#Riker Sits Down

[waffletallest]

Calling all fans of 🖖iconic Star Trek: The Next Generation video "Riker Sits Down" and ✍️animators familiar with the animation program RoughAnimator - we can all help the person who made both to finish his own indie animated film!

riker gif by @kirknspock

That's right, the person behind "Riker Sits Down" and the person behind the animation app RoughAnimator are one and the same - and (as well as a being very kind person and a good friend) he's also himself an animator who has spent the last 3 years animating his own feature-length film all by himself:

In his own words, it's a movie "about a sleepy bunny detective who can't stay focused on the murder mystery she's supposed to be solving, and keeps getting distracted by more mundane lower stakes mysteries. Very silly and whimsical and full of puns." And I can attest, it's truly full of puns. A punderful amount of puns. Perfect puns aplenty.

About 2½ weeks ago, he launched a Kickstarter campaign to help fund the rest of the production - because if he doesn't hire anyone else to help him, he estimates that it's going to take him another 3 years to finish this on his own (not to mention he'd need to hire a sound designer and composer regardless).

Right now, it's about halfway to its goal of $60k - and it's all-or-nothing, so if it doesn't reach that entire goal by 6pm ET on May 24, sadly the campaign will not get any of the pledged money!

If you have the ability to give and/or share, it would mean helping to give an independent animator the ability to realize his vision for such an endearing and witty feature-length film! (Not to mention that a lot of the tiers come with cool merch👏😎)

🐰🔎Let's all help him out together, good Trekkies and animators of Tumblr!🔍🐰

[nocaffeineforlevi]

So I'm going to a Doctor Who Convention this weekend and I not only just found out that I was selected as a panelist for two panels (I signed up because my mom suggested it and I, like a fool, listened) (I am actually excited though, don't worry) but also that they are going to be showing The Star Beast when it comes out. I should've expected this but I was keeping my hopes low so I wouldn't be too disappointed if it didn't happen.

On a funnier note I am panicking because one of my cosplays is almost impossible to sit down in chairs while wearing it so I'm going to have to strategically pick out which costume I wear on which day because of this.

[cursed-tm]

like most of the reason im so much more familiar with tos than any other star trek is that every time im watching some other star trek and i get annoyed or bored im like goddamn i could just be watching tos right now :/ id have a ball and then i go and do it

[geekysteven]

[ID: text "Important Starfleet Maneuvers" Attached image is four panels as quadrants showing the Stargazer at warp, Riker sitting down, Voyager crashing into the time travel villain's space lab, and Pike hugging Una. Text on each "Picard maneuver: warp trickery" "Riker maneuver: Chair" "Janeway maneuver: hit it with the ship lol" and "Pike maneuver: Unabashedly care for the people in your life"]

[theoriginaldrac]

Riker sits down

some serious skill on display here, so effortless i would look like an idiot trying this! 

[brunetteaura]

SWIMMING POOL GLIMMERING DARLING WHITE BIKINI OFF WITH MY RED NAIL POLISH WATCH ME IN THE SWIMMING POOL BRIGHT BLUE RIPPLES YOU SITTING SIPPING ON YOUR BLACK CRISTAL OOOOOOOH YEAH LIGHT OF MY LIFE FIRE OF MY LOINS BE A GOOD BABY DO WHAT I WANT LIGHT OF MY LIFE FIRE OF MY LOINS GIMME THEM GOLD COINS GIMME THEM COINS AND IM OFF TO THE RACES CASES OF BACARDI CHASERS CHASING ME ALL OVER TOOOWN CAUSE HE KNOWS IM WASTED FACING TIME AGAIN AT RIKERS ISLAND AND I WONT GET OUTTT BECAUSE IM CRAAAZY BAAABY I NEED YOU TO COME HERE AND SAVE ME IM YOUR LITTLE SCARLET STARLET SINGING IN THE GARDEN KISS ME ON MY OPEN MOUTH READY FOR YOU … my old man is a tough man but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam and he shows me he knows me every inch of my tar black soul.. he doesnt mind i have a flat broke down life in fact he says he thinks its what he might like about me ADMIRES ME the way i roll like a rolling stone LIKES TO WATCH ME IN THE GLASS ROOM BATHROOM CHATEAU MARMONT SLIPPING ON MY RED DRESS PUTTING ON MY MAKEUP GLASS ROOM PERFUME COGNAC LILAC FUMES SAYS IT FEELS LIKE HEAVEN TO HIM.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Dream Fever

Gibbs X Reader One-Shot

Prompt: You have a dirty dream about Gibbs and try to play it cool.

