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Data: I am an android. I cannot experience emotions.

Also Data: You must tell Spot he is a pretty cat and a good cat. Bye Spot.

Me: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 fuckingggggg WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT SIR??? YOU ARE SAD BC YOU WILL MISS YOUR CAT! ADMIT IT!!

anyway, I love him

Editing to add that it’s really the way Worf kept trying to leave and Data kept adding instructions. Because he clearly did not want Spot to leave!! Like????? Sir! Sir.

tirlaeyn:

I HAVE FINALLY REACHED THE EPISODE WITH GUL OCETT!! 😍😍 Predictably, I love her.

Oh, Cardassia. Why must you be like this? I definitely shouldn’t find it endearing and yet


OH PICARD LIED TOO! WELL, WELL, WELLL

tirlaeyn:

tirlaeyn:

I shouldn’t be so excited to watch this Cardassian torture Picard, right? Yeah. Oops.

It’s just fascinating! Watching the process! And coming at it ass backwards lmao.

And I can kinda see how this was really the foundation for the Obsidian Order, for Tain and Entek, and even for Garak! Once again it feels a bit like anthropology. Like knowing the fruit, then seeing the fruit on the plant, then watching the seedling grow.

(Also how Picard is not a complete wreck at this point, after the Borg and that whole lifetime in 20mins thing and now this?? I am probably forgetting other situations? Anyway it is remarkable that he is able to hold himself together, and probably unrealistic)