All I got left is my bones
#the fact that mccoy is a mess here but his hands don’t shake once because they’re trained not to #steady as a drumbeat and all grace under pressure #speaking in wide vowels and heavy consonants that take up space uncompromisingly and weigh the air down like ballast #i’ve watched this scene a billion times and there are two distinct halves to it #the half where jim looks cornered and the half where he doesn’t #and right smack in between those is this moment where he glances down right where bones’s hands would be unscrewing the flask #and when bones drinks from it his eyes linger there half a beat too long like they’re honing in on something before skittering away #suddenly boom there it is jim kirk letting his guard down just a little just enough that the breathing comes easy #for this total stranger with the steadiest hands he’s ever seen (tags via leighway)
there are millions of trekkies all over the world from all different professions and cultures and walks of life, each with unique and amazing abilities and talents, with ambition and creativity and astounding levels of intelligence, all with the collective desire to boldly go, so what the fuck do you mean we can’t set up starfleet by ourselves
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In novels, stream of consciousness goes inside the hero’s head and you can read what he’s thinking. You don’t have that in television, and so I thought that if I took a perfect person and divided him into three parts, I could have the administrative, courageous part that would be the Captain; the logical part who is the Science Officer and the humanistic part with the Doctor. Then when something comes up, the Captain could say, ‘I don’t know, fellas. We must do it,’ and Spock would say ‘However, the logical thing is…’ and the doctor would say, ‘Yes, but the humanity of it,’ and I could have them talking about it without having stream of consciousness, and it worked.
Gene Roddenberry (via leighway)
