiciously similar to Russian), and how long they had been on the planet for (16.8 hours). He knew that his stride length was 62.25 inches. He knew that he was fond of this number, as it was also Lieutenant Uhura’s height. He knew that he had been running for 2.4 hours.

He knew that his last two security officers had fallen away 528 strides ago, and that one of them --- Ensign Karros, who smiled at him illogically at least twice an hour and was a vicious student of Suus Mahna --- had gasped, “Keep going,” at him even as she staggered to her knees, clutching her chest. He knew that his footfalls were the only ones he could hear, that his heartbeat was thrumming uncomfortably in his side, and that the small package of antibiotics in a pouch slung across his chest was the most valuable material on the planet at this moment. He knew that it there was a one in ten chance that the ion storm swirling in the atmosphere over his head would create conditions nonconducive to life, specifically his, at some point during this trek, but he also knew that he was the only member of the crew who could conceivably cover the significant distance between hospitals faster than the storm would dissipate naturally.

He did not know how the other hospital was faring. He did not know if his captain was still alive. He did not know if Dr. McCoy was still with him, or if he would be available to synthesize the antibiotic quickly enough to distribute to the crew of the Enterprise and what remained of the D’xian population. 

Sometimes he thought that continually running into the boundary of his knowledge about the universe would eventually kill him. His mind would revolt at the illogical things he had to do to survive, or he would learn something on some planet that would destabilize the foundations of his life, and he would lay down and curl up and go to sleep forever. He knew, however, that today would not be that day. He was not content to give up when he, stronger and faster and more durable than his human crewmates, was the last man standing, to borrow a human phrase. If McCoy was not available, he would synthesize the antibiotic himself. He knew that, although he was not a doctor, he knew enough about chemistry to do it. He knew that he would rather run until his heart stopped than die without knowing what had happened to the captain. 

So he ran.

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Spock knew, by the time the hospital building appeared in his vision, that he had destroyed the soles of his feet. Starfleet standard-issue boots were many valuable things: they were waterproof, rubber-soled, useful for climbing and standing and walking. He doubted that the Fabrication and the Material Construction team had ever tested the boots as he had today. He had run for 5.2 hours; his lungs ached, his heart pounded unsteadily, and he had turned off all sensation from his feet after the third hour. He did not want to think about the state of his skin and bones. Even Vulcan skin blistered eventually.

He slowed to a walk as he approached the building and called, as loudly as his chest could manage, “Dr. McCoy!” 

Relief. Illogical, irrational, overwhelming relief flooded him as McCoy stuck his head out of a second-story window and looked down at him. 

“Spock?” Disbelief dripped from the single syllable. “How the hell did you get here?”

Wrong question, thought Spock. He lifted the pouch that had bounced against his chest for the better part of the day. “I have the antibiotic.” 

“How did you get here?” McCoy said again, and then he vanished from the window. Spock finally, finally came to a halt, standing outside what he estimated was the front door. 

McCoy cracked it open and stuck his tricorder through. “You’re not infected, are you?” 

“I do not believe so, doctor.” But the tricorder whirred and dinged, and when McCoy read the screen he opened the door fully. Spock handed the pouch to McCoy and had to use more mental effort than average to exert enough control to keep his hands from shaking. 

McCoy took the pouch and flipped open the top flap, confirming that the three little glass bottles inside were whole. He looked up at Spock with none of his usual animosity. “I thought the ion storm made their transporters and ours useless.” 

“It did, doctor. I brought the antibiotic.” The numbness that Spock had intentionally blanketed over his feet was spreading up his calves. This change in sensation was concerning, but likely not life-threatening. 

“The other hospital was eighty kilometers from here,” McCoy said suspiciously, but he led Spock deeper into the cool building. The circulating air felt pleasant against his skin, and as they walked his heart rate started to slow.

“I am aware of the distance. Had it been closer, I would have arrived sooner.” 

They entered a laboratory. This planet, unlike many of the others they had visited on their exploratory mission, was scientifically advanced. The D’xians were curious by nature, and becoming a scientist was both a professional and a social achievement. Spock found himself unwilling to consider the possibilities of what would have happened if they had been struck by the same virus on a planet without a fully functioning biological laboratory. If there hadn’t been a virus, if there hadn’t been an ion storm that blocked Mr. Scott from simply beaming Spock from one hospital to another, if it had been anyone but the captain who lay gasping on a hospital bed… it was not logical to consider alternative outcomes. This was the future that had happened. 

They set to replicating the success of the other hospital’s scientists immediately. Despite their frequent arguments, Spock thought that he and McCoy made reasonably efficient labmates. McCoy talked to himself too much, and talked to Spock more than he preferred, but he knew what he was doing and he was the only other person, besides himself, that Spock trusted to keep the captain safe. 

His entire lower body was numb, and his hands shook, but he assisted McCoy until McCoy slapped one of the machines happily and hoisted the first replicated dose of the antibiotic up into the air. “Got it,” he said grimly, and marched immediately from the room. Spock followed. 

The room that McCoy led him to had only one occupant. He lay quietly in a narrow hospital bed, the only movement the shallow rise and fall of his chest beneath a threadbare blanket. This hospital’s equipment was different than that of the Enterprise, and Spock found himself discomfited by the difference in noises from this hospital’s machines. 

McCoy loaded the antibiotic into a hypo and drove the needle into the captain’s neck. Without the captain’s customary wince and complaint, the action seemed like one-half of a duet: incomplete. They waited in silence for fifteen seconds. Thirty seconds. 

Fifty-three seconds after the hypo pierced the captain’s skin, his eyes opened. His eyes---their color muted in the dim light of the room---landed on McCoy. “Hey, Bones,” Captain Kirk said softly. “Why don’t you ever buy me dinner first?” 

