I hate how my mood can be so obliterated by something I see on my dash. I hate it so damn much.
I don’t think we take enough time to really appreciate how adorable and cool and insufferably s a r c a s t i c Spock and Uhura’s children would be
Can you imagine Uhura and Spock’s combined sass in one small child that was also raised in the presence of McCoy? There are probably nights Jim just squeals and runs away in terror (very slowly so that the kids can catch him, of course)
“Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.”