I’m pretty sure most of you have seen this coming...

So, it’s with the heaviest of hearts that I’m deciding to close down this Bones rp blog. Or at least go extremely inactive. I’ve been mulling over this for quite some time.

My reasons are that I have been incredibly busy with my life and the things I want to be doing won’t allow for me to be on here as much as I would need to be. Also, I have lost my muse. I love Bones and I love all of you. I hate to be doing this, but I feel that you all deserve better than what I can give you. 

I won’t be deleting just yet because I want to give enough time for people who want to keep in touch to connect with me. Other ways you can find me are:

the-watchful-metatron  (my personal)

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSV14l8dEE91oqBPIEze5cQ (the Buddy System youtube channel)

https://www.facebook.com/buddysystemgame?ref=aymt_homepage_panel  (our facebook)

https://twitter.com/BuddySystemPlay (our twitter)

And I would love to have some pen pals! If you wanna be pen pals and receive letters and shit in the mail… message me here or on my personal above!

As I stated before: I’m leaving this page open for people to have the time to get a hold of me if they want. I honestly don’t know if I’ll fully delete or use this in the future for a fan blog or something. We shall see.

I have really and truely enjoyed my time here with you all, and I will miss this terribly. I love all of you! 

I’m pretty sure most of you have seen this coming...

So, it’s with the heaviest of hearts that I’m deciding to close down this Bones rp blog. Or at least go extremely inactive. I’ve been mulling over this for quite some time.

My reasons are that I have been incredibly busy with my life and the things I want to be doing won’t allow for me to be on here as much as I would need to be. Also, I have lost my muse. I love Bones and I love all of you. I hate to be doing this, but I feel that you all deserve better than what I can give you. 

I won’t be deleting just yet because I want to give enough time for people who want to keep in touch to connect with me. Other ways you can find me are:

the-watchful-metatron  (my personal)

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSV14l8dEE91oqBPIEze5cQ (the Buddy System youtube channel)

https://www.facebook.com/buddysystemgame?ref=aymt_homepage_panel  (our facebook)

https://twitter.com/BuddySystemPlay (our twitter)

And I would love to have some pen pals! If you wanna be pen pals and receive letters and shit in the mail… message me here or on my personal above!

As I stated before: I’m leaving this page open for people to have the time to get a hold of me if they want. I honestly don’t know if I’ll fully delete or use this in the future for a fan blog or something. We shall see.

I have really and truely enjoyed my time here with you all, and I will miss this terribly. I love all of you! 

30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

Imagine Jim trying desperately to get a dog to come over to him becuase it’s dirty and looks cold and lonely, but it’s scared and just kind of stands curled away from him with a wary look. 

Bones crouches down next to Jim, puts his hand out and lets out a low little whistle and, to Jim’s shock, the dog carefully starts to walk towards them. Bones is stroking the dogs head, looking it over for injuries and muttering soft little comforts to it when he looks up to see Jim’s absolutely soppy smile. 

“What?”

Jim just leans over and kisses his cheek softly. 

“I should have known you were good with strays when you got me to start following you around.”

Spock is practically a cat so…

The entire crew high on tranquilizers…why didn’t we get more of this??

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Guilt was not an emotion Spock expected to feel from the doctor although it was quite possible that it was his own guilt reflecting back on him. Spock was happy that Jim was alive that he would be all right, or at least he prayed that he would be. They shared that feeling and need for hope as well.

But Spock felt shame and guilt for what he’d been willing to do. What he had almost done. He’d nearly murdered Khan with his bare hands without a trial. He’d almost done exactly what Marcus had ordered them to do for vengeance. It left a bitter taste on the Vulcan’s tongue, but he had no idea why McCoy would feel either of those dark emotions.

“Yes,” he stated it clearly, emphatically as well. Spock kept his hand on McCoy’s and scooted closer now that he appeared not to be causing the man further stress. If anything McCoy seemed to have calmed from his presence—but then they were friends.

“You saved him. You found the means. I cannot claim to have helped, Leonard. I was not there to save Jim.” Spock laid his head back against the side of the desk. It was an awkward angle as the space was so small, and he had to slump to get comfortable. “I was there to kill Khan. I was doing the wrong thing. You were doing the right.”

The shaking started to subside as Spock closed the distance. It was almost humorous the way the Vulcan had to fold himself up to get closer. And it was endearing the way he seemed to wish to be nearer. As if it helped them both carry the weight of what they’ve done. He was sure that Spock must be feeling guilt over his actions. It was something the his race were adamant about having put behind them, that kind of violent nature. 

“You gave in... Just like I did. God, man... I played God. T’s not something 'M supposed to do. By right, by moral. T’s a thin line doctors walk. An I pole vaulted that bastard. God knows what’ve done t’ Jim with this... Just cause I couldn’t lose another...” He took a ragged breath, trying not to compare Jim to his father. He’d been unable to save his father, and hadn’t been willing to do the same for his best friend. “I dunno ‘f either of us did what was right fer anyone but ourselves.” Bones squeezed Spock’s hand. 

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Space M*A*S*H

“Yer alright, Darlin’. I shoulda been lookin’ where I was goin’.” Bones looked down at the tow-headed woman that was currently brushing at his Hawaiian shirt. He’d been heading in this direction to meet the newcomers anyway, why not make a good first impression. Get it? Impression? Because they just ran into each other and…. nevermind. Mentally trashing that tragically embarrassing exchange before it reached his mouth he just went with the more reasonable: “Ya th’ new recruit?” He reached a hand the short distance between them. “The name’s Bones. ‘M the head surgeon at this party cruise.” 

“I am. Christine Chapel,” she answered with a faint smile. Somehow being greeted by a man in a Hawaiian shirt made this whole situation less intimidating. She took his hand, thankful for the warm, reassuring grip.

“Bones?” she repeated a moment later, clearly surprised. She’d never addressed a superior officer so casually, and honestly she associated the word with skeletons and death while the man before her was clearly alive and well, if looking a little worse for the wear.

He smirked at her obvious reaction to his nickname. Everyone reacted a little differently... Well, except for Spock... Then again, he didn’t really react to much. Waving his hand in the direction of the camp, he stepped beside her as if to usher her to their destination. “S a nickname m’ room mate gave m’. Long story. ‘F ya feel like ‘t, just call m’ Dr. McCoy. ‘R Leonard. Enough time here an’ y’ll get used t’ familiarity.”

He made his way lazily through the camp, pointing out spots of interest like the mess, the med bay, etc. They finally made it to the offices. “Here’s where ya need t’ check in.” Walking through the door he was greeted by a chipper tow-headed boy with a thick accent and a striking woman who was currently arguing with what seemed to be a supplies officer over the comms. “S Pike in? We got fresh blood.” He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at Christine.”

xchristinechapelx

(I’m making Uhura Radar, Chekov  Klinger, Pike the colonel, Jim trapper, Spock winchester, etc. if that’s ok.)