Mentions: Sexual acts, death

Mostly angst/tension/no smut

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Anxiously, you tap your pencil on your desk, grabbing the attention of Bishop and McGee.

“Y/N? You good? You’ve been pretty distracted all morning,” McGee asked, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just a little too much coffee I guess.”

Except you weren’t fine. You were busy replaying last nights dream in your head. The dream that included a certain grey haired agent. The reason for the dream?

It could’ve been the way you saw Gibbs interrogate your suspect yesterday. Or the way he walked into a room like it was a runway show. Regardless, it was keeping you from doing your job correctly and you weren’t sure you’d even be able to look your boss in the eyes today.

“Grab your gear. Dead Naval officer in Norfolk,” Gibbs spoke, walking into the bullpen and grabbing things from his desk. Quickly, you grabbed your bag and practically raced into the elevator before anyone else could accompany you, let alone Gibbs.

You chose to sit in the back seat with Bishop on the car ride there but couldn’t help but steal glances at Gibbs through the rear view window. He only caught you looking twice, both times, you immediately looked out the window, a redness forming at your cheeks.

“Hey, what’s up with you,” Bishop asked as you two walked toward the crime scene, McGee and Gibbs walking ahead, out of ear shot. You were pretty close with Bishop, you two sharing a lot of commonalities so you decided to tell her.

“I had a dream about Gibbs last night and it won’t leave my head.”

Her jaw dropped and she had to keep herself from laughing out loud.

“Shut up Ellie. It’s not funny. I can’t even look at him in the eye.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. But why Gibbs? Is he your type?”

“I don’t know. Something about his tough yet caring exterior just seems to do something for me. You know I’m into older men.”

“True. What was the dream about?”

“Well he called me into the elevator for some reason and then did the whole stopping it in between floors. There wasn’t much talking but a lot of kissing and-

“Hey! You two done gossiping over there?!” Gibbs yelled, causing the both of you to rush over. He gave you a stare that you completely avoided by staring at the floor and eventually walked over to the cop that called in the death.

“So you said you there was a witness that might’ve saw the suspect fleeing?” You asked.

“Yeah, she said it was a guy wearing a black hoodie and jeans. Didn’t get a good look at his face though.”

Just as you were about to ask another question, you felt the presence of Gibbs standing right beside you, overwhelming your senses and making you completely lose your train of thought.

“Where is she so we can ask her a few questions,” he asked for you.

“Getting checked by the EMT’s. I guess your guy also tried attacking her as well once she saw him.”

You followed behind Gibbs, appreciating that runway walk he had and let him do all the talking with the witness as you just wrote everything down and occasionally gave him a once over.

Back at the squad room, you all began gathering all of your evidence when you found something interesting.

“Hey McGee. What non profit did you say our Petty Officer donated to?”

“Um, just WWF and PETA once a month. Why?”

“Well I was looking through his financial records and found a reoccurring payment starting in July to a Riker Humanitarian Organization.”

Both McGee and Gibbs came over but Gibbs decided to lean over your shoulder to get a better look at the computer screen, hand supporting himself right beside yours. You never really noticed how big his hands were until now and found yourself staring at them, remembering how they caressed and squeezed your body in your dream.

“Y/N? What am I looking at?” Gibbs asked slightly irritated as you snapped out of it. You clicked on the payment tab, sending Bishop a “help me” look at the same time which she only grinned at. She was loving how uncomfortable all of this was making you.

“Three thousand seems a bit steep for a humanitarian donation boss. You think his wife knew anything about it?” McGee asked.

“You and Bishop go find out. Talk to the wife. See what she knows.”

“I can go too if they want some more help,” you offered, not wanting to be alone with Gibbs.

“It doesn’t take 3 people to ask a few questions Y/N. You stay here. See what else you can dig up.”

You watched Bishop get up and giving you a wave and mouth good luck to you before following after McGee, making you die inside.

