T-Shirt On The Edge of Forever

Thanks, Bones

♛:: @old-fashioned-boy-mccoy  said,    ❛   of all lives, you had to butt in on mine .   ❜           ―angst starters // accepting

           Captain Kirk has a certain sideways smile for him, the one that he keeps for moments like this, when he knows Bones is frustrated with him, or sometimes Spock. Those times when he’s been a real pain in the ass, but for all his responsibility and his reputation, he just can’t be much else. It’s why he has that reputation in the first place.  He wouldn’t be who he is without that proclivity toward the dangerous.

            Of all lives, indeed.

           ❝ Thanks for putting up with me, ❞    he says, putting his hand on the good doctor’s shoulder, shameless with that smile showing no signs of going anywhere anytime soon.

As much as he wishes he could still be furious, there wasn’t a being in the galaxy that could deter James T Kirk from his mission. Even if it was his current appointment in life to be a nuisance. It was part of the reason he continued to follow his Captain on this fool’s errand out in the far reaches of Federation space. That dogged determination to discover...

No, McCoy couldn’t really fault him for that.

“Well-” he drawled, irritation sliding off his shoulders, “-It’s the least I could do. After all, you’ve got that crotchety ol’ CMO to deal with day-in and day-out. And you’re stuck with him, too.”

SO MUCH can go wrong in space you guys

at least when your entire head hurts you know you’re still alive

LOLOLOLOL poor bones.

A Star Trek idea: A comedy sitcom where instead of a Vulcan on a mostly human ship it is a human on a mostly Vulcan ship

All the Vulcans are fiercely protective of the ‘fragile, illogical, prone-to-danger, smart, reckless little human’.

To make the human feel more accepted (as it is only logical) the Vulcans try to include aspects of terran culture in the ship’s day-to-day life, failing spectacularly at it.

The human loves them even more for it.

They’ll get better at celebrating the human’s birthday next year. It’s the thought that counts.

@jvlianbashir​ THAT’S A GOOD END TO THAT EPISODE THOUGH… the vulcans put together awful, bland decorations. they make a cake because it’s of “significant importance”. they go through the process of putting together this party and Studying this Human Ritual and the entire episode is setting up to what you KNOW will be a horrible result. they do a bad job!! then when the human’s birthday comes, and they reveal the off-the-mark, underwhelming looking birthday bash, the human just. starts crying. because they had no idea their crew would go through all this trouble to celebrate their birthday, and even put up DECORATIONS, or make a CAKE, and there’s a birthday card with extremely polite impersonal messages written and a hundred perfectly tidy signatures. and the vulcans are just standing around like “you appear upset. the Birthday Party was unsatisfactory”.

I would watch the fuck out of that

“Humans require regular physical contact to remain healthy. We have a weekly rotation for The Daily Shoulder Pat. Please inform us if this is insufficient contact, either in frequency, magnitude, or duration.”

Okay, I reblogged this because of how adorable it is, but then I started picturing McCoy as the sole human.

he’s such a bitch

chekov ghdjghdf I stan

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‘Again?’

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Bonus points for also giving a topic.

If someone asked what kind of relationship Spock and McCoy had, most people would say that they hated each other, however, nothing could be further from the truth. Did they argue? Often, but that didn’t mean they disliked each other. They both had troubles understanding the other, though they also acknowledge the strength they brought. There was times for emotions and empathy, just as there was times for logic (and Spock wasn’t fully as emotionless as he seemed).

At the time, the CMO had been away from the ship for some time, but it was finally time for his return. Spock would never admit that he had missed the man and if asked why he stood in the transporter room to meet him, he’d say it was part of his duties as First Officer. Although that wasn’t untrue, he was also there because he wanted to, especially since he knew how much McCoy hated the transporter and he wanted to make sure he was okay.

Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, as usual, he waited for his friend to materialize. “Welcome back, Doctor McCoy. The Captain is currently unavailable, but he would like to see you at 15:00 hours.” Not a hint of emotions or friendliness, not in the way a human would, but had Spock been human, fully human, he would have beamed at the grumpy doctor he had come to care about more than he logically should.

If someone asked Leonard McCoy where he was from, he’d say Georgia, Earth. One could still hear his roots in his voice and get a sense of the ol’ southern hospitality when he was really turnin’ on the charm. But if you asked him where he called home?

The transporter was hardly fun, but this once he was relieved to use it. One might dare to say thrilled. Research Stations weren’t everyone’s cup of tea, and no matter how important the research on telepathogens McCoy was glad to be back. Oh, he got along swimmingly with the researchers. Everyone was polite and professional. Accomplishments were made and credit went where credit was due. But at the end of the day...

“Spock, you old sonuvagun! Kept the ship in one piece I take it?” Nevermind what the answer to that inanity would be. There was the rigid posture, military perfection in speech and uniform, and those blasted wonderful eyebrows. He’d deny it to his grave, but McCoy was grateful for a colleague who could incinerate him with wit at a moment’s notice.

“Oh don’t get so worked up about it.” He couldn’t hide a grin. “I hardly expected Jim to show at this hour. Not like I’m anyone important- not like the ship’s CMO or anything.”

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