#Klingon hell

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

[senyorspock]

I feel like their sparring outfits would just get sluttier and sluttier.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Stonn x T'Pring and Sybok x Angel are the only SNW ships I like. Honestly, with the way the show is written, I'm rooting more for the Gorn than the Enterprise at this point.

With how that show's writing Vulcans I'm like 70% sure they're gonna make Stonn a bad guy or make T'Pring cheat on Spock so their relationship ends with "They both cheated!" or so that Christine can comfort Spock as if he hasn't been cheating on T'Pring pretty much the entire time he's been on screen. I watched a 'short trek' I think they're called? Because I heard T'Pring was in it but it was REAAALLY bad like humor I might have laughed at in middle school...anyway T'Pring was only in it so they could make a joke where the premise was "T'Pring keeps breaking up with Spock because she falls in love with other people and Spock is SOO sad about it" and I was like Hey. Are you even WATCHING your show???? You're taking potshots at the WRONG CHARACTER. Like, even if you wanna make that joke - Christine'd make more sense because Christine and Spock ARE actually 'keeping it casual' and Christine DOES actually date around whereas T'Pring is committed to Spock in SNW and trying at every turn to make their relationship work. It still wouldn't be funny if the girl constantly breaking up with Spock was Christine but having it be T'Pring literally doesn't even make sense. You can say "it's just a funny little joke" (as people say about a lot of SNW'S issues) but T'Pring is a female character who's been viciously maligned for YEARS and if their 'jokes' or 'comedy' come at the expense of their characters or the message of ultimate togetherness and hope in the galaxy then I don't find it funny. SNW isn't supposed to be a comedy I don't know why they keep trying to be 'funny' at the price of being earnest. This isn't a marvel movie. The pro-eugenics trial, killing the disabled character, killing the chronically ill character (and framing this as a beautiful relief), 'being disabled is worse than death' messaging, turning the Gorn into horror movie killer monsters (especially when they could have just made up another species), the bioessentialism, constantly maligning Vulcans as racist bullies (with Spock's half Human blood saving him) <- Which I hate ESPECIALLY when Spock has always been a symbol for mixed people in which he struggled equally with feeling belonging in BOTH cultures whereas in SNW it feels like "If he could only be released from Vulcan's evil clutches he could be happy!" + The laziness of cheating being a plot point in so many main characters' romance stories so far. [La'an wants to be with Kirk but that'd be cheating, Spock is cheating on T'Pring with Christine, Pike sleeps with another woman in 'Lift Us Where Suffering' despite having a girlfriend <- They COULD be open but I don't think this is explained. That's Five or Six characters involved in potential cheating and more if you count M'Benga wink-nudging Spock and Christine's relationship when he most likely knows Spock is engaged to T'Pring.] I just have no faith in SNW. It doesn't feel earnest, and it doesn't feel kind and I don't want to watch a show where they'll sacrifice someone's character at any time for an ultimately meanspirited joke.

[yavin42]

i can’t believe they didn’t have the klingons sing opera

[kj-at-your-fingertips]

In the endless rainbow, different colors sometimes swim. A swath of brown, slipped inside...

Star Trek: The Next Generation Interactive VCR Board Game, a doorknob of Russel Wright's Manitoga but I couldn't find the photographer so here's the image, Untitled by Nastya Kaletkina, might be a stock photo cuz everything seems to source back to weheartit but the earliest post I could find was this, 'Image Of Meteor Phenomenon In The Falling Sky' captured by photographer David Euphemia, jerpro posted to tumblr and possibly edited by batvillainz, elie.simplehappiness posted to tumblr by peacefulandcozy, posted by CatacombCulture.com but the art might be by instagram user chelseasmarr, Lost Girl season 3 episode 11

[greatprotector]

“ that was quite the hand, but not for the game we are playing. ” 

                             there's something to be said about how at ease shepard is even among the dangerous.    despite being in a place most would consider to be the lion's den, there's not an ounce of tension in her frame, green and blue eyes sweeping over the augment's figure with something almost akin of amusement. there are dozens of files on him littered about encrypted files in the alliance; unfortunately for them, she's got the best hacker in the galaxy on board, and isn't afraid to break rules if it means getting the edge.    

                          ❝    ———    khan, right?     ❞

 as if she doesn't already know; and that shit - eating grin says it all. confident, perhaps, but not ignorantly so. there's crackles of biotic energy dancing across her skin, even while she's leveling him with her pistol.        ❝      you must have had a good nap if you're complimenting me already. i just wanted to talk, but if you'd rather dance? i'm game. and if i win, you listen. yeah?         ❞

@paramounticebound sent for an inbox meme.

