the-similou

“If my surmise is correct, those boots will cling to the killers’ necks like a pair of Tiberian bats.”

~ Spock, The Undiscovered Country 


Folks, I want you to take a good look at this quote.

“… like a pair of Tiberian bats.”

^^^

This is a simile.

Isn’t it a little out of character for a Vulcan to employ a figure of speech?

Clearly, Leonard McCoy’s notorious usage of figurative language has rubbed off on Spock. 

anonymous asked:

Ciao ti andrebbe di raccontarci com'è iniziata la tua storia d'amore col tuo ragazzo? Forse qualcun altro te l'ha già chiesto ma io non la so...😁 Se pensi che stia invadendo la tua privacy astieniti pure, sono solo curiosa ahaha💓

Oh tesoro nessun problema 🌸
In breve;
Io iniziai l'anno scorso a notare questo mio compagno di classe.
Mi sembrava molto simpatico e lo trovavo abbastanza carino, ma non ci avevo mai scambiato nessuna parola.
L'ultimo mese di scuola mi misero accanto a lui e passammo tutte le lezioni a chiacchierare e a scoprire quante cose avevamo in comune, ed era così simile a me e al mio modo di vedere le cose, e con lui le ore volavano e i nostri discorsi mi facevano andare a letto col sorriso.
Me ne innamorai proprio in quel momento.

Ciononostante io sono una ragazza molto timida e insicura perciò temevo di fare il primo passo in modo “diretto”. Così, per tutto quel mese cercai, a modo mio, di fagli intuire che c'era interesse nei suoi confronti da parte mia.

Alla fine, lui si dichiarò per primo, e mi confido che gli piacevo da ben 5 mesi.
Io, ovviamente, non ci credetti subito perché fai, era troppo bello per essere vero.


E invece era vero.

E domani è il nostro anniversario. 🌸

UPDATED TRUMP DOCTOR LETTER

To Whom It May Concern:

A lot of people have expressed a desire for an update on President Donald J. Trump’s health since his inauguration. I have been the personal physician of President Donald J. Trump since 1980 and I am here to say that Mr. Trump’s health is absolutely better than ever.

Since being sworn in, Donald Trump has lost 50 pounds and gained 17 inches of height. He’s the longest president who has ever lived. His livers are both functioning flawlessly. His blood sets an all-time record for the state of New York for “most” and his blood pressure was rated “excellent” by seven different Fox News Twitter polls. He doesn’t even have one cholesterol.

I can say this unequivocally: Donald Trump has the most bones. Scientists estimate that he now has around 900 bones in his body and more are being discovered every day. Some of those bones have never been seen before. They allow him to be really good at presidential things like signing executive orders and making love nightly to his wife who wants him to.

Mr. Trump’s test results have been astonishingly excellent. He actually has a blood type we’ve never seen before: “All.” It’s both the universal donor and universal recipient, and sprinkling it on your penis makes your penis bigger. Mr. Trump’s blood is gorgeous. It has a rich color that’s hard to describe, but if I had to put it into words, I might call it “red.”

President Donald Trump has no family history of cancer, diabetes, or death. The president’s family members are immortal beings that walk the earth without end, craving the sweet release of death that will never come unless they make a deal with a cool witch. Donald Trump will never die, he will just keep growing vertically forever until he lives in space. It’s really astonishing.

His physical strength is extraordinary. He can lift as much as a mother whose child is trapped under a car, but he’s more attractive than that mother and he hasn’t let himself go like she has. Have you seen the way she dresses lately? The hypothetical mother in this simile is a total chunk. 4 at best. As the famous doctor Hippocrates once said, “Would not hit.”

Since the Inauguration, Mr. Trump has kept an extremely active lifestyle. He starts every morning by walking straight up into the sky and then walking down again. He also visits me regularly for checkups. Mr. Trump doesn’t let me touch him because of gay, so I just eyeball it and give him a once over. I can usually tell just by looking how much blood is in him that day or which liver has taken the lead, so it’s not a super intensive process.

Mr. Trump is not only the healthiest president that has ever served, but also the most handsome. I usually want to kiss President Trump when I see him, but I would never break the doctor-patient trust, so instead I kiss the portrait of him I drew on my little note pad. There have been no presidents that even come close to President Trump in terms of overall health and hotness. Franklin Pierce was pretty hot, but his body wasn’t great. James Garfield was more cute than hot. President Trump is the total package. I know this because of my stethoscope.

Just to give a little more background on me, I’ve been a doctor for years. I got into medicine the same way a lot of doctors do: I once took an unmarked pill that I found under a toilet in a public restroom, and the next thing I knew, I was blacked out doing surgery on a man on a Benihana table with the big knives they got over there. I flipped this guy’s appendix right into my hat. And that’s when I caught the bug, for surgery and for tetanus!

Now, I want to address some of the slanderous things that have been said about me. It’s just like these coastal elites to say I’m not qualified as a physician. They think you need fancy things, like a diploma from Harvard Med School or a diploma from a med school or a GED or a car or medicine or clean hands. You don’t need those to be a doctor! All you need is the right attitude and a good sense of humor and to be Jewish and a blank death certificate just in case!

This is America. We’re not “fancy” here. You’re supposed to be able to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and put a bunch of clamps in a guy and see what tubes you can clamp up without making him sleep forever. My grandfather was a blue-collar worker, and so was my father. I am a red-collar worker because my collar is always covered in spurting blood. I may not know art or science or what a “lung” is, but I do know that I love America and am a lung-doctor!

Because of my love of America and Donald Trump, it is an honor to be his physician. Donald Trump could teach us all a thing or two about health. Not only is he the healthiest human ever, but also the healthiest dog, house and Faberge Egg. I wish him luck as he continues on his endless journey.

Love,

“Doctor” Harold N. Bornstein, M.D. (Mostly Doctor)

Ok but consider: the black lion doesn’t let Keith in. Not because she (She? He? They?) doesn’t think Keith is worthy or anything, but because she can tell Keith doesn’t want to. Keith, of course, wants to honor Shiro’s request that he lead Voltron (even though he really doesn’t want to). But Black won’t let him in. Because two of the most important things you need to be a leader? The willingness to lead, and a team willing to follow. And Keith isn’t really willing to lead.

But, there is someone on Voltron who really wants to prove himself a worthy part of the team. Lance. And the black lion senses this, and so opens up to Lance. Lance, who is doubtful, but who also keeps a cool head under pressure when it really counts. Lance, who is willing to do anything to prove his worth, unless it jeopardizes the team, the mission. Lance, who was the head of the Garrison team, who can be a leader, who is willing to lead.

And so Black choses Lance. Keith stays in Red, and Allura pilots Blue.

And when they rescue Shiro, at first he’s all ‘great job Keith’ and Keith just says ‘no. That was Lance.’ And Shiro is shocked because this near flawless rescue/decimating a good chunk of the Galra forces came from Lance. So he goes up to Lance and tells him ‘great job leading, that was an amazing plan. I’m proud of you, Lance.’ And Lance, precious thing, smiles that soft, sincere, simile.

On Ke$ha’s hit 2010 song, Blah Blah Blah, she says “zip your lip like a padlock”. I never even questioned this 7 years ago but I’ve been thinking about it lately. It makes no sense. Padlocks don’t zip. 

You are an all knowing entity, the third eye. A child asks you where babies come from, and you must use a metaphor or simile they can use to understand. (Other than the birds and the bees)