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lpsotd · 1 year

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Hello I am in a horse fixation are there any unicorns? And can you show like maybe all the horses there are?? Idk why im asking when I can look this up on my own but, idk I find it fun to ask you hehe :)

i answered a similar ask here !! however there are A Lot more horses than the ones i shared in that post. so i'd be glad to share some with you !!

#1081 - #1331 - #1605 #1616 - #770 - #1717 #1777 - #1820 - #2247 ------------------------- #1879 - #1881 - #1880 #1964 - #2431 - #2087 #2302 - #2666 - #2417 vv info about each pet below vv

#1081 is one of the generation 3 'tubes' pets, coming in a halloween themed tube alongside monkey #1080 :o)

#1331 is apart of the generation 3 'barnyard' pets 3-pack - alongside them are chick #1329 and collie #1330 :o)

#1605 is a generation 3 'pet pairs' pet - they are buddied up with rabbit #1606 :o)

#1616 is a generation 3 pet and one of the 'blythe loves littlest pet shop' pets - their playset is called 'playfully plaid' and they are paired with blythe #B4

#770 is a generation 3 'portable pet' and they are one of the fanciest pet types - this series of portables in particular is titled 'gift set'. alongside this horsie is their friend parakeet #771, wearing their fancy shades

#1717 is a generation 3 pet, they come in a carry case that was exclusively sold in kohl's stores - their buddies are rabbit #1714, butterfly #1715, cockerspaniel #1716, cat #1718, peacock #1719, and squirrel #1720 :o)

#1777 is a generation 3 pet that comes in this multi-pack of 20 pets - including shorthair cat #1764, bulldog #1765, rabbit #1766, corgi #1767, dragonfly #1768, duck #1769, rabbit #1770, persian #1771, fish #1772, guinea pig #1773, hamster #1774, hermit crab #1775, horse #1776, iguana #1778, kitten #1779, mouse #1780, pig #1781, scottie #1782, and toucan #1783

#1820 is a generation 3 pet included in the 'prized pets' line up of paired pets - alongside them is deer #1819. not technically a unicorn but they are wearing a unicorn horn headpiece .. so i guess that counts ?? sadly to my knowledge there are no unicorn lps (there really should be though,) so this is as close as we're gonna get

#2247 is a generation 3 'blythe loves littlest pet shop' pet featured in the 'fashion shoot' playset that was sold exclusively in target stores. alongside them is penguin #2244, corgi #2245, husky #2246, ladybug #2248, shorthair cat #2249, and blythe #B31

#1879, #1880, and #1881 are the generation 3 'petriplets' set of horsies. siblings, do not separate !

#1964 is one of the two special generation 3 pets that came with a copy of the 'biggest stars' nintendo ds game that was sold at toys r us. they are paired with poodle #1965

#2431 is one of the generation 3 fifth wave of blind bag pets. and is also one of the pets that has real hair :o)

tumblr will only let me post 30 images per post, so sadly i cannot show the pictures for the last 4 horsies. i hope this post was worth reading - sorry i didn't really go in depth about each pet (words are hard for some reason and i couldn't find a lot to say). there are more horses, so if you want to shoot another ask about them i'd be glad to share them all with you :o)

#WOW this is long #tumblr please don't destroy this post. i will cry/hj #it won't let me cut the post in half idk why #tumblr doesn't like me </3 #[ asks ]#[ discoveries ]#[ long post ]

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boxwinebaddie · 2 months

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IS THAT A SHORT HAIRED JERS ON PINTEREST?? 👀

Ding, Ding, Ding! We Haaave A Wiiiiiinner!

that Is a short hair jerseykyle on the pinterest!

**very long uncle nina rambling under the cut, a lot of it is about my creative process, rm, the side characters and ofc...short hair jersey.

also omgshjssks!!! y'all are Quick With It on the pinterest!!! i personally am Obsessed with it and tried to make it really well thought out and am very specific with the things i pin, especially in the face/aesthetic sections bc they’re v important for visualization to my personal hcs bc i feel very strongly about my hc about how the characters look, what they wear, even just what they care abt and i hope you like them. <333 i also try to add sections/pins as we get new information/i develop my rm!cast more — specifically the side characters because they got neglected while i developed stan/kyle.

