#shipwhisperer

[heartxofxthra]

👨 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their father, what made it that way? (Deet)

Well, I'm not gonna pick one father over the other, but I'm sure the ask was meant for both :D

Lath'n and Mitjan have an overwhelming love for each other, and Deet is very much the product of that love, a wanted and truly treasured child. Deet was doted on ever since she was born, and despite being their first child -- a daughter at that -- they did a surprisingly good job raising her into a well-adjusted person.

During her upbringing, Deet was never specifically punished for anything, but instead explained why it was wrong, and how she could do better, so with her loving her fathers as much as she did, she always listened to them. They taught her how to care for the creatures of Grot, and to respect them in their own way. Her genuine curiosity and good nature made that a lot easier.

Neither of her fathers specifically guided her into farming either, but little Deet wanted to help them out and always did so with glee, so eventually they all ended up working together, and it only consolidated their bond more. A particularly difficult time was Deet getting her wings, but Deet learned from her parents not to fault them for anything they did wrong just because they didn't know. Maudra Argot was there to supplement any gaps, and though it was difficult for them to accept the dangers that came with their daughter learning how to fly, they embraced it as part of her identity. They always show her nothing but pride at the fantastic flyer she quickly became.

When Bobb'n was born, though caring for the newborn was exhausting, Lath'n and Mitjan made sure they still made time for Deet as well, and let her know how appreciative they were for her picking up on everything they didn't have time to do for a while. For Deet however, there was no greater pleasure than to help her fathers whom she loved so much, and her new baby brother as well. She was never made feel like she needed to compete for attention or love.

Though her wings growing in meant that she could no longer join the cuddle pile as much as before, there are still nights when she lies down on top of them, using her wings as a blanket and all is good and warm in Dom'rak.

There is nothing more precious to Deet than her family, and she would do anything to protect them.

[strings-have-been-cut]

13. What is the secret that makes their stomach swoop in fear?

“Although it is a secret that Captain Picard is aware of, I sometimes recall the brief period of time during which I considered the Borg Queen’s offer of humanity. The Borg possess extraordinary technology with capabilities to build a mostly organic body for me, and I was tempted by her offer for 0.68 seconds. Had I taken her on her offer...I am reluctant to think what might be of the Enterprise and her crew today.” 

[iteradastra-a]

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜ [For Reno. I HC that they were in the same Academy year together so have known each other since then. Was thinking this could be based after she lost the Hiawatha. If that's not okay, lmk :) ]

Reno’s eyes crinkled. It wasn’t quite a smile, but it was as close as she could get when it came to this topic. “I know. Just don’t get too sentimental on me, all right? Don’t know if I could take it.”

[phenixy-dunnhart]

Here my gift to @shipwhisperer for the Peggster’s 50th gift exchange.

I hope you’ll like it and thank you again @why-am-i-pluto for organizing this event.

Happy birthday to the lovely Mr Simon Pegg ! ♥

[thefifthtm]

“Scotty, no! Get behind me! Quickly!”

@shipwhisperer​ liked this for a one-liner!

[incorrigiblyhuman]

@shipwhisperer​ said:  What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?  /  MUN QUESTIONS !

young leonard mccoy adored old earth westerns, and his grandmother loved them too. some nights on a visit to tennessee, she’d let him stay up late and they’d watch ancient holotapes of the lone ranger and the gunfighter, and leonard would draw picture after picture of himself rounding up bad guys and riding horses into the sunset. he’d play sheriff-and-outlaws with his cousins all the time, spin wild stories about a princess who’d been kidnapped by a stagecoach robber and how they had to go save her, and they’d run themselves ragged until sundown, by which time leonard’s grandma would be waiting on the front stoop to watch those old videos again and again and again.

so naturally, when he was ten, his aunt got him a white cowbot hat and a lone ranger mask. leonard was elated. he never took them off, not at school, not at mealtimes, not at church --- unless threatened with his books being taken away if he didn’t --- and it was only through clever distractions and carefully planned bath times that his parents even managed to get the things into the washing machine. it was a common sight at many family picnics in the years to come for a young leonard mccoy to come barreling through with the hat clutched firmly on top of his head and mask on, hollering about robbing the barbecue.

he gave the hat to joanna when she was young, too, only a few months before jocelyn finally called it quits. he remembers it as fondly as he remembers the toy stethoscope he got the very next year.

[trek-tracks]

It's never easy when someone we love passes away; especially so when they are young. The terrible thing about things like Facebook, it's just that it doesn't factor in when someone's passed away and continues on like nothing's happened. It's a sad truth that it may be all that's left of someone when they pass... so it's totally understandable to be upset when something like that happens. But I wish you all the best in getting your monitor! It will improve your life so much I think!

I know there are ways to change pages to memorials, but I think that’s at the behest of the family, and I definitely don’t want to tell them how to grieve. It’s just one of those things that suddenly hits the mental ball against the grief button, so to speak, when it hadn’t hit there in a while.

This was the friend I was supposed to meet at a social at our favourite theatre festival, but since my own play was being given an award and celebratory reading, I didn’t get there until he had already left...and since so many people wanted to talk to me and I was having one of the best nights of my life, I forgot to respond to his congratulatory text. He died two days later. So the grief carries an edge of guilt, too, though I’m well aware that there were other people at the social, it wasn’t like I abandoned him, and he wouldn’t have been bothered by it - a minor blip. But since grief already feels sort of selfish, it’s compounded by our last interaction feeling selfish on my part (but he was the one who scheduled the social to be during my celebratory reading, which was announced way in advance...lots of conflicting feelings here).

Anyway. I’m going to spend this weekend in a beautiful provincial park with 20-odd friends. It will be lovely, and healing.

And I’m already fascinated by all the CGM data I’m getting. It’s very cool.

Thanks for your message, and for caring <3

[journeyedstars]

❝ i don’t need mind tricks to get you to talk. ❞ [For Spock]

sw: the clone wars prompts !

One eyebrow raises smoothly at Mr. Scott’s suggestion: this is more than mere bravado. There is a confidence in his voice Spock is accustomed to hearing only when Scott speaks of the engine room. The combination of the strange boast and his confidence in it is...intriguing.

“Is that so, Mr. Scott? By all means: please demonstrate your skill.”