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some things never change.
edited: because tos without eyeshadow is a travesty
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how did i survive drawing this (x)
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because im a goofy goober and accidentally made angst (x) have a happy back zipper mcspirk
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@muirmarie's tags on this post
You got me writing the start of a fic for you here lol. Features #vague references to broader, undecided upon plot #arguing #arguing like a married couple #cuddling #unacknowledged sexual desire 1.6k
McCoy hit the table in anger and stood up. Vitriolic and far too personal insults rose up in him, but he swallowed them down and left, take the two small steps to the kitchen sink.
Crockery clinked behind him as he glared down at the pool of water in the corner of the uneven basin, saying nothing. The silence broke as Spock took a loud bite of toast, chewing evenly. He was doing that on purpose. McCoy knew it was getting to him too, he’d raised his voice. Not as much as McCoy, but still.
They were barely more than a month in. This was going to be a disaster if they kept arguing over breakfast like this. And then arguing over lunch and dinner, too.
McCoy groaned and pressed his hip against the bench top, crossing his arms. He wasn’t one to apologise over nothing, but he had also spent some time in marriage counseling and, despite how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, this marriage was starting to feel like one, and a bad one. His counseling sessions hadn’t worked. Obviously. Divorced. Remarried, twice now if you wanted to get specific about it. But he still had a few bit of advice that stuck with him.
To not think about what he wanted out of this disagreement - which, really, he didn’t care about. Most of the time he spent arguing with Spock was fun, not serious. This should be fun too, it just wasn’t - but instead to think about what he wanted tomorrow to look like. And how to get to that together.
He’s apologise for a peaceful lunch.
Spock drank from his cup of tea behind him, pointedly unbothered. It was an unconvincing performance.
“Sorry, Spock,” McCoy muttered.
I've written a few more chapters of this, it's fully a spones romance now cos it's in my hands lol. They're so bad at figuring out how they feeeeeeel. They're weaponising wearing wedding rings.
I did it! I finished it! It's like 1am here so I'm not posting now but yayyyy
In order to get a six month scientific posting they want, Spock and McCoy get married. But six months is a long time and they find that being married on paper might not be enough to see them through the lonely nights. Being the professionals they are, this of course doesn't present any further issue. And they definitely don't fuck each other… wait…
10k words. Tags for bed sharing, domestic fluff, first kiss, hand jobs, and implied consent (I think it's clear they're into it, but they don't actually say anything)
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okay but please remember that they wanted shatner to say this at the end of the first movie as a voice over
spoko
THIS is what i’m talking about like what in the??? what the ??? how the fucking???????
butchkirk
YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO REMIND ME OF THIS
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the doctor is in and he’s sick of your whining
bonus:
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@muirmarie's tags on this post
You got me writing the start of a fic for you here lol. Features #vague references to broader, undecided upon plot #arguing #arguing like a married couple #cuddling #unacknowledged sexual desire 1.6k
McCoy hit the table in anger and stood up. Vitriolic and far too personal insults rose up in him, but he swallowed them down and left, take the two small steps to the kitchen sink.
Crockery clinked behind him as he glared down at the pool of water in the corner of the uneven basin, saying nothing. The silence broke as Spock took a loud bite of toast, chewing evenly. He was doing that on purpose. McCoy knew it was getting to him too, he’d raised his voice. Not as much as McCoy, but still.
They were barely more than a month in. This was going to be a disaster if they kept arguing over breakfast like this. And then arguing over lunch and dinner, too.
McCoy groaned and pressed his hip against the bench top, crossing his arms. He wasn’t one to apologise over nothing, but he had also spent some time in marriage counseling and, despite how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, this marriage was starting to feel like one, and a bad one. His counseling sessions hadn’t worked. Obviously. Divorced. Remarried, twice now if you wanted to get specific about it. But he still had a few bit of advice that stuck with him.
To not think about what he wanted out of this disagreement - which, really, he didn’t care about. Most of the time he spent arguing with Spock was fun, not serious. This should be fun too, it just wasn’t - but instead to think about what he wanted tomorrow to look like. And how to get to that together.
He’s apologise for a peaceful lunch.
Spock drank from his cup of tea behind him, pointedly unbothered. It was an unconvincing performance.
“Sorry, Spock,” McCoy muttered.
I've written a few more chapters of this, it's fully a spones romance now cos it's in my hands lol. They're so bad at figuring out how they feeeeeeel. They're weaponising wearing wedding rings.
I did it! I finished it! It's like 1am here so I'm not posting now but yayyyy
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a chair went through a wall but jim has never felt more relaxed
edit: ok i know the implications of vulcans high-fiving but was too lazy to draw a fist bump ahhhahahaa, that’s lit the reason
trashyscarface
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AHA SO (X) TECHNICALLY, THE HIGH FIVE CAN COUNT AS A SORT OF PARENTAL-CHILD RELATIONSHIPPP SO, THIS ISN’T INAPPROPRIATE. i’m reaching but let’s just assume ok
ACTUALLY @trashyscarface IS TOTALLY CORRECT IN THEIR USE OF THE VULCAN HIGH FIVE THINGY HERE IN THE FINAL FRONTIER BEFORE SYBOK SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO SAVE HIS BROTHER (and his brothers hubbys) SPOCK HOLDS UP THE TA'AL (🖖) AND SYBOK MAKES A TA'AL AND THE TWO SMACK THEIR PALMS TOGETHER IN WHAT I WOULD ASSUME IS LIKE A FAMILIAL GREETING/GOODBYE/FOREHEAD KISS THING AND SHIT AND ITS REALLY SWEET BECAUSE SYBOK CARES ABOUT HIS BABY BROTHER DAMMIT.
this is probably my most reblogged art aside from commission posts… BUT YAYYYY. VULCAN HIGH FIVES ARE FAMILIAL <3 GO FORTH AND DRAW VULCAN HIGH FIVES, FRIENDS. also thank u @flamingbluepanda
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i love when people say michael’s existence is a plot hole because spock obviously has such a good track record of telling jim about his family members