iwillincendiotheheartoutofyou:

my blog has become this weird mixture of fandoms, feminism, cats and really fucking stupid jokes that nobody outside this website would find remotely amusing

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Bashir might work out after all!  

I’m afraid this image won’t be very new or innovative, though.  I need to draw these two in some different ways.  I’ll try to paint it in a way that’s interesting or exciting, or make the glitter work, or something. 

Or auction it off or mail it off as a prize or something, I don’t know.

At least Garak’s hair looks like he’s Worth It. 

“Do we need to narrate this like we’re on a documentary?” Johnny asked.

“It’s Dib’s. I’m sure this thing knows what day and time it is.”

“There’s probably a fucking stardate on there, too.” Johnny set his shoulders. “Captain’s Log, Stardate Bullshitty Bullshit Point Two: Gonna do something extremely fucking stupid and get my head wiped.”

“Why do you get to be the captain?”

Johnny smiled at him. It was a little tired-looking, but it was one of the most normal smiles Edgar had ever seen from him. “You really think I’d settle for anything else? Besides, you’d be a much better science officer than I would. I’m playing to our strengths here.”

“I hope that means I’m an alien.”

“Me too.”

electricsed:

I’ll admit I don’t remember the beginning of the episode very well, so they may have addressed this, but I just thought about how weird it is that Starfleet was like “Sure take this Vorta POW and trade him for your mom, it’s fine,” when Ishka was captured by the Dominion.

Then I realized that Keevan is the Vorta equivalent of a sullen goth teenager and they were probably anxious to unload that pale little ball of gloom on someone else.

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