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Can I be honest I'm kind of a she/her Garak truther but nobody necessarily knows what's going on with her gender situation including herself. I just know an old queen when I see one. Would estrogen save her? Who's to say. Like I don't know if she even has a sense of identity like that

tlirsgender

[ID: a reply from @hernymills that reads, "she could be 5 yrs on estrogen, gandalf-level naturals, and still evade giving an actual answer to "what are your pronouns"" /end ID]

Exactly

lostyesterday

I’m done shipping Star Trek characters from different shows who never met, now it’s time to talk about Star Trek characters I think would absolutely hate each other. For example: I don’t think Tuvok and Jadzia would get along at all.

thethirdromana

Garak would murder Neelix.

Picard would have no time at all for Mariner.

Phlox would like Worf but the feeling would not be mutual.

tposhi

This has progressed to me and a friend playing “besties or worsties?” in which we spin a random character generator twice and decide if they’d get along.

So far, Tasha Yar is telling Leeta that she’s being exploited as a dabo girl, and Julian Bashir is enjoying Spock’s cattiness while Spock is mildly irritated and pretending not to get his jokes.

sebilini

another idea from @ggarashirr

cursedtrekedits

Hello this is inspired by me misreading a Tumblr post could you make an edit where nurse chapel is replaced with chappell roan

or alternatively just

sherdnerd

classicalangelzz

tng plots are like oh an alien tickled my ear but i’m too nervous to tell my coworkers or like we have to sneak into romulan space and make friends with them. ds9 plots are TODAY WE’RE USING A STOLEN RUNABOUT TO SMUGGLE TWELVE BAJORAN PRISONERS OF WAR OUT OF A CONCENTRATION CAMP AND MY COMMANDING OFFICER LETS ME BECAUSE I’M A BUDDHIST LESBIAN

43-moonshadow

Spock is relatable because he'll tell you something he does is odd or unfamiliar because it's vulcan but then you meet other vulcans and realize that he's actually a little freak

postmodern-blues

the very idea of straight spock fills me with so much irrepressible rage I genuinely can’t stand it. you only arrive at straight spock by ignoring everything about spock. slash notwithstanding i genuinely think if you watch tos and come away thinking spock is straight you have missed the entire point by a mile.

knivesandteeth

This may be overly generous of me, but Julian Bashir avoiding treatment for mental illness like the plague makes perfect sense when you consider the incredible degree of pathologisation we see leveled at the only other augments we see in ds9 and how that is used to limit their freedom. Like the one to one connection and looming threat is right there but, because no one comes out and says it, it goes over everyone's head (probably because they've never had to face that kind of pathologisation before). Like of course he's keeping that shit locked down, anti-augment bias is explicitly written into law, god forbid what isnt written down. All it takes is one or two psychs with a little bit of bias and he could be institutionalised, maybe for life, just for being a little traumatised.

Like this isnt your straight bf avoiding therapy because of toxic masculinity, this is a marginalised man in an extremely tenuous position surrounded by people who are constantly looking for An Excuse.

autistic-bashir

robert hewitt wolfe being on tumblr is like having a direct line to the prophets in their celestial temple to ask them niche shit only the lgbt community cares about

glitchdisorder

set phasers to fuck

thesushibaronstarbase47

#Youtube

livelaughlothcat

Wesley Crusher as a character is just so fascinating to me. He’s a child prodigy genius with no friends. A weird god-like time travelling alien starts stalking him when he’s fifteen. Because of this alien he ends up with a job on the federation’s flagship as a teenager. Over the next four seasons everyone proceeds to act like it’s completely normal that he works there now and no one ever questions the child labour of it all. The only people he’s close to are at minimum twice his age. He got the death penalty for stepping on a flower bed. He got stabbed through the chest and fully died once. His mother leaves him to be raised by their coworkers for a year when he’s just sixteen. He accidentally created new life while doing a science project one time. He technically failed his academy entrance exams twice but Picard still made him a full ensign anyway just because he felt like it. He was at the helm during the Borg attack and has to live with the fact that if they hadn’t found a last minute way out of that shit he would’ve crashed the Enterprise into the Borg ship and killed everyone on board. His last episode as a main before he goes off to the academy is about him nearly dying of dehydration in a cave and the whole time he’s just going “actually, I think I’m the luckiest boy in the whole wide world”. He finally makes some friends his own age and then he accidentally but recklessly helps cause the death of one of them. He participates in a cover-up to try and hide this but then he’s found out, gets held back a year at school and looses pretty much everything he’d been working for since he was fifteen. He burns out, becomes severely depressed and isolates himself from everything. He goes on a stereotype of a Native American Vision Quest, decides to drop out of uni and helps incite an uprising against the federation. It’s at this moment when he’s at his absolute lowest that the aforementioned weird god-like time travelling alien turns up and convinced him to leave behind everything he’s ever known to also become a weird god-like time traveller. This is framed as the correct choice for him to make. I didn’t even list half of the crazy traumatising shit that happened to that boy. About 95% of the stuff that happened to him is never addressed and the other 5% is only ever addressed briefly as they try to convince us that Wesley is fine, actually

quasimaddi

shes soooooo cute

businessboybrick

A Star Trek idea: A comedy sitcom where instead of a Vulcan on a mostly human ship it is a human on a mostly Vulcan ship

hanasheralhaminail

All the Vulcans are fiercely protective of the ‘fragile, illogical, prone-to-danger, smart, reckless little human’.

