cadetkiirk:

deforest kelley
on playing
doctor mccoy

onetobeamup:

ok this definitely could have turned out much better but the lighting is pretty cool 

there was dd9!lore thing and i needed it in my life

bevcrushers:

10th anniversary cast caricatures
           ↳ as seen in Starlog Magazine (x)

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

goodsprings:

data + costumes

mylittleredgirl:

William T. Riker is my forever TV crush for all the reasons pictured above.

fystfanart:

Data playing violin for Spot by BewitchedCat

driftwoodthrone:

More and more when you see the fans it makes sense, like I had somebody—it started sort of normally: “I just wanted to thank you, it was very important… When I went to my first foster home, we went to the living room they turned on their TV, and your face was on the screen, and we all sat and watched that show.” He said, “I think you just became my mother-figure, you became sort of this voice of reason.” Then we were talking and I thought isn’t that interesting and then he said, “and you know, through all 12 foster homes.” And I was like [visibly taken aback] — from all 12 foster homes you were the constant because your show was on the air, and you were the constant in my life. You take what you can get, and if you get constancy from watching a figure on television, and that’s going to help you survive—that’s great.

— Gates McFadden, on

why Star Trek gives people hope [x]