#mccoy-centric

[sleepymccoy]

“I can go last, Jim,” McCoy offered. 

“Ah, hush, you're up.”

“Really, I'm sending you as a final test case in case the transport's still playing up. Gives them a chance to fix it for me.”

Jim clapped his shoulder and nodded his head to the side. 

So McCoy squeezed Jim's hand and left. He decided not to think about the cold, instead just hunkering his head down and walking into the clearing. It was probably only twenty seconds until he felt the tingle that meant the transporter was trying. It threatened for longer than usual - disconcerting - before taking hold and the view of the snowy forest was replaced with the transporter room. 

Oh, it was warm here. McCoy let out a shuddering breath and wiggled his fingers and toes to check they were still on right. 

“Take his weapon,” Jim said. McCoy looked up fast, scanning the room. Green and Singh were still here. A transporter tech McCoy had met but whose name he didn't recall. Jim and Spock. Jim?

Singh stepped up on the plate and swiftly took the phaser from McCoy's side. McCoy couldn't care less about that.

He looked at Spock seriously as Singh's hands went to his arms and led him off the transporter. “Spock, that's not Jim,” McCoy entreated. “You were talking to Jim on the planet just now, you know that's not- !”

“Leo?” Jim asked.

McCoy was gobsmacked. “What the fuck did you just call me?” 

Spock spoke. “You know this man, Captain?” His voice was slightly gravelly, pitched just a hint lower than McCoy was used to. It reminded McCoy of when they were rudely awoken by an emergency and Spock's voice was raw from sleep. 

Jim turned away, addressing the transporter tech. “Where's Mr Scott? Is he alright?”

“I'm not registering anyone left on the planet, Sir.”

“Okay,” McCoy interrupted. “This isn't a prank, ‘cause no way in sweet ‘n savoury hell would you get Spock onside. What's going on?” His arms were pinned to his side but he could reach to wrap his hands together for some extra warmth.

“You're Leonard McCoy,” Jim said, “I think we had a few classes together at the academy. You're on the Enterprise. Jim Kirk, I'm Captain here. Where have we picked you up from? Tell us your side of things.”

“I know I'm on the damned Enterprise, Jim, what I don't know is why you all don't know me!”

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Two Thirds of a Whole

Otherwise known as McCoy's no good, very confusing day in a parallel universe where he never joined the Enterprise, told with a spones bent

The story is basically my exploration of what the enterprise would be like without McCoy. With some making out with Spock added in for good measure.

[greengoddesssmoothie]

I am exhausted and unsure when I'll be able to update Undone, so here's a sneak peak of chapter 5.

[triumviiirate]

[deforest kelley voice] nonbinary or transgender

from Star Trek: Living Memory by Christopher L. Bennett

[muirmarie]

#and now i'm considering how funny it would ALSO be for some handwavey thing making bones just??? agree w/ everything spock says?????#spock would lose his fuckin' MIND oh man i need this SO MUCH#working non-stop to fix it and then finally stoically forcing himself not to weep with joy when mccoy starts ranting @ him lmao#THAT'S LOVE BABY

okay but ACTUALLY i don't have anything for the mcspirk war prompt yet???

the way this culture avoids war is by dosing enemies with something that???? makes them???? fully agree with the other side??? handwavey for the moment

and they see mccoy and spock arguing, and they're like, hmm, you should not allow your underling to speak to you that way, but don't worry, we are a generous people, here we'll fix this

and they fuckin???? rewrite mccoy's brain???? like not actually rewriting, this ends up fixable, don't worry

and for the first 1.5 hours it's obnoxious but. a LITTLE funny.

and then it is. not. at all funny.

the balance of the ship is off, the vibes are bad, kirk is missing his sounding board, and spock is finding himself perversely arguing mccoy's side just so he doesn't have to hear something so utterly not mccoy coming from the doctor's mouth.

and it's not like mccoy's personality has been completely subsumed, is the worst of it - if he wasn't mccoy anymore, it would be easier to deal with??? but he's still there. he's just wrong.

someone tries to make a crack about how at least even if the rest of them are miserable, spock's having his best day ever, and spock walks out of the room

