Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.

derinthescarletpescatarian:

idlnmclean:

sushinfood:

tybalt-you-saucy-boi:

gallusrostromegalus:

vainvaihe:

things got a little heated in the gc today

International Differences that turn into screaming matches of misdirected fury is one of my favorite genres of humor

Can we talk about how raw of a quote “When I kill God, I’ll make a law in the universe that makes every being put carrots on their sandwiches. … And you? You will eat sandwiches every day.” is

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Also OP

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Tower of Babel by unknown author circa Old Testament.

I hope you all realise that I think of this conversation (specifically the Phoenix Wright animation of it) every time I go to Subway. I had Subway today and thought of this conversation the whole time.

And yes, I had carrot.

thekidsfromyestergay:

Anyways. Right here. Right now. All the way in Battery City. The little children. Raise their open filthy palms. Like tiny daggers up to heaven. And all the juvie halls. And the Ritalin rats. Ask angels made from neon. And fucking garbage. Scream out. What will save us. Not like you even care.

vaspider:

i-am-corbin-dallas:

sow-ay:

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I’d never heard of Top Surgery Revision before. But this is super interesting!

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Revisions are pretty common, actually! I wish more people knew that bc a lot of people do need them. As with any other surgery, it can be tough to know how you will heal, and revisions are not an indication that your top surgery was done badly or that you “failed” somehow. (But if your surgeon did fuck up, you can get revisions done by someone else.)

ofhouseadama:

but if the world was ending (you’d come over, right?)
rated e | wc ~3,600 | warnings: graphic sex

Three bad days in the Cardassian System finds Deep Space Nine designated as a casualty clearing center, and after thirty-two hours on his feet, Julian finds that his office has been designated as a bay for the critically injured and the cot he has been sleeping on is occupied by a comatose Klingon. Nerves frayed by the stimulants coursing through his system and head muddled from lack of sleep, he’s not-so-gently reminded by Dr. Girani that he’s timed out—and can’t log himself back into any of the medical systems before 0940 hours.

So he goes to find Garak instead.

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