#starfleetofficial

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@starfleetofficial replied to your post “catch your girl getting REAL worked up on this cloudy Sunday afternoon...”

classic shane.....

i’m never going to fuck with that straight ass bullshit they tried to pull at the end, when they were on a roll wrapping up the themes and messages with an otherwise solid series of scenes. i love that movie but i straight up stop watching when that shit comes on

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Short x1- the box

Gonna try to post more short stories! A while ago Sasha and I did some writing exercises. We would both start something, switch laptops a few minutes in, and then finish the other person’s story. 

This story is based on this photo, which alone should be enough motivation to read through.

(First part written by me, switch to sash will be denoted by subtle bolding.)

“Steve, we can’t do this.”

“Not with that attitude!” said Steve.

Linda looked at Bob and frowned. The concrete was scraping her knees and she had cracked a nail a few feet back. The cardboard box filled with packing peanuts that she and Bob, an accountant from the second floor she’d met once or twice, were carrying on their backs, was not very heavy but somehow heavier than you would imagine.

“Steve, I’m willing to do anything to improve teamwork,” said Harvard O’Princeton, who looked like he could feel each and every particle of dirt that was sticking to his Armani jacket. “But is this really necessary?”

“Teamwork requires hard work on the part of everyone! Teamwork isn’t just necessary- it’s essential.”

“Okay. Sure,” said Harvard. He turned to his assistant, who was on her hands and knees next to him, in pumps and a pencil skirt and pain. “Come on, let’s just get to the end of the parking lot. I’ve gotta pick up the kids from rich people school.”

Steve watched them go with a smile on his face. The sweet glow of teamwork crackled and swelled around him, like those illegal discount fireworks he’d bought on the fourth of July to appear more human. Human’s loved festivities, as Steve had learned in his three years occupying the body of one. Steve didn’t really care for celebrations. Steve didn’t really care for anything except teamwork. One could say that it sustained him. In fact, if one did say this it would be exactly true. Steve was an alien who thrived on good old collaboration and companionship. On his home planet, it was the only thing that kept his species alive. Steve was one of the very few who escaped from the fold to try and start life somewhere else.

He liked to think of himself as a pretty enterprising guy.

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When the first limp noodle appeared in Charles’ trouser pocket he was with his friends and they were sitting in the park at night, smoking stolen cigars.

guys read this short story im not kidding its fucking . . . everything i could have dreamed of and more

from the first sentence i knew i was in for some good shit

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hello I wrote this and I think you're a really good writer so I would love your thoughts http://thestolenlibrary.tumblr.com/post/137417491499/spaghetti

jesus christ

your ask isn’t on but i tumblr messaged you 

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“i’m such a little bitch” hux whispers to himself at night

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Hux is overworked and up for a promotion. Against his better judgement, he takes Kylo with him on the campaign.

FINALLY.

Guys there is so much in this chapter and I know it’s been a while, but I am PSYCHED AS HECK to finally be able to share this! Everyone’s in this chapter! Phasma! Drax! Ghost! Our two emotionally-inept villains! As always, I love you guys a ton. Thanks for sticking with me. : ) Special thanks to Sasha for helping me out. 

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i want to be friends with phasma because she's a walking mirror and i could check myself out all the time

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@starfleetofficial replied to your post: followers and mutuals! to celebrate replies coming...

My mother was killed by a falling billboard with a picture of Casper the Ghost and now the word ghost makes me burst into tears nice job asshole

why are you like this