(is mccoy going to think that? spock thinks. is he going to blame me for this? is he going to think i enjoyed this?)

and kirk knows it's not spock's fault. he's TOLD spock it's not his fault. he knows it's not his fault!!! but also, oh, isn't there an evil little gremlin in his head that blames him? that blames himself?? he wants his best friend back. he wants -

and then anyway yeah mccoy's fixed and IMMEDIATELY starts RANTING bc he remembers EVERYTHING and spock and kirk just immediately grab him and start smooching him bc they're so happy to see him lbr

[dspd]

peak ADHD is doing weeks of research and making a 12 page detailed outline for a trilogy fic, blinking, and realizing it's been 4 years since you've opened the document or even thought about it.

[jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists]

woah I wrote fic again?

Wrote something for mcspirk month! I know, I came in right under the wire, but I came in anyway. Hope you enjoy it!

[lenievi]

finished the Covenant of the Crown. a little bit of good mckirk at the beginning and some good spones in the second half.

[magickhajiit]

Lost in the Snow - Chapter 2

all chapters here

The storm didn’t brew darkly in the distant horizon, looming at a comfortable enough distance for the X-men to outrun its fury. Instead, it bursts to life amidst the battlefield, engulfing mutants and Hydra agents alike within a matter of seconds. From the way the edges of the grey clouds are smooth and curved inwards the storm is manmade, constructed by some kind of high-tech weather machine Hank guesses, uncertified by the CSA clearly. With snow blinding them and bullets ricocheting in all directions they’re forced to retreat back onto the blackbird. When Jean arrives, shedding globs of snow from her amber hair as she moves, Bobby and Hank are already strapped in, the latter currently powering up the jet, green lights illuminating them.

Angel is the last to arrive, stumbling on moments after Jean, one wing bunched up to his side. Feathers have been ripped out, leaving a shallow gash visible in their wake. As blood fell to the jet’s pseudo plastic, never metal, decking, from Angel’s mouth words fall faster. So fast Jean is forced to pluck the thoughts from his head to understand. Diving through his mind is difficult, like swimming in a tsunami, panic suffocating her like water would. Then without warning an image is thrust at her, the intensity of it making her wince, Scott facing down a line of Hydra soldiers. The imagery is from a bird’s eye view, Angel must have been hovering above in the moment, close enough to see through the thick snow. Scott is weaving in and around them with grace before they’re gone, left crumbled in the snow by a silver streak. Stomach sinking Jean watches the streak return in the form of a human, his features achingly familiar although she can’t pin down why, before he runs at Scott, the X-man's glasses flying off.

Pain interrupts the memory, as images filter past Jean’s eyes, land and sky as she relives Warren’s unexpected descent, the agony she feels from a bullet skimming a phantom wing that’s never belonged to her is consuming, her teeth grind together as she pulls herself out of Warren’s head.

When she returns to the room, horror adorns each of their faces, Warren having repeated himself whilst she was lost in his head. Their leader not here Jean takes charge, ‘’Warren, Hank will attend to your wing whilst I go get Scott.’’

Any disputes are cut off by the jet tilting violently, sending Warren crashing to the floor whilst Jean’s skull is smacked off the back of her seat. White spots dance in her vision she looks up to the window, tendrils of crimson are creeping into view, wrapping the plane in its embrace. The storm is weaker now, the downpour of snow has thinned enough to see the figure standing before them. A young woman, eyes and hands glowing scarlet, fingers moving and her mouth muttering silent words.

‘'We need to move. Now.’’ Without waiting for affirmation Hank’s hands are gripping the wheel, his knuckles white, the engine’s loud in their ears as it powers up.

‘'Scott’s still out there.’’

''Jean, she is going to tear up this jet if we don’t go right now.’’ The jet groaning cuts off her reply, screws and bolts loosening and panels starting to cave in. The jet has begun to hover, the woman now out of view. Pulling the accelerator Hank winces as the jet swings north, its tail high whilst its nose sinks to the floor.

‘’Hasn’t Scott ever taught you how to fly this thing?’’ Bobby asks.

