can’t wait to wear this to the pharmacy 😎
Whale Shark Gliding Through Bioluminiscent Algae _ Mike Nulty
friendly-neighborhood-patriarch
SPACE SHARK
Okay, here's my idea:
The British should put a time limit on the Monarchy.
Not like declaring a republic tomorrow, but deciding on a date in the future that ends the British Monarchy.
And there's a perfect date for it coming up!
October 14th, 2066.
A thousand years since the Battle of Hastings. A thousand years of this one specific bloodline ruling England.
Call time on the Monarchy after exactly one thousand years. Nice, and neat.
Even better: Charles isn't living 44 years. He'll be gone in about twenty. Now William? He's what, 40? Yeah, he can live another 44 years. His great grandmother was over a hundred, his granny was 96, William can make it to 84 barring accident or assassination.
So on October 14th 2066, William the Last steps down a thousand years after William the First won the crown.
Nice, neat, and fair. William gets the crown he's been waiting forty years for already, but ten-year-old George grows up without expectation of it.
Have a nice big abdication ceremony, even.
Plus, what an absolute baller move to announce your regnal name as William the Last.
Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!
Guys I reblogged this and then wrote an 8000 word story I didn’t even have a solid plan for. Reblog this shit.
I was talking to my mom and now I'm curious
I was talking to my mom and now I'm curious
(id love you forever if you wanted to rb)
From the bottom of my heart I hope 2020 is a better mental health year for everyone
wyd if u go to spock’s quarters and he answers the door like this
inspired by this tweet (thanks @reffitt-blog1 for the idea)
Jim: Do you feel bonita?
Today's advice from your Goth Auntie
- Unclench your jaw, hydrate, take your meds.
- When your brain starts telling you you're not good enough, hiss at it to assert dominance. You are good enough.
- Who drew sigils in the coffee grounds? They were messy and incorrect.
❤️Auntie Jilli
The funniest thing you could do in any new outer space adventure / exploration media is have someone invite the ship's medic to the bridge and they'd be like "fuck no, I'm the main doctor for a whole crew, come see me if you break an arm or something, good luck exploring the surface of the Planet Made of Angry Poison Gas Clouds, With Teeth, Who Love the Flavor of Human Flesh or whatever the fuck it is, adios, see you in the canteen maybe, maybe not I'm fuckin busy." And you just barely ever see that character again.
Or the doctor is a recurring character and every time anyone needs them it's like, "Computer, locate the doctor," and the doctor is always in sick bay. Every time.
"Doctor, could you come to the bridge please? I'd like your opinion."
"Is it a medical opinion this time?"
"Yes."
"Then no, bring your medical question down here, to the medical room, the place specifically set aside for medical questions, filled with medical equipment which... get this... I use to answer medical questions."
sometimes it feels like the things we do dont matter. but if there is something i am certain of it is this: they matter. not just a little. they matter a lot. YOU matter a lot.
Things in the Ghostbusters movies I want to ride:
- The Ecto-1, of course
- The pole of the firehouse
- The statue of liberty
- Egon Spengler
I meant to make this meme ages ago when pride month was still on but yeah gé (pronounced gay) is the Irish for a goose.
IT’S FINALLY PRIDE MONTH, TIME TO REBLOG THIS AGAIN.
I miss the 2012 MCU Fandom sometimes.
I wish we had that again, but with the characters we have now, living in Avengers Tower, Agent Coulson never died and the TAHITI Project was never used, Loki is still being a pesky little shit...
Yeah.
But mainly Coulson.
Do you ever just… favorite-character-at-first-sight? Like, they walk on screen and say ONE WORD and immediately you’re just smitten.
“That one. That’s the one. I don’t know who they are yet but they’re my fave.”
