Boldly Exploring Dark Recesses of Imagination

Ravenclaw. Divergent. Superwholock. Medical but Engineer at heart. Hopeless Daydreamer. Avid Devourer of Fanfiction. Puts the Pro in Procrastination.

[jimkerk]

the least realistic thing about star trek is that starfleet uniforms don’t have pockets and nobody complains about it

[crisisoninfintefandoms]

My instinct is to agree with this, but like, when I really think about it…

No money, no credit cards, identification is all vocal/fingerprints/retinal, so no wallet.

Again, doors are voice activated, or just unlocked by entering a code.  No keys.  

Communication devices are tiny and stick onto clothing starting in Next Gen.  TOS had bulkier communication that they carried around or kept in, like, packs and stuff, so the arguments for pockets is a little more valid, and if I remember correctly, those costumes did have pockets, tho I could be wrong about that.  But anything post TNG, the point is moot anyway.

Tricorders and phasers are really the only thing anyone’s carrying around, and that’s usually on away missions where they’d be bring their packs/holsters or just have them out.  I mean, who wants to stick a phaser in their pocket?  

So, yeah.  There’s not much little stuff people need to carry around everywhere.  And if they are preparing for a longer journey or want to bring bulkier things, well…just bring a bag.  It fits more anyway.    

[jimkerk]

what if i find a cool rock and want to take it home with me

[fair-itself]

Every time a member of the USS Enterprise has found a cool rock and taken it home, it has resulted in eleven deaths, six temporal displacements, the holodecks breaking again, and somebody getting turned into a lizard. Pockets are a privilege, not a right.

[thesadchicken]

[kitsumahou-deactivated20220713]

I just remembered… I woke up in the middle of the night with a giant monster with a black body - i couldn’t see what the body shape was like - with a golden deer head and red eyes in the corner of the room staring at me. All I did was ask: “Why are you not handsome? Just for a change.” and went back to sleep.

It was probably sleep paralysis. It happens 4 times a month on average, I just ignore it and go back to sleep.

[kitsumahou-deactivated20220713]

Awwn. He doesn’t look so scary.

[nine-point8]

He is a scammer. Trying to make you draw him for free.

[kitsumahou-deactivated20220713]

Oh.

[kala-nni]

A funny addendum, in the Hindu epic there is a Demon called Maricha who is a golden deer.

[kitsumahou-deactivated20220713]

[ataucei]

So you actually we’re visited by a demon and you had the audacity to shame them by telling they weren’t handsome enough to haunt you? Respect.

[kitsumahou-deactivated20220713]

[streetlifemanifesto]

Don’t trust morning you. Morning you is a dick. Morning you would sell your loved ones if it got them 5 minutes of extra sleep

[sarapsys]

maybe morning me wouldn’t be such a dick if that flaky bitch evening me had gone to bed instead of tumblring til butts oclock int he morning

[bigmouthlass]

Well evening me might have fallen asleep at a reasonable hour if that dumbass afternoon me hadn’t lain down for a “little nap” that lasted four hours.

[bane-of-technology]

[oraclesofnorway]

Your body is an incredibly bizarre machine.

“What you see is a myosin protein dragging an endorphin along a filament to the inner part of the brain’s parietal cortex which creates happiness. Happiness. You’re looking at happiness.”

[deadcrushing]

thor ragnarok fight scene but holding out for a hero is playing

[seeing-but-not-observing]

The cracking of the whip and Loki's hair whipping out of his face occuring at the time makes me giddy

[ace-aro-fandroid]

So you know that thing going around on Facebook where you put in your profile pic and it photoshops you all dead-eyed and glowy faced onto a “glamorous magazine cover”?

Well

What

Have

I

Done

Why does Riker look like one of those dolls that comes alive in horror movies and eats your cat

[seeing-but-not-observing]

Worf looks just as startled as I am about his new look. 😂😂

[tony-starkesarchive]

(x)

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Go ahead send hate, I really don’t care. I’m feeling desperate enough to post this and I’m at the point of pathetic begging. If you can and want to, please consider helping my family out. Anything will help.

[seeing-but-not-observing]

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[musikat18]

When you sacrifice the warmth of your body to film snow in Texas

[annathewitch]

Snow day?

[musikat18]

Snow day! ☺️☺️☺️

(And maybe tomorrow too since this freeze is supposed to continue into tomorrow)

[annathewitch]

Whoop! We were meant to have snow last night, but nada. 😠

I guess I’ll have to make do with cute animals in snow gifs…

[musikat18]

Texas is a weird place tbh. It’s never snowed twice in one winter while I’ve lived here (the only other snow I’ve seen here was five years ago), yet this is the second snow in about a month’s time.

