dreaming softly

Near the time of this production Nimoy told a newspaper writer, “Although we are essentially a humanistic show, the Enterprise is heavily armed and a lot of guns get shown. My way of avoiding participation in the violence was the Spock Pinch. I decided that Vulcans knew so much about the human anatomy that they could knock out an enemy just by pinching a nerve in the neck and the shoulders.” Nimoy approached Leo Penn with his idea. Shatner had been listening in, so when Penn asked for a demonstration, he quickly volunteered to be the guinea pig. Nimoy recalled, “I applied pressure to the juncture of Bill’s neck and shoulder, and he most convincingly fell into an ‘unconscious’ heap on the floor. Thus the famous neck pinch was born, in part because of Bill Shatner’s talent for fainting on cue.”

—marc cushman, these are the voyages, describing literally the best cast of all time ever (via spicyshimmy)

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thelibrarina:

thelibrarina:

You guys.
Steve Rogers doesn’t know about Luke’s dad.
…What did that Avengers Tower movie night look like?

"Okay, I’ve got historical events and music so far. What movies do I need to see?" Steve asks, breaking out his notebook.
“Some Like It Hot,” Bruce says immediately.
“Robin Hood,” Clint puts in, to no one’s surprise.
Steve smiles. “Errol Flynn?”
“Men in Tights.”
"…Okay."
Natasha looks up from where she’s curled in an armchair. “The Sound of Music?”
Clint snorts. “I think he might object to the singing Nazis, Nat.”
Steve just raises an eyebrow. “Singing Nazis?” That one goes on the list.
"Ooh, in that case, Pearl Harbor,” Tony says.
A chorus of groans and protests meet his statement.
"What? I kind of want to see his head explode."
Steve does not put that one on the list. “Anything else?”
“Star Wars,” Darcy says, without looking up from her phone.
The room goes silent. Everyone stops and stares at her like they’ve forgotten she stuck around after Jane went back to New Mexico. Which they probably have.
"What?"
"Darce, you’re a genius,” Clint breathes.
Bruce actually smiles. “We are in the presence of the last unspoiled adult in the entire country.”
Tony’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, he doesn’t know that Vader is—”
Natasha has him in a choke-hold before anyone realizes she’s moving. “Not another syllable.”
Tony raises his hands in surrender, and Natasha loosens her hold. “What the hell was that about?” he wheezes.
She nods towards Bruce, who is looking somewhat green around the gills.
"Spoilers make him angry."

OMG YOU GUYS.

antheia:

thelibrarina:

thelibrarina:

You guys.

Steve Rogers doesn’t know about Luke’s dad.

…What did that Avengers Tower movie night look like?

"Okay, I’ve got historical events and music so far. What movies do I need to see?" Steve asks, breaking out his notebook.

Some Like It Hot,” Bruce says immediately.

Robin Hood,” Clint puts in, to no one’s surprise.

Steve smiles. “Errol Flynn?”

Men in Tights.”

"…Okay."

Natasha looks up from where she’s curled in an armchair. “The Sound of Music?”

Clint snorts. “I think he might object to the singing Nazis, Nat.”

Steve just raises an eyebrow. “Singing Nazis?” That one goes on the list.

"Ooh, in that case, Pearl Harbor,” Tony says.

A chorus of groans and protests meet his statement.

"What? I kind of want to see his head explode."

Steve does not put that one on the list. “Anything else?”

Star Wars,” Darcy says, without looking up from her phone.

The room goes silent. Everyone stops and stares at her like they’ve forgotten she stuck around after Jane went back to New Mexico. Which they probably have.

"What?"

"Darce, you’re a genius,” Clint breathes.

Bruce actually smiles. “We are in the presence of the last unspoiled adult in the entire country.”

Tony’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, he doesn’t know that Vader is—”

Natasha has him in a choke-hold before anyone realizes she’s moving. “Not another syllable.”

Tony raises his hands in surrender, and Natasha loosens her hold. “What the hell was that about?” he wheezes.

She nods towards Bruce, who is looking somewhat green around the gills.

"Spoilers make him angry."

OMG YOU GUYS.

(via tsukinofaerii)

antheia:

thelibrarina:

thelibrarina:

You guys.
Steve Rogers doesn’t know about Luke’s dad.
…What did that Avengers Tower movie night look like?

