#<- gonna include that because of the tags. and the post

[jiraiiboy]

jiraiblr try not to post the shittiest fucking takes pretending they're fact. y'all make me fucking sick.

any harm done to yourself with the purpose to hurt, psychologically or physically, is self harm.

that includes cutting.

that includes burning yourself.

that includes hitting yourself.

that includes opening cvtblr tags and looking at people's posts where they cut to beans.

any amount of purposeful self harm is valid because guess the fuck what?? that's not fucking normal for a healthy human being to do! no healthy person goes out of their way to say "oh i'm gonna go find a blade now!" because even if they otherwise appear "fine" or do this "for attention" that is an unhealthy need for attention.

"you're not a jirai because this and this and that!" if you explode, guess what. that's right! you are a fucking jirai.

we are landmines. that means we explode. real-life landmines, like the actual bombs, don't care how and when and who's around when they explode or who they harm. you could only explode on yourself when no one's looking and you're a jirai. that is fucking valid.

you don't need an ed. you don't need addictions. you don't need to overromanticize and desire deterioration to be a jirai. you need to be unstable enough to be in some way a danger to yourself and others. that's it.

if you wanna go and prove me wrong based on how the toyoko kids did it, go do it. but i'll tell you something, not only does that make almost all of us "not real jirais" but wanting to be like the toyoko kids? that's fucking weird. those are teenagers doing sex work, addicted to drugs, they're suffering. you wouldn't wanna be a teen prostitute dependent on drugs in the southwest of the us (i'm not shaming anyone. i just wanna make it obvious that that is most definitely not fun), would you?

i'm sick of all this discourse. might as well get off jiraiblr and make this a regular vent account.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

compos mentis 6

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, chronic health issues, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a long court case, your mother stays attached to her lawyer, bringing even more contention into your life.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: hello again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Andy comes up the stairs and you back up. Your adrenaline continues to pound in your skull. You inhale sharply and cough. He slows as he gets to the top. 

“How are you doing?” He asks cautiously. 

You nod and gulp, “fine. I’m... fine.” 

He closes his eyes and nods. When he opens them again, the intensity behind his blue irises makes you wince. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” 

“It’s okay,” you grasp the handle of the oxygen tank with both hands, keeping it in front of you like a shield. 

“It’s not okay. Your mom is wrong, you know that, right?” 

Your eyes dart back and forth, “she’s--” 

“I know she’s your mom and you love her, because you’re a good girl, but I don’t want to hear excuses for her.” 

You frown and flicks away a shell of tears with your lashes. “Sorry, Andy.” 

“Don’t apologise to me, okay?” He sighs and pushes his head back as he grips his hips. “Look,” he looks down the hallway. “We’re gonna figure this out, together. Alright, sweetheart?” 

You lower your gaze. You still can’t accept that your mom is just gone. That you’re here with just Andy. 

“She won’t stay mad--” 

“You can’t be serious? You can’t go back to her. Sweetheart, you’re sick and she’s not making it any better.” 

“It wasn’t that hard,” you murmur. 

His face flashes with concern and hurt, “that doesn’t matter.” His jaw ticks, “let me see your arm.” 

“What?” 

“Where she hit you, let me see it.” 

You pull your arm back and put it behind you, “it’s not--” 

He shakes his head, “I know it hurts. Even if you don’t show me, it doesn’t undo what she did or what I saw.” He sniffs and rubs his nose, “besides, I’m a lawyer, I kind of have to report that sort of thing.” 

“Report? Oh,” you whimper. “Please, don’t.” 

“Sweetheart,” he exhales. 

“Please, Andy. I won’t go back but I don’t her to be in trouble.” 

You look at him, the irritation stitched into his forehead. He purses his lips and drops his hand form his hip. He lets out a resigned breath. 

“Alright, for now. We’ll just do one thing at a time,” he girds. “Let’s go pick up that mess.” 

He steps past you and heads down the hall. You follow him, the wheels on the tank squeaking. He enters the guest room and kneels to gather the mess spilled from the belt bag. You near and bend to help. He glances up. 

“Sweetie, please, you should sit down,” he says. 