“Jesus, Jim,” McCoy said, and laughed with relief. “Give a man a break. Didn’t want you to choke to death on a pill you couldn’t swallow.” The captain smiled at the doctor, and then his eyes flicked to Spock. 

“Mr. Spock,” he said, voice thick with hushed delight. “I thought you were up north. Is the storm over, then?” He sat up, flexing his hands. His hands were brown, the backs tanned and dusted with freckles. It never ceased to amaze Spock that the captain was covered in freckles despite his infrequent exposure to any sun. 

“Spock?” The captain’s voice was concerned. Spock realized that he had been staring at the captain’s hands for approximately nine seconds, that he could not remember what he was supposed to be saying, and that the numbness had spread to his neck. He looked down and assured himself that his body was still connected to his head. 

He cleared his throat. “No, captain. The storm continues.” 

The captain and Dr. McCoy continued to stare at him, some emotion he couldn’t identify rising on both of their faces. Perhaps they hadn’t heard him. “The storm…” he said again, but he forgot what he was saying. 

He felt liquid on his upper lip, and raised a hand to it. His fingers came away green. 

“Mr. Spock!” The captain stood abruptly and moved towards him.

“Why don’t you sit, Spock?” Dr. McCoy approached him, hands outstretched. 

Sitting seemed like a logical idea. To maximize efficiency, he collapsed instead. 

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The healing trance ended as suddenly as it began. Spock opened his eyes to see both the familiar tiled ceiling of the Enterprise’s own Medbay and the captain and the doctor hovering nearby. 

“Captain,” Spock said. His throat was dry. It came out as more of a croak.  

“What the hell were you thinking? Eighty kilometers?” Spock’s eyes found the captain’s. 

“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one, captain,” he said. His captain rubbed one hand over his face in a familiar and exasperated gesture. “I estimated that it would not be significantly more taxing than running through the Forge.” 

“And did you estimate your footwear, and the atmosphere, and differences in gravity?” 

“Naturally,” Spock said. “I used all data available to me.” He did not add that he had never run for five straight hours through the Forge, and that it was actually easier for him to run in dry heat than in the cool and damp humidity of Aldux II, or what he was considering to mean ‘significant’ in this situation. He had survived. The captain did not need to know.

The captain sat heavily into the chair next to Spock’s bed, placed one hand on Spock’s forearm, and squeezed. Through the contact Spock was deluged with his emotions, as forceful as a hurricane: anger, concern, pride, affection, warmth, and Spock was gratified to learn that his captain was impressed by his display of athleticism. 

“I estimated the odds of your survival based on my action or inaction, captain,” Spock said quietly. Across the room, Dr. McCoy began loudly clattering materials on the medical cart by the door. Through his captain’s hand, he felt the other man’s affection and concern pulse up his arm like a heartbeat. 

“Yes, Mr. Spock,” Jim said quietly. “I thought you might have. Would it change your behavior at all if I asked you to be more careful in the future?” 

“I am careful, captain,” Spock said, affronted. Careful with you, he thought. 

Spock knew many things. Despite the illogic of it, despite his best attempts to meditate it away, he knew this: that he would protect his captain, even at his own expense, until his katra was returned to the stars. 

[mysticninetalis]

My Star Trek HeadCanons

Hiya! I just had a lot of head-canon's running around in my head so I just wanted to share a few! These are an amalgamation of things grabbed from Memory Alpha/Beta, as well as what I just like to think are implications of happenings that took places in these character’s lives. I also have a more adult list for more sexy and/or serious HC’s (if you wanna see those)

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Jim Kirk

Certified genius, by both Human and Vulcan standards

Very ADHD

Loves to dances, especially as a kid

This man has freckles everywhere

Had a pet mini-cow named Pickles

Graduated highschool at 16

Got his Masters in Xeno-linguistics and Engineering from UC Berkeley & MIT respectively, by the age of 21

Lover of old 20th/21st music ( think the Beasty Boys, Nickelback, Red Hot Chili Peppers, FFDP,  Lil’ John, Dr. Dre, 2Pac, ect.)

He purposely fucks with Bones by singing “Get Low” anytime the joke call for it ‘cause he know the old Grumpus hates it

Has a cow plushie that he has kept to this day, it was his dad’s.

Loves himself a good Pina Colada

Is honestly a huge bookworm (his guilty pleasure is dirty novels lol)

loves to cuddle (especially with Bones or Galia)

allergic to most fruits and flowers (including a lot of aliens fruits. Also strawberries, which sucks because he loves them), as well as most nuts

He’s such a sucker for gelato, but Bones restricts how much he has :(

A very loving and open pansexual 

Loves to wear all kinds of clothing, especially a good dress every now and then

Met Sulu in his 2nd year because he joined the fencing club

Took Chekov under his wing and they were study buddies

Spock

Has a stuffed Sehlat  names Muffins that Sybok gave him when he was 2 

Queer as shit

Follower of the “Talk Shit, Get Hit” way of life

Followed Sybok & Micheal everywhere (even sneaking out with whenever they did during the older sibling’s shenanigans)

Always got carried by his “scruff” by I-Chaya whenever he was getting into things he wasn’t supposed to

His answer to everything when in trouble was “Following one’s curiosity is logical, it is how one learns” (his made Amanda always laugh and Sarek question his life)

Has a tattoo of the vulcan G’teth bush & Induku tree wrapped in Terran roses on his left shoulder (an homage to his family’s humanity and vulcan culture) as well as the mark of the Khas-wan wrapped along his left bicep.

