#me Picard ramble

[just-seeing-everything]

Picard S3E4

[r0zzk1ll]

kind of a coincidence that geordi naturally has trouble with women and he was with aquiel that one time but she was never mentioned ever again (GEE I WONDER WHY), and data had a girlfriend but immediately lost her after trying too hard (GEE I W

kind of a coincidence that data hyperfixated on media with two characters that are basically gay for each other and then told geordi "can u be the watson to my sherlock please please please please p" and he went "ok!" and then they cosplay said characters like they AREN'T in a relationship like okaayyy

kind of a coincidence that geordi's the chief engineer and a total nerd and data is the most technologically built lifeform on the enterprise (and also a total nerd), so of course geordi is his doctor, and obviously there's sexual tension bc he's literally playing with his wires like come on

kind of a coincidence that data only really gets visibly nervous/worried whenever geordi is in danger ("i have no emotions mcgee when geordi is in trouble") and geordi is overly aggressive/tense whenever data's off on his own/something happens to him

KIND OF A COINCIDENCE THAT GEORDI'S SO-CALLED WIFE IS NEVER MENTIONED OR EVEN NAMED IN PICARD!!!!!! JUST A THOUGHT TO PUT OUT THERE

what isn't a coincidence though is that they're literally polar opposites in every way and made to be soulmates totally not homoerotic best friends

just look at how they fucking look at each other for example like good god merge your quarters already freaks

[cchipollo]

had to stop halfway through the second voyager q episode but. why is q genuinely irritating now NOOOO

[reginaldqueribundus]

a great example of the difference between TNG and DS9 is how Picard got all grouchy about Worf resolving Klingon political crises with murder but Sisko straight up suggested it. Worf righteously slew the scheming bastard who killed his baby momma and besmirched his family name and bonus it meant the guy who actually didn't hate the Federation became Chancellor, but Picard told him “now now Mr. Worf we mustn't go around killing people even if it creates a politically favorable situation for us, tut tut. I have to put a formal reprimand on your employee file”

meanwhile Sisko calls Worf into his office and says hey Worf. Chancellor Gowron is fucking up my war. Can you do a little...you know... *makes stabbing motions* and Worf goes uh you mean you want me to talk him Klingon to Klingon? appeal to his honour? and Sisko's like no he sucks and I want you to go kill him about it

[tea-earl-grey]

lower decks is the best star trek show. i'm not taking constructive criticism at this time

[constablequodo]

This image makes me feel so many fucking emotions. You can just tell Q was waiting so long for this, and he never really expected it to actually happen 😭😭😭

I'm not the biggest fan of this series, and I only really thoroughly enjoyed when Data came back, but something about this scene is just so fucking special and important to me and I can't believe it's real and it actually happened.

[spocks-husband]

I know for a FACT that after he's done dicking me down until I cannot walk speak or think, Jean-Luc Picard would make me the loveliest, most satisfying vegetable soup I have EVER had with a VERY large piece of baguette on the side and he would wrap me in a blanket and pet my head and put on an old movie and say things like "you're so right babe no one else understands Romeo And Juliet the way you do, your interpretation of their character arcs is so unique and brilliant. By the way, do you want me to perform Shylocks monologue for you again?" And you know what I would say? Fucking nothing because my mouth is full of soup and I'm still recovering from being fucked into the Nexus, so I just nod my little head and watch him get up and go get one of my Shakespeare books and recite my favorite tragedies for me. I love my husband. Fuck.

[landfilloftrash]

It was much like the human task of sewing. Stitching and mending a mangled piece of abused time like a threadbare blanket only to be dissatisfied and start it all anew.

The tear of reality is not quite a sound that can be heard or felt when you’re inside of it’s life giving touch, but to those cursed, blessed, or born into a existence outside of reality’s all encompassing reach, it echoed against your essence. Rippling and panic inducing, if you’re unprepared for it.

Just like fabric.

Figures then that most mortals call it something along those lines; clothes worn by life, the sash that binds, etc.-- or in human vernacular, as he’d been woefully using all too frequently as of late; the fabric of reality.

When it resounded through the Continuum, everyone had paused. New things always drew attention and curiosity, and the fact none of them had done this brought its own wave of questions. Who did that? Was there a Q that cut themselves off? A mortal species, or even just one of their kind, ascending without Their knowledge and had just tried to change something but caused a wound instead?

But no. It was a mortal. Just a mortal. And the curiosity wore off. Oh it’s just one of them.

He hadn’t exactly, well, hidden the burst of bright and loud anger that had ricocheted violently through his dismay before he suddenly was gone-- the rapid undercurrent of panic hastening his movements through the flurry of breaking time.

Because none of them checked which mortal it had been, and how prone he was to causing changes that would ripple across the entire tapestry and timelines.

And this one had been a huge one. A paradox that had crunched reality into a fine paste, unraveling it until it would be a ball of unusable string, locking him in with the rest of the mortals until it was fixed-- as the future that came after it could not be told, and everything that came before suggested nothing that would lead to this.

The very strings of fabric falling apart at their seams, melting and fracturing in equal hearing-splitting measure, and they dismissed it because it was a mortal.

