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James T. Kirk is such a man that is pouring over with love. And the way he loves is selfless to the point of self destruction. Selfless to the point of selfishness. He will take on any pain that he can to unburden those he loves, because he knows he can take it. To the point that those around him notice and are concerned (see: “why do you invite death?” From the conscience of the king). He will help people until he dies, not realizing those who love him couldn’t bear to see him go.

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Here’s a question for you: when did AOS Jim Kirk fully emerge? 

At what point did he stop trying, and cover everything with arrogance and nonchalance and disdain? When did the sweet little boy completely disappear into the angry youth? When did he bury himself to keep himself safe? 

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People make fun of snw for having tarsus iv survivor on Jim’s Starfleet bio but honestly all of this was public information in conscience of the king. There are two scenes dedicated to Jim and Spock separately finding out Kevin Riley was one of the other survivors. It’s public information but the public doesn’t care.

Yes it’s fun for fanfiction to have the tarsus 9’s names redacted from the survivors lists and to have Jim go out of his way to keep that shit private but the reality is that the massacre is regarded by the galaxy at large as a horrible thing that happened, but that it was one of many horrible things and the case is closed.

Bones trying to brush Spock off when Spock is explaining everything he’s learned, and Bones’ response to Spock bringing up Kodos had his own theories of eugenics, are the most telling here.

“Unfortunately he wasn’t the first.”

The general public know the basic details of what happened, and the person who orchestrated the crimes seemingly died. And despite no positive ID on the body, Starfleet stopped looking into it. Everyone wanted it to go away. They choose not to bring it up. I’d argue that’s part of the point. All of this is public data but almost everyone involved wanted it to die. Even some of the victims. (Jim). But the thing about an untreated wound is that it can fester, and get worse until it’s impossible to ignore. And now you’re in a situation where 7 out of 9 survivors of a massacre are dead, all around the same time a company of actors performed in the area they lived.

Conscience of the King stands as a greater lesson on why willfully ignoring uncomfortable history will lead to people not learning from their parents’/ancestors’ mistakes and/or worse, make the same mistakes/commit the same crimes.

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packaging

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every now and then the internet decides it should revamp the ole “stop texting first and see how many friends you lose” when in reality you could literally just communicate that u feel bad that ur the only one texting first

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I feel like pirating media that isn’t sold or offered anywhere legally anymore shouldn’t be called piracy. Girl thats archaeology

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OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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“You want to be brothers-in-arms, to have him to yourself… to be shipwrecked together, (to) perform valiant deeds to earn his admiration, to save him from certain death, to die for him - to die in his arms, like a Spartan, kissed once on the lips… or just run his errands in the meanwhile. You want him to know what cannot be spoken, and to make the perfect reply, in the same language.” Tom Stoppard, The Invention of Love

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My most toxic trait is fully believing that I could get a Vulcan to like me

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Not a day goes by that I don’t think about this scene and how there’s just no way Bobby hasn’t realised that Buck is in love with Eddie.

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And that was it? That was it.

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The thing with amateur local theater is it is almost always bad BUT keeping it alive is the most important thing

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what’s your favourite colour of the sky?

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The Primrose Confectionary Co. set of 12 Star Trek cards (1971)

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is this anything