Person: Sir I Am In Desperate Need Of Help Do You Think You Can Do Something

Concept: Garak meeting Data. At first, Garak is curious about this android Julian speaks so highly of, hoping for some delightful literature debate. The moment Data walks into view, however, and Data says, "I am eager to spend my shore leave here on the station" Garak gets distracted by the fact that Data is spending his shore leave in his uniform. Naturally, Garak invites Data to his shop to find him something a little more casual and fashionable to wear, but that proves an impossible challenge: Data simply does not style. Garak can find clothes that suit him, that accentuate his skin tone (and then de-accentuate it when Data requests so in an effort to look more human), and he can find styles that suit Data's body type... but none of that changes the fact that Data wears clothes the same way the average person chooses a padd to work with: with no regard for aesthetic whatsoever. Being an android, he has no concept of personal style, and is equally comfortable working clothed or nude, and only wears clothes because of social expectation. Therefore, no matter what Garak styles him in, it ends up looking bland and drab, because Data never really feels the clothes he wears or takes pride in the cut or the make or how it looks on him or any of it.

Finally, Data finds something that he wants to wear, and worse, it's not even from his shop (but then, of course not: Garak would die before allowing a fashion monstrosity like that to come into existence with his own hands). The item of clothing in question: The most hideous cat-print breezy beach shirt Garak has even seen, in a horrid kitchen wall yellow that puts all of Julian's fashion crimes to shame. And then, to top it all off, the yellow brings out Data's eyes nicely, and he enjoys wearing it because the cat on the print reminds him of Spot... which means he looks good in it.

Garak visits sickbay with several fractured knuckles on his right hand, and Julian jokingly asks: "Did you punch a bulkhead?" Garak laughs, but Miles mentions having to repair an odd fist-shaped dent in the bulkhead in Garak's shop, and makes the same joking remark: "I didn't take Garak for a punching a bulkhead kind of guy, but I don't know how else it could have happened."

Suddenly, his joke doesn't seem like much of a joke.

bask in my extremely correct headcanon. Jean-Luc Picard asexual icon

out of curiosity what's the legal age for buying/ drinking alcohol in your country?

Why?!

Why is the Bull fandom so small?!

If you’re in the Bull fandom repost. I’m super curious.

If clubbing and partying was a video game I would be the perfect supporter. Hear me out, I am that asexual arospec friend who doesn’t drink but does Krav Maga and drinks way too much energy drinks. So I will never leave you alone for an attractive person and I will never be too drunk or too tired to help you. Got a creepy man annoying you? I can kick his ass. Drank too much? I’ll make sure you get home safely. The only thing that might be a little tricky is my noise sensitivity due to my autism but that can be fixed with noise cancelling headphones or earplugs. Also my social skills are not very good, so I won’t disturb your conversations. I will just lurk in a corner and wait until somebody needs my help. All in all I’m a good add on for a team of friends who want to go partying and need a supporter.

I have this vision of Holmes getting sick or injured while out investigating, idk, anything that puts him into a vulnerable position really. But he will politely but very sternly prohibit anyone from fussing, or helping or touching him, insisting they GET WATSON, and that's his last word on it. And when Watson finally arrives, Holmes all but melts into his care, and Lestrade realises a) oh Mr Holmes was really not feeling great and b) those two have something really special going on

the neurodivergent experience:

20% of the time: wowwieee!!! i love my passions and interests!!!!! they make me so happy i want to jump up and down!!!!! weee!!!!!!! :3333333333

80% of the time: this mind is a prison

idk if it's just me but i'm glad that the majority of people outside of here believe tumblr is a dead site because like i've been here for 13 years and like this is my house??? i don't need thousands upon thousands of people flocking here it'd be like inviting chimps to a house party total fucking carnage

I propose: A raccoon!

Anyone who says Sherlock Holmes would be a cat is wrong. He is not. That man is the most dog-coded anyone can get. Watson literally describes him as a golden retriever in The Adventure of the Dancing Men. If anything, Watson is the cat of the duo.

Edit: me when I’m called out by sherlock is a cat blogs 💀. he does have cat traits lol but the amount of times I’m reading acd and I’m reminded of dogs I know-

Yes, he is! He absolutely is!

Whenever I see someone discovering Ronald Howard's Holmes, I get so happy.

It is THE SHIT!

It captures Holmes' sillyness beautifully (even tho to a comedic degree), Watson actually doesn't resemble a Hamster and is, for lack of a better word 'cool', the dynamic between Holmes and Watson is sweet and amazing, for 20-minute episodes, the plot is great,

Oh, I love this series so much!

It is one of my favourite Sherlock Holmes adaptations, if not my favourite one! If you haven't seen it, give it a try, it is so worth it!!

I’ve just discovered the 1954 version of Sherlock Holmes and I think it’s tied with Jeremy Brett for my favorite holy shit