Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I persist

Content warning for body image talk and discussion of how media representations influence self image for people who are underrepresented in that media or who are unlikely to see people who look like them depicted positively or at all.

( navel gazing about bodies )

Did I ever tell you guys my terrible idea for a Picard/Q fic where at some point post-Tapestry Q goes back in time to sort of admire pre-brush with death Johnny Picard in a bar somewhere like gosh, the 2327 Jean-Luc was a damn good year. Not a patch on the ‘69 but a vintage with its own charms all the same.

And then, because Q had actually appeared in human form instead of just lurking incorporeally, Johnny actually goes up to him and makes a pass at him and he’s like “!!! Wow okay”

Or depending on how creepy I want it to be, maybe he turns him down because it’s not his Jean-Luc after all. But either way he immediately goes back to the present like the cat who caught the canary being like oh Jean-Luc, remember when! It was oh so long ago but I remember it like it was microseconds ago. You were so young, so charming. The moon was full. Well it wasn’t at first, but I fixed that…