‘ok, can i tell you the single worst mistake of my life?’
‘no-no-no, you don’t understand. that’s when i knew for sure that i was in love with you. what i didn’t know was how the fuck to deal with it so-so i screwed it all up.’
‘…what did you just say?’
growing up sucks
no why would you do this
Oh my god, you don’t even understand.
This picture calls the ENTIRETY OF THE SERIES into question. All the fantastic elements, the battles, the missions, and the villains. Even the global scale of the entire organization. Was every single fantastic element of the series shown through the filter of childlike wonder in this case? Is decommissioning the point in which every child eventually becomes too jaded to pretend anymore? Was Nigel joining the galactic kids next door just a desperate way for these kids to understand a child going missing but his parents still being around?
Was the entire series, then, just a bunch of kids playing and using their imagination instead of doing what we all remember dreaming of being able to do as kids. Was it instead of living vicariously through their adventures, were they really that much like us all along.
Fuck you for all of this hitting me in the space of a second leaving me face down on my desk wailing in despair. >C
Clearly, the man loves me. Can’t get enough of me. He hugs. He kisses. It’s embarrassing. Through thirty-some-odd years of stealing his bike, and stealing his lunch, and prank phone-calling, and gag gifts, and ear jokes, and “dull” jokes, and “ugly” jokes, and various bodily-function gags far too gruesome to elucidate, Leonard’s still crazy about me. Don’t let the curmudgeonly, vaguely annoyed tone fool you - Leonard’s always like that. It’s nothing personal. It’s really just the tragic aftereffects of prolonged ear-glue sniffing. Scratch through Leonard’s hard, crusty shell, and you’ll find… an even harder, crustier soul. Age can do that to a man… but keep digging, and somewhere amid the Nimoy innards, you’ll find that underneath all the bellyaching, Leonard secretly loves my relentless teasing and practical jokes. He lives for it. He’s never actually told me that; in fact, he often says the exact opposite, but through it all, I know the truth. After three decades of abuse, where lesser men would have by now grown tired of my absolutely brilliant little gags, Leonard hangs in there. Oh sure, he shouts at me, swears, pound his fists into my flesh, fingerpoints, name-calls, threatens to sue, flares his nostrils, and rolls his eyes every time I ambush him with yet another brilliantly hilarious trick, but that’s just his way of signaling me that he’s savoring every minute of it… I think. In fact, whenever he’s really enjoying my comedic gems, there’s a little vein just over his left eyebrow that sort of rises up out of his forehead and starts pulsating. It’s the cutest thing.William Shatner about Leonard Nimoy in Get a Life! (via cobainesque)