star-anise:

rncpriceley:

parksandtrekreation:

asmilinggoddess:

i want a jaynestown kinda thing w/ star trek where they land on a planet and yeah they’re pre-warp and pretty primitive but yeah fuck the prime directive because there’s like a plague there and bones isn’t going to let all those people die so he kinda sneaks the medicine and stuff to them and they leave and kirk is like “ok there’s pretty much no way we’re gonna get away with this so we were never here

and then like ten years later they’re sent to check on a planet and whoops it’s the same planet that bones helped so kirk is like ok we go in, write a report and stuff, and get out and hope nobody notices us. and they beam down and there’s a giant goddamned temple dedicated to mccoy. paintings and sculptures and shit and it’s kinda crude but still clearly recognizable and they’re standing there in shock staring at this giant fuckin statue of mccoy like holy shit we are in so much trouble and spock just goes “this must be what going mad feels like.”

#jim is really jealous #spock can not even being to PROCESS how many goddamned rules they broke #sulu is just like we gotta go to the planet where I’M a god

“I think they really captured his essence.”

“He looks angry.”

“Yeah that’s kinda what I mean.”

– conversation between chekov and sulu

Then the God of Healing stretched out his hand and said:

“Forsooth!  For all the time I have spent on thee, if thou diest now, I shall venture into Hell and drag thee back into life by thy collar.”

dogpawsswapgod:

fictionalred:

teal-deer:

soidreamtiwasastarfleetcommander:

ponnearponfarponwhereveryouare:

not-in-front-of-the-klingons:

*Knocks on door* Do you have some free time to talk about our lord and savior Jean-luc Picard?

*lifts up one mug of earl gray and another of coffee* Only if you also wish to talk of our lady and savior Kathryn Janeway.

*crawls through your kitchen window with baseball gear* HAVE YOU HEARD THE GOOD NEWS OF THE EMISSARY OF THE PROPHETS, BENJAMIN SISKO

*falls out of the overhead storage bin* Have… *is followed by an avalanche of tribbles* mgmph *surfaces briefly* youheardofthe *is buried under another avalanche of tiny furry bodies* grand legacy of *where the fuck are these tribbles coming from* *crawls out from the bottom of the pile* the All-Father, James T. Kirk— *oh god no more tribbles SO MANY TRIBBLES* *is lost to the furry, purring mass*

*carefully docks the ship and then blows his way through the docking port* hi, i’m captain jonathan archer from planet earth. you never heard of humans before, but you will remember us now.

*unnecessary lens flare* why hello darlings you will be surprised and possibly disturbed to learn that there are many universes and i, James Tiberius Kirk, am just as sexy and impulsive in each and every one of them *unnecessary female partial nudity*