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At 34, he has a southern lilt, and looks like a prisoner waiting for the guillotine to fall.

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bones: so this is bullshittery. its asshattery. its complete fuckery at its finest

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Why do I still have followers? Who are all you lovely people.

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Jim: No more mumps! We’re now free to go outside and lick anyone’s eyeballs we want.

Bones: Inaccurate, no-one is ever free to do that.

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Bones has come back from the abyss to remind you all to ‘wash your damn hands, morons’. He cares for you all deeply, and will bitch at you if you get sick.

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kirk: You know, my last brain cell is heart shaped.

bones, tapping kirk’s head: There are BRAIN cells in here?????

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diedsaving‌:

“you & scotty?  you – mr. ‘space is disease & danger – & scotty – mr. ‘i share half a braincell with a roylan’ – are all that’s keeping this ship running?  i think not.”

“And exactly what part of your corn-fed, adrenaline-junkie, ‘self-sacrifice is my middle name’ behind is keeping it running?”

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@dxmmitjim  liked for a starter!

               HIS SHOULDERS CURLED OVER the edge of the bed, the look he brandishes Doctor McCoy is a trying one. the charts beside him are, as he is always aware, atypical to human physiology, too anomalous to be Vulcan as well. Spock has no answer for its reasoning other than he is quite obviously neither. he feels the line of his own mouth begin TO STIFFEN, his eyes cold, like the burning shiver threatening to give him away,  ❝  i am fine, doctor. ❞

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He could have guessed that Spock would be difficult. Hell, he was expecting it. Jim was probably the only one that was worse about it. But if he could handle the captain, he could handle his onarey second in command.

“I’m sure you are, in your opinion. However, you’re not cleared to return to duties until I say so.” He pulled up the chart as he started a scan. He’d known about Spock’s unusual situation. It mattered little to him- it just meant he may have to adjust some treatments.

“So why don’t you just tell me what was serious enough to warrant Jim sending you down here? It’ll make things easier on both of us.”

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           HANDS FIRMLY CLIPPED AT his back, Spock enters the room with more ease of invitation than perhaps, he is allowed. the fact that Doctor McCoy acknowledges him is enough, he tells himself, avoiding eye contact directly in favor of the walls, its adornments. it occurs to him he has not come often to this area of the medbay before. this, being a private place than the rest. it implies a level of discretion, of details Spock is uncertain he is comfortable with. a library of things he would keep to himself for all eternity if he were allowed. ❝   ironically— that you are a doctor, is precisely the reason i have chosen to do so.  ❞  Spock strides to the seat opposite of McCoy at his desk but remains standing, ❝  may I ask a personal query?  ❞ 

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He does his best to ignore the fact that Spock just waltzes into what is essentially his office. It was a bit more confusing with the medbay, but the neat collection of books, antiquities in their own rights, marked the area that the rest of the crew knew was his. With a small huff-Jim’s been hounding him about acting less ‘pissed off’ around the Vulcan-and set the PADD down.

“A personal query? Are you feeling alright, Mr. Spock?” The Vulcan had never made much of an effort to get to know Bones, and they had maintained a...mostly business relationship so far.

Regardless, he leaned back and gestured for Spock to sit in the seat across from him. “I can’t imagine what could have happened for you to seek out me of all people.”

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Kirk: Bones has these insanely strong opinions on everything. Go on. Ask him a thing no one should have an opinion on.

Spock: Doctor, what is the worst possible multiple of four?

Bones: Twelve, obviously. Idiot.

[dxmmitjim]

Sorry for the low activity. I had surgery on Thursday and have only been home for a little bit. So activity might stay low while i recover. Thanks for your patience.

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diedsaving‌:

“yeah, for, like, med bay they are.  i hate to break it to you, but i don’t think that applies here.”

“My rules absolutely apply here. Scotty and I are all that’s keeping this ship running. And your rules don’t apply to me.”

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@dxmmitjim​ PUNCHED IT 💺💫.

“those have never once been the rules.  ever.  you are one hundred percent making shit up.”

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“Jim, how long have we known each other. My rules are the rules. You’re smart enough to know that.”

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———  LIVE  LONG  &  PROSPER .  ❞    /    SPOCK , WRITTEN BY JAY.

[thetribblewithtroubles]

star trek au where everything is the same except, when vulcans mind meld, instead of saying “my mind to your mind” and all that bullshit they say “vibe check”

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

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  “Len, it’s almost midnight. Don’t overwork yourself. I think I speak with the rest of the crew when I say we want our chief medical officer well rested.” A pause. “Get rid of the coffee and finish up.” She sounds motherly and insistent, but gives no reason as to why she’s up late as well. 

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[dxmmitjim]

“Well that just takes the fun out of all of it.” He responds with a raised eyebrow. Was she going to tell him to wash behind his ears as well. “Care to tell me why you’re also up this late, and why I don’t get to send you off to bed as well?” Not that he really minded.

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[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .

This thing here

Leonard wasn’t the touchy-feely sort, even before the divorce. But he had learned in their first week of rooming together that Jim wasn’t the same. Kid was damn near touch-starved, but the doctor had found that he adjusted to that quickly.

It even carried over into their lives aboard the Enterprise. Not that either had much time off, and even less frequently at the same time. This was one such occasion, and they decided to make the most of it by doing absolutely nothing. There was no current mission, no danger at present, and they were just relaxing.

“It’s nice,” he commented, with a sigh. “not having to worry for ten minutes.’