‘’The right thruster is damaged. We don’t have enough power to get in the air with her holding us down. And the left thruster is sending us tail spinning. Jean, I need you to use your powers to get us out of her reach.‘’

Reaching out with her telekinesis, Jean quickly meets resistance, her grasp on the ship dissipating as soon as it touches. The young woman’s power was telekinetic in nature, similar to Jean’s but somehow darker, her gift more primal and cunning. The red tendrils, twisting and turning violently, the body of red contorting like a dying animal, eat away at Jean’s power as soon as they come face to face, their owner's grip increasing by the second. The jet still screaming, web-like cracks begin to spiral across the window, threatening to crave in on the group.

Straining harder, sweat trickling down her brow, Jean focuses and lets a brief memory of a danger room session flitter past her mind. She recalls Scott leaning down to her ear, already towering over her even as young teenagers, one hand on her shoulder, reminding her when brunt force didn’t work, good strategy never fails. There’s no need to smash a jar when you can just unscrew the lid.

The battle between them was a fight of fire against fire, their jet burning in the flames. Pulling back Jean lets the jet rattle, as the boys swear in panic, she lets the girl think she’s the one in control. The stranger distracted by her sudden free reign to pull the jet apart like cotton candy, doesn’t notice Jean sharpening her telekinesis into hooks, not until it’s embedded in the crimson tendrils yanking them out one by one till the yet is free. Without restraint it soars into the clouds.

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Now miles from where Scott has slipped into the world of unconscious, the blackbird glides through the grey clouds, its black hull gleaming in the moonlight. Undeterred by the labyrinth of roads and grassland below they would have reached the school hours prior, had the plane not been implementing defensive maneuvers devised by the one teammate not there. Scott had spent many nights in the library, bathed in the flickering light of an old lamp, mapping out a journey in case they needed to shake off any unwanted pursuers after their mission. The map he had spent hours leant over, rests upon Jean’s knees, her thumb tracing over the controlled scrawl of directions.

At the back of the plane, Angel is sitting, his eyes closed and his head tilted back. Jean’s not sure if he’s awake or not. Usually, a small nudge of her telepathy would let her know if her teammate was in the land of consciousness but the gift remains cut off from her, it’s like trying to see in a thick fog, frustrating and useless. A neat row of stitches snakes along the edge of his wing, the skin around is a painful pink, Jean was uncomfortably reminded of an uncooked turkey wing.

Bobby sits beside her, still in his ice form, tendrils of cold reach out raising goosebumps on her arm. ‘'Do you think he’ll be ok? With Hydra and Magneto there.’’ A collective shudder rolls through the group at the name. Though they’d been pursuing The Brotherhood, intel they obtained had put the Master of Magnetism miles away, deep in the belly of Madripoor. They had been unaware he was in The Brotherhood’s jet until wasn’t, until he was midair ripping the roof off the Hydra base with a flick of his wrist, causing soldiers to swarm out like an army of ants.

‘’He’ll have found a place to lay low, Bobby.’’ Jean murmurs, the writing on the map has smudged, her fingertips turned grey.

‘’But you heard Angel. He didn’t even have his glasses.’’

‘’It’s Scott.’' The words come out sharper than they were meant to, they’re short verbal daggers that she spits at him, for pulling her own worries out of her head like he’s the telepath instead. Without the reproachful look from Henry or seeing Bobby’s muted flinch she knew she’d gone too far. ‘'Sorry. It’s Scott. He’ll have found a way to stay safe.’’ One of her hands finds his shoulder, ignoring the icy chill it squeezes reassuringly. ‘'I promise.’’

‘’We shouldn’t have got off the jet,’’ says Bobby. Stepping off the jet had been ill-advised, they had been little more than bloody meat floating in shark-infested water, their plans crumpling like paper.

Red lights above their heads, blinking on and off, shows the radio is still down like the buzzing static filling the air doesn’t already let them know. Still, Hank feels the need to point out, ‘’The radio is still down.’' One hairy hand taps it like it’s not the only thing Jean has been watching this flight. ‘’Have you any telepathic contact yet, Jean?’’

