gallifreyburning replied to your post: Owls man, you and gallifreyburning share a strong bond over owls.
OMG LET ME LOVE YOU. I’d ship it too.WHOA I DIDN’T KNOW— WHOA CAPS LOCK—
yeah i didn’t know what post this was talking about to i went to it and over there it’s like
but that doesn’t even really matter because
I’m sorry, sometimes I HAVE A HARD TIME CONTROLLING the VOLUME OF MY VOICE when I get too EXCITED.

And for anybody who follows me and loves Trek and wicked humor, y’all should all be following this lady.

#the name’s pine. chris pine. #i’m here to be beautiful and solve crimes #and i have no idea how to solve crimes (via damespock)
damespock replied to your post: 25. Of all my fandoms, Star Trek is the only one where I sail no ships.
not even spock/uhura (which is somehow cannon now) or picard/crusher?
Y’know, I vaguely shipped Picard/Crusher when I was much younger, but now…le shrug. I just don’t know. And Spock/Uhura…le shrug. Lots of shippy shrugs, honestly.
damespock replied to your photo: So this happened in the last 24 hours.
this song is actually the best and anyone who tries to fault you for listening to it for 9 hours of your life is dead in the wrong.
OH MERCY I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS SONG. Nine hours of my life is not enough. The count is currently three higher than it was when I posted that pic.
tardisalert replied to your photo: So this happened in the last 24 hours.
This is how I write, too. My top writing songs have 930, 289, 247 and 143 plays since my last iTunes reset (the 143 plays song is over 6 minutes long, so this play count is pretty impressive for it). MUST have music when writing…!It’s soothing and it’s almost trance-like, the repetition of a writing song. It’s perfect.

MY VALENTINES:
These blogs are flawless and these people are lovely and they’re giving out free candy for Valentine’s Day. So follow, y’all. Valentine King Tennant commands it.


Tumblr Crushes:

I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED ABOUT THIS PERFECT CRUSHES LIST!!!! I CANNOT CONTAIN MY FEELS!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!

- sarcasm
- commiserating “all of these people are idiots” glances at each other
- pastries
- lounging around with feet on the desk
- shit talking
- ass kicking
- buckets of homoerotic subtext
- strong, independent female characters
ALSO DI Lestrade and DI Carlisle’s division:
- Squabbling over who gets to drive every damn time they get in the car
- Coming to blows over the last donut
- Having their sidearms and badges confiscated for being loose-cannon coppers
- Grudging respect toward their no-nonsense female DCI
- Long bubble baths at the end of a tough day, sometimes separately but mostly together
#WE COULD WRITE A TELEPLAY AND SUBMIT IT TO THE BBC
#i would be totally useless to the process #unless french and/or extensive knowledge of premodern european and middle eastern history somehow was useful
RIGHT THEN. We can work around those constraints.
Episode One: Lestrade and Carlisle go undercover in a French Algerian antiques-smuggling ring. They do horrible accents as they try to fit in with their intended marks. Carlisle coldcocks Lestrade at one point because Lestrade snatches a chocolate-filled croissant from his hand. Lestrade retaliates by seducing the sexy French Algerian antiques dealer that Carlisle’s been working his magic on. The no-nonsense DCI rips them a new one for their pointless bickering. Plot point, plot point, plot point, they blow the smuggling ring wide open, then knock back a pint at the local pub and patch up their friendship.
End credits roll over a scene of Lestrade and Carlisle relaxing together in a bubble bath.
/FIN
oh my god, it totally is.
EPISODE 12: Zachary Quinto plays a visiting french canadian zoologist that both detectives want to bang. And also he wants to steal priceless, rare bats from the London Zoo. They’re pissed because this is really, really not their division. They stake out with donuts, witty banter, witty banter, but when it comes to that last donut all bets are off because that bitch is jelly filled. Their squabbling escalates and is about to be a fist fight when shit goes down and a zoo security guard gets shot and they are temporarily foiled. No-Nonsense DCI gives a lecture and throws their badges at them. They decide on a more direct approach and threesome the absolute hell out of the zoologist, plot, plot, zoologist steals the bats anyway and is half way to the airport when he’s ambushed. Unnecessarily invasive pat down and arrest his ass. BAM! Hot tubs have bubbles too.
WE COULD MAP OUT AN ENTIRE SEASON. And each episode gets increasingly outside of their division, until they’re solving penguin crimes in Antarctica. More potential guest stars: John Simm (in a special Life on Mars crossover episode), Jerry Orbach (idgaf, from beyond the grave), Gerard Depardieu, and Ludacris. At the end of each episode, Carlisle and Lestrade relax together in a different body of water while the credits roll: hot springs, Turkish baths, bubbling brook, kiddie pool …
at the end they retire and buy a springside house.