(Bones would have high-key flipped knowing I ran out in the snow in a t-shirt, yoga pants, and warm socks lol)

[annathewitch]

“Do you have no goddamned sense of self-preservation Sara? Prancing about in the snow like a demented husky in your damned pajamas!”

You bounded towards the front porch steps, where Bones was standing shivering, and stuck your tongue out at him. He muttered under his breath.

“But it’s snow, Leonard. In Texas. I need to document this momentous occasion!” You pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of the grumpy doctor. “And for your information I am wearing perfectly acceptable loungewear. My socks are extra fluffy too!” You waggled a sodden foot in his direction.

“You’re not even wearing any goddamned shoes!” Bones gesticulated wildly at the offense, before sticking his hands in his pockets and huffing, his breath a wispy cloud in the frozen air. “Well, don’t expect to come crying to me when you have a fever of 103, or you develop pneumonia, or…or trench foot!”

“Trench foot!” you snorted. “It’s a little bit of snow Len. I’m trying to take some pictures in the front yard, not cross Antarctica. C’mon, come out for one picture. I mean you’re wearing, like, three sweaters.” You pouted prettily and held out a hand.

Bones grumbled, but made his way carefully down the steps and took your hand. “Jesus Sara, you’re a damned icicle.” You just rolled your eyes and tugged him into the middle of the front lawn to get the perfect backdrop to your snow day selfie.

Picture taken, Bones stomped back towards the house, almost making it to the cover of the porch when a mass of snow hit him square against the back of the neck and slid down underneath the protection of his excessive layers. He whirled around to see you creased over with laughter.

“Gotcha, you soft Georgia boy!”

“Oh hell no, woman!” The furious look on his face made you stop giggling, worried you had really pissed him off. But as he strode towards you, he raised his eyebrow and smirked. “You don’t think you’re going to get away with insulting my credentials as a southern gentleman, do you?”

You backed away laughing again nervously, but he was too quick, and before you knew it he’d scooped you up. You just knew what was going to happen next. Despite your struggling he easily carried you over to the deepest looking drift of snow up against the house and dropped you in it. You shrieked at the sting of the cold and a Bones whooped with laughter.

Sitting up, bedraggled and pouting for real this time, you jabbed a finger at Bones. “You asshole! You are no gentleman Leonard McCoy! Now I’m freezing!”

“Aw! What’s the matter darlin’? I thought it was just a little bit of snow?”

“Shut up and help me up.” You stuck out your hand again and he made to help you up,, but putting all your force behind one tug, you yanked him off balance into the drift. He landed half on top of you with an ‘oof’.

He lay there shocked for half a second, before pushing himself up on his forearms. You grinned at him and he smiled back.

“I guess I deserved that.” He pushed a tendril of hair out of your face and despite the freezing wet material of your clothing chilling you to the bone, the look in his eyes kindled something warm inside. “Do you have any idea how pretty you look with pink cheeks and a pink nose, and frost bitten lips?” He leaned in as he spoke, his breath ghosting over your face, pecking a kiss first to your nose, then to your lips.

Distracted as you were, you didn’t notice the subtle movement of his arm until it was too late, and his warm lips were replaced by a faceful of snow.

The tender moment descended into wintery carnage after that, as you chased each other around the lawn, throwing handfuls of snow, and stuffing fistfuls down the other’s clothes at every opportunity. You wrestled Bones to the ground one final time, before you both rolled onto your backs huffing great foggy breaths into the air.

“Truce darlin’?” Len rolled onto his side to look down at you, booping you on the nose with a cold finger.

“Okay, truce. I’m gonna be an actual real-life snowman shortly.”

“See! I told you you weren’t wearing enough damned clothes.”

“Well you, Doctor Leonard Horatio ‘three sweaters’ McCoy, are wearing far too many clothes,” you huffed.

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Oh sweetheart, I think we can easily do something about that. Let’s go inside and warm up.”

[musikat18]

A N N A

💖💖💖

[annathewitch]

And guess what! It’s actually started snowing here too! And Pete’s Dragon is on TV!

[janeykath318]

Fave Bones x Reader Fics

-Note: These are smut free. It got long, so I added a cut. 

