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[mistermistyyy]

I find the opinion that religion wouldn't exist in Star Trek kind of extreme. The notion seems to rely on the idea that, in the enlightened future Star Trek proposes, religion is too barbaric of a concept to survive.

This is, first of all, untrue within the text of the franchise. Pike is said to have had a religious upbringing in SNW, McCoy seems to have some connection to Christianity, Picard is agnostic, a lot of the Bajorans including Kira are religious, there is a Muslim background character in Lower Decks, and the crew seem pretty open to the idea of God existing in Star Trek V. Hell, there are tons and tons of biblical references in TOS. There's a whole episode called Journey to Babel.

But even aside from canon evidence, the idea that religion is something that humans must evolve past in order to reach their full potential is pretty uncharitable. People aren't all going to believe the same thing. The best thing we can hope for in the future is not that people will stop having these different beliefs, but that (so long as they do not condone poor treatment or devaluing of others), we will stop seeing certain religions as barbaric and we can simply believe them and express them without pain. A world where you could walk down the street and see an atheist, a Christian, a Hindu, and any other religion, all treating each other's beliefs with respect, not forcing their views on others. Just listening and understanding.

Quite frankly what we need is more representation of religions in Star Trek. Religions from indigenous peoples, African nations, Asian nations, etc. have seen little coverage or reference in Star Trek at all. And I think that's a shame. Star Trek has always been about growing as people and educating ourselves as times around us change. It doesn't matter if a religion has 100 followers or 100 million followers. People can always learn more about them, and I'd love seeing a future where they are all equally valued and get to be seen.

[marshmallowgoop]

No matter how special it is, a kid's lunch is still just a kid's lunch.

I dunno, I liked "The Genius Restaurant" (Episode 1,089).

Happy (belated) birthday, Jimjam.

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[marfalump]

“It cant hurt you if you dont think about it. It cant hurt you if you dont think about it.”

[writergeekrhw]

Hi! Thanks for asking my questions a while back, but I was rewatching and had another one. I think you said some specific writer who wasn’t you mostly wrote the Sisko baseball stuff, so I was curious: what were the team loyalties for people writing that, if you remember? My mom thought it must be a National League team because in the scene where they’re on their first date, Sisko seems to approve of Kasidy’s brother’s league not having a designated hitter. (We’re an AL family — Tigers and Orioles — so she was pretty salty about that, haha.)

Team loyalties of DS9 writers (the ones I remember):

Michael Piller - Creator, main baseball guy - Dodgers - BOOOO!

Ira Behr - Showrunner S3-7 - Yankees - BOOOO!

Ron Moore - Giants - YAY!

Rene Echavarria - Braves I think? He didn't grow up with the Marlins - Shrug

Me - Giants - YAY!

Hans Beimler - Pumas UNAM (Didn't care about baseball, I decided to root for Club América just to be contrary)

Draw your own conclusions!

[lucyschens]

i noticed my tl was a little dead and saw that i still follow a decent number of inactive accounts, sooo... that means it's time for me to follow some new accounts! pls follow and like this if you enjoy and post any of the following and i'll follow you back!:

the rookie, abbott elementary, parks and recreation, new girl, superstore, the office, schitt's creek, psych, 9-1-1, dawson's creek, the o.c., the mentalist, bones, criminal minds, only murders in the building (omitb), hart of dixie, outer banks (obx)

[meep-meep-richie]

Blurry Buddie my beloved

[heroesriseandfall]

Kind of funny when fanfic writers have Tim figure out Dick’s identity by seeing Robin do a quadruple flip in person, because DC writers didn’t even think of that back when they were trying to make it a rule that Robin couldn’t be seen on TV so the Batfam could be urban legends. They just still had Tim see Robin do a flip on TV and never tried to explain how Robin could be an urban legend and still have his exploits broadcasted on TV by professional news media.

[coffeegnomee]

the one thing i really miss is how there was a fan run dsmp wiki where they live updated during lore everything that was happening and interwove all the povs. That shit was the only reason I could understand what had happened

[kcrabb88]

Ted Lasso is a masterclass in two things: character-driven storytelling, and BUILD. The writers on this show know how to structure and place things that pay off later and that is missing waaay too much in the modern media landscape and I just respect the hell out of them.

[local-mysterys]

Put up and decorated our Christmas tree, so obviously it's Christmas special's time~ aka hello 9-1-1, bones, criminal minds, station 19, supernatural and every other favorite show similar to them lol.

