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anonymous asked:

Headcannons for what the Enterprise main crew would get you for your birthday? (I don't know the acronym for the 2009 series but the 2009 series if that makes sense)


On your birthday, you aren’t expecting much, but the crew has been planning on making you feel special!

  • Chekov slips you a great bottle of Scotch, informing you that all the best scotch comes from Russia.
  • Sulu remembers that you two had ridiculous amounts of fun “sword fighting” with the tiny plastic drink swords on your last shore leave and gives you a bag of them. Soon the entire crew is armed with them and there’s a “murder” game in the works.
  • Scotty reprograms the replicator in your room to make caffeinated chocolate ice cream for a week.
  • Spock doesn’t really understand birthdays, but gives you a small plant that thrives in space for your quarters after remembering a conversation you had about trees and oxygen.
  • Bones gave you three days leave from duties. It was probably your favourite gift.
  • Uhura and Chapel took you out on a ladies night the next time you were on shore leave. They said your walk of shame the next day was worth the expense of your liquor tab.
  • Jim surprises you with a promotion and commendation, joking that those are the best gifts. But later, slips you a sweatshirt you recognize as a replacement for the Academy one you lost after the Khan incident. You realize later that it was his.


goddessofmischiefandlightningg  asked:

I'm not sure if it's there. But, I instantly saw plurals with Ronaldo and some of the su fandom in how he was attacking Steven. The way he was calling him a fake crystal gem because he doesn't follow the rules for gems and the fandom getting angry at people drawing a character a certain way or shipping a ship. I feel like this episode was trying to get across a message to the fandom to chill out. What do you think?

Ronaldo is always meant to parallel a portion of the fandom. I don’t think that the crew has ever said it, but that intention is clear.


I was tagged by @crossedbeams to write about what female friendship means to me… again.. sorry.. this could get long.  :-O 

Well I talked back on #wewomen Wednesday and i mentioned my tribe of moms. I really can’t put into words what having a support system in place like this means. I know the person i was at 20 is nothing like the person i was at 30 and I also know the person I was  30 is not the person I became at  40 and if you find people to go on that journey with you.. you should consider yourself lucky– 

This crew has been there to help each other thru parental sickness and death, child sickness, child death, cancer, cancer scares, rape, spousal abuse, divorce, separation, IVF success and failure, birth of children, adoption, miscarriages, abortion, graduations, birthdays, job loss, job promotions, leaving the work force, joining the workforce, buying houses, selling house, moving you name it. 

They have been there when I question myself.. . am i doing anything right? are my kids gonna turn out ok or are they assholes? we ground each other.. and most importantly we are strong for each other when we have to be. We are strong so one of us can be weak. . When one of us needs to lose it, and cry and scream and say 


That is when the tribe comes in and says I got it.. i got you. I am here go ahead and fall apart. And they don’t judge or criticize or say you shoulda done this or your coulda done that.. no. They don’t try to fix it.. They listen and they cry with you and when you are ready they help you crawl out of the darkness together. 

I really never imagined that being a mother could be this fucking hard. I had no idea that I would question myself daily about every little thing.. do i spend enough time with them? am i feeding them well enough? I should read more with them? I should have helped more on her homework,..Why isn’t my kid reading yet? how come that kid has harder spelling words? Why isn’t my kid in honors classes? 

it.is.a.never.ending.fucking.battle of doubting myself. 

And if you have a group of women behind you to lift you up to, to dust you off and to say you got this.. and I got you then you are winning the battle and the war. 

I’m tagging the awesome @a-january-girl, @misshadley, @whatfallsaway, @mangokiwitropicalswirl, @edierone and @bohoartist :-D get it girls! 

a small family of criminals in their early days before their demolition man, golden boy, or jack of all trades

anyway here’s the best omake in the entire series

Gavin first meets Michael as he’s being thrown out of a bar after being caught pick-pocketing. Gavin made the rather stupid mistake of trying to take the wallet of a guy three times his size, with no backup, no weapon on him, and only his drunken impulses to guide his actions. The huge guy felt his sloppy hands, grabbed Gavin’s wrist, and threatened to beat him to death. Gavin would insist later that he was already making a plan to get out of it, already spinning the starts of lies in his head, the start of a flashy smile. But if he’s being honest he was scared. He was young, he’s been in this trash of a city for all of three months, and he has no way out of this.

