god i fucking love star trek

me:

It took us a couple of days, but we finally found them filming at Marina Green in San Francisco. We spent the day there. It was wonderful!

Two of our friends were caught on film walking towards the bathroom, and production assistants chased them down to have them sign releases, in case they made it into the movie. (They did! We were all in the same theater when the movie came out, and we gave them a hard time.)

The wind was very ... windy. Spock's robe kept getting caught up by the wind, and either blowing up front over this face, or back up over his head. Someone finally went over to the nearby fisherman, and bought some fish sinkers; which were sewn into the hem of his robe, and the problem was fixed.

And he’s so often pulled out of linear time, and burdened with the knowledge and responsibilities of that untimeliness. When he gets trapped in the 21st century, ensuring the entire existence of the Federation - the institution that shaped him and gave him the values he holds dear - rests on his shoulders. In his vision in Far Beyond the Stars, he’s yanked through the fourth wall itself and learns firsthand the symbolic heft that his position as a Black captain on a space station holds, and resolves to continue fighting for the future to fulfill the dreams of Earth’s past. A past that is still, somehow, concurrent or parallel to his own. He gets taken out of sync with linear time and watches his son grow up without him and never be able to move on, and ultimately sacrifice himself to bring him back, and he can never tell Jake about it. Even the depth of his son’s love becomes yet another burden of knowledge for him to carry.

i’m So sorry Chappell Roan