‘'I’ve been trying to reach Professor Xavier, but it's like there's some kind of interference. I can't get through to him.’’ There’s a slight thumping pulsing in her head, a prior warning for the headache threatening to hit her full force if she didn’t put the telepathic phone to Xavier down.

‘’It sounds like there’s a telepathic dampener blocking you. If he can’t get through to you it’s likely that he doesn’t know Scott isn’t with us.‘’

‘’Maybe we don’t need the Professor to know where Scott is.’’

‘'What do you mean, Bobby?’’ Jean asks.

Gesturing to the left wall, Bobby says, ‘’Look at that.’’ There’s a mesh of devices hooked onto the wall panel, a few of them skimming the ground after the earlier telekinetic battle, wires trailing after them. Just below the roof, there’s a row of screens, linked to the exterior’s camera. Whilst most of them, show dark sky and grey clouds, the occasional bird breezing past, the furthest one looks half broken, a white blur eating away at half the feed.

Squinting Jean realises it’s not broken, the camera is embedded in a bed of snow, leaving only a sliver of the outside world visible. The mountainous hills in the background lets them know where they lost it, the Alaskan Hydra base. ‘’Hank, can you zoom in further?’' Complying he hits a button, the feed freezes for a moment before the image focuses in, blurring before it clarifies, revealing Scott Summers, bruised and blind but alive.

‘’We need to turn around.’’

‘'Jean, we can’t do that. I don’t even know if we have enough fuel.’’

‘’Hank, he’s right there. And night’s falling, he could freeze to death. He’s alone we can’t just leave him.’'

‘’He’s not alone.’’

‘’What.’' Jeans turns back around at the sound of Bobby’s voice, not acknowledging the subtle shift in his emotions she’d been unable to detect until now. The feed had been quietly projecting the sound of howling winds from the scene, the noise drowning out everything else. Now a crunching is relayed into their jet, slowly getting louder until sturdy purple boots enter the frame, the rustling sound of a cape accompanying them.

Jean’s throat goes dry like she’s spent the day in the desert rather than frozen mountains. She watches as the figure, the man she’s fought tooth and nail with many times, lower himself down to Scott’s level, one hand shifting to his face. Minor movements signal Scott’s finally awake. After a few seconds, harrowing moments where Jean envisions a metal fragment being wedged into his chest, Magneto rises, Scott held in his arms, red glasses now on.

Then without warning a verbal hurricane erupts in her skull. Crying out, Jean jerks forward, hands clutching her head as voices ring in her ears, the thoughts of the X-men barging down her telepathic walls. Their worries and confusion infiltrating her mind, their words drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in her ears. Quietly, barely in the background, she can hear a symphony of thoughts from the small town miles below the jet, she hears the child calling out their dog’s name and the father looking for his car keys.

Seconds later, a familiar presence peeks into her mind, the barrier once holding him back now gone, the professor quietens the voices and injects calm with a single nudge of his power. His presence is firm but gentle as he routes through her mind, catching up on the events of the day. Finally, she feels him, poking at her occipital lobe, till he can see the screen before her. The silence stretches long enough that Jean worries he’s been barred from her mind again until he says the name none of them had dared to utter, ’Magneto.’

Hi hope you don't mind I've tagged a few people that liked chapter 1. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters. @rbookgirl23 @stormxpadme @morallyambigousgreyon @sunriseseance

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[thunderandsage]

peak tos fics

(aka fics that just get the original series in all it’s flaws and strengths and vibes, list may be updated as i read more stuff)

Be Still My Beating Heart by mystery_ink - janice rand and t'pring-centric, look we all know that tos doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to the way they treat female characters and instead of sweeping it under the rug this fic takes hold of some of those worst moments and examines them (including rand’s assault in “the enemy within”), also i found it shortly after this post so clearly some great benevolent divine interference was in play, I CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS ENOUGH

It Goes On, This Embrace by maryshelley - harboring Spock’s katra takes a toll on Mccoy’s mind—or: the search for spock remix that’ll take a hatchet to your heart, really digs into all the fear and love and determination and grief of the character dynamics and turns up present emotions all the way to eleven, the writing is also incredible (for people in the know, it’s a bit of a “harrow the ninth” spin on the search for spock)

