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"Hey Bones.. don't.. don't slap me for this?" Jim grinned a bit sheepishly before he leaned in, a hand softly at the doctor's hip and kissed him lightly.
Bones was about to grumble something along the lines of ‘what the hell did you do now’ but he was cut off by the press of soft lips against his own. To be honest, he couldn’t bring himself to stop it either. It was only after a few moments that he pulled away. “Fuck, Jim, what are you doin’?”
So yeah, the time has come.
Fair warning, I kind of suck at everything I do so it was hard for me to think up what to do.
This is only for people that follow me, and I’ll be checking to see if you do. And none of that follow and then unfollow crap and all.
Reblogs are what counts, and you can reblog as much as you want as long as you don’t spam people’s dashes.
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Will get a fic with over 1,000 words on their choice of otp or fandom or whatever. However, I will not write smut thank you very much.
And you will get two custom made backgrounds, and you need to send me the size of your screen for it to work out well.
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(I’m still learning with this so bear with me.)
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Will get a fic with about 500 words with their choice of otp and circumstances and such and 1 background
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Will get a fic with 300ish words with their choice of otp and circumstance.
I’ll be using a random number generator for who gets what and I guess it’ll end on August 26th. After that, no more reblogs will count.
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Lieutenant Commander Dr. Leonard McCoy. I'm Chief Medical Officer on USS Enterprise. Now sit down,...
Lieutenant Commander Dr. Leonard McCoy. I'm Chief Medical Officer on USS Enterprise. Now sit down,...
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New new blog!
((Okay, so I did remake it. Feel free to follow this one~))
((Okay so I might make a legit blog for my Bones and not a secondary and then I'll reblog threads there, is that cool?))
"I’m half wondering if I should wear the dresses. I want to see if it’s really something to complain about." Bones mused, leaning against her desk as she thought.
Jim scowled down at the alert on his PADD. So he was overdue for a check up. So he’d actually gotten the message two days ago. So what? With a sigh, he ran his hand through his hair and shrugged. Might as well get it over with. He trudged down to Bones’ office, knocking on the frame when he found the door open, “Surprise! I’m actually-" he paused upon seeing the woman leaning against the doctor’s desk, “Oh uh, excuse me sorry, have you seen Dr. McCoy?"
Bones raised her eyebrow, surprised that Jim was even here. Two days late, sure, but that was the best record for him. "Lookin' at him, Jim. Or her I guess." She shrugged before smirking. "I see you are here for your check up. Only two days late, that's a record for you."
"I’m half wondering if I should wear the dresses. I want to see if it’s really something to complain about." Bones mused, leaning against her desk as she thought.
"Defiantly wear the dresses." Kirk grinned, raising a brow at the sight. “What happened to you? Mad experiment go horribly wrong?"
Bones rolled her eyes. "Just what you need, another woman wearing short dresses around here." She joked before shrugging. "No idea really. Transporter problem I think. Hate those damn things. Scotty's still tryin' to fix it."
"I'm half wondering if I should wear the dresses. I want to see if it's really something to complain about." Bones mused, leaning against her desk as she thought.
I love all of my rp partners, but I am easily distracted and tend to forget about threads. Thank god they are all patient and put up with me.
Send me 'Spin' and see what you get:
1st Person gets: A hug
2nd Person gets: A kiss
3rd Person gets: Make out session
4th Person gets: A Date
5th Person gets: To seduce my muse and they’ll willingly comply.
6th Person gets: A heartfelt confession
7th Person gets: A lap dance
8th Person gets: Married to my muse for a week
9th Person gets: Chained to my muse for three days
10th Person gets: My muse at your muse’s beck and call
Shirt Color: Blue
Rank: Lieutenant First Kiss: Scotty Best Friend: Spock Drinking Buddy: Bones Lover: Kirk Cocblocker: Bones Enemy: Bones Kills You: Nero
Shirt Color: Yellow
Rank: Commander First Kiss: Uhura Best Friend: Spock Drinking Buddy: Spock Lover: Scotty Cocblocker: Kirk Enemy: Sulu Kills You: Kirk
Shirt color: Yellow Rank: Captain (oh god, I would be so bad XD) First Kiss: Chekov (yes good) Best Friend: Scotty Drinking Buddy: Chekov Lover: Spock Cockblocker: Spock (Spock pls) Enemy: Sulu (oh fuck I'm dead) Killed by: Khan (KHAN!)
I am so serious when I say that if you love Star Trek, whether it’s the entire series, or even just the last film, you belong in the fandom. If anyone argues with this logic, they have missed the point of Star Trek altogether. Do not let people tell you what you get to love or how you have to show your love for it.
We want you here.
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“I’d rather drink coffee then alcohol. Black, and I’ve been told that I’m insane for that.” Bones chuckled before shaking his head a little. “Hey, don’t you worry about what anyone thinks about you. You’re not a homewrecker.”
The doctor watched his beer, as if it was personally effecting his mood. It might be. “I can tell you what a homewrecker is, and you’re not one.”
Gaila chuckled a little, considering the alternative as she took another sip of her pink drink. Really, when she considered it - she couldn’t possibly have chosen anything more girlish.
“I think I’d stick to alcohol - or coffee with lots of cream or something. After all, it doesn’t have as strong an effect on me as on humans,” she explained. If she wanted to get drunk on human booze, she’d need a lot. That was kind of an advantage, when considered.
“Thank you but saying so - but how can I judge if I do not know what it means?” she asked, leaning towards him a little. “Please explain?”
Bones just shrugged, finishing off his beer. He half thought about getting another one, but he pushed the glass aside and decided enough was enough of that. "Must be lucky then, though I've built up a tolerance in my life time." He wasn't sure if that was a good thing though.
"In the most common term, a homewrecker is someone, usually a woman, who sleeps with married people." It was thrown around a lot where he used to live. God, maybe he should have another beer.
remember that time when chekov was a drug dealer and a psychiatrist in the school toilets
and he was dating darcy from thor
whose dad was fucking iron man
good times
