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.
You’ve become friends with a murder of crows. They occasionally mimic you, saying simple greetings or short phrases. Today, they seem uninterested in your offerings, and almost appear on edge. Waiting for something. You try to ask them what’s wrong. “Hide,” one caws swiftly.
Bad: aliens that insist upon referring to human women as “feeeeemales”.
Good: aliens that insist upon dividing humans into binary categories, but the binary in question is based on something we’d regard as trivial and bizarre.
pro cilantro and anti cilantro
Just to screw with us they refer to have designated half the population as “edible” and the other half is “inedible.”
No intention of eating anyone, they just like how uncomfortable it makes everyone.
Even better: the aliens all agree on who is edible and who is inedible, but the humans have no idea what the criteria is
Even better: there is no criteria, the Aliens just keep a running list of whenever one member designated a human as edible or not. People are baffled because the selection appears random yet all the aliens are up to date, so there must be SOMETHJNG
I love this because it implies the aliens possess either (1) a universal hive mind or (2) an intergalactic group chat dedicated to fucking with humanity
the venom in his voice when he’s forced to use the word “healer” in reference to someone he doesn’t think deserves it
his complete disregard for everything, including the timeline and his own health and safety, when he is presented with people who are suffering
and that strong protective energy he’s got. I can’t explain it but you know what I mean
the way everyone uses “bedside manner” as a euphemism while goading various characters about being in love with him
his pretty, pretty hands
the way he manages to be soft and kind and gentle and compassionate while simultaneously a fearless badass and literal war hero
those few times he got all his fancy 24th century tech taken away and was still an absolutely fantastic doctor with what whatever was at hand
Tarkalean tea, extra sweet
that one time he apologized to a tribble
the way he reverse fire pole slides down ladders
Kukalaka.
he has every possible fantasy available to him and he just wants to be James Bond
when he gets hyperexcited about complex science things
when he’s in Doctor Mode™ he tiptoes so perfectly on the line between being no-nonsense and being consoling so he always comes across as concerned and comforting but also not patronizing
incidentally, the way he is in Doctor Mode™ 100% of the time and if someone so much as sneezes near him he’s gonna fix it or else
you could just leave your life in his hands and know you’d be okay
I love you all for every single one of these notes
Quark’s exes - Natima, Grilka, and Pel. “Some of Quark’s past lovers, I think it could be a lot of fun if they met up (and maybe found each other to be romantically interesting, wink wink).”