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Homecoming - by DeHeerKonijn
Spock seeks out advice before his return to the Enterprise.
st:tos  kirk/spock  mccoy  reunion  fanart  <3 
9 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Police release body-cam video of Willie McCoy killing, showing him asleep in car | US news | The Guardian
Vallejo police have released footage of the killing of Willie McCoy at a Taco Bell, showing six officers shooting the 20-year-old who was sleeping in his car.

The disturbing body-camera videos show the young rapper had moved his hand to scratch his shoulder before officers opened fire. The footage is consistent with key claims of McCoy’s family, who watched footage earlier this month and said the officers “executed” him while he was not alert or awake. The videos, released after significant pressure, show:

The officers did not try to wake McCoy up or talk to him after they spotted a gun in his lap, and instead pointed their firearms at his head directly outside the car as he slept for several minutes.

One officer said: “I’m going to pull him out and snatch his ass.”
Vallejo  police  murder  Willie  McCoy 
april 2019 by Quercki
RIGHT. Well, fine anons and non-anons, I was browsing Youtube when I saw this ( mighty fine gem. AND IS THAT OR IS THAT NO BABY JIM?

So my prompt for you is: give me Winona showing the crew embarrassing Baby Jim holovids. You can incorporate the baby dancing or not, I don't care. Just give me those amazingly awesome Baby Jim videos. Did he drop trou in the middle of a Church service? Sure thing! Stomp around and growl at two like a dinosaur? You bet! Smack his own booty when he knew he was doing things wrong? Absolutely!
Winona  Kirk  McCoy  gen  kid!fic 
december 2018 by kribban
Kirk branding Bones (or the other way around I am not picky)
Kirk  McCoy  gen  humor 
december 2018 by kribban
cards_slash: What the Documentary Got Wrong (sequel to "Educational Material")
It was one of those nightmares, Bones reasoned, the sudden annoying presence in his quarters. The sort that you got after you allowed yourself to be talked into watching triple-x rated highly classified contraband video of Vulcan’s getting handsy with one another. Pon Farr. And, of course, as soon as Jim was sure Spock was exhibiting signs of it, he’d been in the sickbay stealing lubricant and whistling merrily. Smiling cheekily, making comment about jealousy—Bones had crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

And that was why, late into the night (or early into the morning) when the first day of Pon Farr was drawing to a close, the sight of Jim Kirk limping into his quarters wearing loose gray sweat pants and hissing as he leaned against the wall and refused to let his thighs touch was a damn nightmare. Bones thought seriously about rolling over to smother himself into the pillow.

“I hate Pon Farr,” Jim said.

Bones pulled the blanket up a little higher, willing Jim to get the message and just go away. If he ignored the nightmare he wouldn’t have to admit that he could smell Spock’s scent wafting across the room. The smell was oddly pungent, smelled almost like—No. He was not going to contemplate the smell of Spock’s come on Jim. This was a nightmare and it was going to go away.

“It fucking sucks,” Jim elaborated. “Except that it doesn’t suck at all. Or touch. Or even try to touch.” About there, Bones was sure that Jim sat on his bed. He could tell because the smell was closer and the bed dipped as Jim hissed and then cursed and shifted. “You got something for friction burn in here?”

“Damn it, Jim,” Bones muttered. “I’m sleeping.” But he rolled away from the smell of Vulcan semen (and it definitely smelled like something you could eat, he just couldn’t figure out what) and therefore toward the edge of the bed. The sheet tangled around his knees and he had to work it free while Jim went on complaining.
st:aos  kirk/spock  fuckordie  mccoy 
november 2018 by runpunkrun
A case of bad timing - by praeteritio
McCoy was on his feet. “Is it over? I want to check you out.”

“It’s over. And you can poke and prod all you like once I’ve had something to eat.”

McCoy followed Jim to the kitchen. Jim was so hungry he was ready to eat anything in sight—which happened to be marmalade, straight from the jar.

“How about I fix you something more substantial?”

“Sure.” Jim helped himself to another spoonful of marmalade, tried the crackers, found the box was empty, then opened the warmer and downed one of the now decidedly leathery Vulcan pastries.

“Should you be eating that?”

“I said I was starving.” The words came out more snappishly than Jim intended. “Sorry.” He tried to sit down, thought better of it, and leaned his elbows on the breakfast bar instead.

McCoy did not fail to notice. “I think you should let me check you over. Here,” He slid a plate of synthesised eggs on toast in front of Jim. “I’ll grab my kit.”

While Jim ate, McCoy ran his scanner over father and baby. “I’ll bet you’re feeling pretty rough, but the baby’s happy. Whatever you said to Spock, it worked.”

“I knew he wouldn’t hurt her.”

“I thought he was going to tear us all to pieces, for a while there.”

Jim set down his fork and rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry, Bones. If I’d known he’d do that, I wouldn’t have asked you here.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  earthside  mpreg  fuckordie  mccoy  progeny 
october 2018 by runpunkrun
i make simple spelling errors and cant draw feet: raisinsforsunday: la belle fleur sauvage...
It began, like every beautiful love story: at a kegger.

