Kategorie: Allgemein

ohermal:

A lifeless light surrounds us each night. Never could I imagine that
something so luminous could feel so dark. It’s this glow that reminds 

us of the dreamless existence we’ve been sentenced to. But what I call

a sentence, others accept as normalcy. How did they so efficiently

eradicate the dreams within us? When the bishops instituted Vialism

as mandate, they effectively reversed the hope that many arrived with.

hailingfrequencies:

bigmamag:

fuck-bones:

Starfleet Admirals get worried when Captain Kirk bursts into their offices.

Starfleet Admirals get a little scared when Captain Kirk bursts into their offices followed by Commander Spock.

Starfleet Admirals get fucking terrified when Captain Kirk bursts into their offices with both Commander Spock and Doctor McCoy by his sides. 

I love this because I get why the admiral is scared. Kirk bursts in by himself, that’s troubling but not full red alert yet. He’s followed by Spock and oh shit it’s yellow alert because whatever Kirk’s cooking up, Spock is on board with it and if Spock is on board then it means it’s Logical and they’ll probably get their way. But then sometimes they both have insane schemes that somehow Kirk talks Spock into but if McCoy is with them then RED ALERT, RED ALERT, THE VOICE OF REASON IS NOW ANOTHER AGENT OF CHAOS AND WHATEVER THEY WANT THEY’LL GET EVEN IF THEY HAVE TO STRAP FOUR WARP CORES TOGETHER AND RIDE THAT SHIT BACK TO THE MESOZOIC ERA TO DO IT

the most terrifying of all is Spock and McCoy showing up without Kirk because oh god what did he do now

scarletswitch:

I was a wild li’l shorty, man, just like you. Runnin’ around with no shoes on when the moon was out. This one time… I run by this old… this old lady. I was runnin’, hollerin’… cuttin’ a fool, boy. This old lady, she stopped me. She said… “Running around, catching up all that light. In moonlight, black boys look blue. You blue. That’s what I gon’ call you. Blue.”

Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

weirddyke:

i love seeing elderly women who clearly have reached that point where they don’t care about how they’re perceived anymore and are fully engaged with life on their own terms. idk that sounds deep but im just really happy to see this woman on the train rn with pink streaks in her hair wearing bright green new balance sneakers and reading a stephen king novel with a book of crosswords sticking out of her suitcase. i feel like ideally at some point in old age women return to the freedom and unselfconsciousness of pre-pubescent girlhood