K'oh-nar by AlexPrime - wherein spock’s guilt and shame over amok time and general self-loathing get exacerbated by a telepathic species and nobody is having a good time, an insanely rich character study

Point of Divergence by tihsho - a mirror mirror/city on the edge of forever mashup, the author is a genius as they take the core concepts of each episode and weave it into a truly astounding fic that packs more feeling in 3k words than you sometimes find in 300k novels

The Case by tihsho - wonderful worldbuilding of vulcan society and pon farr, takes the difficult route of staying true to the characters’ imperfections and honestly the fic is much the more bittersweet and interesting for it

Sometimes Things Are Better From A Distance by PunishedPyotr - explores the aftershocks of dagger of the mind in a genderswapped universe, explores the exploitation of mind-warping technology and consent (or lack thereof)—vy interesting both in the way it acknowledges how genderbending the characters makes the story appear different and how implanted false memories are honestly a nightmare to work around

[greengoddesssmoothie]

Summary: “Spock has spent most of his life ostracized for being ��other.” Amongst Vulcans, he’s the most human. Amount humans, he’s the most Vulcan. The Enterprise has provided him with a unique environment, and he finally feels safe enough to experiment with showing his authentic self. That is, until an accident on an away-mission damages his emotional control.

His closest friends rally to help him, but he starts to suspect the rest of his crewmates, and his human mother, prefer this damaged version of himself. There’s also the issue of keeping certain feelings hidden from his captain…”

This chapter contains: Bones v Sarek FIGHT!!!, Uhura my love (she's in it for a split second but she Gets Shit Done), double the angst, and TWO IDIOTS WHO CAN'T SAY "I LOVE YOU" NORMALLY

[sleepymccoy]

Okay so something happened in the trekdom (is that a term anyone has ever used)

I think spirk got canonised?? Or something?? And I assume that as my certified Trekkie Mutual you feel some kinda way about this. you’re a Spones shipper but still how we doing?

I'm sure someone's used trekdom! It makes sense as a word regardless

I appreciate the Trekkie certification lol

Yeah dude, look. Most of the fandom is big into spirk so like people enjoying that romance is par for the course! I got nothing against spirk, it's just a bit of a boring dynamic so I don't really spend time on it. Too healthy for my tastes. Spones is way more juicy, it's got the tension and the sort of different world views that you see in good omens, so it's fun!

To be clear tho, spirk is as canon as it's ever been. Strong subtext, but in the way that a homophobe could watch it and say well they're just good friends. Nothing has changed in that sense, it's just another bit of footage doing more of the same. It's less gay than a lot of the original series, but it's new and shiny so on a surface level i get the excitement

Shatner, who plays Kirk, has done this as a non canon short film. It's apparently considered as canon as the novels? Which is like, not much. Most people don't engage. I haven't really looked into that, im not gonna watch it cos it kind of pisses me off

The thing that really fucks my goat about it is that the guy who plays Spock died a while ago, and didn't get along with the guy who plays Kirk. But the guy who plays Kirk has funded and produced and managed this whole thing to be about his character and his importance, regardless of the wishes of the original Spock actor. Including literally doing someone up in prosthetics to look more like Nimoy. Not just Spock generally, but specifically Nimoy's Spock. Nimoy was involved in star trek films in his late life, and he didn't choose to do this when he was alive. Only after his death has Shatner forced this to happen

That's what's leaving a really bad taste in my mouth. And I feel like people are either not accepting Nimoy's death and are happy to see him puppeted by someone he disliked, which makes me pity them. I work in aged care so I know I'm more comfortable with death than the average, but like. This is a bit fucking dark, no? It's maudlin, let him rest in peace for fucks sake.

That, or they don't mind the manipulation of his image if it tickles their ship, which makes me dislike them. And I don't think I'll really get over that any time soon, it's so disrespectful. And those are both negative feelings, so I'm kind of generally not pleased about my dash rn

I'm trying to take an angle of being about McCoy cos he doesn't feature in the short and that feels wrong. Spock-centric stuff is feeling a little tainted right now, but I'm sure that'll pass. Fanart is different to this kind of image stealing, but it's still weird for me rn. And as much as I love Kirk, I can't remove him from Shatner and his megalomania right now. I hope that'll pass, but I don't think Shatner's gonna stop here so. Hm.

