beam me up, thotty

“Sunset over the Grocery Box,” by me. The view from my father’s front yard in January 2014.

“Sunset at the End of My Driveway (Excluding Pavements Covered With the Shite of One Million Dogs)” by me.

“Sunset from My Front Yard Taken on an iPod Touch in 2010″

“Sunset in Nov 2021 Taken in the Parking Lot of the Pharmacy”

“sunset from the parking lot of the diner taken on an iphone 5 in 2016”

the view across the road partially eclipsed by house, 2017

Taken from a stepladder putting up Christmas lights

-2014, front yard

“Brewing Storm on an Evening Commute”

And “Finally, no Power Lines”

-Sept. 30, 2020, passenger seat of a moving Buick

Behind a near-defunct mall in super small-town OK. HUGE rays.

Park And See The View 2020

(it took seconds to happen)

Waiting for The Pharmacy Line to Move, 2021

Outside the McDonald’s Drive-Thru Window, 2018

Sunrise in early Mars 2022 at 05:09am, Walking Home from Work

A drive for milkshakes, 2023

leaving work after a storm (2023)

The Star Trek TNG ep 'The Child' is pro choice, Troi just chooses to have the baby. Pro choice doesn’t end in abortion every time, that’s the point.

HEY SAMSON. HEY. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN. HEY.

i love how ed and izzy are like 'he can't handle a fuckery' sirs i would argue you met because stede had a fuckery

'#oh that's a very good point #he's dang good at a fuckery #just not a SCARY one #he's great at confusing the heck out of ppl' @the-moon-loves-the-sea yes yes EXACTLY

@julians-blog-i-guess you’ve changed the way I see him again. I was just rewatching it and I was struck by Stede saying, “As total as my theatrical knowledge may be—“ to the crew. Last time I thought he was being absurd; this time I believe him. Arguably all his survival skills and half of his management skills are theatrical. Most of his life goals, too. And now I really think his entire duel with Izzy was a masterful fuckery. From the moment Izzy challenges him and Stede gives him one steady look, shifts, and says, “Well, I accept,” Izzy should have been suspicious. He’s far too calm about it. But Izzy thinks he’s just stupidly overconfident (which is what he thinks of Stede’s whole career and character), and Stede feeds into that—asks him the rules of a duel, as though Ed hadn’t just been teaching him; tells him to warn a man, as he ducks back from any real danger; stumbles and flails across the deck, staying just out of reach, flinging gunpowder at Izzy and thwacking his ass and riling him, then lets himself be disarmed—right in front of the mast. And then Izzy is so insulted, and so desperate for blood, and so sure he’s won, he doesn’t notice Stede positioning himself to take the blow. Any other time, Izzy Hands would know what would kill a man. And Stede would never beat him at it, and Stede knows it. But he’s had an epiphany—just like when Ed told him lighthouses should be avoided, and when Frenchie told him the servants hear everything; Stede takes the little fact he’s last learned (where to take a blow) and makes the absolute most of it. He fuckeries him.

@otterknowbynow I love you.

Until I rewatched the TNG pilot just now I didn't know there were printers on every deck on the Enterprise that Picard can use to tell people the ship is about to go into MAXIMUM ACCELERATION.

JIM KIRK'S ANXIOUS HANDS : PART 11/?

“do NOT tag this generic textpost i made with fandom stuff” my brother in christ you’re posting on tumblr 

can’t believe star trek invented gay people good for them

*eye twitches violently, maniacal grin appears on my face*

for jim…

https://twitter.com/terrymatalas/status/1502033168374796295?s=21

framing mt. jefferson

My therapist told me this specifically. She said “if you find yourself thinking and dwelling on negative things when you are trying to sleep, tell yourself over and over ‘you are not allowed to think of this until lunchtime tomorrow’.

By saying this you’re not ignoring the pain but you’re also giving yourself some rest.

this picture of spock inspires so much love in me

movies-era kirk and spock are like the old queens who invite you over for tapas at the lush rent-controlled apartment they’ve shared for 30 years. they put on a jazz record and casually tell you anecdotes about the celebrities they just happen to know, and when you compliment a certain print on their wall, they try to insist you take it with you. at the end of the night, when you finally excuse yourself after one glass of red wine too many, kirk gets your cab while tutting about how it’s past time he got *this one* off to bed anyway. he gives you a kiss on the cheek and pushes a covered plate of leftovers into your hands.

Thinking about the Hyundai electric concept car again.....

I wish you entered production I want to carnally