broadcast me a joyful noise

I did say I would break hiatus to post fic, if I wrote any. And while I am still working diligently on everything else, there was a small hiccup in the spacetime continuum in which, er, this happened.

(NB - The picture is NOT WORKSAFE.)

Unlisted Side Effects of Metacetamin-Derived Opiates -- Star Trek XI -- Kirk/McCoy
He takes one look at Jim, narrows his eyes, and then points his index finger like a scalpel and snaps, "Sit," despite the fact that Jim is in fact already fucking sitting.

This is a collab between me & the wonderful lizardspots :) If you're going to comment, do so at the community post so she can see her share of the praise.

The title reaches new heights of hardcore medical and Trek geekiness because we are both med students, so we = geekiness SQUARED.

I am eminently predictable.

OMG

OMG OMG

Xenobiology, guys! You have no idea how much willpower it is going to take for me to leave my computer and go study normal human medicine when I could be absorbing a wiki full of alien medical canon!

Oh yeah, by the way, I might be writing fic about McCoy.

You know. Perhaps.

Courtesy of Fahye's Awesome Friends, a one-word review of Star Trek:

YES.

(I knew juuuust enough of the names to be able to grin when people appeared. I must say it didn't really inspire in me any desire to watch the old series; rather I find myself possessing the fervent desire to watch the continued adventures of those people.)