sidebar abt a side character i was scared abt developing bc they’re not in my wheelhouse: i’ve actually been working on some stuff about tweek lately that i actually feel p excited abt it’s a little weird? but I Personally think it’s fun and fresh! i hope y'all it, omg <333

someone Also asked me abt craigory a while ago and idk too much abt him Yet other than that he that he’s 6’5” n lanky as hell, skates everywhere, smokes a lot, is bad at processing death specifically and every time ( a ) stripe dies, he buries her in a shoebox marked stripe like #13, goes to the pet store and buys a new stripe and pretends like that’s the original stripe: no change, like she’s not a completely different guinea pig. ooof. he studies astrophysics at harvard ( takes a greyhound to visit tweek every other weekend ) and is gearin up for a huge internship for NASA in washington all the way cross the country which freaks tweek out SO much bc he’s moving far away. :///

but, anywhore! please ask me about the side characters anytime! i love talking about them! and if you see anything specific pinned anywhere on the NCU pinterest, also feel free to ask me! obviously i have a sea on anons rn, so it'll take me a sec, but hmu anytime, y'all.

now...onto Short Hair Jersey which...tbh, i looked at that pin for a while because i was like, hm, this site model is very cute to me, i like his freckles v much...but he has short hair. regardless, i just said fuck it and pinned it to the board as another face reference and didn't do anymore deep thought about it...but ooooough that i am Thinkin...

i wanted to do a short hair jersey moment for a while. hair i feel like is very symbolic/can be analysed in rm, specifically with stan.

basically, you can kind of tell what era were in, his current mental state, and honestly, what point of rm where are in by stan's hair color.

ie. that white/silvery danny phantom color was pre!rm when scotty was still around/calm b4 the storm, blonde stan is post-scotty fallout when the toner washed out, electric blue hair stan is first style breakup sort of manic/mostly depressed stan, blue washing out/color oops, stan having just the tips of his hair blonde is healing stan w/ the dark brown coming in, red hair stan is crazy boy manic divorce stan and pink hair stan w/ the red washing out is cute boy, happy anti-valentines day ravesey reunion stan, with pink tip hair stan being very close to healing/college stan, and dark brown stan being healing/sober, thriving ( hw is hard, but he's okay ) ravenstan.

as far as kyle goes, i think long hair kyle is Default Kyle...short hair kyle is definetly...an Anomaly, a glitch in the matrix...a very, veeery bad sign, tbh. long hair kyle being jersey just sets him apart from my pep kyle and canon kyle tbh, i like his dark academia, maneater, philosophic ice king energy. and i was gonna say that maybe kyle stopped cutting his hair after stan passed away but...nah. nevermind.

bc sheils def had kyle get hair cuts & complains when his hair gets too long ( when kyle came to visit all he did was nag nag nag kyle about his long hair, smh ) but once he started college, i think it just got longer and Longer and he was Going to cut it but bebe BEGGED him not to because he looked so good w/ it long, v chic, giving off duty couture runway model fr. i love you sm, long hair jersey! mwah!

BUT I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED IT BE SHORT FOR AN IMPORTANT PLOT REASON. like not just Because, like, i think kyle agrees that his hair looks better long and likes it like that so he wouldn't just randomly cut it short...but he would if it was an important reason.

my first thought was that maybe he did it before the plane ride, like cut his hair short when stan dyed his blue so they could both be dramatic and quasi-secret broken up together buuuuut...

i had a far, far Worse idea. ;)

so towards the end of RM...

-- which sorry, side bar again, but i just wanted to say, bc i have anxiety abt it and get lots of anons asking me for answers abt things i don't actually know yet. I Did Not Finish Planning Out RM. like...at all. just because its so complicated. so the stuff in the middle is kind of only half way there, some of the stuff even before ravesey get together is kind of dodgy and the end, i have Concepts for ( and plot concepts in gen ) but they're not fully formed and need to be figured out by me. so technically, you are basically building a story with me, or watching me develop it thorugh your asks...i hope that's okay? --

but, *ahem*, towards the end of rm ( i'm so sorry, guys, i'm evil ), i had plans to...FATALLY WOUND JERSEY ;) saving stan in south park, there's some violence and drama and action towards the end that involves a lot of the other characters in southpark we left behind/side characters we don't know about yet...and i kind of wanted to do something Dramatic ala tangled saving rapunzel by cutting her hair off, like, idk some very dramatic and upsetting, heroic reason that jersey's hair gets cut short....

so i'm thinking...he gets also mortally wounded in some violent and horrifyingly sad and frightening way, maybe a shard of glass cuts the hair off...but, tbh, my most Final Canon Answer is the hospital team needs access to a lot of his upper body/head/neck region and they have to cut his hair short to save his life and operate or something. so he wakes up in the hospital with stan there...with shorter hair.

