[ so, it’s that time again — i finally made it to and surpassed 500 followers. plus i’ve kinda revamped jim, and felt like it was time to recognize some of my followers who i’ve come to adore. ps if i’ve missed you, please don’t be offended… there’s a lot of people i love on this site. it wasn’t on purpose, i promise! ]

bridge crew (aka my besties who've helped me develop jim a fuckton)

cmoleonxrdmccoydoctorblakedoctorothredsondrarialynnnotaspecialagent <3 — studymyxsstalk-to-tennantthebookofsands

superior officers (blogs i have hardcore crushes on and want to rp with, but i'm too shy to say a thing)


the crew (the lovely blogs who i've chosen to honor. )




It appears we even sleep in sync.

*kisses head* ssssshhhhh don’t question it




Don’t look at me, the omnipotent overlord’s the only one getting cold feet.

I’d prefer no one alters what’s in my head. They’re my memories.



Actually everything can be mine if I so wish it to be.

On those actually quite philosophical conversations and damn Q shouldn’t be near humans that can snark back, I’m going to bed.

Anonymous: It's been so long oh gosh D: I missed youuuuuuu

I missed you too so much.

You’ll always be Junior for me dear.

See what you did omg.


omnipotentandimportant: McCoy? Not as in Leonard McCoy by some random chance?



"Doctor Leonard McCoy, yes." she responded, eyes narrowing slightly but smile remaining on her lips. A lot of people wanted to talk about her famous dad.

"Places that haven’t even happened yet and ones that died long before anyone I know were born." she mumbled. "That sounds like it would be really heavy. I don’t think I’d be able to deal with that kind of pain. I was a part of a famine. It took away my aunt and uncle, my best friend… nearly killed me. But you can see everything that’s ever happened and ever will happen can’t you? I can barely deal with one tragedy and you see them all." She stretched her arms forward and hugged him around his waist tightly. 

He didn’t know if he was really interested in her suffering. Her life among so many that she didn’t matter, couldn’t matter. It was one of the reasons the Q judged species and not individuals. He was going to answer her when she did once again something he never thought someone would do in his company. The Q were already not physical beings, but this particular Q had one too many enemies. So when she hugged him he looked down with widened eyes that changed his features for the fraction of a second before he blinked and gently backed away from her. His psychological reaction had been to fast for anyone to pick up as he shook his head.

"Their pain don’t affect me. You’re sad uselessly over something far too beneath myself."

Or was it. Nobody ever asked him that question. Did he care about what he could see and feel? It was assumed that no and probably that after a time, even Q had come to say no as well.

"What you see is a playground for me, but you were right for one thing: you wouldn’t be able to absorb it all. Not as a human being. As one of us, you would be able to learn, but as one of the weakest species? I doubt you would last a whole day. Not because of those creatures’ pain, only because the flux of them all would destroy your mind."

 Star Trek/Parallels 

I’m laughing so hard. Q got metaphorically slapped in the face because he tried to be a little shit but it backfired.

"You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love."

- Warsan Shire (via twisted-but-pretty)