SCOTTY: Well, Captain, the Klingons called you, uh a tin-plated, overbearing, swaggering dictator with delusions of godhood.
KIRK: Is that all?
SCOTTY: No, sir. They also compared you with a Denebian slime devil.
KIRK: I see.
SCOTTY: And then they said you–
KIRK: I get the picture, Scotty.
SCOTTY: Yes, sir.
KIRK: After they said all this, that’s when you hit the Klingons?
SCOTTY: No, sir.
SCOTTY: No, I didn’t. You told us to avoid trouble.
KIRK: Oh, yes.
SCOTTY: And I didn’t see that it was worth fighting about. After all, we’re big enough to take a few insults. Aren’t we?
KIRK: What was it they said that started the fight?
SCOTTY: They called the Enterprise a garbage scow, sir.
KIRK: I see. And that’s when you hit the Klingons?
SCOTTY: Yes, sir.
KIRK: You hit the Klingons because they insulted the Enterprise, not because they–
SCOTTY: Well, sir, this was a matter of pride.

trulymadlymarci asked:

"I absolutely love that idea, babe!" I smile wide at you. // "Well, I was going to make a candlelight dinner of your favorite meal & play it for you afterwards." I look at you. "How does that sound?" -Liam

*smiles* after breakfast we can head our -Louis


*smiles widely* sounds perfect! -Em

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Derek hummed as he crawled into bed and nuzzled into Marcus' pillows with small growls. "You going to join me?"

Marcus didn’t say anything, but crawled onto the bed after him at his back. “Ok?” He asked, looking over Derek’s shoulder to try and get a look at his face.

The other day I realized that my accent is getting stronger and I think the personality is coming with it