Honestly, Robert Beltran's claim that he started phoning in his acting on Voyager in protest of how Chakotay was being written would be a whole lot more scathing if there were any measurable difference in his performance before and after he allegedly started phoning it in.

Fennec at any given moment:

obsessed with the 10th doctor’s little victory tour before he regenerates. he’s like ‘I’m gonna stop Martha from getting murdered! I’m gonna save Sarah Jane’s son from a car accident! I’m gonna get Jack’s dick sucked!’

they're r (n)esting

Lost plot of Ds9: Garak gets pulled into some high level political intrigue due to a visiting Bolian diplomat suddenly dying wearing her newly hemmed pants. Things at ops are tense since Worf accidentally sat on Odo while he was trying out being a chair.

They are mostly just tense one way because Worf feels weird about it and him being weird about it makes everyone else weird about it. but Odo was fine with it because honestly the point was to be a chair so, he had to be sat on. For is a chair that isn't being sat on even really a chair?

At some point the crew devolve into a "what is a sandwich?" debate at Quark's.

This philosophical core ties back into the Garak plotline somehow because of tailoring tools being used in ways definitely not as intended.

"Worf feels weird about it and him being weird about it makes everyone else weird about it."

You did it. You boiled down Worf's character to its essence.

just watched a ds9 episode with the most lopsided a and b-plot thus far. kira plays a key role in what’s almost an inciting incident in a civil war, changes the course of the election for head of the provisional government, and reveals that kai winn’s authoritarian tendencies go deeper than previously suspected. back on the station, o’brien is on a hot streak at the dart board.

watching the Thing and like

it’s a mound of flesh, right? and it keeps forming eyes capable of looking at you. and the longer you look at it, the more openings appear. and at first the openings are full of what looks like legs, which move aside to reveal a flower, which unfurls to reveal a fleshy orifice studded with teeth moving towards you with great power and longing.

and it’s like, the central tragedy is that none of these men know each other on a level intimate enough to see through the imitation. when keith david turns and asks them how they’re supposed to tell if he’s an imitation or not, none of them can honestly say that they know him well enough to test how deeply it runs; he may as well be a stranger to him. when baby slut kurt russell mentions that the long johns could be anybody’s, it means that he isn’t able to tell whose they are by taking a good long whiff of the crotch and armpits. the secret weapon that could have successfully circumvented the thing was the time these men should have spent intimately exploring each other’s bodies. I have a job interview tomorrow. I need to get this out of my system now.