Besides I like McCoy and he's not complicated by all this so I'm just continuing to play in my little sandbox

It's a weird time for trekdom. There's a bit of a rift, and not down shipping lines. I'm seeing a lot of posts working through their complicated feeling around the disrespect inherent in stealing Nimoy's face for Shatner. And I'm seeing other people celebrate the disrespect cos their ship held hands and that makes it worth it.

I'm hoping people overwhelmingly calm down a bit in a week, get a bit embarassed about how pleased they were over something so gross, and it just sort of goes away. Then we can all go back to having a go at Shatner for his constant sexism and homophobia

At least it's not fucking AI tho!

[muirmarie]

Me: I joke about writing the same McCoy centric story over and over again in different ways

Me: and like. I love doing it and imma keep doing it because it makes me happy.

Me: but also. I do sometimes wonder if it's like. A little Much.

Me: like maybe I should branch out or something

Me: [reads another fundamental and extremely insulting misread of McCoy's character by someone who is clearly making a Choice to cast McCoy as the villain, because they have to get him out of the way of spirk, because they're too???? idk immature??? to realize that even when you're in a relationship with one person, other ppl can and SHOULD still be important to you]

Me: lmao I hope I AM too much actually!!!! I hope it is 100% obnoxious how much I love that doctor!!!!! Time to write more versions of the same story of McCoy being forced to realize that he is loved and cared for!!!!!!

Me: I KNOW MY NICHE AND IMMA DIE IN THAT NICHE, THANKS

[olderthannetfic]

(This got longer than intended, sorry!)

On the topic of canon vs fanon: I have just finished watching Star Trek: TOS (only the series, no movies yet), and have promptly acquired like five ships simultaneously (can't be trusted around too many characters apparently, for I'll immediately throw them all into some pot and then draw out name-combos and start shipping them lol). I know your blog is not Trek-centric, but I thought maybe your followers might know the answer to the following question.

Is the hand-holding = kissing in Vulcan culture thing fanon? I haven't found anything that explicitly or implicitly stated that it's making out or kissing specifically in canon, only that hands are very important to Vulcans, and that hand gestures carry great meaning for them, according to Memory Alpha (the website, not the library) or more specifically according to its article on Journey To Babel, where it said that Mr Lenard and Ms Wyatt consulted with Mr Nimoy and he told them about the importance of the aforementioned hand stuff, which apparently lead to them creating the little hand-holding-with-two-fingers gesture.

I've stumbled upon multiple posts where people said that nurse Chapel was sexually assaulting Spock by holding his hand, and that confuses me quite a bit. (This combo is among my acquired ships, as is Kirk x Spock and McCoy x Kirk x Spock, among others, so seeing those posts made me a bit sad lol. I haven't posted or reblogged anything for TOS or Trek in general yet, and am a bit scared to, since there seems to be quite some ship rivalry, and I feel a bit lost as a multishipper who likes the appeal of multiple "rival" ships.)

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I don't recall where that one comes from. Trek does have a sprawling mass of canon though, so I can't promise it is or stayed fanon if that's how it started.

Like... the two Klingon dicks thing was fanon, but it just got made canon recently.

[c4t1l1n4]

What fanfic idea would you be most interested in reading? Poll below.

TOS!McCoy goes into AOS verse. TOS!McCoy takes over for a bit because AOS!McCoy is currently sick with xenopolycythemia and he’s exhausted/overworked and he hasn’t told anyone yet and TOS!McCoy cures him.

TOS, Spones-heavy McSpirk. All Our Yesterdays cave scene rewrite where Spock doesn’t get side tracked by Zarabeth and just frets over McCoy. After they get back to the ship, McCoy and Spock talk about their swapped insults/bickering and McCoy apologies. Spock explains that he knows he doesn’t mean it and only does it in front of him/is really knowledgeable and respectfully around other Vulcans/never embarrasses him.

