#not to mention quark saying 'dont make me come in there after you'

[captainjimothy]

if i had a nickel for every time ds9 made an explicit closet joke about brunt, i'd have 2 nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

[thegeminisage]

STAR TREK UPDATE TIME, holy shit! tuesday we watched ds9's "a time to stand" and "rocks and shoals."

a time to stand:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH

i feel like ds9 is so fucking good every episode i rate "watch" on ym spreadsheet would easily be "must see" in any other trek show. where do i even fucking start

i love that theyre just casually mentioning bashirs darkest secret in playful banter now. theres something in there that makes me very emotional but also it's extremely funny. also, he really DOES quote percentages like a vulcan. whatever he and garak were doing, i don't know what that was but i loved it. literally his boyish smile

oh speaking of couples. KIRA AND ODO. they've got the station all to themselves...um, e quark. i did get deluded for a hot second, when they were all at the bar together, into believing in kira e odo e quark. i don't think that's going to be a permanent feature in my psyche but it was fascinating to experience just once

ODO. MAKES HANDS. TO TOUCH PEOPLE WITH!!!!!!!!!!!

no one made this gifset so i have to make do with a screencap

HE MAKES HANDS TO TOUCH PEOPLE WITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i may have had to pause the episode to start screaming

also. hi. "im glad you can still smile" "only when im with you" what if i threw myself into the sun

dukat and kira, holy shit. i've never been so scared in my life. i think about it all the time that he essentially called leeta into his office to fuck him. he BLOCKED KIRA'S EXIT. jesus christ we've come so far from his gay little fireworks show and the thron in his ass

odo manipulating weyoun who's obsessed with him <3 king. but he only did it because <3 kira asked him to. he literally said i've walked this horrible horrible line before i can do it again...their relationship is somehow moving forward because they are going back in time

and like GOD she knows he loves her and she hasn't decided how she feels back but somehow it's still comfortable because he doesn't ask for anything...IMPECCABLE fucking vibes. WHO is doing it like them

on the spaceship side, all of that was very fun, especially sisko and his <3 headaches. but even funnier was them getting stuck 17 years away from help. JUST like. star trek voyager

rocks and shoals:

AND IT GETS BETTER!

kira in this episode. mwah. she quite literally can't live with herself and it's SO clever because at first you the viewer are also like aaaa no dont let the bajorans protest aaaaaa theyll get in trouble and then kira has the change on heart and youre like oh shit. oh fuck. whose side am EYE on?

also, the fact that this was also odo's kneejerk reaction, and she said "don't make me fight you too" and he immediately fell in line. that's love.

garak's "oh, NO" as they were falling. please let the man say "oh shit"

o'brien ripping his pants <3 incredibly funny i felt like i was getting loopy right along with them. the wide shot of the flaming ship sinking into the sea as they laughed their asses off.......cinema

poor dax!!! she tries so hard to be brave but man she really did get fucked up

the little vorta freak in this episode...i want him dead. what an evil thing to do to your own guys AND one of sisko's people died too because of it. ik they won't kil him but they should kill him

i wasn't expecting the thing between garak and nog to have like consequences but it was funt hat they brought it back up. good for them and good for nog, even though i still wish it had been bashir on the post

julian being so chirpy and cheerful w the vorta after fixing him up as though he is a normal patient...sir please control yourself

my only complaint is i wish jake had more to do...right now he just seems to be getting underfoot, when staying behind was supposed to be a sign of maturity. hopefully all his reporting isn't for nothing!!!!