“I can help,” you insist as you grab your lip balm. At the same time, he reaches for it and clutches your hand by accident. You flinch away and recoil.  

He doesn’t say a word as he continues to gather everything. He checks a pill bottle before he tucks it away. You peek at his face and notice the red blemish deepening on his cheekbone. The slap was loud, it sounded painful. 

“Are you okay?” You ask. 

“I’m not mad at you,” he assures as he keeps his head down. 

“No, uh, that,” you point at his cheek. "Does it hurt?"

He stops, cradling the belt bag in one hand as he touches his cheek with the other. “Not really,” he says. 

You reach out, “here, I’ll take it.” 

He hands over the bag and you snap it around your waist, careful to keep it from tangling with your oxygen tube. He stands and clears his throat. 

“This room works for you?” He asks. 

You peer around then back at him. 

“You’ll be here for a while so... I could grab you more blankets. A fan?” 

You shake your head, “this is fine.” 

He clicks his tongue and looks past you to the window, “I’m going to make some calls.” 

“To the police? You said--” 

“Not right now,” he shows his palms. “I’m just... I got work, still, and a few other things. Sweetheart,” he steps closer, “you just relax, okay? It’s been a long morning. And if you need anything, my office door will be open, alright?” 

You scrunch up your lips and nod. It’s all you can do. You teeter around and sit on the side of the bed. You brace the oxygen tank to keep yourself upright. 

“You sure you’re okay?” 

“This is... normal for me,” you croak. “My mom’s right. I’m a burden. I’m too sick...” 

“She’s not right,” he insists. “Lay down, sweetheart. Take it easy. I’ll be about an hour and then we can chat a bit more. There’s a lot to go through.” 

You stay as you are. You wait. He lingers before he finally strides out of the room. He leaves the door open as you sniffle at your lap. What does he mean? A lot to go through? 

Oh, this is bad. You’re so lost. What do you do? You’re not Andy’s responsibility. If you do go back to your mom, she’s going to be so mad. Oh no, oh no, oh no. You wipe your nose and gulp. Why do you have to be so worthless? 

🩶

You can’t remember when you slumped onto your side. It doesn’t really matter. Most days you spend like that; dizzy, tired, and sick to your stomach. That day is worse.  

You want to be home. Not with your mother, just in your room, with your figurines and your books. With the familiar. You stare at the wall as you listen to the airiness of the strange house. Cars pass with soft swishing noises and a few voices come from the suburban scene outside. 

Andy’s footsteps precede him up the stairs. You see his shadow as he approaches the guest room and you make yourself sit up. What you don’t expect, is the other set of steps or another figure. You bounce slightly, expecting your mother, but finding only a stranger. A man. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Andy asks. 

You stare at the man then grimace at Andy. He stands just inside the door as the other man lingers at his shoulder. 

“You said you wouldn’t call the cops,” you squeak. 

“Oh,” Andy looks at the other man who gives a grin. “He’s not--” 

“Hi,” the man says your name. “I’m Dr. Kemp. A friend of Andy’s.” 

Your eyes flick between them. “It’s just a bruise.” You cover your forearm where the tenderness thrums. 

“A bruise?” He repeats. “I can look at that too, but I’m just here for a check-up.” 

“A check-up? I have a doctor. I have doctors,” you argue. 

“He’s just making sure everything is normal, sweetheart,” Andy says. 

“I could’ve called Dr. Hawes.” 

“You could but I don’t think he’d be able to see you at short notice, this is just a precaution.” Andy explains. 

“I’ll be quick, okay?” Dr. Kemp says as he nears and puts his leather bag next to you. “We’ll do the standard run through, alright?” 

You pout and shrug, “okay. I’m sorry, sir.” 

“It’s okay.” He assures you, “now, I don’t have your records so just a few questions.” 

You nod and your eyes drift to the wall. Questions. There's always questions. You answer the same ones over and over. It’s just like when you had to sit in court. 

“So, I see you’re on oxygen,” he begins, “is that something you need all the time or is it just now and then?” 

“Always,” you answer. 

“Alright, and have you been diagnosed with a specific condition that requires it?” 

“Several. Cystic fibrosis, asthma, other things...” 

