i think there are two possible very funny jokes for this episode… either a) the episode keeps building up making the audience think something awful is about to happen to him but it turns out the other characters are just, like, throwing a surprise birthday party for him or something or b) very awful things keep almost happening, unbeknownst to him but seen by the audience in increasingly ridiculous twists of fate. honestly both at once would be good it’d be nice to seem him have a bit of good luck for once in his life ❤️
But if they throw him a surprise birthday party, that might be bad also. As O’Brien says in Whispers,” they might’ve been trying to pull off one of those surprise parties that I can’t stand”. On the other hand, O’Brien being miserable at a birthday party is still far better than imprisonment, torture, being replaced by a clone, involuntary time-travel and other traumatic events.
Garak is more ill-tempered than usual during their lunch-date and leaves early. At first, Bashir blames it on himself and the Earth poetry, but when Garak stop tending to his shop or answering Bashir’s calls, he becomes concerned.
Includes Cardassian physiology, Garak being obstinate and Bashir being a Shelley nerd.
Some soft garashir for you all….. 1) inspired by little achievements by @almaasi which is just so incredible and watching that video was instant serotonin and 2)the cover for the garashir playlist I made
THEIR GLASSES ARE SO CUTE ;u;
and I always imagined their “costumes” as being stand-ins for something similar but not the same, except seeing them drawn with those collars (so very adorably, I might add) makes me think, HMM, what if Cardassian fashion included pointy collars these days…
Do you ever just think of Tekeny Ghemor? How he thinks that Cardassia needs more artists, fewer spies? How Kira becomes his daughter? How he says feels like a grandfather, holding Yoshi?
This chapter: Nog gets some advice from Garak and Julian
Nog sat at a cracked and wobbly Replimat table, skulking behind a
vase of fake blue flowers. He was thankful he was short enough to do
so. Normally his height put him at a disadvantage, especially on ships
and starbases designed for humans. Not that it bothered him. It was an
inconvenience, not an embarrassment. He was as proud of his
heritage as he was of his commission, and he was proud of the profit and
skills he had acquired. Normally, he could cheer himself up just by
listing them off: bartender extraordinaire, budding engineer, the first
Ferengi to serve in Starfleet, one of the only cadets to ever to beat
the Kobayashi Maru scenario …
Today, the exercise only
depressed him. For all his accomplishments, he still didn’t know how to
strike up a conversation with Ensign Luka Priand. He risked a glance.
She was still there, sitting at the table, so engrossed in what she was
reading that her raktajino had gone cold. He’d met her at the bar
three nights ago. They’d had a wonderful, if brief, conversation. Like
him, she was from a planet poorly represented in Starfleet (Peliar
Zel). Like him, she was an Ensign. Unlike him, she had many friends
her own age on the Enterprise, where she was posted. Nog had barely had
time to make her acquaintance before others pulled her away. He’d been
hoping to run into her since, yet here was his opportunity, and here he
sat, alone at his table behind an ugly vase of plastic flowers.
Cecil. She/her. During the day I sit in libraries staring at books. During the night I write queer fanfiction with a historical slant.
Some not-so-random facts: Gay space lizards are the best lizards. Star Trek is my life. I have too many DS9 ships. Classic Who and the Eighth Doctor Adventures make me grin stupidly. Kelas Parmak is the best. I will defend historically accurate portrayals of Alan Turing to the last drop of blood. Likes and asks end up in the name of @apolesens-otheraccount, because Tumblr doesn't have a way of changing which blog is your primary one. Nothing happens over there - this is the one to follow.
