the heck? i hecked up. i hecked up. i hecked up. i hecked up. i hecked up. i hecked up. i hecked up.
im so sorry. im heck.
That I live and you are gone
#thanks satan #I warn you all #don’t think about spock prime for too long #don’t think about how he’s lost everyone he’s ever loved #how he lost his other half and all his friends #don’t think about how nobody will even remember them but him #that he is the only proof they even existed at all#him and a small holovid pendant #of a certain man singing ‘happy birthday’
The purpose is to experience fear. Fear in the face of certain death. To accept that fear, and maintain control of oneself and one’s crew. This is a quality expected in every Starfleet captain.
You of all people should know.
I fukin love 14th century art art because everyone looks so shady and suspicious of ppl around them its AMAZING
or just like they know something u dont and oh my gdfuck i cant
I believe the highest point is reached in Simone Martini’s Annunciation
and the look of absolute hatred Mary and Gabriel exchange.
donald trump hates the name fuckface von clownstick because it is dangerously close to clownface von fuckstick his juggalo name he has guarded preciously for a millenia
‘hi i haven’t talked to you in five weeks but we’re still best friends’: a story about me and human interaction.
She played the eerily intense teenager Susan, with an elfin beauty and an unearthly brain. (x)
Happy birthday to Carole Ann Ford!
hey if you teach your parrot to say ‘parrot’ it’s probably as close as you’ll get to owning a pokemon
My brother tells a story about his roommate’s parrot, that everyone who came to the house would say “you’re a bird!” to it so the bird would repeat the phrase back, no big. Until one day my brother was alone in the house with it and heard it say, very quietly, “I’m a bird.” My brother almost dropped a plate.
