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full-time geek (Gryffindor), part time (pretend) artist, double full-time music lover. Kirk is my captain. S'mores and cats (and pugs). Captain of the Starship Enterprise. I reblog a lot of random things that tickle my fancy, but generally you can expect Doctor Who, Star Trek, Supernatural, random movies, cute animals, and music related things.

Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.

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(Sirius Black at 2am in the Gryffindor dormitory)

That description.

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#dear diary #i broke the prime directive again #remind me to send star fleet flowers


#dear diary #i broke the prime directive again #remind me to send star fleet flowers

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Remus always has a hair tie on his person, so that whenever Sirius is flipping his hair out of his eyes an incessant amount Remus can shoot them at him until he puts his hair up.


Do you ever have that one line in a song that just means the world to you and has this deeper meaning that you feel just explains everything and then your friends listen to it and are just like that’s cool but you’re like NO  THAT LINE IS JUST EVERYTHING HOW DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND and you realize just how much music means to you


"Look into the mirror, Jim," Leonard asks quietly, placing his hands onto Jims shoulders as Jim stands in front of him, facing is reflection.

He slowly lowers his hands until an arm is wrapped around Jims waist. “Tell me, what do you see?”

Jim frowns for a moment, studying Leonard intently through the mirror, “i see beauty, i see the universe,” here, Jim blushes. “i see you,”

But Leonard just shakes his head, “Look at you,” he urges, and something in Jim cracks when he raises his eyes to look at himself. He has to close his eyes in disgust. “What so you see?” Leonard whispers.

Jim stares at the mirror, seeing scars and blood and death. “Fear,” he says at length. “Failure, murderer,”

The hand Leonard had wrapped around his waist tightens.

"Do you know what i see?" Leonard asks quietly and Jim has to shake his head because all he can see is a corpse in a shallow grave, shrieking to get out. it makes him feel physically sick. "I see love, I see beauty, I see home,”

jim clenches his eyes, turning his head away.

All he can see is Tarsus and starvation.

"I see someone who does what they have to in order to survive," Leonard continues. "I see someone who did their best,"

His eyes burn and jim has to turn away from the mirror completely, fisting his hands in Leonard top and burying his head in lens chest,

"Please,” He whimpers, choked. “Please-stop, I’m none of those-,”

"I see a brave man," Leonard murmurs quietly. "I see someone who deserves love,"

Jim chokes on his sob as Leonard presses Jim closer to him, lips pressed to the crown of Jims head.