sisko:
mr garak it appears the station needs your help once again
garak:
[lana del rey voice] who, me? i?? [laughs] why, commander, i couldn't possibly. i'm just a tailor. a humble tailor. a simple, vapid, gay tailor. i only know about trivial, homosexual things like scarves, textiles, classic literature, mimosas--
sisko:
mr garak, how many times do i have to tell you? we don't HAVE that stereotype in the future anymore!! now, you can either help us stop dr bashirs dragon age 57 mod from 3D printing snakes onto the promenade or i'm having you extradited to breen!!!
“He was beautiful, Julian thought. Not simply because of his youth, but because of the life that seemed to crackle beneath the surface of his skin. His blue eyes sparkled with electricity. His movements spoke of a quiet excitement. Even the scent of him, thin as it was on the breeze, seemed to prickle with spice and static. It was something, Julian unhappily noted, that was missing from the exile he knew. That joy, that freedom had gone.”
(I’m always floored by DHW’s writing but this one has to be one of my favorites. Who can resist a young obsidian order Garak?)
Jesus I somehow missed this amazing fic the first time round. But maybe I win because I get to read it with this lovely picture of young Garak in my mind’s eye,
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.
