Ik its a dead meme but i had to make it

Hi brain, you obstinate fucker. I drank the clear splashy stuff. I ate the green things. I went under that bright fucker up there. I did the thing with the moving and sweating and whatnot. Now make the happy chemical, you lump of fuck.

“an apple a day keeps the doctor away”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIMMY!

Kirk (researching): Boy, I wonder what the word T’hyla means, Spock’s been calling me that for—

Dragon Age 4: Solas succeeds in tearing down the Veil. Hawke tumbles out like “whatever just happened IT WASNT ME i didnt do it” and everyone blames hawke anyway

imagine jim telling jaylah straightaway that spock goes by “spocko” or something ridiculous like that

so jaylah goes around yelling, “spocko” on the bridge and over comm channels and spock is too socially awkward to correct her

and then it becomes a kind of running gag

“i beg your pardon, jaylah. did you just refer to me as…’spockolicious’?”

“yes. james t and leonard bones have assured me that this now is your preferred designation.”

and whenever spock gathers up the courage to politely correct her, someone else on the ship has told her to call him something new, and he can’t keep up. bones and jim end up cry-laughing about it every single time.

X-Men Apocawishes:

Charles goes evil and Erik gets to be the one running around yelling NO STOP THIS ISN’T WHO YOU ARE 

So when you search for shows on netflix, it tells you things about the show, and for TOS we have:

TNG:

and then

for DS9

there’s

Collage: Kirk and Spock sass-facing at each other while they are supposed to be listening to someone else. (A minuscule sampling.)

well

also a guy sitting next to me asked a question at karl urban’s q&a “was it hard to focus on your acting when looking into chris pine’s eyes?” except he heard it as “chris pine’s ass” and the look on his face was b e a u t i f u l

when are we gonna get bones narrating space: the final frontier just imagine it

"space: the final frontier. these are the voyages of the starship enterprise. its five year mission—five years in space, god help me—to explore strange new worlds—jim, i swear to heaven above, don’t you touch that—to seek out new life—like that furry pteradactyl that almost killed me two days ago, you mean? primordial mating ritual my ass—and new civilizations—just try not to get sacrificed to any deities! that wasn’t a joke; do you hear me laughing?—to boldly go where no man has gone before—and with damn good reason, i’ll tell you that. oh, right, by all means, let’s explore the eternal darkness and invent photon torpedoes, what a brilliant idea—jim, if you don’t stop touching that, by jove—”

Riker has issues sitting in chairs.

Spot, you are disrupting my ability to work.