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.

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.

jhaernyl:

startrek-writingprompts:

This was apparently Deforest Kelley’s favorite picture of himself…

@the-last-hair-bender

invisiblespork:

bluepenguin:

Ooo giiiiiirl

#A list of things I adore about this scene:#1. Christine Chapel is the real ruler of Sickbay and Bones is super chill about it#2. Christine Chapel chucks Bones under the bus as ‘bad cop’ with such ease that we can assume it happens like all of the time#3. She then proceeds to not inform Bones that she’s done this which means that#Bones has zero clue why certain ensigns he’s met maybe twice flee at the sight of him#‘your crew is full of maniacs’ he tells Jim watching Yeoman Martinez break into stutters and literally run away#Two decks down Christine Chapel looks Chekov in the eye and says#‘I once saw Doctor McCoy hunt down and tranquilize a man to give him his vaccinations.  The captain still has the scars.#You better just let me give you the shots now’#Star Trek#TOS#Christie Chapel#Bones McCoy

(via @bonesbuckleup)

jewishzevran:

telesilla:

meeedeee:

It is the summer of  1975 and this Star Trek fan was hard at work editing her fanzine, The Communicator. She is surrounded by paper tribbles, a by-product of The Fannish Writer in her natural habitat.

*photo used with permission of both the photographer and the editor.

Our formothers worked hard for their fic.

[my Firefox/Google spell check has “forefathers” but not “foremothers.” Surprise.]

PAPER TRIBBLES