Ok so one day, and by one day I mean bi-weekly, Checkov and Sulu play the ‘how many times this shift vill ze keptin get up to talk to or look at Meester Spock’
Special points for lingering stares lasting longer than 30 seconds, unnecessary body contact and declarations of undying loyalty.
kirk mumbling “bowl cuts aren’t supposed to be a turn on” to himself (◡‿◡✿)
Imagine Kirk and Spock arguing on the bridge, and Checkov giving Sulu an exasperated look before making a shipwide announcement for Dr.McCoy to report to the bridge because “Mom and Dad are fighting again”
who’s with me
In the end you’re only hurting yourself.
Some Thoughts on Winona Kirk:
- She was the type of woman to teach her kids how to shoot a phaser at age five
- She rode motorbikes. Loved motorbikes. Fixed them, fancied them up, took them in and worked them until they could do all manner of things that motorbikes generally don’t but suddenly could.
- She taught Jim how to do that, too, because Sam wasn’t interested.
- She was tough, had to be tough, the sort to take on Starfleet Brass and win, because being abandoned in the world with a little kid and a newborn couldn’t be easy, but she managed to stick it out for at least a little bit until she started chasing her husband’s memory across the stars.
- Though, I can’t believe that she knew her brother was a grade-a abusive piece of shit, because she certainly was not the type to abandon her kids to someone like that.
- Speaking of Starfleet Brass, she had quite a few enemies, but also several friends
- She pissed Captain Marcus off to no end because he couldn’t control her, but a young guy called Christopher Pike, who was only a Lieutenant on the USS Winchester, where she worked as a science officer (specializing in advanced weaponry OR biochem, I can’t decide), had a soft spot for her and her two kids (ages two and five).
- She tried to be a good mom, she really did, but sometimes it was just too much and sometimes she needed to take a couple deep breaths because a miniature version of her gonelostnevertobeseenagainohGodshelovedhimsomuch husband was running around the house and she couldn’t deal with it.
- I can’t help but think that she let space take her in her search for George, let herself go to the stars before her youngest son’s twelfth birthday, because even if she left her children to their own devices and found more comfort in the crushing black than at home, she would have fought tooth and nail and with every bone in her body to get her baby back when Tarsus happened, or would have at least shown up to say how god damn proud she was when Pike uttered the words “I am relieved”, or would have been right there demanding that everything Marcus stood for be stripped down and cross examined when she found her son lying motionless in a goddamn hospital bed
- Hell, she probably would have waged a one-woman war against Starfleet for nearly taking her son away from her the way it did her husband, because she cared about her own flesh and blood, in her strange way, because it was hers and no one else’s, and she couldn’t, wouldn’t ever willingly give it up.
Even so, she didn’t particularly deserve the Mom of The Year Award
But still, badass
All I’m saying is, Jim may have gotten his baby blues and golden hair and self-sacrificing streak from his Daddy, but the crazy - that excited, slightly-manic light in his bright eyes when he’s about to pull off a particularly daring stunt - is 100% Winona.
This makes me sad already. I mean, I know Sam would do anything to bring Dean back, and we already know he is going to the extreme.. and thinking he will do it all alone, with no one, no one by his side, just breaks my heart.
He still has Baby and we all know she comes through when times are at their worst.
why are most villains associated with dark stuff why can’t we have a villain who likes pink lacy pillows and rainbows and ponies
Because it’s terrifying as fuck
THE CHOREOGRAPHY IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL I DIDN’T EVEN SLOW DOWN THE GIF THAT’S EXACTLY THE SPEED THEY FOUGHT AT
dean winchester || episodes (4/6)
→ 4.16 on the head of a pinit’s not blame that falls on you, dean, it’s fate.
my phone just changed “what” to “me hat” and i can’t stop imagining a forlorn pirate reaching for his cap as it floats just beyond his grasp in the breeze only to clutch his breast as he sheds a year and murmurs “…me hat…”
forlorn pirates apparently go from 25 to 24 with just a touch of the breast!!!
my phone has struck again. this poor pirate has to suffer through so much. tragic.