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.
Out of all the times i’ve seen this I never paid this any attention until now. WHERE IN THE WORLD DID THE THE GUY WITH TWO DIFFERENT SOCKS ON GO?? HE JUMPED IN THE AIR AND DISSAPEARED????????
The guy in the black socks knees bend right as the guy with two different socks jumps and disappears… I think he picked him up and ran out of the room 😭
do you think those ants that domesticated aphids ever look at them and have the same feeling I have when I look at my cat and think “she is a little woman who lives in my house”
Do you think the tarantulas who have tiny pet frogs think this about them. I hope so
“Time to go milk my aphids,” thinks the industrious ant. “Gonna get a good crop this week!”
“I wonder if my tiny frog would like a little leaf hat?” the tarantula asks herself. “It would keep the rain off his brow. Do amphibians need to keep rain off their brows?”
isnt it insane that merry and pippin spent like the span of weeks apart in different countries and immediately made new besties whose lives they save in their final battles. like merry strikes the blow on the witch king that lets eowyn kill him and pippin pulls faramir out of denethor’s pyre. and then eowyn and faramir ended up marrying each other. isn’t that wild. were merry and pippin conspiring in the houses of healing like hey i think my new best friend would be great with your new best friend how quickly do you think we can get them to fall in love. was there great hobbit cacophony when faramir kisses eowyn on the ramparts. i think yes.
“It’s a good way to earn some extra credits,” Sisko said as he scooped more mashed potatoes onto his plate. “And Vilix’pran needs the help.”
“Dad, have you ever tried to look after sixteen kids at once?” Jake said. “I’m not doing it. He could pay me in a new PADD and a holosuite program and I still wouldn’t do it.”
“Oh, you mean like that new snowboarding program?” Sisko said, not looking up from his food.
“That came in?” Jake asked.
Sisko smiled at him. “Quark says it’s very popular. Maybe you and Nog could play it.”
Jake’s eyes lit up, then realization dawned on him and he slumped back in his chair. “After I babysit for Vilix’pran,” he grumbled.
“Smart boy,” Sisko said with a wink. “Finish your dinner. Ensign Vilix’pran expects you at nineteen hundred hours.”
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“No! Not in the…” Jake fumbled and nearly caught Ten before she fell into the hatchling pond. “… water.”
Tears welled in Ten’s eyes. At least, Jake assumed they were tears. He wasn’t about to bring a sample to Dr. Bashir, but the glistening in all six of her eyes seemed to happen when she was upset. She turned her long, prehensile nose into the air and wailed – a thin, reedy sound that Jake had gotten very used to after so many babysitting gigs for Vilix’pran.
“Ten’s wet,” Three, one of Vilix’s children from a previous litter, said. He was standing next to Jake, a concerned expression on his small face.
“Yeah, I know,” Jake said as he scooped Ten out of the pond. “Thanks for pointing that out.”
Three wasn’t old enough to understand sarcasm so he just nodded. “Welcome.”
Jake grabbed a towel from next to the hatching pond and gave Ten a quick rub down. “Alright, who wants jelly pods?” he asked the room of children. Twelve hands shot into the air. The remaining four children were engaged in a game of what Jake could only describe as “stalk fighting” with their ear stalks.
“This had better be a really good snowboarding game,” Jake grumbled as he materialized a plate of flavored jelly pods from the replicator. Swarm felt rude considering how the kids looked, but Jake couldn’t think of any other word to describe twelve children descending on him and all grabbing for a jelly pack. “Relax!” he said as Five reached a wobbly hand towards the plate. He picked up a green jelly, one of Five’s favorites, and handed it to him. “I can always replicate some more. You’ll get fed.”
“More!” Two exclaimed, her mouth covered in red jelly. “More! More!”
The chant of “more” quickly filled the quarters as more and more children joined in.
“You all get one and then I’ll replicate another plate!” Jake said in his most authoritative voice. He winced as he realized he sounded like his father. Good thing Nog wasn’t here to rub that in. “Are we clear?”
“Yeah,” a couple of children grumbled at once.
“Ok! Eat and then we’ll talk,” Jake said as he put the plate back on the replicator to be reclaimed. He started putting in the code for a cheeseburger for himself when little Eight wobbled up to him.
“Jake,” she said, pulling on his pants leg.
“Yeah?” Jake asked, trying not to let his frustration show in his voice.
“You’re cool,” she said. She looked down at her feet. “I like when you babysit.”
Jake pressed his lips together to keep from tearing up. “You’re pretty cool too, Eight,” he said. “Do you want to play hide and seek after you eat?”
“Yeah!” Eight said, her six eyes glowing with delight.
“Ok. Just tell Two and Four that they aren’t allowed to climb into the ventilation shafts. We talked about this.”
“We talked about this,” Eight repeated as she half-toddled, half-flew towards the other children. “No ventilation shafts. We talked about this.”
Jake took a bite of his cheeseburger and looked out over the throng of quietly playing and eating children. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad gig.
One of my earlier embroidery animations, this was my second one. I made sure that the designs were very simple, since I wanted this to be fairly long. The tangled thread is just purposefully messed up French knots.
“Another all nighter, I presume?” Garak asked as he walked into their kitchen.
Julian was surrounded by PADDs and a couple of empty raktajino mugs. He turned half-lidded eyes towards Garak. He had been working for three days straight on a cure for a new strain of Andorian flu. “What’re you doing up, Gary?” he asked, his words slurred.
Garak raised an eyebrow ridge at him. “Gah-ree?” he asked. “Is that some Earth pet name I’m unaware of?”
“No, it’s…” Julian furrowed his brow. “Gary’s a name.” He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand. “How did Gary come up?”
“Ah,” Garak said. He turned towards their replicator and began typing in a code.
“Didn’t know you drink raktajinos,” Julian said as the familiar mug materialized on the replicator platform.
“I don’t,” Garak replied. He took the mug from the replicator and set it down in front of Julian. “This is for you.”
Julian smiled sleepily at Garak. “Thank you, darling,” he said, taking the warm mug in his hands.
“You’re quite welcome, Julie,” Garak said.
“Wot?” Julian protested.
“A little joke. Drink your raktajino, dear.”
Julian nodded and took a sip of raktajino. “Is this a new recipe?” he asked with a grimace. “It tastes… odd.”
“Quite new. I engineered it just for the occasion.”
“Occasion?” Julian echoed. “What…?” He slumped a little against the table as his muscle tension started to leave him.
“There we go,” Garak said as Julian slid onto the table, his eyes fluttering shut. “I thought perhaps I was losing my touch. You’ll be asleep for twenty-four hours. I’ll be sure to inform the hospital.”
“No fair,” Julian grumbled. “Trick.”
“My dear, you know quite well that you didn’t marry an honest man,” Garak said as he hoisted Julian’s arm over one shoulder. As he levered Julian to his feet, he added: “At least I use my deceptions for good these days.”
“Need me,” Julian grumbled. “Can’t sleep.”
“What the hospital needs is a fully cognizant Dr. Julian Bashir,” Garak said as he dragged Julian to their bedroom. He flopped the doctor down on their bed. “You, my dear, are not a cognizant Julian Bashir.”
“’Cause you drugged me!” Julian protested.
“Even before I got involved, you were having difficulties,” Garak said as he tucked Julian into bed. He kissed Julian on the forehead. “Rest now, my dear,” he said. “I’ll check on you when I get back from work.”
