I’m sleepy and out of sorts! I think I’ll watch an episode of DS9!

“Season 6 Episode 1 A Time to Stand”

by the time the comet flies across the screen I’m almost in tears

What has happened to my happy little home in space?

[emissaryoftheprophets]

Character + Color: Odo and orange

“Nobody ever had to teach me the justice trick. That’s something I’ve always known. A racial memory from my species, I guess. It’s really the only clue I have to what kind of people they are. Are these kinds of thoughts appropriate for a Starfleet log? I don’t care. There’s no room in justice for loyalty, or friendship, or love. Justice, as the Humans like to say, is blind. I used to believe that. I’m not sure I can anymore.”

[electricsed]

From this post.

[teroknortailor]

 tinsnip said: teroknortailor, what is a yamok, anyway?

I’m afraid, my dear Tinsnip, that we are not dealing with a what, but a who. 

Pran Yamok was a prominent Legate in the Cardassian Military many years ago who was quite notorious for his gourmet palate. It is said that chefs had more to fear from him than the people he conquered. One day, he happened across a food cart while on one of his customary strolls through the Torr sector of Cardassia City and noticed the most delectable smell coming from it. Naturally, he could not resist a taste. 

The woman running the cart gave him a stick of fried lennet smothered in the glossy yellow substance. The fragrant aroma was enough to make Legate Yamok grin, and upon tasting the sauce that grin spread into the widest smile to ever grace a Cardassian’s face. An intricately choreographed dance of flavors, both spicy and bitter, yet sweet and smoky danced on his tongue with a crisp metallic edge. Yamok was so pleased with the sauce that he took the poorer woman as his second wife. He treated her so well, and she bore him many children. 

However, the Cardassian health system was still being rebuilt out of the previous decades of religious turmoil and Yamok’s beloved second wife fell grievously ill with a newly discovered terminal condition called Yarim Fel Syndrome. During her shri-tal ritual, she asked only one thing - for her special sauce to be named in the honor of the person who had elevated her from a lowly food cart vendor, Yamok himself, and be distributed throughout the Cardassian Union to inspire others to do well in their work, should they come across another person like her kind Legate.

Since then, the recipe for Yamok sauce has remained unchanged for hundreds of years.

[tinsnip]

Well, that’s headcanon.

[teroknortailor]

 femmecandid said: Well we certainly give the Sherlockians a run for their money I tell you hwut.

As a Sherlockian, I can definitely say that they’re of a more constant output crazy.

But right now the DS9 fandom is like the Joran of the Daxes because we didn’t even know that we had this level of crazy in us.

Soooooooooooooooo… yeah.

That crazy is out in the open letting its’ freak flag fly.

And it’s wonderful.

[tinsnip]

Reblogging in appreciation of that Joran metaphor.

[laurelhach]

Jake Sisko’s Horrible Fashion Sense Appreciation Post

Images from TrekCore

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