#hello op your brain is so big i adore it
cause everything you heard is true
your poor little heart will end up alone
cause lord knows i’m a rolling stone
so you better run, run, run away, run away, babya poster illustration for our form 67-A (as per starfleet health regulation) fanfiction “Dr. Bashir I Presume, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying And Love the Fuck Form”in which julian’s species gets forcibly reassigned and he finds himself tasked with refiling fuck forms for every single species he has ever slept with. and on top of all his troubles there’s that thingwith garak…
[E-RATED, mind the tags]
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