please imagine me sitting down at a cafeteria table across from you. i slide a plain vanilla envelope under your food tray. you start to open it - your eyes bulge fractionally at the bundle of hastily scribbled drawings of aliens kissing.

"wha - what’s this?" you ask. but i am already sprinting away at break-neck speed across the compound towards the tunnel i have been digging for three months using only my hands.

#if you think there’s ever gonna be a situation where i DON’T ship weird alien frienemies than BUDDY you don’t know me at all#like every time odo is about to do something DANGEROUS and quark is like sincere for a quarter of a second#or someone is talking smack about quark and odo is like basically yeah but *very mild defence*#i’m just like FUCK FUCK GODAMMIT OF COURSE I FELL INTO THIS WEIRD TRASH HELL

weird alien trash hell 4 lyfe 

For some reason, for a second, I thought you were gonna think I was weird. But of course. Let’s cry into our synth-ale together about all the aliens that have ruined our lives.