( he still looks fine as hell tho! don't get it twisted, i think it kinda still curls around his ears and stuff it's not too short but it's DRASTIC )

anyways...so...Yeah. short hair jersey. dramatic, i know! and i think him groing it out post rm is him going back to being healthy and i kind of wanted to keep it like that....buuuuuut...

I had an Even WOOOOORSE idea...

which was that around the time stan dyes his hair unhinged manic panic vampire red, kyle cuts his hair short again in a sort of He Liked My Hair Long, So I Cut it Short...way.

what do we think?

-uncle nina, torturer of beautiful boys

#honestly i feel *exciting* things abt this omg #i don't have that last part planned out perfectly but involves the mackeys lackeys law student group assisting on a trial in sp #a large investigation...that resurfaces...about a ~murder~#and its very messy and violent as it unravels and things come to light oh my god i am excited and frightened to develop/share #ALMOST MORTALLY FATALLY WOUNDED KYLE DYING IN STANS ARMS...i bet you he says smile pendejo :(((((#brb gonna krill myself to be with jersey i think its very unlikely hes going to survive bc how weak his body is from his ed the smoking #and all his chronic illnesses and everyone is scared hes gonna die and stan is at his bedside the whole time idk if their back #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa dramatic tangled ending #i have mixed feelings abt short hair jersey like i love u and miss u long hair jers but the symbolism and the reason/plot around short hair #thats very interesting to me i like the change in the air #BUT HOW DO WE FEEL ABT THAT DRAMA OMG #I THINK THAT ITS SPICY AS HELL #not stan holding kyle in his arms kyle spitting up blood and telling him itll be okay and to take care of curb and water suzy for him #IM ILL THIS IS SICK BUT IF THIS WAS A TV SHOW I KNOW IT WOULD BE CRAZY PEOPLE WOULD BE SCREAMING AND CRYING

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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all in the name of love

guess who's back !! i invite y'all to watch your favourite fanfic author project her own insecurity regarding intimacy/relationships onto this random hot topic employee. i put vincent through the ringer in this one, apologies in advance. bold is asl, as always. divider images by @/suckgirl. check out sol's art that heavily inspired vincent's smoking habit 🚬😈. domestic sinclair content for the most part but WARNING for some mild spicy implications because i am giving bo too much credit for his hoeing around.

When they are 9 years-old, Bo comes home from school one day and tells Vincent all about his day.

His class has been reading Charlotte's Web, and Bo doesn't like Zuckerman because he was going to eat the pig. He had meatloaf for lunch, and sat next to Scotty Jones, which was good because Scotty is the coolest kid in their grade. In geography they're still going over the State Capitals, which is really boring because Bo already knows all of the State Capitals. At recess he got married to Missy Landry.

At recess, Bo got married to Missy Landry.

Vincent nods and listens when Bo tells him how pretty Missy is. She has brown hair and brown eyes and is the best at jump rope and sits two seats in front of Bo in class. She's friends with Tanya Freeman who is the prettiest girl in their grade and who got married to Scotty at recess last Tuesday.

Vincent doesn't go to school with Bo, he stays at home and Mama teaches him all of his lessons. Reading, Writing, Arithmetic. Lester doesn't do any lessons yet because he's barely more than a baby. Or at least that's how Vince still sees him.

Vincent has read Charlotte's Web and has PB&Js for lunch and knows all of the State Capitals by heart.

Vincent doesn't have anyone to marry out on the schoolyard.

When they are 12 years old, Bo comes home from school with a handful of Valentines.

The two of them sit on Bo's bed and, as Vincent looks over each card, covered in glitter and pink gel pen love hearts, Bo tells him about the girls that sent them. The girls who giggled as they dropped their tokens of affection onto his desk as they passed by, and the ones that blushed.

Lisa and Tara and Christine and Becky.

Vincent traces each heart, each xoxo, with care. He puts the cards aside and tries to brush the glitter from his hands. It sticks in the creases of his palms and glints from the fabric of his baggy blue jeans.

He thinks, absently, about Joshua Mayer who lives down the hill from them. He has red hair that is almost as red as the hearts on Bo's Valentines.

Bo is still talking. He says he didn't send any Valentine's, because he doesn't care about soppy, girly things like that.

When they are 14, Bo gets himself a date to their first high school dance.

This is the first year that the twins have gone to school together. Mama said it would be better for Vincent to be around kids his own age for a while, and that she just didn't have the time to teach him what he needed at home anymore.

The lucky girl is Missy Landry. Vincent remembers her. Bo married her at recess when they were 9. It seems like their marriage is going well, and to think Vincent had expected they'd be divorced by now.

Vincent had though Bo didn't care about the dance. But he watches anyway as Bo walks up to Missy after Algebra and says, "Wanna go to the dance with me?"

