i know this will make me sound old and boring but once i’m home for the night i’m home. i don’t like upsetting my plans even when i don’t have any. yes it’s only 8pm but i spent the whole evening believing i’m not going anywhere, i cannot perceive or be perceived right now, try again later
fucking losing it at the concept of a reverse Holmes and Watson like there’s this genius journalist who goes around solving crimes and writes about how he does it and then there’s his useless himbo assistant who does fuck all and just follows him around absolutely out of his mind on cocaine
DeForest Kelley would have been 100 today (January 20, 1920).
He was, by all accounts, a delightful and kind human being, a “sassy gentleman friend” who never caused any on-set drama, helped others, encouraged his friends to stand up for themselves, and was utterly devoted to the cause of animal welfare, and to his love for his wife.
I’d like to thank him for creating such a wonderful, indelible, contrary character: blunt yet compassionate, brilliant but “just an old country doctor,” brash but warm, insulting but caring, dismissive of command or fame but completely loyal to his found family and changing the face of future medicine, endlessly complaining about the little things while quietly sacrificing himself. It’s been such a treat to spend time with Leonard McCoy, and so wonderful to make connections with so many who have been inspired by him.
Who knows how many medical advances have been made because of the countless people who decided to practice medicine because Bones convinced them of its importance?
Happy hundredth, De. You may be stardust, but your work will live on for a very long time.
I lost my shit at the one behind the couch pillow.
fun fact (that won’t make this any less cute, I promise): children this age likely have not fully developed object permanence yet, so they think that just because they can’t see you, that means you can’t see them
