Garaks-sewing-gun - Lying Is A Skill Like Any Other

bitches hate me because of my.... bad personality.... paranoid nature... addictive tendencies......the torture basement.

the noises that snakes make when they sneeze are 1000000% the noises cardassians make when they sneeze. imagine damar. imagine dukat. imagine garak.

I’ve been thinking about it all day.

Shout out to the best father-son relationship ever shownd on the screen

Autistic girlies when the TNG episode implies that Data does have emotions but he experiences/presents them differently than most people

sisko is such a dad with a camera guy. dad with a padd, whatever. guy who films jake's first steps and first words and first time spitting all over curzon's diplomatic robes. hours and hours of jennifer working and dancing and swimming and smiling at him, just for him. the year after her death there are no family sisko records, but he makes up for it with a will afterwards: jake awkward and impatient in front of the wormhole, kira and dax distributing scrolls during the gratitude festival, the first time odo whisked a proper omelet. candids during his team dinners, that time the chief and the doctor got drunk and decided to play darts blinfolded and hopping on one leg. that time jake and nog had a paintball battle all over the station. the promenade at night during a slow month, some people wandering around still, light seeping from quark at the end of the corridor, store fronts glinting light eyes. an edge in the corner where the photographer's fingertip smudges the lens. no self-portraits. no need for them, really.

Something about garak and bashir growing in convergence so much so they end up diverging. Healer and ex spy respectively turned spy and healer of a nation. In order to find the things in ourselves which have been ignored or snuffed out all we need to do is find someone who exemplifies them, who can see them buried deep inside of us. Only then can we recognize that it is not only okay to invite that part of our personhood back into our lives and psyche. But that it was always a strength. It always served us. We just didnt know how to wield it.

Nobody has made me feel safer or more respected than the filthy perverted freaks I was warned about.

the first episode of star trek tng:

hi everyone! meet the crew! wow, this guy's got a temper. this one's an android! uh-oh, a spooky alien has appeared!

the first episode of star trek ds9:

post-traumatic stress disorder