generation q

I have just had a worst best idea:

Watch Star Trek in in-universe chronological order… Time travel included.

So you start by watching the 3ish minute scene of Voyager where a Q takes Voyager back to the big bang, then you move to the 4ish minute scene of Next Generation where Q takes Picard to the start of evolution on Earth, then to the DS9 episode where they go back to the 1930′s, then Star Trek 4 in the 1970′s.

Then you’re finally able to start watching Enterprise.

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I Can’t Think Straight (2008)

Context: Leyla, a Muslim British-Indian woman, is coming out to her mother, telling her “I’m gay.” Her mother reacts with horror and disgust, telling her “You’re up to your neck in sin” and going so far as to ask “Who did this to you?”

But it’s this scene that sums up the reality of LGBTQ+ desi youth. Our parents may very well love us and want the best for us, but the absolute bottom line is: our parents do not want us to be happy. They want us to be appropriate, to be respectful, to have children and well-earning careers, to fit into the mold of heteronormativity and gender roles, to be religious and pious. But no, they do not want us to be happy. Happiness doesn’t fit into it. To them, happiness is indistinguishable as a separate characteristic because according to them, doing all of these things should already be making us happy. The ideal created for desi children is that they shouldn’t strive to do what makes them happy, but what makes them “good.” Unfortunately, under this context, good is defined as anything that isn’t seen as immoral or out of the norm. 

A woman who is not straight is rejecting her role as a wife, and to a lesser extent, her role as a mother. She is rejecting the notion of subservience to men, of obedience and inferiority. Under our current system that is hugely patriarchal, a woman who does not submit is a threat. 

Now, I’m not saying desi parents are bad parents or hate their children because it’s pretty clear this happens in nearly every other culture in the world. But I am saying that desi parents do not make their children’s happiness a priority, they make their children’s success a priority: successful careers and marriages and children = successful lives. So if you ask a desi parent “do you want your kid to be happy?” they’ll immediately say “yes, of course.” But if you add on “do you want your kid to be gay if that makes them happy?” the answer will be a lot less positive.

This movie tackled Leyla’s sexuality and coming out to her parents absolutely head-on with no coyness about it. She goes straight up to her mother and admits that she’s a lesbian. But her mother’s reaction is really the thing that most “coming out” stories try to gloss over, or sugarcoat, or just in general avoid. Her mother admits with frank and brutal honesty the truth that all LGBTQ+ desi kids know: our parents would rather see us miserable and straight than queer and happy.

I still love that the first time Picard meets Q it’s all “How do we approach this great and all powerful being, is there any way we can all be safe, we must be careful in confrontation or we’ll be killed”

Then after a few encounters it becomes “will you FUCK OFF MATE I am TRYING TO DO A THING and you’re pushing that to subplot you ABSOLUTE COCK WOMBLE”

Chubby S/O getting attention from boys at the beach...

Anon asked: Can I get gom + kagami and makoto gets jealous because the chubby reader is getting more Attention from boys at the beach because she’s showing her body off?

Originally posted by shootmesenpai

Kuroko: He couldn’t take it, he was patient, but this was it. The boys continued to stare at your chubby form in your new swimsuit which was a bit revealing, but Kuroko loved how it looked on you. Other guys staring though, he didn’t like that. Easily moving through the masses of men, he grabbed your hand and started leading you to the water, reaching out until most of your body was hidden in the water. “I’m sorry (y/n)-chan, I just didn’t like how they were looking at you like that.”  

Kise: He didn’t like this at all. The pout on his face was evident and how restless he was. You were his (y/n)-chi, not those guys who were staring at you like a piece of meat. Yes, he thought you looked beautiful in your new swimsuit and your chubby form filled it out nicely, but the guys just looking at you was making him jealous as much as he hated to admit it. Stomping down to the shallow part of the ocean, he wrapped his arms around your soft waist and pulled you against him and proclaimed, “Stop staring at my (y/n)-chi, she’s mine, not any of yours!” To make his point, he plastered a kiss on your plump lips. 

Kagami: He was flustered when you showed him your new swimsuit. You looked amazing in his eyes and he looked at you with adoration, but the way the other guys were looking at you was infuriating him to no end. You were happily splashing in the water, moving your chubby form around and having a grand time while the guys continued staring. Growling, Kagami finally walked towards you and basically shielded your body from their eyes. He looked down at your confused face and blushed. “G-gomen (y/n)-chan, I just hated how they were looking at you.”

Makoto: The way your body swayed and shimmed in the clear water was really riling him up. God, you looked so sexy right now, in that new swimsuit revealing the body he claimed as his to all the other ogling guys on the beach. No, he didn’t want others to look at what was his and you were oblivious to the whole thing as you continued to play around, the droplets dripping down each curve of your body. Scrambling off the towel, he stomped down the beach and through the water, grabbing your hand and leading you away from the stares. You tried to go back to the water only to have Makoto tug harder. “We’re going back to my place, I think you need a reminder of who you belong too.”

Akashi: Nobody but him was supposed to see you, his flower, so exposed like this. You were padding around the water as if you didn’t have a care in the world and even though he loved seeing your chubby form in such appealing clothing, he didn’t like the fact that other men were ogling you like a slab of meat. The scowl that was on his face showed clear annoyance of that fact and finally having enough, he calmly made his way to fetch you and whisk you away from the prying eyes of these animals. Wrapping his arms around your plush waist, he steered you towards the beach. “Akashi?” He kissed the back of your neck softly. “Sorry my flower, I don’t enjoy the way these animals are looking at you, now I need to mark you my dear.”

Aoime: He wasn’t going to deny it, not one bit, he loved seeing you like this. Being so exposed in that tight swimsuit, showing off your cute, plump body on the beach. His only reservation was that all the other guys were staring at you so intently just like him, but you were his, he was allowed to watch! He let out a low growl, seeing all the guys stare you down as you innocently played in the water. Frustrated, he stomped down the hot sand and into the cold water to your splashing form. Throwing you over his shoulder, he made his way to your claimed spot. “We’re leaving (y/n), I don’t like them looking at your amazing body in this swimsuit, it’s mine, not theirs.”

Murasakibara: He chomped harder at each handful of chips as he glared at the guys surrounding you as you waded in the water. You were his (y/n) and even though he liked to see your chubby body in such clothing - revealing skin to him, he didn’t like how the other guys were staring at you too. Letting out a growl as he finished the bag of chips, he stomped down the hot sand and into the cool water, grabbing your plush form and throwing you over his shoulder all the while glaring holes into the now fearful boys. “I’m the only one that can stare at my (y/n) when she’s dressed like this.” 

Midorima: Sighing, he pushed the book he was trying to read aside after reading the same paragraph for the fifth time. Glancing up, his teeth gritted against each other in irritation. Those guys were still staring at you. He wouldn’t admit it, but you looked fantastic in the new, skin revealing swimsuit. It hugged you in all the right places and really showed your supple form off, but he didn’t appreciate the fact that other guys were basically undressing you with their gazes. Having had enough, he scrambled off the towel and made his way to your splashing form in the water and gently grasping your soft waist. With a blush fully on his face he said, “It’s time to go (y/n), we have some important matters to discuss.”