#polyfacetious | jim

[kingofdirtandnothing]

polyfacetious asked: “i know how to open these bones with just my teeth.”

Poetry Starters: (Accepting)

“Son, I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me or threatening me.”

But no one ever said Leonard McCoy was a smart man. He was in the employ of a murderer, medicating a shizophrenic. How much worse could a pretty blonde with the devil’s eyes really make his life?

Well...there was only one way to find out.

Leonard nudges the stool out next to him in quiet invitation.

[kingofdirtandnothing]

anonymous asked: ‘    it’s like a little adventure.    ’ Jim

Until Dawn: (Accepting)

“You’re a goddamn adventure.”

It’s muttered sullenly, and sealed with a sour look. They’re standing in front of the rickety sign in the church that states NA is on Wednesdays at 7 pm, and Leonard is hoping for the floor to open up and swallow him whole. 

But God isn’t that good to him, and Leonard’s the one who got himself in this god awful pickle, so he’s got to see it through.

(No matter how bad he wants a xanax and a drink.)

“You don’t have to go in there, you know.” This is a hair softer, but only just. Leonard shoves his hands in his jacket pockets. “I’m not a child.”