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A composite depicting the Milky Way above Antelope Canyon, Arizona Photographed by Yoni De Mulder

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took a break from crying about poi to do some spones for nalyne :D

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Space Flirts! The phone background!!

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It’s a tragedy, the way our story goes

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sarek and amanda had to go off planet mission.

 spock does not want to be left behind.

*tonk'peh ; informal greeting used among Vulcans -by vulcan language dictionary

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Thought you might like this one a hell of a lot bigger.

size matters

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I try not to think too hard about how these are my life choices.

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dying and coming back gives you considerable perspective

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Chris Pine photographed by Blair Getz Mezibov for DuJour Magazine (2016)

“[Star Trek]’s gotten so much better and so much easier. This family we built has gotten tighter, stronger and stranger; we fight more and we make up more. It’s a great marriage—we understand each other and what we all do best… And now that J.J. Abrams has left, the kids have taken over the asylum.” 

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Burnt

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Isolation, that was a very toxic and dark word. It brought nothing but depression, loneliness to a person as they sat alone, in their room watching the birds and whatever else was out there. He knew this feeling very well. Seven years, seven years he dealt with isolation. It was sort of welcomed now. Considering his condition he didn’t really have the choice. 

It was supposed to help burn victims who had some of their senses ripped away be able to feel again. Regrowing tissue and creating stimulation when there wasn’t any to be felt. It was a complex idea and he was so close. creating this would just help so many that worked on ships, getting burned by some sort of engineer accident. He wanted nothing more than to help, but of course to his own luck that was going to ruin his whole life. He remembered the day clearly, working hard on the serum pouring and mixing chemicals, placing equations to the side. Days, he had worked for days on this. little did he know, one drop...one drop of the wrong chemical and it all went to shit. The mixture had exploded and he was caught in the harsh explosion. 

The explosion oddly didn’t hurt him, he wasn't burnt. He didn't have any severe injuries. Personally he did wish he had injuries, because what had happened was even worse. He remembered men coming to help him, their hands touching his shoulder and all he could do was scream. It was like his skin was seared by a hot rod, fingerprints forever to be scarred on his shoulder. That’s when it all went to shit. The chemical caused his skin to be extremely sensitive when it came to any sort of contact, bumping, touching, hitting would burn his skin like someone pushed him into the fire. It was horrible. He had so many fingerprints and hand prints as scars. 

Jim kept himself isolated, his mother the only one to visit him, giving him groceries and daily necessities as well as things he asked for. But she was leaving soon, getting back to a ship finally and Jim wanted her to go. So she found a old friend of hers who apparently needed some job or whatever to come and help him. Jim didn’t mind, she didn’t tell whoever about his condition so he could have something to talk about. Goody. 

Today was the day, he was covered from head to toe so he wouldn’t be touched, it was safer that way. Jim breathed in sharply when the door rang, fuck. They were here. He opened the door a crack narrowing his blue eyes. “You the one that accepted the job?” He asked quietly.

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Jim groaned at the touch, moving away a bit since the purple-blue bruise was fairly fresh. “Maybe five, no ten times?” He asked closing his eyes to block away the pain. Mm yeah that smart. Jim needed ice or something. Oh a drink, yeah that would be great. “Not my fault this time.” He grumbles pursing his lips a bit.

"Who gave you that black eye!?"

“Mmm dunno. It’s a little bit blurry. Is the room supposed to spin?”

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“Mmm what if I make both? Both..both is good right? It’ll just be a bit longer. Can you handle that?”

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“Alright, apple pie or blueberry? Personally I like apple pie, but I’m feeling blueberry right now..”

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"Who gave you that black eye!?"

“Mmm dunno. It’s a little bit blurry. Is the room supposed to spin?”

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Taluhk nash-veh k'dular

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“Just spitting out insults today are we?” He huffed crossing his arms looking exactly what Uhura had described, a child. “And you have a tendency to be mean.”

"Wow, hurtful!"

     “Excuse me! I said you were handsome, James. What’s hurtful about that?”