That's it. Seven words that make up a question that Bo already knows the answer to. That everyone already knows the answer to.

Missy says yes and Bo grins. They briefly discuss their plans, before Missy's friend is tugging her elbow because the bell is about to go for next period.

The twins turn to make their way to their own classes.

"Who are you gonna ask?" Bo asks.

Vincent turns with a start. "What?"

"To the dance," Bo reiterates, though he knows Vince knows exactly what he meant. "You're going to ask someone, right?

Vincent shrugs, watches as Christine Deville passes them in the opposite direction. In the first week of their English class, Christine had forgotten her copy of Catcher in the Rye and had to share Vincent's copy, under teacher's orders. Vincent felt the sweat prickle on the back of his neck as Christine asked, "Should I move over to you?" He shook his head, shuffled his desk closer to hers and held the book as steady as he could, dutifully turning the page when necessary and certainly not making eye contact with the pretty girl next to him.

He doesn't make eye contact with her now, either. She passes them by without a second glance.

When they are 17 years-old, Bo is late driving him and Vincent home from school one Friday.

Vincent waits around the truck, swinging his legs from where he is sat on the dented hood. He and Bo aren't in the same 8th period, so they always meet at Bo's truck after the final bell and drive home. Across the lot, he sees Joshua Mayer. Now he's almost as tall as Vince and plays the tuba in marching band. He's with his band friends, all packing their instruments into someone's SUV. Joshua has a loud laugh, he always has, and it makes Vincent smile behind the mask. He dutifully ducks his head down anyway.

Bo ends up being almost 20 minutes late, and the parking lot is emptying out by the time he saunters up to his twin, looking far too pleased with himself.

"I have a date with Stacy Leblanc tonight," he says, hopping into the drivers seat and switching the ignition.

Vincent follows, climbing in the passenger side door and throwing his school bag into the back seat. "Is that why you were late?"

"Time is it?" Bo asks. He doesn't wear a watch, so Vincent does.

Vince shuffles the sleeve of his hoodie up and checks the time. "3:18."

"I'm not that late," he chides, putting the truck into gear and driving out of the lot. "Had plans to make, didn't I? M'pickin' her up at 6."

They drive in silence for a while, until they get to the long stretch of road that leads back to Ambrose. It's secluded, with tall, windswept trees on either side and a dwindling trickle of traffic.

Bo glances over at Vincent, feeling a heaviness in the air that always comes when it isn't a good time for Vince to speak but he has something to say anyway. Humming lowly with interest, Bo sits back in his seat.

Vince leans forward, twisting in his seat to better face his brother. "I thought you said Stacy Leblanc was a slut?"

He did say that, last week actually. "Yeah well, she should know what she's doing then, shouldn't she?" He grins, raising his brows almost comically.

Vincent shrugs noncommittedly. "If you say so."

Bo smirks, pushing playfully at Vincent's chest. He leans back against the passenger door to get out of Bo's reach. "What, you jealous? I could put in a good word for you, if you want? Then maybe you'll finally get some."

When they are 21, Vincent drops out of college and Bo has to come and pick him up.

They don't talk for a long while. They pack Vince's things up into boxes and stack them in the back of Bo's truck. Each box is labelled. Clothes. Bedding. Books. Supplies: Paints. Supplies: Tools. Supplies: Sketching.

He stops by at a few of his friends dorms to say goodbye. He doesn't tell them he's not coming back in the fall. Just as he's leaving the dorm block, he runs into another friend. A girl from his Art History class. They'd been to parties together, sipping wine in the corner, sometimes his free hand would brush hers, but they never talked about that. He says one more goodbye and then turns to leave

He finds the truck parked across the street. Bo is sat on the dented hood, smoking.

"Who's the lil' blonde?" Bo gestures discreetly over Vincent's shoulder with the cigarette packet.

Vince takes a smoke and slowly turns to look in the direction Bo is pointing. Of course he knows who Bo's talking about, but what harm is there in one last look?

She's continuing down the side walk, the same way she was going when Vincent crossed her path that final time. As she rounds the corner of the block, she casts a glance over her shoulder, gives a half-wave in Vincent's direction, and then disappears out of his life. Or he is about to disappear out of hers? Same difference.

When he turns back to his twin, Bo is holding a lighter out, the flame flickering in the faint breeze. Vincent shifts his mask off, dangling it gently from his fingers for a second, before he deposits it safely next to Bo. As Vincent leans forward to light his cigarette, he lets his hair fall just enough to cover his face.

Pulling away and taking the first testing drags, Vincent replies, "Loretta."

