#my goodness!

[beatleswings]

PAUL McCARTNEY, LINDA McCARTNEY, RINGO STARR and ERIC STEWART during the filming for "So Bad". 1983.

[thesconesyard]

Yeehaw!

When the Cactus Blooms

16. Prairie Fire

A wonderful scent filled the house at dinner, and it wasn’t just the meal.

“Trip was a success then?” McCoy asked Sulu as he looked at the vase sitting on the sideboard.

“Always is Doc,” Sulu smiled.

“They are quite beautiful,” Spock said, “and their fragrance is most delightful.”

“This time next year I won’t have to make the trip,” Sulu said as he sat.

“Oh?” Christine asked.

“We’ll have some at the gate.”

McCoy was slow, leaving the dining room behind everyone else. No one noticed when his quick fingers darted out and tucked something into his pocket carefully. He smiled to himself, then headed outside.

He had promised someone he’d make the previous night up to them and he couldn’t wait to begin.

“Nice evening Bones,” Jim said as McCoy stepped out. “Coming to relax?”

McCoy kept his face neutral as he looked over at Jim and Sulu and Chekov, already comfortable on some of the porch chairs.

“Don’t think so Jim, thanks,” McCoy said. He escaped down the porch stairs, but not without hearing Sulu whisper something to Chekov.

McCoy ducked into his cabin for the bottle of whisky he’d taken the night before. Perhaps they’d get to enjoy more than a mouthful this time. The night before had started pleasantly. McCoy had been nervous, but he hadn’t been the only one. Knowing that had made McCoy relax and things had been going a good way until the coyote pup interrupted. Spock had taken care of it when they had returned.

McCoy didn’t know if Spock had released the animal or if he was still caring for it. Either way, McCoy didn’t plan to be interrupted again.

He closed his door and headed past the cabins towards the creek. He couldn’t help grinning at the silhouette he could see waiting by the big tree.

“Hey darlin’,” McCoy called softly as he closed in.

Scotty turned and smiled at him, face and hair glowing in the last rays of the sun. McCoy’s breath caught at the sight.

“Oh wow,” he whispered.

Scotty frowned gently. “What love?” he asked.

“You,” McCoy said. He reached into his pocket and offered the rose he had plucked from the vase in the dining room.

“Oh,” Scotty said in surprise as he took it. “Ye went riding with Sulu too?”

McCoy chuckled at the playfulness that came across.

“Chris won’t notice one missing. She’s got plenty.” He gestured up the creek with his head. “Come on, let’s get out of Jim’s sight. You know he’ll crow on about this forever if he sees.”

McCoy began to walk and Scotty fell into step beside him. A little further and they’d be out of sight of the house and the setting sun would leave them in darkness sprinkled with starlight. McCoy smiled as Scotty’s fingers brushed his. A moment later Scotty’s hand found his purposefully. McCoy gave a squeeze and got one in return.

In no time at all they were settled nearly where they had been the night before, but McCoy’s words failed him. He suddenly didn’t know what to say.

“Beautiful night,” Scotty said softly.

McCoy’s nerves melted away as a laugh bubbled out of him.

“I’ve a feeling it’s going to be beautiful wherever I go with you,” he replied.

“Well,” Scotty breathed out. “Don’t think I’ve got anything good enough to follow that.” He smiled as he looked over at McCoy.

McCoy’s chest warmed and he leaned in towards Scotty, who met him halfway. McCoy’s eyes caught the dance of moonlight on the creek before they closed as his mouth met Scotty’s. He was surprised as he remembered it had only been two nights before when he had cursed his luck at the moon.

A light, cool breeze blew past, but McCoy didn’t notice the chill. He’d slid closer to Scotty and the warmth from the other man was enough. The whisky sat forgotten next to him. Scotty’s hands were around his back and his lips on McCoy’s; McCoy let everything else slip away.

He chased after Scotty’s mouth when he pulled back.

“Do ye smell that Len?” Scotty sounded puzzled.

McCoy shook his head and with his hand behind Scotty’s neck tried to bring him close again. He heard Scotty sniff the air, so he opened his eyes again.

“It’s the rose,” he mumbled, moving back in.

“No,” Scotty said slowly, still holding back. “It smells like smoke.”

“The stove at the house.” McCoy was staring at Scotty’s mouth, wanting it back on his.

“Wind’s wrong love,” Scotty said, beginning to frown.

“Then what?” McCoy asked. Try as he might, a bit of frustration slipped into his voice. They’d been interrupted the night before, couldn’t they have this one?

“Sorry mo ghràdh,” Scotty said suddenly looking back at McCoy.

