#mccarol

[cocodavie]

Bones/Carol

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

Confession #109

"Watching Star Trek Into Darkness, I shipped Carol Marcus with Bones instead of Kirk. At least when McCoy commented on Carol's attractiveness, he was more respectful about it than Kirk was."

[leyenarsinterests]

How I'd fix Star Trek Into Darkness

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, you'd be surprised to see this coming from who is arguably the biggest CumberKhan apologist on the face of the Earth. I even call him my schmoopsie-poo and I made a whole backstory explaining why he looks Like That™, it’s pretty damn tearjerking.

But do you know what I also love as much as Benedict's Khan? Klingons. Yeah, I love Klingons so much.

I found this on the TVTropes YMMV page for the movie, and if the big hats had actually gone through with this back in 2013, I wouldn't have minded because I'm crazy for Klingons. Plus, it would spare me three years of sadness and heartbreak. (if you've been following the #vengekhan tag on this blog, then you'd know why)

So, here's how I'd fix the movie:

Basically, Admiral Marcus and co. are a bit smarter than how they're presented in the actual movie, and they actually decide to put the transwarp technology made by Scotty to good use and just beam a bunch of bombs to the enemy's home planet and sit back and relax as they are wiped out. And as a result, the Klingons get mad-mad and dispatch Koloth(portrayed by Benedict) and his beloved IKS Qugh(which is tlhIngan Hol for "disaster"), the finest battleship the Empire has to offer, to investigate! (diabolical laughter)

Koloth and the Qugh get into conflict w/ Kirk and co. and the Enterprise, and after a buncha epic space battles, the Qugh is soundly beaten by the Entewpwise in classic David VS Goliath fashion. But hey, Koloth ain't mad at all! He's impressed by Kirk and co.'s tenacity, and they decide to go all enemy mine to find out who beamed those bombs to Qo'noS and eventually find out Marcus is responsible and Scotty finds out his technology took a huge part in all this.

After learning Scotty's "transwarp transporter" technology ultimately led to Section 31 launching that attack on Qo'noS, Koloth gets mad (for real this time) and tries to execute Scotty with a mean-looking bat'leth, only for Uhura to stop him and they have a nice long talk (in tlhIngan Hol, of course) and I have no idea what happens next because I'm a shit writer. Just know that this "fixed" movie will be just as Spirky as what the big hats gave us, with a side of McCarol and Uhotty and at least one "please, captain, not in front of the Klingons" moment.

@spirkme915 @renthebarbarian

[bernomath]

Hoje eu quero o de sempre Me entrega o teu corpo, e eu explodo a tua mente Prepara tua mala, uma viagem, vou sentada Na marcha, sem freio, até de madrugada Tô cheia de vontade de meter velocidade #Descontrolada #PablloVittar #McCarol . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #lovely #follow #gay #lgbt #pride #sun #cool #model #NSFWTWT #hot #bear #gaybeard #beard #chuvadeseguidores #biscoito #Bicoiteiro (em Diadema Taboão) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjAy3T2uGAT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[slavesofpop]

Pabllo Vittar & Mc Carol Lançam Single Colaborativo "Descontrolada". Faixa Excitante De Funk Com House & Eletrônico. 》A Faixa Faz Parte Da Nova Era Da Drag. 》Ouça Em Todas As Plataformas Digitais. #slavesofpop #pabllovittar #mccarol #popfunk https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci2khxqOxGR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rosewatergrapefruit]

[watchfuldeer]

nobody did it like them

[cinemedios]

'Definitely Maybe': 30 años del debut de Oasis

A principios de los noventa, un pequeño grupo llamado Oasis, liderado por los hermanos Liam y Noel Gallagher tendrían la oportunidad de grabar su primer álbum sin saber que los catapultaría a la fama, pero nadie dijo que sería fácil.

A principios de los noventa, un pequeño grupo llamado Oasis, liderado por los hermanos Liam y Noel Gallagher tendrían la oportunidad de grabar su primer álbum sin saber que los catapultaría a la fama, pero nadie dijo que sería fácil. Reseña Musical | ‘Definitely Maybe’ En 1991 un joven Noel Gallagher regresaba a Manchester luego de su gira como técnico con la banda Inspiral Carpets para ver la…

[mifhortunach]

so tired / jay mccaroll

[bourbonificould]

okay, i LOVED your headcanons and you told me to ask if i wanted more so here i am. any and all of your favourite headcanons 3.2.1 go!