TONIGHT: voy's "day of honor" and "nemesis"

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 2 episode 12

wow what a conveniently expository conversation theyre having just after beaming down

no chekov dont enter the spooky building

holy shit a dead dude

yep that dude sure is dead

holy shit alive people

weirdly loud and intense music

obviously old people think theyre in their late 20s. uh oh

old guy: "elaine was so beautiful. so beautiful." kirk: :T

yes kirk we get it ur into blondes

"old friend" ok so shes his ex. how many exes does this dude have

"when my husband died" so shes single. alright

i think i realized why i find so many of the Kirk Romances boring and annoying and only some of them fun and interesting. most of them are entirely on the basis of "shes blonde and hot and likes him because hes blonde and hot," and all the interesting ones actually establish chemistry and tension and its not just showing that theyre attracted to each other, its showing WHY. and then the boring ones just assume u understand why kirk wants to bang this blonde chick of the week. i actually dont. shes boring, show me why he wants her

obviously plot relevant comet mentioned off-handedly by spock as having not been investigated

kirk having memory troubles methinks

it seems the whole crew is becoming Old

topless kirk <3 thaaaanks <3333

kirks definitely having memory troubles

kirks tummy is so good

kirk has Body Pains

mccoy has gray hairs. theyre all entering their dilf eras

mckirk sexual tension

kirk has arthritis. lmao

they tried to make kirk look like hes balding by just slicking back his hair. he looks kinda goofy

mccoy looks ancient

mccoys southern accent is coming out

whoever wrote this episode thinks aging is horrifying

off-screen lady is off-screen

ok blonde doctor lady is starting to get interesting. my favorite part of this is that kirk points out that she talks like spock. interesting of u to say abt a lady ur hot for kirk.

blonde doctor lady is into dilf kirk. aight

honestly they didnt make kirk very dilfy :/ they shouldnt have slicked his hair back like that, it looks silly

kirk calls out that blonde doctor lady is into older men

alright this is a good love interest. im cool with this

chekov is grumpy

kirks memory troubles are starting to become problematic

kirks napping <3

woah so crazy how the comet was plot relevant

kirk you gotta go take another nap or something

weird tinfoil dildo

spock says Its Too Cold

commodore guy says kirk is getting too stupid to be captain

"this isnt gonna hurt a bit" "thats what you said the last time!" "did it hurt?" "yes!"

dead lady

kirk is obviously insecure

spock were in crisis i think its fine if kirk repeats himself sometimes for a bit. give him time to fix this

mccoys napping <3

kirk is canonically 34

kirk is grounded

kirks being funny <3

kirk does make a good point that theyre wasting time they could spend fixing this problem

commodore dude immediately makes dumb decisions

kirk as a rambling old man is fun to watch

hes acting like a jilted lover with spock. i love this show

the camera is still obsessed with kirks ass

hahahaha this show thinks radiation poisoning can be treated

commodore dude forgot about the space cold war

kirk is once again in restraints

"it could cure or kill" so itll obviously work

kirk has no fear of death

camera is weirdly focused on kirks crotch

yes lets zoom on his crotch while he writhes on the bed in pain. i couldnt make this shit up if i tried

commodore dude doesnt know shit about the space cold war

kirk is Fine now. damn i almost forgot how sexy he is

kirk is so good at captaining

the romulans should know that kirk would never blow up his ship. dont they even watch star trek

mcspock banter

"well, gentlemen, all in all, an experience well remember in our old age- /stops, reaches for his back with a surprised and thoughtful expression, then adjusts so it looks like hes just holding his hand on his hip/ ...which wont be for some while, i hope" youre 34 kirk it happens

[im-basically-logan]

Happy Density Day!

haha get it cuz the formula for density looks like a heart. I still dont know how to title things. Analogical V-Day fic anybody? (quick note- sorry if the pacing is sorta weird??? idk how story writing works. personally my favorite part is the last few paragraphs lmao)

Summary: Logan wants to give Virgil a poem for Valentine’s Day, but wants to make it as perfect as possible. Either way, Virgil loves it. Words: 2,796 Ship: Analogical, Royality (tho, it’s only briefly mentioned and analogical is the focus) TW: Kissing, sleeping at bad hours, uh... Patton tackles Roman playfully at one point Please send me an ask/message if I need to add a trigger. Genre: Fluff!!

