Just A Plain Simple Tailor

i was getting ready for another day of assimilation, putting my ocular implant on over my piercing blue orbs. if i had hair it would be long and blonde but i’m a borg drone so i’m bald. just then, the borg queen came in. “pack your things.” she said. “i’ve sold you to pay our debts. meet your new owners, the crew of the uss voyager.”

People are always like "why do they let Data play poker with them, his brain is a computer, he has an unfair advantage," and the answer is simply because it's for fun!! He's their friend! Like can you imagine if they told Data he can't play, he'd be like "I understand, that's a logical decision, and as an android I am unable to feel left out," but then any time the poker game came up he'd be looking at Riker across the bridge like

Garak lets his hair grow long and stops slicking it back during the hot cardassian summers

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.

waking up this morning to find out the thing i saw at 3am last night wasn't dtiys edit

happy last same year as it was yesterday 2024 tuesday

todays the only/last day you can reblog this lol

if you see me tag Character on a post and you think to yourself "how the hell is that Character" mind your damn business alright we're on a first name basis. me and Character.

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.

do you think that a certain genre of queer person is so obsessively weird about pride flag discourse becuase their flags fill the gaping hole in their personality where a hogwarts house used to be