To make the human feel more accepted (as it is only logical) the Vulcans try to include aspects of terran culture in the ship’s day-to-day life, failing spectacularly at it.

The human loves them even more for it.

southerndrawlinmypants

They’ll get better at celebrating the human’s birthday next year. It’s the thought that counts.

sergle

@jvlianbashir THAT’S A GOOD END TO THAT EPISODE THOUGH… the vulcans put together awful, bland decorations. they make a cake because it’s of “significant importance”. they go through the process of putting together this party and Studying this Human Ritual and the entire episode is setting up to what you KNOW will be a horrible result. they do a bad job!! then when the human’s birthday comes, and they reveal the off-the-mark, underwhelming looking birthday bash, the human just. starts crying. because they had no idea their crew would go through all this trouble to celebrate their birthday, and even put up DECORATIONS, or make a CAKE, and there’s a birthday card with extremely polite impersonal messages written and a hundred perfectly tidy signatures. and the vulcans are just standing around like “you appear upset. the Birthday Party was unsatisfactory”.

rumshop

I would watch the fuck out of that

“Humans require regular physical contact to remain healthy. We have a weekly rotation for The Daily Shoulder Pat. Please inform us if this is insufficient contact, either in frequency, magnitude, or duration.”

carmineeyes

Okay, I reblogged this because of how adorable it is, but then I started picturing McCoy as the sole human.

teawitch

I would like to offer a counter argument.

Bones grumbled as he fumbled for the manual override for the cargo bay lights.

“Surprise!”

The word was not yelled so much as chanted as soon as the lights flickered on. Only Vulcans could breath so quietly that he wouldn’t hear three dozen of them laying in wait.

This had to be Jim’s fault. The cargo bay had been draped in black bunting and hung with “Happy 50th Birthday” and “Over the Hill” signs. Someone had replicated black balloons. Someone had sent pictures to the Vulcans. Jim.

Bones stood in amazement as the ship’s choral group sang an old 20th earth Happy Birthday song followed by a Vulcan chant of blessings as 50 ritual flames were kindled in his honor. They’d baked a cake. Baked, not replicated. Trimmed it in black icing with “Happy Birthday Bones” written on it and a couple of icing bones underneath.

A ritual dagger was pressed into his hands “you must cut the first piece.”

They were watching with that quiet tension that he’d learned to recognize as Vulcan anticipation. A handful of the younger crew members had managed to find spots at the front of the group and looked almost eager. It couldn’t be for the cake. Vulcans weren’t overly fond of sugary desserts.

Then he realized. Vulcans struggled to understand human frivolity but no one had a more highly tuned sense of ritual. Most of the crew had little experience with humans and were thrilled, in a quiet Vulcan way, the be able to participate in a human birthday ritual.

He cut the cake. No one turned down a slice. He watched as they took careful bites using their forks and contemplated the sugary sweetness. Then catching the eyes of one of the younger crew members, he picked up his slice with his fingers and bit into. The young Vulcan barely hesitated. He picked up his cake and bit it. Others saw and did the same. A group of young faces, smeared with black icing waited to see what he’d do next and he let out the first real laugh he’d managed since boarding the ship. A sigh of satisfaction ran through the crowd.

He was presented with a bottle of very excellent bourbon as a gift. Then instead of a birthday card, the ship’s captain unrolled a ceremonial scroll. Precise Vulcan calligraphy wished him a Happy 50th Birthday and the formal house stamps and signatures of the crew attested to their agreement to the statement. “Damn thing belongs in a museum” he muttered.

…In the fullness of time, the scroll found its way to the Space Museum on Earth as one of the few example of Vulcan ritual scrolls outside of Vulcan itself. The museum director on hearing a senior Vulcan ambassador describe his experience in the birthday ritual as a young crew member once asked why McCoy had been honored in this fashion. The ambassador had explained that only Kirk, one of the few humans to have heard about the Pon Farr ceremony (much less having participated in it) could have understood the importance of ritual to Vulcans how honored the Vulcans were to be asked to host such an important ritual for his friend McCoy as the “Over the Hill” Birthday celebration.*

*Scholars of the era debate whether James Kirk arranged the ceremony with this understanding of Vulcan ritual or whether he thought he was playing an enormous joke on his friend McCoy. Kirk never answered the question with anything more than a smile and a twinkle of his eye. Even after Kirk’s death, his husband Spock refused to bring any clarity to the matter.