sellyourselfshort:

hello-is-there-anybody-there:

lovelynobody00:


If you’re having a bad day, just watch this sleeping kitten.
Its tiny black nose, its little cushioned black jellybean toes, the halo of silver moonlight hairs on the silky black fur.

MY COMPUTER SCREWED UP AND THE GIF STOPPED AND I GOT WORRIED

shh don’t shout the kittens trying to sleep 

This is one of the best gifs on Tumblr

sellyourselfshort:

hello-is-there-anybody-there:

lovelynobody00:

If you’re having a bad day, just watch this sleeping kitten.

Its tiny black nose, its little cushioned black jellybean toes, the halo of silver moonlight hairs on the silky black fur.

MY COMPUTER SCREWED UP AND THE GIF STOPPED AND I GOT WORRIED

shh don’t shout the kittens trying to sleep 

This is one of the best gifs on Tumblr

A writer’s confession

Is it bad of me to not worry about a few minor typos in my blog posts?

HELL NO!!! I can’t worry about such small things. In fact, why worry about anything at all?

I’m too busy writing to worry.

child-of-thecosmos:

Radio and television broadcasting may be only a brief passing phase in our technological development. When we imagine alien civilizations broadcasting signals with radio telescopes, are we any different from earlier generations who imagined riding cannon shells to the moon? Civilizations even slightly more advanced than ours may have already moved on to some other mode of communication, one that we have yet to discover or even imagine. Their messages could be swirling all around us at this very moment, but we lack the means to perceive them just as all of our ancestors, up to a little more than a century ago, would have been oblivious to the most urgent radio signal from another world. 

But there’s another more troubling possibility: Civilizations, like other living things, may only live so long before perishing due to natural causes, or violence, or self-inflicted wounds. Whether or not we ever make contact with intelligent alien life may depend on a critical question: What is the life expectancy of a civilization?

- Episode 11: The Immortals, Cosmos: A SpaceTime Odyssey

makingsavingthrows:

(sketch by Lisa Klow)
Mists…darkness…fear…pain…
That was all Caylan felt at the age of eleven stricken with an unknown illness. A dreamlike state that weakened her body, mind, and spirit gradually. The local healers were at a loss; her parents, both fiend slayers in their glory days, grew desperate for answers. For three days the little half-orc girl suffered.
Then at the third night, her dream changed. The mists turned into large birds, as dark as onyx. Then they coalesced into a human form…no not human, another half-orc, an adult dressed in splendid robes of a powerful wizard skillfully turning the darkness and mists into phantasms: illusions of shapes, faces, people. The fear and pain disappeared.
The wizard was…herself!
When she regained consciousness, a raven was at her bedside, it’s caws soothing her pain. At the same time, two figures were at her side and her relieved parents near the door of her room. The figure on the right was a high elf woman in dressed splendidly in a crimson robe set with gold lacing and small jewels, a wooden staff in her right hand. She smiled at Caylan then turned to the other figure at the other side of the bed and asked in a soft regal voice if she would be welcome in The Coven given that her latent powers were emerging. “Yes. She would be more than welcome, assuming she follows her own path,” she answered in a sharper older voice, one that both frightened and emboldened Caylan. The mysterious woman was dressed in a more subdued robe, devoid of the elegance of the elf’s robe. Her head was covered by a heavy cowl and her face masked by a scarf. Only the eyes were visible, dull yellow and rather alien but piercing and wise.
“Follow you path, Caylan. We will meet again when you do,” were the last words spoken by the strange woman as she left followed by the beautiful elf, Caylan’s future mentor Melaine.
The other woman remained a mystery.
As for the raven, Caylan immediately called to him; “Onyx. Thank you, my friend.” Onxy replied after a brief caw ; “You’re welcome.” The two remained inseparable as Caylan, weakened in body but stronger in mind and spirit, poured through the books in the libraries of Neverwinter and Candlekeep and listened carefully to her parent’s tales of their adventures. 
By the time she reached the age of womanhood at sixteen, she followed her own path to The Coven outside Neverwinter to study the art of illusions under Melaine. Caylan had indeed followed the raven’s call.

makingsavingthrows:

(sketch by Lisa Klow)

Mists…darkness…fear…pain…

That was all Caylan felt at the age of eleven stricken with an unknown illness. A dreamlike state that weakened her body, mind, and spirit gradually. The local healers were at a loss; her parents, both fiend slayers in their glory days, grew desperate for answers. For three days the little half-orc girl suffered.

Then at the third night, her dream changed. The mists turned into large birds, as dark as onyx. Then they coalesced into a human form…no not human, another half-orc, an adult dressed in splendid robes of a powerful wizard skillfully turning the darkness and mists into phantasms: illusions of shapes, faces, people. The fear and pain disappeared.

The wizard was…herself!

When she regained consciousness, a raven was at her bedside, it’s caws soothing her pain. At the same time, two figures were at her side and her relieved parents near the door of her room. The figure on the right was a high elf woman in dressed splendidly in a crimson robe set with gold lacing and small jewels, a wooden staff in her right hand. She smiled at Caylan then turned to the other figure at the other side of the bed and asked in a soft regal voice if she would be welcome in The Coven given that her latent powers were emerging. “Yes. She would be more than welcome, assuming she follows her own path,” she answered in a sharper older voice, one that both frightened and emboldened Caylan. The mysterious woman was dressed in a more subdued robe, devoid of the elegance of the elf’s robe. Her head was covered by a heavy cowl and her face masked by a scarf. Only the eyes were visible, dull yellow and rather alien but piercing and wise.

“Follow you path, Caylan. We will meet again when you do,” were the last words spoken by the strange woman as she left followed by the beautiful elf, Caylan’s future mentor Melaine.

The other woman remained a mystery.

As for the raven, Caylan immediately called to him; “Onyx. Thank you, my friend.” Onxy replied after a brief caw ; “You’re welcome.” The two remained inseparable as Caylan, weakened in body but stronger in mind and spirit, poured through the books in the libraries of Neverwinter and Candlekeep and listened carefully to her parent’s tales of their adventures. 

By the time she reached the age of womanhood at sixteen, she followed her own path to The Coven outside Neverwinter to study the art of illusions under Melaine. Caylan had indeed followed the raven’s call.

Alright!

As you can see from my latest posts, I am stoked about the upcoming Star Trek: Axanar independent film!

todgast:

             There were forty thousand people on Archer Arena.
                          And they all wanted one thing.
                                       Hope.

weerd1:

Dear CBS,
Please give Capt. Sonya Alexander a series.
Thanks,
Dan

weerd1:

Dear CBS,

Please give Capt. Sonya Alexander a series.

Thanks,

Dan

dammit-jim-im-a-blog:

if u need any motivation to watch star trek then here it is

in tos they had these exotic space creatures

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just magnificent