#smiley mccoy

[iamenits]

The Gamesters of Triskelion

[dear-dolly]

𐬽✿𐬾⇨𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎/𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄! 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞-𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. (𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤)

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢��𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈 𝐑𝐎����𝐊𝐒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐲! 𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 “𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄“ 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐲.

𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐬, 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬?

𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞!

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞.

🎧𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐮𝐳𝐢𝐜.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧! 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲! 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 :).

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞! 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬?

[philtstone]

for the writing meme - Juliet and Lassiter, platonic? :)

this pov is so wildly outside my comfort zone that im in the stratosphere rn and as such i have no idea how i feel about this. that said: tag for 4x09, aka shawn spencers horrible no good very bad day, ft. a scene i am convinced must have happened.

As if the rest of today hasn’t been horrifying enough, when Lassiter gets back to the empty hospital waiting room with the requested 9-p.m.-hail-mary-verge-of-collapse coffee and truly-unwieldy large-sized woman’s purse in his hands, O’Hara is blubbering.

Despite his partner’s bubbly exterior and inexplicable desire to speak with awful regularity about his feelings, she has, since first meeting, more than impressed him with her steel stomach, unflappable cool, and general fortitude in the face of evil, gore, and worldly destruction. Coming head on against the lowest scum of humanity’s underbelly has yet to have cracked her almost belligerent, cotton-candy-wrapped, peach-scented determination to take their job seriously, and it isn’t until right now, right at this exact miserable unfortunate second, that Lassiter realizes: 

Beyond a few stoic cases of Misty Eye and, admittedly, more than a few instances of dreamy girlish exuberance, he has never actually seen Juliet O'Hara cry.

As in, the Real McCoy. Unfiltered feminine waterworks. Mascara smeared down her face, perfect updo unraveling, exhausted, snotty, blubbery sobbing into her dainty little manicured hands.  

Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Mary and Joseph and Christmas and Justice and everything in between.

Lassiter freezes with the coffee and the purse precariously in arm, his exhausted body wedged within the half-open door, and stares at her. 

She stares back, equally frozen. Her watery miserable bloodshot eyes, already in the realm of grotesquely-Disney-princess-flavored large, grow unbearably larger until they achieve the size of small and glassy bluebell colored dinner plates. 

“Oh! C-Carlton,” she squeaks.

Then sniffles.

Her chin is wobbling.

Horror he did not know he was capable of feeling clouds his general consciousness. Panic, borne of a fight-or-flight instinct ingrained into the hard edged fiber of his belligerent being since aged twenty, wells up rapidly within his chest.

Even when confined to an ICU bed with a bullet hole in his goddamn shoulder, Shawn Spencer is still capable of causing him problems. One of these days, Lassiter's going to lock the little twerp up in that smelly corner alcove underneath Dobson’s desk for a full forty-eight hours – maybe more! – just to teach him a lesson.

Except O’Hara would probably disapprove.

Which is exactly the fucking problem, isn’t it.

“O – O’Hara,” he manages to croak, before squeezing with an ungaining shimmy through the rest of the way into the room. He makes it two awkward steps forward before a slow and sad zzziiip sounds out and O'Hara's too-full purse and the tray of coffees in his hands flop forward and overbalance. Fumbling, he tries to fit all the indiscernibly woman-ish bits and pieces of her handbag back together into some semblance of organization so she doesn't think he's gone through her things while also balancing the coffees in his other hand. A tube of lipstick clatters to the floor while a disastrous bundle of frilly pink yarn tangles itself around his arm. He can hear the faint sound of a nurse paging someone over the hospital speaker system and the white lights of the waiting room grate against his eyeballs.

Who carries their knitting in their purse to a car chase?

… O’Hara, he supposes. O’Hara does that. He already knew this about her.

"Goddam -- goddammit."

“... Carlton?” she says again, querulously, in the smallest, most pathetic tone of voice he has ever heard emit from her smiley pink mouth. She looks flustered, almost afraid, like he wasn’t supposed to see her like this.