"She's cute," Bo nods, like he's appraising a piece of antique furniture. "She put out?"

Vincent shakes his head.

When they are 22, the guy that Bo had sworn he wasn't dating moves out of Ambrose, so he convinces Vincent to come with him to the closest bar for some of that brotherly bonding they hadn't had a lot of time for in the past few months. He most definitely is not drowning his sorrows.

Vincent doesn't go out much anymore, but he usually accompanies Bo without much fuss. At least he can drive them home, so Bo doesn't total the truck. And to think, once upon a time, Vince was worried that it'd always be him that totalled the Chevy.

They sit at the bar and Bo drinks and Vincent smokes.

A girl with brown hair and brown eyes appears beside Bo and he buys her a drink, because Bo has never been immune to a pretty girl. She bats her lashes and Bo excuses them to "get some air".

Vincent waits, watching the clock above the bar. Sometimes, he wonders if Bo brings him along to be a comparative wingman. Because, Vincent knows, any girl in their right mind would rather hook up with Bo, especially when they see that he is the ugly alternative. He ashes his cigarette into the green glass ash tray.

There's a man, with cropped black hair and broad shoulders, at at the other end of the bar. Vincent can't help but stare. Well-timed glances which make his own heart flutter. He's practiced a smile in the mirror before; no teeth, nonchalantly suggestive. Instead, he watches for the flex of muscle that suggests movement in the other man, suggests he might get caught, and dutifully averts his gaze. When the man downs the last of his beer and leaves, Vince sighs, chin resting on his hand. That could have been an almost, he thinks.

Bo comes back, without the girl, after about 20 minutes. The flush on his face is cooling down, but he's still tucking his t-shirt back into his jeans by the time he arrives back at the stool next to Vince's.

"Where's your 'friend'?"

"She has places to be."

Vincent grunts, turning away to get a new smoke from the packet between them on the bar.

Bo nudges his twin, making him look back at him. "Don't be jealous. You're too good for a girl like that, anyway."

Vincent knows that isn't exactly true. He thinks, at this point, he'd take just about anyone who would have him.

#vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #house of wax 2005 #slashers #slasher fandom #ahhh i'm back on my usual bullshit #is this me going through some personal stuff and projecting it onto the twins as usual? definitely #i put vince through the ringer i'm so sorry #i want to clarify that i do in fact think vincent could have had v good game when he was at art school #but also the impact of never having a playground wedding is real af and i needed someone to feel that with me #vince is the lamb at the sacrificial alter of unwantedness #even though i promise y'all i want him very badly #and where i give vince no game; i give bo too much game #no way is bo 'bongwater' sinclair getting that many dates #but also. the contrast is important #when you have a direct comparision and you're doing 'worse' idk cant be great #idk this is all very complex and just one side of my opinions/reading of this whole situation for the twins #and don't forget friends !! this is totally me projecting so if you have a problem with vincent not getting any #take it up with god because he's the one that made *me* like this #ngl i'm really. really proud of this fic tbh 😊#i really hope yall enjoy #it feels more.. idk more like what i was trying to get back too #also if you saw the version i posted on ao3 before re-editing.. no you didnt #ahhh also also !!#the smpking inspiration for vince absolutely comes from solivagant-muse !!#sol's college twins sketches were so gorgeous and havent left mu mind since #this city's cold and empty

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thesconesyard · 8 months

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Yeehaw!

When the Cactus Blooms

30. Do-si-do

Scotty moved with lightness as he finished hanging the last lamp. He smiled as he turned and looked at the wide open space of the yard. Tables were set up on one side of the rough square, and on another there was room for the musicians. Further off, a pit had been built for a cook fire, and was crackling nicely.

“It’s looking good Scotty,” a voice behind him said.

He turned to see Jim walking up, his arm hanging loosely against his torso in a sling McCoy and Dr. M’Benga from town had insisted he wear while his shoulder healed from Khan’s bullet.

“Aye lad, it’s going to be a wonderful night.”

“Everyone deserves it,” Jim smiled. “Three dangerous men and their gangs taken out in the past months, Herndorff’s good luck, we need some celebrating.” Jim looked around. “Can I help with anything?”

“No, no Jim, you’re not going to get me on the doctor’s bad side for letting you do things you shouldn’t yet.” Scotty shook his head, but his eyes twinkled.

“But I’m so bored with nothing to do,” Jim whined. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Scotty laughed. “Len would know; he always knows.”

A scowl crossed Jim’s face quickly. “He always does,” he agreed ruefully. “Well, it looks great out here. Guess I should go back in and see what help I can give in the kitchen.”