“Hm, okay, you’re doing good. I know the questions can get annoying,” he says. “Do you have dizziness?” You nod. “Nausea?” Another nod. “Muscle spasms? Chest pains?” Yes and yes. 

“Even with the tank?” He prompts. 

“Yes, sir,” you reply bluntly. 

“Right, let’s listen to your heart.” 

He unzips the bag and takes out a stethoscope. You stand up stiffly as he comes closer. He points to the bottom of your shirt. “You mind?” You shake your head and he tugs it up, slipping his arm beneath. You blanch as your eyes meet Andy. You almost forgot about him. 

Kemp puts the cold stethoscope on your chest. He moves it around. Across the top, then beneath, closer to your lungs. He listens intently. He hums and removes it, fixing your shirt for you. 

He then starts with the other tests; temperature, blood pressure, eye response. He gives a thoughtful look then crosses his arms. He considers you for a moment. 

“I want you to try something for me, okay?” 

You nod once more. 

“I need you to take off your oxygen.” 

“What?” You yelp. 

“Just for a few minutes, alright? I’m a doctor, right? You’ll be okay.” 

You bat your lashes and glance at Andy again. He dips his chin. He watches intently. You look at the floor and unhook the tub from around your ears. You drag it off your nose and let it hang. 

“Alright, how are you feeling?” Kemp asks. 

You shrug. He just stands there. You do too. You sway slightly, confused. 

“You having any issues?” He intones. 

You shake your head. 

“Alright, just a small test. Hold your breath for me,” he bends his arm and looks at his wrist watch, “we’re going to see how long you can do it. Tell me when you stop.” He pinches the small golden face, “three, two, one.” 

You hold your breath as your eyes widen. Your lungs are full but not horribly so. You search the room in a panic. What if you pass out? Your panic rises and makes you itch but you keep your breath in. He waits and waits and waits. 

You let it out suddenly, “I can’t--” you gasp. “See, I can’t.” 

“A minute forty-seven,” he taps his watch, “pretty standard. Definitely pretty good for someone with bad lungs.” 

“A minute... no, it wasn’t that long. Was it?” 

Andy shifts as his jaw squares. His brows furrow. He looks angry. Kemp peeks back at him and turns back to you. 

“I’m going to review your records. I’ll put a call in to Hawes.” 

“Why?” You ask. 

“Just to make sure I’m getting a full picture. Right now, you’re doing just fine. I’d say you’re doing rather well,” he squeezes your shoulder. “What I want you to do is to take it easy on this.” He touches the oxygen tube. “If you feel out of breath, by all means, put it on, five to ten minutes, but not 24/7.” 

“But I need it,” you whimper. 

“I know you feel like you do, but I’m the doctor, right? I understand you have a lot going on but your lungs aren’t bad enough to warrant constant oxygen. I’ll be back tomorrow once I get the chart,” he says. “Andy has my number.” 

Your lip quivers. You don’t understand. You need the air. That’s what mom says. And when you forget to put it back on, she gets so mad. 

“You having trouble right now?” He asks. 

You stare at him and take a breath, and another, and another. “No,” you answer. 

“There ya go. You got Andy. He'll keep an eye on you,” he packs away his bag. 

“Thanks, Steve,” Andy says as he holds out his hand. 

“We’re even,” Kemp shakes his hand then looks back at you, “see ya tomorrow.” 

“Oh, okay, sir,” you eke out. 

He leaves and Andy gives you a nod before he follows. You listen as they go downstairs. You sit on the bed and clasp your oxygen tube in your hands. You look at the tank and frown. 

It doesn’t make sense. You don’t feel like you’re struggling. You feel like you’re breathing better, actually. It’s strange. Maybe it’s the adrenaline. 

Andy returns and you push your shoulders back. He enters tentatively, “well?” 

“I won’t...” you reach over and turn the dial to cut the supply. “It’s off.” 

“Maybe he can help. More than the other doctors,” Andy says. “Er, you know, you don’t have to hide up here. I’m done for the day so I’m free and uh, if you’re hungry, we can order?” 

“Not right now,” you say and hang your head. 

“Yeah, I know. It’s a lot,” he says. “You got time, sweetheart. Whenever you need me, I’ll be here, okay?” 