Hi I've come to be a nuisance again because this idea has been tormenting me all day
Having Christopher Pike meet a woman while stuck in another universe, someone that he was falling for, someone who sacrificed their life for him to make it home
Him feeling this loss, but doing his best not to wallow as the ship and crew move on, pulling himself together to meet the new cadet joining the Enterprise
Only for this new cadet to be this universe's version of the woman that he lost
okay first off, the VIOLENCE of this
how fuckin dare
secondly, I'm losing my mind over the idea of this, over the possibilities??? and the angst, oh boy, the angst potential -
because he sees this cadet appear on the transporter pad, sees the woman he knew from another universe and for a moment everything just sort of stutters - his heart stops, he can feel the blood from his face draining and the ground has just shifted beneath him - and then he blinks, and this cadet, this stranger wearing the face of someone who could have been so dear to him, is looking nervously between him and Una, the smile on her face flickering, dropping because Christopher's just standing there, frozen in shock. And he shakes himself, smiles, extends a hand and welcomes the cadet on board, before passing her off to Una as quickly as possible without being truly, overtly rude.
And then he tries to avoid her, at the very least, without making it overly obvious. Because of all things, of all things the universe to throw at him - facing his own mortality for the time crystal, facing the consequences of his warning the cadets about the accident - Christopher never would have expected to see another version of the woman who caught him so off guard. But then again, after all the things he's seen, everything he's been through - why wouldn't their paths cross again? A one in a billion chance of being sent to an alternate universe, so what are the odds he'd run into another version of someone who was dear to him, could have been everything to him.
A fixed point in space, anchoring together.
But she doesn't know him. All she knows are the stories she's heard, of the Enterprise, of her crew, of her captain - stories that left her with stars in her eyes and a burning determination to earn her place aboard. When she finally does, it's everything and nothing like she imagined. The crew is amazing, the work is interesting and the ship, my god, the ship is everything she could have dreamed of. But the captain...well. He's friendly enough, but he's standoffish in a way that surprised her, more than a little. After everything she'd heard, all the stories she'd been told, the reports she had read, she thought she would have been welcomed a little more warmly, maybe even been invited to one if those famed dinners she'd heard about.
But Captain Pike's distant with her. Cool, even, which was startling to say the least, especially when she considered how he interacted with the rest of the crew, especially his bridge crew. So for her to be on the receiving end of that polite but distant attention - it hurts. More than she thinks it should, but there's an echo to the hurt she doesn't understand. She pushes through, because he's not displeased with her, and she earned her place aboard the Enterprise, goddammit. She won't let some jumped up flyboy's displeasure over her presence get in the way of the one posting that will make or break her career.
A fixed point. Two stars, anchoring each other, repelling apart - would it be total destruction or the creation of something new?
okay first of all
Second of all my GOD because you know the crew notices it, too. Their friendly, easy-going Captain who suddenly has a drop in mirth, whose smiles wilt and whose laughter falters whenever the new cadet walks into the room.
Ortegas and Chapel try to get the dirt, but no, she's never met the guy, and no, she doesn't know, "what his deal is." She sniffs as she says it, as if the mention of Captain Pike brings a bad smell into the room. She makes it a point to do her job, to keep her chin up, to be the best that she can be. She thinks maybe that'll soften it, but it seems to just never be enough.
She doesn't get an invitation to the Captain's homecooked meals. On the rare occasions they wind up on the turbolift together, they exchange the most surface of pleasantries.
And then when they wind up on an away mission--when she's badly hurt trying to keep him out of the way of enemy fire--Christopher has to do his damndest to keep it together because he can't do this. Not with her, not again. It's only made worse as he applies pressure to the wound on her arm, as she shifts and winced under his touch and reassures him that he'll finally have her out of his hair.
It's like she's struck him over the head. For a few helpless moments, he can't do anything but gape at her, hands faltering in their pressure before he forces his expression neutral and grasps his communicator. It takes a couple of tries--his gloves are slippery with his blood--but he radios two to beam up directly to the med bay.
He tells M'Benga and Chapel exactly what happened, leaves her in their care, and damns the hole in his heart as he fumbles to remove his blood-soaked gloves and return to the bridge.
@elen-aranel makes an excellent point @nominalnebula
With the new cadet on board, with Christopher's visceral reaction at the outset, Una is concerned. She keeps an eye on the new cadet, looks for signs of anything that may be off, but...As time goes on, and as she gets to know the cadet, she can tell that the cadet's just a sweet person, a hard worker.
So what the hell is up with Chris?