“Have fun,” Scotty said to Jim’s retreating back.

He gathered up the last of his tools and walked towards the stables.

Fresh hay was falling into the stalls from the loft above.

“Oi!” Scotty called, wondering who was upstairs. He had thought the others were helping in the north pasture getting the fence moved so wagons could be parked there.

“It’s me Monty,” a very familiar voice called down.

“Want some help?”

“Sure.”

In the late afternoon the sound of hooves and wagons could be heard drawing closer. Scotty’s heart was dancing in his chest at the excitement of a large party. People were coming from the town and all the nearby ranches. The air was still warm, but just beginning to have a hint of evening to it.

Scotty stood with McCoy and Sulu looking at the pig cooking over the fire pit. Sulu and Chekov had been taking turns since the morning to turn the spit.

“That’s going to be so good,” Scotty said, his mouth already watering at the thought of that good cooked meat.

In the distance they could hear Jim calling out hello to whomever had arrived. Scotty moved closer to McCoy’s side. He had a feeling the doctor wouldn’t be as willing to be seen together in front of lots of people, but Scotty didn’t mind that. So he moved closer and slid an arm around the doctor’s waist, to enjoy at least a moment of closeness. Scotty gave a squeeze then made to move back, but McCoy caught him and leaned in for a kiss.

“Come on lassie! I’ll teach ye the steps!” Scotty caught Jaylah’s hand and led her out amongst the other couples dancing. The music was lively and a good din was coming up from the people.

Jaylah laughed wildly as she followed Scotty, trying very slightly to resist.

“Shouldn’t you dance with Leonard?” she asked as Scotty wrapped an arm behind her.

“Maybe later,” Scotty said, trying to sound confident. He looked around and saw McCoy and Dr. M’Benga talking with Jim. A flash of red went by and Scotty grinned.

“Glad ye made Gaila!” he called.

“Glad to be here!” the woman called, slightly breathless from dancing.

“Ready?” Scotty asked Jaylah.

“Not at all!” she laughed.

Out of breath from dancing and laughing, Scotty let Chekov cut in and went to find a drink and McCoy. To his surprise once he had a drink in hand, he found McCoy dancing with Christine. Scotty looked on in surprise, before beaming with pride at how well McCoy and Christine moved. Yet, something deep in his heart wished it was him being held by McCoy out there. But he knew McCoy was more nervous about showing they were together to such a large group.

McCoy saw Scotty watching and smiled broadly at him. Christine’s skirt swished around both their legs as she twirled out and back in close to the doctor. When the song finished they both released each other and clapped for the band. Scotty watched as Christine leaned in and said something right in McCoy’s ear. His face colored, but he gave a slight nod.

The next song began, but McCoy and Christine made their way out between the dancing couples.

“Ye looked great!” Scotty told them as they closed in.

“Thanks,” Christine told him.

“Come on,” McCoy said, holding out a hand.

“What?” Scotty looked at him in surprise.

“I want to dance with you.”

“Ye do?”

“Of course I do,” McCoy chuckled. “I love you don’t I? Why shouldn’t I dance with the person I love?”

“Ok,” Scotty said, still in surprise. He looked for somewhere to set his glass, but Christine grabbed it for him and gave him a small push towards McCoy.

“Thanks,” he mumbled over his shoulder as McCoy began to lead him.

“I- I didn’t think ye’d want to be so public,” Scotty got out.

“I’ll admit, I was nervous,” McCoy said, “but I’ve got you to help me not be.” His fingers tightened on Scotty’s. “And Chris pointed out that no one’s paying any attention to anyone else. But even if they were, I’d still be proud to be out here with you.”

Scotty’s face heated at the words, he leaned his head in towards McCoy’s shoulder.

“Thank you mo ghràdh,” he said, muffled against the doctor.

#yeehawgust #day 30 do-si-do #star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #jaylah #christine chapel #when the cactus blooms

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kisstytea · 1 year

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A Random List of my Favorite Songs

I’m very bored, so I made this thing. Oh yeah, only the first ten are in order.

