#Need More Baseball Bajorans

Out Magazine profiles the LGBTQ cast members of Star Trek: Discovery

I un-installed TikTok in a fit of rage, without finding any of the people I followed there on other platforms. Now that it is back, I can't install it to find them. I mentally blame my autism. My autism looks back in disbelief and blames my ADHD. My ADHD confirms, we have skipped over a week of meditation. Apologetic, my ADHD supplies the name of one TikTok person I followed and he is on this app. It is a tentative ceasefire.

I understand the Section 31 discourse, but is anyone talking about how we got some amazing outfits? The color shifting fabrics, the fabric textures, the wigs, the headpieces, the necklace knife sheath! Other than the part where everyone switches to black leather, it was visually engaging in a way that I missed from Lwaxana Troi epsidoes.

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

As an American that's seen way too much baseball in media, I can confidently say the most important rule of baseball is family 🥰

ds9 baseball episode is so far incredibly funny as a foreigner who also doesn't understand baseball

a klingon, a bajoran, and a ferengi sitting around a table trying to understand the rules of baseball

me, a brasilian human, just as confused as them

As a side note… I am really annoyed by one thing about Star Trek.

“Replicated food is not as good as real food.”

That’s ridiculous.  In Star Trek, replicator technology is part of the same tech tree as transporters.  Replicated food would be identical to the food it was based on, down to the subatomic level. 

which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

This is such an accurate description of how I was raised

I know it's useless to ruminate, but I've been thinking about the way I was raised, and the indirect ways I was taught that the rules and standards are different for me and for other people.

I was taught to never judge anyone, but also that I should not embarrass my family by acting or appearing any way that people would judge. I was taught that it was rude of me to talk on and on about things that are boring, but also that it was rude of me to not listen attentively when someone else was talking on and on about things that bore me. That people were allowed to take their anger out on me, but that I was not allowed to be angry at anyone or anything. That everyone's feelings are vaild and their actions are understandable, except for mine of course.

If they ever heard me say this, my family would argue "nobody ever explicitly said that to you, word-for-word, at your face, so therefore none of this is true", but they did, indirectly and inadvertently, teach me that I must always be nice, patient, polite, understanding, and good to people, but that it's preposterous of me to expect anyone else to treat me as nicely as I'm expected to treat them.

I was taught what is, and what is not, the appropriate way to treat other people, and to unconsciously understand that I don't really count as "people".