thebibliosphere:

holyflamingo:

voidbat:

taraljc:

taraljc:

luftangrepp:

dogpawsswapgod:

obstinatecondolement:

luftangrepp:

satanslilslut:

mrpicard:

luftangrepp:

Maybe my favorite gif of Janeway because it looks like she’s reading someone’s smut and isn’t pleased with the quality.

“Their flesh melted together like they were a weird sort of siamese twins but sexyily… are you serious Chakotay?”

can we make “Captain reads bad smut written by first officer” a thing

“he gasped as he pinned his captain against the wall and his hot rod twitched impatiently, eager to get closer to that glorious ass… Will, what the fuck?”

“If it pleases you plant your seed in my garden and I will bear the fruit of your loins” she screamed, slamming back into him as he flooded her internal organs violently….Major…what the fuck.”

“But by the prophets, not 50 of them Nerys!”

OMG.
I just love where this post went. It was not what I expected.

“Well, Mister Spock, I can’t say that I’m not intrigued, but unless I’ve misread the species of your leads that’s too many hands.”

“Actually, this is pretty tasty stuff, T’Pol”

This post and fandom moves me on a spiritual level.

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“Are you sure these two species are even compat–”

“I didn’t say it was scientifically accurate. I said it was the dominant form of published fiction on the planet, Captain.”

@champagneofbeer omg you made me go back and find my Pike/Number One reblog from, like, 7 months ago.

oh my god i’m in love.

@thebibliosphere congrats ur a star trek

Nice.

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timeinyourteeth:

those who barely missed becoming historic: combeferre

In short, he desired neither halt nor haste. While his tumultuous friends, captivated by the absolute, adored and invoked splendid revolutionary adventures, Combeferre was inclined to let progress, good progress, take its own course; he may have been cold, but he was pure; methodical, but irreproachable; phlegmatic, but imperturbable. Combeferre would have knelt and clasped his hands to enable the future to arrive in all its candor, and that nothing might disturb the immense and virtuous evolution of the races. The good must be innocent, he repeated incessantly.

timeinyourteeth:

those who barely missed becoming historic: feuilly

Enjolras cried: “Listen to me, you, Feuilly, valiant artisan, man of the people. I revere you. Yes, you clearly behold the future, yes, you are right. You had neither father nor mother, Feuilly; you adopted humanity for your mother and right for your father.

annaobyrne:

les mis modern aesthetics // fantine

fantine was beautiful, and remained chaste as long as she could. she was a lovely blonde with splendid teeth. she had gold and pearls for her dowry, but her gold was her head of hair and her pearls were in her mouth. she worked to keep herself alive. then, also to keep herself alive, she l o v e d, for the heart has its own hunger. (x)