McCoy: "There's A Thin Line Between Being A Genius And A Complete Idiot."McCoy: "Jim And Spock Use That

McCoy: "There's a thin line between being a genius and a complete idiot." McCoy: "Jim and Spock use that line as a jump rope."

Help please!!!

Artists of all varieties, ✍🏼🎨🎤🎸🎧🎼 what do you do when you feel uninspired or just creatively blocked??

public libraries should have a fanfiction section

I’m just saying, like I spend a lot of time in the library anyway, but with a fanfiction section, I would live there

Can we see the Fluffy?!?!?

please 🙏

if you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3 (absolutely no pressure)

I didnt have my first friend in the same grade that stayed my friend until 4th grade

My Choir teacher was in a hallmark movie

My favorite class is band

@hold-my-dr-pepper @somewhatcompetent @beechaotic @angel-and-the-serpent @babyqueenfangirl @definitelynotriana @smokee-bee (Sorry smokee!)

Indoor Catch

No particular pairing, gn!reader

⚠️: no warnings

word count: 357

Where the hell you got your hands on a tennis ball, Kirk and Bones will never know and Spock won’t care, but Chekov is all in for a game of catch on the bridge. It was a rare occurrence really, but nothing had happened today, on bridge, in the medbay, or anywhere on board for that matter. So you did what you do best, be bored and then cure boredom. At about 11 this morning you had run back to your quarters to grab a ball that you remembered you had stuffed away in a box. When you came back and waved the tennis ball around a bit, Chekov reacted like an excitable puppy, and even Kirk popped his head up for a moment. You and Chekov had enthusiastically been playing catch for an hour and a half, he had missed his catch a couple of times, but that was still better than Sulu who was sleeping at his station and just let the ball ricochet off his head (although was he really letting it happen if he was in such a deep sleep he was snoring???) A few times Uhura had even intercepted, meanwhile Spock spectated and occasionally asked questions. You could only play simple catch for so long though. It eventually devolved into seeing who could bounce it off the most things without breaking anything. The answer was you and the game was quickly put to an end by Scotty when Chekov broke his coffee mug. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the man more upset, there was still even coffee in the mug when it shattered over his console, which was another matter. Scotty made you and Chekov clean his console, when you asked why you had to help he said “because you started this devil game” You couldn’t really argue with that, well you could, but at your own risk. After that incident Kirk had confiscated the ball, with a few protests, then Spock confiscated it from him with even more protests because once Spock had it all hope was lost. Ah well, you would just have to hope for an emergency now.

This is definitely a reflection of my own boredom

Any Chance?

Leonard McCoy x gn!reader

⚠️: umm, there’s almost a mugging 🤷‍♀️

Word count: 485

It was a beautiful night really. The stars were shining brightly, there was a beautifully soft breeze, and the moon was reflected on the water. A stunning night out on shore leave with Leonard. Unfortunately, I could never seem to have anything nice for more than a few moments. We were walking across a bridge when a Klingon ran up to us, phaser in hand, and demanded our money. “Right, cause that’s gonna happen” I muttered to myself as I decked the guy. I really have no idea what came over me, I mean the man had a phaser for Christ’s sake. And what do I do? I take one of the biggest risks of my life and hope I land a good enough hit to knock him out. It must be my lucky night because he went down hard. I can feel Leonard staring, I look over to see him standing stock still, his mouth wide open. “Don’t do that, you’ll catch flies” I tell him. “You don’t get to tell me what not to do, you just clocked a Klingon who had a phaser pointed at you!” He whisper yelled at me. We walked in shocked silence for a few moments. Suddenly Leonard stopped, I turned back to look at him, “I’m not sure if I wanna kiss you or push you over” Leonard let slip plainly, taking a quick glance over the side of the bridge. “Is there any chance I get to pick?” I asked hopefully, with what I hoped was a pleading look in my eyes. “Not even a snowball’s chance in hell” he continued to walk, “you’re not even gonna tell me which you’re picking?!?” I was startled to say the least, though fairly certain he wouldn’t push me over because he knew he’d have to retrieve me. It wasn’t long before the sun began to rise, Leonard stopped again, this time turning to me. He pulled me in by the waist “I guess I’ll kiss you” he whispered before he gently put his lips to mine. He was soft and warm as he worked his hands up my sides and began kneading the flesh there. Much to my dismay I was suddenly falling backwards “What was that for?!?” I called up to him once I hit the water, “why should I limit myself, darlin?” He boasted. “What if I couldn’t swim?!” I whined up to him, “But I know you can” he retorted as he came down to the bank of the river to pull me out. “You owe me so many hugs” I told him through chattering teeth. “I can do that” Leonard sounded pleased as punch with himself. “Starting now” I warned just before wrapping my arms around him and giggling. “Gah! Darlin, you’re all wet! Was that necessary?!?” Leonard exclaimed, “shouldn’t have pushed me in if you weren’t prepared for the consequences” I stated simply.