Sure! Let's go for it

Carley hated her job, and wished everyday that her news editor would retire or just leave. But when she died, Carley couldn't help but feel strong guilt over it despite not having much to do with it.

Carver definitely had a girlfriend/wife before the apocalypse, but never had a child. His fixation on Rebecca is due to him really wanting a child, and he would do it no matter what.

Doug loves cookies, and kept a pack on him quite often when he'd go on his IT Guy services.

The Ericson Kids had a car in the past, but Brody and Marlon didn't let anyone use it, eventually losing it when one of the dead kids stole it and crashed it.

Alvin killed George due to accidentally believing that he was one of the Howe's guards and panicking with his pistol. It's one of the reasons why he doesn't give Clem the gun when she asks for it, not wanting her to make a mistake like him.

Lee definitely wanted a daughter first with his wife. He seems glad to treat Clem, and it felt like he wanted to learn and grow up with her around. He was friends with the State Senator, which is how the affair ended up happening.

Clementine and Christa went days without talking to each other after Omid's death, and did the same after her baby died. Clem was fine with the silence for a little while, but at some point she began having constant nightmares and would force conversations with Christa to stop thinking about them.

Ruby and Ms. Martin would spend nights together with the elder teaching Ruby how to stitch wounds, even giving Ruby a cut on her arm to see if she could stitch herself up.

AJ's first walker kill came when Clem was sleeping in, and their little spot got infiltrated by one lone walker. He also has a scar on his left ankle from getting cut one time at the McCaroll Ranch.

Carlos isn't actually a doctor, he just has good knowledge on medicines and that area, but was never qualified or anything.

Uncle Pete actually wanted to keep Clem around and was glad to teach her some things, considering how Nick turned out.

David Garcia divorced/broke up with Gabe & Mariana's mother due to his military services. She didn't like how much he stayed away from the family, and eventually left.

Tripp is a gym bro, he has great genes and got really big, but never actually learnt to fight or anything.

[hamburglarfreak]

blurggggg… watched ntbts today as you can probably tell from my reblogs. so damn good. i need a jay mccarol subliminal so i can look like him. made some tacos. applied to more jobs. at this point my job is applying for jobs. i should be getting paid for this.

[m-y--p-a-s-s-i-o-n-s]

Harry Potter/Star Trek Crossover Fic

Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know about a new fic that I’ve just completed and have started to post on AO3 and FFnet. You can expect regular updates!

As you might’ve seen it’s a Harry Potter and Star Trek Crossover Fic.

Read it on AO3 or FFnet :)

Name: What No Man Has Done Before

Chapters: 21 - Words: Approx 48k

Rated: Explicit

Pairings: Snarry, Spirk, Uhotty, McCarol, Sulu/Chekov

Summary: Jim Kirk is in his seventh and final year of Hogwarts. Despite what his friends say, Jim is convinced that Professor Potter and Professor Snape have chemistry, yet they seem to be oblivious to each other's feelings. Jim decides to make it his mission to get these two together, if it's the last thing he does at Hogwarts.

Hope you enjoy it, much love xox

[leyenarsinterests]

@hostbusters

[kinkykinard]

Hi baaaabe. Could I plz have a drabble for unconscious or faint or collapse? With either MFMM (either Jack/Phryne or reader insert) or Star Trek (either McCarol or Leonard/Reader) please? :D :D Thanks beb!!

Well, this is longer than a typical ficlet, so it gets a header and goes behind a cut lol.

Fandom: Star Trek AOS.

Pairing: McCarol.

Word Count: 1050.

Rating: Teen+.

Warning(s): asphyxiation.

Leonard eyed the control console warily, searching for the button Carol had instructed him to press.  She was standing in the airlock on the other side of the interior doors, half-concealed by an open maintenance hatch door as she worked on a conduit.  He glanced up at her briefly, his finger hovering over the button she’d indicated.

“You’re sure it’s this one?”  

He could practically feel her rolling her eyes as she commed him back.

“Yes, Leonard.  Come on, now; we haven’t got all day.”

He grunted at her dismissive tone but complied at last, pushing the button to restore power to the circuits she was rewiring.  

An alarm sounded as twin red, flashing lights over the airlock doors blinked to life, signaling that the air inside was about to be evacuated.  Leonard leapt back from the console, cursing as the wrench in Carol’s hand clattered to the floor in the other room.  His eyes met hers as she ducked out of the maintenance hatch and he felt his heart drop at the look of panic on her face.