TOS, McSpirk. Inspired by Plato’s Stepchildren. Team comes down to help and when they try to leave, aliens want to keep McCoy for his extensive medical knowledge. McCoy and team all refuse. Instead of embarrassing mind control, the aliens just kidnap/trap/knock out and tie up McCoy and tell team that he has decided to stay with them. When team asks to talk with him about it, aliens say he doesn’t want to see them and they gets suspicious. They find him locked up and eventually escape.

TOS McSpirk. Kirk is accused of not being able to take care of his partners by aliens who see size as a means of status/wealth/ability to provide because McCoy and Spock are both skinny. He is challenged to prove that he can take care of them/cares about them and Kirk ends up confessing his love for both of them in front of them. Later, Kirk goes to apologize and understands if they don’t feel the same but they’ve both already decided they want to all be together.

TOS, McCoy centric, probably background McSpirk tbh. 5+1 (ish) 1 time McCoy saves the life of an alien creature and 5 times they save his life in return.

TOS, bonded Spirk. The Enterprise has a meeting with new alien race and Jim has to go but Spock is injured from a previous mission and confined to sickbay. Aliens ask where Kirk’s “other half” is and don’t want to have the meeting without him being “fully there.” Kirk explains that Spock is injured but Starfleet wanted to prioritize this meeting. Aliens are offended on behalf of Kirk and insist that meeting is delayed until Spock has recovered.

[t0ast-ghost]

S2 episode 14 (Wolf In The Fold) the description sounds interesting and I’m wondering what a Scotty centric story will be like:

- Imagine if instead they went to a drag show

- “Do you like her, Scotty.” Personally, the closeups on their faces are making me uncomfortable

- Embarrassing yourself at the strip club

- “Relax and enjoy yourself.” The ending of that sentence is soo mumbled

- The idea that Scotty would just hate all women is.. they cannot be serious

- “She’s dead, Jim.” MOMENT

- right “therapeutic shore leave” yeah.

- Guys… Scotty doesn’t know.

- “Kirk to enterprise.” Awesome theme plays “Spock here.”

- TWO! WE GOT TWO “She’s dead, Jim.” ’s

- Okay so it’s obviously the wife and she’s making Scotty forget

- Oh my god poor Scotty (I know it’s not him so just poor man)

- The video quality and colours are really off in this episode

- Kirk conferring with Spock over the phone like ‘wtf do we do’

- Sybo’s scream was so strangely cut away from

- Okay not Sybo, so it’s the prefect

- Death by slow torture?!? WHAT

- lmao Montgomery

- Spock is listening to the prefect and Jaris talk like what the h-fuck is going on

- How would any of them, especially the prefect, know who Jack the Ripper is. Like I didn’t know for years

- “But Sybo said that it feeds on death.” “In a strict scientific sense, Doctor, we all feed on death, even vegetarians.” Spock now is not a time to be flirting with McCoy

- What is Rigel IV. I think I keep hearing about it but not seeing it

- “He’s dead, Jim.” THREE IN ONE EPISODE. We’re winning tonight

- When I’m working on the enterprise and I hear terrifying laughter over the comms and then Captain Kirk says “Stay at your posts and remain calm. Captain out.” I feel so assured

- “Bones, what’s the sedative situation?” “I’ve got some stuff that would tranquillize an active volcano.” That’s terrifying. Bones McCoy is terrifying. I wish he could do my top surgery.

- Kirk’s little spaceship belt <3

- Teeheehee

- I want Hengist’s voice to say “your mother.”

- Did they just fucking tranquilize Sulu?!?

- “Compute, to the last digit, the value of pi.”

- Kirk ordering Bones to take the tranquilizer cause he wants him to be safe from the fear feeding entity

- If the tranquilizer doesn’t work, you get a nerve pinch

- Bones looking at Spock and Kirk taking Hengist down like “awee look at my boyfriends :)))”

- KYLE I LOVE HI.

- They’re all so smiley

- Jim stays behind to watch over his crew because Spock won’t go to a ‘cafe’ with him

Interesting ending… I can’t believe this started as a murder mystery and ended with everyone high off tranquilizers.

Masterpost

Episode written by Robert Bloch