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Fourth Day Morning

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On Parmak’s day off Julian fetches gelat from the nearby gelata house. Sleepy OT3 fluff and bickering.

Words: 659, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 17 of Garashir Fics



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recoveringrevenant asked:

If your followers are looking for defense against fae a good use is a wrought iron ring. If you get one that's high enough quality it's usually treated just enough to prevent rusting and it's small enough to keep on constantly (I know a few people who even shower with them and don't have any rusting issues). They're not usually called wrought iron but hammered iron or worked iron in stores like etsy but it's a solution.

Funny you should mention a non-rusting wrought-iron ring, because I’ve just put one into the ebook revision of “War Lord” - there’s a scene which needs a ring taken from one finger and put on another, but for various reasons I didn’t want it to be precious metal like gold or silver.

Gold is another thing: “faerie gold” that turns to rubbish - dead leaves or whatever - is a common feature of folklore. I’ve also read (can’t remember in folklore or more modern fiction) that faerie gold is redder than normal gold. Once you start getting into the Fair Folk and metalwork, things become very complicated very fast. This brief conversation about Cold Iron is only the tip of the iceberg - or the bronze, copper or flint-headed spear…

And here we are on December 21st, the shortest day and the longest night of the year, when the doors between the worlds famously swing loose on their hinges.

That’s why we have a old horseshoe for every door in the house, including a tiny one for the cat-flap.

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Superstitious? No, more like home and car insurance, or a fire-extinguisher near the kitchen cooker. You may never need any of them. But when you do, you need them a lot.

Besides, this is Ireland…

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eliciaforever

The Alan Parsons Project sounds like… baroque 80s. It’s musical retrofuturism.

I know the jokes are out there, but to me it’s always sounded like some old kid magic. Like you’re 12 years old, and you just discovered the witchcraft and demonology section of the library, and you don’t want any adults to know. And you write all the angel names in a Lisa Frank notebook.

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deepspacekayt

Musings on DS9 2.22: “The Wire”

“Listen to me, Garak. Right now, I’m not concerned with what you did in the past. I’m simply not going to walk out of here and let you die.”

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I could probably write an academic essay on this episode, but I think I’ll just focus on one scene. I’ve known people who feel compelled to test their friendships and romantic relationships. Often this comes from a place of deep hurt and insecurity, and either the person is so terrified their loved one will reject them that it’s less painful to try to force the moment than to dread it indefinitely, or they’re putting their friend through their paces to reassure themselves. It’s a form of self-sabotage, and it’s very sad and painful. To be the person on the receiving end of this kind of test is a frightening and horrifying thing; I know this from experience.

When Garak offers the story that begins “I was a Gul in the Cardassian Mechanized Infantry…”, he embarks on one of the most explicit attempts at self-sabotage I have ever seen. The "confession” is calculated (tailored, if you will) to repulse Doctor Bashir on a deep and visceral level – and judging by Sid’s facial expression as he says; “You can’t be serious!”, Garak does accomplish that… for a moment. What he didn’t anticipate (or could not trust without this test) was the depths of Julian’s commitment to his patients. His response after “I hope I haven’t shattered too many of your illusions.” is an astounding and potent moment. That he is able to put aside not only the confession, but the test of his friendship, is an act of tremendous courage, altruism, and nobility. His absolute determination to uphold his oath above all is a beautiful thing.

It’s a forgotten little moment, eclipsed by Andrew J. Robinson’s extraordinary performance throughout the episode, but it’s very important. For a character so often played for comedy and shenanigans, this is a truly remarkable depth, and it runs throughout the series. This is one of those moments that make Julian Subatoi Bashir Star Trek’s most moral and ethical physician.

Oh, how I love this show.

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