betterhomesandhobbits:

Kathryn Janeway: This is Seven of Nine tertiary adjunct of Unimatrix 01, I got her from the Delta Quadrant, she’s half human on her parents side and half Borg on her queen’s side, she’s very smart, and knows a bunch of tricks using nanoprobes.

Benjamin Sisko:*Holds up Quark* This is Quark I found him in a dumpster behind a bar.

kaelio:

I have been tinkering with Clip Studio brushes. Say hello to the latinum brush! (And just message me if you want me to e-mail it to you, I’m happy to share.)

He’s so happy! It’s the Divine Treasury for sure! Or he’s just tripping balls which for some reason happens constantly in the Star Trek universe, like, it could be a probe… a virus… a telepathic species… a nebula (evil)… a nebula (good)… energy being… space fungus… food poisoning

romulan-commander:

sometimes I like to take a trip down the Quark fandom and like… y’all are on another level entirely (said with honest admiration)

but I also have to tell you that the concept of CurzOdo banging Quark is the most cursed thing I’ve ever seen. When Jadzia gets Curzon’s memories back she and Odo just stare at each other uncomfortably for five seconds and Odo just says ‘we’re NOT going to speak about any of this, EVER’ and even Jadzia’s like ‘that’s fair, I’d also like to forget that it ever happened please and thank you’.

After that they can only have prank-based interactions for at least one year

toboldlyblahblahblah:

     You can’t convince me that Quark wasn’t purposefully trying to be annoying during this scene, seeing the particularly upset Kira and knowing the yelling at him is probably among her top ten favorite ways to let off steam. But as soon as she shrugs the interaction off, he immediately respects the line she’s drawn and goes to get her something that he genuinely thinks will help her feel better and then leaves her alone. Quark was a classic anti-hero, folks. There’s no two ways about it.

ds9shameblog:

please imagine me sitting down at a cafeteria table across from you. i slide a plain vanilla envelope under your food tray. you start to open it – your eyes bulge fractionally at the bundle of hastily scribbled drawings of aliens kissing.

“wha – what’s this?” you ask. but i am already sprinting away at break-neck speed across the compound towards the tunnel i have been digging for three months using only my hands.