[r0semultiverse]

Negative experiences with a childhood educational institution okayyy lmao

These questions are fascinating... the blood part made me think of vampires.

"Viability as subject – none" "Viability as agent – low" "Viability as catalyst – Medium" Compatibility ratings to be an avatar, cryptid hunter, or avatar's henchman maybe?? 👀👀👀

Gerry?!?! Again??? Or different guy? Also cursed objects???

Bro doesn't like dungeons & dragons? L

Is this dungeons & dragons game about to turn real like Jumanji???

Okay different Gerry I guess. Woahhh cursed dice???

Wtf kinda game uses two d6s? 👀

Oh this piece of shit just pawned off cursed dice on you & asked you to leave. Rude. 😩

Yes, tell me the next bit please, I'm curious.

You roll them & stuff happens?? Wait, do the dice rolling around in your pocket count as rolling them? I can see how that would be bad.

Gambling on life jfc.

Wait it's not random?? That's wackyyy.

Dice rolling is really fun. I'd probably roll them too just once to see what happens, especially if I didn't have the insight into them being cursed.

Uh oh.... what's gonna happen to Gary? 👀

Oh shit-

Bro said "one more game."

Hmm what are you up to, Lena? 👀 Why is this Nigel guy so important? Why are his companions important?

"Try to keep calm while you're there?" 😶 why?

"Bigfoot’s a good lay"

Adventures with Alice?! 👀 Oh Hell yeah!

Anyone else suddenly worried about Alice's safety? 👀

[starryyvenus]

Tell me why I’m watching lone star and all I’m thinking about is buck getting struck by lightning it’s all I can think about

[deadlydelicious]

it's wild to me that sometimes this show is serious on the level of Lucy having PTSD flashbacks of her singing to herself as she slowly dies of suffocation, and sometimes it has Pete Davidson guest star as basically himself playing Nolan's half brother

A+ tonal inconsistancty, I love it. this is what I crave from network television

[storm-of-feathers]

i sleep through all the big news sometimes but at least i can say most of the time i find out big news through news apps and not destiel

[chbnews]

Hey, new kid in Cabin 10 here. I’ve been asking my siblings when I get a weapon, but a bunch of them are saying that “I don’t need one because I’m a child of Aphrodite.” Is that true, and if not, when do I get a weapon?

Heyo! If you want to get a weapon or have one made go down to cabin 9. They’ll give you a small form to fill out on what type of weapon you would want and your fighting style. If you don’t know your fighting style you can ask somebody from cabin 5 (don’t worry they’re pretty nice once you get to know them). -Katie Gardener 🌱

[demonvampire180writes]

Date at the Animal Shelter

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“We’re only going to look, Evan. We’re too busy to have animals.” Tommy reminded his boyfriend for the fifth time in the last hour. Today was the first day off they’d had together in what felt like months and Evan had asked if they could go see the animals at the surrounding shelters. Tommy knew how much the man loved animals - cats, dogs, rabbits, hamsters, you name it, he loved them - so he was hard pressed to tell him no. It’s not that Tommy didn’t also love the cute, furry, four legged fiends, but his love was on an entirely different level. The two of them would run a farm if Tommy let Evan keep every stray animal he brought home with puppy dog eyes, begging to keep them until they could get them to a shelter.

It had only been five months and Tommy didn’t have enough fingers and toes to keep count any longer.

“No, look, I know.” Evan replied as he slipped on his shoes, looking stunning in a tight fitting black t-shirt and a pair of slim fit joggers. “But I figured I could offer to like, help walk the dogs or something while we’re there. The shelter is always short staffed and getting to hang out with some dogs seems like a pretty awesome thing to do on my day off.”

“You know, walking the dogs is how you end up falling in love with one, right?” Tommy teased, pulling Evan into a side hug to kiss his temple. Evan batted at him with a pout on his lips which caused Tommy to laugh and plant another sloppy kiss, this one to his cheek. “No animals, Evan Buckley.” He reiterated once more, booping his boyfriend on the nose before dancing away from his flailing arms. He thought he heard him mutter, we’ll see about that, under his breath as he scowled through the doorway but Tommy chose to believe the man knew better.

An hour later they were at the LA County Human Society. Evan made an immediate beeline for the caged animals where an enormous brown rabbit munched on some hay, its beady eyes focused everywhere but at the people. Evan poked his finger between the bars and cooed at the animal, trying his darndest to get it to move closer so he could pet it. Tommy watched on fondly, hands in his pockets, but didn’t move any closer.

