wilwheaton:

Someone … someone made this. I don’t even

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Unaxiomatically: #thingsihaveincommonwithwesleycrusher tweeted or retweeted by wil wheaton ~THE COLLECTION~

I always liked being on the bridge, but looking at the stars in Ten Forward was my favorite

I once went skiing in an EXCEPTIONALLY silly outfit that looks horribly dated today

Adults rarely listened to me, and often called me “the boy” while talking about me like I wasn’t there

Where women are concerned, I am in complete control!

Hardly any of my science projects worked out the way I expected they would.

On at least one occasion, I have felt strange, but also good.

Much of my awkward teenage years is still recorded on video, for all to see.

I returned from an unbelievable distance to attend a friend’s wedding.

Love me or hate me, I’m still fixing your problems at the end of the day.

I wore shoulder pads in the 80’s.

My best friends are either engineers or robots

I work in a lab with people much older than me, and I make huge mistakes on a regular basis

Once, I *really* embarrassed myself in front of the captain of the ship

My hair is just… well… it’s just a damn shame.

My turtleneck collection inspires wonder and awe in sentient creatures across the galaxy.

I know more about warp drives than the opposite sex

When I was a teenager, a kissed a beautiful girl who suddenly and unexpectedly turned into a monster.

I fell on some flowers, once.

I have a sweet mother fucking bouffant.

(Source: rectumofglory)

from urban-spaceman

i am going to lose so many followers for this one

fuckyeahtng:

Back in Wesley’s cabin, the boy was beginning to lather up and wash off the cum. He didn’t hear the cabin door swish open and shut, nor did he see the shadowy figure outside the shower cubicle.

Commander Riker massaged his growing boner through his pants. The young ass was as tender as any he had ever seen, and he had poked his rod up many tight buttholes on females and males. Part of “Academy training and initiation” he would tell them.

He stripped and waited, his cock arching upwards, throbbing in horny
anticipation. Wesley began soaping. He soaped his arms and chest. Then he soaped his cock and reached around to soap his ass. Then he reached down to soap up his legs. That was the moment Will had been waiting for, and he entered the shower.

“Surprise!” Riker said as he boned young Wesley up the ass.

This is a CLASSIC.

from fuckyeahtng

fuckyeahtng:

I WILL ASK YOU ONE MORE TIME: WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

NOTHING

from fuckyeahtng

'Wesley's Rite of Passage' by Robert X Weaver

A satire on TNG’s backing off from including gay characters. (I’m thinking it was written sometime in the ’90s?) also, lolllllll

What bothered [Wesley]? It had taken him nearly a week to put his finger on it. It was Starfleet Regulation 8743.61 that augmented his anxiety: All Federation-enlisted virgins, upon reaching the galactic age of consent applicable to their species (eighteen for Earth males), will be expected to perform sexual intercourse with a member of the opposite sex, preferably, but not necessarily, with a member of one’s own species. Throughout the galaxy, this regulation had become commonly known as the “Kirk Mandate.”

and

“Computer”—a soft beep acknowledged his voice—“please show me my first choice, Wesley Crusher, program eighteen, the Kirk Mandate.”

Almost instantly and quiet as a whisper, the image of a young man stood before them; he was in his late twenties and nearly naked, dressed only in a pair of red spandex briefs. Wesley was speechless, and his handsome face took on the faraway expression customarily reserved for when he worked on abstract mathematical problems.

“This is interesting,” Data said. “This could be a Laguardian female, of course.” They all stood in silence for a moment. Then Data added, almost as if in afterthought: “Lieutenant Commander La Forge has spent a lot of time on Laguardia.”