After a bit of more searching through the victims records, you didn’t find anything. Looking over at Gibbs, he had his glasses on and was staring intently at the case file in front of him. The glasses were a nice touch to his look. Made his facial features a little softer and only made you pay more attention to his icy blue eyes.

You hadn’t realized how long you had been staring until he looked up at you, catching you red handed.

“Can I help you Agent Y/L/N?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you keep staring at me?”

Not being able to come with an appropriate answer, you stuttered for words.

“Uh, I don’t- I think I’m gonna go see if Abby has anything for us.”

Thoroughly flustered for the upteenth time that day, you left a confused Gibbs and scurried downstairs to the lab.

“Abby. You gotta help me,” you pleaded, walking through her doors and seeing her typing away on her computer.

“Is it about your Gibbs dream?”

“What? How did you- Dammit Bishop.”

“Hey, I think it’s cute. Gibbs barely gets romantic admirers and I could totally see him being your type.”

You covered your face with your hands and groaned. “I don’t to want to be his romantic admirer Abbs! He’s my boss!”

She shrugged and continued typing on her computer. “I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with dreaming about Gibbs. He’s a dreamy guy. If you like that gruff, quiet, brooding type.”

“Just tell me something about him that would be a turn off so I can just think about that instead of my dream.”

“Dream about what?” Gibbs asked from behind us, making the both of us jump. Oh God, please tell me he didn’t hear anything before your last few words.

“Y/N had a dream about someone and is trying not think about it,” Abby snitched.

“Abigail! Shut up!”

She smiled as your cheeks got tomato red. “Anyone we know?” Gibbs asked, stepping closer. I could’ve died right then and there.

Before Abby could say another word, you interrupted. “No! It’s nothing. Just a stupid dream, it doesn’t matter.”

He gave you that look that usually gives your suspects when interrogating them. The one where he looks into your eyes, then your lips, then back at your eyes again. Your breathing increased ten fold and you wouldn’t have been surprised if he noticed.

Thankfully he seemed to drop it and walk over next to Abby and ask her about the case. You have to remember to kill both her and Bishop.

>>>>

Once McGee and Bishop had come back from questioning the wife, you were all surprised to see them also come in with the suspect you had been looking for.

“Y/N. With me in interrogation,” Gibbs ordered while walking away. By now, McGee also had that dumb grin on his face so your sure Bishop had told him about the whole situation as well. You just flipped them both off while leaving to follow after Gibbs.

The suspect ended up not being any help. And neither were you. Anytime Gibbs got frustrated with him and started raising his voice, you just stared, not realizing that you didn’t ask one question during the entire conversation. “Y/N. Elevator. Now,” he said after you both exited the room. Shit.

You silently followed after him, dreading what was about to happen. You didn’t even look at Bishop and McGee as the both of you passed them to the elevators. He let you in first and walked in behind, letting the doors close and move both of you up a few seconds before pressing the emergency stop button.

“What’s going on with you Y/L/N? Is this dream really that distracting?”

You had no idea what to say. You just kept your eyes glued to the wall behind him, trying to ignore the intimate lighting and how similar this situation was becoming to your dream.

“How many times have you dreamt about this person?”

Oh jeeze. To Bishop and Abby, it was only one dream but in reality, it was probably like 5.

“Is this why you’re being weird with me all day?”

He stepped closer, making you instinctively take a step back, finally getting you to look him in the eye.

“Is the dream about me?”

You didn’t say a word but you didn’t have to. Gibbs was smart. He knew how to read body language. And you were giving all the tell tale signs of nervousness and attraction.

He looked down at your lips and back up at your eyes like earlier and you swallowed hard.

Finally, he stepped back and pressed the emergency button, bringing the lights back on and giving you a chance to take a huge breath. Just as the doors opened, he turned to you.

“We’re not done here.”

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

What's wrong babe, you've barely touched your Riker Sits Down

[brattypagansub]

Soap MacTavish specific headcannons that really flesh out his character

Enjoys international tv with a soft spot for k dramas.. and Asian tv he loves Boys Over Flowers and was really upset when they took off two of his latest Thai finds.

Has a bad habit of either eating late late at night or at 2-4am there is no in between.