“Hey!” A voice calls besides Gavin and he looks to find a short curly-haired man who couldn’t be much older than himself, freckles spattering his scowl. “The dude is like eighty pounds, leave him alone.”

The man gripping Gavin’s wrist turns to the other, his snarl getting deeper. “Fuck off, this is between me and the twink.”

The strange savior insists again he find someone his own size to pick on. The giant again tells him to fuck off. At some point a punch is thrown, the police are called, and Gavin and the stranger get shoved out the back entrance being told to never come back.

“Thanks for that,” Gavin chirps to the stranger, holding out his hand to shake. “I would’ve been ok, but thanks for the help anyway. The smegpot looked outright mean.”

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“Hey Geoff,” Gavin calls from the backseat, absentmindedly fiddling with the arm rest on his seat, his shirt still splattered with blood and mud from the job they had pulled for Gus earlier that day.

“Yeah, Buddy,” Geoff responds without looking up from the map spread across his lap, rubbing at his dirty cheek with one grubby hand.

“Just curious, if you could shag anyone in this van who would it be?”

Geoff is quiet for a moment, already too used to Gavin’s random questions to be surprised, thinking over his answer before shrugging and saying, “I don’t know, Jack probably.”

“Hey,” Jack protests from the driver seat, her outfit just as filthy as the others, red hair falling out of her ponytail. She points her finger at Geoff, a disgruntled look on her face. “Don’t include me in this discussion.”

Geoff sighs but concedes. “Alright, then probably Ryan.”

Ryan, who had long since passed out in the far back (he went a little overboard since tonight was the first night after his latest murder break), doesn’t reply, but Geoff feels, if he could have, he would have come up with some clever retort before lapsing into that unnatural silence he usually fell into.

“I think I’d pick Michael,” Gavin states casually, like he had been asked the question instead of asking it himself.

“Well, shit Gav.” Michael gives Gavin a fond smile, dirt clumps visible in his hair, his glasses smudged with fingerprints and grime. After a beat he says, “I’d definitely pick Ray.”

“What?” Gavin screeches glancing back at the sniper. His eyes are closed, head tilted towards Ryan, appearing to be asleep, not having heard the commotion (or if he had, choosing not to say anything). He is, by far, the cleanest of the group, spending the whole time in the desert sitting up in his makeshift sniper’s nest, making sure no one bothered the crew.

“Yeah,” Geoff agrees nodding his head, “Ray looks like he could give a good blowjob.”

“He does.”

“I’m gonna change my answer,” Gavin grumbles but no one pays him the least bit of attention.

“How could you possibly know he’d give a good blowjob?” Jack asks taking the exit that’ll bring them into Los Santos.

Geoff shrugs, folding up the map, shoving it carelessly into the glove box. “He just does.”

“Trust us, Jack, it’s a feeling,” Michael states glancing out the window.

“If you insist,” Jack mumbles skeptically but still lets the subject go, clearly not in the mood for their antics tonight.

“Gonna pick Kerry or Jeremy,” Gavin continues to bitch, again getting ignored for his troubles.

“Hey, who do you think Ray and Ryan would pick?” Michael asks curiously glancing back at the sleeping pair again. Somehow, during the discussion, Ray’s head lolled onto Ryan’s chest, his hand clutching the fabric of a leather jacket, one of Ryan’s arm loosely wrapped around him.

“Oh, we all know who those motherfuckers would choose,” Geoff answers getting a few murmurs of agreement.

“Am I at least in the top five?” Gavin asks giving Geoff a hopeful look.

Geoff thinks a minute and says, “Top twenty at least.”

“Damn it!”


Has this been done yet?