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screenshot from dragon age: the veilguard of rook standing in a castle. the captions overlaid say "Dragon King: But we have turned our backs on their lies! And here, with blood and fire, we will reclaim our strength!"
screenshot from the dragon age: the veilguard developer ama. the first post in the thread, by AbstractlyRealistic, posted 8 days ago, reads: "Where does Emmrich sleep? He's the only one without a bed in his room lol" Response from PplayDragonAge, 1 hour ago, reads: "He sleeps standing up, like a horse. [John]."
an infographic next to a screenshot of manfred from dragon age: the veilguard. the text says 'what percentage of players played rock paper scissors with manfred?' followed by a large gold circle with '31%' inside of it.
screenshot of karl urban as bones in star trek beyond, in a grey shirt and green jacket with a necklace on. he looks annoyed and is walking through a white and black hallway.
image of a white hallmark keepsake box for the "mirror, mirror" star trek ornament. text on it reads "hallmark keepsake - magic, features sound. christmas tree ornament". ornament pictured on box is mirror spock with his hand on mccoy's face, pressed against a wall.
Screenshot from Dragon Age: The Veilguard of Emmrich and Rook standing with hands on hips and looking upwards.
Screenshot from a Star Trek: TOS novel, white text on a black background. Text reads: "Spock!" "Yes, Dr. McCoy," Spock said. "Why didn't you answer my call?" "I was helping Dr. Taylor ensure the safety and well-being and the freedom of the whales. Afterward, I found it necessary to meditate. IF you had been patient-" He stopped and gazed at McCoy; he smiled very slightly. "But of course you are a doctor, not a patient." "I- what?" He really had heard Spock say what he thought he heard him say.
joxter from moominvalley, seated on a red chair in front of a teal wood background with a guitar in his hands. two of the mymble's children cling to him
Screenshot from a Star Trek: TOS novel, white text on a black background. Text reads: “I would know,” Spock said without explanation, “if McCoy were dead.” He remembered the brilliant welter of passion and compassion that had been McCoy’s mind from the time his katra had resided in it until the fal-tor-pan replaced his essence within a physical shell. Impossible that such a spirit would be extinguished and Spock not sense it. He reached for what tenuous link might remain between him and the doctor . . . . No, Spock realized abruptly, McCoy was most certainly not dead. Instead, in true McCoy fashion, he was . . . furious.”
Screenshot from a Star Trek: TOS novel, white text on black background. Text reads: That rankled him more than anything. He at least wanted to hear Spock's and Bones's voices one more time, to tell them good-bye, to tell them... They already know it, Jim. Well, he supposed that was true, but he still would have liked to deliver the message in person. Kirk cleared his throat.
Screenshot from a Star Trek: TOS novel, white text on black background. Text reads: "Dammit all to hell, I think that of everyone, I'm going to miss you most."
Screenshot from a Star Trek: TOS novel, black text on white background. Text reads: Suddenly McCoy felt lucky to be standing beside this man. Despite the years of mutual antagonism, he and Spock had been through every form of effort, every kind of death, every kind of life together; each offered himself in sacrifice for the other time after time, and somehow they were both lucky enough to still be standing there.
Screenshot from a Star Trek: TOS novel, black text on white background. Text reads: To McCoy, it seemed like slow motion. Black-clad fingers grasped like claws, clutching for a hold and sliding along the damp metal uprights. As he fell free, twisting, a hand shot out from between the uprights and snatched him by one wrist. The doctor came up short, gasping, pain tearing through his shoulder as it wrenched backwards by the pull of his full weight. It was Spock. The Vulcan's fingers dug tightly, painfully, into McCoy's wrist, and hauled back. The doctor twisted in the first officer's grasp, his own fingers clawing for purchase on Spock's wrist and lower arm, securing a frenzied hold around the narrow limb with both hands. McCoy looked up, eyes swimming with tears of pain and fear. Far above the tiny life-saving thread of their joined hands, Spock's face was contorted with effort, his pallid cheek pressed tightly against the railings.
A screenshot, white text on a black background, from the Star Trek novel 'The Autobiography of Mr. Spock' by Una McCormack. Text reads: "this. Certainly, his passing contributed to my decision to go to Tomulus. There was nothing now to keep me from taking my leave, and of all of us, I considered him the least likely to come back from the dead. The devil would surely not wish to part with such good company."