Icon from a picrew by grgikau. 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.
“umm arts not a real job ://“ show me a stock. put a stock. into my hands. you cannot do that can you? but you know what i can do? i can draw you giant furry boobs and place that gentley into your palms. who of us is the truer man. who of us provides at the end of the day. look me in the eyes
man kira and garak are one of the funniest ds9 duos because they’re mlm-wlw hostility at its finest except when they’re put in a room with dukat and they’re both like okay yeah i hate him more than i hate you and unite against him in the funniest possible ways
I fucking love how Our Flag Means death has explicit, unabashed queer romance and character but ALSO has wall-to-wall metaphors and symbolism. We can have the kiss but we can ALSO read into the colors of wardrobes and whether a character wears gloves or not. We can read into the metaphor of Stede’s secret closet and letting Ed in, and ALSO have a fully fleshed-out storyline about a gay man in a loveless marriage telling his wife “his name is Ed.” We have the red silk scene in the moonlight, of gently handling a bit of cloth to represent a heart, and we have “what makes Ed happy is…you.”
We get all the subtle details of brief touches and meaningful glances, but not instead of explicit queerness—it’s that the unabashedly queer characters and story deserve that level of build-up and poetry.