@riverbendover @nokatai-realm @crowsketches @living-on-the-virge

It was about 3 days before Valentine’s Day and as much as Logan would usually show nonchalance or distaste towards the holiday, he’s been Virgil’s boyfriend for 8 months now. He wasn’t going to brush off their first Valentine’s Day. He was going to make the perfect card for his Virgil even if it meant he didn’t get any sleep that week. Well, that was an exaggeration and Virgil would probably ask as to why Logan’s sleep schedule had suddenly done a 180. But nonetheless, Logan was going to make a nice little card.

Logan started out with printer paper as a planning stage, wondering what to actually put in the card. He went through scribbled out drawings, minimalistic pictures, telling Virgil how beautiful he was, and finally settled on writing a poem. He was good at those. Usually.

His trash can in his room began filling with balled up clumps of paper which were drafts that he deemed not good enough.

“Clothes are dark as space,  but eyes as bright as the stars. I hope-- No.” Logan mumbled the poem out loud to himself, then crumpled up the paper, threw it to the side, and started anew. The side of his hand was turning gray from being left-handed and the graphite of the pencil he was using. “I cannot describe to you how much I love you. It was a revelation when I had discovered my feelings for you. Like when Newton discovered gravity. It was fundamental to understanding life as you are fundamental to me understanding emotions…” He tapped the pencil against his head quickly, trying to think. It sounded… Like something. It wasn’t too bad, but he decided to trash and rewrite it again. It was probably just fine, but Logan was a perfectionist.

He began writing a bit more before deciding to create the decorations on the light purple construction paper he found for the actual card. He had the equation 128√e980 written along over the spine while the card was flattened. The equation was supposed to be read while the card was closed and turned a certain way, and it would read “I love you” from being folded in half. He found the little trick while looking up ways to say I love you to a partner. In pen he neatly wrote inside the cover of the card the beginning to his poem to Virgil. The beginning was the only thing he was happy with at the moment, but he would add more later. He checked his watch and read 11:30 pm. He sighed, put his materials away and went to bed. Although made sure to put the card neatly into the drawer of his desk. It was only 2 days before Valentine’s Day and he barely had anything! He wanted to keep working on it, but also sleeping was important and he and the others were working on getting a full night’s rest. Besides, Virgil would badger him in the morning about it and he couldn’t have his boyfriend find his surprise.

Logan went through the next day rather smoothly: Nice comebacks to Roman, reminding Thomas of important events, and of course a few nice kisses with Virgil in the middle of it all. Patton always grinned if he caught them and Roman always teased them until Logan mentioned it was almost Valentine’s Day.

“We are allowed to have physical affection, especially around this time of year, correct?” Logan asked Roman, raising a brow with a pouting expression.

“Well I suppose so, but… You two are such nerds!” Roman responded weakly, unable to come up with a witty reply. Patton butted in, putting his arm around Roman’s shoulders.

“Now, don’t be mean, Roman. It’s your time of the year, isn’t it? Valentine’s Day! A day of Roman-ce.” Patton laughed and Virgil, who was leaning slightly against Logan, snickered. Logan sighed with a very small hint of a smile while Roman rolled his eyes with a laugh. He exited with Patton, most likely about to go on an adventure or brainstorm. Logan, although, had a pit in his stomach as he was constantly reminded Valentine’s Day was just around the corner.

Such terrible planning on my end… He thought, biting the inside of his mouth before kissing Virgil on the head as they went to do their own separate things for now. He sank out and went to his room, relieved to find it just as it was when he left it. He hadn’t taken out his trash yet, but he assumed Virgil wouldn’t go digging through it at least and see the drafts. Checking his watch, which read 8:30 pm, Logan pulled out the drawer and took out the card. He drew a little density equation on the back, coloring in the little heart that the symbols for mass over volume created. He then opened the card back up, rereading the beginning of the poem he kept from a draft.

