Cure Your Rainy Day

Independent TOS McCoy. =Open= 

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T-Shirt On The Edge of Forever

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Thanks, Bones

[weroyals]

♛:: @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.

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

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.”

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻 ✦— Leonard McCoy

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Leonard Horatio McCoy NICKNAME.  Bones, Len GENDER.  Male HEIGHT.   5′9′’ AGE.  ~40 ZODIAC.  Aquarium SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  Federation Standard (English? I wish I knew)

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.  Dark brown EYE COLOR.  Blue SKIN TONE.  Tan-ish BODY TYPE.  slim VOICE.  all southern honey, y’all DOMINANT HAND.  Right POSTURE.  serial sloucher SCARS. what hasn’t gotten ironed out by 23rd century medicine TATTOOS.  N/A BIRTHMARKS.  N/A MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  Blue eyes, attitude you can sense a mile off

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.   Georgia HOMETOWN. Unknown SIBLINGS.  None PARENTS.  David and Helen McCoy

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  Starfleet Doctor, CMO USS Enterprise CURRENT RESIDENCE.  Enterprise CLOSE FRIENDS. Jim Kirk, Spock, Nyota Uhura RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  Divorced, separated FINANCIAL STATUS.  What’s money it’s 2269 DRIVER’S LICENSE.  not even a little CRIMINAL RECORD.  who’s asking? if it’s Starfleet, then none VICES.  Drinking, being a curmudgeon, banter

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.  PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.  PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.  LIBIDO. TURN ON’S.  TURN OFF’S. LOVE LANGUAGE.  words of affirmation, quality time RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  he’s a worrier, often over-protective but tries to cover up his concerns with grouching. always one to ask how you’re doing

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. cards, dancing, griping at Spock LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right PHOBIAS.  open space, transporters SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.  middling-high VULNERABILITIES.  cares far too much

tagged by :  @royalmuses (thank you :>) tagging :  anyone who wants it!

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SO MUCH can go wrong in space you guys

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

[tngbabe]

LOLOLOLOL poor bones.

[businessboybrick]

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

[hanasheralhaminail]

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.

[southerndrawlinmypants]

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

[sergle]

@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”.

[rumshop]

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.”

[carmineeyes]

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

[boophisburnhamae]

he’s such a bitch

[gayjimothy]

chekov ghdjghdf I stan

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

assortedsouls‌:

“I am hardly the only one keeping the ship in condition. It would be illogical to put that duty on one single person. However, if so were to be the case, it would fall on the Chief Engineer, not the Science Officer or the First Officer.” Yes, Spock was aware that the doctor hadn’t expected a real answer, he gave him one because he liked to tease him.

“I am certain the Captain have told the Admiral about your arrival. Perhaps you would like to join him in this meeting?” McCoy liked those kind of meetings just as much as Kirk and Spock himself did, which mean not at all. They were usually dragged out, illogical and filled with nonsensical bureaucracy.

“Do you wish to go to your quarters or sickbay?” And did he want Spock’s company? Because the vulcan would like to keep the CMO company a little longer, however, he wouldn’t force his presence upon him if he did not wish so.

“I guess you can’t wear all the hats, Spock.” McCoy’s lips twitched into a smile. Far be it from him to argue with the First Officer’s precious logic... Well, far be it for at least his first hour back. 

“But surely you don’t think the Admiral would see me like this. I’m ten seconds on the ship, lookin’ a wreck and trading semantics with a Vulcan.” His uniform appeared as it usually did. Seemed like Spock was having a field day dancing around questions, comments, and the like. “Must’ve picked up somethin’ while I was away. No siree, can’t see the Admiral like this.”

McCoy made a show of straightening his uniform. “Oh I suppose I could pop back to my quarters. Maybe brief an officer on my trip, if I can turn up any.” He raised his eyebrows at the implied invitation. Hopefully Spock was feeling chatty.

[givemeangstymemes]

The 65th GIF/icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to learning about being the target of a hitman

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

‘Again?’

[givemeangstymemes]

Send 📖 to get really bad advice from my muse

Bonus points for also giving a topic.

[nerdybirdboy]

@old-fashioned-boy-mccoy liked for a starter.

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.

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

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.”

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

// aaaa getting ready to board plane

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

Star Trek Starters

// Like this post for a (selective, sorry I’m going on vacation tomorrow) starter of variable length, depending on how my brain is doing

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

My short term memory has (unsurprisingly) not improved since I was last active. I want to get to do things on this blog again but my brain is like a pasta strainer and rp is the water

Side note: I WILL be making some kind of starter thing Monday so don’t let me forget

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

Your not quitting are you?

I guess not? Maybe? There is a calling in my heart for the good doctor and the good times of old but I don’t know yet

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

I had to reset the password on three emails to gain access to this blog again