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[sleepymccoy]

Post Katra period where Spock and McCoy are simultaneously divorced (they got married during the mission and divorced over the Kohlinar shit), married (got married again after tmp), and widowed (at least, McCoy is. Spock is legally kinda dead) and McCoy's decided to lean into the widowed thing. Keeps introducing himself at events as Spock's widow and Spock's there like 😮‍💨 I did the paperwork, my death was expunged, we are married, you are very annoying

[sleepymccoy]

I've been reminded of some of the crazier moments in tos. So.

They were engaged before Spock's pon Farr and McCoy broke up with him without talking about it so they took like six months to get back together. They were married by the time empathy rolls around, so I think Spock was widowed then. And when McCoy married the lady in the world is hollow that was straight up bigamy and to this day Spock teases him for it (even tho it was devastating when it happened)

So in my opinion it's;

Dating, engaged, separated, engaged, married, widowed, married, bigamy, dating, married, divorced, dating, engaged, married, widowed, married

[youandthemountains]

every occasion of McCoy defending Spock drives me cuckoo insane

[trek-tracks]

We're all going through it

[cowboyspones]

[thefuzzyaya]

Lieutenant with the Tribbles.

(I will make series of Star Trek art based on different famous works, this one is based on Lady with an Ermine).

[samueltanders]

Was there ever anything between you and Trip? If you’re referring to a romantic relationship, no.

[trek-tracks]

Imagine this. You're Spock. You've tried not to get yourself emotionally involved with your crewmates. It's not going very well. Your doctor goes and contracts a terminal illness and doesn't tell you (but luckily your captain can't go three seconds without breaking Space HIPAA or whatever exists in the future) and then tries to run away and die on an asteroid. You take out the Instrument of Obedience, privately thinking that it would be nice to have some control over this maniac you somehow care about's actions. You spend Surak knows how much time downloading and translating an entire civilization's medical library to cure him. No problem. It was just an incurable disease. You didn't need to sleep this month.

Two episodes later, another alien civilization tries to check said doctor out like he's a library book and then writes "withdrawn" on his forehead and pretends they don't have to give him back. He tells you to leave to save yourself; he'll stay. Did you mention you decoded an entire medical archive like two weeks ago for---fine. You go through unspeakable emotional violations to put him back into circulation on the Enterprise. It's cool. You didn't need your dignity anyway.

Two episodes after that, your illogical, self-sacrificial doctor mutinies and sedates you--the ranking officer in charge--undoing the fact that, again, how many hours did you spend? Curing an incurable illness because you couldn't let him die? Singing like an idiot in front of a bunch of snickering Platonians with laurel leaves on your head and no pants to speak of?--so he can get himself tortured to death on your behalf. You convince an empath to save him. He pushes her away because he "can't destroy life." Your captain is crying. The shiny force field shows everyone that you're having very non-shiny emotions. Do Vulcans even believe in hell

You think you've finally reached some sort of sacrificial detente. It's been a while. Neither of you have died on the other's behalf. You've both had to save your captain a few times, but that's normal. All in a day's work. Then said captain wants all three of you to check out a mysteriously abandoned library of time periods. You should have figured you would wind up in some sort of frozen wasteland with your doctor and no perceivable way to return what you'd borrowed. Well. At least there's the two of you so that you can keep an eye on--

He falls down in the snow. His hands are blue. "Go on without me," he says, dramatically. "Alone, you have a chance."

yeah I'd strangle that fucker against a cave wall too

[trek-tracks]

When you finally beat him at his own game, on the way into the reactor core, both that knowledge and the nerve pinch are oddly satisfying, despite the discomfort and the sorrow that things are at an end.

You've placed your soul in his mind for safekeeping, and, perhaps, to give him a taste of the exasperation he's given you all these years with his penchant for self-sacrifice.

"It's his revenge for all those arguments he lost!" he blusters to your captain--admiral. Not quite. You've lost no argument--you never lost him, despite his best attempts--and now he can't take his life so lightly, for fear of losing you. If he makes a more reasonable choice of libation in the process, so much the better.

You're not sure you agree with this dangerous mission to recover your body, which looks strange even to yourself, but you do note with some satisfaction that the doctor uncharacteristically hangs back on occasion, rather than immediately offering his life. Sometimes, you are even able to control his actions, like the Instrument of Obedience from so many years ago, but without physical pain, which never seemed to stop him anyway. Perhaps you will finally get the last word.

As you watch from within, you are surprised to witness your father request a rite so ancient it is more of a legend than a tradition. "My logic is uncertain where my son is concerned," he says. You recall your doctor once saying, "At least I lived long enough to hear that," when you admitted to trusting a desperate chance over logic on the Galileo. You suddenly find yourself agreeing with that sentiment. But the fal-tor-pan is only a story, after all.

But then, in horror, tucked safely as you are behind his blue eyes, you hear the priestess speak. There was no way this could be attempted. Yet, she asks.

"But McCoy...you must now be warned! The danger to thyself is as grave as the danger to Spock. You must make the choice."

No. No. No. This time, the fault is yours.

"I choose the danger," he says. Because of course he does.

Fuck.

[zirconpetals]

The second I saw that textpost I knew what I had to do

[pengu-kiwis]

What do you mean that’s not how this scene went?

[ultimatesideblog]

[cowboyspones]

like i am always thinking abt them

[constanzel]

[cmdrtpol]

trip x t'pol // supercut by lorde

[vonnebenan]

i just had to paint him ...

oil on paper, ~A5; process photos below the cut

[affixjoy]

[egonkula]

aos if it fuckin rocked hard

[affixjoy]