10:30 AM - 11:30 AM - DreamWorks Voltron: Legendary Defender, a Netflix Original Series
Official Description - Zarkon has been defeated and Shiro is nowhere to be found. Without a pilot for the Black Lion or the ability to form Voltron, the team must quickly devise a plan, as the ascension of Prince Lotor pulls them into a perilous game of cat and mouse. Executive producer Joaquim Dos Santos, co-executive producer Lauren Montgomery, Bex Taylor-Klaus, and Tyler Labine debut the first episode of season 3 of the Netflix original series DreamWorks Voltron: Legendary Defender. All attendees will receive an SDCC-exclusive poster created by the Voltron crew. Room 6BCF
You see him first in a glare of sunlight through clouds, armored up in shiny coverings, the sort of bracelets that have bandaids hidden underneath. The kind of opulence that covers up the decay inside. Cumulonimbus blossoming out of pale white. You love him anyway. You love him like he’s an airborne spark and you’re a forest full of dry wood, like you never knew how to love until he came along. He loves you back like lightning reflecting off of his cloud white teeth. He loves you back.
The two of you are still incomplete, though, lightning without thunder, clouds without rain, just a summer day desert electrical storm that quietly knocks out power grids. You kiss like staticky cotton balls, every fiber drawn towards the sky and the ground. Your skin prickles with shock when he loops his hand through yours but your other hand hangs loose at your side and so does his. He stretches like a wispy cloud trying to cover up a blue sky and you rub your feet along carpets. It’s not enough.
He finds someone at a bar one night, says she laughed like rain in an overturned umbrella, says her hand fit in his empty palm like a cloud heavy with rain, that he came home without a wallet, without a watch. With a business card tucked into his pocket. He tells you this and you kiss him, positive to negative, tell him to get his girl. You tell him that you love him like electricity loves a rainstorm and he smiles. She comes home and drenches the house with her presence. You love her like nothing else, because she carries you to new places. You love them both.
But even with the three of you, rain and cloud and ground, and the lightning that occurs when you all end up in the same place, it’s quiet. It’s powerful, you love her like exposed wires in a flooded basement, encompassing, deadly, and you love him like a taser sputtering in your hand, but it’s quiet, even if it’s deadly, even if it’s beautiful. It’s not enough.
You meet her in the streets and she throws a grenade past you and it rumbles in your chest. She drags you onto the back of her motorcycle and roars through the back ways. You feel her laugh vibrate though your jacket, your arms holding on for dear life. You tell them about her, and light as rain, soft as clouds they kiss you, tell you that they love you and then torrential, blotting out the sun, they push you to the door, static against your back, tell you to go get her. You bring her home and the sky shakes. You loop your hands through thunder and clouds and rain and thunder link together and the circle is closed as rain and cloud grab onto each other desperately.
The Vampire Diaries is ending tonight and it’s
bittersweet. I can remember watching the pilot episode back in 2009 and
becoming fascinated with these incredibly complex characters originating from
LJ Smith’s arguably best work. From those first few scenes I knew I would be
It was the first show that I fell in love
with. It was the first show that had me searching for all possible spoilers and
theories about what would happen in future episodes. It was the first show that
after every episode had me anxiously waiting days on end for the next episode
or god forbid season. It was the first show where it felt so effortless to
It had an amazing run throughout its first
three seasons and that’s how I wish I could remember the show. The show with
plot twists, darkness, twisted morality, epic storylines, an amazing
soundtrack, and enthralling villains. I adored that show.
I don’t really want to get into how the show
turned into something I eventually had to give up on. But to ignore that part
would be a lie. It’s no secret that due to range of different reasons the show
started shifting into something that wasn’t as captivating to me as it once
was. It is what it is.
Regardless, there are some shows that
impact your life even past its end and I know The Vampire Diaries is going to
be one of those shows. Even if tonight’s episode doesn’t turn out the way I
envisioned or hoped it would doesn’t change the fact that The Vampire Diaries
will always be a salvation of some kind to me.
To the fandom (Stelena, Klaroline and Bamon
fans in particular) thank you so much. I know it’s been crazy for these past
eight seasons and so much awful crap has happened but your perseverance,
creativity and undying hope for the show has always kept me interested. I pray we
get an ending worthy of our passion.
Thank you to Paul Wesley, Nina Dobrev, Ian
Somerhalder, Kat Graham, Candice King, Michael Trevino, Zach Roerig, Steven R.