I Was Made for Loving You-KISS

Bohemian Rhapsody-Queen

God Save the Queen-Sex Pistols

Paint It Black-The Rolling Stones

Sweet Child O’ Mine-Guns N’ Roses

Stairway to Heaven-Led Zeppelin

Master of Puppets-Metallica

Dream On-Aerosmith

Hotel California-Eagles

Mary on a Cross-Ghost

Welcome to the Jungle-Guns N Roses

Keep Yourself Alive-Queen

House of the Rising Sun-The Animals

Have You Ever Seen the Rain-Creedence Clearwater Revival

Wonderwall-Oasis

Up Around the Bend-Hanoi Rocks

Rock And Roll All Nite-KISS

Eleanor Rigby-The Beatles (My sister was named after this song <3)

War Pigs-Black Sabbath

Carry on Wayward Son-Kansas

We Will Rock You-Queen

Shock Me-KISS

Whole Lotta Love-Led Zeppelin

Fox on the Run-Sweet

Little Dark Age-MGMT

Love Kills-Vinnie Vincent Invasion

Chop Suey!-System of a Down

Jerk it Out-Caesars

Love Gun-KISS

Hammer to Fall-Queen

Psychosocial-Slipknot

Ballroom Blitz-Sweet

Renegade-Styx

Kickstart my Heart-Mötley Crüe

Lick it Up-KISS

Run to the Hills-Iron Maiden

Living on a Prayer-Bon Jovi

Twist and Shout-The Beatles

Electric Feel-MGMT

Feel Good Inc.-Gorillaz

Anarchy in the UK-Sex Pistols

Angela-Mötley Crüe

Innuendo-Queen

Smoke on the Water-Deep Purple

Smells Like Teen Spirit-Nirvana

Paranoid-Black Sabbath

You Really Got Me-The Kinks

Hold The Line-TOTO

Rock You Like a Hurricane

Edge of Seventeen-Stevie Nicks

Paradise City-Guns N’ Roses

Pour Some Sugar on Me-Def Leppard

Highway to Hell-AC/DC

Basket Case-Green Day

Bad Moon Rising-Creedence Clearwater Revival

Heart of Glass-Blondie

Heart-Shaped Box-Nirvana

Live Wire-Mötley Crüe

All Day and All of The Nigh-The Kinks

American Pie-Don McLean

Song 2-Blur

Boulevard of Broken Dreams-Green Day

Detroit Rock City-KISS

Don’t Fear the Reaper-Blue Öyster Cult

Rock You Like a Hurricane-Scorpians

Immigrant Song-Led Zeppelin

Crazy Train-Ozzy Osbourne

Barracuda-Heart

Walk This Way-Aerosmith

Thunderstruck-AC/DC

Come As You Are-Nirvana

Cherry Pie-Warrant

Chelsea Dagger-The Fratellis

Hey Jude-The Beatles

Lux Æterna-Metallica

Don’t Stop Believing-Journey

California Dreamin’-The Mamas and The Papas

Seven Nation Army-White Stripes

Dreams-Fleetwood Mac

Come Together-The Beatles

My Sharona-The Knack

Cherry Bomb-The Runaways

Money-Pink Floyd

Dancing Queen-ABBA

(I can’t get no) Satisfaction-The Rolling Stones

Everlong-Foo Fighters

Iris-The Goo Goo Dolls

ZITTI E BUONI-Måneskin

American Idiot-Green Day

Scotty Doesn’t Know-Lustra

Helena-My Chemical Romance

Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off-Panic!At the Disco

Land Down Under-Men At Work

Welcome to the Black Parade-My Chemical Romance

The Show Must Go On-Queen

Panama-Van Halen

Shout at the Devil-Mötley Crüe

Can’t Stop-Red Hot Chili Peppers

I’m Still Standing-Elton John

Stacy’s Mom-Fountains of Wayne

#the gay speaks

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lilowoof · 5 years

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GosssHH that splatfest ink is so pretty that I had to doodle these two in it!!!!!!!!

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatfest #art of pigs #I made this at 1am yeehaw #queue me up scotty #tfw your art sucks but you still had fun making it

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Prompt??? 👀 The away team meets a species of aliens that are distantly related to tribbles and all of them adore Jim except one that's glued to Spock's side. No one understands why, but Spock is Vulcanly Smug about it.

I love how you just jumped on this. This got a bit away from me and it's not exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway. It plagued me all night last night.

“Scotty, beam me back up,” Jim said, disgruntled, as Bones tried (and failed) to stifle his uproarious laughter.

“Belay that, Scotty!” he choked out, quickly flipping open his own comm. “Jim’s just bein’ a sourpuss.”

“Aye?” came Scott’s hesitant reply. “Everything a’right down there, Captain?”

“Beam me up now.”

“Don’t you dare, Scotty. Everything’s fine.”

The moment of hesitation was clear in the beat of silence, before Scotty said, “Mister Spock, everything a’right down there?”

Spock raised a brow, taking in Jim’s glare and closed off demeanor and Bones’ laughter-induced tears, and flipped open his own comm. “The world is as our scans indicated, Mister Scott: class M with no apparent sapient life, and no apparent danger. The away team shall beam up on my mark, when ready.”

