I have all these sweet feels about Odo’s Bajoran security officer squad. They all look like him. They all wear their hair like him. They’re all beige like him. They must have been so lonely without him these last few days, while he’s been holed up in his quarters with She Who Must Not Be Named, and they’ve been stuck with Damar as a boss, and doesn’t that suck, and all of a sudden Odo rolls in full of piss and vinegar and shouts, “Let’s go shoot some Cardassians,” and they’re all like,
DADDY’S HOME
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“Hi,” he says. “I’m Lopez. Apparently I’m supposed to help you with the warped axle on this Warthog.”
Okay, no, what he actually says is more along the lines of “Hi, I’m Lopez, something something something me something something car something-that-maybe-means-pencil,” because Katie Jensen failed miserably every time she tried to learn another language and Spanish class back in high school was no exception.
“Um,” she says. She recognizes him as one of the Reds and Blues, but doesn’t know him, which means he was probably one of the people on the Fed side of the fence. She’s been so busy the past few weeks that introductions have been kinda low on the priority list. “Hi, Lopez. I’m Katie. Sorry. I don’t speak Spanish.”
He grunts, folds his arms, mutters something.
“But you understand English, huh?” She brightens. “Wait, no, hang on a sec!” It takes her a moment to shuffle out from under the Warthog and dig up her pack, but right at the bottom is the ancient little datapad, and she crows victoriously when she finds it still has a bit of charge. “Hah! Got it!”
Lopez is still watching her, arms folded.
“Translator,” she says. “If you speak real slow and clear, it’s usually pretty good.”
Lopez jolts, takes a step closer. He says something that the translator picks up; she shows him the word Seriously? as it prints across the screen.
Someone wrote in to the American Bar Association Journal to say “What do you mean most lawyers don’t know the verb ‘abnegate’? Haven’t you read Divergent?” and I think that’s great.
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I am trying to figure out how to actually do a travel journal and it seems like the sort of thing I should work out in advance, except my handwriting is terrible so anything I do is going to need major edits afterward anyway.
And then I got a book on artist travel journals and they are all these terrifyingly glorious things done in Moleskines and even though I KNOW they are picking the best images and not the pages that were like three lines and a doodle of a chicken, but that doesn’t help me because ALL my pages are basically three lines and a doodle of a chicken.
But hey, it’s all digital anyway and my sketchbooks aren’t objects d’art, so I just scanned the doodles and began transcribing my panicky jottings. And it came out like this.
So this is my aftermarket version of what I was scrawling in my sketchbook today. And yes, internet, I am fully aware that you cannot get rabies from a toilet seat.
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