What I am about to do, it doesn't make sense, it's not logical, it is a gut feeling! I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. I only know what I can do. The Enterprise and her crew needs someone on that chair who knows what he's doing. That's not me. It's you, Spock.

you know well, my dear boy

that he does not believe in any god

if not in that one who dresses stars and moons (x)

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I wanted to redraw this one for a very long time coming now.  A very, very long time coming.

Oct 21st (+260)


 20101110 Jimmy Kimmel Live

these are captures edited by me… 

Does anyone have HQ stills?!!! pretty please!! QwQ

Oct 21st (+220)

Star Trek: The Next Generation - Gag Reel S02

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Zoe Saldana by Paola Kudacki for Elle

Oct 20th (+222)


InkTober 13 - Personal Prompt: “Jim has morning breath.”
(particularly as a continuation of yesterday’s prompt)

But just imagine them waking up together for the first time and Spock is just like “WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL LOGIC IS THAT SMELL!?!??!” And Jim just clamps his mouth shut and blushes like an idiot because of course his perfect Vulcan boyfriend doesn’t even have morning breath and now he can’t help but feel a little bit like an inadequate and ridiculous alien. But then Spock picks up on the feelings, still tangled together as they are, and he smothers his sleep-addled knee-jerk reaction and leans over to kiss Jim. Eventually Spock becomes accustomed to it, but on particularly bad mornings he cannot but point it out and sometimes Jim will go brush and other times he’ll punish Spock’s intolerance with a playful barrage of nips along his neck and “forced” kisses…

And they live happily ever after in fluffy adorable domestic bliss. The end. X3

Oct 20th (+141)