#* julian [ . . . ] dialogue .

[clockwork-carstairs]

Once you dissolve dye in water, you can’t take it back out. It’s like that. I can’t take you out of me. It means cutting out my heart, and I don’t like myself without my heart.

— Top ten things Julian Blackthorn said that absolutely fucking killed me

[chadepitanga]

The way they tried to tone down the homo with bashir and garak simply just makes them seem like exes on friendly terms sometimes. A fascinating case study of the queerbait/queer subtext threshold being crossed.

[fonthoura]

I am down in the gutter of yet another ship, folks.

Give me your recs for Garashir fics, I'm a Sucker for hurt confort, heavy angst and the whole sadness ordeal, but I'm not interested in smut.

Important note: I am autistic - therefore insane about Julian Bashir

Give me something cuz I'm eating ao3 whole right now.

[vaguely-concerned]

Silly Garashir ficlet, Teen and Up-ish, mostly banter! CW: copious amounts of blood but like. Purely in a comedy capacity (don’t worry none of it is Garak’s)

“Good god,” Julian breathed, unable to do anything but stare for a moment. 

“Oh, don’t worry, none of this is mine,” Garak said, dripping puddles of crimson onto the floor, calm blue eyes the only thing peeking out from the solid layer of blood covering his face and upper torso. “The gravest injury has been to my wardrobe, I assure you. As you might have gathered, I encountered our suspected evildoer as they sought to make their escape.”

“From the looks of things, I’d hazard it’s more accurate to say that they encountered you,” Julian said. He shook himself out of his momentary petrification and raised the medical tricorder to make sure Garak’s reports of being unharmed hadn’t been greatly exaggerated, as would sometimes be the case with him. 

“However you would prefer to frame it,” Garak said, dipping his chin modestly and blinking globs of blood from his eyelashes. “I’m sorry to say I couldn’t ascertain many details about them, neither in terms of species or other identifying details. They were masked and coming at me with a knife at the time, which in the moment tends to blot out other considerations in one’s mind.”

Despite himself, Julian grinned at the performative airiness of Garak’s tone. He did seem to be basically fine. “I think that’s understandable under the circumstances, Garak. Odo’s probably going to track them down pretty quick, if they’re leaving a trail of blood across the station. Do you, er… want a handkerchief or something?” 

“It’s very kind of you to offer, but I don’t think that’s going to do the job in this case.”  

“No,” Julian had to admit, “no, you’re — probably right. I’ll let you go for a thorough sonic and peace and quiet once I’m done with this. I’m sure Odo will want a word with you later, though.”

Garak parted his lips to say something, and grimaced. “Ugh. Well, if it’s any help in figuring out the identity of our culprit, that’s definitely the taste of Napean blood. As you mentioned there will of course also likely be other clues, like them bleeding profusely as they sprint across the Promenade, but I always strive to be helpful wherever I can.” 

“Garak!” Julian yelped, shooting him an alarmed look and continuing his inspection of the tricorder readings with renewed worry. 

“Hm? Yes? You can run whatever tests you want on it to be sure, of course, but I am quite certain in my conclusion. There is a… distinctive tang to —”

“That’s so medically unsafe, you can’t go around ingesting —” 

“Well, I hardly meant to ingest anything, Doctor, but it did end up all over my person in a way that makes it hard to entirely avoid,” Garak snapped, though he tolerated Julian going in for a second, even more thorough examination without complaint. “Maybe if this person hadn’t so rudely insisted on venting the contents of their arteries straight into my face during our tussle — ”

“Yes, yes, I understand, sorry, I wasn’t suggesting you did it on purpose or anything, but it does mean I really do need to monitor you for any allergic reactions or bloodborne… wait, wait, hang on, how do you even know what Napean blood — ”

Smiling in a way that aimed for beatific and missed it by way of too many bared teeth, in a manner that would probably be quite unsettling if Julian wasn’t so used to (so fond of, whispered a treacherous little voice in the back of his head) Garak’s face, Garak dabbed daintily at the worst of the blood dripping off his nose with his sleeve and said: “Do you really want to know, or is this your outsized curiosity running ahead of your better judgment again?”

