You walk the promenade lat into the bajoran night, the station is quiet. You spy Garak drinking, and he catches you looking. What say you to the invitation?
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.
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“ ladyyatexel:
“This absolutely happens in the ds1920s universe, what are you talking about.
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[Julian Bashir leaning down to kiss Elim Garak. Both have their eyes closed and are smiling. ]
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