(couldn’t think of melodramatic enough dialog for speech bubble practice. ah well)
(Edit - I get this is massively old but IT WAS TOO DARK LIKE TO THE POINT WHERE YOU COULD NOT SEE) so I threw a filter over it so you could see… so here.)
Elim Garak (middle-aged cardassian in sore need of a haircut, dressed in something what was really expensive one day but doesn’t look like it anymore; sleeves rolled up, elbows deep in dirt of a flowerbed; screams across the 150ft lawn of the late E. Tain’s mansion’s adjacent territory): Of course the establishment of a democratic institution here may work in theory as long as populace won’t think this practice wasn’t influenced by foreign pressure, which no one can guarantee, but you know what else works in theory? Communism does and
Kelas Parmak (another middle-aged cardassian, bearing striking resemblance in posture and gravity to an average member of a soviet
intelligentsia, wearing at least 3 home-knit sweaters at the same time; screams across said lawn back at Garak): Whatever you say my dear
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.
