Another Dominionese plaque:
“Fuck you and every clone of you.”
Thanks to @dominionese-resource for the translation!
I wish you guys could see these plaques in person because they are very sparkly. They just don’t photograph well with an old phone!
As always, commissions are open. PM if interested.
From The Never-Ending Sacrifice by Una McCormack. The book follows the life of Rugal Pa’Dar, the young Cardassian, raised by Bajorans, who appears on the DS9 episode “Cardassians.” This episode occurs not long after he’s arrived back on Cardassia. He’s with his father and grandmother, the only two living members of his Cardassian family.
Kotan relaxed his hands. “Besides, it doesn’t matter. Even if it meant the end of me, I would not have Rugal any place other than where he is now. Back home, with me."
Rugal swallowed. He felt he ought to say "thank you,” but that was wrong. He didn’t want to be here. If it meant trouble for Kotan, why ever had he brought him back, against Rugal’s wishes? It was perverse. It was typically Cardassian. Geleth gave her son an odd look, a mixture of contempt and affection. “Sentimental. This is why you’ve never been much of a politician."
"Mother, the reason I’ve never been much of a politician is that I am a scientist. If you wanted me to excel, you’d have left me in my laboratory. "
"Duty is it’s own reward, Kotan,” the old woman said piously.
Kotan snorted. Contempt and affection again, this time from him. Rugal felt as if his head was spinning. Was this how Cardassian families behaved? Bickering and scheming, lurching from mutual recrimination to deadly loyalty at any mention of their enemies? Migdal’s idea of scheming had been to punch first and talk later.
Geleth yawned and stretched, each joint in her body is seeming to crack. Then, with a swish of her long full skirt, she stood up. “Surely it’s time for dinner? Let me go and put on my reta beans, and then the two of you can escort me down.” She went through a little door into the next room. Kotan leaned over to whisper to Rugal. “When I was your age, I used to wonder what she did in here all day. Plotted against my enemies, I hoped, although there’ve been occasions when I’ve suspected her of plotting against me. "
"So which is it?” Rugal whispered back.
Kotan smile broadly. He almost winked. He reached over to his mother’s couch, slipped his hand down the side of the cushion, and brought out a date padd. He thumbed it on and then handed it over to Rugal, who look down at a page of text infested by exclamation marks.
“Enigma tales,” Kotan explained. “Really bad ones. She’s addicted to them.”
They just had time to shove the padd back down into its hiding place before Geleth came back in. Both smiled brightly at her. She gave them a suspicious look but said nothing, taking her son’s arm and allowing him to lead her down the stairs. Rugal follow behind.
Made a couple of truly terrible lockscreens of my favs so why not share
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by wcdarling
MP3 podfic of the “Splice” by tinsnip. Set in the Deep Dish Nine AU, this is a direct sequel to “Disconnect” (also available as a podfic), a DD9 version of “The Wire,” namely: What if Elim Garak’s wire was a neat little drug addiction? This story covers the question: Where do you go after “I forgive you?” Read by Wendy Darling.
Words: 47, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Rewiring
breaking: lizard continues to be The Most Extra™️
VALIDATION!
toastpiercer replied to your post “So fate has conspired to have three things happen: 1. I have a brief…”
did he break in or was he already spending the night
You are asking the real questions, the important questions
On August 23, 1989, two million peaceful demonstrators joined hands across Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania to protest the occupation of the Baltic states by the Soviet Union. The chain, 675 kilometers long (that’s about 420 miles), connected the capitals of Vilnius, Riga, and Tallinn. The whole thing was coordinated via hand-held portable radio! The protesters peacefully joined hands for 15 minutes at 7 p.m. local time, saying they wanted to demonstrate solidarity among the three nations in their desire for independence.
Moscow responded with heated rhetoric but backed down when the activists appealed to the United Nations. Within seven months, Lithuania had declared its independence. By the end of 1991, just two years later, all three Baltic states were free.
a darkened auditorium with 264 silent people in the seats. on the stage, me, sitting on a stool, lit by a spotlight, the only light in the theatre. i hold up a photo of my cat, 10 people applaud, two or three hold up photocopies of the same photo, the rest do nothing, watching, waiting.
I love this description of tumblr.
fishyfishyfishtimes
mallsharks
coworker told me he “hates all mollusks” today. and to each their own obviously but like… theres 100k species of mollusk… you really hate all of them bro? nautiluses and oysters and snails and nudibranches and chitons and thousands of animals youve never even heard of???? what did ammonites even fucking do to you
he hates sea bunny?
AND leaf sheep??