He probably wasn't. She'd forgotten her bag in the back of Guster's stupid little car, she said not ten minutes ago, and could he please go grab it when he went to get the coffee? She'd stay behind and get started on their ass-load of paperwork. That was the deal! The straightforward, simple deal. Basic series of steps. He'd had to go get the keys from Gus, who'd finally convinced the doctors to let them into the surgery room. Abigail sat beside him, pale and shaken but pleasant. Shawn was sleeping but fine. The purse was half-spilled against the backseat but there. The day was over but not really, because Lassiter had been waiting, hands itching with a vicious twitchiness he hasn’t felt in a long time, to get the hell out of Santa Barbara General so he could head to the station – a place of blessed and reliable familiarity – and book their miserable scum sucking lowlife rat bastard shit stick of a perp away for life. 

Lot of buts today, he thinks. It's a generally unhelpful thought.

“You – coffee – I – here –” He clears his throat, gives up, and lets the twirling trail of little crocheted flowers dangle sadly from his arm. Then he frowns, and straightens up. “O’Hara,” he says, loudly and a little too firmly.

She looks anguished. It’s terrible. 

“I d-didn’t mean – I w-was only just – I’m like, really tired? And sometimes when you’re tired, y-you just n-need to – to cry a little bit, but that’s not –! There’s nothing wron – it’s fine, I am – J-just because he said – and I can't even go in the - it’s not even th-that – n-none of this means – it’s just been a v-very – day, and –”

Somehow the panicked and incoherent babbling is worse.

“Jesus,” is all he can offer, still holding the purse out like a fool.

She squeezes her eyes shut, as if trying to block some horrible and mortifying memory out, and buries her face in her hands again, giving up on her explanation. Her cheeks are red, with embarrassment and probably exhaustion. Lassiter is exhausted, and he’d definitely feel embarrassed if he was her. His stomach churns with discomfort. As he lamely uses the yarn to blot at the dribble of coffee that’s transferred onto his rumpled tie, he notices that his shirt is stained. Dirt and gravel and just one smear of blood, right over his stomach, where Shawn’s hand fumbled as Lassiter and Henry helped him get upright and against the car's vaguely cushioned backseat while they waited for the paramedics. 

He’s not stupid, or blind, no matter what the rest of the world likes to presume sometimes. He knows that whatever juvenile attachment O’Hara has to the Great And Irritating Thorn In His Side goes beyond the platonic and has elbowed itself into something greater than the immature and saccharine attraction that was regularly horrifying and – only sometimes – mildly amusing. Spencer is an idiot; O’Hara is not. 

Doesn’t make any of today feel different, though. 

He feels his shoulders sag. He feels the adrenaline drain out of him. He feels a surge of strange, complicated protectiveness trip over its metaphorical feet and land face-first in the back part of his throat, angry somehow, on her behalf – it’s difficult to explain precisely why – and then, through some cosmic magic that Shawn would probably claim he can commune with and Carlton absolutely does not believe in, his mouth opens of its own accord and her name comes out a second time, with more gentleness than he knew himself genuinely capable of:

“Juliet,” he says. 

Still awkward, and stilted, but maybe three percent less of a disaster. He watches his partner’s – his friend’s – mouth snap shut in surprise. He watches her sniff, and look at him a little desperately, a little lost, like even she’s not sure what to do with whatever horrible and unavoidable human indignity just accosted them. 

Lassiter swallows painfully and casts around for something else to say.

“You – you want a ride home?” he finally lands on.

Thank God: she nods. Exhaling loudly, he holds his arm out and the door open while Juliet scrambles to her feet in those confounding heels and accepts her bulky purse and his poorly-delivered grace with simple, slowly-settling determination. Or maybe it’s just plain relief.

He can work with that, he thinks, before absently raising one of the coffee cups to his mouth and immediately choking on the awful bitter sludge that is her black, one Stevia order.