Has a bad habit of sleeping on the floor

Hummed the mission impossible theme while running through Los Almas

Watched Criminal Minds with Simon once and was subsequently banned from it. (Everyone became a suspect)

Follows a lot of pet accounts on social media

While he can’t draw Simon can and he likes to sit and watch him sketch

On stormy summer nights he likes to read by candlelight

While on leave went to Spain with Simon for a Trobar de Morte concert because their music is pleasing to his adhd brain

During the summer he watches Tuck Everlasting at least once per month

Is a Merlin fan and ships Arthur x Merlin

His hidden talent is he knows how to play the Hurdy Gurdy and once when he thought no one was at the base jammed out to Gurdy’s Green not realizing Simon was watching

Played hockey all throughout childhood and teens he gets to apply those skills and the stopper run whenever they go to a roller rink

Soap’s Roman Empire is the ‘I am ivar the boneless you can’t kill me scene.’

Often stands in the ruins of his temporary hyper fixation and wonders if he should finally get around to refilling his prescription

Was/still is a Power Rangers kid and was really upset to hear about JDF

Is a dancer and whenever he’s in LA will fuck off to the MDC studio for a few hours

The amazing Spider-man and its sequel is his comfort movie he lost it when Garfield’s spidey showed up in No Way Home.

His comfort marvel shows are Agent Carter, Inhumans and Agents of SHIELD

Will throw hands with anyone who disses marvel

Called William Riker a DILF once while not thinking about it and Gaz will never let him live it down

Unintentionally recreated Look at This! From Helluva Boss. Because he broke something and had to play distraction while Gaz fixed it.

Will sit and binge Little Bear if he’s not feeling good because it was a childhood thing

Unintentionally called Simon Fievel Mousekewitz because all he saw was the hat first and not who was wearing it.

Played Silent Hill 2 at 4am and wondered why he couldn’t sleep later on he’ll maintain that Pyramid Head is daddy and James is a bitch

Played the Last of Us and couldn’t eat grain for a month

His niche take is he likes The Apparition with Sebastian Stan

Hates opened ended endings

[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

I just realized yet another reason why I love the "This is down. Down is good. This is up. Up is no," Data says in stng. In my brain, I keep half-expecting him to end the phrase with up is bad. For a split second, every time I watch this scene, a part of my brain hears that something is good, then, when being presented with another thing that is not the good thing, it assumes that it will be described to me as bad, because it is depicted as the antagonist to the good thing.

Data doesn't say it is bad, because it isn't. Spot being on the desk can lead to things getting knocked over, console buttons being pushed, or maybe even Spot getting thrown across the room if the ship gets tossed around (which nEveR haPpeNs). The computer is probably smart enough to know not to do anything commanded by those little toe beans. I saw a post about how Riker sits on the consoles all the time but that the computer probably knows the difference between hands purposefully pushing buttons and a butt dial. Spot's pawprints, much like Riker's ass, are logged in the computer's system only as things to not take orders from.

I got off track (which nEveR haPpeNs). I love that Data understands that it is illogical unreasonable to assume Spot understands what is and is not a preferable action. Therefore, he communicates it to him as best he can. But he also understands that there is nothing actually wrong with Spot being on the console, at least not all the time. It's an inconvenience and, perhaps, occasionally, a potential hazard. Ultimately, it is something Data wants Spot to stop doing, but not something he will say is bad, because, at least in this case, trying to convince someone something is bad is a tactic to get someone to feel guilty about doing something. Saying it "is no," at least in the way Data does it, makes it feel much more truthful because it is saying "I have a reason for asking you not to do this," even if the reason is as simple as "I don't want you to," instead of "Here's a magic word with a vague and interchangeable meaning that I can use to keep you from finding my real reasons.

I guess what I'm saying is, I want Data to be my dad.

[lyssak09]

hello love!! could i please request yandere headcanons for Q from star trek: tng? thank youu so much!!! <3

Yandere Q hcs

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! Q is a basically canonically Yandere for Captain Janeway in Voyager. Also please enjoy my friend! 💙

Q is a manipulative, narcissistic, obsessive, and possessive yandere.

He first met you on one of his many adventures to f*ck with Picard and everyone on Enterprise. You were covering for one of your friends on the bridge.

When he saw you he froze, and he never freezes because of a puny human. You were just so breath taking.

