Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
ok. icebreaker-type question. imagine time travel exists, but all of the serious super big things that likely come to mind when time travel is a factor is stuff youre not “qualified” for, as a civilian. what stupid, petty, thing do you use time travel for?
personally, i’d buy this one limited-time pin from a con i had no chance of going to, and also buy some transformers animated toys while they were still being sold.
what I really liked as a little kid was that an old nice man would visit our neighbourhood every saturday in his little green fiat 126p, park on the edge of our old and ugly playground, and set up his cotton candy machine.
it was a loud and horrible metal thing smelling of fuel and burnt sugar. it was the best cotton candy ever. the small cotton candy cost 50gr and the big one (so big you couldn’t eat it alone!) cost 1zł. he’d always wait as we stood under the balconies, each kid yelling MAMOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAAJ MI NA WATEEE
if you only had super small change like 20gr he’d still make one for you, just very small. and if you stayed until obiad time when he would start disassembling the whirring miracle machine, he’d let you scrub out the sticky bits of half-cottoned sugar with ice cream sticks.
cheesy songs would play on his little radio and a gaggle of other grandpas and uncles would gather around him if the day was sunny to talk about old times. we’d tease him all the time, monsters that we were, or try to sneak into his ugly-green maluch.
made a lot kids smile, especially if you didn’t really have much money.
hope you’re alright, wherever you are.
and you know, it’s funny – each time that I see a green fiat like his or each time I see cotton candy, I think of this man. he’s probably gone now, none of us even ever knew his name, he was just pan od waty. but even a loose 50gr coin found in a pocket now makes me think, 20 years later:
you know. for pride i should mention the lesbian doves in a proper post like i mention it. so often. bc it rewired me. but i haven’t really just gotten a Record
so like years back me and an old friend were looking at a pigeon adoption site together, and most of them were in mated pairs. and what was kind of surprising to me was there were a Lot that were same-sex, like i expected some but it was a solid fifth of the pairs maybe? a quarter?
and there was a pair of two females that caught our eye and it was actually a pigeon and a dove (i forget what breed the latter was but it was significantly smaller than the pigeon) and the description said something to the effect of “because of the size difference pairs between a pigeon and a dove are usually split up but she’s very gentle with her” and i think about this every day of my life. love wins.
julian is the housecat that wandered into garak’s enclosure and inexplicably trusts him so now he has to try and act like a person who’s worthy of that trust because otherwise they might take him away. that’s it. that’s the dynamic. what if a prisoner fell in love with their adopted cat. julian is the enrichment in garak’s cheetah cage. i am unwell