“Oh, Carlton, this is undrinkable,” he hears her croak beside him, in between his own disgusted spluttering. He wonders miserably if Karen’s already worked her way through the interrogation he was so looking forward to conducting. “You’re going to give yourself a heart attack twenty years premature …”

One of these days, he thinks again, wondering how many Tylenols it’ll take to kick the day’s headache. 

Spencer, chained to that desk armpit.

Forty-eight whole hours.

It’s a blissful fantasy that wouldn’t be possible if the man wasn’t going to be perfectly, one hundred percent alright, but that’s neither here nor there, just now; he said he would get his partner home.

The rest, he'll just have to figure out later.

[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

[very-bad-poetry-captain]

WIP Wednesday! (though it's Thursday... anyway)

Tagged by @appleofmyonlyeye and @ncc1701ohno thank you both💕

I'm not counting my ongoing wip Headspace in this and also I can't reveal the plot for the McSpirk Big Bang fic I'll write, but these are the star trek fics I've started typing!!

Untitled - "love is blind TV show" AU mcspirk

McCoy arrives at a nice resort on an alien planet for some much needed rest after his messy divorce, and accidentally ends up double booked with the filming of the interplanetary version of dating show "Love is blind". The contestants are all split in two by a mysterious alien and Jim, who produces the show, is more than happy to convince McCoy to join the show. There, he meets Spock while talking in the pods... spones with endgame mcspirk!

Clearing his throat, Jim shifts a bit in his seat. They’re in matching seats, something like a mix of a beanbag and an armchair. Threatening to swallow you whole. “Well, the participants aren’t split up in any traditional way, like gender or sexual orientation or anything like that. Instead we’ve got a couple of Minirians dividing everyone.” He waits for the rest of the explanation, but Jim looks finished. “And these Minirians… How are they dividing people?” Surprise colors Jim’s expression. It makes him look younger. “Interested?” He grins, leaning forwards, elbows resting on his knees. “They refuse to explain it. One half is kanschtaar and the other half is tsiirm. I’ve been trying to figure it out but I gave up, so… It’s a blind date show, you know? Like you get to talk to the other half of participants but not see them or describe appearances. So I’m assuming the Minirians can tell somehow that each half won’t be attracted to their own group.” Maybe it’s the stress of a long space flight, or the weirdness of the whole situation, but McCoy is intrigued. A dating show across species? Then he remembers. His divorce was only months ago. He’s possibly hurtling down the path of alcoholism, is already a workaholic, can’t stop twisting and turning his dad’s death in his mind and… He feels, honestly, like a failure of a person. “I don’t think I’m date material,” he mutters, sinking lower into the baggy chair. “Whatever they base it on, it can’t be that at least.” Jim rolls his eyes. “It’s a TV show,” he says. “I mean, not to dismiss anyone’s hopes of finding true love, but… You’re good-looking enough for TV if you’re worried about that.”

2. Untitled - aos x tos crossover mckirk

This is inspired by gunstreet's tos Kirk x aos McCoy (endgame tos spirk) fic called Looking for an interruption which I am only slightly obsessed with and I needed to write an aos Jim x tos McCoy version... with endgame aos mckirk

Jim returns to the mess hall to find Leonard still on his own, though he’s smiling and humming to himself. There are several people watching him warily, and Jim can’t blame them. It’s not that Bones is never happy – it’s just rare to see him looking so pleased. “How’s your coffee?” Jim asks as he sits down opposite him. “Not too bad,” he smiles, taking a small sip. “Good to know my taste buds are the same in this universe, at least.” Blinking in confusion, it takes Jim a moment to realize he’d just punched in Bones’ usual order without even asking. Leonard’s smile takes on a teasing note, and Jim’s cheeks redden at the sight. “Well,” he mumbles, coughing a little. “I should have asked.” “Old habits die hard, as they say,” Leonard waves him off with. He eyes Jim like he wants to say more, but ultimately decides against it. The teasing smile remains, though, visible around the edges of the mug. Jim’s heart beats a little too hard in his chest, and he can’t figure out why. Is he nervous? It’s just Bones. Sure, a slightly older, smiley version of him, but still. He usually has to keep careful count of Bones’ smiles, a rare treasure to be memorized. He’s irrationally jealous of his counterpart for having such easy access to them.

