baby puppy
we could go back to telegraphs instead of social media. send your mutuals unspeakable strings of morse code at 4:30am
.- …. …. …. …. …. / ..-…-.. .-.. / -.. — .– -. / .- -. -.. / -… .-. — -.- . / – -.– / .–. . -. .. - … / - — -.. .- -.– / -.– . — .– -.-. …. / — ..- -.-. …. / -.– — ..- -.-. …. -.-.– -.-.– -.-.– -.-.– / … . -. - / ..-. .-. — – / – -.– / - . .-.. . –. .-. .- .–. ….
personally i prefer semaphore
so prefacing this with the fact that I know that the fun is sorta taken out of this by me translating, but not everyone will have the energy to look it up themselves, so I figured I’d help out.
Morse code: AEEEEE FELL DOWN AND TROKE MY PENIT TODAY YEOWCE OUCH YOUCH!!!! SENT FROM MY TELEGRAPH
Semaphore: NO NOT YOUR PENITS
What are you supposed to say to someone who’s other half has been cut down?
Commission for my dear friend @plounce of our WOLs right after Heavensward. that was rough for them. the hardship will not end any time soon my sweets!
garak is a daddy but in a comedic and explicitly cringe way
garak, smiling unblinkingly with his smug little face and his big saucer eyes, perched stiffly on a velvet couch wearing some kind of metallic polka dot contraption, possibly high: come Doctor come ssssiit on daddy’s lap
bashir, just back from an 8 hour surgery, visibly struggling to fold his long brittle legs around garak’s short and completely still body, smelling of disinfectant: oh wow uhhh yum hahaha