sometimes i forget that my minor obsession with bacteria and how wonderfully rad i think everything is isn’t like a normal thing and it freaks people out a little bit and this is why i am single
Have you ever fantasized about having someone cover Wonderwall for you?
Now there’s a relieving end to your dreams. I have made an etsy store where all it takes is an electronic economic transaction to have your very own, exclusive custom private personalized video of a male singing Wonderwall to you. Choose from eight instruments! Every video will feature me saying your name somewhere in it because after all … you’re my wonderwall.
why is the harp one $470 more expensive than the rest?
Imagine that Jim, to combat the endless hours of sitting in the Captain’s chair, doodles. He’s a terrible artist, can’t get far beyond stick figures a scribbles. But he looks so pleased with himself whenever he creates a picture, that one time Spock makes the mistake of complimenting him. Jim beams in response, with that maddeningly endearing smile of his that does strange this to Spock’s abdominal region, and they continue on as usual.
Only Jim takes that compliment as an invitation to bombard Spock with hideous handmade gifts.
The first one comes the next Valentines day. It a mug, with poorly drawn block letters that read “World’s Best Bondmate” accompanied by a crude interpretation of he and Jim holding hands. He’s about to tell Jim that it’s “interesting” when he looks up to find two very bright, and very hopeful eyes staring adoringly up at him. So he swallows back the adjective, and tells Jim it’s wonderful. The way Jim lights up, and the fallowing kiss, are well worth the exaggeration.
By their 20th anniversary, Spock has acquired three mugs, two plates, seven tee-shirts, one blanket, and three pairs of underwear, all decorated by Jim. Every single one of them is aesthetically appalling, but Spock adores them none the less. The strange looks he gets from his students when he dutifully takes his “World’s Best Bondmate” mug to class every morning, or the confused glances of those who glimpse his “abstract sehlat” patterned boxer briefs at the gym are of no consequence. It makes Jim happy, and making Jim happy is something Spock takes very seriously.
When Jim dies, Spock clings to the gifts. He almost always has one on his person, and feels a crushing sense of loneliness when he does not. Once, almost a year after Jim’s death, Mccoy accidentally broke one of the plates. Spock refused to speak to him for a month.
But when Mccoy dies too, Spock tuggs the blanket Jim made him tight around his shoulders and tries to remember his T’hy’la’s smile and what it felt like to have a family.
this happens to me every single time i am sick to death of seeing the same thing
why are you reblogging this oh god please don’t
Because you’re right
There is now a measles outbreak in New York. A whole ward of cancer patients currently undergoing chemotherapy have been exposed to it. Imagine fighting cancer for years only to die because some jackass didn’t vaccinate their brat and you caught measles.
STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT PARENTS
This is why getting vaccinated is important. Most anti-vaccine people I’ve met argue that they’re fit and could fight off the diseases just fine, or that the diseases are pretty much obsolete so they’d never get in anyway.
But vaccines aren’t just about you. They’re about the population as a whole. Everyone has contact with people with compromised immune systems. The elderly, young children, those with diseases (cancer, hiv, etc.). When you refuse to get a vaccine, you don’t just put yourself at risk. You put all of them at risk.
This case is an unfortunate example of why it’s selfish not to vaccinate yourself and your children.
From the “I” in Facts I Just Made Up:
VALHALLA: An epic sci-fi action novel
Violet MacRae is one of the aimless millions crowding northern Scotland. In the year 2330, where war is obsolete and only brilliant minds are valued, she emerges into adulthood with more brawn than brains and a propensity for violence. People dismiss her as a relic, but world peace is more fragile than they know.
In Valhalla, a clandestine base hidden in an icy ravine, Violet connects with a group of outcasts just like her. There, she learns the skills she needs to keep the world safe from genetically enhanced criminals and traitors who threaten the first friends she’s ever known. She also meets Wulfgar Kray, a genius gang leader who knows her better than she knows herself and who would conquer the world to capture her.
Branded from childhood as a useless barbarian, Violet is about to learn the world needs her exactly as she is.
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Hey everyone, this was a great book. Read it. There’s lesbians and bug knives.
GUYS LAST NIGHT’S EPISODE DROPPED TO 2.64 MILLION. THIS IS NOT GOOD. I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO. THE CHANCES OF SEASON 3 ARE GETTING DIMMER, AT LEAST ON NBC. DO WHAT YOU CAN. GET MORE VIEWERS. IF YOU MISS AN EPISODE GO TO NBC.COM OR…
He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
Happy International Women’s Day! Here’s a piece we did last year. We’re re-posting to celebrate today. :)
Remember this day, men, for it will be yours for all time