This is one of the best things I’ve ever watched. NO ONE knows joy like this man.
its like the puppy therapy but with elephant seal pups
Baby animal piles truly is the best kind of therapy
seals really are just dog mermaid
This is one of the best things I’ve ever watched. NO ONE knows joy like this man.
its like the puppy therapy but with elephant seal pups
Baby animal piles truly is the best kind of therapy
seals really are just dog mermaid
19. In Formal Wear
Julian being oblivious at some Earth party. Perhaps post-canon?
I took cues from the episode ‘Tribunal’ for Garak’s formal wear and then Garaked it up.
I finished DS9 yesterday and it left me feeling a little empty inside. As far as endings go it wasn’t bad, per say, but there were a few things I wasn’t really fond of.
Thank goodness for Andrew Robinson writing Garak’s autobiography. I’m only half way through but it was well worth the money.
We have an expression: subtext. That much of the truth of Garak was like a glacier: you saw only the tip of the glacier, but then, underneath the tip, was the very complicated truth of his life. So, playing that subtext, living with that subtext, presenting that subtext behind a mask of affability, of friendliness, of congeniality, I think that was both the challenge and the pleasure of the character.
Drawn for Asteriski ‘cause i figured she’d like the content. Based on the same principle as the Cardassian layout and drawn more comic like yet again.
Kira/Dax ftw.
Some Orphan Time to balance out all this pizza, maybe? Since last time was Mira, and I still don’t have a name for half the twins, this time it’s Tolan. It’s small, but it’s a sketchy thing all around that I thought people might enjoy. Assuming my orphan crew survived Pizzageddon.
Unfortunately, it’s not super involved on Tolan’s part, since he’s kind of still in trama-baby mode, but it’s something.
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“Does he look strange to you?”
Garak squints at Tolan. “Strange how? Has he been coughing again?”
“Not ‘ill’ strange, but just in general.”
“He looks the way you’d expect a hybrid of his type to look.”
“But he looks strange for a Cardassian.”
Garak shrugs. “Of course he does. So do you.”
Julian laughs a little and Tolan flails and tries to kick him in response to the sound and sudden movement. “It’s just – no, stop, stop, it’s okay, we’re done with the laughing now, we-“
“Do you want help with that?”
“I’ve got him, thank you.” Julian spends a few more seconds trying to hush and restrain Tolan until he calms down and returns to being quietly wary. “I just wondered if he looked different to you than he does to me. I think the pointed ears are adorable, but Mira…” He frowns thinking about Mira’s candid expression of her disapproval. “She said she thinks he looks broken.”
“Mira is a child. As we’ve discussed frequently, an overly dramatic and opinionated one, but a child regardless. You don’t need to worry about her. In the end, more years of her life will include Tolan than not, and they’ll be fine.”
Julian frowns. “So she’ll just ‘get used to him.’”
“Yes.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Does he look broken to you?”
“No. He looks like him.” When Julian takes a breath to say something else, Garak stops him. “My dear, I live with a human, was quite good friends with a Bajoran hybrid, frequently had breakfast with a changeling, have conversed with Klingons, done business with more than a few Ferengi, and have had passing familiarity with the waist measurements of more species than I can recall the names of. I see nothing wrong with Tolan, just that he is what he is.”
Awwwwwwwwww <3