i can't be trusted with sour gummies i'm guzzling this shit down like a hog that's tasted blood
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“why are you wearing a cloak at the bowling alley” it’s my bowling cloak you fucking casual
(If the Picard team wrote a DS9 sequel show)
MORN: (speaking for first time ever) Sisko...you crazy son of a bitch. You're the only one who can stop the bad guys now...tell quark im sorry i couldn't close my tab. (Jumps into the lava wall to sort of push the lava back while our heroes slowly climb up a melting ladder that the wide angle didn't show you so you weren't initially sure why the lava was a problem)
O'BRIEN: (directed to act completely unlike hes ever behaved in the entire history of the franchise) FUUUUUUCK!!! NOOOOOO! MORN!!!!! NO!!!!! NO!!!!! NO!
thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.
this is not a sad post!!!! this is a celebration!!!!! art is part of the human condition!!!!!!! we were born to create and share!!!!!!!!!!!
cackling at this, can NOT believe it's a real, actual quote. it reads so much like one of those clickhole pieces
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