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Can someone please link me the post of nog being really confused about dogs I made this drawing and then immediately lost the original

#ds9 #toooooo cute

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What the frinx is a dog???

Headcanon: dogs are super confusing to non-humans

Nog has no idea what a dog is, really. Sure, he’s seen dogs before, but what are they?

Every time he and his squadmates venture off campus, they seem to encounter one, and they never look the same. Two days ago there was the poofy brown one that was less than half a meter tall, but last week there was the one with flat hair that was taller than him when it stood up and put its front feet on his shoulders.

He’s not sure if other offworlders feel the same way he does, but all the human cadets are extremely nonchalant about dogs. They can recognize a dog no matter how strange it looks, whether it’s small enough to fit in a shoulder bag or nearly large enough to be ridden; whether its ears are pricked, upright triangles or long, drooping flaps; whether it has a spiral-liked, curled-over tail or none at all.

They can even identify what type of dog it is, and he’s heard them use dozens of names to refer to them when he’s just struggling to realize it’s a dog at all. He tried asking why there were so many kinds, only to be inundated by explanations of what dogs could do even if they don’t actually do those things most of the time any more.

Every time Nog comes up with a new rule in his head for How To Tell If It’s A Dog, some new kind of dog comes along and breaks it. At first it had seemed easy; dogs love people and will greet any stranger, he’d concluded. But then there had been that sort of cream colored one with the pointed-up ears who had refused to dignify he and his friends with any attention despite the cajoling voice Daniels used that dogs usually responded to eagerly.

He had amended his ideas about dogs accordingly to allow for aloofness of certain individuals (or types??), and thought he was beginning to understand until he met the woman at Golden Gate Park with the tiny cha-wa-wa and the massive sane burnart, who she revealed was mistakenly pregnant by the miniature fellow at her side. Nog had been rendered speechless at the impossibility of such a vastly dissimilar pairing resulting in viable offspring, though he was somewhat heartened at seeing the little guy get the girl (until the woman mentioned that he’d shortly after been “fixed” [and what fixed meant]).

Dogs have different colors and markings and faces and bodies and ears and tails and behaviors and Nog can’t make any sense of what a dog is, but he thinks he’s gotten better at guessing. Now when he sees people with animals that appear to be dogs (the presence of a leash is often helpful), he has learned to say the same kinds of things his human friends say.

“What kind of dog is that?” is always a good bet because if there’s anything humans apparently love, it’s explaining what kind of dog theirs is, as if Nog understands the nuances of mixes and breeds. He doesn’t mind, though; he’s gotten the comm info for a number of women who were very happy to talk to a “fellow dog lover,” and it’s not like the creatures are unpleasant (except the smell sometimes). They’re a little invasive and have the tendency to stick their noses in very unwelcome places, but overall he’d rank them as being very genial creatures, and it’s not like any of the (still extant) animals on Ferenginar are particularly personable.

He’s fresh out of class when he sees a woman lounging on the quad with a blanket spread out beneath her and her dog on a leash nearby nibbling at the grass. It’s a new behavior he hasn’t seen before; but then, he’s observed them eat trash and bugs and unidentifiable things, so why not grass? The dog’s owner is not in uniform, so it must be her day off class or duty, but she appears to be about his age so he approaches her.

“I like your dog,” he says to the woman, who looks up from her padd to give him an odd look. He presses on despite that. “What kind is it?”

Now she is obviously suppressing a laugh and he wonders if his opening line is too transparent. She picks up the fuzzy little beast – one of the long-eared varieties – and he sees that it only has a tuft for a tail.

“You need to read up on native Earth species, cadet,” she says, holding her pet aloft, bright red leash dangling. “This is what we call a rabbit.”

Nog flushes at his mistake. Really, what the frinx is a dog?

#ds9 #cackling oh poor nog #this is delightful

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oh yes it's that time of year

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Where do you watch these star trek amvs

youtube........ where all the amvs live....................... i fear we are losing our way forgetting the noble art form of the amv.. this is so sad.. shall reblog with recommendations to spread the art to the amvless

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thinking about the poll about canon vs non-canon ships that didn't define terms, and the current fandom focus on things "going canon," so i made up a scale.

this is NOT a question about whether canon matters to what you ship (or matters at all), just how to define the phrase "canon ship."

many ships start low on the scale and slow burn their way up, so vote for the point when you would have called them "canon." i agonized over the order (especially #4-6) for a day and a half, but i went with the order in which i think joe random with a nielsen ratings box and no tumblr account would notice/call something a romantic relationship.

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please elaborate in tags :)

#it really depends #I won't watch something just because of that #but if it's already an interesting premise AND its queer #or look okay I may have started watching 911 because of Buck coming out as bi #so it also depends what flavour of queer

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FINAL ROUND

Propaganda from submitters below the cut; I will reblog any additions!

GlaDOS (Portal) -murderous ai -please don't ask me about the veracity of the cake -GLaDOS isn't just a computer she is the entirety of Aperture, she was created to contain the mind of a separate lady but seems to have her own personality, and her creators hate her and she killed them. I love her. I will forgive all her crimes. Yeah she's a bully but she's also severely hurt she can kill all she wants. (reblog link)

Data (Star Trek) -Data is a sentient synthetic life form designed in the likeness of Doctor Noonien Soong, his creator. In his growth as an individual, Data was later augmented with an emotion chip to help him better understand human behavior and increase his own humanity. -reblog link for images (1) -reblog link for images (2)

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Favorite thing about renaissance faires is that they have fuck all to to with the renaissance. This thang is not about historical anything this is about dressing up like a fairy and watching a joust

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ONE HOUR AGO: greg abbott, who i have the great displeasure of calling my governor, is calling for the expulsion and jailing of ut austin students exercising their first amendment right to freedom of speech an assembly. every single motherfucker on the right soooo concerned about the first amendment seems to be creaming their pants over college students being brutalized and arrested for protesting. its fucking reprehensible.

#free palestine

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they need to invent a writing that is easy. and fast also

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I think detaching disgust from morality is one of the keys to Chilling Out. You can find inner peace by being able to go "hm! Gross" and recognize if it's an actual problem or not. Cause if it's not an actual problem... it's not your problem 🙏 god bless

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Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1

The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.

So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.

So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.

Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.

And the probe is working again.

From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.

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Reblog for larger sample size. Feel free to indicate in the comments your generation, approximate region of residence, your length of experience with fan fiction, or when/where you first encountered these terms.

#I began my fanfic journey as a pre-teen on ff net #in the early 2000s #so I knew the citrus code #though really it was pretty basic lmao #much better to have a proper actual rating system on ao3 though lmao #but then literally everything about the current fandom era is superior to what it was like back then lol