star rambles

Grace flipping his shit, statement.

Bonus:

So, how big is it ?

*Bones kicks the person who slipped the serum into his coffee directly in the balls. He throws his tampered drink at their face then slams both of his hands over his mouth before the first syllable of his answer can be heard.*

*as the ensign is groaning in pain on the floor Bones tries to rifle around in drawers without taking his hands off of his mouth, It looks a bit silly. Eventually he manages to find the hypo spray he was looking for and he sticks himself with it. After a few moments waiting for it to kick in he speaks*

"...did you really fuckin think I wouldn't have an anti-compulsionary? What kinda officer do you think I am!!? I hope that burnin' question was worth the risk because now I gotta call in the big dogs to rip your scruff out! You're in for a hellava world of hurt!'

*bones activates his comm, sneering down at the collapsed ensign*

" @realmirrorspock @mirrorjtkirk had subordinate slip me some shoddy truth serum. Would one of you two COs haul their sorry ass outta my sick bay?"

"'no knives or anything' aint gonna cut it. Whos to say you dont have some powdered poison on your damn uniform, or hell some sorta designer bioengineered illnesses in ya?? You ain't survived as long as I have and being 'a doctor long as I have without seeing some right creative ways to kill. The more creative it is the more downright nasty it is too. Id rather take a slit throat then half the less typical murder methods iv caught wind of.

Get the hell out of my sickbay, before I make you!"

"I think therefore I am" and all that

And your important to us. Someone out here in our "the real world" cared about you so much that they spend their free spend time on the internet pretending to be you, and we, the audience pretended to interact with you.

So even if your not real, the joy and whimsy you give the audience is real. You make me smile when im having a shitty day at work, and thats gotta be worth something.

I appreciate th' kind words, really, but... ye cannae understand what it's like t' learn that yer not real. Even the words I speak now have been written by someone else. Ye cannae help but think about all th' ways how ye could be ripped from th' world once yer creator gets bored. I can understand that I have an audience who loves me, but does that just reduce me to a performance? Do I still count as a "person"? How far does this rabbit hole go?

I guess it doesnae matter. These aren't even my own thoughts. They never were, an' they certainly never will be.

and then. after he does... he does it all the time. for anything. he offers it up.

... and a lot of them result in talking about the deep aching empty loneliness that's definitely about the person he's melding with and not him, you know, in this two part melding

"'no knives or anything' aint gonna cut it. Whos to say you dont have some powdered poison on your damn uniform, or hell some sorta designer bioengineered illnesses in ya?? You ain't survived as long as I have and being 'a doctor long as I have without seeing some right creative ways to kill. The more creative it is the more downright nasty it is too. Id rather take a slit throat then half the less typical murder methods iv caught wind of.

Get the hell out of my sickbay, before I make you!"

some quotes to reference ↓

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78997531/chapters/207216401

Everyone has a soulmate, it's just a matter of finding them. When Jim Kirk starts coughing up flower petals after seeing his insta-crush Spock for the first time, he has hopes that Spock might be his soulmate. When Jim's friend Uhura starts coughing up petals at the same time, he starts to think that she might be Spock's soulmate instead.