[Image description Jim from Our Flag Means Death with their face replaced by Jadzia Dax from Star Trek saying “I’m gonna keep this very simple. You know me as Dax? So just… keep calling me Dax.” Second panel is Frenchie with his face replaced by Captain Sisko saying “Yeah, good ol’ Dax, Always liked Dax.”]
In the mood for sailing; shippity ship-ship. Q/P = the best.
…and what if Jean-Luc is the horny one?:
“You’re amazing, Q, but I still need you! Next time, be so kind and snap a bit more- let’s see: Q on Nth degree would do just fine. ..or slap me few times with your magnificent, giant penis. After; you can prosecute and judge me, I promise, or before - as part of the limitless foreplay. Yeah, that would be quite enough for now, thank you, Q.”
Transitioning in the star trek universe where they replicate the estrogen right into my raktajino and my holographic AI surgeon whips me up a mathematically perfect hyper vagina over the course of a lunch break which somehow leads to a wacky scenario that threatens to expose 5 ensigns to the vacuum of space
It can be two things
i read statboosts’s comment in Miles O’Brien’s voice in my head and now i’m laughing so hard i’m worried i might fracture a rib
getting really into the idea of there being two distinct throuples on voyager one of which is the janeway/chakotay/tuvok dynamic of sad ambiguous old people romance complete with soft touches lingering glances things left unsaid the whole nine yards. the other is of course the tom/harry/b’elanna dynamic of like. our date night this week is seeing if we can get doom to run on the emh
the doctor tries to complain about yet again having his usual physical appearance replaced with the doom hud but unfortunately voyager’s three most senior officers are far too busy having long, melancholy conversations with each other in the captain’s ready room to care