“I don’t believe I’ll be able to explain my love towards you. Like how it is a mystery as to the true way the universe was created despite the many theories. How the chances of us existing together may have been smaller than a quark, But we managed to exist and come together.” Logan sat down at his desk and began writing a bit more, once again mumbling the words to himself as he wrote. “Your mind can be as far away as a galaxy,

but I’d travel the light years.

You’re a fundamental element in my life, Like gravity to planets and stars.” He bit the bottom of his lip, unable to think of anything else to add. “I can’t even write a simple poem…” He murmured to himself, dropping his pencil. He kept his head up with his left hand, trying to think. There wasn’t any specific pattern or rhyme to the poem. It was purely just him rambling about how great Virgil is in metaphors about space and science. Would Virgil even enjoy that? He created a small, curvy border with a blue pen on the inside of the card, but cringed as he looked back to the unfinished poem. Then he put another line. “I am and always will be unable to express how much I care for you.” It was true, but the poem felt too short and he barely had an idea on how to end it. He wrote on the other half of the inside of the card “Happy Valentine’s Day, Virgil. Love, Logan”, drew a simplistic galaxy on the front, and went back to his previous position of laying his head atop his hand. Instead of coming up with any ideas, Logan somehow fell asleep on his hand. He took his nap for about 4 hours, waking up at the superb hour of around 1 am and his head ended up on the desk with his hand still upright. Great. Only 1 day until Valentine’s Day and he was barely done with his card. He dug his hands into his hair in frustration. It should have been easy to write a poem. But no it was going to be difficult and now he was tired as hell. He decided to create the blue borders on the outside of the card while waiting for the others to get up. After finishing the border, which did look rather nice, he put it back in the desk drawer and went to sleep in his bed this time. Although he didn’t fall asleep immediately. Of course not. He was thinking about what Virgil would think if he barely had anything to give. The poem was pretty choppy… he should rewrite it again. What if Virgil didn’t even want a card? Would chocolates have been better?

Luckily, Logan didn’t stay up late enough to question anymore as he crashed into sleep while thinking about Virgil. Said side must have felt Logan still being awake because he made his way into Logan’s room having woke up early himself. It was dark so he couldn’t see the trash can of the Valentine’s drafts but he could feel his way over to Logan’s bed and curled into his chest almost like a human-sized cat. Before going back to sleep, he kissed Logan’s cheek and put his head half on some pillow and half on the mattress with his head lying against the top of Logan’s chest. He didn’t mind sleeping like this, in fact if he was resting next to Logan on just a mattress he’d be content like that as well.

In the morning, the actual morning of about 7:45 am, Logan found a Virgil sleeping next to him. He sighed dreamily, then remembered that he still hadn’t thrown out his god damn drafts yet. Logan tried to move as subtly and quietly as possible to not wake Virgil. He eventually got out of  bed and moved the plastic bin under his desk quickly as he heard Virgil shuffling on the bed. Then he went back over his bed, kissing Virgil’s forehead.

“Virge? C’mon, it’s almost 8 o’ clock,” Logan said, looking at his watch. Virgil was awake, but he kept his eyes closed as he replied,”I don’t wanna.”

“Patton’s making french toast.” “5 more minutes.”

“We both know that means 5 more hours, metaphorically and even literally at times.”

“Shush, nerd.” Virgil eventually opened his eyes and got up, his hair messy and partially standing. Logan smirked at the other’s appearance, holding out his hand for Virgil to take. So Virgil takes it gladly and they move on with the rest of their day.

Logan had barely any opportunities to work on his card but while there was a short lull he managed to write a few more lines. “You’re nothing short of breath taking. A star should be named after you. No, a galaxy.”

He stopped as he felt a presence in his room. It was Patton. Oh thank god. They both headed off to the commons to discuss with the other two about the big day tomorrow.

“What are you two doing?” Roman asked Virgil and Logan. They both shrugged, but Logan of course, had a small gift to finish.