3. mcspirk month

So far I have four oneshots started for mcspirk month but they're all untitled so... here are two (slightly nsfw) snippets (the other two are a bit too short yet to add)

Spock and McCoy get trapped together in a shuttle for several days (they are both dating Jim)

A small voice in the back of his head reminds him that he more than tolerates Spock, but that’s on a good day. He’s having a bad day, currently, and so is Spock. Though he’d never admit it, of course. It’s probably logical to stay calm and wait for rescue, and keep your mood bright while you’re at it. If it weren’t for the clipped tone and occasional dark look, and the way he talks back rather than tell McCoy to relax, he’d believe Spock was unaffected. “We should have made Jim go down with us,” he sighs, rubbing at his cheek with a palm. “He’d make the time pass faster, if nothing else.” “It would have been against protocol to send three of the ship’s most senior officers to a planet prone to unpredictable weather, when only two were needed.” “I’m bored, Spock. To hell with protocol!” Spock turns, then, to face him properly. The shuttle doesn’t have beds installed, only emergency sleeping bags, and so they spend most of their time in the pilot and co-pilot’s seats for comfort. The view outside the windscreen is blocked by heavy rain pelting against it, the sound of it an ominous backdrop to the muted lighting from the emergency light strips just barely allowing them to see each other. In profile, Spock had appeared stoic. Now, his face bathed in shadows, he looks more thoughtful, considering. “May I assume, then, that had Jim been present, you would have spent some time engaged in sexual intercourse?” “You bet your pointed ears we would have,” McCoy grumbles back.

Jim, Spock and McCoy have to dress up according to alien culture for diplomacy reasons...

Spock, of course, takes great care with him, easily slipping the gloves on. When he lifts his gaze to Kirk, there’s something heated in them. Oh. Maybe it’s highly intimate for a half-Vulcan, too. He licks his lips, considering him. “You know, I think Bones could use some help with his, too.” “What? I know how to put on a pair of gloves, Jim.” “I believe Jim knows that, Doctor. I also believe that he wishes to see us both engage in an intimate act under Voresebian culture.” Kirk can’t help but chuckle a bit at being caught out. “Alright, you’ve seen through me. I think we can spare a moment for some fun, can’t we?”

[endeavvor]

❛ he gets no peace in any universe. ❜

🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃

Jim's presence was announced by the intensity of his anger. Storming through the science deck with the intensity of a cyclone. Blowing wind and sideways rain. The stray Lieutenants and Ensigns strewn about the lab wore similar expressions. That of children being taught to count the seconds between the lightning racing across the sky and the thunder rumbling in the distance to determine how far away the storm is.

But the Captain only has eyes for one humanoid being currently perched over an instrument with his eye pressed to a scope. His hand calmly making notes of his observations on a padd beside him. Their last encounter had ended poorly and was still freshly on his mind. The poor chess match and the even poorer sparring in the gym. He hadn't had time to sit down and work through the events before McCoy had passed this little doozy across his desk.

Hand delivered, in person, so Jim was exposed to the exact level of shit eating grin that could be mustered when the color leached itself from the Captain's face. Like an 'I told you so' wrapped in pretty paper with a bow on top.

What was Spock digging for?

The others make themselves scarce, gathering their belongings and scurrying out - though he suspects few will linger within ear shot, curious. Until Lang has the decency to pull the door shut behind him.

"That's rich, but maybe if you didn't make backhanded moves, I wouldn't have to disrupt your work."

As he rounds the work bench, strategically keeping it between them, he tests the limitations of his own tablet by slamming it down on the table.