[kimberlychapman]

Be really careful about excluding other forms of consuming media as somehow "not enough" compared to reading, because that's an ableist narrative.

Other totally valid ways to consume books:

being read to

audiobooks (as above but someone's paid to do it)

the movie version (may differ, but stories are allowed to be enjoyed in different ways)

braille

modern translations

other language translations

digitally (lots of people can't hold up the weight of a book!)

summary/edited/shorter versions for people with mental health issues and/or cognitive impairments

Because yes, the ruling class benefits from illiteracy, but it also really benefits from abled, health-privileged, and classist people from looking down their noses at people who have different needs and preferences.

If you think reading text is the only legitimate (or even the always-preferred) way to participate in stories, block me now. And I say this as a writer of books.

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

[poebrey]

snw fucked up and I keep seeing people lump in disco because of course people only remember it’s a spin-off when they want to say something negative….disco would never do something like this lmao for all its faults bioessentialism unsurprisingly was not one of them

[margbarcisforever]

*worf voice* “Minsk.”

[icantspellthings]

Do the Vuclans that attended Spock and T'prings wedding-divorce know that Kirk wasn't killed and actually is still alive? Or did they just live under the assumption that Kirk is dead as hell until he randomly showed up one day to Vulcan in a Klingon bird of prey with Spocks' assumed corpse and performed a Jesus-esque resurrection on him.

[the-qalankhais-sweetheart]

Look, y'all, I probably wouldn't be in Starfleet anyway - I'd probably be a civilian SLP consultant on the ship to lend my skills to planets as a gesture of goodwill or something. Star Trek all the way, especially if it means I can meet and woo Elnor 😎

[mediumgayitalian]

The best part of being his own camp counsellor is that he can wake up whenever the fuck he likes.

Nico’s a fan.

Because, however, his dumb ass made friends with the camp’s head medic, he doesn’t get to sleep in as often as he would like. He is instead often woken up before the clock strikes nine, which is a tragedy and one of the forty thousand reasons he is going to be present on Will’s judgement day. (The scales tip any which way on a regular basis, but as of last week, Will is going to hell. Unfortunate. Nico’ll still visit him, though. Bring him one half of a twizzler or something.) So when he wakes up, one lovely morning, mouth tasting like something rotted in it and sun well past halfway across the sky, he is capital-C Concerned.

What a horrible tragedy that is. Finally, for the first time in months, he was able to sleep in. And his first thought is not gratitude. Solace may indeed have to die — Nico was not this way before he started planting his annoying ass front and centre in Nico’s life. He’s quite fairly certain he used to be frightening and badass. Now Will orders him to drink milk for the sake of his calcium and he does. Gods.

“Morning,” he hedges, approaching the archery range, feeling marginally more alive than twenty minutes prior.

Kayla raises an amused eyebrow. “Dude, it’s, like, two.”

“Well fuck you, then.”

She smirks. “Aw, did baby not get his Sunshine fix of the day? Is that why he’s so grumpy?”

It really sucks that Will is so fond of his siblings. Nico wonders if Will would still like him if he knew how many times he daydreams of transporting Kayla onto the moon per day.

“As soon as I figure out which god would appreciate you as a sacrifice, you’re gone.”

“Yeah, right,” she snorts, turning away and lining up an arrow. She lets it fly, watching as it shaves a splinter off a hunk of wood fifty feet away. “You couldn’t get close enough to kick my ass before I’d skewer you, di Angelo.”

Remembering the warning arrow Kayla had shot through his shoulder last week, he wisely chooses not to press the matter any further. The power visibly goes to her head. Fuck.

“Just — tell me where Will is.”

“Why?” She strings another arrow. The grin on her face is a level of shit-eating that Nico has only before seen on a Stoll. She should spend less time around Julia, or else the camp is in for some serious trouble. “What are your intentions with my dear brother?”

Nico, on principle, refuses to answer that question. Kayla shrugs, finishing her shot and then turning around to stick her tongue out at him.

“No answer, no location! Find him yourself, loverboy. And remember that I am always watching.”

Stomping away, and ignoring the smile twitching at his lips — she is so annoying, truly, gods above he owes Bianca a thousand apologies for ever opening his mouth — he heads towards the infirmary. There are only six locations Will is at any given time, after all, except when he disappears for several hours randomly but Nico doesn’t know how to bring that up yet. As he approaches the infirmary, though, he hears it absolutely blasting with music, like genuinely shaking the ground a little bit, and knows exactly where to find him.