McQueen, Matt Davis, Joseph Morgan, Michael Malarkey, Sara Canning, Kayla Ewell
and all other actors and actresses involved for bringing some of my favourite
characters to life. Thank you to Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec (even through the
many disagreements) and the crew for creating and developing this beautifully compelling
Jonathan was always in and out of the center of attention. He loved it when people kept their eyes on him when he’s busting out some sweet moves with his crew. Especially from their rival crew,anything to get that Asian eye candy’s gaze on him.. And sometimes he hated it when attention was placed on him. Even more so when he’s being a prissy bitch. But ever since he created his crew,things only got better. His crew consisted of 7 people.
Bryce,their resident gymnast who’s a sexy motherfucker. Jonathan wondered how he hasn’t gotten an offer as pole dancer.
Brock,the Mom™,also the one who can beat Miley in a twerk off. He’s thicc and ready to rumble.
Craig is usually the one who comes to rehearsals in crop tops and booty shorts. Beware though,this bespectacled beauty is feisty.
Lui loves to dance in baggy shirts and shorts but his moves are soft and quick. Usually he beats most students in their dance studio. Jonathan doesn’t like to brag but he’s better than most too.
Smii7y.. well. He choreographed ‘Drunk In Love’ and proceeded to hump the air in his boyfriend’s ripped jeans and flannel shirt.
All in all,Jonathan built their dance studio from scratch and made a name for themselves in the industry. Still,with that being said,they still had competition in the form of The Emperors. A rival crew that had Jonathan’s boyfriend,Evan Fong, as their leader.
It was funny enough.
Jonathan’s crew member’s significant others were also on Evan’s crew. Jonathan didn’t have the words to describe them so he doesn’t even bother. What he does bother with is the combined classes that they’ll do twice a week,a hectic time for both crews.
Jonathan remembers doing the choreographed routine for ‘Needed’ with Evan and everyone’s eyes were on them. They just wanted to make a point that without each other,they wouldn’t be where they are now.
Don’t even get him started on Craig’s dance with Tyler. The blue eyed male was pretty sure that 'Good Kisser’ was not suitable for their younger students. It was more like porn on ice. Don’t get him wrong,Jonathan loves Craig but he does not want to be hit with a law suite for inappropriate actions in public.
With that being said,Smiity wasn’t any better. The young Canadian danced to ‘Rude Boy’ while he was wearing his boyfriend’s clothes. Jonathan facepalmed as he heard the hoots and catcalls directed towards the youngest of the group. Granted,he did allow Mini to do the choreograph for it but he didn’t expect it to be this bad. Brock and Brian didn’t even show some parental resistance! Traitors. They decided to throw caution into the wind and danced to ‘Bubblegum’ which wasn’t really sexual but they never did that kind of thing in the first place.
Jonathan thanked the heavens for Bryce and Lui. They,atleast,chose a less sexual dance. Bryce and Ryan chose the sickeningly sweet dance to teach their class. Jonathan could feel the affection that radiated from the pair when they finished their dance. Lui and Nogla has Jonathan’s full blessing after the two chose a very cute,very mildly sexy dance to do.
With all honesty,Jonathan was grateful for the insults and the bullying that he went through. If it weren’t for them,he would never be where he is right now. On top of the industry with his partner to challenge him every step of the way. He’s content with how things are now.
heeeeeres another AU :DD I had a little help from @immatureturd ! we determined the dance moves to go along with the ships so expect more to come! Really appreciate the reblogs and likes <3
I mean is difficult as heck but it’s super funny! The graphics are amazing and the music makes it more enjoyable!
The only thing i still dont know how to do well is parring xD but it has been a long time since i played something (last game was undertale and you only needed to evade. with this you need to evade, shoot and think every move while everybody is attacking you from all the sides of the screen).
