Naamloos

[artwheat]

this animal

[catscafecomics]

Out for a Nightcap

[iguanamouth]

Can you draw a tiny lizard dragon that secretly hoards pennies?

[nightkunoichi-deactivated202111]

I will never not reblog this little cutie

[the-affectionate-boy]

This is pretty adorable, I wonder f this little bugger takes my socks too?.

[boo-ni]

He does take your socks. And he loves them. Very warm.

[apitnobaka]

please, this image just wont leave my head

[captainsblogsupplemental]

[rhube]

Data is the supportive friend everyone needs.

[akiragatr]

“I’m gonna text my ex.” Data:

[bixbythemartian]

I wonder how many friends Data has who come to him for this kind of emotional support? Who know that Data won’t judge them, and is always gonna have their back in shit like this?

Like Data views himself as a neutral arbiter and he’s naturally curious, so when he finds someone crying about their significant other he’ll sit with them and ask questions that he probably doesn’t mean to come off as pointed as they are, he’s really just trying to learn (probably) but they are clarifying as shit. Data is canonically pretty good at getting to the heart of things because of his (perceived) emotional distance, I imagine this makes him a real good friend to go to when you need someone to ask you the right questions to help you pull your head out of your ass, especially if it’s someone who you know isn’t going to come into it with perceived cultural notions on how things should go.

Data helpfully offers to assist the shitty ex in transferring to a new department on the ship or move ships, depending on the case and where they are in space/time. (He is probably unaware of how threatening some of these people find it, at first- though he does learn that people find this threatening, he still utilizes this method when he feels it warranted.)

He convinces people to talk to Counsellor Troi when he feels it’s warranted.

IDK I just love the idea that there’s all these grand philosophical conversations on the bridge about Data’s humanity and there’s a lot of jus folks on the ship who think of Data as their good friend who’s a bit odd but who’s always had their back and I kind of love that.

[dragonspiritblog]

Art by  KK Zhang

[purpleweredragon]

[ID: A realistic digital painting of a large wyvern flying amongst an enormous flock of Chilean flamingos above a lake on a bright sunny day. The wyvern has two dark horns, dark spikes on its jaw and down its back and a short squarish snout. It is a similar colour to the birds it flies with, being an orange-pink with a pale underside. There are mountains in the distance.

End ID]

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

She knew she was different from the rest of the flock. Larger, more robust. Featherless. But her parents had doted over her egg when they had found it abandoned near their mud pile, rolling it carefully to nestle between their smaller ones, then brooding it until the first cracks appeared in the shell. They had crooned and preened her horns just as they had done for her fluffier siblings. By her third day she was larger than him, yet her father would fuss if she ventured from under the warm and protective haven of his wings. Her mother had gathered far more food that year, to feed her enormous chick.

When she first took to the air, her parents watched on, billing and cooing in their pride that their chick was so strong.

Now, her parents had each taken new mates, and had new chicks. They were all so small, while she continued to grow. The lake wasn’t enough to feed her anymore, but the hills around it provided ample food. The tiny grey balls of down and clumsy legs would tuck around her, giving all of the parents a chance to feed. They knew that she would protect the chicks, and keep them warm. She radiated a heat from within that feathers could never match. Every chick reached adulthood that year.

No brave male ever approached her in the warm and sparkling days of spring to begin the steps of courtship, but she didn’t grieve. They were all far too small and easily knocked over by a gusting breath of irritation. She didn’t need a mate, she could brood abandoned eggs on her own and bring them up without the help. She had learned her lessons from her parents, fussing if they ventured too far from her warmth, cooing with pride when they took their first clumsy flaps to lift them up.

And when the flock took to the wing, she was there with them as they rose in flight.

[adulthoodisokay]

why am i crying

[andyet-here-we-are]

"Been working hard, figured we deserved a weekend away dancing…xx"

Awww, look at them! 😍

[arwenac]

[izzy-hands]

#toss a coin to your disaster bi bard

[catscafecomics]

Thank you to everyone for the outpouring of compassion and support during this difficult time for myself. It has truly helped so much and am thankful for such a wonderful community. 🧡

[realbigpodcastslut]

Kniting while listening to horror or true crime podcasts is extremely funny.

