a-star-that-fell:

Hi my name is Doctor Julian Subatoi Bashir and I have short brown hair with ruffly bits and I’m not related to Bones McCoy but I wish he was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m an Augment. I have deep tan skin. I’m also a doctor, and I live on a space station called Deep Space Nine where I am a chief medical officer (I’m 27). I’m a twink (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly Starfleet uniforms. I love Garak’s Clothiers’ and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black jumpsuit with blue shoulders, black boots, a silver com badge, a purple undershirt, and eyeliner. I was walking along the Promenade. The wormhole opened, so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of Jem’hadar stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them and then put it back down because I felt bad.

“Hey Julian!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…Elim Garak!

“What’s up Garak?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

samayla:

model-theory:

samayla:

ununquadius:

Learning a language that doesn’t use the same writing system as your native one is so fun because they change the font and you’re doomed

I had a penpal from Greece in high school. She had the neatest handwriting ever. She taught me a bunch of basic stuff, and it got to the point that we’d write our letters almost exclusively in Greek (a big deal, as this was before Google Translate was even a thing).

Cut to junior year of college. I took Classical Greek as part of my degree, and I was feeling like I had a leg up over my classmates, whose Greek handwriting looked like kindergarten chicken scratch, while mine was smooth and quick. I turned in my first assignment feeling pretty damn proud of myself.

About three assignments later, my professor pulled me aside with the goofiest look on his face…

“I appreciate the effort, but…”

You remember that phase I think all little girls go through in middle school/junior high? Where we have swirly tails on our G’s or our Y’s get all swoopy, or we dot all our I’s with little hearts?

Yeah…

Turns out, all the perfect little flourishes I’d been putting on my letters were not, in fact, part of the letters at all. My penpal had just still been in that phase when she taught me the alphabet!

plEase show us your greek alphabet

Since several people have asked, I’m going to drop this here as well. It’s not super crazy or anything… just frilly enough to raise some eyebrows in a college Classics course lol…

klaraisdrawing:

Heh, I forget to share things here… I did this. My sister helped me with secret procreate knowledge, so thanks for that, you little cupcake

libbyframe:

More bat cat!