I really can’t believe that it’s already been a year since the gf finale aired… and this year it’ll be five years since the first episode. thank you Alex Hirsch and the entire gfalls crew for creating this fantastic show that I had the honor of watching from the very first time it aired on tv to the very last. I won’t ever forget it <3
People get into underground fighting for 2 reasons: 1) they like fighting. 2) gambling. The more money involved, the more dangerous it is to fight. Jeremy knows that, but he needs the money and get's in too deep and needs help. He doesn't have anyone else to go to, if he fights he could get killed but he can't back out now. He needs the money or he can't pay his bills. And he can't tell the owner or whatever he wont fight, that'll also get him killed. He's just screwed, so he goes to the one 1/2
nice person he knows. So he waits outside the Starbucks for Ryan to finish his shift. At first he’s not sure why or what he wants from Ryan. When Ryan sees how upset Jeremy is, his first instinct is to hunt down whoever is causing Jeremy’s problem, but ultimately, Jeremy is just like “Hey, can I stay at your place for a little while?” And Ryan’s like, i gotta lay low, having a roommate is a good cover right? “Yeah, sure.” 2/2
there’s some logistic problems in this. as much as i love it, and i do, ryan isn’t living alone here. he’s living with the other fakes still and like jeremy might not recognize the maskless vagabond, but you know who he will recognize? Fucking Ramsey. Or Mogar. Maybe even Pattillo or the Golden Boy. So like. Taking Jeremy back home to their tiny little safe house is a no-no. Unless of course the story is rewritten where the fakes split off into different safe houses/apartments, in which case totally. This will def happen.
Basically what im getting at is i have no idea whats actually established in this au or not. I kinda want to combine it completely with the first ask that resulted in this. but i also wanna take that first ask in a different direction from this path. but u know. nothing matters anyway.
Anyway, assuming this is a version ryan is not living with the other Fakes, Rye definitely lets Jeremy stay with him for a few days and fucking damn if that doesn’t make his crush on Jeremy worse. Like sleepy Jeremy in the morning? Fucking adorable holy shit. Jeremy learns Ryan fucking never sleeps, so tries to keep Ryan some company even if it usually results in him falling asleep as they’re watching something together. And fuuuuuuu he’s so cute what the fuck. Ryan is fucking screwed over this soft boy.
(Despite the notes that my ‘ode to theatre kids i guess’ has received, it’s not my best work and doesn’t get my message across in the way that I had hoped. This is my rewrite.)
There is a secret society, underground, lurking in high school auditoriums. We float in lifeboats under our opera houses, humming familiar tunes that never quite leave us. We are so very different from each other and that’s magic in itself.
There are the leading players, chasing after whatever musicals land in the spotlight. They run blogs devoted to faux- emails and boys in bathrooms, and are often criticized. They are drama queens and kings and monarchs, demanding the spotlight. You deserve it, kids. You’re welcome to the theatre community. This is to you.
There are the eyeliner wrinkles; those who have charming voices and maturity and old age makeup. The Mrs. Potts and the Miss Hannigans, surrounded by beauties and orphan girls. They drool over Tonys and Conrads and other names foreign to the youth, but they are often just as young. This is to you.
There are the screenwriters, fixated on the bright lights and underlying themes. The stories enrapture them; from 19th century Russia to the end of the millennium, they are here for the stories. There are pages and pages of emotions in every note, and these Soundheims can hear every tear. This is to you.
There are the costumers and makeup artists, who might not find peace in the music or the plot, but in Dolly’s feathery scarlet frock. Or Glinda’s fuchsia frills. Or Grizabella’s whiskers. They look upon the stage with a passion for the lights, glittering and reflecting off of their work and their talent. This is to you.
There is the ensemble, left out of the light and friendships between the leads, with no lines, but an undying passion. To the altos and basses, who choke out the notes they wish they could hit and stumble the steps they can’t perform. These are the ones that work the hardest. They often haven’t taken tap classes since the womb, and their voice lessons are found in Choir Class. So they spend their nights watching Youtube videos and crying. This is to you.
There is the stage crew, who create the impossible. Who fly people into windows and to Neverland, rubbing their fingers raw as they scribble directions and spells onto the margins of their scripts. Who do perform magic every night, for a slice of cake at the cast party, a smile from the director, and eyerolls from the talkative cast. This is to you.
Finally, there is the most important part of any show. There is the audience. Without them, there is no point. There is no point to divulging the most human emotions, or spending hours memorizing beats and words, if nobody hears them. We have all been in the audience.
The leading players are often viewing the great shows, at home on their laptops with the lights low. The wrinkles drawn with Elf eyeliner watch high school students perform because the rights to “Guys and Dolls” and “Anything Goes” are cheap as hell. The screenwriters visit touring casts, desperate to meet casts that perform the words they cannot say. The design team watches the Tonys with bright eyes, exposed to colorful suits and floral dresses that spin with every twirl. The ensemble proudly watches their friends twirl on stages that they were not invited to perform upon. The stage crew muses as to how Mary Poppins pulls the world from her bag and how they’d love to have that power.
