ciroccoj | Speelcheckers are NOT proofreaders

Ah,

danglypartsiple. How I've missed you and your gibberish-gathering ways.

And no, I have not read any of the stories these quotes come from. From the look of things, that's probably wise ;)

“Well, think of it this way, Bones,” Kirk yells from where he’s gathering water from a virulent mountain stream. “At least this place is beautiful.”
“Shut up.” Jim leaned over and bumped Spock’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Jim wouldn’t allow him to disseminate. Spock didn’t want to tell him the truth though.
Danny could hear the sudden silence in the other room, where Steve had been stretched out reading a magazine. Now, it was quiet… SEAL quiet.
His eyes slowly blinked open, wary of the bright light that had temporarily blended him, despite having been healed in the meantime.

- wow... that's some strong light.
His chin wobbled as he fought to restore his Vulcan composer.
Evening settled over the countryside turning the clear, azure, summer sky into a blend of pinks, purples, violates, and peach oranges.
And that just makes Dean feel like the sum of the earth.
If we don’t nip this thing in the butt without sparking any further consequences then we’re in for rough times come next year.
"Has he touched you in a sexual manor?"

- (otherwise known as a Common Bawdy House in Canada)
He wrinkles his fivehead.
He should’ve figured it out sooner. It’s not like Castiel was subtitle, or anything.
“I think coffee can be arraigned without any blood shed,” Gideon said.

- as an articling student, I <3 this one
With a light hop Ianto compiled and Jack sat in his seat looking up at him.

- and as a former computing science major^*, I <3 this one too
He was right; curled up in the kink size bed sniffling was Ianto.
He looks up to see Spock starring at him.
Spock heads to his science labs and Jim wonders his ship.
She’d told Remus and the Weasleys that there was a possibility the scar might be causing neurological damage. It might even be causing brain damage.

- looks like it already did...
The words that next left Jack’s moth Gwen had never thought he’d ever say aloud.

"bzzz whrrr bzzz"?

^* Not actually a Major. A "Medial," which is halfway between a Major, requiring 10 courses in your field, and a Minor, requiring five, and which seems to exist nowhere but at Queen's University so I never use it to describe my degree. It was like a double-Major, but less intense, since you had to have two Medials but only required seven courses in each. Mine were Computing Science and History.