They were all scattered around a well-maintained garden at one of the group houses just off of campus. The main event was a fire-pit on a stone terrace with a circle of stone benches. The whole thing was surrounded by well manicured hedges

Joanna was admittedly surprised to see a Vulcan at an event like that, but times had changed.

But this Vulcan took her breath away.

She sat alone at the edge of the party on a low brick wall that circled the fire-pit, and fixated on the flames. Her face was awash in the warm flickering light. Joanna thought she was beautiful– her features framed by a halo of insane brown curls, tied back in a haphazard half-bun, hiding all but the tips of her pointed ears. She was tall, her long legs tucked up at odd angles, and she hunched over like she was trying to keep out the cold.

“Wow,” said Joanna. The epitome of poetic expression in the face of beauty, really.
fic  tumblr  saavik/joanna  mccoy  st  st:tos 
september 2018 by timberwolfoz
Fic: Row Row Row (Kirk/Spock) - rip_beedlebarg
I hate to admit it but you've got to respect Jim's skills. I've been Spock's physician for a long time now and, although Vulcan cultural mores mean that hasn't meant that much, I've seen his equipment up close and personal a few more times than I care to count. That Jim's managing to fit enough in his mouth to force Spock into making that deep grunt of pleasure says a lot about Jim's expertise or, at the very least, his enthusiasm. I'm not sure why but it surprised the heck out of me the time I disturbed them in the bathroom of that DS7 bar all those years back, Jim on his knees in front of Spock whose hands were twisting in Jim's hair rather more roughly than I'd have given him the credit for as Jim pumps his head over Spock's cock. Spock's face is utterly composed when he notes me gaping at them for one appalled minute before I turn, get the heck out of Dodge and start drinking myself into vegetative coma. Shore leave always seems to bring out the outdoorsman in Jim. Relatively speaking.

It's my own damn fault. Pounding back shot after shot one evening back on-board after a tough shift and I'm spilling to Jim about how that goddamn mirror Spock dumped a bunch of kinky thoughts about his own captain in my head. I guess I thought it might put him off as Jim's always been pretty vanilla, but I look across at him, face softened with booze, jaw working and glittering eyes narrowed as he considers it. Grins, rubbing at his chin with his fingers.

“Really? Spock's kinky?”

“Terran Spock is kinkier than a cat's tail after it got slammed in a door. It's going to take many years of pickling my neurons in alcohol before I'm likely to get all that out of my damn head, the things he wanted to do with a hypospray to various parts of his Jim fair boogles the mind.”
fic  k/s  kirk/spock  mccoy  st  st:tos 
september 2018 by timberwolfoz
Hello, Alice. Welcome to Wonderland. — solitary-woman: pon-farr: (McCoy:) The Captain...
(McCoy:) The Captain left a message tape. It was his order
that it be reviewed by both of us should he ever be declared dead.
You have just declared Jim dead.
Alright, time to geek out about this. This scene, even though I’ve watched it a hundred times, is still so goddamn powerful. Let’s break this down.

This whole episode was essentially made to explore the relationship between McCoy and Spock. They often seem hostile towards one another but there is a deep admiration between them. At times it seems that their tenuous friendship is bound together by Kirk. In reality, McCoy is a emotional guy and is frustrated by Spock’s seeming indifference. As the series goes on, McCoy comes to understand Spock better and their bickering takes on a lighter - almost good natured - tone.

Right before this scene they where arguing. Past the point of their usual bickering, McCoy is lashing out, and even accusing Spock of wanting command of the enterprise and willfully endangering the crew for Spock’s own benefit. Now, Spock of course, doesn’t lash out, but throws himself into work. This frustrates McCoy even more because what McCoy wants is to ‘talk it out’, but Spock can’t do that.
fanmeta  st  st:tos  spock  mccoy  kirk 
july 2018 by timberwolfoz
I Am Very Proud of My Daddy's Name/ All Though His Kind of Music and Mine Ain't Exactly the Same - by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton (Children Will Look To You/ For Which Way To Turn/ To Learn What To Be #2)
“A bonz is a Human caretaker,” Kiddo says. “Though I am not sure how accurate that might be in regards to the greater universe. Upon realizing that Bonz’s name was not in fact ‘Bonz’, we decided that it would serve as an identifier. There has never been a word necessary for the concept before, as Vulcans normally do not allow for orphaned or abandoned children to be raised by non-Vulcans, so my siblings and I chose to give the definition a name.”

“So you guys are basically calling him… an au paire?”

“Not quite. The relationship is more intimate, I believe.” Kiddo pauses. “We share a parental bond with Bonz, though he is not biologically related to us, but he is unable to expend the normal effort expected of a typical Vulcan parent on each child, partially because he is of a non-telepathic species and partially because there are so many of us. But he attends to us, and cares for us, and makes no effort to distance himself from us as a teacher or other authority figure would.”

“Huh. I guess Vulcans like words for things, don’t you.”