“Why are you asking?” Virgil replied. “What are you doing, Princey?” Roman was about to respond when he was suddenly tackled by Patton on the couch, letting out a boisterous laugh.

“Well of course, romantic things! Anyways, I thought you’d both at least say something like spending time with each other.” He continued as Patton got off and sat next to him, a wide grin on his face.

“Well that’s a given, isn’t it?” That was Logan, who quirked a brow.

Virgil shrugged. “Sure. We can just chill out here since Romano and Patton are probably going to the fantasy realm or whatever.”

Logan nodded as Roman scoffed at the seemingly mundane idea. He said it was such a boring thing to do on Valentine’s Day, but Virgil didn’t mind.

They all went off to do their jobs and then night time came around again.

Logan was rushing through his notes after playing a game of 52 pickup with his slang vocab cards which he foolishly dropped while hurrying back to his room. He closed his binder with satisfaction after looking at the schedule, putting it away in a separate drawer from the card, which he took back out of its hiding place. He was clueless as to what to add. It had barely any stanzas. Logan tapped his pencil against the table, making a fast paced clicking noise.

“Ughhh!” The logical facet sighed, his mind totally blank. “I should have gotten more hours of sleep.” He looked at his watch: 10:40 pm. He could still finish it by tomorrow. Logan, although, was holding his head up with his forearms, consciousness blinking on and off. He decided, if anything, to add just one more line he could think of. Everything else was decorated and he could finish it after taking a quick nap. He wrote it down slowly due to fatigue, but still tried his best to make it look neat.

“I love--”

Then somehow passed out while writing with a pen. Though, Thomas used to do that at times so was it really that surprising? He was out cold for a while and even slept past 8 am.

“Logan?” Virgil called, noticing Logan’s absence in the morning from the commons. Then Virgil finally found his boyfriend’s head resting on his desk with a nicely decorated card next to his right arm. He noticed the still full trash can of paper and then picked up the card. He didn’t read the inside yet, wanting to see the other things first. He noticed the equation “I love you” message first and chuckled at such a nerdy detail. Then he found the density formula on the back and smirked. How had he been so blessed as to have had such a caring nerd in his life?

Virgil finally opened the card to see the partially unfinished poem on the left flap and a nicely written closing on the right. He saw his name, so this must’ve been for him.

“I guess he didn’t finish…” Virgil concluded out loud to himself, but he really wanted to read the poem. Logan had written him previous poems and he absolutely loved them. So he read it aloud, mumbling the words under his breath.

“I don’t believe I’ll be able to explain my love towards you. Like how it is a mystery as to the true way the universe was created despite the many theories. How the chances of us existing together may have been smaller than a quark, But we managed to exist and come together. Your mind can be as far away as a galaxy,

but I’d travel the light years. You’re a fundamental element in my life, Like gravity to planets and stars. I am and always will be unable to express how much I care for you. You’re nothing short of breathtaking. A star should be named after you. No a nebula. I love…”

Logan had woken up as Virgil was reading the second to last stanza, although wasn’t completely aware of his surroundings yet.

“Morning, dear,” Logan greeted with a yawn, adjusting his glasses and hair as much as he could. He was calm and tired until he saw what Virgil had in his hand and then he was fully awake in an instant.

“I… did you read that?” Virgil nodded slowly, hoping the logical facet wasn’t upset. They sat in silence for a few moments before Virgil, surprisingly, broke the silence.

“Um… I really liked it, actually. Really.” He gave a genuine smile, moving to plant a kiss on Logan’s messy hair.

“Really?” “Yes, I did.” “It’s not even finished or--” Logan almost tripped over his own feet trying to sit up from the chair. It was way too early for this. (It was almost 1 pm).

Virgil laughed as Logan struggled to stand up and move, eventually falling onto his bed face first before slowly turning himself around and sitting up. Virgil made his way over to the bed too with much less stumbling, sitting down next to Logan.

“I assume this-” Virgil pointed at the word “love” at the end of the poem. “-is supposed to say ‘I love you’, right?”

