You look like the cat that swallowed th’canary.
[ She leans forward, burying her nose into the crook of his neck and inhaling what is pure Jim. He’s pure comfort, a sense of familiarity after a day too damn weird to even comprehend. Bones sighs, pressing feather-light kisses on his skin, fingers still tight on his uniform. ]
Oh, y’know. One minute I’m a guy, the next… this.
[ The dry sarcasm is certainly not appreciated. ]
Definitely wasn’t a woman this mornin’, Jim. Must’ve been cursed ‘gain. Could be worse, though. I mean, I was just readin’ reports, getting updates on some new Andorian physiology, and then I’m a woman. Nothin’ wrong with that, I’m just…
[ A helpless sigh and a shrug. ]
Yeah, well… It’s not everyday I get two lovers in one, Bones. I mean.. I’ve never got t’love you as a woman. It’s gonna be fun, you know?
[His smirk was legendary, and he pressed a few kisses into her hair, truly amused at the way Bones still fit him, even being smaller and female. He holds her close, and that’s how he knows that no matter what form Bones is in, he’ll still be his Bones. The calm that always overtakes him when he’s with his best friend has already taken effect as they stand there.]
Little can be good too… For instance, if we wanted to share your chair over there, there’s a lot less chance that will break it again.
[He pulled away and started tugging her towards her office chair, fingers entwined with hers.]
When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:
- Take. Your. Time.
- If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that
- If you have muse for another character? Guess what; you can reply to that too.
- If you’re getting feels for another ship?
OMFG. YOU H0R.No, seriously. You can reply, lmfao.
- If you’re overwhelmed with other threads? It’s okay; seriously. I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you. You get to ours when you can.
- If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above. I don’t hate you. I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true
Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.
Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love. Dearly. And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).
RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies. Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.
Take your time means take your time - It’s YOUR character, your blog. You reply to who you want, okay? <3
"Long as people stop staring at you, ‘s fine with ,me. But they’re lookin at you like you’re a piece a meat an it’s beginnin to piss me off." He groused, leaning in to nose at Jim’s jaw, leaving a small kiss there.
"Dunno how they’d ever get to my piece of meat with you sitting so close," he grinned, tilting his head just slightly to give ease to Bones’ kisses.
it’s not my fault you post awesome things that i just have to reblog okaylays down
all I do is sit here and reblog and leech inspiration from people awesomer than me
i get my awesomeness from other people
i have none of my own
AU - Leonard McCoy and James Kirk don’t meet on the shuttle. They meet after they’ve both entered the Academy. Namely, a small bar just off campus.
The kid’s the hottest thing in the bar right now, Leonard discovers. Women (and even some men) are starting to gravitate towards the cadet with piercing blue eyes, a killer smile and fuck me jeans. Leonard licks at his upper lip and he can almost taste the other man’s sweat as he fucks him into his mattress. The hunger forms in his lower stomach as he slowly takes the shot of tequila.
The cadet finally notices he’s staring at him, blue eyes wide in faux innocence but Leonard knows otherwise. Blue eyes (he’s dubbed him) coyly nibbles on his bottom lip, sipping at his drink. Their eyes never break contact and Leonard smirks, downing another shot of tequila and Mandy (Marsha? Melissa) is prattling in his ear.
"Leonard? Leonard!" She calls after him but he’s already forgotten about her, making his way to the bar, towards Blue Eyes.
Blue eyes smirks, hightailing out of the bar.
Cat and mouse it is.
And later, when he’s caught the mouse, he licks his way up the other man’s neck while he fucks him into the mattress.
He tastes just as sweet as he though he would
8. My muse has poisoned themselves (accident or purposeful, up to the mun.) and become very ill while alone with your muse.
It was fortunate for Spock that Jim had a lot to say, so that his own silence was not noted. He had hoped that the Captain would have forgotten about their weekly chess match — or else have been too busy for it — but as the saying went, he had no such luck. The poison Spock had formulated and ingested (created thanks to one of Sulu’s beloved exotic plants) mere minutes before Jim’s arrival had yet to take effect. He wondered if it would be considered indecisive of him to hope that it would not do so until after the game. He willed his hand not to shake as he moved his queen to take one of Jim’s rooks.
"Please…excuse me a moment, Jim," he half-muttered as he stood with none of his usual grace, knees bumping the table and sending chess pieces toppling. He barely made it to their shared bathroom before he was heaving. Cramps rippled painfully through his abdomen as he vomited a terrible combination of bile and blood into the toilet. He knew that his body was attempting to expel the toxins — Vulcan biology was efficient in that way — but he had also done his best to ensure that the poison would be effective despite this fact.
