




Just get me two mugs of synthale, a double order of hasperat and, uh… hold the conversation.
1940’s Kira Nerys

Skylark
Have you anything to say to me?
Won’t you tell me where my love can be?
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone’s waiting to be kissed?I DON’T EVEN GO HERE THIS ISN’T EVEN MY SHIP WHY DID YOU DO THIS
hatepig did this i’m blaming him IT WAS SUPPOSED TO JUST BE A QUICK DUMB GARAK AND BASHIR CON ARTIST AU
You humanoids have a hard time giving up the things you love, no matter how much they might hurt you.

Let the rain pitter patter
But it really doesn’t matter
If the skies are gray.
Long as I can be with you, it’s a lovely day.
theres a fluff scale that exists and it runs inversely proportional to the mood scale, so when im really really sad it goes to full-on cheesy romantic cliches in alternate universes where theres pizza