Leonard rushed forward, splaying his hands on the glass that separated them as he watched Carol stumble forward, her breath quickly growing ragged as the air was evacuated from the chamber she was in.  She clutched at her throat, the muscles in her neck straining as as tried in vain to draw a breath.

Struck dumb for how to proceed, Leonard reached for the comm on his belt.

“Scotty, I need you in the cargo bay, now!”

The terror in his voice must have come across crystal clear on the other end as Scotty didn’t question his request, he simply replied in the affirmative.

The minute that followed was the longest one Leonard had ever lived through as he watched Carol struggle against the growing hypoxia.  She sank to her knees, her face fading from an agitated flush to a ghastly pallor, her lips beginning to turn a dusky blue.  Her eyelids fluttered as the seconds ticked by, and Leonard cursed out loud as she eventually crumpled to the floor, lifeless.

He banged on the glass, completely missing the sound of footsteps behind him as Scotty rushed into the room.  Taking in the scene before him, the chief engineer immediately realized what the trouble was.  He bounded over to the console, skidding to a stop and hitting the repressurization key.  When that failed to right the issue, he keyed in an override code that finally disabled the airlock.

Leonard continued his frantic pounding on the door as the room aerated with a hiss from the air pumps.  He all but launched himself forward as the airlock opened what felt like eons later, dropping to his knees at Carol’s side.  He leaned over her, pressing his fingertips to her carotid pulse point as he shook her shoulder with his free hand.

“Carol, wake up,” he said firmly, desperately.  “Come on, breathe.”

Her pulse was fast and thready beneath his touch and he cursed as her chest remained motionless.  He pressed his knuckles to her sternum, rubbing firmly in an attempt to trigger her respiratory reflex, but to no avail.  Shaking his head to dispel the panic a little, he tilted her head back to open her airway and bent low, giving her two steady breaths.

He leaned back, his eyes immediately going to her chest, watching, his own breath coming short as the seconds ticked by.  Even the sound of the medical team Scotty had summoned arriving wasn’t enough to take his attention away from his vigil.  As the team swooped in to help, he leaned in again, ready to breathe for her once more, but before he could make contact he felt her twitch beneath him, heard her inhale sharply as her lungs finally recalled their purpose.

Sitting back on his heels, Leonard cupped her face in his hands, letting out a shaky exhale as her breathing began to settle.  It was a little too quick and a little too shallow, but it was purposeful and an absolute relief.  He pulled back a bit, just enough for the team to put an oxygen mask over Carol’s face, and took to holding her hand instead as they moved her onto a stretcher.

“Open your eyes, darlin’,” he encouraged as they started toward med bay.

He only glanced away from her face long enough to check her vitals with a quick pass of a tricorder, then returned to his watch.  His heart beat heavily in his chest as guilt for what had happened washed over him.  Had he pressed the wrong button?  Had he pressed it too soon?  Too late?  Whatever had happened, he waited with bated breath for any sign that she was coming around, any indicator that she hadn’t been without oxygen for too long because of something he’d done.

It felt like hours went by before she finally began to stir.  As they transferred her onto a proper bio bed in med bay, Carol squeezed Leonard’s hand, tossing her head weakly.  He’d never felt as much relief as he did when she blinked her eyes open a moment later, meeting his gaze.  He waved a hand, dismissing the nurses that had descended on them, putting a temporary hold on an assessment so he could lean in close and stroke her hair, to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“What happened?”  Carol asked groggily.

“I’m so sorry,” Leonard murmured, touching his forehead to hers.  “God, I’m sorry.”

The heartache in Leonard’s voice was so visceral that even in her addled state Carol knew better than to push the question.  Instead, she reached up, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close as he burrowed his face into her hair.  He let a few tears slip into her locks, overwhelmed by everything that had transpired.  He hid his emotions quickly, though, sniffing quietly as he pulled away and clearing his throat as he reached for a holoscanner. 

Leonard’s distress didn’t escape Carol’s notice, but she was tactful enough not to say anything in the middle of the med bay.  Instead, she laid back quietly, submitting herself to his fretting, knowing that at that moment he needed nothing more than to take care of her.  Everything else would come in time.

[rosewatergrapefruit]

Tony mccaroll is bald now. Well I won’t say more but I think we can all name a Mancunian who isn’t

[tartette]

strangerville