“I’m going to be wondering about it all night, but no, I don’t think I want to know, actually. If I come back in a week and still can’t put it out of my mind, feel free to tell me, though. Or use that time to come up with a good story, I don’t mind.”

“Never any but the best for you, my friend,” Garak said fondly. 

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

i’m reading a book by an author with an MFA who like Definitely Has An MFA y’know which… i was gonna say i don’t mean that in a bad way but i guess i do, but i don’t think the book is bad. but i do keep having this thing where i’m like “what exactly are they teaching about dialogue in MFA programs and why doesn’t any of it connect to the concept that maybe sometimes it should bear some resemblance to human speech” but the book is about an artist interacting so far exclusively with other artists and artsy types so then i’m like “well idk maybe artists are just that weird and annoying in real life”

[youngpettyqueen]

pspspsps come closer dear followers. closer. im feeling very generous tonight. enjoy this excerpt from my current WIP-

“I sympathize with your nurse, you know” Garak is saying, his tone oh-so-serious and sincere, “Of course, I can’t say I’ve been bitten by a Klingon, but I’ve certainly been bitten.” He reminds him. “By a child,” Julian counters, “And if memory serves, which you know mine does, you were very dramatic about the whole affair- you would’ve thought you were dying with all the whining you were doing.” He recalls. “It hurt!” Garak exclaims, indignant. Julian chuckles. “I’ve been bitten before, Garak,” He tells him, “By much stronger jaws than those of a Cardassian child. I would’ve thought a former operative of the Obsidian Order would have thicker skin than that.” He teases. “Ah, but you forget, my dear Doctor,” Garak also adopts the teasing tone, Julian can hear the smirk he has on his face, “I had that infernal device implanted so that pain was a non-issue.” He says smugly, like he’s just won an argument. Julian rolls his eyes, and he hopes it comes through in his tone. “Believe me, I couldn’t possibly forget that,” He replies. Then a thought strikes him, and his brow furrows, “Hold on,” He says, “Didn’t you still have that implant when that child bit you?” He asks. Garak’s bravado has never deflated so fast. “Ah, well-“  “You shouldn’t have felt the pain at all!” Julian accuses, sitting up a bit on Garak’s back, “You faked that reaction, didn’t you?” Garak’s tail lashes. Julian swears he sees a blue blush rising on his cheeks. “I had to be convincing.” He huffs. Julian is absolutely not letting him off the hook. “You acted like you’d had your hand bitten clean off, you melodramatic serpent!”  “Were you not injured, Doctor, I would drop you.” Garak grumbles moodily, and Julian only laughs at him for sulking.

[magpieandpossum]

Ok so I've watched Deep Space Nine's "Far Beyond the Stars" about a million times, but tell me why I just noticed that during that episode, Bashir is only referred to as Jules, or what is essentially his deadname? The first time I heard it, it took me a moment, before punching me directly in the gut a bit, because it's just one more example of someone who wasn't able to fully express themselves or be themselves, besides Ben's character. Just knowing that if Julian's character lived in a different time from that "flashback" (or dream sequence, window to the past, whatever theory you have) he would have wanted to have a different name than the one assigned to him is simply heartbreaking </3

[walkingstackofbooks]

Writing a fic where they crash onto a planet where the society doesn't believe in doctors and prevent Julian from healing the rest of the crew and take him to persuade him that Doctors Are Bad

... In their view, no-one should have the power to decide who lives or dies, so if anyone gets injured, they just let nature run its course as to whether or not they get better

At first, of course, Julian's very angry and thinks they're ridiculous, but they keep on earnestly asking him how can he think it's right that he can make the choice to save a person at the expense of another? Who is he to say who deserves to die?

And their logic of course is pretty twisted but it does get under Julian's skin and pulls him out of shape, because isn't that what people are afraid of, his augmented arrogance? And hasn't he let enough people die, in this war, and who was he to decide that they wouldn't get priority? And he doesn't think these people aren't right ... But they're not not right, either...