Maybe you're different from humans. Or you're using some weird power over him, but thats highly unlikely.

Q continues his antics but he harasses you a bit. To the point Picard notices it.

Picard finds it annoying how often he harasses you during his time messing with the enterprise, and how often he forces you to be involved.

If Q doesn't see you while screwing with the Enterprise then he will force you to become a part of it some how, including threatening the captain and enterprise.

"Oh Picard, where is that little Lieutenant of yours? Its almost like you're hiding her from me. Don't tell me I have to shake the ship down till I find her?"

Q loves telling you how lucky you are to have caught the eye of an all powerful being like him. He also loves showing off how powerful he is.

He basically uses his powers as pallor tricks to impress show you how truly amazing he is.

Q periodically comes on the Enterprise to see you, and to piss of Picard.

He gets really mad if you're living your life avoidng him when he comes to visit. How dare you go on a lunch date! He is right here.

______________

“Oh, darling!” You hear a familiar voice say. ‘Oh god.’ you think. You duck your head down and look toward your date, “Don’t do anything to draw his attention please!”. Your date looks at you extremely confused, “Why are you hiding from Q?”, they whisper. You shake your head, saying you’ll explain later. All while Q is scanning the room for you, he starts to get more frustrated the longer he can’t find you. But then unfortunately for you, your server has come with your food, drawing Q’s attention to you. “Ahha! There you are my little-” Q starts to say as he nears you but then he notices you’re not sitting alone. His smile drops and his face tightens. “Who are you?” he hissed. Your date is about to introduce themselves when Q interrupts them, “Actually, I don’t care. I already know you’re an insignificant speck of matter, who has no right to be associating yourself with Y/N.”. You try to defend your date but Q snaps his fingers and sends your date to god knows where. He turns his attention back towards you, arms folded and nostrils flaring. “You should know better than to associate yourself with people like them” Q sneers. He gives you a hard stare before his personality takes a flip. “Why don’t we go eat somewhere new, hm? If you’re good I might bring your ‘friend’ back to the ship. Key word, might.”

Q loves to give you little tests, to see how you’ll respond and react. He says it's to gain more information on you humans for the continuum but that's a lie. 

He’ll try giving you powers just like he did to Riker, but whatever your answer is it doesn’t matter, he’ll find it fascinating either way. 

Because that's what you are to him, you’re a fascinating incredible human. Not that he’ll admit that to you. 

“Your race is so fascinating, you do realize how lucky you are to have caught my eye right?”

Q will eventually take you, one way or another. He already has a special dimension just for the two of you. 

The bridge crew will do whatever they can to protect you though. But it won’t be enough against him. Not unless they’re willing to start a war against an omnipotent being. 

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“Just give her to me and I’ll send you and your ship on your way Picard.” Q offered. Picard looks at him like he’s insane. “In case you haven’t noticed Q, but our civilization has evolved past selling humans.”, Picard spat. Q rolls his eyes which ticks Riker off. “Look Q, we’re not giving her to you. She’s a human being with rights, including the right to not give herself to a narcissistic lunatic.” Riker sneers at Q. Picard gives him a scolding look before continuing to argue with Q, “You’re not getting her Q. Now leave before this gets serious.”. Q chuckles darkly before giving Picard a pointed look. “I’m giving you one last chance Picard. Just bring her to me and nothing bad will happen.”. “That's not going to happen Q.” He glowered. Q let out a big sigh before giving Picard a wicked grin. “Well, that's too bad.” Q laughs as the ship starts to shake.

He can give you everything you could ever want, all you have to do is give in to him. Just give in and there won’t be a problem, no one will have to get hurt. Just give in

Q is willing to do and give you everything. He’ll show you the multiple universes to your heart's content, he’ll shower you with presents. But he’ll say it's because of how lucky you are to have him, not because he desperately wants to shower you with affection. 

He’ll also manipulate you to love on him. This man is desperate for your touch. Even just accidentally brushing your hand against him will do something to him.

Q can change his appearance, but he thinks the human form he’s chosen is amazing. He will change his appearance for you, but only slightly. And he won’t admit he did it because he overheard your dream guy has blue or green eyes. No, he didn’t add freckles to himself because he heard you talking about them with a coworker. He just felt like changing things up! That's why, no other reason. 