When he could no longer bring anything up, Spock curled onto his side on the bathroom floor. Shivers wracked his frame, and he hoped that the end would come swiftly — and without Jim’s intervention.
Jim blathered on just like normal, but he had noticed that Spock wasn’t saying much. If anything, the Vulcan looked a bit green, and not in a good way. More like a sickly green, like a fading plant in winter. But he was still playing, still moving his pieces. He didn’t suspect anything was truly wrong until Spock made a very illogical move on the board, and then excused himself very clumsily from the table, actually stumbling into the bathroom.
"Spock?" he called, getting his comm out just in case. He got up as well, and started for the bathroom, when he heard a horrific sound, the sound of someone vomiting all of their internal organs. "McCoy get your ass to Spock’s quarters, now!” he roared into his comm, running at the door and typing his code into the pad outside of the bathroom door. “Spock, open the goddamn door! What the hell is going on!?” he yelled, slamming into the door when his code didn’t work. “Spock!! Spoooock!” he cried, running at the door over and over until he felt it begin to budge slowly.
"I need Security and Medical up to the First Officer’s quarters now! Bones, where the hell are you??"
without looking, put a number between 1-42 in my ask box! [grab bag edition]
27. He was a punk, she took ballet, what more can I say?
When Leonard went to pick up his little girl from ballet class (for the first time- Jocelyn normally ferried her to and from dance classes) he was both surprised and alarmed to find out the teacher was a man. And a hot man at that.
No wait. He didn’t mean that.
As Joanna went to get her things, Leonard looked sideways at him. He was the only parent left, as the kids in her class had already gone home, and so he had to be careful not to get caught. “C’mon Jo,” He urged his daughter, trying not to stare at the very hot dance teacher.
Jim had noticed that one of his better students, Joanna, had been waiting for an awfully long time by the door of the studio, and since he’d cleaned up as best he could, and only had his cool down stretches to do, so he padded over to her, smiling gently. “Hey, JoJo, want to cool down with me?” he asked, kneeling down to her level.
Before she could agree or deter him, a very tall man with stubble on his face walked in, Joanna seemed to recognise him, so Jim let him .”Uh, I’m gonna need you to sign here for her. Since you aren’t her normal pick up,” he told him, pulling a notepad out of his jacket. “And I should get your phone number too, just in case,” he grinned.
If he winked too, well.. There was nothing to be done about that.
After handing him a pen as well as the pad, he started stretching out right there. curving his back as he bent down to wrap around his toes.
well you look beautiful, so there. I mean you look enchanting all the other days as well, don’t get me wrong. But you are right that picture came out well.
casually falls over onto you
covers you with love and kittens
Had Spock been aware that Sybok was present at his father’s estate on New Vulcan, he would never have responded to T’Pau’s summons. It was illogical, but he was not ready to face his half-brother. He had not seen Sybok since he was eleven years old — when Sybok had abandoned them to embark on some fruitless search for the mythical Sha Ka Ree. He had deemed this expedition more important than their family, more important than his relationship with Spock, and for that Spock had never forgiven him.
Vulcans were not supposed to hold grudges, but for Spock, who had so few friends in his childhood (Vulcans were not supposed to need friends, either), the loss of Sybok was a blow. A wound which had never healed.
When he arrived, he was met with a large grin from his half-brother. It caused an unexpected lance of pain that wasn’t quite physical. The child in him wished to run to him, to embrace Sybok as he had done all those years ago. But the child was overtaken by the adult, the First Officer, and he merely nodded. He did not even raise the ta’al. Sybok did not deserve it. Instead, he turned to Jim.
"Captain. Shall we return to the ship?"
Knowing what he did now, it made sense that Sybok had talked to him for so long about so much. He hadn’t realised that anything he felt for Spock would be obvious in the way he spoke about him, but he’d wanted to know things that the half-Vulcan wouldn’t tell himself. But instead, apparently, he’d said far too much to the wrong person. He half wanted to just slip away, and let the two brothers duke it out, but the look on Spock’s face worried him, simply because.. well. There was actually an emotional expression on his face.
He was even more shocked that Spock didn’t greet his brother in the traditional way. He would have to ask about that too, once he could get Spock to agree to a night on the town , figuratively speaking of course.
"Thanks for coming to get me, Mr. Spock. You’ve met my new acquaintance, right?" he asked, wanting to stick around for a moment longer.