Logan looked at Virgil deliriously for a few seconds before practically diving forward and kissing him. Virgil almost let go of the card, but held on and melted into the kiss, smiling as he did so. Then they both fell backwards onto the bed in suppressed giggles.

“I’ve never seen you this giddy,” Virgil commented teasingly.

Logan pointed an index finger straight up as in an objection. “In my defense, I’m very tired.” They both broke into laughter again. After a few minutes of Logan waking up, he had Virgil give him the card to finish writing out “you” and then gave it back.

“I love it, Logan.” He looked at the now fully visible trash can of drafts. “Man… I wish I made something.”

“It’s okay Virgil, you yourself are enough,” Logan replied, pecking Virgil on the forehead who look assured enough for now.

They eventually made their way downstairs, Virgil still latching onto the card, and had their first Valentine’s Day. It consisted of Virgil constantly complimenting Logan’s card and poem, making him blush, and Logan constantly saying how amazing Virgil is, making him blush as well. They cuddled on the couch and watched a few documentaries about space and other oddities.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.” Logan presses a kiss to Virgil’s lips for the millionth time today.

Virgil smiles into it and responds,”Happy Valentine’s Day, nerd.”

[eldritchtribble]

@paperfossils: Could you maybe write a gen fic about quark and his brother bonding? I dont see alot of those.

What a great idea for a fic! I hope you will excuse the lateness of the response, but I wanted to do this prompt some serious justice. Or try to, at any rate. :]

Since he was a lobeling, Rom had been called an idiot. 

It was nothing he could not tolerate: he knew he possessed certain unique capabilities, but lacked the self-confidence to convince his accusers otherwise. Yet he wished that people would stop hurling the insult at him, as if it were somehow news. He had gotten the message far earlier – years, in fact, back when he first found out what the word “idiot” meant. It was on a characteristically rainy day, back before he and Quark were old enough to understand the meaning of opportunity cost, and he had inadvertently splashed mud all over his brother’s favorite Marauder Mo action figure.

“Wwwwhat’s that mean, brother?” he had inquired, somewhat brightly, thinking it a new and exciting curse word that neither he nor Quark would be allowed to use at home.

“It’s your new nickname,” muttered Quark in response, finding a nearby puddle and sticking Mo in head first. Sudden, dawning, alarmed realization blossomed on Rom’s features: panicking, he tried to foist the doll from his brother’s grasp. Quark shot him a furious glance as his grip tightened all the harder. Rom despaired at the futility of his effort – he was too late.

Pathetic little fizzles and whirs escaped the action figure as its various electronic parts came to an utter standstill, never to power back up again.

Needless to say, Keldar and Ishka saw fit to ground Rom for rather a long time after that.  

It was from that moment on that the meaning of the word “idiot” really started to stick with Rom. Obviously, it meant someone who was not helpful enough.

From then on, Rom tried valiantly to help others as much as possible. He helped his father with the family business; he helped Quark out when he opened his bar; he helped expose the machinations of a disguised fe-male business impostor…the list could go on and on. Yet, if he were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would admit that his motives for sticking around at the bar were not entirely altruistic in nature.

One of the dabo girls Quark had hired after the Federation took over had the intriguing habit of being nice to him.

It made him giddy. So did she.

He would never approach her directly about his feelings for her, of course. How could that possibly be helpful to anyone? Someone like her deserved a Daimon or even the Nagus himself…not an idiot.

Such thoughts often invaded his mind whenever he did not have a thorny enough engineering problem with which to contend. When sweeping up after closing time, for instance.

On this particular evening, Quark had stuck around to review the accounts for that month. Immersed in miserable conjecture, Rom did not notice that he had been sweeping the same tiny area under the dabo table for four solid minutes. His brother, however, certainly did.

“Rom, you idiot, what’s wrong with you? In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a whole lot more bar to clean. Do you want to be here all night?”

“Maaaaybe.”

