Well, You Must Be A Boy With Bones Like That.
re: reading Prime Directive and how it delights me:
Sulu kicks Orion ass in a bar! And drops one of them with just his smarts and awesome fighting skills!
Uhura coming up with devious plans to steal a starship to get back to Talin IV and figure out what went wrong while roping McCoy into it. HI, NYOTA, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
CHEKOV IN A MOTHERFUCKING CAPE. I don't even care why he's in a cape, it's Chekov in a cape, and that's awesome enough for me.
McCoy and Spock arguing all the time, even during a scientific presentation! SO IN LOVE FOREVER AND EVER ZOMG.
Kirk denies a request for the crew to start eating synthesized chocolate in order to ration the dwindling real chocolate supply because Jim Kirk loves his real chocolate, okay?! And this is when he's not stocking boxes in Vulcan chess patterns that remind him of Spock and their chess games together. Oh, the love.
Scotty being the most awesome engineer ever IN THE HISTORY OF STARFLEET. He disarmed nuclear bombs with a tractor beam, a laser, and his brain, people. Total and complete badass, I love him.
I'm only halfway through the book, and I am almost bursting with joy with each continuing chapter. I don't know what's going to happen to me when I actually get to the end. I might just be a pile of ash in a seat from the spontaneous combustion brought on by the intense love I have for this book. I would be okay with that even.
I just. Jim Kirk loves real chocolate so much, he won't condone rationing it. How am I supposed to resist that?! ILU, JIM KIRK.
Also, have a ridiculously fun, hot Karl Urban/Chris Pine story where Chris is the world's most adorable fratboy and Karl doesn't believe in swearing. I think someone called Karl a "gentleman's geek" and I think that's the most perfect description of him, although the qualifier "hotass" should be added as a prefix just in the interests of accuracy.
In other news, fuck, I'm tired. One more day of crazy work and then I get to sleep in for two days. I can't wait!
I'm only halfway through the book, and I am almost bursting with joy with each continuing chapter. I don't know what's going to happen to me when I actually get to the end. I might just be a pile of ash in a seat from the spontaneous combustion brought on by the intense love I have for this book. I would be okay with that even.
I just. Jim Kirk loves real chocolate so much, he won't condone rationing it. How am I supposed to resist that?! ILU, JIM KIRK.
Also, have a ridiculously fun, hot Karl Urban/Chris Pine story where Chris is the world's most adorable fratboy and Karl doesn't believe in swearing. I think someone called Karl a "gentleman's geek" and I think that's the most perfect description of him, although the qualifier "hotass" should be added as a prefix just in the interests of accuracy.
In other news, fuck, I'm tired. One more day of crazy work and then I get to sleep in for two days. I can't wait!