the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it’s so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there’s a constant ghostly record of each generation’s thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there’s always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard
oh u haven’t heard?? it’s all gonna be ok
dax canonically broke into odo’s house and moved everything an inch to the left and I’ll never forget that
Therapists reinforce the cult of individualism by imposing responsibility for all a woman’s problems on the woman herself. As long as women can be sold the myth that our problems are the result of unique and individual human experiences, we will be powerless against the social conditions that create madness. We must recognise that it is not we, but society’s definition of us, that is pathological, and we face real problems generated by real social tyranny.
Susan Williams, Mental Illness as a Social Disease
every word out of guillermo del toro’s mouth is the most hardcore thing i’ve ever heard and he says it all so casually like he doesn’t even realize how much of a gothic visionary he is
“Since childhood, I’ve been faithful to monsters. I have been saved and absolved by them, because monsters, I believe, are patron saints of our blissful imperfection, and they allow and embody the possibility of failing”
I STILL THINK ABOUT THIS EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE
hairy pussy and like see-through black underwear…that’s god’s plan
alexa, play “ambient sci-fi abandoned space station background mix 10 hours” please
Beyond-era AOS Kirk telling people who just met him about his criminal record pre-ST2009, and they’re like - the nice Kirkman?? Grand theft auto??? THIS nice kirkman???
AOS Kirk at 50, very levelheaded and chill: I stole a car once and drove it off a cliff
AOS Saavik, if we ever get her: Ok sure dad
newt and hermann’s first meeting ended badly because they got in an argument about the 2016 U.S. presidential primaries
if u can’t WAIT to see l’rell die at the hands of ash tyler clap ur hands 👏👏👏👏
Spock’s parents: [walk onto the ship]
Jim: wowie wow wow!! I sure get why you’re hot now!!!
Spock: could you please. For once in your life. Filter. What you say
paul stamets/hugh culber || 2493w || pg
i’m annoyed that there’s no paul/hugh tag on ao3 yet and i’m determined to fix this massive issue single-handedly if i have to by writing 1000 tiny drabbles. am i petty? yes. incredibly so.
Paul is an old sweater with a hole near the bottom that you can slip your thumb through. He is loud and brash and far more generous than he would ever willingly admit.
He is oxygen, pure and unfiltered, going in and out of Hugh’s lungs continuously so that he never stops breathing. He is a love of nature and science so intermingled that you can’t pull them apart.
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Consider: Jim, in the early days of his relationship with Spock, genuinely worried that he loves Spock more than Spock loves him, because he loves Spock so much, and Spock is still learning how to navigate his romantic impulses and Jim reads that as reluctance. And besides, why would Spock love him when he’s the exact opposite of everything Spock seems to value?
And then Spock, in the early days of their relationship, genuinely worried that he loves Jim more than Jim loves him because Spock runs on 100 percent devotion and he doesn’t do anything halfway and when he looks at Jim he sees forever and he’s so worried that, to Jim, this could be some passing fancy. Besides, why would Jim stay with him when he could have literally anyone?
But they’re also intelligent, perceptive nerds who are too in love with each other to function but know each other better than anyone in the universe, so Spock learns to make concessions and begins to call Jim Vulcan words of endearment that mean a great deal but don’t come off as outwardly emotional so they allow him to be himself; and Jim begins to prove to Spock that he’s in this for the long haul by introducing him to his parents over video, and insisting they keep clothes in each others’ closets (even though their rooms are right next door, it’s the thought that counts).
And anyway, after a while they just stop worrying so much because every moment together is a subtle confirmation that this is real and it’s theirs and it’s okay to love like this because that love is returned, in all its overwhelming intensity and in its own unique ways.