Star Trek rewatch: The Man Trap. (S01E01)
Captain’s log, stardate 1513.1. Our position, orbiting planet M-113. On board the Enterprise, Mr. Spock, temporarily in command. On the planet, the ruins of an ancient and long-dead civilization. Ship’s surgeon McCoy and myself are now beaming down to the planet’s surface. Our mission: routine medical examination of archeologist Robert Crater and his wife Nancy. Routine but for the fact that Nancy Crater is that one woman in Dr. McCoy’s past.

okay so i was tagged to do the thing where i say five things i like about myself so….

1. I am extremely passionate about things that I truly care about. Be it, Harry Potter, One Direction, Star Trek, Doctor Who, or even (regrettably) my Twilight phase, if I like something I just don’t like it a little.

2. I like my eyes. I think they’re a pretty shape and I can do some really cool things with eyeshadow and eyeliner with them. 

3. I am very forgiving. Even if you physically, mentally, emotionally hurt me, I will, without a doubt forgive you. Some people may see that as a fatal flaw, but idk I think it’s a v… nice trait to have.

4. I think I’m a pretty good writer. I have a nice relationship with words idk.

5. I have a very warm smile and very straight teeth.


silly-addiction suggested I draw Niall and his guitar from the iHeartRadio Festival performance.

Harry snuck his way into the drawing as he does.  


zayn is that snake who catches you slip and brings it to the light. he probably keeps an archive of your fuck ups so that he can snatch you up when you tryna get bright….

you: *tries to flame zayn*

zayn: remember that time 5 years ago at approximately 3:22pm when you misspelled january? on a legal document?


zayn: get hooked on phonics bitch


#this is it. this is zayn’s superhero narrative. #punk kid scientist who reads mysteries on his downtime hears of some mystical alchemical miracle treasure buried #deep deep in the desert where not even fucking carrion go #it’s a treasure that only the gods’ chosen are able to find and legend has it that they are never seen again #that once they find it either the sun fries them on the desert floor leaving nothing but a trail of calcified bones and dust #or that the gods take them into the heavens where they live forever; blessed and beautiful for eternity #he goes and he finds the treasure - gold dappled by sunlight so bright it blinds him but still he crawls in the sand and dips his fingers inside it and it is the most ecstatic feeling #for a second he knows what icarus knew as the sun soldered his skin and withered the wings off his back #for a second he knows infinte victory and glory and beauty wrapped in stars and sublime terror #and he’s never seen again.


Martha Jones is a black female doctor who Shakespare wrote sonnets about she saved the world using a spell from Harry Potter and then she traveled the world and saved it from the master and she didn’t need something magical about her to save the world
So please explain to me why you hate martha

me making a new white friend


me: hahahahha i hope u not a racist piece of shit


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