After a couple minutes of futilely trying to win the rabbit over, Evan moved to another stack of cages where a couple of chunky guinea pigs curled up under their little plastic castle, snoring away. In a different cage, one lay pressed against the bars as he squeaked softly, seemingly unbothered by the chaos of the shelter. Evan looked beyond gleeful as he stuck his fingers once more through the cage bars to stroke the unruly black fur of the rodent. Even after the creature tried to take a chunk out of him he turned to Tommy with the widest smile and beamed, “Isn’t he just the cutest?”

Tommy humphed. “For a rodent.” Hey, he didn’t hate the creatures but he didn’t quite understand the concept of keeping them around as pets. Evan cocked an eyebrow at him but said nothing. Instead he turned back around, peering into each cage and attempting to pet any living thing within reach.

Once he’d finished his perusal of small animals, he washed his hands in the provided sink and they made their way into the cat colonies. There were about twenty cages, stacked two high, lined along one wall. On the other side were five small rooms, no more than 4x6 feet big with cat trees and litter boxes pressed against the glass walls. At the very end were three brightly colored doors with medium sized windows to look through. They were, Tommy assumed, the visiting rooms. 

A litany of meows surrounded them as the small creatures pushed themselves against their enclosures, trying their hardest to garner the humans’ attention. Some of the cages hosted two or three kitten sized cats, a chowder of them if you will, while most of them seemed to host one full grown animal. Tommy joined his boyfriend in the cooing this time, approaching each cage with a grin on his face as he poked his fingers through so he could stroke their soft fur.

One cage held a terrified white and black spotted cat named Mary who laid in her litter box, her pupils dilated so big you couldn’t tell what color her eyes were. Another held an orange cat named Georgie who rubbed himself aggressively against the bars, screaming the song of his people. One of the cages with kittens had a trio named after different types of French buns. Another with a litter named after Little Debbie sweet treats.

The two men stopped at each one, spending just a little bit of time with every animal, Tommy’s heart breaking just a bit as he thought about how some of these guys would stay trapped in their cages until they breathed their last. The oldest he’d seen was Mary at fourteen. While she looked healthy, Tommy knew it could be difficult to find adopters for elderly animals. Everyone wanted babies they could raise and mold into their own. He hoped that someone would get that beautiful girl out of her shell and into a good home.

They wandered over to the other wall to peer into the glass enclosures, staring as the cats napped and played. It was in the last room that Evan stopped to stare. Tommy followed his line of sight and mentally let out a breath, knowing that he may have just lost the battle. A small grey and white tabby cat batted at a catnip ball hanging from one of shelves on the floor to ceiling cat trees. It had an elastic band and the cutie would grab onto it with his claws before promptly falling to side to bunny kick the hell out of it, biting into it like he was biting into his prey. He was perfect. With the exception of one thing.

This beautiful baby had one eye.

Tommy looked at the paperwork hanging in the window, searching until he found info for the cat Evan’s eyes hadn’t left. Finding it, he let out a snort that finally got the other man’s attention. “What?” He asked, his eyes drawn back to the cat.

“His name.” Tommy laughed, knowing that telling Evan was basically setting their fate in stone.

“What about it?” He asked, his hand on the door to the enclosure.

“Evan.” Tommy grabbed the man's hand and pulled him to stand next to him, forcing him to look. As soon as he saw it he guffawed, his blue eyes sparkling with pure mirth. “Evan, his name is Jack Sparrow.” The one year old had been found, malnourished, in the streets and had been surrendered to the shelter by his heroes. He’d been neutered, and vaccinated, and was ready to be taken home that day. “A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“I think he’s perfect.”

“If you go in there Evan, we’re going to be leaving this shelter with a cat. What did I say before I agreed to come here with you?” His tone was exasperated, but he felt fondness tugging at his heart, loving the way his boyfriends eyes softened as he stared in at the perfectly imperfect animal. Tommy knew, deep in his bones, that the animal could’ve been a hideous, deranged, mess, and Evan would’ve had the compassion to see him and want to take him in and Tommy loved him all the more for it. One missing eye wasn’t a deterrent in the least.

“I just want to say hi.” The man insisted, tugging Tommy towards the door. Sighing, he let himself be dragged in where the cat took immediately to both of them, scenting their legs as he rubbed himself all over them, trying his little best to crawl up their pant legs. Thank God they were both wearing slightly thicker material because this cat had claws like a lion and they were sharper than knives.