He’ll be willing to change certain things in the bedroom though, but that's for another day another headcanons. 

After a while of beating around the bush and acting subtly, he’ll just start being straightforward. (If you can call how he was acting that.)

He’ll start showing up in your quarters when you come from duty, he has changed how they looked to appear like a wedding venue and he’ll be wearing a suit and tie.

“There’s my dear little human! Are you ready for our wedding? I made it look just as amazing and spectacular as we are together.”

As time goes on his straightforwardness will get worse. Like, extremely.

“Oh my god!” You yell after coming from duty and finding a naked Q on your bed. He had just barely covered himself in rose petals. “Salut mon chéri,” Q purs with a rose in his mouth. You look around and notice all the lit candles, dimmed lights, and wine glasses. Before he knows it you’ve started throwing things at him, screaming for him to get out. He reluctantly leaves before you try attacking him.

I hope you understand how lucky you are that he hasn’t truly used his powers on you. He’s an omnipotent being for universes’ sake! With a snap of his fingers, he could have you in another universe with just you and him. Q could force you to agree to marry him. He could even force yourself on him if he gets that desperate. 

But, just because he hasn’t really used his powers yet doesn’t mean he won’t. Hopefully, you won’t push him that far.

I told you he’s utterly devoted to you right?

Like to an unhealthy amount, (who am I kidding, isn’t that part of the yandere criteria?)

Just the mere look of another human could set him off.

“Who do you think I am you harlot?! How dare you look into my eyes! I’m taken!”

The same goes if someone even glances at you. You’ll need to hold him back or something.

“HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GET INTO HER PANTS YOU WHORE!” He screeches and tries to lunge and attack the poor ensign who accidentally touched your arm. While you’re struggling to hold him back by his arm.

I’ve already mentioned that he’s manipulative but I didn’t explain how good he is at it. Of course, his powers help him manipulate people, but even without them, he’s still got a nack for it. He’s especially good at manipulating you with your own emotions. 

Q will use fear, guilt, anger, sadness, and any emotion of yours against yourself. 

Have a stalker (who he totally didn’t create) who won’t leave you be? He’ll send him away! Only if you kiss him though.

Your friend has an unexplainable incurable disease and is dying? Q will fix them up even better than before! Just agree to a date with him.

Your favorite commander (whom you were better than friends with) sacrificed themselves to save you and now you have not only grief but survivor’s guilt? He’ll bring him back with a flick of his wrist! You have to marry him and stay by his side forever though.

Just agree to be his forever and everything will be fine. Sure you might not see your family or friends again. But you’ll see every dimension and universe imaginable! And, no one gets hurt.

So unless you’re willing to sacrifice your friends’ lives, hell even the whole ship, just so he might have difficulty getting you, then by all means! Go ahead.

Just remember how much the crew cares for you, and how little Q cares for them.

[milksockets]

my coworker + i have been planning this mission to rikers island for weeks to visit a client, and today was finally [supposed to be] the day. i reviewed the visitor dress code policy, preparing myself for the eye-opening experience of a lifetime. of course, we get there, and long story short, a random dude in a bulletproof vest sitting in a shed on the outskirts of the premises had to call some lady on the phone and eventually, after struggling to understand what we were even doing there, told us we need “clearance,” despite my repeated insistence that i had examined the website several times and saw absolutely zero information about arrangements needing to be made beforehand.

so basically, after this 8-minute interaction, i can confidently confirm that rikers indeed must be shut down and obliterated into crumbs.

[space-helen]

Pain

Words: 896

Pairing: Riker x Reader

A/N: I think I strayed a little from the original request but I hope this is ok!

Request: Hi! I saw your post saying requests were open so hopefully this is okay. I was wondering if could request either Data or Riker comforting/helping reader as they deal with “brain fog” and intense burnout due to life events and chronic pain? I could really use some comfort right now 💜 love your writing! (and pls don’t feel obligated to respond/write for this either) - Anon

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You practically stumbled back into your quarters and let out the biggest sigh as the doors closed behind you. 

Slipping off your boots quickly you placed them to the side before finding the nearest surface to sit down on. Allowing yourself to fall into the chair you curled in on yourself, wrapping your arms around your torso you gave yourself a squeeze.

