SnowHammer

pocketballers:

The White Mamba - Brian Scalabrine

(Source: mundobrazil)

(Source: lucillewallace)

mirarobert:

Black and white

dunny0:

*chortle*

(Source: addelburgh)

COMPUTER: Warning. Oxygen level at one hundred four millibars. 
TORRES: Tom, come on, open your eyes. 
COMPUTER: Warning. Oxygen level at eighty seven millibars. 
PARIS: I was having a dream. 
TORRES: There’s something I have to say. 
PARIS: Me too. I’m glad the last thing I’ll see is you. 
TORRES: I’ve been a coward about everything. Everything that really matters. 
PARIS: Now you’re being a little hard on yourself. 
TORRES: No, I’m gonna die without a shred of honour, and for the first time in my life that really bothers me. So I have to tell you something. I 
COMPUTER: Warning. Oxygen level at seventy one millibars. 
TORRES: I have to tell you the truth. 
PARIS: The truth about what? 
TORRES: I love you. Say something. 
PARIS: You picked a great time to tell me.
JANEWAY [OC]: Voyager to Tom Paris. Tom, do you read me? Respond. 
PARIS: We’re here. 
JANEWAY [OC]: Prepare to beam aboard.

(Source: nurfherder)

agoodhumanist:

That awkward moment when Tom Paris isn’t Tom Paris…

… but still a pilot and an occasional compulsive liar.

miraradak:

I love that cap. She is perfection. Those lines. How is she even real?

(Source: tribble1)