#ScottyLand

[lehmccoy]

@scottyland

Leonard was sitting next to Montgomery, both on a couch while he drank a mint julep made with a scotch from the engineer's personal and hidden stack, "Those two idiots are going to end up killing each other eventually" Leonard was smiling and for some reason smiling around the engineer was always easier

"And so I said to the captain : If you stays silent and obeys my medical orders you'll only stay in the sickbay for 2 days, but if you try to persist you'll stay here for 2 weeks!" Leonard laughed for a moment, not feeling how the alcohol was rising faster than normal and leaving him more 'loose', his leg was touching Scott's leg and that made the taller one look down, watching the two legs touch that for some reason was making him feel different, what was that feeling? And how long had it been since he'd felt something like this? Maybe he should drink some water, but he moved one of his hands and placed it on Scott's knee, looking, analyzing and feeling the other's knee until he blinked and looked directly at Scott, maybe he wasn't that drunk, maybe was he just dreaming? For some reason he felt like he couldn't really control himself, it was like everything was happening in a dream. " Hii. . ." The doctor said for some reason that not even he understood when their eyes met.

[therapardalis]

[Very Very Random Question from @scottyland​.]

Are ye 'n love with wee-man? ------------

“Montgomery Scott! What sort of question is that?!”

“Short answer - no. Keenser is a fellow crewman, and hopefully a friend if I ever get to know him better. Why, are you jealous?”

[ensnchekov-a]

"I was thinking whit if we build a Moonshine Still ? Don't tell Spock," @scottyland​​ says, and Pavel looks away from the EPS manifold he’s currently working on to lend his full weight to the idea.

“I would not tell Mister Spock. Moonshine would make the next crew party much more interesting—we build it right here in Engineering? There is more than enough room. It should not be too difficult.”

[nursc-a2]

“    no, no, i just think it’s unfair.    ”    chin perched on her hand, christine let out a long sigh.   the dramaticism of the entire scene well well-earned;   how many times did she have to trick or cajole bones to get out of the sick-bay when he was the biggest danger to the patients?   stubborn man.   well, she now knew his weakness.    “    all the time i wasted, never gonna get that back, when all i needed to do was threaten him with calling you.    ”    after the first time she used the trick, he was as compliant as a kitten.   one step towards the communicator and he suddenly agreed that it was time he take a break.

@scottyland​ based on that scene you described cause the image is just too goo

[iamselfmade]

I think a'm on th' wrong Enterprise. Who are ye, laddie?

@scottyland (new friend!)

Hugh tilted his head a little, working to identify this person. Unfortunately, his knowledge of Federation history was lacking. At the very least, this person didn't seem to be afraid of him! Which he liked to see. "My name is Hugh! Acting ensign Hugh." He added that last part proudly. "What's your name? What Enterprise would you be on?" A head tilt. The boy has been confused.

[captnjtkirk]

          ❝  @scottyland​ pour me a drink.   it’s going to be quite the long shift mister Scott.   ❞

[protectxthem]

@scottyland​ asked: ❝ let’s wear matching ugly christmas sweaters to the party! ❞ [JTKirk]

IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!  | ACCEPTING

Blue eyes shift away from the owner’s PADD as he lowers said device. That’s right! There was a Christmas party being thrown and Jim still needed something to wear. 

He shifts in his seat, setting the PADD down on the table in front of him as he shifts his eyes to look at Scotty. “Matching ugly Christmas sweaters.” He repeated, mulling over the idea.

He flashes the other a cheeky grin and nods before speaking, “Okay, you convinced me.” He clapped his hands together. “Do you have matching ugly Christmas sweaters, Mister Scott?”

[my-timing-is-digital]

@scottyland asked: 🌿 // meme from here

After a short turbolift voyage, Data disembarked and approached the Chief Engineering officer to assist him with several diagnostics. However, he had barely joined Lieutenant Commander Scott when he noticed a plant dangling approximately 6.7 meters above the Scotsman.

    ‘Sir, you never struck me as the botanist type,’ the android stated, indicating the marginally sized cluster of foliage sprouting from the ceiling with a nod of his head. ‘Is it wise to attempt cultivating vegetation in Engineering? There are not many resources that will contribute to its growth... The warp core emits small dosages of radiation every day, does it not? Will it not become radioactive? Is it edible?’

[lehmccoy]

Whit urr ye lookin' at mo grádh ?

"Just thinking . . . A little bird told me about something . . ."

[therapardalis]

[Act of Dominance meme from @scottyland​.]

[ Swat ]  Your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch. ------------

“Ow - !” Thera pulled her hand back, cradled it dramatically against her chest - though the tone of her voice gave away that the smack hadn’t really hurt at all. A laugh bubbled up, grin curving.

“Alright,” She looked down at the table and then across to the bar, “if that whole bottle’s yours, then where’s mine?”

[ensnchekov-a]

@scottyland​, ask.

