Posts tagged WEEPING.

MEMORIES.

FLOODS OF MEMORIES.

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Just drop that logic,
and while you’re at it,
please drop those pants.

I am your Captain,
and that’s a direct order,
I see your heart beat quicken with my tricorder.

  February 09, 2011 at 08:10pm

sneakydeaky:

Must be Pon farr season.

Stephen Fry, national treasure, looking out the window of his loft at night.
Stephen Fry, playing in the dark, with the gadgets that he’s bought that day.
Stephen Fry, logging onto twitter now, letting all the folks know ‘bout the wordy book he enjoyed.
Stephen Fry, driving around in his London taxi, picking up randoms.
‘Cause he’s Stephen, Stephen Fry, yeah Stephen.

positronicbrain:

A MANBEAR IS

WHAT A MANBEAR DOES

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  January 24, 2011 at 03:04pm
via bracas

trouble in imzadi-land

  January 23, 2011 at 10:40pm

4x10 “The Loss”

HATERS GONNA HATE, i have such a soft spot for deanna troi.

& i am now nursing a Crusher/Troi/Riker love triangle ship.

hnnnnnnnnnng the look on his face. SOMEONE FETCH ME A BUCKET.

imzadi angst spam imminent.

  January 23, 2011 at 08:50pm

WHERE IS ALL THE GOOD TNG FIC?

WHERE IS IT???

I JUST WANT NON-COMMITTAL ON AGAIN/OFF AGAIN WILL THEY/WON’T THEY RIKER/TROI WITH OCCASIONAL ANGST FROM BOTH SIDES BEFORE HE GOES AFTER SOME SPACE CHICK (AGAIN) & SHE GETS FRUSTRATED & HOOKS UP WITH INTOXICATED!BEVERLY IN SICKBAY (AGAIN) WHILE THE GOOD DOCTOR WHINES ABOUT PICARD’S INDIFFERENCE TOWARDS HER AND GIVES INTO DEANNA’S HOT GIRLCOUNSELING WHICH TURNS INTO HOT GIRLSEXING & THEN IN THE MORNING WHEN THEY WORK OUT TOGETHER BEV WON’T ACKNOWLEDGE THAT ANYTHING BEYOND THE PLATONIC EVER HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM & DEANNA IS LIKE UGH HUMANS WHAT IS IT WITH YOU

  January 23, 2011 at 05:26pm

DATA YOU ARE PERFECT DON’T YOU EVER FORGET IT.

  January 12, 2011 at 11:09pm

20 Watts (by Joanna Estep, for the K/S advent calendar) ›

You departed from the previous plane a short while ahead of me. That means nothing.

their love is so epic, it can’t even be contained by the flimsy fabric of spacetime.

brb weeping.

  December 09, 2010 at 12:15am