We are the audience, We are the generation of an outpouring of love and music. We are the theatre kids. And this is to you, my friends. My tight-knit family. May you always be satisfied.
PSA TO FANS WHO STAN ‘unpopular’/’underrated’ GROUPS : please reblog
So I’m writing this to other fans that know the struggle of being constantly scared for the disbandment of one of your fave groups. I know Nu'est fans, Topp Dogg fans, After School, Stellar, B.I.G, Madtown, 24k, Boys Republic, MYNAME, Berry Good, Rainbow, Sonamoo, f(x), History and so many other fandoms can relate. You all know who you are, and I’m praying, hoping, that we can all help each other out again, like we’ve done before and band together to help support a group that I really don’t want to disappear like so many others have.
If you’re interested in helping out that would mean the world to me but if not, maybe you could check out some of the links I’ve attached below, or REBLOG, or even just check out one video: BIGSTAR’s most recent comeback Full Moon Shine. If you’d like to just skip to the links, I’ll have everything under the cut, but if you’d like to read a little about the group and hear my thoughts that would be awesome. (There is quite a bit, I will warn you.)
So i was thinking about the fahc lying low. Maybe after they have to brun everything in the penthouse and the LSPD finally called in the FBI. So they find a small dinky little house and have to furnish it and deal with everyone being so close together with one bathroom. Maybe the store is farther away and they have to take like mini van because they lost all there cars. Things like not being able to shower because someone else aready showered and now we have to wait for the hot water. (1/?)
Them hating the small kitchen and the fact that one burner only works pn high one doesnt work and another the nob falls off of. The frindge either freezes everything or anything on the top self rots. And the yell and scream when they drive by a sears because damn it they have enough money to buy seventeen iron chef kitchens. But no they cant access their accounts because they dont know how much evidence the fire destroyed. And they all just hate have mundane little lives (2/2)
omfg this is fucking GREAT anon
Because oh man there will be so much frustration there. They’ve lost sooo much. And while they’re not completely destroyed, it fucking feels like it when they’re all stuck in the crappy, old safehouse, while their penthouse lays destroyed. And then every little thing amongst them all just fuels the fire. Living with all of them in such a tiny place has got to be miserable. And no amount of Jack’s “just try thinking of it like a vacation” or Jeremy’s quiet “Well at least we’re all together” make it any better.
Basically what I’m getting at is this would lead to one mother of all fights, probably one or two storming out the door, and everyone having that fear that this will be the end of the Fakes
Request: Fufil this prompt- “I have been eagerly awaiting the day I could meet you, and I am not disappointed.
A/N: You see, the thing is in Star Trek series post-TOS, like
Next Gen (Deep Space Nine doesn’t really count in this case as it’s meant to
cater for families-) have kids aboard the ship. But we don’t really see this in
the Reboots or TOS so, at one point someone had to successfully raise a kid
that would convince Starfleet it was a good idea. Also, @Kirk: we saw that
wistful look when you saw Sulu and fam, thought we wouldn’t notice, but we did.
Also, let’s be honest, this crew would probably take shifts babysitting.
Also, god I love
TOS hijinks. I mean, fucking alien mobsters and Greek gods and aliens that are
just dogs with a cone on their heads.
“Captain, this a
pretty inopportune time but,” You commed the Bridge, knuckles turning white as
you gripped the stainless-steel edge of the laboratory bench. Your breath was
sharp now as you felt the cramps start to worsen a little now. In the end, you
gave up trying to stand up and slid to a drier part of the floor where you
water hadn’t inconveniently broken,
“would you mind calling down my dork of a boyfriend?”
“What did Chekov do this time?” Captain Kirk sighed,
exasperated. Honestly, you could almost imagine the Captain raising a brow at
your adorable boyfriend as he turned in his navigation chair, confused. You
hissed a little as your cramps began to increase in frequency now, and you
tried counting them.
“You mean apart from get me pregnant?” You laughed. Doctor
McCoy, evidently hearing the slight chaos within your laboratory space had
entered, wide-eyed and cursing the stars, calling for medics. “Um, it’s a
“Slight? Oh god…”
His voice raised in a slightly more harried pitch, your understatement finally
making sense. There was a pregnant (no pun intended) beat of silence before the
usually calm bridge erupted into audible chaos, frenzied Russian cursing thrown
into the mix. Amusingly, you could distinguish a somewhat panicked Spock
attempting to calm down every bridge member; Lieutenant Uhura screaming about
how she hadn’t finished putting the hamper together.