He has a few ear piercings and actually likes ear jewelry (it is one of his few illogical indulges)

Is a avid poetry reader

Mastered the art of Suus Manha around the age of 10

He very much understands human colloquialisms and metaphors, he just acts like he doesn't to fuck with people.

During the customary show-and-tell every child has after their Khas-wan, Spock brought the pelt of a young Le-Matya he had killed, because it was only logical to tell in detail how he survived to his classmates (and rub it in Stonn’s face)

Totally has a secret love for ABBA (and disco in general), Reggaeton, American Country music, and dancing of many terran verities thanks to his mother and her side of the family (including but not limited to knowing how to whine, the tango, the waltz, and southern line dancing)

Dyslexic as shit, but learned to overcome it thanks to his mama

Such a Mama’s boy, will beat of anyone who talks shit about Amanda, including adults when he was a child

cried for days when Sybok was sent off planet, and again when Micheal left, and no one was able to comfort him besides Muffins

Leonard Horatio “Bones” McCoy

The gentlest person alive under all that bluster

Half-Hispanic on his Mama’s side

Makes tamales during the christmas holidays

The galaxies #1 Daddy, he has a mug that says so

Was in charge of hair day when they lived together because he was the parent that braided the most efficiently (plus it kept his hands very dexterous for work)

Knits Joanna sweaters (he also crocheted her a stuffed Tinkadink because it was her favorite Pokemon and like the fact that it hits other pokemon out of the sky)

Wore a pretty floral white and lavender sundress dress to Daddy-Daughter day because when Joanna was in 3rd grade she wanted to try out some “boy” clothing but was worried her friends would think she was weird

Loves Country music (especially Mark Twain, Morgan Wallen, and Dolly Parton)

He’s also a metal-head

Always lets Joanna dress him whenever they visit, they also paint each others nail

Almost tore Joanna’s 5th grade teacher a new one because some little twat kept bullying her about her hair

Applied to the VSA with an amazing transcript and medical journals to his name and was denied for some bullshit reason, which is why he’s salty about Vulcans

Discovered he was Bi at a young are because he saw an interview of Ambassador Sarek holo and thought he was real pretty

Graduated highschool at 16, got his MD and PHD is Psychology by 21 and finished his residency at Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta

Married Jocelyn Treadway at 19, and had Joanna at 22

Makes time for the gym even if his week is hellish (both when he was in school, as well as at work), has very much a well built dad-bod with a big chest and thighs

Was the captain of his high school track team

Danced competitively all throughout his childhood (mainly traditional hispanic cultural dances and was in a more contemporary crew throughout high school and college when he had the time)

Was a exotic dancer starting at 18 to pay for college, which is also where he met Jocelyn

He also took Chekov under his wing and would given anyone who made comments about the whiz kid a patented McCoy glare and just the best passive aggressive bedside manner whenever they were under his care

Wears his Daddy’s Saint Raphael necklace that has Joanna’s birthstone

Nyota Uhura

Secretly loves those cheesy rom-com holovids

a pansexual Queen

A woman who lived by the motto “Gaslight, Girlboss, Gatekeep”

Hated when Kirk and Galia would always cuddle in their dorm room, but eased up one night when she heard Kirk singing a Orion lullaby to a sleeping Galia.

While she puts her career first, she is a very maternal person at heart and loves to babysit whenever Joanna would visit the Academy/Enterprise

oddly enough, shes an amazing impressionist

Beginning halfway through her second year (Kirk’s first), Kirk started to randomly talk to her Vulcan, than Klingon and slowly it turning into an ongoing competition to see who between the two of them know more languages

Loves to do Yoga as well as leaned how to traditional Orion dance from Galia as a form of exercise

Found out after a night of drinking with their friend group that Leonard knew how to poll dance and asked him for lessons whenever their schedules lined up, it be came a bi-monthly thing for them

Always gets her family cute little odds-and-ends for their birthday, as well as a card that says how much she loves them in different languages rotating every year

Shares Spock’s love for earrings and will get him a new pair for his birthday

During the bi-annual talent show, she and Spock usually did an act together

One year it was a tie between her Spock, and Jim & Galia’s dance act

Her, Hendorf, CHristine and Leonard have a once a month girl’s night where they meet in Nyota & Galia’s dorm and talk shit

When she heard that Gary Mitchell spread rumors about Jim being a whore, she did everything in her power to make that man’s life miserable

Sometimes the odd person will make a misogynistic/racist comment about her or her appearance, and miraculously Jim and the person who said it willinup at Medical with Leonard being extra mean to said misogynist (and if Spock hears anything while he’s out wither her, they’ll get the verbal ass whooping of their lives as well as a demerit in their file)

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 59

McCoy

“Did- did he get help?” McCoy asked in a shaky voice. Scotty had just finished telling him Aporal’s story. “We saw Dr. Hudson. Aporal and the other survivors had to have had help when they returned. Someone to work through that trauma with.”

“I think so,” Scotty said as he snuggled in closer to McCoy’s side. They were sitting together, leaning against the headboard. “But even with Dr. Hudson we’ve still struggled at times.” Scotty was quiet for a moment and McCoy could almost hear his husband thinking about the incident the previous week in self defense class.

“And Aporal went through a much longer abduction than us.”

“How could the Federation not have found these beings? Aporal was rescued; didn’t they interrogate his captors?”

“I don’t know love,” Scotty said. “Even if they had, do ye think they’d have told him? Maybe the captors were killed in the rescue.” Scotty shrugged. “Aporal didn’t say.”

McCoy nodded as he let out a sigh.

“What a terrible thing,” he whispered.

“We’ll help.”

