me: this whole concept of ~soulmates~ is so damaging, you can be happy with so many people throughout your life and sometimes the best you can do in a failed relationship is to let it go, that person isn’t THE ONE, no one is, everything in the media about romance is so fucked up on so many levels–
Uhura: Chekov, don’t say a word.
Chekov:
Chekov: Fergalicious.
Uhura: I said no words.
Chekov: Oh, I see. Two weeks ago playing Scrabble, it’s not a word and now suddenly it is a word because it’s conwenient for you.
*flowers courtesy of a v grateful patient y/y* OH LOOK STRESS FREE BONES
“spock when does all our shifts end?” “in three hours fifty eight minute-” “that’s too long” “agreed.”
uhura is 1093000% done but they can both appreciate a handsome GQ motherfccker
“ze doktor is really pretty” “aye, especially when he’s lecturin’ us over safety and what not” *clinks glasses*
let’s not talk about how bittersweet this is let’s talk about MY TINY ILLOGICAL AU BF instead