Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
Anonymous:
wait i just have to know. which era's uniform do you think is the coolest/ugliest
jadzia: would you eat a two inch tall man for two bricks of gold-pressed latinum?
quark: bricks? of course i would!
sisko: well, it depends. what does he taste like?
o’brien: yeah, the captain’s got a point. i wouldn’t want to eat something that’s all bones and gristle and such, and he’s gotta be.
bashir: chief!
o’brien: what?
bashir: that’s a living, breathing, person you’re talking about!
kira: he’s not, though! he’s two inches tall, his brain’s probably the size of a pea!
bashir: you can’t kill him!
sisko: no one is killing anyone, it’s a thought experiment!
sisko: unless…..
bashir: you don’t mean to say that you’d eat him?
sisko: i’m thinking about it.
bashir: i can’t believe this!
kira: he’s two inches tall, julian! he’d get killed off by a cat or something anyway!
o’brien: yeah! we’re really doing him a favor, when you think about it.
bashir: well, if i were two inches tall, i wouldn’t want to be eaten!
kira: but you’re not, are you?
jadzia: what about you, odo?
odo: i don’t eat.
jadzia: but if you did-
odo: i don’t eat.
jadzia: well, what if you could tell, say, quark to eat it? you’d both get two bricks of latinum, but you’d have the chance of sparing the poor man’s life.
odo: quark would end up getting all the winnings somehow. besides, i don’t use money. where’s the point?
quark: i deserve the winnings! i’m doing all the work!
sisko: what about you, dax?
jadzia: it depends on who the man is, doesn’t it? maybe it’s what he deserves!
sisko: i see….
kira: he can’t deserve anything! he doesn’t have a personality! he’s two inches tall!
worf: something is grievously wrong with you people.
Allow me to add senator ‘I know a faux Vuitton when I see one’ Vreenak, who took one for the team, press F to pay respect:
And there’s also Chairman ‘bitchface’ Koval
And my problematic fave, edgy senator ‘dimples’ Letant who dissed and unwigged Martok in front of all his gang, this lad is like 170cm for 65kg of unfiltered Romulan sass and is sipping Klingon tears like there’s no tomorrow:
this!!! is!!!! what!!!! I’m talking about!!!!!!!!! this is deep space nine babey!!!!!!! it’s easy to be a saint when all your basic needs are met, when you have the room for personal growth. and when you don’t you frequently have to make some hard fucking choices and sometimes those are bad choices but sometimes bad choices are all you have
