lost-fish-in-a-big-pond:

I’m claiming Forever Winter as a Garashir song

captain-athos:

From the perspective of someone who does sew things for people they love (my husband has so many ridiculous shirts), Garak doing the same for Julian is one of my absolute favourite things in fanfic. Before you make a garment for someone, you have to design it, and design it for them. You have to know the person, what style suits them, what colours suit them, plus what they like in the first place. It’s like a wearable portrait.

If I were a fic writer I’d write a whole piece from Garak’s perspective about designing a gift for Julian. I’d have him sneakily arrange some samples on the cutting table for him to fiddle with, surreptitiously gauging his reaction, figuring out which ones he reaches for, which ones he recoils from, which ones he unconsciously holds up to his cheek. 

I’d write about the hours spent poring over the cut of the garment, how much of his Cardassian aesthetic he puts into it, how much of Earth, how much of everything else. Garak would do his research - he’d look into Earth symbolism, to try and tell a story in his embroidery. He’d laugh himself into a coughing fit when he figured out that Earth people had at some point chosen the wrong mythological staff to represent the medical profession, and then decided to just run with it. He’d sew in a branching, tree-like pattern that ascended up each sleeve, repeating seven times, and push down a flutter of nervousness about whether Julian would get the reference.

I’d write about reconciling the Julian he knew with the measurements he’d - not stolen, if such information was so easily found. Tailoring the fit of the garment to him would feel oddly daring, a feeling he’d never encountered when the numbers were just numbers, and the bodies were just bodies. His eyes would follow the tapered lines from the shoulders to the waist and find a strange kind of intimacy in those clean, pressed seams.

When it came time to give him the gift, he’d wait. He’d wait for an opportune moment, when Julian was out wearing some poorly-tailored asymmetrical monstrosity, something that didn’t lie flat along the shoulders, machine embroidered, with a neckline that sat far too high. He’d tell Julian about all of these shortcomings in detail, remarking widely on his awful taste in clothing and his clear inability to dress himself. Then, and only then, he’d tell him to come by the shop later. Don’t leave me waiting for you, Doctor.

gaymoshiach:

hellotailor:

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alittlebriton:

saxifraga-x-urbium:

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markdoesstuff:

toastpiercer:

audible-smiles:

lesbianaaronburr:

i don’t know how to insert a readmore in mobile so you’re going to have to deal with this post. bear with me. i don’t understand why ds9 fandom casts garak as some sort of suave oscar wilde daddy dom when he’s clearly the kind of older man who gets trashed at a casino at 3pm on thursdays and tips dabo boys extra to hold him while he cries

the first thing we ever see him do is beeline over to the very shiniest twink from a nation comprised solely of shiny twinks (while he’s fucked up on space oxy btw) like “hey, i usually don’t approach people from space grindr in crowded public places before noon like this, but i haven’t had sex in nine years, so hmu if you ever want to…. ‘visit my tailoring shop’……… as they say.” he’s not that smooth.

imo that’s the very thing that makes g/b so great. like while garak IS technically a dangerous feminine powerful enemy spy, which as we all know is julian bashir’s charmingly bisexual fetish, even when bashir runs into ops for the first time like “I THINK GARAK IS A SPY AND WE CAN LEARN ALL MANNER OF SPY SECRETS FROM HIM” jadzia is immediately like “bro maybe but i’m pretty sure he mostly just wants to s your d.” and it’s actually incredibly magical that it even works!! ONLY fucking julian “teach for america” bashir would look at this portly middle-aged disaster of lizard man like “holy shit, i finally found my very own bond girl, holy shit, my dream.“ i honestly honestly just don’t think people understand the central themes of star trek: deep space nine at all

“the only issue I have with The Best Post in the World is that Oscar Wilde, while suave, was also the type of older man to get trashed in a casino at 3pm on a Thursday and pay a young man to hold him while he cried”- me

I’m going through my own ds9 tag because its gold and god, its a fuckin’ tragedy that OP deactivated, because they were a visionary 

changed my url but im still here and my posts are worse than ever b4

i missed this the first time around but I want to Endorse This Officially.

julian ‘teach for america’ bashir is the greatest thing i have ever heard, nothing will ever top it

I literally can’t pick a favourite part because I’m too busy crying actual tears of laughter

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@kangeiko

@hellotailor

FUCK

i found it. i found the best post.