Star Trek speaks to some basic human needs, that there is a tomorrow - it’s not all going to be over with a big flash and a bomb. This is the human adventure. It’s just begun.
Imagine waking up at 3 a.m. to the sound of your favorite character drunkenly serenading you outside your window.
the most freeing thing in my life was realizing i don’t HAVE to keep watching shows that are terrible
don’t let bad tv hold you hostage my friends
sometimes i forget that i’m allowed to make something that i care about doing.
When I first got this role I just cried like a baby because I was like, “Wow, next Halloween, I’m gonna open the door and there’s gonna be a little kid dressed as the Falcon.” That’s the thing that always gets me. I feel like everybody deserves that. I feel like there should be a Latino superhero. Scarlett [Johansson] does great representation for all the other girls, but there should be a Wonder Woman movie. I don’t care if they make 20 bucks, if there’s a movie you’re gonna lose money on, make it Wonder Woman. You know what I mean, ’cause little girls deserve that. There’s so many of these little people out here doing awful things for money in the world of being famous. And little girls see that. They should have the opposite spectrum of that to look up to.
Dreamboat, check, awesome human being, check.
#look at your favorites#now back to mackie#sadly your favorites aren’t mackie#but if they stopped being misogynistic assholes#they could be like mackie#look back at this post#this post is now that piece of furniture you’ve always wanted#and he found it in a dumpster#he doesn’t need a horse because he flies on the sighs of angels
i love old science fiction because it’s all like “IT’S THE DISTANT YEAR TWO THOUSAND AND THREE AND MAN IS EXPLORING THE DEEP CORNERS OF THE UNIVERSE” like god bless you old sci-fi you had such high hopes for us
"The recipe does call for four hundred grams of chocolate," Spock points out. Jim leans in, squinting at the screen.
"Maybe we could substitute something?"
Spock glances at him, the expression hardly flattering of Jim’s intelligence. ”It is a recipe for chocolate pie.”
"Well… we are on shore leave,” he says, smiling hopefully. ”And if I promise not to take any holographic evidence after we eat it, maybe we could…”
He can see that Spock wants to sigh at him. He doesn’t, of course. Because he’s Spock, and this is just one of the thousand reasons Jim loves him. ”Very well,” he concedes. “If it will please you.”
"Oh, it’ll please me," Jim tells him, leaning in to kiss his cheek soundly. "And if I get you drunk enough, it’ll please me even more."
Spock’s look of exasperated amusement is perfect too. Jim grins at him and tugs him back to the kitchen.