Sure, it would all be rewritten. All start again. The cosmos would be born again and everything that ever was and ever will be will be stitched into a beautiful masterpiece that They would admire— for as long as it was new and different. Reality would fix itself as it always did when confronted with things that didn’t fit it’s intricate embroidery.

But it would do it in a way that removes the things causing it problems. A method the Continuum adopted from the quilt they could interact with, but never truly be apart of, he could only presume. ‘Get rid of it so it was never wanted.’

Aghck-! Damn. Watch your focus, you forsaken fool.

It was almost funny, the irony of showing this one mortal how the tapestry of life was made, connected through intricate threads that could not be severed without changing the whole picture, and yet he did so, uncaring of the consequences until he got there.

And got there he did.

Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

The initial tear had been by his renowned mortal Jean-Luc Picard, but every tear after that was by Q himself, trying to fix what he’d helped set in motion.

Ticking clocks mocked him.

Every time the clock’s timer ran out, Renée not talked back into doing the mission, or dying in a multitude of ways gone wrong, the Borg assimilated them all-- conquering the human race for the first time, (as they would have been without his warning over centuries later) the 21st century ICE detained Rios out of the mortals reach, Raffi and Seven arrested and detained, Soong gaining too much ground, Picard dying-- every time they failed, he tore out the lining in the tapestry and started again, cursing it all the while.

They always changed slightly. No two tries were exactly the same, so he’d always have to be ready for the minutiae to shift, for different events, but many things stayed firm. Multiple of these rehashes, he’d told Picard exactly what was happening-- no tricks, no playful words, not even a smidgen. But he refused to listen, claiming him to play tricks and this was just that. A trick.

A trick he says! Like the stars weren’t melting outside of this stitch he was making, sealing it every time they got closer to what they needed, and tore it out to start again when the wrong path started to manifest.

Three days. Over, and over, and over again.

Insanity at the very heart of its definition.

But his game was no longer broad strokes of a brush on a canvas— a trial for all of humanity— but the needlepoint accuracy for one being alone. Someone who’s lining touched so many, would need to continue to intertwine carefully with the loved ones of the future past, and would continue to influence the tapestry if he had any damn say in it; and, oh, look at that-! He did. 

He was almost 100% sure that had he been forced to be a mortal again, (not that he’d ever wish that— not even for—- becoming less than and suddenly so, so hindered was…) right this second, right the very nanosecond he was existing in, that he would have become a semi-decent embroiderer.

Just-- get it right, would you? Then we can all call it a day. I’m bleeding all over this from how much I’ve pricked myself on this darn thing.

Occasionally he did have to drop in so things would stay on course, but that was any good director’s job. Let them play this out. Let them play it out over and over until the final cut, until Jean-Luc learned he was worthy. Someone who was not his father, understanding be damned, and worthy— so so worthy— of love. Most of the time, he didn’t— well— have the time to play the dramatic ‘villain’ of their little escapade; his efforts and energy focused on the tear.  Drama was the heart of how he did things, but saying he was ‘a suture in the wound’ wasn’t... quite the exaggeration he could play it off as. His anger had revealed a shade too close to how invested he was. He was running out of threads to pull from his own pattern, his ‘life-blood’, his very own being to stitch into the gaping wound. In addition, all the repeating the exact same times over and over was almost like a motion sickness, a nausea gripping him as the same seconds ticked by— making him ill. A madness creeping into the very essence of his being and his fervor. He could feel it. His chaos no longer just playful— a very real and diseased part of him, now clawing it’s way into his actions and movements. At this point he should just throw in the towel, accept that reality would rewrite all the offending parties out, destroy the Borg, destroy-- but, what did humans call it? Sunk-cost fallacy? He had put too much effort into it. It was tiring. Too much time into it. They were running out of time. He was running out time.

One more time. I’ll be fine. We’ll get it right this time. Heed the stars, Jean-Luc, mon capitaine, this time, they will lead you home.

[lenievi]

SkyShowtime: Here, FINALLY, have Star Trek Discovery

Me: !!!!!!!

SkyShowtime: it's just the first three seasons for now

Me: .............................................

(ok, the 4th comes on the 22nd and then the 5th in April. Good)

[revolutionsoftheheart]

one thing i did not think about when i set out to write five is that it's really hard to break up one of your favourite fictional couples, let alone having to do it five times.

i love angst, don't get me wrong, but i also just want them to be happy, and here i am making them love each other and fight and break up, over and over again, in a way that has to be believable. i'm basically constructing a headcanon where they are not meant to be and it makes me sad.

[lesbiangracehanson]

my watching-picard-s3 mood board 😌❤️

[just-seeing-everything]

Riker lost his no thoughts face but I'm loving his expressions in this episode

[lonely-night]

but seriously how many times seven and raffi have to break up and how many times data has to die lmao make it make sense

[the-lady-general]

this was brought to my attention

do you remember when you used to be an explorer, jean-luc?

[emometalhead]

I think my most controversial Star Trek: Next Gen opinions are that I like Wesley, but I don't really like Riker.

[txngledbxnds]

Did anyone else see Jack Crusher and go "Tintin!!"