the hassled grump and the cranky grizzled veteran (x)
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the hassled grump and the cranky grizzled veteran (x)
@mckirkism requested McKirk + constant rambling
“ I w a n t y o u t h e r e . ”
damnromulans:
#ok but this is actually a perfect quote to represent their relationship #jim kirk has been abandoned by just about everyone in his life #and he’ll get beaten to a bloody pulp before admitting that he needs someone #but now jim has bones and he can let himself need him #this aviophobic misanthrope will follow him into space and disease and darkness and silence #he’ll follow jim anywhere and jim can depend on it
putting those men in a Situation
callmechikki:
i’m the secret santa for @twentyeightisalie who wanted bones doctoring so, how about bones delivering them gorn octuplets who came out biting and their proud n happy parents
ok so gorns usually have fellow gorn be their doctors, especially for something as personal as this, but there was an emergency and bones was the only option. it took him an hour or two to get the couple to trust him and no small amount of effort to get those babies safe and sound. they’re very durable and energetic so its pretty normal to have them naked n crawling everywhere after birth. he’s also their favorite doctor (and the family occasionally comms him from time to time).
H E A D C A N O N
Among other things, there is no weather on a Starship. But damn if Leonard doesn’t dream of storms.
Asleep in the unnatural quiet of his rooms, the doctor watches lightening fork across the darkness behind his eyes. The air tastes of ozone, laden with that heavy summer warmth, the kind he remembers from Georgia in late June, when the sky would split apart as easily as a peach on the limb.
Storms like that, they make the world (any world) seem small; turns an early evening into something slow and thrilling all at once. Like a deep inhale on a racing heart. The Sky growls and the Earth trembles and between them breeds a cacophonous symphony of light and sensation the likes of which Len cannot forget.
McCoy had walked in those Georgia storms many times. Once, because he’d been in love. And then again when he was heartbroken, and there was nowhere else to go that was any kinder than the rain. The flat taste of water on Leonard’s tongue, the slick give of Georgia clay beneath his boots, the crackle-pop of that lightening zigzagging overhead; it all remains familiar as the very bones he’d taken with him when he’d left.
But Space doesn’t have weather, not like that. Never like that. And so the doctor carries the Storm with him, in his memory and his dreams. It lurks in the grumble of his voice, the flash of his temper. Even, perhaps, in the quiet way he wears himself out with worry over patients, like parched earth just waiting for the rain.
Bones! I believe they have the same soul! warm one<3
O U T O F M I R A C L E S
when ur casually scrolling through ur old drafts to clean up the blog and you come across a thread that's been waiting on a reply for a decade and.. And you realize.... this blog Eleven Years Old...
“What…exactly am I looking at here?”
“Quantum entanglement triggers on our fission warheads, doctor. You said you wanted something safer for the landing party?”
“Dammit, I’m a doctor not a… Ahem. Right. Please continue.”
Ante Up by ~latenightarting
( Full Title is Listed as : Ante Up (Dammit Jim, We’re Not Playing Strip Poker) )
…This is why no one will play cards with you anymore, Jim.
H A B I T S
Perhaps it comes as no great surprise that both Leonard’s Med Bay and his personal office workspace are meticulously, unfailingly organized, even during the most stressful of times. The man himself maintains a certain standard with hygiene, a habit learned during his residency that has extended to all parts of his life out of sheer practicality. It’s a solid excuse, anyway, and a good way to avoid addressing his phobias for nearly every known (and all unknown) diseases in the galaxy.
Pending no major disasters and the necessity of field medicine, McCoy’s Med Bay is spotless. Medical equipment and supplies are well-maintained and organized to the degree that the staff need not “look” for something, they can reach for it blindly. Efficiency, when saving lives, is key.
In his personal quarters, Len is a touch less rigid these days. Maybe the time spent living in close proximity to Jim (who he swears still doesn’t know what a laundry hamper is) has left an impression. Or maybe Leonard has finally let himself relax again, finally given himself permission to stop living his life like a man who has nothing left but his Bones.
He’s never forgotten that he’s a doctor (and he’ll say as much to anyone willing to listen), but it’s taken Leonard McCoy a long time to remember he’s a person as well.
A reboot version of the evil enterprise crew from the TOS episode ‘Mirror Mirror’.
Conquering planets and wearing sparkly sashes wooo!
H E A D C A N O N | Familiar Comforts
Sometimes, when Leonard feels melancholy nostalgic, he puts on an old holo vid. It’s not much, really; doesn’t feature any person or thing in particular. Just a view of plantation fields from an old wood style porch, swaying orchard trees obscured by sheets of rain. The room fills with the sound of a storm on a tin roof, the distant crackling of thunder and the muffled sounds of earthen soil soaking up nourishment. Briefly, the world is dim and endless and warm, like the summers of his childhood.
TALK - Run Away to Mars
I can’t tell which way's home I’ve been gone for so long It’s an empty world Up here I skip stones and wonder How long till I'm discovered? It’s a quiet life Of fear Before my time runs out... What If I run away to Mars? Would you find me in the stars? Would you miss me in the end If I run out of oxygen When I run away to Mars 3, 2, 1, I miss you I’m sorry, I got issues
Each of the good doctor’s outfits from the Reboots.
Almost each of the good doctor’s outfits from the reboots