I'll be doing a basic garter stitch for a nice scarf on a bench and everyone thinks I'm probably some nice grandma-friend. Meanwhile, I'm listening to how someone got dismembered or a statement on being trapped in a coffin.

The duality of humans is something.

[arwenac]

That or paint by numbers. 

[slowlymadeart]

Sincerely, 

Thank you.

[dankmemeuniversity]

[avotuli]

fashionable boys to distract from the emotional turmoil i hurl myself in when listening to this podcast

[nat-20s]

A friendship between Donna and Nine probably would've been markedly less tender but still EXTREMELY goood because it would be a mutual case of "oh shit! Bastard spotted! :D"

[nat-20s]

Like I'm 99% sure they would've become friends because some fuckin fascist or whatever is giving their Evil Speech and Donna and Nine just say "bitch" at the exact same time in the exact same tone and then Look at each other like aaayyyyyyyyyy

[dhawandyke]

Donna, not knowing he's the doctor: well we're not leaving these people to die, you crazy bastard, so you're going to help me-

9, flabbergasted: excuse me, who's in charge here?

Donna: hi my name's donna, and i was TALKING

[labelleizzy]

*bangs on table* GIVE ME MORE PLEASE

[cipheramnesia]

Donna is much closer to classic Doctor Who companions and that's one reason why she's so fucking awesome.

[heir-of-the-chair]

The Vast isn’t my favorite TMA entity, but it’s up there!

[measureyourlifeincake]

i was thinking about s1 gang talking about jon’s sexuality and this snippet of dialogue came into my head fully formed and won’t leave me alone but i don’t feel like writing an actual fic so here y’all go

MARTIN: Hey Tim, you were friends with Jon back in research, right?

TIM: Yeah, why? This doesn’t by any chance have to do with that crush you totally don’t have on him, does it?

MARTIN: Well, I- I mean, I just, I was just wondering if, uh, you had any idea what Jon’s sexuality is?

TIM: No idea. Honestly, I feel like he just… doesn’t have one.

MARTIN: What, like, he’s ace?

TIM: I mean, maybe? I don’t think he’s straight, but the guy’s pretty private about his personal life. Like, you can talk to him for hours and realize he hasn’t said a single word about himself, but I don’t wanna push him, ya know?

MARTIN: Right, right. How can you tell he’s not straight?

TIM: Oh, little things here and there. Like, last year I asked if he wanted to come to Pride with me and he just said it was “too loud for his tastes,” but didn’t give any other reason why he wouldn’t want to be there, or trip over himself trying to explain that he “still supported me” or whatever, which is-

MARTIN: -what a straight person would do, yeah.

SASHA: Hey, are we talking about Jon’s sexuality? Because I’ve been trying to figure that out for AGES! The man has nothing on his Facebook! I mean, not like anyone really uses Facebook anymore, but usually there’s at least like some old photos or something that someone else tagged you in or something, but the best I found was some old uni photo with his arm around some girl, but they could’ve been good friends or something.

MARTIN, taking all this in: Wait, do you have a crush on Jon?

SASHA: God, no! I don’t really do crushes, and if I did, I’d probably go for Tim.

TIM: As any reasonable person would.

MARTIN: Then why…?

SASHA: I just like to know things.

[measureyourlifeincake]

after this tim decides “fuck it” and just goes into jon’s office and is like “hey boss, you interested in men?” and jon, without looking up from his laptop or whatever is just like “and women, yes” before really realizing what he’s talking about

[measureyourlifeincake]

TIM: So you’re… bi? Pan?  JON: I’ve never really cared for labels, but either one works, I suppose.  TIM: Cool. Thanks.  JON: …Is there any reason you are interrupting my workday to ask me personal questions?  TIM: Oh uh, Martin and I were gonna hit up a gay bar after work on Friday and we wanted to know if you wanna come with  JON: ….Get out of my office.  TIM: Gotcha.  JON: …  JON: …Have fun, though. 

[measureyourlifeincake]