He pulled McCoy close again and McCoy knew in that instant he would do any and everything Scotty ever wanted. His chest ached with the thought of it; more than it ever had for Jocelyn. Scotty’s lips sent fire pulsing through McCoy and all he wanted was more. He pushed closer and made the kiss deeper.

Another breeze blew past, and a shiver went down McCoy’s back. His brain registered the scent in the air and he pulled back suddenly, Scotty moving forward looking for more this time.

“That is smoke,” McCoy said in surprise. “What the hell?” He frowned as he scanned around them. Quickly he scrambled to his feet and Scotty followed suit.

“The sun’s taking its time tonight,” Scotty said as they looked west. A glow was low on the horizon painting the few drifting clouds above orange.

“No…” Scotty trailed off looking over at McCoy wide eyed.

“That’s not sunset,” McCoy finished for him.

“How far away?”

“Not sure. We should probably let Jim know. Wind’s coming this way.”

“Right,” Scotty said. McCoy heard the slightest note of disappointment.

“We just have the worst luck,” he tried to grin.

“Aye love,” Scotty let out a small chuckle.

“Tomorrow, my cabin, no interruptions,” McCoy smiled.

“Deal.”

McCoy reached down to grab the unopened bottle and then they hurried back to the house. They could hear the voices on the porch chatting and laughing as they got close.

“Hey Bones, where ya been?” Jim called as they climbed the porch stairs. He had raised one eyebrow in a knowing look.

“Shut up Jim,” McCoy grumped at him. “There’s a fire. To the west.”

“That’s what that is!” Uhura cried. “Every time the breeze blows I’ve been smelling something!”

Jim jumped up and made for the front door. “We’ll see what we can tell from up in the attic, but someone get a couple horses ready.”

McCoy heard footsteps hurrying on the porch as he followed Jim inside and up the stairs two at a time. Across the attic they both stopped at the window facing the west.

“Between here and the canyon,” Jim said after staring out the window for a few moments. “Wind isn’t heavy tonight, so it won’t move as fast…”

“But?” McCoy asked after the unfinished thought.

“But we might want to check it out, make sure how big it is.”

“I’ll go with you,” McCoy said. He knew what kind of trouble Jim could get into by himself near a fire.

“What? You don’t want to stay here and go necking with Scotty some more?” Jim grinned.

McCoy’s face burnt as he glared at Jim, struggling to find something to say.

“Took you both long enough,” Jim said as he moved past McCoy, and clapped him on the shoulder.

“You’re one to talk!” McCoy shot back finally. “Least we said something. How long you gonna pine for Spock?”

“Oh. I said something ages ago,” Jim said, looking over his shoulder with a cocky grin. “We just keep it private.”

McCoy stood gaping after him.

“Come on Bones!” Jim called, already heading down the stairs.

McCoy let out a huff, but hurried after Jim.

The smoke got heavier as they rode and McCoy pulled his bandana up over his nose. He looked over in the dim light and saw Jim do the same.

“How d’ya think it started?” he called over. “No one out this way.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Jim said. “Maybe there is. They found Jaylah out this way after her family was waylaid; Sulu found that scrap of fabric… Maybe someone decided there was a cozy spot to hole up.”

“And this?” McCoy gestured in front of them. He saw Jim’s shoulders move.

“Stray spark.”

Jim slowed his horse and McCoy did the same. Even from where they were, none too close, McCoy could hear the whoosh and crackle of the fire. Jim was silent, eyes moving between the fire, the sky and the ranch.

“It’ll miss us,” he finally pronounced.

“You certain?”

“No. But it isn’t strictly blowing from the west. There’s some north to it.”

“What if you’re wrong?” McCoy asked, knowing his eyebrow was raising.

“I’m never wrong!” Jim claimed in mock surprise. “We’ll set a watch to be sure. I’ll take first.”

McCoy coughed, a dry tickle in his throat.

“Let’s get back then and get out of this smoke.”

[4x01]

just finished season 6 of grey’s anatomy

[jesusology]

ok. here's how tomshivgreg can thrive

TOMSHIVGREG?!

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[theres-rue-for-you]

my brother works on a boat so when he rants about his job I can’t take it seriously because he keeps angrily referring to his boss as “captain”. like sorry ur having 19th century sailor problems my guy

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[beatleswings]

PAUL and LINDA McCARTNEY. 1980s. Photos taken by TERRY O'NEILL.

[jacocoon]

I forgive you Joker, U are a good boy

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[noodles-and-tea]

Smooth

[sabertoothwalrus]

ah my favorite zelda game *looks at smudged writing on my hand* Wind Baker

[lesbxdyke]

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

[mosslingg]

life lessons with grunkle ford

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