Tea (they/them)

I use it in addition to a written to-do list (my therapist showed me an ADHD-friendly way to format to-do lists that has been a GAME CHANGER for me). Finch is for basic self-care stuff, the written list is for work/personal projects. This helps keep me from being overwhelmed by one giant list.

I’ve found Finch to be pretty helpful, although one thing won’t work for everyone, so no worries if you try it and it’s not your cup of tea.

Murph and Emily put me in a chokehold during the live show. Drawing this was the only way out.

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And here’s mine!

Apart from my moots im gonna tag random people, sorry if you get tagged!

laios touden (dungeon meshi) stimboard with cooking stims for anon!

However, I purchased a stylized version that would not be considered the official Explorer Uniform. Mine is the color pale rose petals or a sunrise, and slightly exposes my midriff—

It was a hard thing on all of them. Losing friends in this line of work was expected, but it still aged them all.

Except Data.

Data had no emotions, when Tasha was killed. He says he felt nothing other than a loss of her in his routine, and the understanding that she would no longer be able to provide a place in his life. He’d known people who died, of course, but Tasha was something special. She made an effort to know him as an individual, as all the Enterprise crew did, so it did impact his functioning for a time.

Of course, Data didn’t remain emotionless forever.

No, Data gained an emotion chip so very far down the line, and he felt for the first time. He was afraid, and he was overjoyed, and he was angry. It was beautiful. It was terrifying. He disliked, he loved, he had all these sudden things flooding into his senses and it would’ve been overwhelming if not for the exciting knowledge that he could be overwhelmed.

So, when Data goes to his room, emotions fully in swing, and looks over everything in his room, he is suddenly hit with the feel of loss.

The loss of Lal is, of course, most prominent. It’s freshest. He understands, now, what she had been saying. Her talk of emotions, the beauty of it. The way she spoke with him, with everyone, clicked into place. And he grieved for a child he did not get to know long enough, for his child he should’ve been able to keep.

But, an old, aching wound opens when he remembers the message he still has. A recording, kept on a little disk, in a drawer. So, he opens it. Of course, he remembers the entire speech, but he wanted to hear it again. He wanted that. To see Tasha, once more.

So he listened. He listened to her compliments, and looked at her smile, and he smiled back, bittersweet for the first time in his life. He had been honored to serve with her, to know her as he did, and yet tears still stung his eyes as he mourned. He mourned for Tasha, and for Lal, and for the people he knew he never will again. The people he wished he could, wished he would’ve known as he can now.