- sarcasm
- commiserating “all of these people are idiots” glances at each other
- pastries
- lounging around with feet on the desk
- shit talking
- ass kicking
- buckets of homoerotic subtext
- strong, independent female characters
ALSO DI Lestrade and DI Carlisle’s division:
- Squabbling over who gets to drive every damn time they get in the car
- Coming to blows over the last donut
- Having their sidearms and badges confiscated for being loose-cannon coppers
- Grudging respect toward their no-nonsense female DCI
- Long bubble baths at the end of a tough day, sometimes separately but mostly together
#WE COULD WRITE A TELEPLAY AND SUBMIT IT TO THE BBC
#i would be totally useless to the process #unless french and/or extensive knowledge of premodern european and middle eastern history somehow was useful
RIGHT THEN. We can work around those constraints.
Episode One: Lestrade and Carlisle go undercover in a French Algerian antiques-smuggling ring. They do horrible accents as they try to fit in with their intended marks. Carlisle coldcocks Lestrade at one point because Lestrade snatches a chocolate-filled croissant from his hand. Lestrade retaliates by seducing the sexy French Algerian antiques dealer that Carlisle’s been working his magic on. The no-nonsense DCI rips them a new one for their pointless bickering. Plot point, plot point, plot point, they blow the smuggling ring wide open, then knock back a pint at the local pub and patch up their friendship.
End credits roll over a scene of Lestrade and Carlisle relaxing together in a bubble bath.
/FIN
oh my god, it totally is.
EPISODE 12: Zachary Quinto plays a visiting french canadian zoologist that both detectives want to bang. And also he wants to steal priceless, rare bats from the London Zoo. They’re pissed because this is really, really not their division. They stake out with donuts, witty banter, witty banter, but when it comes to that last donut all bets are off because that bitch is jelly filled. Their squabbling escalates and is about to be a fist fight when shit goes down and a zoo security guard gets shot and they are temporarily foiled. No-Nonsense DCI gives a lecture and throws their badges at them. They decide on a more direct approach and threesome the absolute hell out of the zoologist, plot, plot, zoologist steals the bats anyway and is half way to the airport when he’s ambushed. Unnecessarily invasive pat down and arrest his ass. BAM! Hot tubs have bubbles too.
WE COULD MAP OUT AN ENTIRE SEASON. And each episode gets increasingly outside of their division, until they’re solving penguin crimes in Antarctica. More potential guest stars: John Simm (in a special Life on Mars crossover episode), Jerry Orbach (idgaf, from beyond the grave), Gerard Depardieu, and Ludacris. At the end of each episode, Carlisle and Lestrade relax together in a different body of water while the credits roll: hot springs, Turkish baths, bubbling brook, kiddie pool …



- sarcasm
- commiserating “all of these people are idiots” glances at each other
- pastries
- lounging around with feet on the desk
- shit talking
- ass kicking
- buckets of homoerotic subtext
- strong, independent female characters
ALSO DI Lestrade and DI Carlisle’s division:
- Squabbling over who gets to drive every damn time they get in the car
- Coming to blows over the last donut
- Having their sidearms and badges confiscated for being loose-cannon coppers
- Grudging respect toward their no-nonsense female DCI
- Long bubble baths at the end of a tough day, sometimes separately but mostly together
#WE COULD WRITE A TELEPLAY AND SUBMIT IT TO THE BBC
#i would be totally useless to the process #unless french and/or extensive knowledge of premodern european and middle eastern history somehow was useful
RIGHT THEN. We can work around those constraints.
Episode One: Lestrade and Carlisle go undercover in a French Algerian antiques-smuggling ring. They do horrible accents as they try to fit in with their intended marks. Carlisle coldcocks Lestrade at one point because Lestrade snatches a chocolate-filled croissant from his hand. Lestrade retaliates by seducing the sexy French Algerian antiques dealer that Carlisle’s been working his magic on. The no-nonsense DCI rips them a new one for their pointless bickering. Plot point, plot point, plot point, they blow the smuggling ring wide open, then knock back a pint at the local pub and patch up their friendship.
End credits roll over a scene of Lestrade and Carlisle relaxing together in a bubble bath.
/FIN

- sarcasm
- commiserating “all of these people are idiots” glances at each other
- pastries
- lounging around with feet on the desk
- shit talking
- ass kicking
- buckets of homoerotic subtext
- strong, independent female characters
ALSO DI Lestrade and DI Carlisle’s division:

Tumblr Crushes:
Huh. My percentage for Anna is usually higher. Oh well.


(Regardless, y’all should FOLLOW ALL THE QUALITY. These are amazing blogs, yo.)