Nerdywitchgeek - Why Ask?

Being an absolute cutie when cold weather hits is only logical. 

This is soo adorable!

Same here☺️

I am weak for fanfics when Spock is sick/injured or in some kind of emotional distress and he’s just like “i’m fine” and then Jim or Leonard (or ✨both✨) come and they’re just like “are you though?” And if you have any fics like that, I am begging you, support your local addict and send them. Please. I have no life.

Do you trust me?( A Star Trek fanfic)Pt.1

Walking up to the house, I stop and look at the work we have to do. We bought this place for cheep, it was a rundown farmhouse, the windows needed to be replaced and the paint was peeling. When I'm done here this place will be gorgeous, everything is going to be restored to it's original glory. Annie, Sara, Joy, Natalie, and myself got this place so we could help each other out. Natalie is my daughter, by tomorrow she'll be five. Her father left me when she was born, not wanting a kid. "Hey, help us out, would ya!" Joy yells. She's a short, slightly heavy, brunette girl with chocolate brown eyes. She has skin much more tan than mine. Her messy hair was up in a bun and she was holding the box with our kitchen supplies. " If you wouldn't carry the heaviest box you wouldn't need help you Dolt!"Annie yells back at her. It seems a majority of my friends are brunettes, that and they have hazel, brown, or green eyes. Never blue. Anyways, Annie has green eyes and is almost as pale as me but not quite, she has moles on her face and always has nude makeup one, except for lipstick, she doesn't usually wear lipstick. In her arms is a box of dvds, we don't have that many. One of her dark eyebrows is arched as she looks at Joy. Her pink lips are pursed, she has that 'you are so stupid' look on her face. Sighing I watch as Natalie and Sara help take bags of clothes out of the car. Sara is one of the few blonde friends I have, with her dark eyes and short height she could be mistaken for a child, she's short enough for the look. Her face ruins that though, she looks as mature as she is, with her slim jawline and defined cheekbones. She doesn't wear makeup as much, that doesn't mean she won't just put some on for no reason. "Mama, Mama! Look at the cool bug I found!" Natalie yells at me. She looks almost exactly like me, from her dark, red but brown hair that is unruly curly, to the eyes, the teal eyes. While mine are more on the blue side, her's have a bit more green. She has my freckles and my ungodly pale skin. She's probably going to be taller than me when she gets older, seeing as I've been 5'6 since 6th grade. She was looking at a beetle that was scurrying across the ground. Laughing, I walk over and help to unload the little stuff we have. I look around one last time before heading inside to help unpack.

I saw this store in Los Angeles in the 80’s and went in and asked if DeForest Kelley owned the store. The guy at the counter sighed and said he was asked that all the time and no it was just the owner’s last name. He said “You Star Trek people must love that DeForest guy!” I replied “Well yes, we do!”

I would have loved to have DeForest’s name in two foot letters.