trekgate:

^{“Look, kid, I don’t know what’s going to happen to you out there. All I can tell you is that you’ve got to play the cards life deals you. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, but at least you’re in the game.”}

laurelhach:

Say, it's only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me

Its only a paper moon 
Hanging over a cardboard sea 
But it wouldn’t be make-believe 
If you believed in me 

Now, it’s only a canvas sky 
Hanging over a muslin tree 
But it wouldn’t be make-believe 
If you believed in me

Quark: How can hiding in one of Julian’s adolescent programmes be a good sign? 

Bashir: Hey. 

Jake: It could be worse. He could be hiding in the Alamo programme. 

Leeta: Or that ridiculous secret agent programme. 

Bashir: Hey… 

Rom: Or that stupid Viking programme. 

Bashir: Hey! 

Sisko: All right. 

When the war began, I wasn’t happy or anything, but I was eager. I wanted to test myself. I wanted to prove I had what it took to be a soldier. And I saw a lot of combat. I saw a lot of people get hurt. I saw a lot of people die, but I didn’t think anything was going to happen to me. And then suddenly Doctor Bashir is telling me he has to cut my leg off. I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. If I can get shot, if I can lose my leg, anything could happen to me, Vic. I could die tomorrow. I don’t know if I’m ready to face that. If I stay here, at least I know what the future is going to be like.

So in the end, I’m having Nog feelings, and Vic feelings, and just feelings in general. This show is so goddamn good that it hurts

Shit, this scene hit too close to home to be comfortable, ugh, so many feels