The dejection in Rom’s tone would have been plain even to a non-Ferengi. Quark softened.

“Rom?”

“Yes, brother?”

“What’s wrong?”

“….Nothing.” Rom resumed sweeping, visibly embarrassed.

“Come on. You know that kind of swamp sludge doesn’t work on me. I’ll bet it’s nothing a black hole can’t fix. Want me to make you one? I’ll even give you a family discount.”

“Nnnnnno thanks, brother. I rrrefuse to avoid confrontation of difficulties through excessive alcoholic consumption.”

Quark blinked in bewilderment.

“Now I know something’s really wrong,” said Quark, abandoning the accounts and sliding out from behind the counter. “What’s going on? Please say it’s got nothing to do with our mother.”

“It’s got nnnothing to do with Moogie,” obliged Rom.

“That’s a welcome change.”

Almost lovingly, Rom grasped the broom with both hands and studied his work boots. “…In fact, I’d prrrrefer that Mooogie didn’t find out,” he admitted, barely loud enough for Quark to hear.

Realization dawned on Quark, fierce and sudden. He drew himself up to his full, if unimposing, height and glared at his wayward brother.

“It’s about a fe-male, isn’t it? Exchequer’s remittances, Rom, didn’t you learn your lesson…!”

“She’s nnnothing like Prinadora!” Rom insisted. It was true: she wore clothes, earned profit, had a beautiful singing voice, gave hugs like sunshine, and did not seem to hold him in utter contempt.

Quark regrouped, realizing that his earlier tactic would not work at any price. “Is she at least from a wealthy family?” he inquired – not unreasonably, he thought.

“I don’t know…aaaand I don’t care, brother!”

Demoralized, out of ideas, and sympathizing more than he cared to admit, Quark wandered back over to the counter with bowed head.

“…You’ve really got it bad, haven’t you,” he observed, glancing up just enough to hold his brother’s gaze. Just to confirm what he thought he saw in there – what he feared he saw in there. Rom was an idiot, sure, but he was an idiot that did not deserve to be heartbroken and bankrupt yet again.

“Shut up,” replied Rom tersely. He went back to sweeping, much more vigorously this time, and turned his back on his brother. Quark was not having any of it.

“No, you shut up, Rom,” he countered emphatically, clapping Rom on the shoulders and looking him square in the eyes. “If you’ve got it so bad, why are you in here sweeping the bar instead of going and finding out how she feels?”

“Welll…you asked me to sweep the bar,” Rom ventured. “Aaaaand she deserves better.” He averted Quark’s resolute gaze as much as he could without clamping his hands over his eyes.

“Rom. Let me tell you something. I never considered you an idiot. Not really.”

“Whaaat?” blustered Rom, dropping the broom with a crash that made them both wince.

“At least, not until now,” clarified Quark. “Go and talk to this fe-male or you forfeit two months’ wages. I mean it.”

It seemed to take an age, but Rom smiled. He was not an idiot if he could be helpful enough to himself. Maybe that was all that had ever mattered.

With a toothy grin, he thanked his brother…and this time, he truly meant it.

“Don’t mention it,” replied Quark with a small smile of his own. “Now get out of here.”

[thegeminisage]

star trek update time. tuesday we did ds9's "til death do us part" and "strange bedfellows" and wednesday we watched voy's "juggernaut" and ds9's "the changing face of evil."

til death do us part (ds9):

going to be real, if my fiance called off the wedding because god told him to and then came to his senses, i'm not sure i'd go with it as easily as kasidy. this isn't even the first time he's made a terrible fumble with her. love and light to sisko cuz he's amazing but she could do better

it's kinda not fair to sisko either because so much of the main cast gets to have love interests with OTHER CAST MEMBERS. kira, odo, jadzia, worf, ezri, bashir, and quark are all fully-fleshed out regulars who gets to fall in love with other fully-fleshed regulars, even if that love is sometimes unrequited. but sisko gets? a side character?