“Of course we will!” McCoy agreed. “I can’t begin to imagine,” he said in a whisper. “What we went through… to picture it going on for months…”

“He’s a strong lad- at least he puts up a strong front- but he needs us.”

“We’ll be there.”

McCoy woke up with a gasp. The room was dark around him. Confused for only a moment, he remembered vividly the colors of his nightmare and reached hurriedly for Scotty. One piece, Scotty was in one piece, and a sob of relief escaped the prince.

“Len?” Scotty murmured sleepily.

“Sorry,” McCoy whispered. “Go back to sleep.” He breathed deeply to settle his racing heart.

“What…?”

“A bad dream. I had a bad dream. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“S’alright,” Scotty said as he put an arm over McCoy and pulled him closer. “I’ve got ye.”

Comfort flowed over McCoy and he tucked his head down by Scotty’s chest. He could hear his husband’s heart and feel his breathing. Aporal’s story must have dug up McCoy’s own memories and he grimaced at the thought.

Morning came quickly and McCoy yawned as they walked to breakfast.

“Are ye alright?” Scotty asked.

“Hmm?”

“After waking up last night. Yer bad dream. Was it about- about the Romulans?”

“Oh. Yeah. I don’t remember much, just being very scared for you,” McCoy said. He could see their friends already sitting as they got their breakfast. He smiled tightly as Scotty squeezed his hand.

Plates full, they began to move across the hall.

“Oh.”

“What leannan?”

Scotty had stopped walking and was looking towards a table away from where they were heading.

“Aporal. He’s alone again,” Scotty said. McCoy could hear his frown.

“Maybe he wasn’t comfortable with our friends without you,” McCoy offered.

“Maybe,” Scotty said thoughtlessly. “I’m going over,” he said decisively.

“I’ll come too,” McCoy said. “He’s going to have to get used to us somehow.” He grinned and they changed directions.

Part 60

Scotty

Aporal looked quite surprised when Scotty and Leonard sat down across from him. He raised an eyebrow at them questioningly.

"Good morning, laddie."

"Good morning."

A weak chuckle left the Andorian's mouth when the boys both greeted him at the same time.

"Uhm... good morning, Scottish boy. Prince."

"Leonard," Scotty's husband corrected the other boy, knowing fully well that Aporal would never use his name though. It was a nickname that would stick with him for eternity. Like Jaylah's Just Leonard.

"Can I... help you with something?"

Aporal looked from one boy to the other. He wasn't used to others sitting down with him.

"Nae, not really. We just saw ye all by yerself and wanted to join ye," Scotty returned with a shrug of his shoulders and his counterpart sighed, before he took a sip of his coffee.

"So you really are serious about this whole friendship-deal, huh?"

Scotty nodded vigorously.

"Aye! Of course! Why wouldn't we?"

A crooked smile formed on Aporal's lips.

"I didn't exactly have any friends after..." He stopped himself and glanced at the ground. He didn't want to talk about it again, even though he probably knew that Leonard knew about it.

"Then I guess it's time for you to make some. And trust me when I say that that crew over there is the best," Leonard said, nodding his head at the table where their friends were sitting.

Scotty couldn't help but smile. Leonard was speaking from his own experiences. He had been welcomed into their little group quite quickly, after all.

"They don't judge you for anything. They accept you for the person you are. And they save your ass whenever it needs to be saved."

"They really are the best," Scotty agreed with his husband and Aporal seemed to think about their words for a moment.

"And what if they don't have good intentions? What if they'll stab you in the back once you aren't careful enough?"

Scotty sighed. How often had Aporal been betrayed by others? His trust issues appeared to be very big.

"Listen, I know these lads and lasses for years. And I trust them with all my life. They never let me down. Never!"

All their friends were good people. Aporal just had to get to know them better.

"Just... come and sit with us from time to time and see who they are?" Scotty suggested, hope filling his voice.

"I'll think about it," Aporal replied, before he finished his breakfast and got up.

"I've gotta go now."

Tray in his hand, he started to walk away, however, he stopped after a few steps and turned back to look over his shoulder.

"Uhm... thanks for sitting down me. I... appreciate it."

Without another word, he quickly headed off, leaving behind the Scott-McCoy couple.

"Don't worry, leannan. We'll break through that hard shell of his soon enough," Leonard assured his husband with a smile, squeezing his hand.

Scotty only nodded.

"Aye... I hope so."

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 2 episode 19 (CW: firearms)

mccoy is a fucking nerd. lets look for Organisms

"quite like earth" looks like it too. wonder where they filmed it.

kirk is appalled to see that the aliens have reached the stone age

the fact that this episode is called "a private little war" makes me think that this gonna be about the cold war so heres my prediction: the soviets- i mean the klingons upgraded this alien society to be good at fighting and now the united states- i mean federation has to fight them and make them be nice

yeah kirk dont shoot the natives that have literally done nothing to you

/he throws a rock instead/

why do these guys have guns. who gave them guns. who am i kidding it was the klingons

obvious stage fall is hilarious

spock gets shot and all kirk can worry about is his space gun

aight bye

"his heart is where his liver should be" should be?? should be??? stfu mccoy

the klingons? noooo waaaayyyyyy

kirk is worried about his space boyfriend

whaaaaat you mean the klingons have interfered with a foreign society as a proxy to harm the federation without technically breaking their peace treaty?

cmon guys havent you learned the show structure by now. his intuition is always right all the time

