when you read a fic where julian’s drunk off his ass and flirting shamelessly with garak and garak’s clearly very interested and julian is wayyyyy too drunk to consent and you’re reading with one hand over your eyes, peeking between your fingers, because oh god
and then garak scolds him, tells him he’s too drunk to consent, takes him back to his quarters, gives him some water, and leaves
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no i haven’t? is that a particular author on ao3? or a specific story/collection?
Oh God. You are so lucky. You have a treat in store for you. I wish I could read all her stories again for the first time…
Here, and I’ll see you in, like, a year…
Oh, my. Very sweet, and very hot.
I can’t stop thinking about this story. I read it last night, and thought, wow, that was cute, kudos! And then today I keep replaying bits of it behind my eyes, without prompting. Marvelous characterizations. And I’m always delighted when Garak uses Julian as a sentient hot water bottle. :)
If you’d like to feel soft and fluffy and smooshy over Garak and Bashir, please try this out. Better than Cipralex.
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I’m an apprentice tattoo artist. An artist who owns a few shops invited me to their team.
I’ve got a long way to go. I’m still learning basic shading techniques. Working with a tattoo pen adds depth to the traditional flat plane I’m used to working on.
One is never too old to learn a new skill.
At times I feel like a complete newb.
So, here is a meme that I love. I’m sharing it for everyone who is learning something new.
