I'm painting all of DS9's main characters (+ some others) in my sketchbook ( because I want to look at them whenever possible) and so far all of them look sort of not good, but I really like how Garak turned out :) Also, I've started listening to ASIT, but I get really embarrassed listening to it for some reason, so let's hope I can push through that.
never getting over the way the very second episode where garak appears establishes immediately that julian is an absolute ride or die idiot for this man.
interrupts his commanding officer in a tense meeting with dukat on the basis of garak alluding to something. wakes his commander up at like 3am to request a runabout without even having asked garak why. only pushes back properly exactly once and then immediately goes back to solving whatever puzzles come out of garaks mouth.
absolutely pathetically infatuated to the point of just tossing all higher brain functions in the bin except interpreting riddles.
I really want Seven and Odo to be friends and bond over the difficulties of constantly imitating humanoid body language and following social rules
It takes 430 crew to run the Enterprise. A landing party is sent out. It takes 429 crew to run the Enterprise.
Everyone keeps saying that your ship’s first officer is the best first officer in the fleet. It’s true that he’s very good at his job, but you’ve been keeping track and he’s tried to hijack the ship on at least three separate occasions so far. What the hell is going on with all the other first officers in the fleet, you wonder.
You order a chicken sandwich and coffee. You receive a plate of tribbles. This is different from every other time you’ve ordered a chicken sandwich and coffee, when you’ve received a plate of Play-Doh cubes.
Another landing party is sent out. It takes 428 crew to run the Enterprise.
You don’t even remember what chicken sandwiches and coffee taste like, and yet you keep ordering them anyway. One day, you hope, the replicator will deliver. Something other than those cubes. Something other than tribbles. You hope.
You wonder if it’s a sin against god to eat a tribble.
You wonder if god could even find you in space.
You find god in space.
The landing party fights him.
It takes 427 crew to run the Enterprise.
The first officer and the ship’s doctor are insulting each other on the bridge. This is how you know you’ve made it to safety.
The first officer and the ship’s doctor are working together as a coordinated team. This is how you know there is an imminent threat of absolute destruction.
There have been so many imminent threats of absolute destruction.
You find a chicken sandwich and coffee. It is almost definitely a mind trick conjured by an incredibly intelligent race of aliens millennia beyond human development.
The aliens want you to stop fighting. They do not give you the chicken sandwich or the coffee.
You’ve been en route to shore leave for six months. Strange things keep urgently diverting the ship along the way. You worry that you’ll be sent out in a landing party before you ever get your leave.
It takes 426 crew to run the Enterprise.
did somebody say compulsory heterosexuality bashir??
garashir / good luck babe / garak pov
this is the first thing i've edited in a very long time (i think it may have literally been over ten years), im planning on creating a full length edit with cropping, effects, colouring, etc, eventually, this is just a preview for now tbh
I am a simple man I want a shmall fluff fic where Odo rests In Kira's pocket after mission gone wrong
I love how Star Trek will have the most heartbreaking dialogue over the worst CGI you've ever seen, like a real tv show should
Picard and Odo would so vibe. Picard would call him "Mr. Odo" and Odo would love it.