Dork + Dork = mega huge dorkosity x 1000~~~~~

For the, like, five of you who might be interested, I got to meet up with Lady Yate-Xel this past Saturday. We got pizza and pie and I made her eat it and took stupid photos of her while she did so, and then we asked someone else to take our picture and she couldn’t camera at all, and also I bought jam and a bracelet and lots of people liked Lady’s art and we talked for about three hours straight about fantasy worlds and Deep Space Nine and Deep Dish Nine and I had so much fucking fun I couldn’t stand it and apparently we get to do it again some time–

huge sucking breath

–so that’s all to the good!

For some reason Lady Sybil, keen of eye in every other respect, persisted in thinking of Corporal Nobbs as a cheeky, lovable rascal. It had always puzzled Sam Vimes. It must be the attraction of opposites. The Ramkins were more highly bred than a hilltop bakery, whereas Corporal Nobbs had been disqualified from the human race for shoving

Men at Arms, Terry Pratchett.

T. Ziyal Garak by ~JeluiMasters

Note the name!

Part of me is like awwwww this is sweet

and part of me is like hrrrk

[tinsnip]

Diana Muldaur

‘Doctor Bashir is with Chief O’Brien. He should return at fifteen hundred hours. Unless it’s an emergency.’

I assured Nurse Jabara that it wasn’t, nodded my thanks, and walked back out to the Promenade. I stood there for a moment, trying to deny that I was upset. This was the umpteenth time I had come to invite the doctor to lunch, only to find that he was already engaged with the Chief. Playing darts. Building models of old wars. Battling ancient enemies in ancient flying machines in some holographic fantasy. Or the latest diversion, listening to the insipid ‘lounge’ music at Vic Fontaine’s. Child’s games. That’s it, I decided, if he wants to have lunch he can damn well ask me.

A Bajoran lout nearly knocked me into the perfume display and continued on his way without so much as a glance back. I controlled my temper and followed him. The Promenade was crowded, and I quietly negotiated the crowd until I made my way directly behind him. I slipped my left foot between his two legs, hooked his right ankle and pushed him hard in the small of his sweaty back with my left hand. He went down like a demolished building, taking two or three innocent pedestrians with him, and I peeled off to Quark’s bar. […]

I sat down at the end of the bar instead of going to my usual place on the second level. I wasn’t sure how long I wanted to stay; I just had to get out of the crowd and a grip on my feelings. I was in a dangerous mood. Ever since that ridiculous holosuite program, I thought. The spy game. Well, of course it’s a game. It’s all a game. But it’s not a holosuite program. And yet, the moment Julian wounded me with his ridiculous weapon, everything changed. I thought it was a magnificent moment. He showed me that he had the spine to play the game as it ought to be played. But why then did he back off? Why couldn’t he go beyond that moment? Why did our relationship end?

oh my god sorry for the wall of text but i’m reading a stitch in time (the ds9 novel that andrew robinson wrote about garak) and it’s fucking incredible. garak (a) got upset that bashir blew him off for o’brien, so he (b) went and tripped some random asshole in the promenade and ran away, then © sat at the bar and fretted about why bashir doesn’t love him anymore. this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me (via skinchanging)

avoidingdestiny replied to your post: wait, wait in the relaunch no…

They do? Why? You should write fic of them visiting Garak and Julian.

As per memory-beta, they do:

O'Brien was later detached to the Starfleet Corps of Engineers on the planet Cardassia as a part of the Federation’s relief efforts, while Keiko was in charge of the planet’s botanical renewal efforts following the Dominion War. (DS9 - Worlds of Deep Space Nine novel: Cardassia: The Lotus Flower, DS9 novel: The Never-Ending Sacrifice)

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this is great! (wow, Keiko, in charge? whew! I bet that put some noses out of joint)

I own The Never-Ending Sacrifice, I just haven’t read it yet. I foresee some reading in my future, and then a strange blending of canon, semi-canon, and headcanons, because yes I would like Miles et famille to visit the Bashir-Garaks yes I would!

Though not native to the Empire, Klingons have developed a way to
make coffee ({qa'vIn}) particularly strong, both in flavor and in
its effect as a stimulant, and it is a very popular beverage. As a
rule, coffee is consumed plain–that is, black–but some Klingons
prefer to mix other ingredients in with the coffee. If some kind
of {HIq} (“liquor”) is added to the coffee, the drink is called
{ra'taj}. It is said that the drink was originally nicknamed {ra'wI’
taj} (“commander’s knife,” suggestive of its potency), and that the
name was shortened over time. This often repeated story cannot be
confirmed. In any event, {ra'taj} became one of the few Klingon
foods to become popular outside of the Empire, though in an altered
form. Instead of containing liquor, as does the genuine Klingon
{ra'taj}, the “export” version (which came to be pronounced *raktaj*
in Federation Standard) consists of strong Klingon coffee plus a
nutlike flavoring. Eventually, a new fashion developed–adding cream
to the *raktaj*–and with this innovation came yet another name,
*raktajino*, modeled after the name of another popular coffee drink,
cappuccino. *Raktajino* is now served hot or iced, with or without
extra cream, and with or without the rind of some fruit to add even
more flavor. Though it is sometimes called “Klingon coffee,” it is
quite different from both plain {qa'vIn} and the alcoholic {ra'taj}.

As quoted on this page, from Klingon for the Galactic Traveler by Marc Okrand.

Because today I was all, wait, raktajino, isn’t racht that worms thing that Bashir and Melora ate, oh my god is raktajino made of worms, and Star Trek was like relax, guy, already on it, we have retconned this shit so hard, we got this.

Best show, best fandom, best thing of all the things.

[redonyellow]

Remember that time Sisko threatened to nuke an entire planet and actually did it, without consulting Starfleet? Sisko doesn’t play. Sisko doesn’t bluff. 

[gracejo413]

Chekov is the cutest, and if you don’t think so, you need to get your priorities sorted out.

[notluvulongtime]

I’m convinced that Picardo’s other last name is ‘DeNiro.’ I mean, have we ever seen them in the same room together?

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