sachimas:

reblog to give this person you rb’d it from the strength to complete their tasks

radiobabe:

my new favorite media is middle aged people finding love for the first time because it gives me hope that even if I don’t find love when I’m young like everyone tells me I will it doesn’t mean it isn’t out there for me

marxistgnome:

Quark is just so. Hes this annoying little guy and everyone fucking hates this dumbass little prick but also he is in fact so kind that the very world he comes from reviles him and everyone cares about him so much they will rebuild his bar from scratch because that fucking dickhead is a constant in their lives and is therefore deeply important to them and that concept is so central to ds9, from the weird shitty cardassian beds to the weird and fucked up computer system its about loving something thats imperfect and weird and irritating because its become an intrinsic part of your life and who you are and its so autistic and i so love it.

lorenzobane:

Shot through the heart (and you’re to blame)

(A.N. One of my most dearly held fanfiction beliefs is that every once in a while, you need a pointless/plotless hc fic. Why is this character injured? Because I said so. Anyway.)

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“I honestly thought you’d like this one!” Julian exclaims dramatically as they sit at an outside table for lunch in the middle of the Cardassian cold season. “I picked it particularly because I thought you might enjoy seeing a human take on something akin to a repetitive epic.”

The restaurant they’re sitting in has an open patio on the streets of one of Lakaran City’s recently up-zoned districts to encourage more economic development and growth and Julian had been itching to try it. A Vulcan-Cardassian fusion restaurant. What a brave new world they have forged.

“I suppose,” Elim begins, looking at his meal skeptically, “A Hundred Years of Solitude does have something in common with the repetitive epic–”

“Exactly! I thought you’d appreciate the approach of focusing on several generations and their intertwining destinies.”

“Perhaps, however, you must see my general opposition to the story as a whole.”

“Oh, must I? I thought you’d really appreciate one of the themes that Marquez highlights, namely the way that past, present, and future are inseparable and built upon each other. What is that old Cardassian saying- ‘the artillery of our past loads the armaments of our sons?’”

“Precisely, Doctor. And I found the Buendía family a very poor role model or example. This family, living in their city cut off from the state, and their willful disobedience, bring their own undoing unto themselves. Their rebellion leads to a violent massacre and the final destruction of the family. There may be individuals here on Cardassia who view such an end as justified and utterly brought upon themselves.”

“Don’t you think that your view is a bit simplistic? A good novel is more than an effective lead and art operate as more than an exemplar of how one should live their life.”

“A Federation viewpoint if I’ve ever heard one,” Elim shoots back. “Art, allegedly, for its own sake.”

“Ah,” Julian says, smiling airily as their food arrives at the table and speaking grandly, “is there no truth in beauty?”

Elim gave him an amused look “We will come back to that. Now, however, can you please help me with a more pressing matter?”

“Of course,” Julian responds.

“What is this?” Elim replies, his lips slightly pursed in disgust.

“Oh- it is some type of fusion between Plomeek soup and Zabu stew. I thought you would like it.”

“This is the last time I allow you to order for me in my absence, Julian.”

Julian huffs in exasperated amusement. “Oh please spare me, Elim. I knew that if I left it to your tender mercies you would spend half the time eviscerating the menu and I had really meant for that time to be spent eviscerating the book I chose.”

“I will never understand the human desire to flirt shamelessly over a meal in public.”

Julian gives him a fond look, “liar.”

“One of the best,” Elim responds with a surprisingly sweet smile.

Julian opens his mouth to retort when he hears something. A faint sound of an object piercing through the air. Human hearing is unusually sensitive by Cardassian standards and Julian’s even more so. It takes him less than a quarter of a nano-second to realize what it was.

Another to realize its trajectory is headed directly for Elim.

Not spending another moment to think about it, Julian leaps across the table to push Elim down.

He hears him say, “Julian, what are you–”

Then he feels a sharp prick into his lower left hip.

Then he feels his throat start to swell, the pain is fierce in its suddenness. In an instant, Julian feels as if he’s caught fire. It feels like it lasts an eternity but, just as quickly, Julian feels himself pass out.

The pain vanishes as quickly as it began.

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