It’s sad when something as simple as being given a card in front of the 6 people I work with for ‘secretary day’ causes me to have a full blown panic attack.
I seriously can’t breathe right now.
I wish they wouldn’t do stuff like that, especially after this happened right before Christmas and I asked them not to do it again.
seriously though no orci for stxiii here are some better qualified individuals to direct the next star trek film
- leonard nimoy
- william shatner
- my neurotic cousin
- a friendly cat
- but how about literally any individual who actually gives a crap about the franchise and doesn’t consistently antagonize and belittle the fans of that franchise in a condescending and unprofessional fashion that reflects poorly not only on himself but on the franchise as well!
- come on.
- leonard nimoy.
Karl sees right through you)
#stop that #where’s your mustache #go get it #is it in the ocean #maybe you should go check #the shirt of despair #we’re like five days away from a mustache with this facial hair i can almost see it #maybe less #if we think hard enough will it appear (tags via historianisms)
Contrary to popular belief, Jim was not the one to latch onto Bones the minute he sat down in the shuttle to California. He wasn’t the one who decided they would be each other’s best friends and do everything together and turn themselves into halves of a whole. Sure, he’d entertained the notion for all of ten minutes, mind racing as he imagined all they could be together and all they could do, until McCoy - already christened ‘Bones’ - asked him what track he was going for and told Jim he was already a doctor and just needed the xeno-shit to go into space.