"he'll live or die, jim" yes that is often the case

this is the kirk has anxiety episode

i want to gnaw on kirks neck like a dog toy. in like a sexy way

kirk? violating orders? wow

kirks got his tits AND his guns out. thank u star trek i love u star trek

kirk baps mccoys boob

space yeti jumpscare

space yeti evidently wants to gnaw on kirks neck as much as i do

its dead now

kirks been poisoned :(

"kirk is right about the people here" woah kirk was right? so weird how kirk was right

rare episode in which mccoy is the mvp

sexy murderess alien

this girl is brainwashing this dude into being horny for her i guess

kirks under a massive furry blanket. i want to be him rn. not poisoned and dying but under a massive furry blanket

hes so cozy

is this girl gonna brainwash kirk

were sexualizing kirk again

/slaps your boob/

this is straighter than straight sex

oh my god this is the horniest healing session ive ever fucking seen

kirks fine now

mccoy strokes kirks boob

"he is mine now" woah shes evil? crazy

through alien magic we can make malewives of you all

motif of domination in this episode. even in the b plot. normal tv show

this episode is extremely horny and extremely about the cold war in ways that are completely unrelated

"killing is stupid and useless" - dr leanord mccoy

metal gear solid ass stealth sequence

wow this is just like minecraft

pesky space ringtone, giving away our location

uh oh. methinks they just broke the treaty

they werent lying this war sure is private and little

spock demands nurse lady to hit him. weve covered 3/4 of the letters in bdsm. all thats left is bondage.

were teaching the aliens to shoot guns so they can fight the klingon-upgraded aliens. this could not be more about the cold war

THIS ISNT EVEN A METAPHOR ANYMORE KIRK IS DIRECTLY COMPARING THIS TO THE COLD WAR

i know that kirk is brainwashed because hes advocating for war

this isnt the first time kirks been brainwashed into being horny and im certain it wont be the last

dont break the bro code kirk

kirk broke the bro code :/

space yeti... 2!!

Helpless Woman Flailing

she took kirks space gun and shes not even using it right

star trek be normal about women please

Were All Fighting Now

literally just this image

lot of brown in this episode. pretty boring visual design

so. are you deciding not to arm the space proxy war, or are you just sad that you have to

thats it??? thats the episode?????

what was this even trying to say. i know its propaganda but what KIND

[thegeminisage]

tng update for "elementary dear data" spoilers it's fucking garbage:

this episode is going to make me enter my television to kill dr pulaski. as noted previously, her interrupting geordi and data in the bar just to dunk on data was FUCKING AWFUL enough already but the premise of this entire episode is that she thinks data is a machine and not alive and she's gonna laugh at him when/if he fails to meet her standards

and instead of picard SHUTTING ANY OF THIS DOWN...

look. i get it. beverly was kind of annoying and Womanly and so they wanted a tough love no-nonsense bones 2.0 whose gender didn't have a bearing on her character. and it doesn't! pulaski has not uttered a single word about female and only one time has a bad guy pointed out that she has boobs. however there are a few SHARP differences between this woman and leonard mccoy

firstly, when bones is racist to spock, he's doing it as part of the little game they play. evidence that it's a game is 1. spock always fires back and often draws blood himself and 2. when spock was faced with real bigotry kirk shut it down immediately. since he doesn't tell bones to cram it, one can assume he has either correctly intuited that they're both consenting to, uh, whatever they've got going on, or he had a talk with one or both of them and got the green light. on the other hand, this lady has given data shit on the bridge in front of EVERYONE and picard gave her only the most minor of corrections. data NEVER insults her back and doesn't even always defend himself.

secondly, bones's respect for spock has always been clear. before they became more at ease with one another it was a more professional respect for a fellow coworker and after it was respect for spock's abilities, but there was always respect. bones never doubts spock's ability to do his job unless spock is having an emotion, and even then, what he will tend to cast doubts on is spock's JUDGMENT IN THE MOMENT, not his overall ability based on who he is. bones would never, for example, suggest spock wasn't loyal (like that one ensign did before kirk tore him a new one, or like multiple people suggested in the menagerie) or that he was incapable ("best first officer in the fleet"). meanwhile, pulaski asked "does it even know how to do that" the first time she told data to use the magnifier.

finally, bones is Like That about everyone and everything. he does nothing but complain like his life depends on it. on the other hand, pulaski seems to be picking on data specifically, though to be fair i am only 3 episodes in

like, this is not fond antagonism. it's not even MUTUAL antagonism. she's just fucking being horrible to him as a cheap way to invoke the old/spock energy and it is simply not it

the tragic thing is that i liked BOTH of her characters in tos and i really like her as an actress, she's got a great delivery. and i would have loved a tough love no-nonsense doctor lady whose gender didn't matter re: her character, especially after beverly. i mean let a woman complain! but so far she's had no real complaints about anyone or anything except data!!!!! i want to like her SO BAD and i just can't because she's SO HORRIBLE.

anyway, the premise of this episode is stupid. absolutely let data engage in his special interests but the idea of a holodeck person canonically becoming sentient and then using the ships' computer to endanger the entire ship is ?????

once again, why do you have a holodeck on your ship. also, why are there CHILDREN with this kind of danger...

it also sucks that data IS making all these original cool deductions and That Bitch is not even here to see it. the absolute outrage i am experiencing...

ALSO LMAO. WHEN THEY CUT TO HER TALKING TO MORIARTY. the way she is like. sooo perfectly civil to and impressed by THIS computer simulation but my god get her in a room with data and she immediately starts shitting on him. I'LL KILL HER!!!

and then it's SO STUPID that data doesnt even get to "defeat" moriarty which was the whole point of DOING a godforsaken holodeck ep. picard has to go in to have HIS moment in DATA'S episode???

in fact the final scene is with...picard and geordi so he call tell geordi not to worry about the screwup? instead of data and pulaski talking? instead of data and ANYONE talking?? the whole point was "can data solve a mystery" AND THEN HE DID BUT NO ONE SAW IT. we never got to see pulaski go oops i was wrong! or no that doesn't count i'm still right! i will MURDER. whoever wrote this episode

anyway i fucking hated it. four more to go before we watch 2.08 together............