[unaarista]

Wips meme

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag other people. People can ask about the title(s) that most intrigues them !

Tagged by @portfolio-tea-and-magic, thank you for the tag!

i don't have a doodle/wip folder, my art folder is a complete mess that includes everything, from several versions of finished artworks to references and inspo boards. I'm gonna list recent unfinished ones that are not random keysmash or numbers

thermalcube

cpAUsketch1

blurgzlindick (geee, i wonder what it implies lmao)

bathtime

vossinflowers

genshin phileon

i don't have many WIPs, because most often i either finish them right away, or i never do XD

Tagging: @deadhornedgod @1hoblet @sumi-sprite @baldursghaik @haind @chmonsterpuree

[anaphoraholic]

was gonna add this in the tags but i think it deserves its own post; antis perpetuate a narrative through real-life statements and actions that, if someone is found "morally objectionable" enough, that person or group no longer deserves basic human rights.

some examples of this are wider social media posts encouraging the harassment of proshippers (ex 'reminder: its always ok to harass proshippers 💖'), as well as common remarks made by antis towards proshippers (especially those who are survivors of sex crimes). these usually including graphic threats of rape, torture and/or murder, or claims that the survivor deserved it & that their abuser was justified.

i would give further commentary, but i feel like that speaks for itself; it's common knowledge that saying those kinds of things is harmful – it can even be illegal if specific enough. it's common knowledge that perpetuating this kind of idea – that if someone falls into a certain category or group of people, it's ok, and even encouraged, to take out all of your hatred on them – is harmful. much more harmful, i would say, than posting a dead dove fanfic on ao3, and yet antis continue to ignore rationality because they are either afraid of becoming a target themselves, or seeking a target deemed "deserving" towards which to direct their pent-up anger and hatred.

its never been about preventing harming, protecting children, or even "maintaining purity", although many anti values to come from puritanical right-wing thought systems. these people are not, and never have been, genuinely concerned for others.

at its core, "antishipping" is just a thinly-veiled excuse for hateful people to vent that hatred onto others without immediately appearing like the "bad guy".

"fiction affects reality" yes it can do that but did you know that. reality also affects reality 🤯

[toothpastewolf]

How long have you been riding horses?

a little longer than a year now !! i feel like i've made a bit of progress, because i couldn't even post at the beginning and now i can do a posting trot pretty much no problem and a comfortable canter, which was way farther than i thought i would get when i started to be honest lmao

my trainer even wants me to show, i don't know if i'm ready for that or if i ever will be but she seems pretty set on it so i guess i'll see what happens ^^

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[gh0st-4ss]

lover's quarrel

[devout-khajiit]

It always baffles me when people just… share their whole triggers with the world. The only people that know mine are my friends I trust to not use them against me, and even that is for closies or similarly traumatized / mentally ill friends who know how fucked it is to trauma-spiral / otherwise spiral so even if they did hate me they'd probably just leave me alone lol (helps that I don't befriend people who are vindictive)

If you have triggers, block tags that might include them, immediately scroll past posts that happen to have a trigger instead of reading the rest, learn self soothing techniques for when people don't tag their posts properly or you come across it elsewhere, don't make a list of them for the internet and hope the internet abides by them for you. Because most chance is, the rest of the internet won't.

It only takes one time of "Hey I know your trigger is [xyz], so I'm gonna send that to your submission box because I hate you!" to learn your lesson but Nobody should have to go through that to learn that lesson, minor or adult. And remember, the internet is full of people who think that because of the anonymity, they can do whatever the hell they like without consequences, why do you think there is a major problem of suibaiting and other extreme forms of bullying online?

You need to be able to choose wisely WHO gets to know your triggers. Even my family doesn't know them and that's not because they're malicious to me, it's just because they don't need to know and I have enough soothing techniques to protect myself from spiraling too damn hard.

And on the age thing, you can just say minor if you feel so deeply inclined to share your age (but you don't even have to do this! even this has major downsides!). If anybody asks, block 'em or ignore 'em. They don't need to know that info so err on the side of caution, is my advice honestly. And don't interact with blogs that say to not interact if you're a minor, have the courtesy they'd provide you through not interacting by not interacting.