"Spock, what the hell is this?"

The question is rhetorical, they both know what it is: a release form. Spock requested a full, unredacted copy of his medical records. Despite himself, he had enjoyed the specification on the status of redaction, it proved just how well they had gotten to know each other. Jim would have taken considerable pleasure in proving nothing but a wall of blacked out lines save for his name, age, and date of birth at the top and a carefully crafted message. Leaving a few nonvoided letters to tell the Commander off. With the addition of a smiley face at the end.

"If you want to know something, just ask me."

@fasciinating

[rogersandclarke]

5, 16, 25!

5. an animated film: gertie the dinosaur (1914). this lovely girl was created by winsor mccoy, who also created the brilliant surrealist turn-of-the-century comic strip dream of the rarebit fiend, which depicted the wild dreams of people who overate welsh rarebit too close to bedtime. apparently gertie the dinosaur was “the first cartoon to feature a character with an appealing personality” (letterboxd). she definitely is appealing :)

16. a romance or musical: i talk about all that jazz a lot (or i used to) but i just finished creating a short presentation about the film for class this morning, so that is my musical recommendation to you :) it is so beautiful, opulent, cruel, bitter and hilarious.

25. a film that is approximately 90 minutes long: smiley face clocks in at 84 minutes and is an incredibly fun romp whether you’re high, sober, alone, or with friends ♥️

[the-leech-lord]

STIMBOARD MASTERLIST PART 1

Horror

Freddy Krueger

The Fifth Floor

Slashers

Transfem Leatherface

Chop Top

Camp Counselor Jason Voorhees

Harry Warden

Scream

Buck from Eaten Alive

Dr Andover from Fear Clinic

Erik Destler (1989)

Catboy! Freddy Krueger

Kamen Rider Den-O

Momotaros

Urataros

Kintaros

Ryuutaros

Sieg

Deneb

Ryoutarou

Kamen Rider Build

Kamen Rider Build

Kamen Rider Build Hazard Form

Kamen Rider Grease

Evolt Black Hole Form

Bloodstalk

Kamen Rider Revice

Kamen Rider Revi

Kamen Rider Vice

Kamen Rider Evil / Kagero

Star Trek The Original Series

Jim Kirk

S’Chn T’Gai Spock

Leonard McCoy

Montgomery Scott

Nyota Uhura

Hikaru Sulu

Pavel Chekov

Genderbend Spock

Star Trek The Next Generation

Jean-Luc Picard

William Riker

Data Soong

Geordi La Forge

Deanna Troi

Beverly Crusher

Worf

Wesley Crusher

Q

Q (Anti Stims)

Robert Englund characters

Freddy Krueger from A Nightmare on Elm Street

Willie from V

Blackie from Nightmare Cafe

Buck from Eaten Alive

Dr Andover from Fear Clinic

Smiley from The Adventures of Ford Fairlane

Erik Destler from Phantom of the Opera (1989)

Catboy! Freddy Krueger

Huniepop

Aiko Yumi

Audrey Belrose

Beli Lapran

Jessie Maye

Kyanna Delrio

Lola Rembrite

Nikki Ann-Marie

Tiffany Maye

Celeste

Momo

Venus

Kyu Sugardust

Cringetember

Genderbend - Spock

Fursona - Vance

Goth - Tarn

Self Insert - Questionnaire

OC x Canon - Kaon X Cable

Yandere - Erik Destler

Neko - Freddy Krueger

Tumblr Sexyman - The Warden

Crossover Ship - Elsa X Thrax

Niche Interest - Comic Collecting

Hananaki Disease - Flowerfell Frisk

Maid dress - Tohru

Sailor Uniform - Konata Izumi

Scene - TFA Random Blitzwing

Crossover - Star Trek TOS x Green Lantern

Rainbow - Rainbow Dash

Emo - Mafuyu Asahina

Evil Version of a Good Character - Cupcakes Pinkamena

Edgelord - Underfell Papyrus

Gijinka - Parasect

Hetalia - America

Creepypasta - Laughing Jack

My Little Pony - Princess Cadence

Undertale - Sans & Papyrus

Undertale AU - Errortale Sans

Five Nights At Freddy’s - Withered Bonnie

Vocaloid - Big Al

Invader Zim - Gir

South Park - Tweek Tweak

Soul Eater - Death the Kid

Death Note - L

Masterlist Part 2

[vintagetvstars]

