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.
“Less men in crop tops more men in therapy” you know you can like, criticize toxic masculinity without taking a jab at feminine and gnc men who are often made targets of toxic masculinity right? Like you know you can do that? God I hate that tweet so much.
It’s pleasant to dwell in the nostalgia of it, even temporarily, and he holds onto it until it seems to pass, waning to give way to the present. When it does, he continues: “But seriously, Garak, this looks like deleted personal logs from an officer on a Federation starship?”
“Not simply any Federation starship.” A smirk. “Tell me, Doctor, what do you know of the Illyrians?”
good day everyone. thinking about garak asking keiko o'brien for gardening tips
garak has been hanging around the o'brien family quarters Looking Sneaky a bit too often lately. miles gets suspicious and enlists julian to help him catch garak in the act. mission impossible shenanigans ensue. eventually they both tumble out of the ceiling of the quarters while conducting “covert surveillance” or something, only to find garak and keiko calmly discussing how to cultivate cardassian irises over afternoon tea
miles asks why garak was sneaking around. turns out he’s been illegally smuggling keiko a bunch of poisonous romulan orchids in exchange for advice on grafting trees, and he didn’t want odo to confiscate his stock. keiko is so happy about being able to study the orchids that miles doesn’t have the heart to report garak for bringing deadly poisons aboard the station
