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[rolls away on a cloud of very human feels]
“Finn…” She takes in a shuddering breath, and releases it shakily. “A lot of things were said, but… he accused me of not—feeling anything, anymore.”
Sam tries not to curse much, because he doesn’t want to slip up in front of his siblings, but the “What the fuck?” that makes its way past his lips is pure reflex.
“Yeah,” Quinn chuckles miserably. “I can’t say I blame him, though. I was a terrible girlfriend.”
“And… maybe he’s right. Half the time I feel like some sort of defective robot, anyway. Like I’ve only got two settings: devastated, or numb. And only one of those can get me through the day, you know?”
Sam frowns. “Finn’s a jackass, and you shouldn’t believe a word he says.”
“How can’t I?” she asks, reaching up to wipe the wetness from her cheeks. “God, look at me. I’m a mess.”
“And that’s proof that you’re not what he said. It’s like—it’s sort of—um. Well, it’s kind of like Star Trek.”
She sniffles. “…Sorry, what?”
“No, really. It’s like… all your life, you’ve been living like you’re Spock. And now you think you might be Data.”
“That means basically nothing to me, so you’re going to have to explain.”
“Okay, um. How do I…?” He shifts his weight, picking up his left leg so that he can sit on his shin and face her properly. “It’s like this: Spock and Data are like the same character, but in reverse. Spock is half-human, half-Vulcan, but he was raised in a Vulcan society. So he’s supposed to ignore his emotions and live by logic. And mostly he does, but sometimes he can’t ignore his emotions, and that’s not his fault, because of his mom. But he sees it as failure.”
She takes a deep breath.“Okay. And Data?”
“Data’s an android who longs to be human. Because he’s manmade, he can’t process emotions… organically. In a lot of ways, he feels more than anyone else on the Enterprise, but he always assumes that it can’t be legit because he’s not truly alive. It’s all been programmed. Spock is ashamed of not being able to turn off how he feels; Data just wants to feel like a person. To be sure that he’s feeling at all.”
“So… which one am I?”
“Neither, Quinn,” he says softly. “You’re human.”
ratherembarrassing replied to your post: oh my god i also wrote a scene where Sam compares…
lol you’re such a dork.
“It’s a test you have to take at the Star Fleet academy, if you’re a cadet going into command. It’s designed to measure how you deal with a no-win scenario.”
“So it’s… a role play?”
“Kind of, yeah. It’s a simulated virtual reality program. You’re the captain of a starship, and you get a distress signal from this wounded civilian freighter, the Kobayashi Maru, that’s stranded in the Neutral Zone.”
“The Neutral Zone?”
“The no fly zone between Federation territory and the Klingon Empire.”
“Wait, Klingons?” she finds herself asking, and it’s mortifying that she even knows enough to continue: “I thought we actually liked the Klingons, and the bad guys were Romulans.”
“I—okay, first of all, I am so proud of you for asking that question. Second of all, if you want me to get into a whole explanation of the history of intergalactic politics, that’s going to take way longer.”
apple store, they’ll give you a new one.
This is where it sucks. The place I got it from wouldn’t sell me the protection plan and I’m 3 hours away from the closest apple store. I get an automatic 1 year protection plan, but tehy might try and say it’s physical damage and not replace anything.
JOY WHAT ARE YOUR FEELINGS ON THE FACT THAT THE MOON IS ONLY VISIBLE FOR SOME HOURS OF THE DAY BUT NOT ALL OF THEM?
IT REALLY UPSETS ME BECAUSE HOW IS SAILOR MOON SUPPOSED TO KEEP THE SILVER IMPERIUM CRYSTAL CHARGED OKAY.
zsfvbhjBHJDHJBSBHJKCDSBJKF. oh my GOD. OH THIS HURTS MY HEAD. SANTANA WOULD NEVER. MIKE WOULD NEVER. rachel totally would.
But that is the beauty of it! It can just be one of those things where Rachel talks people into doing things they normally would never? I know that is a trope.
rachel totally would, yep.
See! Lils is on my side. That’s all you need.
pezberry, tickets, reluctance.
Rachel takes the envelope cautiously, staring at Santana, and if she’s not making it up in her head - she does that sometimes - Santana’s cheeks are flushed and she looks nervous.
“Just open it.” Rachel does as she’s told, but she still wouldn’t put it past Santana to do something ridiculous. She’s not sure how much mischief one can cause with a single envelope, but if anyone could pull it off, Santana could. “They’re concert tickets.”
Rachel stares at the tickets in her hand. “I see that.”
“I know you’re a big fan of this guy, and um. What?”
“You got me concert tickets,” Rachel states slowly. She’s still waiting for something awful to happen here.
They’ve been in New York for three months, and they’ve each been single twice as long, and they’re…not friends, exactly, but not enemies, either. They’ve engaged in conversation in social settings a few times, and Santana stopped by Rachel’s dorm room one afternoon with hot chocolate and her books under her arm, and they ended up studying together for a while.
Blaine said, on the phone, something about Santana having a crush, but Rachel didn’t think…
She looks at Santana, says, “Why?” and all she gets back is a strange facial expression. “Why did you buy me tickets?”
Santana rolls her eyes, and all of a sudden she’s that girl from high school again, annoyed by Rachel’s very existence and tendency to - how dare she? - at least try to understand the world.
“I got you tickets, two of them, because it’d be like, the worst date ever if you had to go alone, so.”
Rachel feels her eyes go wide. “You want to go on a date with me?”
“Well, you can go with someone else, but you have to pay me back.” The humour is just a defense mechanism. She knows that. “Look, do you wanna go, or what?”
Rachel bites the inside of her lip and manages a little smile, which seems to crack Santana’s armor again. Oh. Is that…Maybe Blaine isn’t actually crazy.
“I think I’d like that.”
Santana actually smiles, and… “Cool.”
Rachel doesn’t really realize how much Santana must like her until she notices that she’s been talking about Michael Bublé for 15 minutes, uninterrupted. She can’t be sure that Santana is actually listening, but she’s not being rude, either, and Rachel knows a thing or two about small victories.
Hooray, a surprise visit from Australia. I will now sleep with a bottle of vodka next to my bed to have a welcome present.
what? HE’S TERRIBLE WTFFFFF
GO TO HIS WIKIPEDIA PAGE HE SOUNDS SO NORMAL
‘Eh, I don’t want as many abortions happening but I’m not going to take away your right to them. Eh, I don’t believe in climate change but I’m not going to be able to change your minds so keep believing in it and I’m not going to oppose changes cool. Eh, gay marriage? Not my thing. Eh, not actually going to change ANYTHING AT ALL.’
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