Star Trek is nearly 50 years old now and it’s been around for so long because I think it offers hope for us as a species. The thing people have always been attracted to (with Star Trek) is the idea that we might live beyond this age of conflict and uncertainty. And it’s not only that, but it’s also the ability to work together and live in a world where everyone is accepted no matter who you are.
The original series with Gene Roddenberry was incredibly progressive. It started barely 20 years after the end of World War II, with a Japanese officer aboard the Enterprise, a black woman in charge of an entire division, and a Russian on board—albeit in subordinate roles, but it was an incredibly progressive move. It offered this utopian idea of cooperation and that’s always going to be something to strive toward until we actually achieve it. In that respect, Star Trek will never go out of fashion.
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| — | Simon Pegg, about Star Trek. (via brianyw) |
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are you going to eat us
We only eat the rude
I’d love to, but the thing is, Teen Wolf is coming back next month.
What If Derek Hale Was A Pop Star.
“Hey, remember that Derek Hale that used to creepy stalk your room?” Scott says, mouth wide open and eye’s flitting from the door to the TV.
“Yeah? So?” Stiles replies stiffly, his tone making it so god-damn clear he did NOT want to talk about dick-douche-dog Derek. No, sir. Not after the prick had eloquently said in less than three words he and Stiles would never be.
There was some douche on Ellen. Saying how his music is inspired by all the heartbreaks he had to endure. A load of bull shit Stiles thinks. Ellen asks him if theres someone special for him and he laughs, muttering hold on I’ll ring them.
Stiles spares a minute to wistfully dream that he was that celebritys sweetheart before he reminds himself that everyone’s a douche in the music industry.“Apparently he’s a pop star.” Scott says casually. Like it’s casual. Like anything about Derek freaking Hale is casual. LIKE THE FACT HE’S A FUCKING POP STAR IS CASUAL.
Stiles jaw drops open and Scott fixes him with a sympathetic look.
“Holy-” Stiles phone begins vibrating obnoxiously in his back pocket and he fumbles to grab it quick.
He looks at the caller ID and his air seems to disappear.
Derek Hale
“Answer!” Scott screams at him, his voice too loud for their shitty dorm room.
Stiles doesn’t answer. Slowly he turns his phone of and turns to look at Derek. On the fucking TV.
Derek, mini TV, Derek, sighs on screen before putting his phone away. He turns to look directly at the camera, directly at Stiles.
“Hi.” he whispers.
Stiles is minutely aware of Scott turning the volume up and grabbing phone but nothing else, all his attention is focused on the freaking gorgeous creature on the TV.
“It’s been two years, Stiles. Pick up the phone.”
Stiles chokes and the air comes whooshing out of him as he tries desperately to breathe.
“Pick up so I can start again. With ‘Hi’”
TV Derek disappears. The whole screen goes black.
“Sorry!” Scott screams trying in vain to place the wires he’d tripped over back in place.
“No. It’s fine.” Stiles says. He gets up and goes to his room, ignoring Scotts calls.
As he lay on his lumpy bed he considers his fucking life.
Derek Hale rejected him.
Derek Hale disappeared.
Derek Hale became a Popstar.
Derek professed his fucking love to Stiles. On TV. On national fucking TV.
Stiles groans and rubs his hands over his face.
How the hell was this his life?
JESUS TUMBLR
Captain Picard has an Android phone with unlimited Data.
ANDROID PHONE WITH UNLIMITED DATA
OH MY GOD
I CAN DIE HAPPY.
