starfleet: what makes you think you’re getting a promotion
janeway: my future self told me all about it when she broke the temporal prime directive and brought me stolen future technology
starfleet: yeah so in that vein there are some things we need to discuss
janeway: if there’s a problem with the paperwork blame chakotay
janeway: i don’t do forms i do holographic irish bartenders and former borg drones
starfleet:
doctor: i can assure you that while in the delta quadrant we conducted ourselves with grace and dignity according to the highest principles of starfleet
b’elanna: yeah step off our balls you weren’t there you don’t know
tom: yeah you weren’t there that time we stole a keg of omega molecules from some douchebag aliens who were going to blow up the quadrant
harry: or that time we played space nascar and ended up in the center of a terrorist plot
tom: or that time we were all super horny and built a fake irish city so that we could get drunk and laid
harry: or when we tied that guy to a chair and waited for the aliens to eat him because he wouldn’t tell us what we wanted to know
tom: oh shit remember that time i got 30 days for ignoring the wishes of some foreign government and destroying their mining operation
harry: that was almost as crazy as the time you restored that old shuttle but then it fell in love with you and tried to kill b’elanna
b’elanna: speaking of which remember when that bomb i made for the maquis came back and tried to kill us
chakotay: that reminds me of when seska stole my dna and tried to impregnate herself with my child
tom: nothing will ever compare to the time me and the captain had kids and left them on that planet
janeway: we were young and innocent then
tom: how many lizard years to a human year i feel like i should send a birthday card
janeway: like 6
tom: you don’t even know you’re just saying that
janeway: you should talk you’re such an absent father
tom: oh no you didn’t
janeway: i didn’t even want kids
starfleet:
starfleet: is there a reason you stenciled PARTY BUS on the side of voyager
they usually live to be 150+ years old. cutting one down in Arizona, where they’re native, is a felony with a maximum 9 months in prison.
in my brief wikipedia exploration to find out how old they could be for this ask i found out that there was a dude in 1982 who was vandalizing one (which is also highly illegal) by shooting at it and then poking at it, and not only did the 500 pound arm of the cactus he was shooting at fall on top of him, but the actual trunk of the cactus then also proceeded to fall on him. he died. smited by the cactus gods for his transgressions
There was one we had in our backyard that fell on our fence and buckled the steel bar. When the guy came by to take it away he sliced into roughly foot long segments and we kept one. It was really cool in the inside, also the chlorophyll is on the inside. My mom turned the outer layer into a lampshade
Sorry it’s dusty lmao no idea how to clean it
i…………..idk how to react to this but this is definitely an item i wasn’t expecting
here’s another fun fact about saguaro cactuses (or cacti – both are fine!): when they die, the flesh on them erodes away and leaves these really cool wood-like structures
Cassandra: we need a leader Leliana, Lying through her teeth: Sorry, the hero of ferelden has vanished. Varric, lying through his teeth: sorry, I don’t know where Hawke is.
DA4
SB: We need a leader Cassandra, deadeye: I don’t know where the inquisitor is
so last night we met up to play D&D but a few people couldn’t make it last minute and we didn’t want to go on ahead without them so we instead did a semi-canon filler episode and played ‘Never Have I Ever’ but as our characters sat round the campfire and it might be one of the best ideas we’ve ever had
The rules are the same as usual; your character can choose not to drink even if they should, or can lie/omit the truth, and others can call bullshit or ask someone to elaborate on their story. No dice need to be rolled, except maybe Con checks to see how drunk everyone is. It requires very little input from the DM (he actually layed as the NPC accompanying us) so it’s a low-effort session for everyone. It’s actually really good for getting into your character’s head as you’re forced to improv parts of their life you might not have thought about before, and also for fostering inter-party relationships, as we discovered some of our party members had a lot in common and earned some respect for each other. Also it was hilarious because we were also getting drunk in real life
If you want to try it, here’s some good questions that we had:
‘Never have I ever…’
Fallen in love
Resented the place I came from
Pretended to be someone else
Stolen something
Broken a promise
Seen a friend die
Killed an innocent person
Fornicated with a member of another race
Been arrested for a crime
so I had a GREAT time with Andavius the other night
To me, the really intimidating part of Solas’ theme song is that the game introduces it so slowly – first you only hear these thrumming, oppressive war drums (and you didn’t know why – why are there drums? Why??). When you fight the Saarebas, strings come in to lead the drums.
Only when you start fighting the last boss of the game, do you finally hear Solas’ real, complete theme song. Something like a metaphor for hunting down the pieces to the mystery behind the character himself.
I put the three versions of the song together to make a version where one builds up into the next, the way it does in the game. 6-minute panic attack.
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