“Okay, you’re going to have to remain calm,” Bones warned as
he and another nurse (you remembered her name to be along the lines of Janice).
“Your water broke early, things could get a little complicated-“
“The baby will be fine, won’t it?” You were breathless, feeling
the full force of lengthening contractions, causing you to wince in pain. It
was fine, it was honestly fine, you’d been thrown off cliffs as part of the
away team before, you could handle this. “Where’s Pav-“
“Your cute boyfriend will be here in about three seconds,
nothing to worry about,” Bones brushed you off, and you breathed a little in
relief as Pavel, curls in disarray and arms carrying your emergency bag. Janice
insisted that Pavel stop fretting and instead, support your weight as you were
set down on a medical bed.
What followed next was characterised by unspeakable pain and
several death-threats aimed at Pavel. You struggled to push, feeling the
searing pain of contractions in your swollen abdomen. It felt as if the room
were too bright, everything as if the exposure had been left on for too long as
the white light burned your eyes and reflected in the droplets of sweat
glistening at your temples. Pavel was the greatest comfort you could have asked
for, in between the small panics and the jumble of Russian, you discerned some
things- lovely things, thing’s you’ll hold against him probably. But it was the
gentleness of his touch, as he brushed away stray locks from your forehead or pressed
gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth as you succeeded in yet another round
of agonising pushing.
The bright lights and claustrophobic presence all faded
away, gently as your vision clouded a little in tired darkness, your breathing
slowing down as your ears heard the shrill cry of a newborn. The vision of your
son being weighed and washed was accompanied by Pasha’s soothing tones as he
whispered in your ear, peppered in between kisses, of your shared future and
excitement, of his pride in your strength. It was too good an opportunity not to make a biting witticism, and he
choked out a laugh before the green-blue eyes you had so fallen in love with
focused upon an identical pair, swaddled in warm blankets.
You’d lost count of how many uncharted planets you had
visited, of the unceasing wonder that crept up your spine and tingled your
fingers as you encountered yet another species, and undiscovered life. But that
was nothing to the intense potential you saw in the small baby in your arms,
his tiny nose so identical to his fathers, the barest hint of Pavel’s curls in
your hair colour peeking out the edges of the white blanket.
Alexander. The name
rolled of your tongues, it would fit him as he got older, you supposed. Thought
Pavel had already nicknamed him Leshenka.
The cute nickname sounding more melodious and beautiful as the golden seconds
“Pasha? Are you alright?” You turned your attention to the
man, teardrops forming at the corners of his eyes as he wiped them away with a
“Y-yes,” Pavel pressed a small kiss to his son’s forehead. Wordlessly,
you handed your son to his father, watching on, contented as he rested against
his father’s uniform. “I hawe been waiting the day I could meet you, Leshenka.”
The baby’s eyes slowly drifted close, tiny breaths escaping his soft lips as
colour rose in his adorably chubby cheeks, “and I could newer be disappointer. You
Tiredness overtook your senses and you gently fell asleep,
leaving Pavel to care for his son.
Stardate… I’ve lost count.
Chekov’s kid won’t
stop crying, no one on the Enterprise has slept in about a month. We’ve created
shifts for crew to try and bounce and sing the kid to sleep. Alexander Pavlovich
Chekov’s (Alex to us, Leshenka to his parents) got nothing of his father’s
quiet nature, he seems to take after his mother more. Which is either
wonderful, or terrible, but we’ll figure that out once he starts crawling and
We don’t think it’s
ethical to have Spock mind-meld the kid to sleep, or pinch his nerve, but we’ve
been given the greenlight should we get desperate. My second-in-command also
seems to be well-trained in children’s lullabies and is perhaps the most
effective at getting him to shut the hell up. I am aware that there are
photographs of Commander Spock holding the sleeping baby circulating around
both the ship and the academy. Off-record, I whole-heartedly support this.
We’ve also prevented
several crew members (that means you granddaddy Scotty and granddaddy Bones)
from procuring a pet tribble for the kid. That’s a terrible idea from
experience. See my previous log entitled: I fucking hate tribbles, for
elaboration. However, I may tolerate an Alfa 177 canine for his birthday. I may
or may not have already secured the purchase of one from some Iotian mobsters.