deforest kelley propaganda

https://www.tumblr.com/aenslem/724623727389753344/deforest-kelly-in-star-trek-19661969

https://www.tumblr.com/theyboldlywent/68906840399/id-never-seen-either-of-these-two-first-season

https://www.tumblr.com/aenslem/725010185657155584/deforest-kelley-as-leonard-mccoy-in-charlie

https://www.tumblr.com/awhiteshirt/47620856277/smack-right-in-the-old-heart

https://www.tumblr.com/neyala/58066107729/bones-doing-the-bouncy-thing

https://www.tumblr.com/kirknspock/727105747383697408/bluesergeants-bones-being-a-smiley-boi-in-the

https://www.tumblr.com/hannigraham/55618407124/just-some-bones

https://www.tumblr.com/awhiteshirt/58363738059/this-is-a-big-ship-im-just-a-country-doctor

thank you! the posts have all been queued.

- mod violet

[lboogie1906]

Shawntae Harris-Dupart (born April 14, 1974) known by her stage name Da Brat, is a rapper. Born and raised in Chicago, she began her career in 1992, the year she signed with So So Def Records. Her debut album Funkdafied (1994) sold one million copies, making her the first female solo rap act to receive a platinum certification and the second overall female rap act (solo or group).

She has earned two top ten hits on the Billboard Hot 100, “Funkdafied” and “Not Tonight”. She has had commercial success with other songs including “I Think They Like Me”, “Loverboy” and “In Love Wit Chu”. She has received two Grammy Award nominations.

Her father is David Ray McCoy, a businessman, and her mother, Beverly Calloway, a city bus driver. She is the sister of actress LisaRaye McCoy.

She was featured on the remix of the song “I Think They Like Me.” The song peaked at #1 on the Billboard Hot R&B/Hip Hop Singles chart and #15 on the Billboard Hot 100. She also co-wrote a song called “O.O.C.” which appears on E=MC² and contributes backing vocals on the track. In 2007, she participated in the fifth season of Celebrity Fit Club. In 2011, she did a remix with Kelly Rowland called “Motivation” featuring Lil Wayne. She launched a web series about life after the experience titled “Brat Chronicles: In Transition” on YouTube. She released her new single “Is It Chu?” on iTunes and other digital services. She now works for the Rickey Smiley Morning Show as a co-host (July 2015 – present) and is part of the Dish Nation. She has appeared on The Rap Game, as a mentor to young talent. She joined Growing Up Hip Hop: Atlanta.

She married hair product mogul Jesseca Dupart (2022) and they have one child. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[iamenits]

By Any Other Name

[rcsodak]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage McCoy ,Smiley Face ,White &. Red Coffee Mug 12 oz MCM Pop Art.

[shoegasams]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage McCoy White And Red Smiley Face Coffee Mug 12 oz Mid Mod Pop Art.

[thorvalthalfdan]

DARLENE MCCOY Sings BONE CHILLING TRIBUTE @ Rickey Smiley's Son (Brandon...

[stan-trek]

ok but i wanna ✨run my fingers through his hair✨

IT JUST LOOKS SO SOFT

bones appreciation post

[winchestersheaven]

I just watched the pon farr episode (2x01, Amok Time), and I have... thoughts. What will happen the next time anyone sees Kirk? Or are we just assuming that none of them will, or that no other Vulcan will hear about it? Or will the Vulcan forgive the lie because it was logic? Hmmmmm.

Anyway, I love Spock, but not as much as Kirk and McCoy does.