Una does some poking. She combs through records, she compares notes with Ortegas and Chapel, but nothing pops. She tries to comfort the cadet, to reassure her that she's doing an excellent job. The cadet seems to take it in stride, too, but she can't hide the hurt in her eyes.
So when Christopher returns to the bridge, ashen—when Una turns to see him wave for her to keep the conn with one hand, and gripping his gloves tightly with the other—she knows that enough is enough. She gives Spock the conn and gets up to get her damn answers.
:: chin hands:: And then what happened?
Well this was going to be shorter but I had time on my train ride, so now it's 2K
forgive me @brandyllyn @elen-aranel and @nominalnebula
Written on and posted from mobile, so sorry for any mistakes
"Not now."
It's a flat, tired warning, and one that Una briefly thinks that she ought to heed, but she's been putting this conversation off for far too long.
"Did you see her? In your future," She clarifies as confusion mars Christopher's expression. He shakes his head, mutters, "No," As he drops his gloves onto his desk.
"Then what is it? And do not say that it's nothing," She warns as Christopher braces his hands against his desk. "You have been keeping her at an arm's length since she arrived. It's taking a toll on you, it's become obvious to the crew, and the poor girl probably feels about as wanted as a fungus."
"Likability depends on the fungus."
BUT NO SEE IT'S NOT JUST A CRUSH WHEN IT'S OBVIOUSLY MUTUAL YOU NUDNICK. GO GET YOU SOME HOT CAPTAIN ACTION. 🚨🚨 RED THE FUCK ALERT. 🚨🚨
Unless she’s unsure if his actions are really directed toward her or if he isn’t over the woman that he lost
Red the fuck alert is definitely my new favorite phrase.
ARGH! There needs to be more!!
In case no one told you growing up
- Bras last longer if you let them air dry. Don’t put them in the dryer.
- If you have a problem with frizzy hair, don’t dry your hair with a towel. It makes the frizzies worse. (I recently read an article that said to use a t-shirt? I brush mine out and let it air dry.)
- Whites wash best in hot water. Everything else can be in cold - save on your electricity bill.
- You can kill 99.9% of germs in a sponge by putting it in the dishwasher for a cycle or by microwaving it for 2 min (be sure to make the sponge damp before microwaving and to put a cup half full of water in with it and please DO NOT squeeze the sponge until it has cooled off)
- Airing out your room/house and letting sunlight in every so often can decrease the number of household pests like silverfish and ants.
- Black underwear is best during your period as stains are less likely to be visible.
- To save money, put aside 10% of each paycheck into a savings account. It’ll add up.
- Unless your hair has something on/in it (like grease or mud or something), using conditioner first can actually be the better choice. The conditioner holds in the good oils that help you hair look sleek and beautiful, which shampoo would otherwise wash away.
- Speaking of shampoo - if you have long hair, washing just the bits that touch your scalp is generally enough. The rest of your hair gets cleaned with just the run off from your scalp.
- If you put a tampon in and it’s uncomfortable/you can feel it, you didn’t do it quite right. A properly placed tampon is virtually unnoticeable by the wearer.
- Apply deodorant/antiperspirant a couple hours in advance of when you need it. This gives the product the chance to block your sweat glands. Using deodorant just before going somewhere where you’ll sweat (this means walking outside for people in high humidity places) results in your sweat washing the deodorant off and starkly limiting its usefulness.
- After running the dryer, use the dryer sheet from that load to brush out the lint catch - it gets everything off in a fraction of the time it’ll take you to get it clean with your bare hands. Paper towels also work well.
- Wash your face everyday, or as often as possible. Forget which brand of cleanser is best. Just washing your face everyday will guarantee you clearer skin. And do you best not to pop pimples, as tempting as the urge may be.
- Fold laundry asap after taking it from the dryer to avoid wrinkles. This may seem obvious for dress shirts and silly for things like t-shirts, but you’ll notice the difference even then once your shirts stop looking like unfolded paper balls.
home-is-where-the-wifi-is
To all the kids whose parents couldn’t help you with this kind of stuff
This post literally had me going “Oh shit! My bras are outside!” out loud, so I would add “Take your laundry in after line drying it so that it doesn’t get spiders.”
(I don’t know if there are spiders in my bras. This is now my spouse’s job to find out.)