Happy 35th Birthday, Sebastian Stan! (〃^∇^)ﾉ |August 13th, 1982
❝I came here from Romania when I was 12 years old. I had an accent. High school was tough a little bit for a few years. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be liked. I wanted to be good-looking. I wanted to be popular. I spent a lot of time thinking, ‘What are these people going to think of me?‘❞
jim and spock almost fecking died again, had to patch them up, not to mention several other officers. after multiple surgeries he of course went to tease spock. and spock bless his heart went with it, knowing it helped bones subconsciously relax out of the day’s stress, he even let the doctor win some arguments. silly human. neither jim nor spock mind that his report is going to be late the man needs sleep.
No mourners, no funerals. Another way of saying good luck. But it was something more. A dark wink to the fact that there would be no expensive burials for people like them, no marble markers to remember their names, no wreaths of myrtle and rose.