Teal’c really wanted to experience the Sears Portrait Studio
Oh man so much Gul Dukat in this episode
I wonder how many different videos he had to film depending on all the possible scenarios
Like a choose your own adventure book
‘Okay, now we’re going to film your reaction to if the Bajorans take over ops’
‘And now, if the Bajorans take over Garak’s shop and set up a small clothing franchise’
‘Alright for our last take how would you react to a hypothetical in which the Bajorans have knitted a giant hat that they are trying to place over ds9’
Bajoran Workers - please form an orderly line and I will service those of you I deem acceptable in due course.
Shit man Dukat’s time in the film studio is like his favorite part of his day (except maybe the part where he saves innocent Bajoran ladies from a life of ignorance and ok I grossed myself out). He watches every take himself and selects the best parts (and he knows what the best parts are because he pays a lot of attention) and re-records them when they don’t show his neck ridges to best advantage. And he redoes the whole thing every once in a while because he has added an air of dignified Gul-hood since it was last filmed and his public appearance should reflect that.
It’s a pity he didn’t find his calling directing and starring in state propaganda films. I hope, of the many alternate universes, there’s one where that’s exactly what he’s doing and he’s very happy.
S. G. Dukat, Star Of Stage And Screen?
Bajoran workers, surrender to your supervisors and minimize the confiscation of knitwear. I repeat, surrender and the re-acquisition of your knitted vests will be kept to a minimum.
Bajoran workers. Look at your Gul. Now back to me. Now back at your Gul. Now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped using Flaxian body wash and switched to Risian Breeze, he could smell like he’s me. Look down. Look back up. Where are you? You’re in a holosuite, with the Gul your Gul could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at me. I have it, it’s a taspar egg with two tickets to a candle-lit dinner in my quarters. Look again - the tickets are now jevonite. Anything is possible when your Gul smells like Risian Breeze, and not a Flaxian itinerant. I’m on a space station.
Within three days of becoming engaged, I had already been told that I shouldn’t wear my glasses, because they’re not bridal. I was told my cane wasn’t bridal. I was told my eye… was not bridal. And I realized that if I was going to be “bridal” in their eyes, I was going to have to change who I am. I am proudly disabled.
This photo is giving me LIFE
and now all I can do is pet his chair and try not to cry on the bridge in front of everyone
At 3am I go on the ships intercom and share these nuggets of wisdom wrapped in bad poetry. If they hear me crying I tell them that’s the Red Alert klaxon, it’s broken because of Khan, just like my soul. I’m doing it now.
"Cas, it’s no use. Give it up, man."
"Dean Winchester, there is not a hell out there harsh enough to keep me from you. Not even one of your own making. Now let it go—Sam’s waiting."