Robin And Nightwing Commission From NYCC 2024

like the first rule of cooking is to have fun and be yourself and the first rule of baking is to stay calm because the dough can sense fear

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“Lower Decks was made by people who hate Star Trek”

No, lower decks was made by people who love Star Trek enough to make an entire show about everything Star Trek is, to put in references to episodes that barely anyone knows about, to watch all of Star Trek enough to know every stereotype and running gag in the fandom, and to still make the show able to stand on its own 2 feet.

They put in a reference to the animated series episode “the infinite Vulcan” where Spock is cloned to be a massive Vulcan, they put in a reference in the comics about “The way to Eden” in their first edition, these are people who care about Star Trek enough to find every nook and cranny of it, and create a likeable show about it.

I am also a firm believer that if you truly like a show, you are able to point out that it does have flaws, and to accept that, and I feel that lower decks does that perfectly. It shows that your little perfect Star Trek show has flaws and inconsistencies, but shows that you can still enjoy watching the show, as well as you can fix those mistakes or just have it be funny.

I really like lower decks. 🫠

I feel confident enough to post these now. A collection of all the existing posters after some edits from the other post that got 13k notes! These are full size/quality. Go nuts.

You may use them for wallpapers, tabletop campaigns, whatever. Consider tipping me or buying a print or sticker on ko-fi here! If you do use them, let me know what for, or send pictures!

One day river has a dream. He's old. To his mind's eye, he looks like his grandfather. He's in a care facility exactly like the one he dropped David off at - except River isn't alone. There's another old man there, with hair wisped over a bald spot and gold half-rimmed glasses perched on a nose sculpted with unusual perfection, like someone's paid good money to erase any signs that it was ever broken. The man carries a cherry wood cane, although he rarely needs it, and he has a permanently fussy look stamped upon him, with his pristine coat and his bespoke house slippers.

In the evenings, the two of them retire to one of their rooms. Together, they sit at a small table barely fit to hold a tray, and they play cards. The card game they play, the only card game they ever play, is the only game they know that gives neither one a clear advantage. It's also the only card game they both hate. They both know this, although neither one wants to be the one that admits it first. That's the real game they're playing, and the first to crack loses.

If River squints, he can spot on the other man's temple, poorly hidden behind the thinning hair, the crackling, spidery web of an old scar.

The voice that speaks hasn't aged a day.

"Tell me, River. Did you ever become the best?"

River startles awake with tears on his face. He doesn't know why.

He's older than that voice now by a few years, and it's always going to stay that way.

(And he's still at Slough House.)

captain. lieutenant. you cut your hair because of me.