"Okay, I’ve got historical events and music so far. What movies do I need to see?" Steve asks, breaking out his notebook.
“Some Like It Hot,” Bruce says immediately.
“Robin Hood,” Clint puts in, to no one’s surprise.
Steve smiles. “Errol Flynn?”
“Men in Tights.”
"…Okay."
Natasha looks up from where she’s curled in an armchair. “The Sound of Music?”
Clint snorts. “I think he might object to the singing Nazis, Nat.”
Steve just raises an eyebrow. “Singing Nazis?” That one goes on the list.
"Ooh, in that case, Pearl Harbor,” Tony says.
A chorus of groans and protests meet his statement.
"What? I kind of want to see his head explode."
Steve does not put that one on the list. “Anything else?”
“Star Wars,” Darcy says, without looking up from her phone.
The room goes silent. Everyone stops and stares at her like they’ve forgotten she stuck around after Jane went back to New Mexico. Which they probably have.
"What?"
"Darce, you’re a genius,” Clint breathes.
Bruce actually smiles. “We are in the presence of the last unspoiled adult in the entire country.”
Tony’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, he doesn’t know that Vader is—”
Natasha has him in a choke-hold before anyone realizes she’s moving. “Not another syllable.”
Tony raises his hands in surrender, and Natasha loosens her hold. “What the hell was that about?” he wheezes.
She nods towards Bruce, who is looking somewhat green around the gills.
"Spoilers make him angry."

OMG YOU GUYS.

antheia:

thelibrarina:

thelibrarina:

You guys.

Steve Rogers doesn’t know about Luke’s dad.

…What did that Avengers Tower movie night look like?

"Okay, I’ve got historical events and music so far. What movies do I need to see?" Steve asks, breaking out his notebook.

Some Like It Hot,” Bruce says immediately.

Robin Hood,” Clint puts in, to no one’s surprise.

Steve smiles. “Errol Flynn?”

Men in Tights.”

"…Okay."

Natasha looks up from where she’s curled in an armchair. “The Sound of Music?”

Clint snorts. “I think he might object to the singing Nazis, Nat.”

Steve just raises an eyebrow. “Singing Nazis?” That one goes on the list.

"Ooh, in that case, Pearl Harbor,” Tony says.

A chorus of groans and protests meet his statement.

"What? I kind of want to see his head explode."

Steve does not put that one on the list. “Anything else?”

Star Wars,” Darcy says, without looking up from her phone.

The room goes silent. Everyone stops and stares at her like they’ve forgotten she stuck around after Jane went back to New Mexico. Which they probably have.

"What?"

"Darce, you’re a genius,” Clint breathes.

Bruce actually smiles. “We are in the presence of the last unspoiled adult in the entire country.”

Tony’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, he doesn’t know that Vader is—”

Natasha has him in a choke-hold before anyone realizes she’s moving. “Not another syllable.”

Tony raises his hands in surrender, and Natasha loosens her hold. “What the hell was that about?” he wheezes.

She nods towards Bruce, who is looking somewhat green around the gills.

"Spoilers make him angry."

OMG YOU GUYS.

(via tsukinofaerii)

mediumaevum:


Martin says one of his main inspirations was not fantasy, but a series of novels set in medieval France, little known or read in the English language. Les Rois Maudits (The Accursed Kings) was written by Maurice Druon between the mid-1950s and the 1970s. It’s a seven-volume saga chronicling the dynastic fight for the French throne in the early part of the 14th Century, culminating in the Hundred Years War.

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mediumaevum:

Martin says one of his main inspirations was not fantasy, but a series of novels set in medieval France, little known or read in the English language. Les Rois Maudits (The Accursed Kings) was written by Maurice Druon between the mid-1950s and the 1970s. It’s a seven-volume saga chronicling the dynastic fight for the French throne in the early part of the 14th Century, culminating in the Hundred Years War.

Read more on BBC.

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Avengers Fic: Phil Coulson Knows Tony Stark’s Super Villain Name, pt. 5

scifigrl47:

((The fifth and final chapter of the paint ball battle. 8) ))

The one occupant of Tony Stark’s Super Secret Speakeasy didn’t even look up as Phil slipped through the door. “Hello, sir,” Harris said from behind the bar. There was a sign around his neck that said, ‘I am a hostage please don’t shoot me.’ “Drink?”

“Are you tending bar? Really?” Phil asked, ambling across the room. “Hello, Tony.”

There was no reply, and Harris’ eyes flicked towards the ceiling, a half-hearted roll of his eyes. “I got bored with standing around and being a hostage, so I figured I could make myself useful,” Harris said. “He knows you’re in here, Tony.”

“You are the worst minion ever,” Tony told Harris, stepping out from behind the kitchen door. His suit jacket was gone, his tie loose, and he had a crystal tumbler of something that looked like scotch in his hand. He appeared to be unarmed, but a paint-ball pistol lay, gleaming and silver, on top of the bar. “I see your suit survived, Agent.”

“This is my backup suit,” Phil said. “Bruce killed me.” He took a seat at the bar with a sigh. “Or re-killed me. That’s two for six, for the team.”

“Really?” Tony leaned back against the bar. One dark eyebrow arched as he took a sip of the liquor. “I have trouble imagining that Clint and Romanov haven’t-”

“Not during this particular exercise,” Phil said. He considered the bar. “Tom Collins?”

“A fine choice,” Harris said, reaching for a bottle of gin.

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