It was very late, all the regular members of the bridge must have been in their third sleep by now, all but one, Scotty was standing in front of the door to Chekov's room, pushing the button to signify that someone was there, he had lost track of how much time had passed, How much time he stood there and pressed that button, until finally the door opened and before Pavel could say anything, Scott was shoving a PADD in the younger man's face. "I wis thinking aboot some plasma distribution lines, tak' a look"

The bell chimed two times before Pavel awoke from his slumber, sending dreams of away missions and rain back to the ether. Beside his bed, the chrono reads 0318, 0319 when the door chime goes off a third time, rousing Pavel a little more into wakefulness.

⸺Lights, 25%, he murmurs, blinking twice when it complies and soft light floods the room.

He pulls the Starfleet-issue blanket off the bed and around his shoulders as he stands. When his feet touch the ground, he feels like he’s floating, not walking, as he slowly shuffles his way toward the door, still dressed in blue pyjamas. His curls are wild atop his head, untamed, stretching out every which way.

The door slides open and it takes a moment for it to register first that it’s Mister Scott at the door, then a moment further to realise he’s being assaulted by the light of a PADD and no longer can see the Chief Engineer.

⸺Do you know what time it is right now? What the hell? he says, utterly unsure of which language he’s asking in and too tired to care to try and find out.

Still, for whatever reason, he steps aside to let Scotty in.

“Come,” he says with a lazy wave of his hand, and then mumbles an instruction to the replicator—coffee, hot, large, cream and honey—as he makes his way back inside.

“Do you want anything?”

[nursc-a2]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                     @scottyland asked: ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡  ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡

the engineering room was still a stranger;   after all these years, it was one of the few places on the ship she couldn’t claim to know well.     having skipped over the usual rounds to head directly to the medical corps, there were still gaps in her knowledge, and while she and physics never had a warm and fuzzy relationship, stubbornness and a never-ending quest for knowledge guided her here during the night shift.

❛    scotty!   ❜      she waited until he finished up some work, fingers locking together in front of her chest, beaming when he finally got to her...   she was a bit excited, to be told...   alright, very excited.    ❛    what do we do first?   recalibrate the warp?   eject it?   no, wait, i know, clean the... filters?   ❜      at least that is what they usually did in times of crisis, or what they told her to be impressive, jury was still out on it.

something of her excitement must have pleased him, as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, gave it a quick pat before telling her to get her head out of the clouds and to head to the computer so he could show her how to read the warp compenents.

❛    tomorrow we eject it, then?   ❜

Send ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ to kiss my muse on the cheek

[cptnpike-a2]

“    mr.  scott!    ”     christopher exclaims, a protest buried in his tone.    words would fail to encompass how thankful he is for everything the other man has done.   in this strange dimension where everything looks the same but nothing feels remotely similar, the friendship he extended has been a lifeline, kind beyond words.     however, it can be a little too much sometimes.

scotty blames himself.   he doesn’t.   it creates a strange dynamic.   “    if you insist on following me, the least you can do is tell me more about your earth.    ”

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[tiimecrash]

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( ANWERED ASK ) @scottyland. // from this meme.

Lieutenant Jamie Burke’s time on the Enterprise had been interesting to say the least. Jamie Burke didn’t really exist. Jamie was who she was this time around. An kind, friendly, and curious English archaeologist. Nobody had questioned her and assumed she was one of the new crewmembers. The joys of being a temporal agent! Her forged paperwork was perfect. Agent Daniels had told her that she had to stick close with Montgomery Scott. She knew why after all. He was a very important person tot he Federation. She managed to become good friends with the Scotsman in the process over her secret job. 

Shore leave was something amusingly odd for Burke. She loved the idea of being off duty and just relaxing but then again, she had to be observant. She had heard from a few other crewmembers that Scott had gotten himself hurt. Hurt how? She didn’t know. Some said it was from drinking, the others assumed it was an honest accident. She would find out for herself, her concerns over the man was beyond her job and was now more genuinely being over her friend. A real friend she made during her time undercover. She didn’t make friends often during these jobs, but this was different. Scotty was very easy to get along with.

She searched for Scott before finally finding him. “Mind if I sit with you for a bit? Heard you went and got yourself hurt again.” she spoke, English accent present in her voice. Sitting near the man, she gave him a look over. “What exactly happen to you?” An amused look came over her face, thinking of all the possibilities it could have been and what it actually was. She had to let the man have freedoms of free will outside what she knew. Everything was bound to change, and she turned a blind eye to some of those circumstances. Letting things happen naturally, after all very mundane and minor changes were always bound to happen. 

[lehmccoy]

"You stop that right now."

"I'm serious."

"Look dilithium crystals!"

"Lemme just-------"

[countlessrealities]

"B-Brain is the new sexy? Mhmm~ D-Damn fuckin' right! I-I'm gonna drink up aaaall that brain juice.~"

"Oh g-geez, do I seriously have t-to deal with that too now?"