As he approaches the door, wincing at the door, he finds it closed. Odd — Will likes a breeze when he works. Even odder is the hastily-written sign pasted onto it:

ANNUAL CLEAN OUT DAY. IF YOU NEED ME, TOUGH SHIT. IF YOU NEED A BANDAID, TOUGH SHIT. IF YOU’RE BLEEDING OUT, CALL AN AMBULANCE AND PRAY. I AM BUSY.

(‘Busy’ is underlined three times.)

In smaller print, under the all-caps monstrosity, is:

Unless you’re Nico, in which case disregard the previous sentiment. No, Cecil, this does NOT mean you.

The note is written again in Ancient Greek, Latin, Spanish, Portuguese, French, Mandarin, Italian, Polish, Korean, Morse Code, and another ten languages Nico can’t even name. Actually, wait — the top left is Klingon. And middle right note does not appear to be language, showing instead a poorly drawn stick figure in armour being shoved into a cannon and shot into the sun by another poorly drawn stick figure in a lab coat. Nico loves a man who’s multi-talented, indeed.

Hesitantly, Nico cracks open the door. He is immediately assaulted by a solid wall of sound, and then nearly bowled over by the enigma himself, William ‘I Can Restructure A Human Brain But Cannot Tie My Shoelaces’ Solace. He catches himself at the last second, and then barely manages to catch Will, grabbing him around the waist just before his head hits the floor.

“Nico!” he shouts over the music, smiling brightly. “Hi! You’re here!”

“I’m here.” He can physically feel his voice cracking, but luckily the music drowns it out. Hopefully. “Uh, what’re you doing?”

“Cleaning!” Will straightens up, although he stays within the circle of Nico’s arms. Nico tries real hard to keep his gaze firmly planted on his face and not on the hands he still has in his hips. “I do it once a year, kick everybody out and deep clean the place. Helps keep it fresh and minimize the bloodstains on the floor.”

“Ah. And the music…”

“It’s fun!” Will shouts. He gasps when the CD player skips and a new song comes on, heavy base and funky synths blasting so hard the window panes shake. “Oh my gods! I love this one!” He turns his bright grin at Nico full force, absolutely no holdbacks on the dimples or freckles, gods help him, and bows cheekily. “Can I have this dance, good sir?”

“It’s Britney Spears’ Outrageous,” Nico protests weakly.

“Yeah!”

…Very, very weakly.

“…Okay.”

Will whoops, grabbing his hands and spinning him around. Nico yelps, nearly tripping over a cot, but when he looks back up Will has his eyes closed and is shimmying not unlike a worm on a fish hook, and it’s so ridiculous that he can’t help but laugh. Will pries one eye open, grinning widely, and shimmies harder.

“You’re such a dweeb!”

“Join me in the dweebiness! Free yourself!”

Nico rolls his eyes fondly, squeezing Will’s hand, and lets himself get ridiculous. He’ll deny it if anyone asks, but it’s fun.

…And not just because Will is next to him, smile brighter than any star, dancing like a massive dork, hand clasped in his.

[bumblingbabooshka]

[duothelingo]

Welcome to the shitshow.

Hi I’m Duo, if you’re reading this you have found yourself in my basement.

Welcome home, mouse.

You can run but I will find you, good luck kleine Maus.

Legally I have to say this is a parody blog please don’t sue me I’m just a silly little guy :)

I started this blog when I was drunk and for some reason I’m at like 12k? Weird.

DNI

Transphobes

Terfs

Racists

Xenophobics

Dickheads

People that believe in France

I’m an awkward 26 yo trans guy from Scotland who is scared of women. My main is @blanketgoblins - MDNI on that tho pls. I’m 26, not old.

If you send me asks, please don’t tag your corpo, business, parody of whatever blog - it makes me feel like you’re just using me to advertise and don’t actually wanna be friends etc. (unless you're @operagxreal ily pookie)

Please do not tag me in posts, I have over 12k followers and the notifications are frustrating.

FAQ

Why do you teach French if France isn’t real?

We also teach Klingon

Are you British?

Scottish

Do you support AI?

Hell nah.