“We are a very organized race,” Kiddo agrees. “And it would be in remiss to ignore the vital position that Bonz now holds in our history.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Only one hundred and seventy-six children under the age of twenty survived the destruction of Vulcan,” Kiddo says. “Currently, Bonz has forty-six of us in his care, and will likely have more come into his care. His actions in regards to us will shape a good portion of the next generation of Vulcans.”

Lucian goes still again.

“That’s really… intense,” he says. “Does Uncle Leo know how important he is?”

“Probably not,” Kiddo admits. “Bonz is decidedly oblivious of most matters political, if rumors and observation are to be believed. His only interest at this point is that we are healthy, happy, and safe.”

“... Yeah, that sounds about right,” he says after a moment. “Uncle Leo’s kinda dumb, sometimes.”
st:aos  gen  mccoy  post-narada  earthside  adoption  progeny  meet-the-family  sybok 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
Now the Sons Look For Their Fathers/ But Their Fathers Are All Gone - by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton
There is a lot of crying, a lot of shouting, a lot of red flashing lights and orders and alerts and blood, so much blood. Vulcans crowd the already overflowing Medbay, old and young and even younger, and there is too much going on for Leonard to focus.

He’s tired, and he’s scared, and he’s irritated beyond all reason, and that’s probably why he doesn’t think twice when the little Vulcan boy steps in his path, face screwed up and green with tears and screaming.

He just— picks him up. Scoops the kid off the ground and settles him on his hip, rocking him gently to quiet him before he can renew his screams so close to Leonard’s ear. The actions don’t even register as particularly odd to him, because honestly? It’s been an odd fucking day.
st:aos  gen  post-narada  mccoy  sybok  via:runpunkrun 
may 2018 by talitha78
Now the Sons Look For Their Fathers/ But Their Fathers Are All Gone - by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton (Children Will Look To You/ For Which Way To Turn/ To Learn What To Be #1)
There is a lot of crying, a lot of shouting, a lot of red flashing lights and orders and alerts and blood, so much blood. Vulcans crowd the already overflowing Medbay, old and young and even younger, and there is too much going on for Leonard to focus.

He’s tired, and he’s scared, and he’s irritated beyond all reason, and that’s probably why he doesn’t think twice when the little Vulcan boy steps in his path, face screwed up and green with tears and screaming.

He just— picks him up. Scoops the kid off the ground and settles him on his hip, rocking him gently to quiet him before he can renew his screams so close to Leonard’s ear. The actions don’t even register as particularly odd to him, because honestly? It’s been an odd fucking day.
st:aos  gen  post-narada  mccoy  sybok  t'pring  progeny  disability  adoption  earthside  <3 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
Something Smart to Do by kianspo
In which Jim finds himself fake-married to his first officer every other month. It's not his fault. Mostly. Dowries and Klingons are involved. Starfleet is decidedly not amused.
fic  startrek  startrekxi  startrek:reboot  jimkirk  spock  mccoy  uhura  kirk/spock  chekov  sulu  humour  author:kianspo  fakerelationship 
may 2018 by ashtree22
Red - by walkandtalk
Spock stood on the ridge, looking down into a small ravine attempting to collect geological data with his tricorder. His brow furrowed in confusion as he read the data.

“Those won’t work here,” a voice called from behind his left shoulder. He spun around to see a young Human, certain it was his guide from the colony on Luddi IV making his way toward Spock and his damaged shuttle. He shut the tricorder and made his way back from the ridge.

Spock and the man met at the destroyed shuttle’s doors. From this distance, he could ascertain that his rescuer was a bit younger than his own twenty-six years, dressed in plain trousers and a rust-colored cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows. His felt hat covered sun-bleached hair that fell around his ears and he wore sturdy work boots.

“Red scrambles everything,” the man said, gesturing to Spock’s hip where his tricorder rested. “That’s why you’re getting haywire readings. I bet it sent your shuttle into a tizzy.”

Spock agreed silently. What should have been a standard computer-managed landing very quickly turned into a near-death experience. “Red?”

“The planet, Luddi IV. We call it Red.” The man gestured vaguely at the shady surroundings. “For obvious reasons.”

Upon exiting his shuttle after the crash landing, the landscape recalled that of the Appalachian range of Earth, a place Spock visited on a camping excursion he had taken as a child, although the soil here was tinged with muddy red, as were the leaves of most of the trees. The river that ran through the ravine he was observing sparkled on the edges with a garnet shimmer along the banks. Spock found himself surveying the immense oak-like tree beside him, its bark a brilliant gold licked with red streaks.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  mccoy  off-world  civilians  dating  <3 
february 2018 by runpunkrun
Bluebird by waldorph
After the events of Beyond, Kirk's mom crashes his birthday party and everyone deals with what happened on the last mission.
fic  startrek  startrekxi  startrek:reboot  jimkirk  spock  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  mccoy  sulu  chekov  winonakirk  author:waldorph 
january 2018 by ashtree22
Our holy doctor. Art by phantom-brushy on Tumblr.
mccoy  startrek  from twitter_favs
november 2017 by jcchurch

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