90skindofworld:

Star Trek: Generations (1994)

will-riker:

bc of this pic

fistoffight:

_{Disability Fest: Character Spotlight | Geordi La Forge}

_{“I’m seeing my reflection in a panel. Forgot what a handsome guy I am.”}

killertune:

Star Trek TNG Buttons! My favorite 90s space drama in the whole entire world!

I’m going to be selling these buttons at Anaheim’s upcoming Wondercon this weekend. I hope to reach out to all the other Trekkie fans out there!

The buttons will also be available for purchase in my STORENVY after the convention weekend!

onetobeamup:

onetobeamup:

Geordi stopped short and cursed. ”Of course the day I forget my umbrella is the day it rains,” he grumbled.

Data scanned the street. “We are only a block from your apartment. If we run, we will not get too wet.”

Geordi sighed and cupped his hands to protect his glasses. “All right, one…two…three!”

They took off, and Data immediately passed Geordi. The rain slid down Data’s smooth hair to fly out in a spray behind him. That was the last thing Geordi saw before the raindrop landed on his glasses.

He wiped it off, but found that in removing his hand he had allowed ten more to land. He kept running, his vision swirling, but his foot caught in something, and he stumbled.

“Data!”

Footsteps, splashing in water. “Geordi?”

“My glasses - I can’t see!”

He heard a rumble of thunder. “Data!”

“I am here, Geordi!” Data said, and a hand closed around Geordi’s wrist. “I will lead you.”

He gently tugged, and Geordi gripped Data’s wrist as well. Together, they ran, feet splashing. Geordi nearly slipped, but Data caught him with a deft arm around the waist.

Data kept his arm around Geordi’s waist as he led him into the apartment building and up the stairs to Geordi’s apartment. Only once the door was shut did Data let go.

Geordi dragged his sleeve across his glasses, but that just made them worse.

“Here, Geordi,” Data said, and pressed a towel into Geordi’s hands. Geordi wiped his glasses, and slowly, everything came back into focus. 

The first thing he noticed, however, was Data’s face.

“Thanks,” he said. “That’s why I usually carry an umbrella.”

It wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but Data seemed to understand.

“I will always help you, Geordi.” (x)

IT WAS RAINING YESTERDAY AND I FELT LIKE DRAWING SOME DD9 FLUFF AND THEN hermioneofvulcan WROTE THIS AND I COULDN’T DRAW IT THEN BECAUSE AT THAT POINT IT WAS TOO LATE TO DRAW ANYTHING BUT I LOVED IT SO MUCH SO HERE IT IS NOW and now i read the fic again and i may have taken small liberties shit  also i threw in a reference to Ladyyatexel’s dd9 fic eyy

song

_{It would appear that my program designed to predict emotional responses needs… adjustment.}

<sub>- I am inexperienced in such matters. I require advice.
- Well, don’t look at me.</sub>