The pressure was nice momentarily but you soon released and allowed yourself to sit in that position. You had no clue how long you stayed like this but you couldn't bare to move because you were genuinely so exhausted and knew moving would only spark more pain. 

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, you weren't necessarily sad right now but this was a reaction your body had that'd been all too familiar recently.

After sitting in the awkward, yet comfortable, position for what felt like forever you slowly peeled yourself up into a sitting position. Taking a moment to breathe you slowly got to your feet, your body not thanking you as you did so. The movement caused you to feel as if your energy levels plummeted downwards through the flood below you, all the way through the bottom of the ship.

Slowly making your way to your bed you peeled off your clothes and found your pyjamas that you slipped on efficiently. Thankful you'd eaten whilst still having some energy before coming to your quarters.

Lying down you started at the ceiling and allowed your body to melt into the bed under you. Your body felt tense yet weak, on fire yet still and your mind very overwhelmingly busy yet silent.

You knew it was still early and you probably shouldn't fall asleep right now but you couldn't resist the urge to just call it quits for the day and sleep now.

Movement in your quarters had you bolting upright in bed. You were slightly shocked to see Will standing towards the foot of the bed. 

“So I take it our dates off?” he said with compassion, the man knew how much you struggled sometimes.

“What date?”

“We spoke about it earlier. We were supposed to-” he searched your face and could see that you genuinely had no clue what he was on about “Don't worry about it.” he reassured, coming to sit on the edge of the bed near your legs.

“I'm sorry.” you spoke as you brought your gaze to your hands.

“There's no need to be. It's not your fault.” he tried to meet your gaze but you kept it trained on your hands. “Another flare?”

You nodded in response to his question. 

“Have you been to see Dr Crusher yet?”

You nodded “She gave me what she could for the pain but it'll take some more time to fully kick in again.”

He understood, he'd been down to see Beverly with you plenty of times to know the procedure by now. “Have you eaten?”

“Yeah, with Data,”

“Good.” he agreed slipping his boots off “what's the plan of action then?”

You mulled it all over in your head as the man pottered around the room getting into the pyjamas that he left in your quarters. You could feel the tears brimming, “I just want to lie down.” With those words the tears began to fall, you felt incredibly pathetic and useless right now, like you were failing Will and yourself.

“Hey, hey.” He was at your side in and instant finding your hand with his and gently holding it. “It's alright, we can just stay here. I know you feel bad right now but none of this is your fault. I know you're hurting but it'll be ok. You've really pushed yourself over the past couple of weeks, you've barely had any time for yourself.” the man leaned forward and placed a kiss to the top of your head before quickly moving back around the bed and getting in beside you.

Opening his arm you instinctively fell into his side and allowed him to embrace you. The man rested his cheek on the top of your head and repeated words of affirmation to you as you allowed the tears to silently roll down your face.

Eventually, they dried up and you just lay in his arms for a while. The man shifted his position and apologised “I'm sorry.”

“it's ok,” you whispered, also needing to move to a comfier position yourself. Wincing as you did so. “I really do think I need to sleep.” you admitted and the man nodded.

“That's ok. It's been a long day. I'm even tired enough to sleep.” you looked at him to see if he was lying but you could tell he was being entirely truthful.

Settling down into bed you rested yourself on your side. The man gently moved the blanket over you properly and wrapped his arms around you to securely spoon you, in a comfortable way, from behind. 

You nestled into the man further and the lights were quickly shut off. Allowing your body to fully relax you could still feel some pain and tension but you could tell that the medication was working. Even if it was painfully slow.

Usually the pain would have you unable to sleep. However, topped with the fatigue and burnout it didn't take long at all for you to drift off.

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“Sorry for the late notice,” Henry says with an apologetic smile.

Alex shakes his head at Henry in confusion. “Why are you sorry?”

Henry falters for a moment, his brow furrowed. “Well… I… er…”

“Your former guard got pissed if you sprung something on him, didn’t he?” Alex asks, the answer coming to him so suddenly. The only confirmation he gets is a small nod. “Well, don’t worry about that with me. Jesus. If you want to go see your friend, let’s go fucking see your friend.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have anything else to be doing?” Henry asks, still a bit tense and small.

