words that strangers put in our mouths

dee-lirious

#someday in the future #he’ll finally finally fuck up #just a little #and sulu will be there#and he will whisper #apropos of nothing #’have /you/ disengaged the external inertial dampener??? #and like #moonwalk out of there

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superwhoavengelockandme:

#i feel this is a good representation of a period

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damnromulans:

Wherever the art of medicine is loved, there is also a love of humanity.

 #bones is the embodiment of the scary side of compassion #the kind of compassion that will actively try to kill you if you don’t shut up and take your medicine #the tireless and never-failing kind of compassion that you start to learn to expect and reluctantly welcome #the kind of compassion that makes you break out into a cold sweat when you realized you bruised yourself during that last mission #the kind of compassion that can find you even when you’re trying to hide your bruised face behind your humongous security officer #star trek #leonard mccoy

enterprisingly:

thorlokid:

x

#i am DONE #i am DONE WITH THIS WHOLE FANDOM #I AM DONE WITH THESE BOYS #I AM DONE WITH IT #she said loudly #slamming her hand down on the table #(she lied)

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agreeablecomics:

Comics great Carmine Infantino died today at age 87. He drew one issue of DC’s Star Trek comic, a flashback entitled “Uhura’s Story.” He was inked by series regular Ricardo Villagran.

These are two pages of original art from that issue from my private archives. In the pantheon of the man’s work, this was a minor gig, a way to pay the bills after his peak had passed, but buying these pages helped me connect to two of the things I love most.

Click here to view them at a larger size and download a .tiff, if you so desire.

okay so i know this doesn’t fit in with reboot canon technicallybut it TOTALLY fits in my heacanon in which uhura and bones are total bestiesbonding over idiot heroic other halvesboth with impeccable tastes in booze/musici like to imagine that at some point during the mission they like collaborate on a paper or somethingthat like makes the universal translator about 16000 times better or somethingand everyone is like ‘where did that come from????’everyone being jim mostlybecause spock is totally unsurprised by uhura seeking out the only other person on the crew as brilliant as she iseven if he does find mccoy illogical as a person he can’t dispute his intelligencejim on the other hand is like ‘THEY ARE SPENDING SO MUCH TIME TOGETHER HOW ARE YOU DEALING WITH THIS’in fact he confronts uhura about it but like in a really roundabout waylike ‘bones is pretty great does spock have competition??’and she just laughs her fucking ass off and suggests that jim go and ask the good doctor why spock doesn’t have any competitionand whilst he’s at itask himself why he cares so muchand the next time she goes to visit bones he cracks open his oldest best bourbon and he’s two glasses in before he can say ‘thanks’and uhura just smiles and presses a kiss to his cheekthat is the story of how uhura pulls everyone’s heads out of their asses and is also the best person everxoxo

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gyzym:

radiophile:

The Irrefutable Truth about Demons (2000)

#BATH TUB IN GEORGIAAAA #AND JIM WANDERS IN FROM WHATEVER HE’S DOING AND SMELLS IT STRAIGHT AWAYYYY #AND RUNS UP THE STAIRS AND TAKES ONE LOOK AT BONES AND WANTS TO FUCKING WAIL HE’S SO TURNED ONNNNN #AND THEN THERE’S SHOTGUNNING AND SEX #haaahaha that last gif with the little flick of his tongue haaahahahahahaaaaaa (via damnromulans)

“Lemme guess,” Jim says, folding his arms over his chest as he leans against the doorframe, “it’s medicinal.”

Leo, three tokes in and not much inclined towards feeling defensive about it, just shrugs the shoulder that isn’t submerged in his bath and lifts the joint to his lips again. It’s still burning from his last hit, canoeing a little up one side but not enough to faze him; he sucks in a breath, sharp and fast, doesn’t pull his mouth away until a few ashes have fallen into the water. When he draws the smoke into his lungs he holds it there for a long minute, eyes closed, enjoying the tightness in his chest until it becomes unbearable before he tips his head back and exhales, releasing the smoke in a long, thin stream. 

Jim is staring at him, at the joint, all his flagrantly faked nonchalance gone in favor of sharp-eyed interest. Leo grins at him lazily, says, “Guess that depends on what’s ailing you, don’t it?” 

“Ha fucking ha.” Jim rolls his eyes but he’s moving, too, folding himself down on the floor next to the tub and leaning his head back just next to Leo’s elbow. “You’re a laugh riot, Bones, have I ever told you that?” 

“Don’t pander,” Leo says. It’s not really the full sentence he was after, but the warm water’s relaxing and his skin’s starting to fit a little different, a little easier than it usually does; anyway, he knows Jim knows what he means. “And open up.” 

“He shares,” Jim says, mock-wondering, but there’s a smile in the way his eyes crinkle as he tilts his head towards Leo, closes his lips around the joint Leo holds to his mouth. He inhales so hard that the burning paper creeps uncomfortably close to Leo’s fingers, but Leo doesn’t flinch and Jim doesn’t cough, just draws in a second, deeper breath before he moves to crouch on the bathroom floor. 

“Oh,” Leo says softly, “so that’s how you want to play it,” and he lifts his free hand, dripping wet, and slides it into Jim’s hair, drawing him close. When Jim’s mouth seals over Leo’s he exhales, and Leo draws it in, everything Jim’s letting go; he’s just stoned enough that it feels staggering, monumental, to be to do this, to be able to hold in his lungs something Jim’s already breathed. When Jim pulls back and Leo releases what little smoke remains back out into the world, it feels like an ecstasy, like a loss. 

“You are so fucking blazed right now, aren’t you,” Jim says, not a question, fondness tugging at his vowels and the corner of his mouth as he plucks the joint from Leo’s hand. “You degenerate.” 

“Takes one,” Leo says, and watches through lidded eyes as Jim sits and  hits the joint again, head resting against the rounded edge of the tub. 

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leighway:

#I love how bones grabs Jim in the second one #like ‘no we are not doing that’ #’move your ass jim’ #’she will eat you for breakfast are you kidding me right now?’

and i love how uhura doesnt even glance overlike ‘gotta go find my boyfriend tell him he FUCKED IT UP oh jesus theres kirk’‘oh thank god mccoy has him he’s not going to burn down the hangar at least’

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