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But oh, what you could become if you learned to exhale stardust. Annie. I don't believe in no-win scenarios. I'm going to grow up to be Captain James T. Kirk and no one can stop me. All of my favorite characters die. Semi-hiatus for school. My weenie. Bones to my Kirk. A network for Chris Pine. Space Family Network


Captain Kirk without authorisation and in league with the fugitive John Harrison you went rogue inenemy territory leaving me no choice but to hunt you down and destroy you. Lock phasers.
Captain Kirk without authorisation and in league 
with the fugitive John Harrison you went rogue in
enemy territory leaving me no choice but to hunt
you down and destroy you. Lock phasers.

Mr. Chekov, how are we lookin’ down there?

spicyshimmy:

don’t romanticize the past. romanticize the future. the future has starfleet


Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. 

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; 
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. 

oswalled:

The hell you are.
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There will always be those who mean to do us harm. To stop them, we risk awakening the same evil within ourselves. Our first instinct is to seek revenge when those we love are taken from us. But that’s not who we are…

Spock: I’ll be back.
Uhura: You better be.

karl urban + that fucking jacket

You think that you can’t make mistakes, but there’s going to come a moment when you realize you’re wrong about that, and you’re going to get yourself and everyone under your command killed.

demifukawa:

that one mutual u check for every time u lose a follower

Jim Kirk + smiling

 The universe will speak. The stars will whisper. 

whitachi:

chris evans - for flaunt magazine

The photoshoot where Chris Evans looks like a truckstop hooker is an important part of manpelt.com

Favorite lines: Pavel Chekov

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