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.
i love that missing one post on here makes this entire website incomprehensible. my friend never saw the og blorbo post and didn’t understand the blorbo meme for like a month. i didn’t see the ps5 guy tiktok and had no fucking clue what was going on for a week. if you happened to miss the post about the star wars slug you’re probably curled up in a ball sobbing right now
Buddy I haven’t seen an og meme post on this hellsite in 4 years, at this point I just let the current of incomprehensible fads carry me along.
but i genuninly dont know how to get some of you people to get this but your opinion of what being trans is or what being a lesbian is or what being bisexual is or whatever does not and will not ever effect whether someone is that or not
theres people who identify as trans and will never socially or medically transition. there are people who identify as lesbians who’s partners later turn out to be men. theres trans women who identify as gay men. theres always going to be people who you dont like who identify as the same as you. but you dont get to decide theyre not this or that. because you’re not them.
Btw if I say things like “by god” or “good lord” in posts please be aware I don’t mean it in a catholic way I mean it in a 1950s scientist reacting in horror after they create an evil creature in the lab set in the distant future year of 2005
To a Cardassian civilian onlooker, Garak looks like a massive hippy. If you were to tell a non-government related Cardassian about Elim Garak and then ask them “why do you think this guy was exiled?” they’d probably guess “oh I bet he was vocally against the occupation of Bajor.” The way he dresses, the way he acts, the way he talks, and the fact that he has a standing lunch appointment with a Federation officer and an unrelated standing breakfast appointment with a Bajoran security officer would scream “harmless hippy” to the untrained eye. He aims to disarm those he can fool into thinking he was exiled for being a coward and a draft-dodger. Those who know who he is of course see right through him, but the disguise is fairly effective for strangers.
If he really needs to sell the hippy act, he hangs some aromatic dried herbs near the door of his shop and walks around the promenade in sandals or better yet, barefoot if he can get away with it. It can be advantageous to be dismissed with a scowl and written off as a spineless Bajoran sympathizer without so much as a second thought. Years of Obsidian Order training certainly taught him how to appear nonthreatening.