Alex reaches out and lays a hand at Henry’s shoulder, unsure if it follows protocol or not. “Henry, I’m serious. I have nothing else to be doing. I have nowhere else to be. I know fucking no one in this entire country. I can’t think of what else I’d be doing. If you wanna go, let’s go.”

A small smile crosses Henry’s face. “Thank you.”

He’s quiet as they walk down toward the car. Begrudgingly, Alex lets Henry drive, sitting in the front seat. He knows that the royals are able to drive, but they really drilled into him in his training that it should be him behind the wheel.

“It’s been quite a while since I was able to go see Pez,” Henry tells him once they’re on their way. “I mean, he’s stopped by the palace, so it’s not like I haven’t seen him. But once Riker left…” He sighs, mostly to himself. “I couldn’t go anywhere, really. Not until they had new security in place.”

“Fuck,” Alex breathes. “Why have you not wanted to go a million different places this week?”

Henry laughs. Alex hates that he really likes hearing Henry laugh. “I thought about it, honestly,” Henry admits. “But it seemed like trial by fire for you if I said let’s go here, let’s go there, let’s do this, let’s do that. Seemed a bit unfair.”

“I think I could handle it,” Alex says easily.

Glancing away from the road, Henry watches him for a split second, an expression on his face that Alex can’t readily name.

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I love this moment in the TNG pilot episode where Riker joins the crew late and missed out on the drama with Q so they just sit his ass down and show him the episode so far 😭😭

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Story. No Other Options

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[ID: Eleven digitally sketched panels in black and white.]

[Panel 1: Close up of someone's pocket, with a smartphone ringing (SFX: ring four times) in it. The person says, "Huh, pretty early for a telemarketer."]

[Panel 2: The person is revealed to be The Spine. He answers his phone cheerfully, smiling with his eyes closed, saying, "Howdy! This is The Spine, from the robot band Steam Powered Giraffe! I won't be buying anything today, but if you quote me a price I will pass it along to one of our human employees!"]

[Panel 3: Over the phone, Hare says, "Christ, Silver, you answer the phone like that every time?" The Spine slouches forward, immediately grumpy, and asks, "Hare? Who gave you my number?" Hare responds, "Rabbit, remember?" The Spine says, "Right. Well, goodbye." Hare yells (all caps) "no wait I need help"]

[Panel 4: Shot of Qwerty the computer (a monitor screen with an ASCII smiley face and two claw hands) playing with plastic bricks while The Spine, with his back to them, talks on the phone. The Spine says, "You need my help?" Hare responds, "Not you, the Walter brat (em-dash) I mean, kid, the one what runs the joint. Our friend is dying of Green Matter poisoning and (ellipses, then in smaller text) and we got no other options."]

[Panel 5: Same shot. The Spine turns to Qwerty, who swivels over and displays a question mark. The Spine says, "Green Matter? (ellipses) Qwerty, find Ms. Vivian while I go get Peter. And tell Norman to hide."]

[Panel 6: The Spine's hand knocking (SFX: knock times three) on a door. In overlay, The Spine says, "This better not be a prank." Then, in the present action, he says, "Peter? We've got trouble incoming."]

[Panel 7: Peter the Sixth's wooden mask, sitting on a while a hand reaches for it. Peter the Sixth (AKA Six) says, "What kind of trouble can't wait until after breakfast?"]

[Panel 8: Shot from behind Six's shoulder as he puts on his mask. The Spine says from off panel, "Becile trouble. I'll explain on the way down, but they said they'd be here (em-dash)"]

[Panel 9: All caps SFX: screeeech crunch in Riker's font. The Spine and Six turn toward the noise, The Spine lowering his eyelids halfway, unamused. The Spine continues, "(ellipses) aaaaany minute now."]

[Panel 10: Annie Walter (Six's mother) standing in a doorway, looking shocked. She holds a mug of coffee and says, "(italics) My goodness!"]

[Panel 11: The front lawn of Walter Manor, as seen from the front door. The gates have been smashed open by the Beciles' van, which has also torn through the grass and run over a plastic lawn flamingo. The Jack and The Skull are carrying Scratch between them, his arms around their shoulders, while Hare is taking Dee out of the passenger seat. Riker stands at the front door, shaking slightly, and says, "Yeah, sorry about the gate. It's been a hell of a morning. Is there any more of that coffee?" End ID]