i am you marcus

Remember when McCoy tried to flirt with Carol Marcus and failed miserably, followed by them nearly getting blown up? I think about this a lot. Bones pls.

I am sorry I have had a lot of coffee today

McCoy: You know, when I dreamt about being stuck on a deserted planet with a gorgeous woman, there was no torpedo!
Translation: Dammit Jim this isn’t romantic. You are an awful wingman.

Kirk: Dr. McCoy, may I remind you, you are not there to flirt.
Translation: FFS Bones. This is not the time.

McCoy: So how can these legendary hands help you, Dr. Marcus?
Translation: This is exactly the time. She asked for my hands, Jim. She asked for MY hands.

Kirk: Bones…  
Translation: What—what did I just say?

Carol: To understand how powerful these weapons are, we need to open the warhead. To do that, we need to access the fuel compartment. Unfortunately for us, the warheads on these weapons are live.
Translation: [Is a professional and doesn’t even acknowledge/notice these attempts because there is a photon torpedo.]

McCoy: Sweetheart, I once performed an emergency C-section on a pregnant Gorn. Octuplets. And let me tell you, those little bastards bite. I think I can work some magic on your missile.
Translation: Big reptile alien. Photon torpedo. Eh, basically the same thing. So, where were we? Right, me being Doctor Smooth.

Kirk and Sulu: [Look at each other while Kirk just shakes his head]
Translation: McCoy this is why you are single.

getupoffathathang  asked:

FlintWood Stop being so lame For the drabbles u ship them right?

“Stop being so lame,” Marcus complained, reaching for the glass that Oliver had just swiped from him.

“I’m being ‘lame’ because you told me to stop you after six drinks, Marcus,” his boyfriend replied, holding the firewhisky that Marcus very much wanted just out of reach.

“Sober me is stupid,” Marcus said, lunging a bit towards the tumbler in Oliver hand, failing, and collapsing onto Oliver’s lap instead. “You shouldn’t listen to him,” Marcus muttered, rubbing his cheek against Oliver’s jeans.

“Sober you says the same thing about drunk you.”

“So I’m always stupid. Big deal.” Marcus grinned up at Oliver. “You still like me anyway.”

Oliver rolled his eyes.

“Merlin knows why,” he said, but the exasperation in his voice was undercut by the affectionate smile on his lips as he took a sip of Marcus’ drink.

“No fair,” Marcus pouted, looking up at the drink with longing, but his arms were too heavy to try to grab at it again.

“Since when do you know a goddamn thing about being fair, Flint?” Oliver laughed.

“You’re just mad I’m better at Quidditch than you.”

“I might be if that was even remotely true.”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t.”

“I know.” Marcus closed his eyes, a smile on his face and Oliver’s hand stroking his hair.

Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write the next five (or so)

Okay I’m sorry, but how did “There is nothing going on between me and Marcus. I asked you to the dance because I wanted to come with you. I know you want to push people away, but I like you. I like you and there is nothing you can do to change that” followed by

into Pin saying “She made it pretty clear she’s not interested.” and Zoe making out with Marcus? 

Like I know that there was this whole “Last night was pretty crazy, I guess we weren’t ourselves.” conversation, but come on? That was just cute confusion. I’ve now watched this show twice, once alone and once with a friend, and she also remarked on how it felt like there’s a whole episode missing? 

Like when did Zoe develop feelings for Marcus? How are we supposed to even like him, when he behaved like a dick to her the second he heard she was going with Pin and we don’t even know what his personality is like? Why did her and Pin have eight episodes of build up just to be shoved under the rug like it had never happened in episode 10?


my favorite FMA couples all dressed up with their babies for Halloween! i want to personally thank @clois4ever30, @elizabethsmess, and @d31taf0rc3 for giving me such great ideas for their costumes!! i couldn’t think of any at all orz

*At a spelling bee*
  • Judge: Can the fellow contestants please spell beautiful.
  • Helene: K-I-L-L-I-N-G M-A-R-C-U-S
  • Keenan: R-E-V-E-N-G-E
  • Afya: M-Y-S-E-L-F
  • Elias: L-A-I-A
  • Laia: *Flustered* Afjosnfof!
  • Marcus: What is this nonsense? I am Emperor! You can't tell me what to do! I declare myself winner! *Slams mic to the floor*
  • Judge: For fuck's sake.
don’t let it consume me (unless i am brought closer to you)

Summary: Marcus knows he and happiness do not go hand in hand

Rating: T

Genre: Angst (with a happy ending), Denial of Feelings, minor character death (v brief), it’s a bit lighter than this i promise

Words: 1256

A/N: For @provocative-envy‘s birthday!! Hippy Bathday, I hope it’s been great so far!!




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Happy happy birthday to one of the sweetest and most caring people I’ve had the absolute pleasure of ever speaking to! I hope today treats you with kindness and love, you lovely ocean wave. Yeah, I’m sticking with the ocean thing, feels very you to me :) And right now, I’m feeling like this:

Originally posted by lets-catch-some-waves

Is the best way to show you what you are to me, Marcus. You are such a warm, comforting person. Someone who is so incredibly strong, but can be so gentle too. And the colors here just, well, I don’t know, but I associate them with you a lot. Y’know, I’m reminded of the time we talked about Wonder Woman and I see a lot of her in you. Strength and love and kindness and resilience and a path to understand yourself. There’s a lot to you, Marc, an infinite ocean of wonders to learn about and I’m so lucky I even get to see the surface of the magnificent human that is you. Happy birthday, Marcus! @le-sel-et-le-vide 

The Wrestle, Ch. IV

This is torturous electricity
between both of us
and this is dangerous.

There was no mistaking the coming end of summer in the forest. It played the final notes of its song in the very way the days seemed to understand that they were numbered. The sunlight was golden, the days were languid, syrup-like moments that almost tricked everyone into believing their sweetness would last. The tan on the trees began to fade, the shade they provided grew cooler, the sounds changed, were not the droning haze of midday laziness, but instead a gentle rustling as the world prepared for a bitter freeze.

Lexa sat a bit taller atop her horse despite the phenomenal aching in her ribs and pain behind her swollen eye. Still, despite it all, she gazed at the familiar territory and contemplated too many thoughts at once in her pounding head. The thud of the horses’ hooves on the well-trodden ground echoed between the branches, but the heat of the day seemed to soften the noises, not allowing them room to escape. She never realized how tall the trees were, how lush the green, how violent the brown, how alive each colour was, a character of their own right in the landscape before, so much different than the flat open plains of the south. The summer sunlight filtered through the clouds and the colours were different than they would be on any other day. This moment was unique and impossible, and Lexa finally enjoyed her home.

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