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monser!garak design based off of this video by @goblin-den
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our painting ripens red is my fic for Femslesh February! (Rated E, No Warnings) Here is a little illustration I made while writing this story - both the fic and the art have become very dear to me and I hope you can enjoy them as much as I do! 💖
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I've tried to make my peace with Odo being a cop, a collaborator and a fascist and for the most part, I'm okay with it. It helps to remember that he was tortured by a chaotic Bajoran scientist who apparently just poked him and prodded him to see what would happen, which perhaps explains his need for order above all else. It also helps to remember that as a changeling with no knowledge of his origins, Odo is fundamentally an adaptive being and he learned his job while working with the Cardassians, so he would have absorbed a lot of his worldview from that experience.
It also helps that other viewers recognise it, like in this Renegade Cut video.
But it doesn't really clash too much with DS9's reality as a symbol of moral compromise, it doesn't make Odo's interactions with Quark any less funny and it doesn't change the fact that Rene Auberjonois gives a great performance. So as long as I'm not being asked to approve of Odo's behaviour, it's fine.
Except for how it reflects on Kira.
Kira is so bent on justice after the Cardassian occupation that she insists on tracking down any leads on criminals who can be punished or victims who can be helped. She can't forgive her own mother for being a "comfort woman" to Dukat. She still harbours resentment for Bajoran collaborators and doesn't renounce any of her part in the resistance movement, even when she's defenceless in front of a Cardassian who wants to kill her for it.
But she's close to Odo from the very start of the show. She stands next to him and says nothing as he asks a suspect something along the lines of "if you're not guilty, why did you run?" (Ok it was a potential war criminal, but Odo didn't know that and Kira doesn't think anything of it). Kira never voices any objection to Odo acting outside his jurisdiction or without evidence. Even when his role in sentencing innocent Bajorans to death during the occupation is uncovered, Kira is uncomfortable with it but it doesn't disrupt their relationship. Only Odo actually betraying her to the Dominion seems to have an impact, and even when it's resolved with a long talk (off screen). And it's not just that Kira accepts all this, she starts dating him afterwards. Even when Odo leads her to rejoin his people (who led him astray before), she's cool with it.
And it makes it look like either the writers didn't realise these problems with Odo were serious, or else Kira is someone who only has a problem with these behaviours when it's a Cardassian carrying them out. Kind of disappointing that the character with the strongest sense of moral clarity in the show is consistently undermined because someone decided she should be Odo's love interest.
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Entirely based on the Heather Dale song. I didn’t even bother to research this; I just got inspired by the song.
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“Elim?”
“Hmm?” Garak asked, turning to glance at Julian. The man was absolutely stunning, his long limbs spread out over their shared bed. Garak still wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve Julian coming with him to Cardassia. He knew it wouldn’t be for forever, so he savored every look he got.
“Elim?” Julian repeated.
“Yes, doctor,” Garak said, tamping down his desires for a moment.
“Did I ever tell you the story of the selkie prince and his bride?”
“I don’t think we read that one,” Garak commented. “A sell-key? Is that anything like a cut-purse?”
“What?” Julian said, trying to catch up with the miscommunication. It took him a moment. “Oh! No. A selkie is a person who can turn into a seal.”
In the end, it took a few more explanations and a picture to get from a seal being something on correspondence to a seal being an animal.
“Ah, so something similar to a leyik,” Garak said after examining a hologram of a harbor seal. “And some humans can turn into these?”
“Well, no, not in real life,” Julian said. “It’s a myth.”
“Myth?” Garak said, a look of confusion on his face.
Julian glared at him. “Nice try, mister,” he said, “but you taught me some Cardassian legends, remember?”
Garak smirked at him. “It was worth a shot,” he said, walking over to the bed.
“Why would you want me explaining myths to you anyway?” Julian asked as Garak snuggled up next to him in bed.
“My dear, I know this will come as a complete shock to you, but sometimes I get bored and tell lies,” Garak said. He brushed a bit of hair out of Julian’s face. “Also, you’re very lovely to look at when you’re explaining something,” he said.
“And when I’m not?”
“Utterly average,” Garak said. Julian pouted and Garak gave him a kiss on the nose. “Now, what is it you wanted to tell me about the selkie?”
“Well, the story is that a selkie prince saw a fisherman’s daughter from the sea,” Julian said. “Over time, the selkie fell in love with the fisherman’s daughter and the fisherman’s daughter fell in love with the selkie.”
“Without them ever speaking to one another?” Garak asked.
“It’s a story, Garak,” Julian complained. “Anyway, the selkie prince can take human form, but only until midnight. If he stays out of the water past midnight, he dies.”
“A rather arbitrary timeframe,” Garak said. “And one that can be easily managed. One only need keep track of –”
“Would you please let me finish?” Julian said.
“Very well, doctor.”
“The selkie begs the fisherman’s daughter to marry him and come live with him beneath the sea. She tells him that she loves him, but that she would drown if she went with him. The selkie is heartbroken and vows to stay with her for one night, even if it costs him his life. The fisherman’s daughter says that she can’t bear to watch him die, so she goes to ask her grandmother what to do. Her grandmother tells her that she doesn’t know a way to help the selkie remain human, but that her mother had a selkie coat. The coat will allow the fisherman’s daughter to transform into a selkie and come with him.”