“Aye, sir,” Scott replied, the same moment Jim cried “Mutiny! My own commander!” The click of Scott cutting communication made Jim pout more, snapping his own comm shut and crossing his arms.

“Indeed, sir,” Spock replied, clearly already distracted. “How terrible for you.” Bones collapsed onto his knees, his laughs resembling wheezing more than anything else as Jim continued to pout at his first officer’s back while Spock directed the rest of the away team to begin taking scans and samples.

“I hate it here. I hate all of you. You’re all being transferred.”

“Of course, sir,” one of Spock’s blue shirts replied in the same dry, distracted tone, and Jim glanced down to see Bones trying to wipe the tears from his eyes, his entire body shaking with laughter.

“You’ll all be court martialed for mutiny!” he called, edging away from the creatures creeping curiously towards his boots. He got a chorus of “aye, sir” and “of course, sir”s. “I mean it!”

“Captain, please do not distract my crew,” Spock called from across the field where he was examining another group of the strange creatures. They looked like crosses between guinea pigs and tribbles, with silky fur and huge, starry green eyes. Jim couldn’t see any apparent mouths on the things, but they had delicate feet and short legs. In another situation, he might’ve called them cute.

“Your crew? When did they become your crew?” he replied with mock outrage, scandalized. He noticed several of the away team glancing over at him with grins, and Bones still hadn’t made it up off the ground yet, although his laughter was silent now. He could see Spock’s shoulders rise in a sigh even from this distance.

“Perhaps you could be useful and scan the creatures at your feet, Captain?” he suggested diplomatically, turning to fix him with an amused look. Jim scowled down at the creatures that were now crawling over his boots and clawing at his pants curiously.

“They like you, Jim,” Bones cooed mockingly.

“Shut up Bones,” he muttered in reply, no heat to it, and sighed as he calibrated his tricorder to do what Spock had asked, kneeling down to take in the creatures more closely.

Upon further inspection, they were remarkably similar to tribbles. This particular ecosphere seemed to be a grassland, patchy in places where the creatures clearly grazed on it. They seemed curious and unfearful of them, as many creatures who had never encountered bipedal predatory life were, and sniffed at his fingers as he held the tricorder close to him for a scan.

“Hey there, friend,” Bones muttered from where he’d crouched next to him, holding out one loosely curled hand for them to sniff at. “Will ya let me touch you? Yeah? Oh, do you like pets?”

“Fascinating.” Jim looked up at his first officer, pushing away another creature that was attempting to crawl into his lap, and was startled by the sight of one of the creatures perching on Spock’s shoulder, sniffing at his ear.

“What are you doing, Spock?” he asked, bewildered, as Bones once again collapsed with laughter. Spock raised a brow, not glancing at the creature as he wouldn’t be able to see it without turning his head.

“They seem to be able to climb, Captain.”

“I can see that,” Jim grumbled, carefully plucking one from his own shirt to set it back on the ground. “That doesn’t explain why you have one on your shoulder like you’re an off-brand version of Captain Hook.”

Spock’s other brow went up, and illogically, he looked rather smug. “It continued to pursue me when I removed it from my person, Captain. It seemed prudent to allow it to explore, so long as it does not disrupt my duties. Curiosity should not be punished.”

“Logical,” Jim replied mindlessly, still bewildered by the sight of Spock with a tribble on his shoulder, and Spock tipped his head in acknowledgement.

“These creatures do not seem to purr as the tribbles do, Captain, and they are entirely harmless. Their teeth are not even strong enough to pierce our skin. They do have some vocalizations, but they are limited to a soft and high range.”

“Yes, I can hear that they squeak, Spock.” Spock raised his ‘well if you didn’t want to hear my analysis then why did you ask?’ eyebrow, and Jim sighed. “Sorry, Spock. Just... don’t like tribbles.”

“Yes,” Spock replied softly, his eyes softening as Bones placed a warm hand on the back of his neck, comforting, “I am aware of your feelings towards tribbles and tribble-like creatures and your reasons for it. However, these creatures have done no harm. They are merely curious; as we are.”

“You’re right,” he said with a smile, patting Bones on the leg in thanks. “You always are.”

“A sentiment I would endeavor you remember, Captain.”

And Jim was laughing with Bones, warm, furry little creatures clamoring into his lap as Spock looked down on them smugly, his own creature nosing at his hair. He wished every away mission could be like this one; warm and curious.

#long post #talon writes #star trek #star trek fanfic #star trek fanfiction #fic rec #prompt fill #prompt #drabble

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