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Tracks
Never seen a cut like this. Cool, I LOVE the gray.
Goodnight/Sleep tight
i
cannot
what
the fanfic and what
(Source: irritationknot)
Star Trek - Apocalypse AU
please can this be a thing
(Source: little-rocknrolla)
Hey what’s the most times you can masturbate without dying
so this is the ultimate question
the answer to life the universe and everything
(Source: chekhov)
Battle for Earth
People are insane on this product review of a banana slicer
oh my fucking god
OH MY GOD I REBLOGGED THIS BEFORE I READ THE COMMENTS AND
HOLY FUCKI CAN’T BREATHE
“I tried the banana slicer and found it unacceptable. As shown in the picture, the slices is curved from left to right. All of my bananas are bent the other way.”
Thoughts on Star Trek: Into Darkness
Other than the fact that Star Trek: Into Darkness felt like a loving, lingering caress to a man’s undercarriage (that’s ballsacs for you and me), it felt like the validation that the first movie hadn’t knobbed off to a climax. The sequel confirms that the ’09 reprise is this generation’s Star Trek without signs of dad-shaming or radicalization- just a surplus of feelings that can power entire third-world nations with its ability to induce spasms. There’s also the matter of imbalance in the portrayals of characters, which can easily be explained without wank, but it’ll still sound like a load exploded across an unwilling face.
POSSIBLE STAR TREK SPOILERS
PREVIEW of a post I will make later
It is unavoidable that Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch’s Khan is spoken of because HOLY SHIT, HAVE YOU SEEN THAT SHIT. EVEN HIS BLOODY EYEBALLS CAN ACT. DID YOU LISTEN TO THAT MONOLOGUE, THERE WAS SO MUCH EMOTION UNDER THAT THIN VENEER OF CALM BARITONE, AND THOSE FUCKING EYEBALLS SLOWLY WELLING UP AND IT LOOKS SO OSCAR-WORTHY IN IMAX. THEN THAT SINGLE FUCKING TEAR FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER TEAR AND THAT SPLIT-SECOND WHERE HE CATCHES HIMSELF AND IS LIKE, “NO. MY PEOPLE NEED ME”.
AND THEN THAT PART WHERE HE WAS “YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME SLEEP” LIKE THAT ONE ODD ROOMMATE YOU ACCIDENTALLY WOKE UP WITH YOUR ALARM CLOCK IN UNI. DON’T EVEN LET ME GET STARTED ON THOSE EYEBALLS AND THE POINTS IN CONVERSATIONS WHERE HIS FOREHEAD WRINKLES CHANGE AND IT SUDDENLY CHANGES THE FLAVOR OF HIS DARK CHOCOLATE WORDS. THEN THERE’S THE BITS WHERE HIS STIFF, DISCIPLINED POSTURE SLINKS INTO A BADASS WARRIOR STANCE AND HIS RUNNING. HIS RUNNING FORM IS SURPRISINGLY BEAUTIFUL.
