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kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirk:

castiel-sniffs-deans-panties:

whitelaws:

There was no movement from Kirk at all.

What breaks my heart the most about these reactions is that everyone has suddenly become their own opposite in the face of Kirk’s death. Energetic, joking Scotty looks like he’s aged at least ten years with grief, like he’ll never smile again. Strong, put-together Uhura completely breaks down. Spock gives no fucks about holding in his emotions. Bones looks like a child who just watched one of his parents walk out on him forever. They aren’t Jim’s crew anymore, not in these brief moments. They’re entirely different people.

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ifeelbetterer:

OK, so point the first: can we have a thousand fics where Scotty is always threatening to quit and Kirk learned his lesson this first time so new crew members panic hilariously every time it happens in the future but there is never any danger of Kirk accepting Scotty’s resignation ever again? And Scotty can use it on anything—from actual ethical showdowns to “I will not work on a ship that does not have three-ply toilet paper”—and Kirk will never do anything but roll his eyes in the future, maybe splutter a little bit in futile rage. And Scotty will use this in the future—all the fucking time—because Captain Tight Pants Perfect Hair deserves every second of it as far as he’s concerned.

Point the second: how much do we all love that Scotty and Kirk have to negotiate when and how one accepts/offers a resignation but Scotty and his life partner are 100% on the same page on this issue? And the dude doesn’t even, like, argue. He’s just like, “oh, whoops, sorry, is it time for my resignation letter now? Because I have it. It’s right here.” (PS: I am shipping these two SO HARD now. SO. HARD.)

Point the third: I want to see 10000% more instances of the clothes Scotty wears on shore leave. I want to see all the Hawaiian shirts, all the neon ties, everything.

Point the fourth: I want to see Scotty treat his communicator like a phone all the time. I want him to cover the mouthpiece—ineffectively—on away missions and while grumbling about Kirk and while eating dinner and while finishing off an argument with life partner dude about how much Scotch is a wise decision. I have always loved how all the inappropriate phone social conventions turn up with the communicators. I bet Scotty would totes save photos to his communicator and be projecting holographic renderings of his kids to diplomats in his old age as they smile politely and hope desperately that he hasn’t managed to add more memory for more photos on his (spoilers: he has) and that the photo stream will end soon (spoilers: it won’t). I bet he has invented horribly annoying games with lots of loud annoying music to play on his communicator when he’s bored on away missions.