Evan leaned down and scooped Jack into his arms, resting the baby’s front paws on his shoulder while supporting his hind paws on his forearm. Jack began to purr, his motor loud enough to be heard across the room, and rubbed himself all over Evan’s stubble. Evan ran his hand down the cat's back, speaking in soft tones as he cuddled him, laughing as he was aggressively pet back

 Tommy’s heart melted and he couldn’t stop the wild image of snuggling on the couch with Jack nestled between them, one paw on Tommy’s leg with his tail curled over Buck’s. Shaking out the image, Tommy said, “Alright Evan, time to go.” His boyfriend’s face fell, and as he expected, was reluctant to put his new friend down. It took another handful of strokes, and softly whispered I love you’s before he could bear to let go. Tommy wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in close. “We don’t have time.” He whispered, nuzzling his cheek with his nose. “I’d love to bring him home, but we just can’t right now.”

“I know.” Evan huffed, dejected. “Let’s go see the dogs now. I wanna ask if we can help walk them.” Tommy nodded and pulled his boyfriend along, his chest tight as he watched Evan look back towards the cat area repeatedly, his eyes full of yearning.

The younger man's mood bounced back as soon as they entered the dog pens. If the cats had been loud, the dogs were deafening as they barked and growled at the visitors. But neither of them cared. Buck’s head swiveled, looking for an employee, and as soon as he found one he made a beeline for her, his own tail wagging as he approached. Tommy didn’t pay him any mind, instead glancing briefly into each kennel. A lot of the dogs were laying down on their beds, staring with big, pleading eyes into the outside as if all their energy had been drained from them. A few of them stood at their gates, tails wagging as they greeted each new stranger with abandon.

There mostly seemed to be big dogs, the smallest being a Jack Russel mixed with something else kind of small. And a lot of these ladies and fellas were older, with the youngest being three years old. There must’ve been a recent surge of surrenders and he briefly wondered why. His heart broke for these guys. Or he thought it had. Until he came upon a kennel with a dog that lay in its bed, facing away from the outside world. Tommy could just make out a pair of long, floppy ears, its coat a greying red-brown and white. The dog's sides barely moved as it breathed.

I wonder if it’s sick… Tommy thought, frowning. If it was, hopefully the shelter realized and took care of the problem. He stepped back from the gates so he could read the clipboard with information.

Name: Rudy

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Breed: Basset Hound Mix

Spayed/Neutered: Yes

Declawed: No

Reason for surrender:

Tommy’s heart really did nearly stutter to a stop.

Reason for surrender: My elderly dad unfortunately passed away. The shelter called all of my aunts and uncles, to see if someone would take me in, but nobody wanted me. So I came here. I might be old, but I still love to play. I also love to sit at my human’s feet as we watch the wind blow by together. I’d do better in an environment without small children.

Adoption fee: $175, Forget Me Not!

A huge orange sticker was stuck to the bottom of the page with those three words in bold type. Tommy looked over the page and found that Rudy had already been here for three months, and was constantly overlooked due to his age. Wanting to cry, Tommy slowly got into a crouch and clicked his tongue. “Rudy. Hey buddy, hey. Won’t you come say hi?” The animal didn’t move, but Tommy wasn’t about to give up. He softly called his name until those huge, floppy ears perked up and the old man slowly turned to look at him. Tommy whimpered as those giant eyes met his, Rudy’s eyes big and brown with his muzzle turned mostly grey. “C’mere buddy.” Tommy reached into the pail attached to the door to grab a treat, saddened when he realized that Rudy’s pail was mostly full compared to all the other dogs. He held it through the bars and clicked his tongue once more.

Rudy sniffed the air, looking back and forth between it and Tommy before, after a long, long while, getting slowly to his feet. Clearly his old bones ached but he jumped from the bed and lumbered over, giving the treat a smell before licking it. Deciding it was a good enough offering, he very gently took it between his teeth and pulled it from Tommy’s fingers. Tommy grinned like a loon, reaching out to pet the dog on its knobby little head, wanting to kick his feet with glee as the old boy allowed it. When Rudy finished his treat, Tommy held his hand in front of his nose to let him get a smell, and to his joy, received his first doggy kiss, timid as it was.

Internally he was groaning because, if Evan had been gone on Jack Sparrow, Tommy knew that his heart had just been stolen by an elderly dog named Rudy. And he knew, in his heart of hearts, that they’d be going home with not one animal today, but two. And for once it’d be all his fault.

Evan appeared then, out of thin air, appearing disappointed. “What’s up, baby?” Tommy asked, standing to meet his boyfriend’s eyes, reaching out to stroke his shoulders.