[the-unspeakable-tsar]

X-Manson Chapter 3 by Doctor Benway - Annotated by Tsar

We now get into the portion of the story that discusses the raid and its immediate fallout. Tw for depictions of assault, gore, and child abuse.

[Shot of Douglas and Marie-Ange Ramsey]

DR: The raid. Oh, boy.

Int: Why did you not bring in the authorities?

DR: I think there was too much going on. I was freaking out over Ariel ending up there, then Elizabeth Braddock disappeared and there was that big manhunt and there were reporters all over the place, and then Professor Lehnsherr showed up and he was in a worse state than I was.

[Shot of Gabrielle Lehnsherr]

GL: He can't talk about it, can't even think about it. I only know parts, from what he cries out in the night and from the reports on the investigation.

Int: He went to Emma Frost for help?

GL: It seemed the logical place to start, since she knew about the School and was a psi. Also, at the time Erich was not welcome in the US at all. Besides the Cape Citadel incident, his interference in the deployment of nuclear weapons in Europe and his resolution of the Korean conflict had made him a great many enemies in Washington, especially in the State and Defence Departments. It was part of why we lived in Vienna. When we tried to live in Germany, the Americans had them revoke his visa. The French and the British were no help, since Erich kept messing with their missile programs also.

Int: So he entered the US illegally?

GL: Yes. He flew to Montreal on a commercial flight, then flew to the Academy on his own power. His original plan was to convince Emma Frost to engage the authorities in an assault on Xavier's school.

Int: But that's not what happened.

GL: No.

[Shot of Emma Frost]

EF: Ultimately, the responsibility for the raid on Xavier's school is mine alone. If I could go back and change anything in my life, it would have been my decision to attack without support.

Int: Just you and Erich Lehnsherr?

EF: Yes. I found that my resistance was not what I had hoped that it was. With Erich's panic and Doug's fear and my own guilt for not going myself to pick up Ms Braddock from the airport, I allowed myself to act precipitously. Xavier was going to New York to debate a fundamentalist preacher over mutant rights issues. Doug hacked into the computers at the Stryker Crusade and found that Xavier was to be accompanied by Summers, Grey and Logan. Worthington was supposed to be at some big pro-mutant fundraiser in Los Angeles, and McCoy was still in Princeton. From what Douglas and Angelica and Vance had said, that left the Russian and the Irishman in charge of the School. We thought that we had a chance. It was hubris, pure hubris.

*Takes place somewhere around God Loves Man Kills. Scott being there raises questions; maybe the raid takes place roughly after his liaison with Maddie.

[Shot of Doug and Marie-Ange Ramsey]

DR: I had a feeling that they were going to try something on their own. Vance and I talked about calling the FBI and then he told me about what happened with the cops again, so we decided that we'd have to call a whole lot of different places at once so that there'd be too many for Xavier to get his claws into. Vance was into calling the Avengers. Angie ran in and said she saw Emma and Erich heading for the chopper. Vance and Angie took off after them, but she sent them back.

Int: Manipulating them?

*at this point, the Interviewer has made a lot of suggestions that psychics are always manipulating people. perhaps rightly so.

DR: No, no. Just sending very forcefully. She told us not to follow. We had a big argument. I said we should follow, Vance and Angie wanted to do what Emma said.

Int: But you ended up there.

DR: I said goodnight to them then took a taxi and the train to Boston followed by a train to Rye. Then I took a taxi to Salem Centre. I got there at 10:30.

Int: Why did you disobey Frost?

DR: I just had this terrible feeling that something was going to go wrong. Kind of like what Marie-Ange gets when she deals the cards, but not so focused. I had this feeling that we'd overlooked something.

Int: Did you have a plan?

DR: Kind of. It was so insane in retrospect that I still can't get over the fact that I'm still alive. I had this crazy idea of sneaking around the outside and checking to make sure everything was OK, that they'd all gotten out. Then I would call for help, if anything looked wrong. I couldn't see anything from the road, so I got into the grounds by going over the wall and into the woods. I didn't even think that they had any security equipment in place. I found what was left of the helicopter under a tarp by the lake, but neither of them were in it. I was going to go and phone Vance and all the agencies when I saw the car drive up.

Int: Their car?

DR: The Rolls-Royce. I saw Xavier get out and go into the house with Logan and Summers and Grey.

Int: They had no idea that you were there?

DR: I'm resistant enough that he couldn't pick me up unless he knew where I was. If there hadn't been a storm blowing in, or if it had been blowing in from behind me, Logan would have picked me out. If I'd known how lucky I was, I would have just taken off and made the calls.

*ororo reference?

Int: But you didn't.

DR: No. They weren't racing in, so I knew, just knew, that Ariel and Ms Frost were still in there. I watched Xavier go into a side entrance to the house, kind of into a basement. I waited five minutes, then went to the door. It was open and it was dark inside, so I went in.

Int: What did you find?

DR: Guns. Lots of guns and grenades and something that looked like a missile. There was another door, kind of half open. I went over to it, and looked in. It opened onto a kind of balcony over this indoor pool. It was all tiles, and it really stank. There were people down around the pool chanting, and one of them was walking back and forth over the surface of the water. The water was, it was, it was-

*The x-men do have an armory.

MAR: Blood.

DR: It was like he was walking on a pool of blood, but it couldn't have been blood. Not that much..

*they had to store it somewhere, douglas.

Int: Did you see Emma Frost and Erich Lehnsherr there?

