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Renata Wojnarowicz

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He’s a Democrat.

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Yesterday the need to draw T'Pring struck me like lightning and here she is now in all her gorgeous glory 🖖💜✨

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by sebastian_morweiser

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now im imagining a star-trek-ish story that takes place where the space-faring folk who have materially solved the going-faster-than-speed-of-light problem and have subsequently developed a culture around the bendiness of time and just take it in stride that suddenly people they were communicating with just yesterday are eighty years dead or that some space-ship clan is going to take forty years to respond to a joke and they can read the "h.....h...aa....ha..........a...a" coming in over the space of decades. they set up a reference clock on the stablest place they could find and then live out their lives and histories always in relation to the speed at which that clock ticks but never with that clock. they treat time as a thing to move around in instead of an unchanging train moving on an unchanging track. their operas are weird.

girl... the time dilation...

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girl... the time dilation...

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"y'all's" is the best regional solution to the english second person plural possessive problem but "your guyses" is my favorite because it sucks

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Andrew Wyeth - The Oak (1944)

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“Sounds like pruning a Tarkalean spine tree.” “A what?” “It’s a plant famous among xenobotanists for being notoriously difficult to care for. Everyone learns about it in their first undergraduate class. It grows so fast you can see it in real time. Its limbs need to be pruned before they get to a certain length, or they’ll grow too heavy and damage the tree. But if you prune a branch too early, the tree will wither and die. Because the tree has so many branches, it has to be pruned constantly. The Tarkaleans have groups of people who dedicate their lives to caring for a single tree since no person could do it alone. In the time they slept, the tree would grow too heavy and collapse. This is unacceptable, since to the Tarkaleans, spine trees are sacred.” “Hearing that would have convinced me not to study botany,” Kira said. “Maybe it does for some people. I was fascinated. How could such a tree evolve naturally? In fact, spine trees in the wild used to grow and die in a matter of days once every year before the Tarkaleans began caring for them. I always thought the existence of decades-old spine trees demonstrated the incredible tendency of sentient life toward preservation and care and the centrality of community and cooperation. Without groups of people dedicating their lives to these plants, they would last only a brief moment.”

this is an absolutely wonderful story. it feels like the quiet interiority of ds9, what's underneath the action and dramatic music. the characters are so realized and the world-building so engaging with its personal understanding and (see above) charm and interest.

The third and final chapter of my Kira/Keiko fic "The Left Corner Table" is up on AO3!

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Relationships: Kira Nerys/Keiko O’Brien, Julian Bashir & Keiko O’Brien

Characters: Keiko O’Brien, Kira Nerys, Julian Bashir, Quark, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, au where ds9 fully belongs to the bajorans and kira is station commander, also keiko never met miles, Getting Together, Bajoran Culture, Bajoran Religion, alpha quadrant politics, odo is here but not much so i didn’t tag him as a character, past kira/bareil, Additional Warnings in Author’s Note

Summary: When Dr. Keiko Ishikawa steps aboard the Bajoran space station Kejal (formerly DS9) to join a research team, she knows her presence complicates the fragile political situation between Bajor and the Federation. What she isn’t expecting is her ill-advised attraction to the station’s commander.

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“For we all of us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and act fatally on the strength of them.”

— George Eliot, Middlemarch

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Leif Engström (Swedish, b. 1992, Brunskog, Sweden) - Morning Air, 2024, Paintings: Oil on Canvas, Walnut Frame

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, ortegas says as she suppresses the celebratory fist pump at the news of something dire and interesting happening

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The Seine at Argenteuil (1875) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir

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Something, like nothing, happens anywhere - Laurence Biaggi

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Live long and prosper.

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