We have learned,
however, that Alexander is happiest on the Bridge. I have given explicit
permission for Ensign Chekov to bring the kid aboard the Bridge as Ms [l/n]’s
position in research poses a health risk to not only the infant, but upon Ms
[l/n] as she has chosen to breast-feed.
Mr Scott held a
competition within Engineering to see who could develop the best baby-monitor
and cradle. He won. But that may be due to command-sponsored sabotage.
It is in my… um…
wisdom I suppose that Starfleet cater for growing families upon research ships
in the form of crèches or perhaps in the case of the destroyed Vulcan planet: a
space station. As tiring of an experience this has been, it has unified the
crew in one form or another, all are interested in the well-being of the child.
It has also reduced the amount of profanities dropped on all official records
(yes, I am referring to Doctor McCoy). Mr Sulu, in particular, has been most
helpful in directing the young parents given his extensive experience.
But it is of Mr Sulu’s
experience that I need to elaborate upon. Humanity will go to all lengths to
protect their children, to ensure they are loved. Having children aboard the
Enterprise while yes, risky; would raise not only crew morale, but kick shit up
another gear when we encounter trouble. I pity the poor Klingon that attacks
our ship now that we have a kid on board. And these children would benefit from
an alternate form of education and widen their experiences within our
ever-expanding galaxy. Should Starfleet grant the crew’s collective request, we
will be stopping by Yorktown (to pick up Mr Sulu’s daughter) and other
Federation planets in order to pick up some younger pre-school age children. Hopefully
we will be able to establish a form of schooling aboard so that way Sulu’s kid
and other won’t have to return to their colonies or planets after a single year
on the starship.
Damn it, I’m on nappy
duty, I owe Chekov a favour. The kid’s cute and all, but they’re the biggest pain in the ass I
have ever known. I shouldn’t have agreed to be co-godparent with Sulu.
“Keptin!” Chekov had finally entered the Bridge, looking a
little more tired than usual; his curls a mess and bags under his eyes. Kirk
smiled at the sight of a small bundle placed in a make-shift sling against the
navigator’s yellow shirt. Chekov pointed to the small bundle before taking his
usual seat beside Sulu, babbling excitedly about his small son. Little Alexei
seemed to possess his father’s cherubic curls, gently resting atop his forehead.
Kirk was incredibly
aware that they were about to hail Starfleet for final judgement as to whether
or not Ms [l/n] or Mr Chekov should be asked to temporarily relieve their
But little Alexander was awake now, minute fingers reaching
out for his father’s face with an expectant giggle. Chekov’s tired face lit up
with a brilliant smile, murmuring Russian endearments to Leshenka and
encouraging him further.
Kirk had yet to learn how to block out the ‘awwws’.
To be fair though, he joined them as the baby’s pudgy
fingers made contact with his father’s proud face.
But Uhura’s warnings of Starfleet hailing them snapped him
out of his temporary state of ‘fluffiness’ as Bones would put it. Kirk stopped
for a moment, unsure of whether they should go through with the meeting.
Likelihood would be that Ms [l/n] would be relieved of her position for at
least two years, but it hardly seemed fair to the pair of them. It hardly
seemed fair to others like Sulu, who had families in Yorktown or Earth or other
“Keptin wait, I hawe a leetle surprise,” Chekov carefully
un-bundled his small son to reveal a miniaturised Starfleet outfit, matching
his father’s blue-and-yellow dress uniform.
If it was possible, the coos and awws only got louder. Even
Spock quirked the corners of his lips in amusement as Uhura broke her usually
composed façade, pointing out that it was her
romper that she had made and announced that she had also created a miniature
yellow uniform. She made notes of the crew members who wished to order some. Kirk
decided that such activities could be considered a hobby and therefore any
income did not require tax deduction.
Negotiation tactics? He’d developed several of them in these
last three years, most proved to be successful. But manipulating Star fleet through
use of adorable babies?
Absolutely genius. It should be taught at the Academy.
I - am too emotional to say more than Kingdom’s finale ripped my soul out.
Jay Kulina (Jonathan Tucker) Nate Kulina (Nick Jonas) & Alvey Kulina (Frank Grillo) are actors that have surpassed everything I know about determination, regret, blood, love and pain. I kudos Byron Balasco, his cast, and crew for creating a devastatingly real show that ended too soon - thank you.