okay but imagine Jadzia learning about Earth culture and finding out that about 370 years ago, they had these things called /heelies/, prompting the following events:
Jadzia rolling into ops, 10 minutes late with a raktajino and the sickest mirrored shades on (Kira cups her hands over her mouth and shouts, YOU LOOK GOOD, BABE!! they both do this every morning. someone stop them.)
Nog’s heelies light up. Jake’s glow in the dark. Ziyal’s heelies light up AND glow in the dark. Nog and Jake are intensely jealous.
Julian being peer pressured into wearing replicated heelies JUST to show O'Brien that, yes, his genetically engineered coordination CAN handle one little wheel on a shoe, though I can’t believe you would buy into this silly little fad, Miles, really I- and promptly falls over the raised Cardassian partitioning in the floors
Garak being aghast at the horrible aesthetics of these shoes (sneakers? he wouldn’t be caught DEAD. and with a name like heelie, you would expect at least a modest pump), and starts his own line of fashionable footwear with Julian as his muse/model/awkwardly enthusiastic guinea pig
Jadzia learns finger guns. Who taught the old man finger guns. Please, she won’t stop doing it. And Major Kira, PLEASE stop pretending to faint every time Lieutenant Dax does finger guns in your general direction, I am trying to run a space station and there is a time and a place f-
Odo enforces a strict ban on heelies on the Promenade. Quark starts an illegal underground roller derby. Odo enforces a strict ban on Quark.
Rom carries on the roller derby and is, surprisingly, the reigning champ. His name is Lobes of Lightning. Odo would arrest him, but really, there’s so much sweaty neon spandex he’d rather not.
“They
train men like me the same as those racing hounds, Doctor. I could
smell your secrets before I even opened the door. While you’re telling
me that you have none, your face, your eyes, every single thing about
you tells a different story. You stink of secrets.”
I was sufficiently re-inspired while listening to it that I decided a bonus illustration was in order – so I drew the sleeping arrangements in their shipping crate.
Cecil. She/her. During the day I sit in libraries staring at books. During the night I write queer fanfiction with a historical slant.
Some not-so-random facts: Gay space lizards are the best lizards. Star Trek is my life. I have too many DS9 ships. Classic Who and the Eighth Doctor Adventures make me grin stupidly. Kelas Parmak is the best. I will defend historically accurate portrayals of Alan Turing to the last drop of blood. Likes and asks end up in the name of @apolesens-otheraccount, because Tumblr doesn't have a way of changing which blog is your primary one. Nothing happens over there - this is the one to follow.
