#everyone is so dramatic

[positronic-crisis]

at least we are acquainted with the judge.

- data in s01e01 when q comes into the courtroom

the android that doesn‘t get humor making a joke in his third scene

baby‘s first joke

and no, he doesn‘t say it like he means it

(just started rewatching tng btw)

[doomstarmagician]

“Are any of you ever happy? Every time I peek into the human realm, it’s always so run down with everyone acting like the world is crashing down around them.”

…

“Leaves little room to question why I don’t stick around.”

[hellishunicorn]

[patahoe]

I’m watching Willy Wonka and the the chocolate factory and I’m at the sort where people are fighting for the tickets. It is so funny. They literally show a woman who has to decide between her husband or chocolate and she can’t decide. They show people bidding thousand of pound for a box of chocolate. They are so dramatic about the chocolate

[chajonas]

Just how many slow motion and dramatic entrance does Vincenzo have???

[hitmehardnsweet]

do u ever see a reply or comment to something you reblogged in your notifications and just think “wow chill”

[fosterem]

I hate sitting in the dance studio

It makes me acutely aware of how different I am than other mothers.. and how much I hate other people

[leahlisabeth]

43) "who did it?" - I don't care who you choose or what fandom you choose but someone better be talking to a child (yes, cats count as children).

Yuuri was already licking his lips as he unlocked the door to his and Viktor’s shared apartment.  He had gone grocery shopping yesterday and done a significant amount of prep work that evening and everything was ready to be turned into delicious pork katsudon almost as good as his mother makes.  He had been looking forward to this homecoming all day.  Viktor would be home in an hour and Yuuri loved to have dinner on the table for him.  Yuri teased him and called him Viktor’s wife but Yuuri kinda liked it.

Yuuri kicked off his shoes at the door and made a beeline for the kitchen.  The sight that met him when he arrived was definitely not as he had pictured.  He had left the kitchen immaculate, save for his empty coffee cup by the sink.  It was now dwarfed by the mound of what looked like every single dish they owned.  There was raw egg splattered on the stove, the counters, the floor, and improbably, the ceiling.  A crust of…something brown looked to be gaining sentience on the refrigerator door and there, frantically trying to do something about the mess with varying degrees of efficacy, were three of the most important people in his life.

A horrible sinking feeling came over Yuuri and he stepped over Makkachin where he was licking up some unidentifiable purple substance from the floor, and opened the refrigerator.  Every single one of the ingredients he had lovingly prepared that morning were gone.

Yuuri turned slowly, anger dark in his eyes.

“Who did this?” he asked, low and menacing.

Makkachin put his head on his paws and whined.  Yurio pulled his hands out of a sinkful of dirty dishwater.  Viktor dropped the spatula he’d been using to scrape up some of the baked in muck on the stovetop  and turned with the smile that usually melted Yuuri’s heart.  “We wanted to surprise you,” Victor shouted, gracefully spinning around and dropping a tender kiss on Yuuri’s furrowed brow.

“We wouldn’t have even bothered if we knew you were going to be a jerk about it,” Yurio growled.

“Surprise me with what? A kitchen to clean? Terrible smells?  A stomach full of shattered dreams?”  This disappointment was too much for Yuuri after such a long and exhausting day and he dropped his head into his hands and started to cry.

The rest of the room’s occupants leapt into a flurry of motion.  Makkachin jumped up to put his paws on Yuuri’s shoulders so he could lick his face.  Viktor came in on the other side, rivalling Makkachin in enthusiasm and slobber.  Yurio flailed his arms in the background, doing his best to scowl reassuringly.

Viktor couldn’t make himself understood so he led Yuuri into the dining room where the table was set with what was supposed to be Pork Katsudon.

“You made me dinner?” Yuuri asked in a small voice.

“It’s your favourite!” Viktor beamed, leading Yuuri to the place of honour.  All three of them watched with bated breath as Yuuri took his first bite.  It was awful.  The egg and pork were tough and leathery, the vegetables were charred to cinders, and the rice was a glob of mush so sticky he couldn’t see the individual grains.  But Yuuri beamed at the people around the table and picked up another bite.  If he concentrated really hard, he could taste the love.