#Bashir ds9

[magpieandpossum]

julian bashir what do you mean the only surrogate options were you and kira. what do you mean king.

[an-actual-floof]

hit them with the sappy gay love beam

my writing is small pls zoom <3

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meme on the right is originally by @/myszkaa here on tumblr. Post is here !

[tboyautism]

excuse me. i need your help. you need to kill me. ive been turned into a white action figure by rick berman, the wicked witch of socal. im only two strips of latinum. thank you sir. sweet release.

[fru1tt0ast]

star tyrek.... ugh....

[xxxbloodskiesdarkwaterxxx]

transmasc wrongs

[temporal-mechanic]

He's my winter gift exchange for @frandomly-trash and the @startrekwintergiftexchange

Kira being butch and Bashir femming it up

[mercury-prince]

starfleet academy never taught him how to sit straight (wip)

[thebestclownontheblock]

'Our Man Bashir ' more like Garaks Man Bashir!

[eclecticbasementenemy]

My personal headcanon is that after the episode where Kira and Julian make out while under the (accidental) influence of Lwaxana Troi they just start causally hooking up whenever both of them are single, it's just no big deal to either of them and it doesn't affect their friendship in either way. Like I can totally see them both being like "yeah I'm attracted to you, you're attracted to me, neither of us want a relationship with each other, let's have sex"

[tboyblinkies]

this is the worst thing ive ever made i think

[midgeonsmidgeon]

[magpieandpossum]

KING. MILES. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT- (Bashir's reaction is everything btw and can we PLEASE talk about how he is sitting. peak autism creature behavior)

[an-actual-floof]

a doodle from a while ago :) based off a screenshot from iwtv

[mad-scientist-clown]

you know? I didn’t think that bashing could get more autistic coded before. Now? The sky is the limit.

[starlight-edith]

Little Rituals: Memento Mori

Based on this poll by @xenobotanist because I’m a freak.

Please don’t kill me if this is really bad, I’ve never written fan fiction before

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Julian fiddled with the sleeves of his uniform as he waited for the attractive young ensign to arrive to his quarters.

Maybe I should ask Garak to take a look at this later, it’s a bit tight and-

The door chime sounded, rousing the doctor from his thoughts.

“Enter!”

He had been casually seeing ensign Boeman for a couple of weeks, and felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to invite her to his humble abode.

“Ah, Hayley, looking lovely as ever! I can’t spot a single wrinkle on your uniform, you must tell me how you managed that. Mine’s always crumpling the moment I even lay eyes on it.”

Was he talking too much? Oh what was he thinking! Surely she thought him an idiot for such a silly opening statement. He should ask Dax, he thought, after all she’s had 8 lifetimes to figure out how to talk to women. He had long since given up on romancing the trill, but that didn’t make her any less useful to him.

“Thank you! I actually made a special mist with lotus extract, I can show you how to replicate it!” said Boeman with a smile.

Relieved, Julian invited her to stay a while, just for dinner.

Afterwards, the ensign seemed to disappear for a moment, and there was giggling coming from around the corner.

She emerged, still giggling, but this time holding a jar of thick brown paste - peanut butter.

“It’s an old earth spread! It’s made from nuts that grow underground! Isn’t that fascinating?”

“Yes, I’ve always found plants interesting, though I can never seem to keep them alive. I guess you only get lucky with one form of life, and mine happens to be people.” the doctor replied

The woman approached him hesitantly, though she was trying to hide her nervousness.

“Here, try some,” she said, purposefully smearing a bit of the spread near her lips, and staring at him coyly.

Somehow, in his haste, he had brushed up against her, feeling the texture on his skin.

“come on Jules, won’t you try some peanut butter? Please?”

“It would make your mother and I very proud.”

“I don’t want to” said the young Julian

“Just eat the damn peanut butter.”

“Richard, please, you’re scaring him.”

“Doctor? Doctor Bashir? Are you okay?”

He hadn’t realized he had gone.

“Yes, I’m alright Hayley, just a bit caught up in my work is all. You know how it is, busy busy busy.” he replied, with an unconvincing laugh.

She took his hand

“Come on Jules. Don’t you think you’re better enough to try again? I’ll hold your hand”

She took his hand.

The slightly older and now augmented boy again put the sticky substance in his mouth, but instead of recoiling as before, managed to enjoy the flavor and the unique texture combination of both the processed peanut butter and the chunks within.

“Jules is dead,” he thought.

Remembering that he ought to do something about the present, he turned to his date once more, preparing an excuse in his mind.

“Hayley, I’ve had a lot of fun tonight but I’m rather tired and I really ought to rest. I have to be in sickbay at 05:00 to run a spectral analysis on some samples I took from the gamma quadrant.”

“Right… I wouldn’t want to keep you.” She scurried away, dejected. Damnit.

Jules is dead. I can handle the sensory input of it all now, but it’s one of the few things I have left to honor him by.

Sitting down on his bed, he gently pushed over the framed photo of his parents. He didn’t want to see them right now. They had killed him. They had created him. A Frankenstein’s monster of a son, built of broken parts made better by illegal means.

He wasn’t their son. Their son was dead.

He intended to honor the boy he was, even if his parents would rather pretend he had never existed at all.

[temporal-mechanic]

jadzia is fine she's just getting the trill equivalent of an appendix removed