Anyways sorry to hijack your post Jasper I just had a LOT of thoughts on this one in regards to safety for personal reasons I won't be sharing, because y'know, this is the internet and I don't feel comfy doing so so I'm not gonna do it!!! (Learn to tell what you're comfy sharing as well, and don't share anything more than that!)

Good morning Tumblr, guess who woke the fuck up with Internet safety on the brain after seeing so many minors in the witchcraft-adjacent tags putting their wholeass ages and triggers out there in introductory posts.

Edit: Actually, I'm making this rebloggable. YOU! Minor who is involved in witchcraft, paganism, Mahoublr, imagimancy, or whatever else! QUIT SHARING YOUR AGES AND TRIGGERS ONLINE. Look in the "internet safety" tag of this blog if you want to see reasons why that's a bad idea! Please care more about your rights to privacy!!!

[front-facing-pokemon]

[rubberduckyrye]

I just saw some Kokichi hater in the tags bitching about Chapter 4 because of course they are

And they were so mad people ship OuGoku like bro don't come @ me just because you decided to maliciously misinterpret Kokichi and Gonta's plot and relationship

But the funnier part of that post?

They said "At least Byakuya and Nagito never tricked anyone into killing"

First of all: God damn it can you fuckers hate Kokichi without being ableist AF to Gonta I'm so fucking TIRED.

But second of all: NAGITO LITERALLY MANIPULATED TERUTERU INTO KILLING SOMEONE AND ADMITS IT LIKE WTF ARE YOU ON ABOUT??? And Byakuya may have not done that but he sure jerk around everyone in the trial for NO fucking reason in Chapter 2 to try and frame Genocider Syo!!!

Edit: NAGITO ALSO TRICKED CHIAKI INTO KILLING HIM TOO LIKE BRO.

This comparison is just bad!!! And malicious! I'm so tired of this ableist bullshit!!! BEGONE.

[buglaur]

[dykedvonte]

Mini rant below and in the tags, the only time I’ll talk about this and my personal take on it.

The way people talk about hypothetical male Anya on Twitter and the idea of how Mouthwashing would play out if the genders were swapped makes me remember how people still don’t take sexual assault and rape with male victims with the same gravity, especially when the perpetrator is female.

[marlynnofmany]

Me: *squinting at notes* "What was my endgame here? How did I plan to wrap up the plot threads?"

My Notes: "These good guys stop those bad guys, there's peace for everybody, and the dangerous stuff is thrown into the sun. Whee!"

Me: "That is remarkably vague, Past Me."

[backslashdelta]

How To Gif: Glass Shatter Effect

By popular demand (ie, 7 people who voted in this poll), here is a tutorial on how to do the glass shatter effect I used to create the first gif in this set.

I use Photoshop CC 2015 (yes I know it's old) for my gifmaking, but you should be able to apply everything to newer versions of Photoshop. For this tutorial I'll be assuming you know the gifmaking basics, but if not, I would recommend this tutorial, which is the process I use to make gifs. Note that this particular process involves saving all of the frames, importing those frames into Photoshop, and then using an action to convert to a smart object.

Keep reading below the cut to learn how to do this effect!

Before I could start making this gif, I needed three things; the two scenes that I wanted to use, and a video of the glass shattering effect. I already knew the scenes I wanted, so then I took to YouTube to find a video which I can't for the life of me find again (edit: thanks to add1ctedt0you in the replies for linking this video!), but it looked like this:

Something like this is what you want. Ideally the green part would be entirely white, but as long as there are two clearly different colours you can usually work with it.

This looks a lot slower than the gif that I made, but that's not because of the frame rate - which is exactly the same above as in the final gif - it's just because there are extra frames in this slower one that I cut out. In the video I used, the glass shattering happened very slowly. I didn't want that, so I ended up skipping several frames when I loaded the frames into Photoshop before using my gifmaking action. I just did this by manually selecting one frame, skipping the next several before selecting another frame, and repeating this until I had selected 60 frames.

After using my gif action, I had a smart object of the glass shatter effect that looked like this:

That's a much better speed! It still wasn't quite where I needed it to be though. I needed this in black and white, so I slapped a hue/saturation adjustment on the smart object and set the saturation all the way down to -100.