DR: I saw them, I saw Xavier, but not much else. From what I did see, Emma was being held by some kind of force and Professor Lehnsherr was floating in the air, moaning. I didn't know it at the time, but it was Cable walking on the water, holding them there.

*in an earlier post, i referened Xuan and Dani as being the second or third Psi Mentioned by Brian Braddock. I forgot about Cable. He could take either place, but it's likely Xuan's place.

Int: So what did you do?

DR: I thought of running, but I just knew that they'd be killed before help would come. Then it struck me. They might have all that power, but I was in a room full of grenades. I thought that if I could distract them like they did in all those World War 2 movies, then they might be able to escape. I found some grenades that said they were concussion grenades and some that were smoke. I laid out three of each and then I pulled all the pins really quick, then threw them through the door all at once.

Int: What happened?

DR: They always counted to ten in the movies, but these things had twenty second fuses. I counted onetwothreefour as I pulled the pins fivesix as I picked them up, seven as I stepped up to the doorway, eight as I threw them, nine as I turned and ran, then ten and nothing. I mean, I had it all thought out, and it didn't work, so I stopped dead, turned around, went back, and looked. They were all staring at me.

Int: Oh shit.

DR: Oh yeah. Emma sent to me: RUN. I ran, and I kept thinking of the car and I just got outside when all the grenades starting going off. I heard the roar and the glass breaking and I thought, I killed them all. I got to the car and the keys were still in it. I started it just like I'd seen my Dad do, and Emma sent to me and told me to drive it around the side. If it hadn't been an automatic, we'd have been fucked. So I drove this car, which was about the size of a bus, down across the lawn just as she's dragging Professor Lehnsherr out the door. There's people all over the place, crawling out the windows, throwing up everywhere from the gas, but they don't see us. She wrenches open the door and throws Erich in and sends DRIVE so hard I had a nosebleed. So I drove.

Int: Did any of them try to stop you?

SR: Logan was the only one in any shape to stop us. He tried to charge the car.

*fuck.

Int: So you drove away from him?

DR: Ran right over him.

MAR: That's enough. Stop the tape.

*Point to Tarot for stopping it before Doug has a war flashback

[Shot of Gabrielle Lehnsherr]

GL: Erich regressed. What he saw took him back to the War. He had a very bad War, as well you know. He didn't utter a single word for five years after that. It took a decade for him to make a full recovery. He did all he could, but he couldn't save my son.

*Xavier or Cable hit him with all his repressed trauma, i think.

[Shot of Douglas & Marie-Ange Ramsey]

DR: Sorry about that. I'm OK.

MAR: If you're certain.

*tension in the marriage?

DR: I am.

Int: How did you get back to the Academy?

DR: I had to get out of the grounds first, and I was panicking. I mean, I could barely reach the pedals and see over the dash at the same time. I remember driving across the patio twice and almost hitting people both times, then I somehow found the gate and drove out of it. I pulled over about half a mile down the road and looked in the back. The Professor was unconscious, and Emma was just sort of collapsed on top of him. I looked at her and said I can't drive or something like that and she just stared back at me, like she was some other person.

Int: She was possessed?

DR: Not in the classical sense. You know those old comics where someone sees a ghost and their hair turns white overnight? It was exactly like that, except that her hair was already white, it was just like her face matched or something. I could see people in the road, so I took off. I drove for like three hours until I found this phone booth by the side of the road. I called the school emergency number and got Mr. Fitzroy, and said that he had to come out and get us.

Int: How did he find you?

DR: I gave him the number, and I think he had some connection in the phone company. He was out with half a dozen masters in a van within 15 minutes. It turned out I was only ten miles from the Academy.

Int: Did you go to the authorities?

DR: When I got back, they sedated me. They didn't know that would break down my natural resistance to telepathy. I was almost asleep when they came to see me.

Int: Who?

DR: Xavier and Cable and Ariel. They were standing at the foot of my bed. They weren't physically there, of course, but they were there for me. To give me a message.

Int: Did you know it was her?

DR: Not until they told me. She was very pretty. She had long brown hair and these big brown eyes. She looked so scared.

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She sits up, upending the half-fill tub of chip dip onto the shag carpet. The chips follow, but she doesn't notice. She goes down on her knees before the set and touches the image of his face on the warm unyielding glass.

[spideyfan42]

Why X-Men Apocalypse and I Are Just Acquaintances - Or More Accurately, Why Beast in the Movies Was Just Ok

(I'm sorry Nicholas Hoult, you're an incredible actor)

Now despite my URL being very pro-Spider-Man (That's a lot of hyphens), I got to say I love the X-Men. This is most likely due to them not only paving the way for superhero movies and also back in the olden days of 92' and 97 respectively, animation. I also found a kinship with these groovy dudes who were persecuted for being different. While no robots have tried to kill me for being autistic, i do get feeling like an outsider.

As a big comic fan since 2012, I've been picking up the odd X-Men here and there, but religiously watching the movies, so much so that old St Nick, The Kristopher of Kringle himself got me the Rouge Cut version of DoFP, my first real "directors cut" (?) of a film. Given how that reset the timeline I was so excited to see what would happen next. However, one little weird issue I had was Beast. Now for those in the know Henry "Hank" McCoy was a founding member of the merry mutant band, one of the OG 5 students, and in the films, he is also one of the original team members as well. Also mirroring his comic counterpart, he decides to perform some Oingo Boingo style Weird Science on himself, turning him from a guy whose power was :

"Man I have big hand and feet!"

To a man whose power was:

"Damn now I'm a blue fuzzy dude."

It's a change that whilst initially beginning as more lycanthropic in nature, eventually settled as permanent, supplanted by not one, but two future mutations to enhance his already furry physique.

