Always Abide By The Golden Rule Of Fandom. Talk Shit In Private And Ignore Things You Dont Like In Public.

just a plain simple tailor

”you can just make an oc” you dont understand anything. the character needs to mutate naturally until unrecognizable. like all evolutionary processes it takes time. you can’t force it or it doesn’t take. you must endure weird ooc thematically discordant versions of a guy until they bud off into beautiful new life. have patience

I hope my dash never goes back to normal

Dreaming of electric sheep.

what is julian texting our favourite simple tailor?

Made myself laugh with this shit

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.

happy tuck him in tuesday

Star trek used to be so fucking sweaty, they don't do it like they used to anymore, everything is so dry now.

Not pictured: quark watching rom do this and lining up an all-time sibling roast