Okay great, I could start putting the gif together now.

First, I made a copy of the glass shatter smart object, because I'll need that later. Then, I pulled in frames from the scene that I wanted to appear in the hole after the glass shatters, and I used those to create a new smart object with my gif action (we'll call it Scene-bg). I pulled Scene-bg into the same window as the glass shatter objects. Then I created a new smart object by combining one of the glass shatter objects with Scene-bg, which I did by selecting both layers right clicking, and selecting "Convert to Smart Object".

I renamed this smart object to Shatter-fg. I opened it by clicking on the little icon next to the layer name in the layers window here:

The most important thing here is that the shatter effect object should be the top layer, and I set the mode to "lighten". This will make sure that the lightest colour of either this layer and the layer behind it is displayed; that means that anywhere that's white in our shatter animation will still show up, but anywhere that's black we'll see what's in the layer(s) behind it.

Then I threw some adjustment layers between them to get the colouring I wanted. I used a curves layer, a hue/saturation layer, and I also added text with an outer glow layer effect. Here's what the layer order looked like and the settings I used for each layer:

After this process, Shatter-fg looked like this:

Okay nice, this is starting to look like something! I saved this and went back to the main file with the other glass shatter object.

I needed to invert that other glass shatter object. There's a weird quirk with the version of Photoshop that I use where it doesn't like it when I apply specifically an invert adjustment to a smart object (it appears correctly when editing, but not on export) so I did this by creating a new smart object which included a separate invert layer, but if you have a newer version of Photoshop you can probably just apply the invert adjustment directly. Just note that you'll need to do one of these options; it won't work if you add a separate adjustment layer in the main file, it needs to be applied specifically to the smart object (which we'll now be calling Shatter-bg). It looked like this after I inverted it:

Once that's done, I made sure Shatter-fg was the layer directly above Shatter-bg, and set the mode of Shatter-fg to "darken" and Shatter-bg to "lighten". Since Shatter-fg is set to darken, it will be visible only when it is darker than the layer behind it. By setting Shatter-bg to lighten, I've guaranteed that the layer behind it will always be lighter (ie, white) in the places we want Shatter-fg to be visible, and will be black otherwise. Once I update those settings, this is what the gif looked like:

This is all there is to the glass shatter effect itself. Next I pulled in frames from the second scene to fill in the black areas. This layer needed to go below both glass shatter layers, so that it only shows through where the black. Then I added adjustment layers and some text. I used curves, hue/saturation, and vibrance adjustment layers, and I also added the "archer" text below the glass shatter layers so that it would be hidden to reveal the "prey" text. The other text I added above all of the layers, since I wanted this to be visible all the time. Here is the layer order and all of the settings I used for each of the layers:

I also grouped Shatter-bg and Shatter-fg and shifted them on the timeline so there would be some time to see the background gif before the shatter effect starts.

And that's all! Then it''s just a matter of exporting the finished product:

This is the first gifmaking tutorial I've ever made, so I hope I was able to be reasonably coherent and helpful! I'd love to hear if you make anything by following these steps, or even if you just feel like you've learned something reading through this. And if you have any outstanding questions, feel free to reply or send me an ask and I'd be happy to answer!

[she-noel-on-my-s-til-i-lament]

Whenever I watch RTC with my one friend (you know the one (maybe)) in her dorm her roommate always says during some songs (fall fair, what the world needs, Noel's Lament) 'Omg, it's that tiktok musical!!!', and every time a little piece of me dies 😔

[quarks-pussy]

[Images description: Twelve pictures of Star Trek actors. The phrase "thank you for being both amazing actors and amazing people" is written across most of the images one word at a time, except for the two images in the middle. The middle images are of William Shatner, reading "not you!" and Robert Beltran, reading "or you for that matter". The actors in the other images are George Takei, René Auberjonois, DeForest Kelley, Gates McFadden, Wil Wheaton, Kate Mulgrew, Patrick Stewart, Siddig El Fadil (aka Alexander Siddig), Nichelle Nichols and Leonard Nimoy. End image description.]

Non exhaustive list of course. Many more such cases, in fact feel free to add

(insp)