REalized I could rebagle shit without the images, and since they’re my own and I’m tired of seeing them every two days, they have been removed! AND employing some kind of fucking genius and using a REad MORe. Sorry it was not done sooner, dudes.
THIS IS THE HEADCANON POST THAT PREVIOUSLY CAME WITH THE DEEP DISH DRAWINGS.
Rebagel! Yes! I kind of miss the pretty pictures, but words are just as good, really.
It’s amazing how much lazy looks like brilliant, if you kind of squint. In fact, you allude to it in your fic. You aren’t wrong. :D
I love the Ke$ha driving angst story. And I love Julian’s Spontaneous Unrequested Confessions, especially the idea of Garak saying, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you even telling me this? Aaaaaah, that is so tremendously cute. I like that one day Julian might knock at Garak’s door and Garak might open it and say, “Oh, what’s broken this time?” and Julian might say “Nothing.” /sighhh (and three secret nights spent at Garak’s, I am in actual danger of squeeing)
Gosh, these two. I love their conversations. I like the little hints you drop of your down-the-road timeline. I admire your patience, and your willingness to have this drag out as long as it takes. I don’t share it, unfortunately; I think my little story’s gone off on its own, and there’s been touching (although nothing one couldn’t do in public), and a dreadful lack of cerebral conversation…
I almost see Garak re-evaluating his life as pleasurable, even the hopeless crush aspect. You’ve hit on something with the idea of tentative steps into a new life: exile, okay, but perhaps into something that could have possibilities? And oh shit I’ve fallen head over heels for someone – and hmm, I haven’t been allowed to do that for an awfully long time either, and what does it feel like to have a crush, and I get to see him every day? Really? Is this even allowed? There are little delights there that he might have forgotten about completely.
And I mean, yes, it’s all probably going to end in tears, and he knows that, but sometimes it’s good to stop looking ahead, and just enjoy where one is right now… it may be dreadfully uncertain, but there is pleasure in it… Garak knows better than most that life is short and can end unexpectedly. He may even find he’s a bit of a secret hedonist, because he knows how quickly all the pleasures can stop. I’m curious to see what will happen with him.
Re: “The Wire” and email - You know one thing that’s funny? I’m writing in this little universe that’s set now, and in so many ways, the tech we have is better than the Trek tech. I mean, they can text effortlessly, and email each other, and google things, and I suppose they could tumblr or facebook if they liked, and Garak can store tons of books on his phone, and and and… I remember you saying in one of your Orphan Time posts that it’s frustrating to be restricted to Trek tech, because you wanted somebody to be able to look someone else up on the internet, and you didn’t know if you could because nobody ever really does that on Star Trek. The communication and information dynamic really changes when a story gets set now instead of in Trek-time.
I get what you’re saying about the age gap. I’ve got one settled; it’s kind of a theme in my little tale. It’s definitely there, but Julian seems to be focussing more on the things they both like, on the way he enjoys being around Garak, at least in your story, and certainly in mine. It may matter less because they meet in a way that’s so out-of-context. Garak’s a customer, Julian’s a server. That could be any two people, any two ages. If Garak were a prof and Julian a student, that might be weird, because there’s an assumption of older-and-wiser there that could muck things up, reflected in the ethics of the situation… But customer at a pizza shop carries no weight at all, and so Julian can talk to him without having to ascribe any particular wisdom to his opinions, and they can interact in a way that’s actually quite free. Going out on dates to neutral locations (movies, coffee) does the same thing; they’re choosing locations that don’t reflect either of their age groups, particularly, so the age gap becomes irrelevant. (And then Julian takes him to a club and Garak feels four thousand years old, but that’s its own thing.)
Pardon my rambling tonight. I don’t feel like I’m putting together sentences at all well. Time for sleep, I think.
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