Evan peered around him as he muttered, “They said that they have volunteer dog walkers, but I have to go through a training program before I can take them out.”

“That’s too bad.” Tommy said, sincerely, knowing that Evan had been so excited about coming here to do just that. “Maybe you can sign up for one of the classes and next time we come you can take someone out.” He perked up at this.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, why not? I’m sure it would be fun.”

“Will you come with me?”

Tommy pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Absolutely. Now, I think it’s about time we headed out. It’s getting late and we haven’t had lunch.”

“I didn’t get to say hi to all the dogs.” Evan pouted, looking longingly into each of the kennels he could see from where they were standing.

Tommy brushed his hair back and looked into his eyes. “I said hi to every single one, I promise. Will that do for today? I’m really, really hungry.”

Evan sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Good. Now I have to go to the bathroom before we make the drive back, can you take the keys and go wait in the car?”

“Maybe I can stay here and pet the dogs while you’re in there…?” He sounded hopeful, but Tommy shook his head, a dastardly plan half formed in his head. “Why not?”

“If I don’t take long enough for you to pet all of them, you’ll be even more sad so take the loss this time, alright?” Tommy brushed his thumb over the pink birthmark over Evan’s eye, smiling indulgently at him, knowing he’d won the battle as soon as Evan breathed in deep and let it out in the most put upon sigh he’d ever heard.

“Yeah, I guess. Give me your damn keys.” Tommy patted him on the shoulder before digging his keys out of his front pocket and handing them over. “Don’t take too long. Now that you mentioned food, I’m starved.” It was his turn to lean in and press his lips to Tommy’s, giving them a little lick before pulling away. Tommy watched him go, making sure his boyfriend was far around the corner before approaching the front desk.

“I’d like to make an adoption please…”

Twenty minutes later, arms laden down with the bare basics, and one of the shelter workers assisting with Rudy and a bag of dog food, Tommy exited the shelter; his wallet was significantly lighter than when they’d gotten there, but he’s not sure he could be mad about it. “Can you stand back just a bit? This is kind of a surprise for my boyfriend.” Tommy asked the brunette following him. She grinned, and nodded, slowing her pace more than he did as he approached the car. Instead of the driver’s side, he approached the passenger side and pulled open the door.

“Tommy, what the heck took so long-” Evan didn’t even get the question out before Tommy set the shaking box down in his lap. Evan’s eyes went huge as he flicked his eyes between the box, then Tommy, then back to the box again, his hands held up as if in a hostage situation. He swallowed hard as his eyes landed once more on Tommy. “Y… You didn’t?”

Tommy leaned away for a moment to take Rudy’s leash, thanking the young woman helping him out. She nodded again, leaned the bag of food against the rear wheel, and disappeared back inside the building. A plaintive meow came from the box, Jack feeling a bit restless inside the confined space. This seemed to snap Evan out of it as he hurriedly pulled it open to rescue the little furball. His eyes welled with tears as he held Jack to his chest, looking at Tommy with so much love it was almost visible to the naked eye.

“Well, you know, I didn’t think it would be fair if I got to bring someone home and you didn’t.” Tommy elaborated, bringing Rudy into Evan’s line of sight. He gasped again, staring into the basset hounds sad, pitiful eyes. “Evan. Meet Rudy. Rudy, meet your other new dad.”

Still holding Jack tightly to his chest, Evan leaned out the door to let Rudy sniff him before stroking his big old head, grinning even as a tear streaked down his face. Once he’d had his fill, at least for the moment, he reached out and grabbed Tommy by the back of the neck to pull him in for what was most definitely an obscene kiss that could’ve possibly gotten them arrested. When they broke apart, Evan breathed against his lips, “I love you, Tommy Kinard. I love you so Goddamn much.” Then kissed him again.

Tommy rested their foreheads together for just a moment as he replied, “Love you too, Evan Buckley. Don’t you forget it.” Then Jack yowled, squirming so hard Evan nearly lost his hold on him to which he promptly shouted, shit! before pushing Tommy away and slamming the door shut. Laughing, Tommy led Rudy towards the back door and pulled it open, lifting the dog into the backseat where he quickly settled, resting his head on his paws as he stared at his new dad. The workers said that he might take a while to warm up, to get some of his energy back, but Tommy didn’t care one way or another. He loved this dog, to the moon and back, no matter what, and he was just so excited to watch his family grow.

Stashing their new supplies in the trunk, he hopped into the driver’s seat, excited for the evening, and days ahead.