Star Trek Deep Space Nine Improbable Cause
lwaxana: how big that dick
odo: it’s not a real dick leave me alone
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darken’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.”
John Keats died on February 23 1821
I just wrote “i love you, goo” by accident and now I think that’s something people would say to Odo
Tell me where she is.
no one prepared me for this and i am SOBBING. odo….i lub you…..
Odo’s face when he realizes he gets to send Solok out of the game is everything to me
This is a man who’s day has been made
[Image: Odo in his umpire uniform. He’s looking at Solok with a huge, smug grin on his face]