Imagine getting stuck in a closet with Bones by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Imagine seeing Leonard In A kissing booth by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Staying Warm With Bones by @youre-on-a-starship

Huge Mistake by @happylilprompts

I Found - Leonard McCoy by @enterprisewriting

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[seeing-but-not-observing]

❤️❤️

[snoji]

Bones: god i can’t believe i’m stuck sitting next to you

Jim: Bones there are other seats-

Bones: god this is the absolute WORST

[annathewitch]

Falling, Ch 1: Physician’s Advice

Summary: Bones x Reader. Bones has been unbearably moody for a couple of days and you are sent to try and find out why.

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: Swearing, mild parental angst

A/N: This started as a ‘five times…’ idea for a Bones and Reader developing relationship, but got a bit longer than I intended. So this is part 1 of 6. I have not written for a long time, and this is my first reader insert. Be gentle!

“That man is impossible!” Christine Chapel declared as she stalked out of the CMO’s office and the door swooshed shut behind her. “Stubborn as a damned mule and twice as ornery! I swear I am this close to inflicting some kind of untraceable bodily harm on him!” Christine leaned in towards you gesturing with her thumb and forefinger a mere half inch apart. “Untraceable except for the fact that you just told the whole medbay. I think, technically, that counts as pre-meditation.” You pulled a chair out at the nurse’s station and encouraged Christine to sit down. “What did he do now?” “There’s a whole damn list, but the cherry on the fucking top was him telling Nurse Edouwu he is, and I quote, ‘a damned incompetent jackass who couldn’t tell a protoplaser from a petri dish’ and then yelling at me to ‘get my goddamn nurses under proper supervision before they fucking kill someone!’ I am the best damned nurse in the Fleet, and I did not sign up to put up with his shit.” The Head Nurse slammed her padd down on the desk with enough force to make you wince. Doctor McCoy had a reputation for being a hard taskmaster, and for general grumpiness, but his behaviour over the last couple of days had been out of character even for him. His usual serious demeanour was now downright murderous. Nothing was done fast enough, or to his impossibly high standards. Nurse Edouwu was not the first of the medbay staff to feel his wrath, and everyone had been treading on eggshells waiting for the next explosion. If any further proof of how bad things were was needed, it was sitting slumped over the station in front of you. Christine Chapel, normally a beacon of competence and serenity, bringing order to chaos, and hitherto a McCoy-wrangler extraordinaire had used the f-word. Twice. You perched on the desk next to her, eyeing her with concern.

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[trek-tracks]

spock doesn’t really “get” pillow fights ok

[seeing-but-not-observing]

HAHAHA

[seeing-but-not-observing]

And You Are?

You looked up startled as a man clad in a leather jacket dragged himself through the clinic’s front door. “I knew I should have kept the front door locked a little longer.” You grumbled to yourself.

“Rough night Kirk?” You asked returning your attention back to the IPAD in front of you. The clinic was a bit behind on the times and the doctors that worked here were eagerly awaiting the newest tech from Starfleet. 

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He mumbled, leaning heavily on the front desk. You snorted as you spun to turn on the ancient laptop in the corner. “Think you could patch me up?”

You looked back at the man in front of you and assessed the damage. His left eye was swollen shut, a cut interrupting his thick eyebrow, purple bruises forming on his cheek bone and a split lip.

“When I said turn the other cheek, I didn’t mean literally.” You leaned forward and took a closer look at the cut as Jim chuckled. “How many this time?”

Jim shrugged and mumbled something.

“You’re going to have to enunciate a little more than that. I haven’t have my morning coffee yet.” You straightened and walked out into the corridor, motioning Jim to follow with a wave of your hand.

“How does that affect your hearing?” Jim joked good-naturedly.

“It doesn’t but it may affect the quality of your care.” You shot back, hiding a small grin on your face.

“Four.” Jim said. “Four red clad Starfleet gorillas.” 

You looked back with disapproving frown. “One day you are going to pick a fight with the wrong person and get yourself seriously hurt.”

Jim put his arm around your shoulder and gave you a quick squeeze, “Good thing I have the best doctor to patch me up.”

“Resident Jim.” You corrected.  “I am not a full doctor just yet.” You grabbed an IPAD from the charging station and motioned Jim into a examination room. “I could get into a lot of trouble administering care to you.”

“Somehow you always manage to wiggle your way out it.” He said with what you interpreted as a wink as he sat down heavily on the bed, the paper sheet crinkling underneath him. You grunted in response, pulling out the things you would need to clean his cut. Jim closed his good eye as you gently prodded the bruising around his other eye. He winced at a particular tender spot. 