Now why am I dropping 60ish years of Beast lore on you when I'm supposed to be describing my quote-on-quote "dislike" of X-Men Vs Poe Dameron/Moon Knight? It all stems from one thing.

Beast isn't blue. Or even grey.

Hell, he's barely fuzzy. One of the main joys of the X-Men is that in a school such as Xavier's School for Gifted Children is that everyone is welcome. Guy made of rocks? Come on in. Literal fairy lady? There are at least two. Guy whose mutant power is LIKE JUST HAVING MORE EYES? WHY HE'S STUDENT PRESIDENT, PROBABLY. These mutants, regardless of their mutation are welcomed and treated fairly by the staff, with some of the staff even in the same boat as them.

Now there are two reasons for said "De-Beast-ening"

Mr Hoult didn't want to be caked in prosthetic make-up, just to look like a superhero Cat in the Hat. Whilst I can empathise, you signed onto play Beast. The one guy who is just blue. ALL THE TIME.

In DoFP, Beast makes a mutant suppressive drug. For Charles, it turns off his telepathy and I guess also miraculously heals a spinal injury (Even though I suppose a drug that amplified his telekinesis at the cost of his telepathy would make more sense but I guess magic serums can do anything), but for Dr Bones here it means he turns blue when he's a wee bit agitated. That's just the Hulk. Smart guy turns into a monster when stressed? Hulk. Plus it's a stand-in for drug abuse in DoFP after the students get drafted and Charles can hear their pain through his use of Cerebro, so his continued use well into the 90s seems...questionable.

The main issue that Beast as a character is one who consistently is a mentor to students with outward mutations they can't control. It's a story of embracing consequence and change that the films stepped on to just have more actor screen time. And whilst I know films and comics are different mediums that can tackle different stories, the lackluster use of a role model for positive body images does show that the Fox Films missed that its the human part of superhuman we all prefer. Even just one scene where Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner could say Beast inspires him, being so open with is mutation.

Here's hoping the House of (M)ouse doesn't make the same mistakes!

[thesconesyard]

Hiy~ =)

So, I'd like to send you a ⭐free pass to rant⭐. Also... I'm going to admit that I haven't read anything of only yours. Although your stories were recommended to me (I think we can guess by whom?), it fell onto the list of things I truly meant to do but never found time for.

But I remember hearing some wonderful things about your "Prompt-ly Yours" series, so I'd like to ask you about that one~ 🌈🌠

Not me looking around like mad, all “omg! Someone’s asking! Act normal! Act NORMAL!”

Ok, ok, ok.

I’ll do the Prompt-ly Yours, then a free for all. (Oh no, I can already feel myself getting ready for a ramble…)

So Prompt-ly Yours was my return to writing and my return to fan fiction. And mostly importantly, the first story in forever (possibly ever!) that actually had an ending. I’d been dancing around with the idea of McCoy and Scotty in a story, but never quite hit on what until I saw a list of sentences prompts and really the first five or six on the list felt like they told a story on their own. Then it became a challenge to myself to write something coherent and use all 100(!) sentence prompts on the list.

And I managed it! And it made sense! And, most of all, coming back to writing made me happy!!

Ok, so little things about it. Dr. Barrolds is named for a joke between hubs and I, in hopes he would read it that far and get a laugh (he didn’t.) One of my favorite moments in the story is probably when they tell each other they love each other the first time. Another fave is the last scene when Scotty ruins the moment interrupting McCoy, but was about to do the same thing. And, poor Chekov, but when he and Sulu get an earful and have to share breakfast with Scones the next morning. Chekov’s extreme reluctance to look at them, McCoy and Sulu’s joint embarrassment and Scotty’s total nonchalance kill me every time.

And free pass!

Boaty McBoatstory was a placeholder name that stuck. It also contains another joke for hubs that he’s never read.

A Home with a Hearth was originally going to be a stand alone, and then as I began thinking and plotting out Wherever You Are, I Am, I realized it fit as part of the Prompt-verse and I’m honestly looking forward to when I get to where it fits in.

I was super nervous when I wrote Forgiveness, and it wasn’t honestly going to be a smut when I started it! But then one thing led to another and well 🤷🏻‍♀️ Would I write another? Maybe. If people were interested but I don’t know if I could do as good a job. I kind of prefer bringing the stories right up to the moment and letting the reader picture what happens.

Cor Lapideum is probably a lot cheesy, but I gave it all my sweetness.

One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Temporal Anomaly is entirely because I wanted aos McCoy to be surprised by tos McCoy saying the line “you’ve haven’t married’em yet?”

A lot of my stories circle around one dumb idea lol.

Prior to writing Scones stories, an old high school friend and I (in hs) wrote a pair of back to back tales where we walked through some kind of portal and ended up in Star Wars (she wrote it. She was Luke and I was Han. Genderbent too.) The second story sent us to Lord of the Rings as Frodo (me) and Aragorn (her.) Mark Hamill made an appearance stealing our gray portal home. The series was supposed to continue into the Thrawn trilogy and the Hobbit, but we got lazy. (And busy! Jobs and school!)

My next big fandom story (don’t laugh!) was Monty Python adjacent about a girl who somehow goes back in time to 1968 and gets a job at the BBC for a mad genius writer. The characters were all original, but based of the different pythons. Russell Andrews and Ruby Fontana, my dearest, beloved OCs.

Ok…. I probably wrote waaaay more than necessary. Whoops. Anyone wants to know more feel free to ask. Maybe someday I might even post some Ruby Fontana if anyone’s interested (It’s cool if not.)

Thank you for the ask @l0vel3ss-l1nds3y 💙❤️❤️💙❤️💙