maidenofiron157 asked:
*Name: maiden; *Age: 16; *Height: tiny (I'm 5'1" pfft); *Location: U.S east coast; *Interests: star trek and the avengers and also Chris Pine like ugh how dare he; *Why do you want to be my valentine: cause you're a cutie patootie and I've sent you cute headcanons before so I figured I might as well y'know
Now accepting formal applications for someone to be my valentine.
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wh oops
they can’t break me
as long as i know who i am
i’m just really emotional about reboot kirk all the time??????
fascinating | a star trek high school au
“The first day that we worked together, there was a chemistry there that hopefully we’ll get to explore in the other movies.” - Chris Pine
I love that Nurse Chapel is like the resident expert on the (in)capabilities of Vulcans. She doesn’t miss a goddamn beat.
It’s especially great that this comes right after the Romulans go on and on about how that have an innate understanding with Spock that no Human could ever hope to match because of their shared ancestry and instincts and blahblahblah. All Spock has to do is put his hand on Kirk’s face and say “He’s dead now. …That’s a thing,” and the Romulans are just like “SEEMS LEGIT.” Meanwhile Chapel’s like “I would get you the encyclopedia I wrote on Mister Spock’s hands and their powers and limitations BUT I DON’T NEED TO I HAVE IT MEMORIZED”
1x01 → 1x07
apologies if someone has already giffed this!
chris pine is a big fat toe head
i don’t mean he has really blonde hair
i mean his neck and head actually look like one big toe
Genie!Bones singing ‘Captain Kirk’ to the tune of Prince Ali tho
captain kirk, fabulous jerk
can’t keep his damn shirt on
fights like ten illogical men
fascinatingly
he faced the galloping gorn
that’s yet another shirt torn
the ship’s tailor wishes he’d never been born!
that’s captain kirk
he’s got seventy-five cooing tribbles
(he’s got the tribbles. we’ve got the tribbles.)
as for klingons, he’s fought fifty three
(your diet, jim. your diet, jim.)
his captain’s logs are written in scribbles
(you’ll drive a man to drink, jim, my god)
we bow to his charm, no need for alarm
boldly going where he may lead—
angels and ministers of mercy defend me. i’m a doctor, not a goddamn genie, jim!