The bell sounded over the front door. You let out a small sigh and peeked out into the hallway. An angry looking man with dark hair and storm cloud for a face was speaking angrily with the recently arrived receptionist. You turned back to Jim.

“I wish we had one those handy dandy dermal re-generators but we are going to have to patch this the old fashion way.” You lamented as you pulled out an eyeless needle package from the drawer. 

You nearly dropped the package when the door collided with the wall with a loud bang. The angry man from the waiting room stood in the doorway, his irritation coming off him in waves.

“Bones.” Jim said with a easy smile, his blue eyes sparkling. “Fancy meeting you here.” 

“Don’t start Jim.” Bones growled, advancing towards the bed. “Do you know how many clinics I had to visit to find your sorry ass. You couldn’t just use one of perfectly good ones on campus?” Bones’ eyebrow shot up into his hair line as he crossed his arms.

“C’mon Bones!” Jim protested, putting his hands up in defense. “I didn’t want...”

“Stop calling me that.” Bones interrupted. “Damnit Jim! I..” A noise in the corner of the room caused Bones mid-rant and he turned his glare on you. You opened your mouth to interrupt him but no words came out of your mouth as the man’s wrath washed over you. Despite his anger you couldn’t help thinking that he most gorgeous eyes. 

“Got something to say sweetheart? If not, kindly butt out.” He turned his attention back to Jim taking your silence as acquiescence to continue his rant. Jim looked over at you pleadingly.

You cleared your throat a little louder than before and Bones turned back to you. He swept those hazel-green eyes over your form.

“And you are? The local candy-striper here to a good deed?” He drawled. You glanced down at the red and white striped shirt resting under your lab coat. Your eyes narrowed menacingly.

Drawing yourself up to your full height, you replied. “I am a resident of this clinic and I am treating this patient.” You said meeting his scowl with one of your own.” Look, I grant you that he can be rather stupid at times but I still need to treat him.”

“Hey!” Jim placed his hand on his heart, feigning pain. “I am not stupid.”

“That’s right.” Bones said, turning back to Jim, “You’re a bonafide genius getting into bar fights with people twice your size.”

You felt the corners of your lips turn up as you cleaned the cut and applied some localized anesthetic to Jim’s eyebrow and forehead. 

“I was defending a lady’s honour!” Jim objected. Bones opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

“It doesn’t count if you’re the lady Jim.” You admonished, turning the counter and opened the needle. You could have sworn you heard Bones chuckle. Sure enough when you turned back, there was a small smirk on his face.

“I’m Leonard.” He said, the smirk growing into a smile.

“__________.” You replied, with a smile of your own. “Leonard, it appears I interrupted you in a middle of rant. Please continue.” you motioned towards Jim with a wave of your arm.

“Gladly.” Leonard replied turning back to Jim who groaned loudly.

“I regret coming here.”  

[roughwaterwriting]

Write one sentence. Let it lead to another. It comes in waves. 

[girl-next-door-writes]

“Are you serious right now?” Dean looked at you in disbelief and Sam bent his head, trying to hide his smirk.

“Yeah, if I had to describe you in just one word it would be unflinching.  What’s wrong with that?” You asked innocently.

“Not handsome, or sexy or amazing or…”

“Nope, unflinching.” You popped your p and smiled.

“How about Sam?  One word to describe Sam.” He challenged and you tilted your head thoughtfully, looking over at Sam.

“Perspicacious.” You smiled brightly and Sam looked up at you with a nod approval.  

“And what about me kitten?  Perilous?  Machiavellian?” A familiar British accent growled from behind you with an undertone of amusement.

“Oh Crowley, it’s got to be suave.” you sighed as if that was the only obvious answer.

“OH COME ON!” Dean exploded, “Suave?  The King of Hell gets suave and i get unflinching?” he looked to Sam for some back up but his brother studiously avoided eye contact.

“I only say it as I see it Winchester.” shrugging you turned and made your way passed the demon whose eyes followed you until you were out of sight.

“Oh I do like her.” He grinned at Dean who simply huffed and folded his arms across his chest.

“Why are you even here Crowley?” he sulked.

“To fulfil my quota of witty banter for the day.” He sassed before throwing a file at Dean.  “Found something I though you, the moose and kitten might be interested in.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go be suave elsewhere.”  He was gone before the file Dean launched at him was anywhere near its target and the papers ended up spilt across the floor.

“Suave my ass.” Dean grumbled, reluctantly going to pick up the file.

[kikithedeceiver]

Not sure if anyone done this but…

[girl-next-door-writes]

This is totally me!!