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twerkinbaby69:

blastoisex:

what a strange dog 

Omg

Gillian Anderson and Ben Foster in A Streetcar Named Desire.

Fuck yo. This was just soooo raw. I’ve never seen this play done without some kind of southern, idyllic, restrained pretense and in my opinion the brillliant writing is served all the better for this really ugly interpretation. This from an actress whose father is from the delta, whose mother is from South Louisiana, and who literally grew up next to Laurel, Mississippi. Williams runs through my veins thicker than any other playwright and this was undoubtedly the best interpretation I’ve ever seen. 

ds9vgrconfessions:

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[All I want from life is for Kate Mulgrew to hug me like I’m a member of the Voyager crew.]

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[All I want from life is for Kate Mulgrew to hug me like I’m a member of the Voyager crew.]

I love a good, Freudian dream with my afternoon nap.

In said dream, I was walking down the street with my boss and the intern from my one of my day jobs. My boss stopped to help the intern tie her shoe. Then Julie Andrews (but like my age Julie Andrews) walked out of the hotel we happened to be stopped in front of and ordered a car. I started whispering, “Oh my god, it’s Julie Andrews,” and my boss was like, “Really? Where?” and I told her. Side note: my boss actually knows IRL how much I love Julie Andrews. I didn’t want to stare or get emotional or cause a scene so I decided to go back to the office. I left my boss and the intern to their shoe-tying and walked back. I had this feeling that if I was really, really good and got our project set up before she got back, my boss would realize what a good employee I was and since she’s not afraid of talking to people like I am, I thought she might surprise me by bringing me Julie’s autograph (which I already have 2 of btw, but I’ve never actually met her). So I was furiously setting up an inflatable obstacle course in our office, the purpose of which I didn’t understand, but I’d been told to and it was my job. I kept running into technical issues and I was getting frantic because I didn’t want my boss to get back with a surprise present for me and find the work not done—that would be letting her down. I ironed out most of the kinks and was just finishing up when she and the intern got back. She immediately started inspecting my work and deemed it acceptable. Then she gave me another project and sent me out to the intern’s cubicle while the intern worked at my desk even though the change of seating was absolutely unnecessary. I kept thinking there must be a reason—maybe to do with my surprise, which I still suspected I’d be getting. Then my boss called me into her office but not to give me anything. She fired me. She said I’d gotten distracted by Julie and wasn’t getting any work done and that the intern would be taking my place. She handed me my last check and sent me packing. My last thought was that I should have gone to say hello to Julie Andrews because that way one good thing would have happened to me. Instead, I was timid and trusting and I’d dreamed so much that I lost something concrete.

Doesn’t get more obviously symbolic than that. Bleep.

Do you ever have those days where the only accurate way to describe your mood is the name of a fictional character? Like, you wake up one morning and feel lie you're in charge of the universe and you're just like: "Yup, feeling Janeway today."

YES. 

About to see Gillian Anderson in the live broadcast of Streetcar.

One of my favorite actresses in one of my favorite plays by one of my favorite playwrights. Soooo excited. I’ve heard she’s phenomenal.

rectumofglory:

rectumofglory:

Guide to the Races of Star Trek

i cant brEATHE seND heLP broodinghunx paramaline mizufae

bless u neilcicierega for existing and creating the highest caliber of internet comedy out there time and time again, my sense of humour is forever indebted to you.

its amok time day also if yr having a bad day here’s a funny to make the day a bit easier 😚

Unhealthy food craving of the day: those little french toast sticks that are coated in granulated sugar even though powdered sugar is more of a french toast thing and yet it’s still expected that you dunk ‘em in syrup 

I love getting phone calls at the day job. Out of the deathly silence punctuated only by the clacking of keyboards and the soulless ringing of a million identical network phones comes a loud, clear, Russian accented, and frankly, very sexy voice: “All I wanted was to eat the chicken that is smarter than other chickens and to absorb its power. And make a nice Kiev. But oh well.”

Up pop the corporate prairie dogs like so many whack-a-moles from their impressive underground cubicle network to listen to the one thing they’ve heard all day that truly breaks the spell of monotony. Thank you, Kate, for giving these poor souls a brief insight into the world of true humanity, if only for a moment. And thank you, Universe, for supplying me with the idea that serves as a conduit between the mortal drones in this place and the goddess divine, her words descending from that heavenly Olympus…Queens. Or if we’re talking Red, prison. Take your pick.

onesimus42:

adrateia:

so being a reader is basically a constant struggle between deciding on reading what you bought recently, what you bought ages ago and should stop ignoring, and what you really ought to reread.

And then reading fanfic instead.

vulcantruth:

my favorite thing about worf is how sometimes he peeks out from behind things

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fictionalred:

buggerygrips:

yourresidentginger:

captainbeverlycrusher:

About to take the stage in Chicago with the Next Gen Cast & Tne Shat!!! (x)

Why does Bill look so unhappy

fictionalred:

buggerygrips:

yourresidentginger:

captainbeverlycrusher:

About to take the stage in Chicago with the Next Gen Cast & Tne Shat!!! (x)

Why does Bill look so unhappy

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terezi-pie-rope:

dad-rock-davos:

itsfullofstars:

Coldest Star Found—No Hotter Than Fresh Coffee
According to a new study, a star discovered 75 light-years away is no warmer than a freshly brewed cup of coffee.
Dubbed CFBDSIR 1458 10b, the star is what’s called a brown dwarf. These oddball objects are often called failed stars, because they have starlike heat and chemical properties but don’t have enough mass for the crush of gravity to ignite nuclear fusion at their cores.
With surface temperatures hovering around 206 degrees F (97 degrees C), the newfound star is the coldest brown dwarf seen to date.
Keep reading.

I’m gonna…I’m gonna touch it..

What if I just- put my hand-

There’s a Janeway joke in that star.

terezi-pie-rope:

dad-rock-davos:

itsfullofstars:

Coldest Star Found—No Hotter Than Fresh Coffee

According to a new study, a star discovered 75 light-years away is no warmer than a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

Dubbed CFBDSIR 1458 10b, the star is what’s called a brown dwarf. These oddball objects are often called failed stars, because they have starlike heat and chemical properties but don’t have enough mass for the crush of gravity to ignite nuclear fusion at their cores.

With surface temperatures hovering around 206 degrees F (97 degrees C), the newfound star is the coldest brown dwarf seen to date.

Keep reading.

I’m gonna…I’m gonna touch it..

What if I just- put my hand-

There’s a Janeway joke in that star.

The number of inappropriate possibilities is staggering.

yourehidingfrommenow:

domdean:

cuntakinte:

I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking slut

I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking virgin

you will never know which of these two statements reign true for people who reblogs this and that bothers me