I Thought We Were Explorers

Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott      call me Scotty.       Welcome ta th' U.S.S Enterprise engineerin' decks; We aren' givin' tours, so I suggest y'clear right on out.       I've got work t' be doin'; I don' care what Captain 'Perfect Hair' said.           'S my bloody department; I'll run it how I want. An' fer God's sake       it's not a climbin' frame! { Star Trek AOS RP blog } Current M!A   None [accepting]

[honeychildplease-deactivated201]

So, my friend is stage managing Macbeth and made this status today...

I’m quite pleased with this.

[memoriesfloodbacklikephotograph]

Rapping this out loud in my empty classroom like swag.

[fuckingmultiverse]

WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WADDUP I AM A BIG SCOT

I’M SO PUMPED ABOUT SOME VISION THAT THE WITCHES GOT

I WILL BE THANE, SO SAYS THE PROPHECY

THAT PEOPLE LIKE “DAMN, MACBETH DESERVES GLORY”

[enochianknockknockjokes]

I reblogged this so fast guys

[incognitoarchive]

If you’re ever sad, remember that you aren’t me

and your mother never did this to you

Just

Remember that

and everything will be okay <3

[getoffthere]

okay if my suddenly vanishing is weirding anyone out, know that I am okay-I'm just on another blog (Gabriel, the one I ran before Scotty) and I'll try to be back on here soon.

ps if incognitomessenger follows you or likes your stuff that's me loving you or being too lazy to switch over and back again, don't worry about it

[cleolinda]

Well… that escalated quickly.

[fannishbehavior]

ngl i laughed

[bloggingthetrench-deactivated20]

I’m still laughing.

[getoffthere]

if u thought i was immune 2 the halloween reblogs

that’s just

witchful thinking.

[getoffthere]

I fucking hate all of you.

[adestroy]

[yourresidentginger]

[basilton]

In the early years of space flight, both Russians and Americans used pencils in space. Unfortunately, pencil lead is made of graphite, a highly conductive material. Snapped graphite leads and particles in zero gravity are hugely problematic, as they will get sucked into the air ventilation or electronic equipment, easily causing shorts or fires in the pure oxygen environment of a capsule.

After the fire in Apollo 1 which killed all the astronauts on board, NASA required a writing instrument that wasn’t a fire hazard. Fisher spent over a million dollars (of his own money) creating a pressurized ball point pen, which NASA bought at $2.95 each. The Russian space program also switched over from pencils shortly after.

40 years later snide morons on the internet still snicker about it, because snide morons on the internet never know what they are talking about.

[gipsiidanger]

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU YOU WONDERFUL HUMAN

I’VE HEARD SO MANY PEOPLE GIVE AMERICA SHIT ABOUT THIS AND LAUGH BECAUSE THEY THINK AMERICA IS SO FUCKING STUPID FOR SPENDING A MILLION DOLLARS ON A PEN WHEN THEY COULD’VE USED A PENCIL, LIKE THEY WERE TOO STUPID TO THINK OF THAT CONCEPT

THAT PEN WAS AN IDEA THAT PROBABLY LITERALLY SAVED LIVES AND THIS DAMN POST HAS BEEN CIRCULATING WITH PEOPLE LAUGHING AT NASA AND TREATING THEM LIKE IDIOTS 

SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SHIT THE FUCK DOWN

[walkingoutintherain]

New and important context for Nita Callahan’s beloved space pen!

[blueshirtsdoitbest]

(x)

[docmccoyandmrscott]

■ you two are the stupidest assholes oh my god ■ why do they let you in interviews together ■ IT NEVER ENDS WELL ■ this is my brotp okay ■ i know pine and quinto are fucking great ■ but these two make me want to strangle and aggressively snuggle them like two dumb bunnies with stupid accents ■ and stupid faces ■ and stupid laughs and just ■ YOU TWO ARE FUCKING DUMB OKAY I’M GOING TO DIE GO AWAY 

[killtatum]

[emotiionisms]

Jim and Bones

[you-owe-me-one-deactivated20140]

Scotty, please.

[shouldhaveletme-sleep-deactivat]

 #re: rat poison bastard

[shouldhaveletme-sleep-deactivat]

    excuse you

[gotnothinleft]

if it helps any spock’s is ‘re: it’s not easy being green’ and uhura’s is ‘re: tin can telephone’

and chekov’s is just really creepy we don’t talk about my chekov tag

[ferocitersubtilis-archive-blog]

that makes me wonder. what the fuck is your chekov tag?

[gotnothinleft]

[getoffthere]

can we talk about your scotty tag scotty would like to address this problem

#re: this shit ain’t medicinal

[gotnothinleft]

…

so basically what we’ve learned is that my tags suck

[getoffthere]

what we learned today is that your tags are accurate to the characters in the best kind of way

[shouldhaveletme-sleep-deactivat]

 #re: rat poison bastard

[shouldhaveletme-sleep-deactivat]

    excuse you

[gotnothinleft]

if it helps any spock’s is ‘re: it’s not easy being green’ and uhura’s is ‘re: tin can telephone’

and chekov’s is just really creepy we don’t talk about my chekov tag

[ferocitersubtilis-archive-blog]

that makes me wonder. what the fuck is your chekov tag?

[gotnothinleft]

[getoffthere]

can we talk about your scotty tag scotty would like to address this problem

#re: this shit ain't medicinal

[icarusxrising]

[O…kay. Well. …what.]

[getoffthere]

[Completely innocent nothing to see here.]

Unless y'have a sudden fascination fer minor repairs, captain, there's no' much y'need t'do down 'ere. [Go ahead ask him, if you dare.]

[nothingleftbutbones]

[text] Now. You know where.

The bar they always met at. The place where he’d actually slumped onto a stool and met the Scotsman for the very first time.

Doesn’t hurt that he’s already there, shoulders hunched up and two glasses of bourbon in, back in a dark booth.

[getoffthere]

He doesn't throw a text back. Takes forty minutes too long to put his shoes back on and hail a taxi, fully aware he's too drunk to drive.

Scotty slips in looking more like a lost, floundering tourist than he ever has before. He knows where Leo is before he looks around and hates himself for it. He doesn't order anything before he slips into the booth, pointedly not looking at the doctor, and he doesn't intend to. He has enough Scotch on his breath already to make this risky.

[getoffthere]

               ”They do tha’ more’n once?” Blatant lies. He knows they’re scheduled once a month, he just always has ‘something else’ to do. Give him an injury and he’ll appear in medbay within a few hours, schedule a visit and you have to wrangle him. “How long d’these take again? ‘M usually ‘alf asleep when they finally corner me.”

[hello--nurse]

               ”Once a month, on top of daily vitals checks — but I have a feelin’ you already knew that, sir.” The grin that plays at her lips is honest and teasing, and she presses a few things on the PADD in her hands before she continues to speak. “I don’t blame ya’ for tryin’, though. It’ll only be — oh, fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour at th’ most. I won’t keep ya’ longer than need be.”

[getoffthere]

               "Daily, eh? Must'a missed that meeting." He didn't. Her father's had a lot of time to get his timing completely down, and the doctor jabs him with a hypo and scans him at the same time when they pass each other in the hall in the morning. It hurts, and he's fairly certain the hypo isn't part of the daily vitals check. Wakes him up better than coffee though. "I suppose if I have to." Never let it be said Montgomery Scott didn't know when to throw in the towel.

[phaserbeams]

And in that moment, I swear humans were illogical

[getoffthere]

vanishing because lab brb