Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. 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.
Day 10: “Hope” - GARAK: And what I find interesting is how your mind ended up casting me in the role of the villain. BASHIR: Oh, I wouldn’t read too much into that, Garak. GARAK: Oh how can I not? To think, after all this time, all our lunches together, you still don’t trust me… There’s hope for you yet, Doctor.
“I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else–and i will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all.” Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters.
I also want a fic where Julian is on Cardassian and his patients and coworkers are initially like “Ugh who is this weird human with the dumb Federation ideals and atrocious accent and a throat and collarbones that he flaunts like a harlot” and then eventually they come to respect him and then grow fond of him until it becomes “We’ve only had Doctor Bashir for a year or so but if anything ever happened to him we’d kill everyone in the Federation and then ourselves” and they are protective against other cardassians that treat him badly
Course that’s what Garak walks into when they’re finally reunited lmao
Fell asleep watching Star Trek and had a dream where Julian used to have a Buzzfeed Unsolved-esque show where he and a buddy argued about aliens and Garak saw it and was basically Betrayed by Julian arguing so fervently with someone else, it was very funny
Logos, Mary Oliver /// I Liked You Better Before I Knew You So Well, James Allen Hall /// Hey Rosey, The National /// You with the Crack Running Through You, Kim Addonizio /// #319, asofterworld.com (remixed) /// yes & no, Natalie Wee /// Ceasefire, S.T. Gibson
