𝑀𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒

𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒'𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝐼𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤.

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡

TORETH! I NEED SOME CRAFT SUPPLIES!! www.tumblr.com/phvck/773669...

𝑃𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑦

pffft

𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑜...𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒

Never turn your back on a Breen The Xindi though...ick

𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡

@sidirectormarta.bsky.social >:|

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦!" 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘰𝘷 𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦-

Those brows. >:|

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙

So pretty💚

𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑.

Not the Id monster!

𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒, 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. "BBRRROOOIINNNNGG!" ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑟ℎ𝑛𝑖𝑖𝑎𝑙, 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝐷'𝑗𝑟𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑜𝑟. >:|

𝑀𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠

Mrrrrrp!

Geordi's sex robot is being rude, ughh

𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠, 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑖𝑙ℎ𝑢𝑛'𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠.

@borglore.bsky.social o.O

Things are happening at Portland's ICE facility tonight. Read more of our protest coverage here: www.oregonlive.com/crime/2025/1...

Itchy brain needs to sketch silly things

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑝 5.4 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠. 𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡. 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙-

𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑖'𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑣

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝘏𝘦𝘪𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑛, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑝 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝘍𝘷𝘪𝘪𝘹 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦-

𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑓. 𝑆𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦, ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦.

𝑆𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛, ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟. "There, do you see it? A trundle bug..." ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. "It won't bite, you can pick it up." 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒-

It's still barbaric >:/

....and if you remade this video today with today's political figures represented in it, you'd probably have a three-letter agency pounding on your door... youtu.be/Yq7FKO5DlV0

𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑠

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑, 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑤𝑎𝑦, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ-

𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑡'𝑖𝑙ℎ𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠

He wanted to weaken us

𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒

I'm gonna go flip all the rocks around there!

𝑃𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 "Soooo...I'm goin' on an away mission..."

𝙏𝑨𝘾𝑲𝙇𝑬𝙎 @verenade.bsky.social !!!!

@mirrorparem.bsky.social EWWW, WHAT JUST FLOATED THROUGH THE HULL?! ***g𝐫a𝐛s a f𝐥y s𝐰a𝐭t𝐞r***

Typical Vulcan then

// nuuuu, my alt text😭 It's the metronome meme, with CHOOSE: Vulcans Romulans and Me, the needle goin' wild cuz I love me some sharp earred Vulcanoids

𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. "Fvadt! Turn that noise off! ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, "Bochra to Engineering, we've dropped out of war, what's going on?!"

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝐼𝑡 𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦. 𝐼𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑦, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚-

SIT!

𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡.