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wildandwild:

“I happen to be old enough to be Chris’s dad, that’s the sad truth, and I like Chris a great deal,” Greenwood said.

“We have a lot in common, we spent a bit of time together. I think we naturally fell into that space where we felt as though we had a real sense of one another, so in terms of investing in that father-son, mentor-student relationship, it was a pretty natural thing.

“I think we just like listening to one another, and that makes it easier to act. He’s hysterically funny, Chris is, so he’s really easy to be around.”

Greenwood and Pine bonded off screen over their mutual love of music. Greenwood is an accomplished blues guitarist and songwriter, and Pine brought a six-string to set as well.

“You’re sitting around in your dressing rooms, playing guitar, talking,” Greenwood said. 

→ Vancouver-raised Greenwood bonded with co-star Pine over mutual love of music

starfleetgrad:

powderdemon:

but seriously tho lets just imagine the noises chris pine would make during sex

the desperate little moans and loud groans and whimpers

i bet he makes the same face during orgasm that kirk makes when he gets punched in the face

(via sciencebluetrenchcoat)

excerptsfromchrispinesmoleskine:

Went to Build-A-Bear Workshop today. My therapist said it’d be good for me, to get me out of the rut I’m in, called it an “exercise in creation.” I held the limp carcass of the bear in my hands for what felt like hours. What was I doing? Who was this bear? Why was it here? Not here, not yet, not quite. Did it want to be? What right did I have to thrust this bear into the cacophony of being without first giving it a purpose? I couldn’t move. Then this kid asked what I was talking about, and I realized I’d been soliloquizing in a sea of children.

“I can’t even think of a name,” I said, staring down at the bear I couldn’t bring myself to make, its black, plastic eyes like currants in a semolina loaf that no one ordered but had shown up anyway.

“How old are you?” the kid asked. I looked at his bear. It was bursting at the seams.

“I think I’m having an existential crisis.”

“I’m ten.”

“Okay.”

“You should name it Trojan.” I was stunned. This kid knew Homer? Then he said, “After the condom your dad should have worn.” He took the bear out of my hands and threw it at me, like that had been its purpose all along.

Whoever said kids are wise is a liar. Kids are dumb as shit.