“How convenient.”
“Story, Garak. Anyway, she retrieves the selkie coat from under a tree where her grandmother had buried it.” Garak gave him a blank look. “Just go with it,” Julian said. “She retrieves the coat, puts it on, and joins her love beneath the sea to live happily ever after.”
“A charming story,” Garak said, “if somewhat asinine.”
“Well,” Julian said, retrieving a PADD from his bedside table. “I hope this isn’t too ‘asinine’ for you.” He handed him the PADD.
Garak furrowed his brow and read over the form. He scarcely needed to. It was a form he’d seen a lot of recently on Cardassia. Still, he went over it a couple of times to make sure he was reading it correctly. “You’re a Cardassian citizen?” he asked.
“As of this morning,” Julian said with a smile. “It turns out doctors are somewhat needed right now.”
Garak let out a little grunt of a laugh at that. Doctors weren’t just needed; they were craved in a culture suffering from six different types of radiation poisoning and rampant nutritional problems. “Are you sure?” Garak asked. “This is… Last I checked, it was impossible for Federation citizens to retain their citizenship and also become a citizen of Cardassia.”
“I know,” Julian said. He traced Garak’s eyebrow ridge with his thumb. “But I’d rather live beneath the waves with you.”
Garak’s lip trembled. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“Yes, well, I expect to be treated as a prince,” Julian teased. “That is the deal. I live beneath the waves and become a selkie prince.”
“I made no such deal,” Garak said. He kissed Julian on the forehead, cupping the human’s cheek in his hand. “But I will do my best.”
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And the daforge 80′s roller derby piece is done!! Thank you so much @lizilla for commissioning this piece and being so patient. I had an absolute BLAST working on it and researching for it!!!
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Working on a fix for the first time in a decade...
As if it wasn't bad enough that Kelas was woken up regualy by the pain in his joints sometimes his brain would turn against him as well. He's feel the chill of the bank white room. He'd see those eyes. Sometime it would start before he'd even fallen asleep. As he was drifting off he'd see Regnar sitting in the chair in the corner of his room. He'd try to pull himself up to meet the man in the eye, but be unable to move.
After this has happened a few times he'd moved the chair out of his room. Regnar had appeared standing in the shadow of the door after that. Sometimes Kelas welcomed being woken up by his body. Although he'd heard on his return that Reganr was no where near Cardassia, who could be sure with such a man? Exiled, dead? People whispered any number of things. These days people whispered any number of things. These days Kelas tried not to listen to whispers. Whispers had been part of what got him here in the first place.
An exile. Working for Starfleet. A tailor. What use would Statfleet have for a tailor? What use would Starfleet have for an Cardassian. It would be nice to believe that
The Ancient Herbarian's, allegedly, used to say that a maiden would dream of the man she was going to marry on Unification Days Eve.
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I’m gonna go ahead and be a film snob and talk about why this is one of my favorite shots from TOS. (I could also say that it’s one of my favorite scenes, because the entire scene actually consists of a single shot.)
We don’t see a lot of bald expressions of emotion in film and television, especially if that emotion is fear or sadness or vulnerability. Dramas will give us some tears, but they always cut a way after a few seconds because a closeup of someone crying is deeply uncomfortable and most movies and TV shows aren’t in the business of making their audiences uncomfortable. It just doesn’t sell well.
But in this scene the camera never looks away. It follows Spock as he sits down at the table, and it circles him as he cries. But there are no cuts. We don’t even get music to create some distance, make it all a little more palatable; we just hear sobs and mumbled math equations.
It’s absolutely excrutiating. It would be excruciating no matter who we were watching, because we are so unaccustomed to seeing unadulterated emotion. And then there’s the fact that it’s a man. And that it’s Spock.
Fifty years later and this is still one of the most daring filmmaking decisions I’ve ever seen on TV (I of course can’t be exactly sure who made it, but I’m assuming it was the director of the episode, Marc Daniels). This shot lasts 1 minute and 45 seconds. We’re in the middle of space and in the middle of a high-stakes episode where the crew is going crazy and the ship is going to blow up or some shit and everyone’s lives are in danger, but we pause 1 minute and 45 seconds to have an uncomfortably human moment with an alien who doesn’t even want to be human, and it’s so awful and amazing.
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Picard in trouble in the last episode of Picard then in comes Blazin’ Bev to save the day like
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Dear Elim,
Greetings to Cardassia – wish I was there too...
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I will visit you soon and will stay like forever. Miss you. J~
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To Andrew Robinson who played my fav. DS9 character and wrote the only ST novel I will ever own as printed paperback. Happy birthday. 🌺
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There's a lot of discourse about what the label "bisexual" really means so I'd like to clarify that "bisexual" means that it occurs twice per sexual, NOT once every other sexual.
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Out Magazine profiles the LGBTQ cast members of Star Trek: Discovery
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