i bet there are a lot of typos

[romancandles]

Hahahahahhaha. I haven't updated in five weeks and I'm under quarantine from fun while I do my grad school apps, so obviously I've spent the last day writing schmoopy Star Trek reboot fic and realized it had been so long since I'd written a fic about sober people that I'm not even sure how to anymore. How do u sober. This is a story about a great

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[shecrows]

ugh. UGH. i actually had to read this twice before i could think about formulating words. chalk it up to equal parts sheer joy that you have fallen down this glorious rabbit hole with me, and the fact that i am SPOILED FOR FUCKING CHOICE when it comes to actually picking specific parts of this fic on which to comment, because augh god, the tactility, the years of familiarity, the quiet, unspoken understandings, the humor, the moments of oh-god-hand-over-my-heart, like. get the fuck out of here, i don't know where to start.

honestly one of my favorite sections is the four-paragraph interlude with the patio furniture. sisi quoted the second paragraph at you already and ugh yes!!! also just the language is so lush and evocative and wonderful and just, again, the effortless tactility, i mean gawd, that entire last paragraph. i want to roll around in it, particularly this bit: He falls asleep, fucked out and exhausted, listening to the faintest roar, like waves crashing against the ocean, of the city humming beneath them, Bones rubbing wide parabolas on his back.

ALSO AUGHHHHHH this little moment: Bones reaches to tug Jim into the space between his knees. “Nice to get all that shit off the floor,” he says, voice unaccountably gruff and warm into Jim’s mouth.

the unspoken, tacit acknowledgement of what it means - which is kind of an ongoing thing, but it's so beautifully articulated in this one moment.

AND OMG THE FACT THAT YOU INCLUDED THE "REQUEST DENIED" BIT. i wasn't sure that was going to be in this fic or if that was going to be its own thing, but o m g!!!!!!!!!! so excited to see it here. jim finding out through a drunk chekov (A DRUNK CHEKOVVVVVV) and wanting bones to be like jim what are you even talking about, wanting it to be some huge misunderstanding or miscommunication, and then it isn't, and he's furious, and UGH.

They are the actually perfect height and weight for gripping.

“Oh my god, shut up about the chairs,” groans Bones into Jim’s neck.

sobbing oh my god. just, rolling around on the floor and sobbing.

Jim stares at Bones for a second, then lifts his arms and uses all his strength to shove Bones backward. He hits the table tailbone first, arms windmilling. “Jim! What the fuck!”

Jim studies the unmoving lamps. Not a shudder. “It’ll do.”

now i am just throwing quotes back at you but i legitimately grinned so widely my face hurt, and i feel like my pain ought to be acknowledged here. loving the spock/uhura bits also, and just THIS: Jim invites them to supper, aware of exactly how much his hand he’s revealing when they show up and Bones is at the kitchen counter doing setting alcohol on fire in a pan. so, so great.

and oh god just - oh. OH INDEED. ugh morgan link to this over at kirk_mccoy already before i do it for you.

[romancandles]

CAMILLE. I AM GLAD YOU LIKED IT lol tbh I know it's not exactly my finest work but it was like this ball of feelings lodged in my chest that I had to hack up, unsightly bits and all, before I could continue on my merry way talking about policy longevity in post-disaster-stricken economies. I was going to cut REQUEST DENIED because a) emotional meltdowns aren't my strong suit (not hilarious enough) and b) it felt too much like showing my whole hand but then I liked the idea of having a screaming fight that doesn't really reveal anything, like when you're yelling at someone because that person is just an asshole and deserves to be yelled at but you know you're going to forgive them anyway even if they don't apologize and you hate them for that! #feelings!!!! ETA: also i just realized in my haste that i miswrote the colloquialism hahahaha ha ha ha. ha.

God I do not want to write a whole epic about Bones's characterization but I feel like in some of the fic I've read, it's like a love letter to Bones for putting up with Jim or persevering and I wanted to write a love letter to Jim but I'm not sure it came through (although I could write a love letter to Karl Urban's shoulders and general hips to neck area).

Camille omg kirk_mccoy has real fic not just people twitching from alcohol withdrawl.

also i have three star trek icons now and karl is in all of them.