[chicago-geniza]

Downton Abbey is amazing like. Phenomenal costumes. Incredible set design. Star-studded cast, suited to their characters, who for the most part play off one another very well. Some of the worst writing in television history

[booboodaddysblog]

Master list:

Colin Zabel

Autumn desires (smut) part one

Autumn desires (smut) part two

Autumn desires (smut) part three

Autumn desires (smut) part four

Doubts part five

Lovebirds (smut) part six

Again (smut) part seven

Gift (smut) part eight

Unexpected (smut) part nine

Secret (smut) part ten

Confused part eleven

Surprise part one

Surprise (smut) part two

Disappointment part one

Disappointment (smut) part two

Disappointment (smut) part three

Disappointment part four

Promise

Let’s talk

I want to touch you again part one

I want to touch you again (smut) part two

Overthinking

Mr. James Patrick March

First kiss

Drunk talk with Colin

He found out...

Argument

Longing (smut)

Teasing (smut)

Illusory hope (smut)

Illusory hope part two

Julian Dillinger

Amanda (smut)

If you want something… you will have it… (smut)

[flirticst]

a closed starter for JULIAN , @stardcwn !

" hope there's something good in that cup " jovial approach comes with a charming grin as she offers teasing quip by way of greeting , contents of her own drink in hand evident in the way baby blues gloss over ever so slightly , " can't be a bore on coachella weekend , j . "

[nexility-sims]

more attention for blanca when

[veneumfm]

𝚊𝚝  𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜  𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗  𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜  .  .  .  (  @astralfms  )

art  supplies  are  stacked  within  tight  embrace  ,  climbing  few  steps  to  reach  front  -  door  of  newly  moved  in  apartment.  she's  not  petite  ,  but  equipment  towered  over  her  and  there  wasn't  much  room  to  peer  around  or  over  —  it  was  a  recipe  for  disaster  ,  especially  with  her  new  lack  of  coordination  thanks  to  being  forced  into  retirement  secondary  to  injury.  added  weight  in  her  lithe  appendages  swayed  ,  and  she  gritted  her  teeth  as  determination  flashed  in  hazel  hues  but  her  bag  strap  caught  on  the  bannister's  edge  and  she  was  stuck.  "  hi  ,  uh  —  this  is  really  embarrassing  but  could  you  help  me?  please.  "

[arsenicxarcana]

someone has probably suggested and/or done this before, but,

smut w Lucio x theater Lucio but he has to stay in character Or Else

tfw the guy your play is making fun of is in your dressing room and may have brought a sword for added convincing

the very palpable knowledge your stupid little mask is both your damnation and the only thing standing between you and certain death

[vaguely-concerned]

garashir snippet, established relationship, context??? we don't do context here baby only banter

“Elim,” Julian says, his cup of Tarkalean tea frozen half-way to his mouth. “What on earth are you doing?”

Glancing up from his prone position half under the console, Garak says: “Ah. That depends. Are you, in this instance, engaging in that uniquely Human custom of asking questions to which you do not actually want to hear the answer?”

“If not for my ill-judged personal affections and the Hippocratic oath, I would strangle you,” Julian murmurs, finally sipping his tea.

“Then I owe my life yet again to your respect for that august and ancient man of letters, and to the peculiar enduring blind spot of your normally so discerning heart.” 

Julian laughs and crouches next to him. “I suppose you do. Seriously, though, what’s going on?”

[moveobjects]

julian: and look what bria did this morning! sent me a good morning text! and it's not like i want her to stop texting me, but also i can't help but still have feelings for her when she does stuff like that. and-

fawn: you realize you invited me over here and all you've done is talk about bria, right?

julian: oh aha, um-

fawn: maybe this will take your mind off of her...

julian: ...yeah, i really appreciate that, fawn, and this is so hard to say, but i think our kiss the other night was, for me, more to do with being upset over bria and the sakura tea, but i think you're really cool and would love to keep being friends!

fawn: ahhh, i understand. damn, guess i gotta get back on the apps :/