Duolingo lore:

[qvid-pro-qvo]

i'm just, i'm not done, i can't be done -

in the long goodbye job we get something we haven't seen almost anywhere else. we see a direct look into nate's brain. we see his own personal nightmare, and exactly what he thinks about each of the other members of the team. and what do we see?

eliot. and parker. and hardison.

sure. it's all fake. it didn't actually happen. it's a story, a detailed story, plausible, and what he needs to give - but when nate crafts the horrible, no-good, very bad end to the con, he crafts it based on what he knows. he's the man who has some of the best insight into his team. and what he knows, what he knows for sure is that those three? it's them until the end.

hell, half the time the vision of the con gone wrong isn't even from nate's perspective, or what he hears over the comms. what nate imagines happening to the others, in this insane hypothetical, from parker, and hardison, and eliot, is the three of them fighting to the death to protect each other. eliot running down the stairs at the sound of parker and hardison in trouble. parker lugging hardison's body to the van with all of her strength. hardison asking for eliot's presence, in those final moments, and the three of them clinging to each other as their lifeblood pours out onto the floor, comforted by each other. when he looks back, on the floor, he sees them together, and knows.

we see the three of them consistently leaning on each other for support. parker calls hardison and eliot when she's hurt and needs advice. hardison clings to eliot and parker when he's hurt or scared, and celebrates with them when he wins. eliot is the most vulnerable with the two of them, lets down his walls the most when they urge him to.

nate knows. he shows us. they show us. the three of them, together, and being okay with sophie and nate leaving leverage to them because all along, the three of them together was how it was always going to be. good ending or bad.

for better or for worse. for richer, or for poorer. in sickness, and in health.

eliot makes a vow, in that moment, so do parker and hardison. just like sophie and nate. mirrors of each other. together until the end.

'til death do they part.

eliot vowing to protect alec and parker til his dying day right after nate proposes to sophie feels a lot like a dual marriage right? right??? just me??????

[thagomizersshow]

I love when sci-fi/fantasy writers throw in a random fact about a fictional species that actually has big repercussions for that species' biology.

Like, there is a species in Star Trek called Saurians who are adorable dinosauroid looking dudes. They've had very little revealed about them despite having been mentioned as early as the original series by way of "Saurian brandy" — a drink that is so strong it can put a Klingon on their ass in one swig.

Other than that, most of what we know about them comes from snippets involving a reoccuring character on Discovery named Linus, who is mostly a comic relief character. Now the reason I bring them up is that in one episode there's a scene where Linus is eating bamboo of all things, and I'm not sure the writers realized how telling this is about Saurian biology.

Bamboo is a damn hard food to eat, and us humans can only eat the shoots of a few species. Even then, raw consumption of shoots can lead to cyanide poisoning if you aren't careful. We still don't know how exactly a lot of animals that eat a lot of bamboo (bamboo lemurs, red pandas, bamboo rats, elephants, gorillas) are able to digest so much of it without getting cyanide poisoning. There is some sort of neutralization process in giant pandas involving the rhodanese enzyme that turns cyanide into the non-toxic thiocyanate that they just pee out, but the process is still poorly understood in other species.

Bamboo is also hard to digest for the same reason all grasses are; their plant wall cellulose is hard as hell to break down. Like, your choices are:

a) you do a poor job of digesting it and just spend all day eating (giant panda, red panda, bamboo lemur)

b) you grow really big and have a big gut (elephants, gorillas)

c) you only eat the parts of the plant that are easier to digest (bamboo rats)

On top of that, bamboo is loaded with silica phytoliths that are like microscopic bits of glass. These evolved to make their tissues even harder to chew and metabolize.

It's hard to make out in the scene, but it looks like Linus is eating raw bamboo leaves. Just picking them up with his fingers and munching on them like it's nothing. That means his teeth and/or jaws would need to be very powerful (maybe hypsodont? or maybe tooth batteries?) AND, because he's eating it raw, he'd have to be immune to the cyanide in some way.

One explanation could be in the Star Trek Adventures TTRPG, where Saurians are said to have an ability called "Enhanced Metabolism" where they recover from toxins faster than other species (my guess is this was meant to reference their brandy being so strong). BUT, that's not the same thing as the immunity real bamboo eating animals seem to have. My head canon is that Saurians have a diet similar to red pandas, where bamboo-like plants are their main diet on their homeworld, but they'll eat other stuff too when it's available, AND they've evolved some way to convert cyanide into a harmless chemical they excrete, like a giant panda.

All of these whacky biology shenanigans stem (hehe) from the casual writing decision to make a supporting alien character seem weird by eating a weird thing.