watching the one with the whales again and kirk’s call to starfleet never fails to get me.

like, imagine you’re some random comms officer. there’s a weird object heading for earth and no one knows what it is but it’s boiling the seas like it’s the fucking end of days. the winds are blowing and someone’s trying to hold the windows closed with like. a mop.

all of a sudden, you get it: a video call from admiral james t. kirk, who blew up a planet and his ship and resurrected a dude and really pissed off the klingons and is supposed to be coming back for a hearing abt the one hundred million rules he broke along the way.

then this man opens his mouth and says, hey so the probe’s looking for whales so we’re gonna travel back in time and grab some. peace out.

like, what would you even do with that?

In that specific case you wouldn’t have too much time to think because all of sudden that criminal is here and his unpowered bird of prey is making a bee-line for the golden gate bridge.

If any planetary sensors are still working it, the person must be blinking because that first bird of prey is still on course for the sun and the second one just screamed by your window.