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lacefuneral:

Hm. Married.

[Video description: a 17 second clip from Star Trek: The Original Series featuring Kirk and Spock.

Kirk and Spock stand on rocky terrain and are holding daggers in their right hands, both are looking up and around when Kirk asks, “Do you think we could create a sonic disruption with two of our communicators?”

Spock looks towards him and says, “Only a very slight chance it would work.”

Kirk then says dismissively and in a slight falsely disappointed tone, “Well, if you don’t think we can, maybe we shouldn’t try.”

Spock immediately says, “Captain, I didn’t say that exactly.”

Kirk smiles to himself and they both pull out their communicators and walk away.

/end video description]

lorenzobane:

triptych (a love story in three parts)

(A/N: Just a tiny piece of fluff)

The first time Garak realizes he’s taken Bashir for granted is when the Doctor cancels their plans for lunch at the last minute. It is not the first time Bashir has been called away on some emergency or another. But when he receives the message, he feels a flash of irritation. He had expected to spend time with the man discussing La Belle Dame Sans Merci, a poem by a human poet named John Keats.

It’s the irritation that surprises him. The idea that he had felt entitled to the man’s time. That he had simply expected his company, that Bashir was a given in his life- like a rule in a logic puzzle. Always unyieldingly true.

Elim Garak is an exile, a spy, and, apparently, still a fool.

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