#rorschachbest

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rorschachbest replied to your post:I’m gonna do the thing. I just downloaded Flappy...

Beware the Kobayashi Flappu

Downloaded it maybe 15-20 minutes ago, by playing constantly since I have achieved a high score of 10.

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rorschachbest replied to your post “Ship McKirk, they said. It will be fun, they said. ”

Wait unrequited love and illnesses and tragic deathfics aren't fun???

Ha. Yes, totally fun. 

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rorschachbest answered your question:Ok guys, I haven’t done this in a while! For those...

seafoam green

One for seafoam green!

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rorschachbest replied to your post:Imagine Jim serenading Spock by replacing "Rock" with "Spock" in old Earth rock songs (Spock You Like a Hurricane, We Will Spock You, Spock Around the Clock, Spock Me, etc.)

Oh my god was there stealth McCarol in here? <333

YES! I adore McCarol. <333

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Imagine Jim serenading Spock by replacing "Rock" with "Spock" in old Earth rock songs (Spock You Like a Hurricane, We Will Spock You, Spock Around the Clock, Spock Me, etc.)

"Jim," McCoy muttered into his bourbon. He rubbed the vein which had begun to throb uncontrollably in his temple. "It stopped being funny a half hour ago." 

"Spock me Amadeus."

"No."

"Jailhouse Spock."

"NO."

"I wanna Spock."

"Yes, Jim," McCoy said. "We all know that. Why don't you march yourself down to the science labs and just tell him already?"

"I don't think he's interested," Jim mumbled.

"He's been humming 'Fly me to the moon' all week when he thinks he's alone in the lab," Carol said. "I've caught him three times."

Jim brightened. "Yeah?"

"Cross my heart," she said. 

"For a starship captain, you're pretty dense sometimes," McCoy griped. "Get out of my office and go land yourself a Vulcan."

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rorschachbest replied to your post:would you write a mckirk thing? where jim and bones are at a party for an ambassador and bones really hits it off with the ambassador, who's flirting up a storm with bones and asks him to go back to his quarters later. it really depresses jim after bones leaves and he excuses himself. he doesn't see bones until the next day and bones confronts him about being so emotionally flat and jim confesses he's been trying to win over bones' heart for years and the ambassador did it in an hour

Breeeeeeee *wibbles* I love it.

THANKS BB. I'm so glad you like it.

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rorschachbest replied to your post “When it didn’t matter, when it was just for show, Leonard McCoy could...”

this is so cute i am going to SCREAM

YOU'RE so cute I'm going to scream. EEEE, thank you, lovely. <3<3<3

[captainkirkmccoy]

Continuation of this and this by Mama Chex. 

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It was David who first noticed them and the eight-year-old swore. "Holy fucking shit."

"Language." Bones grumbled but looked up to where his son pointed and promptly swore as well.

Two men, Jim and Bones' doppelgangers, were stepping out onto the porch of the farmhouse in front of them.  

Jim dropped Abby gently on her feet and pushed her behind him, barking at Davie to do the same. "Funky town." He told the kids and Davie, with wide eyes, nodded and took his sister's hand.

"Daddy?" Abby whispered, her small and adorable little brow furrowing.

He reached down and kissed her forehead. "It'll be okay."

They never took chances with the kids. At the first opportunity they had planned for everything based on what they had seen on the Enterprise and any other nightmares they could imagine. Funky town was the simplest escape root. Bones was to take the kids and run. Jim knew his husband didn't like the idea of leaving him behind any more than Jim liked the idea of letting them go, but this was survival and sometimes survival was cruel. 

Jim squeezed Bones hand before walking forward, wishing like hell he had his phaser. 

Of course, it didn't look particularly menacing, this farmhouse. In fact, it looked like one of the locations him and Bones had thought about moving the brood too, if they hadn't stayed in the Victorian. But he had learned, often the hard way, that things that looked normal were often quite the opposite. He hoped he was wrong, this time. 

He shrugged his shoulders up and down, knowing that approaching while tense was not a good way to begin. He winked at Bones, feeling the tension rolling off of him in waves. 

He then stepped forward, walking across the road to the edge of the property, just by the mailbox. 

The closer he got, he realized that there were subtle differences between these men and the man that Jim saw in the mirror and in Bones. Was it less or more stress lines? At least the fact that they were at each other's side was a universal constant. He smiled at that. 

"Heya. Guessing this looks about as weird to you as it does to us. We come in peace?"

It was an offering. If they were normal, not alternate universe psychopaths, they would react a certain way. If they pulled out phasers and shot at Jim, then they clearly were hostile and Jim needed to protect his family. He just hoped he wasn't dead before he could do it. 

So he smiled, his eyes scanning the paint on the house and the curtains in the window, how he could get a glimpse into the living room from the large window right where other Jim stood. It looked like the furniture they had in the Victorian. 

He made sure to spread his arms just a bit in a I-swear-I'm-not-armed gesture. If he were in the Victorian and some lookalikes appeared outside of the door, that would be his chief concern. 

He just hoped it was enough.