and don't get me wrong, kasidy's cool and all, but i don't know the first thing about her except that she likes baseball, she's independent, and she can't cook. i couldn't tell you the reasons she and sisko work (or don't work!) the way i could with the other ships. the most interesting thing she ever did was get roped up in maquis drama and we forgot about that the next time she showed up and never mentioned it again

also didn't love the worf/ezri in this episode...like, she realizes she's in love with julian because the breen told her so? because he was chasing her in a dream? seems like like if he's chasing her in a dream she's running away from his smothering affections!!! again: least interesting choice

the "counselors interpret dreams" throwback to ezri junior cub scout counselor were also bad.

winn and dukat smooching: traumatizing. i hate win SO MUCH i dont want to watch her smooch anyone!!!!!!

strange bedfellows (ds9):

STAND-OUT EPISODES

the worf/ezri in this one was a lot better. nice and complex. even if they don't get together, as long as it's complex, i'm happy. that said, i wish it wasn't in service of shoehorning a julian/ezri romance in there at the last second, but still

WORF BREAKING WEYOUN'S NECK. and damar immediately like yeah okay time to have an arc. he was so invigorated by the sight of that guy dropping dead (for like the...third? time?) he was motivated to do something with himself. damar's arc with weyoun has been so funny genuinely like. imagine killing this guy and the next day he comes to work and then worf kills this guy and the next day he comes to work and so you're like alright that's it and the first place you hit after you go rogue is the fucking cloning facility. it is SO PERSONAL with damar and weyoun

i really, genuinely enjoyed kai winn's arc in this episode too, which is not anything i ever thought i'd say. like the prophets don't talk to her because they knew one day she'd do all this fucked up shit but she's doing it because they don't talk to her...a child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth etc. this whole time that winn's been a monster it's because the prophets made her that way. and let's not forget the things she did and went through in the occupation - stealing from the religious coffers to buy even just one more life and get them out of the labor camps, taking beatings and watching over prisoners...she did all that while never feeling that connection with her gods, never getting the comfort of that faith that everyone around her had. like of COURSE she isn't going to step down. she and dukat are like because they both need to be liked and what made him insane was putting him in a position where he would inevitably end up being hated but what made HER insane was that she spent her whole long life being ignored. but the pah wraiths talk to her. the pah wraiths make her feel special. finally, someone is listening to her! all she has to do is get in bed with the devil, literally. inSAAANE

juggernaut (voy):

first of all, b'elanna has never looked better

i'm always glad when we get an episode about her where people don't talk down to her about her temper problems. also, she embodies the righteous fury of the evo-terrorist. she and kira would get alone

did i mention b'elanna hot?? i loved watching her beat that guy up with a stick. even though i also felt very bad for him

first likable malon in this episode too. like the guy they worked with. good for him

neelix was so nice to b'elanna in this episode too...idk why but for some reason when he said "nothing a fresh coat of paint couldn't fix!" it really gave me the giggles. love and light to kes but he is SO much better now that kes is gone

chakotay almost getting killed. very fun. he was so dirty when he tried to get out of sickbay. we need more star trek episodes where everyone is just very dirty all the time

the changing face of evil (ds9):

hands down best part of this episode was winn finding out she literally had fucked the devil. MWAH!

i do kind of wish she'd commit. she spent this episode being wishy-washy. girl, you've decided on sacrilege. it's the coolest thing you've ever done. fucking go for it. all that stuff i just said about her downfall being cool is wasted if she doesn't fuckin GO for it

still though she killed that guy. blood on her hands. no going back now girl

even though i don't like ezri/julian it was really funny to have her chilling with worf while he critiqued her taste in men. i do wish she was doing this as a lesbian but at least it was fun

I'M SO SAD ABOUT THE DEFIANT. that's MEAN. she really was such a good ship.

damar hitting the cloning facilities. i know i said so already but it's SO good.

TONIGHT: voy's "someone to watch over me" and ds9's "when it rains..."