Marmarthehatter wanted them in star trek shirts, and I could not deny her…..for the simple fact that we are going to watch into darkness today…which is also why this is so messily drawn…sorry, but also happy pink undies sunday. ♥
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A Poem for Copmpanions by- dedicatedfollower467
Rose, the rose
A flower with her slender thorns
I left a piece of me with her.
Jack, my Jack
When you’ve lived as long as we have
You learn how to look back
Mickey Smith, strong as steel
He learned to become
More than he was
Martha Jones, the Doctor’s doctor
Clever enough to know
It was time to go away
Donna, the Noble one
I’ll remember her forever
Because she never will.
Wilfred Mott
The most important man in the universe
It truly was my honor
Amelia, the girl who waited
Til she found someone
She didn’t have to wait for
Rory, the Last Centurion
He died, and died, and died
I couldn’t save him
River Song, my wife
I always know that time
Will bring us back again
Clara Oswin Oswald
I failed her twice
I’m afraid to fail her again-dedicatedfollower467
(All credit for the art and poem go to dedicatedfollower467)
AH, I HAVE DISCOVERED WHY I HATE YOUR GUTS.
He acts like Star Trek is no longer needed for its ability to address social issues, so now why not just turn it into a bright and shiny action flick and nothing else? Dizzy bastard.
He took a project on without really realizing what it meant to so many people. I’m not just talking about those “crazy” nerds that stand in lines at conventions for hours. I’m talking about Marton Luther King Jr., who begged Nichelle Nichols not to quit the show. I’m talking about the hundreds of men and women that joined the navy or airforce, worked in the space industry, or became astronauts because of Star Trek. He’s forgotten all those people. He didn’t have faith that Star Trek in its purest form could reach all people– because it never reached him. So he molded it into something very different to fit a societal standard of action movies that pervades Hollywood today.
He missed that mark. And he pats himself on the back for it.
Dear Fandom
This is not a dictatorship. And even if it was, Jeff Davis would be the dictator and you would be a would-be usurper.
You don’t get to make decrees that other people must follow. You don’t get to tell people what to do and/or what to think.
Everyone in fandom is allowed to have their own opinion, their own OTP, and their own favorite characters.
Trying to police those things is just rude. Stop that.
“This gorgeous Hälssen & Lyon calendar is made of brewable tea. Each day is made of fine pressed wafer thin tea leaves.”
(Source: comedycentral)
“It’s ok to objectify guys, they’re guys, they don’t care.”
“Guys can’t get raped, they never don’t want sex.”
“Men should be the ones to do the asking.”“Men should always pay on a date.”
“It’s okay for me to be sexually attracted to watching two gay men have sex, but not for men to be attracted to lesbians.”
“It’s impossible for men to be victims of domestic violence, they’re bigger and stronger than women!”
“Sexual predators are always men.”
This is stupidly well edited to make Jack look sinister like he agrees with Pitch, and I love love this song alongside the clips chosen.
” Remember in the days before digital music and MP3 players? If you do, then you probably made compilations of all your favourite music, to share with your friends and loved ones, on good old fashioned blank cassette tapes. If you miss making mix tapes this product will inspire you again! “
What gay men give to the world. A-yup.
On the second one.
There’s this one gay club I go to that actually has a problem of straight guys going there to dance with girls. I guess these guys don’t understand that girls can also be gay, because they assume that any girls at the club are there with their gay guy friends.
So one night I was out on the dance floor, and I see this guy. He’s like over six-foot, at least, all beefed-up, muscle shirt, looks kindof like a douchebag. And he’s just circling the dance floor, in one continuous loop, looking at the crowd like a predator, and it’s creeping me the fuck out.
It’s creeping me out enough that I don’t immediately realize what’s going on nearby. Some girl has attracted one of the Assholes, who has proceeded to begin grinding on her. She’s pushing him away, telling him to get lost. He’s pulling that whole, “come on, don’t be a bitch” spiel, and generally just not getting the message.
BAM. Suddenly, the prowling guy swoops in, like some sort of Gay Avenger. He shoves himself between the girl and the Asshole, grabs the Asshole by the hips, and starts dirty dancing him like a God-damned fuck machine. Asshole completely flips his shit, like how DARE another man try to dance with him at a GAY BAR???, starts spitting curses, and tears ass off the dance floor and out onto the sidewalk.
The Gay Avenger turns back to the girl, inclines his head in an, “are you okay?” sort of gesture. She nods, and he returns to his previous position of circling the dance floor, looking for his next target.
Told this story to some guys upstairs. Apparently Gay Avenger is a regular there.
someone write a comic book about Gay Avenger.