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Warning: this blog is multifandom and full of crazy.
My name is Sarah, and my quest is to seek the holy grail. I'm 17 and I scream and shout about basically everything. Feel free to drop me an ask and freak out with me.
CURRENTLY READING: Froi of the Exiles
CURRENTLY IN A STATE OF STAR TREK INDUCED FRENZY
I think this fic just killed me
I am dead
oh dear god
that was awful
this is unacceptable
I’m going to have a roommate for the next week and I don’t know how I feel about that
having “feelings” is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch
*crashes into ur room* what the fuck did you say about james t kirk’s characterization
did you know that if you go into your bathroom turn the lights off and say Bones three times fast McCoy shows up and says “damnit jim im a doctor not a spirt of folklore”
i dont exist so you can find me attractive and acceptable
|What she says:||I'm fine|
|What she means:||space: the final frontier. these are the voyages of the starship enterprise. her five year mission, to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilization, to boldly go where no one has gone before.|
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more Treks whoo
when Kirk told Chekov to put on a red shirt I was that one person in the theater who screamed “NOOO”
He can do zat.
I would do zat