#emphatically: fuck. fuckity FUCK.

[non-un-topo]

Hell fucking no you're telling me I'm going to be out for 11 hours tomorrow?? With like 7 total hours of commute time???

[stassisaunders]

Thread: Must Love Dogs Location: Edgewater Flower Festival Status: Closed Thread w/ Stassi & Thorne || Moved from Discord - In Progress

STASSI

She was running late, of course she was running late, she was always running late—that had always been a thing with Stassi, poor time management, her skating coaches all lectured her on being punctual, but it never took and probably never would. It wasn’t really her fault this time, okay maybe it was, but not fully her fault that she had a last minute customer and ended up closing the bakery twenty minutes after she had planned, she couldn’t exactly shove the man out the door after all, that was rude and bad for business. And so, she was running late, rushing along and balancing a rather large box of fresh cupcakes and assorted other baked goods for the other volunteers to enjoy during breaks—as usual, Sugar was off leash trotting along beside her like the good pup she always was—except apparently not today, because one second her faithful Pitbull was heeling as trained and in a blink she had bolted ahead of Stassi, which of course caused immediate anxiety—compounded times ten when the pup launched herself at a young man walking with a cane, knocking him flat on his ass to her horror.

“Sugar… NO!”

Stassi winced as the man went down and the pup began to assault him with licks to the face in between dancing around him—tail wagging proudly as she looked up at her owner as if expecting a reward for her behavior. The blonde quickly rushed over, setting the box down before lunging down to grab Sugar by the collar, gently tugging her back. “Sugar, SIT!” she firmly commanded, the dog immediately doing as told. “Stay!” she added, leaning down to offer her hand to the poor victim of her chaotic canine. “I’m so, so, so sorry about that, she’s never done anything like that before…” she stammered, noting the very not at all pleased expression on the man’s face. “Did she hurt you?” she bit down on her lower lip, her brow furrowing with worry.

THORNE

Thorne, most emphatically, did not want to be at this festival. If anyone but Alfie had asked him he would have told them in no uncertain terms to fuck themselves. Al had vanished, of course, and had left him wandering around like a lost child while he waited for him to come back.

His hip throbbed incessantly, making his dependence on the cane that much more apparent as he paused to catch his breath and look around. He hates this. He hates being an invalid. Even on good days he felt broken, useless, and he was beginning to think that feeling would never go away again. He missed having good days...

He was about to start moving again when a dog came out of nowhere, leaping at him in excitement. Had he been expecting he might have been able to catch himself. As it was, he went sprawling into the dirt with an indignant cry. The dog lapped at his face before he could stop it, pushing at it in a vain attempt to get it off of him. Before he could do much, the owner was there, chastising it and pulling it away.

He sat up with a groan and ruffled his hair. “No, i’m fine. Just wasn’t expecting to get mauled today.” He offered a small smile and picked up the cane, leaning on it. “No worse for wear.”

STASSI

Stassi felt horribly about the whole thing, it definitely wasn't Sugar's typical behavior and she had no clue what prompted the pup to go rouge, especially on someone who clearly did not need to be bowled over by forty pounds of pure muscle that probably seemed like at least twice that at the speed she had launched herself. Her cheeks were flushed from the excitement of the whole ordeal as she kept her hand out for him to take just in case he needed a little more than the cane to help him get back on his feet again.

"I never expected her to do such a thing, she's literally never done that a single time since she was a tiny untrained puppy. You're sure she didn't hurt you? She's little for her breed, but she's stronger than she knows." She explained nervously, her cheeks flushing just that little bit more when he smiled—her eyes flicking up to meet his as she offered another apologetic smile while Sugar continued to adhere the stay command, though her tail was wagging so hard her whole butt was wiggling as she let out a little whine in protest of being all but ignored.

"I suppose there's worse things than being mauled with puppy kisses..." She rapidly blinked a few times as she remembered why she had been rushing in the first place. "Kisses... I'm late for my shift at the kissing booth, fuckity-fuck..." she sort of muttered to herself before her eyes once again met his. "If you're sure you're okay," she began, leaning down to pick up the box of baked goods. "I should probably haul my ass to where I'm supposed to be." she crinkled her nose as she stood up straight again. "If you realize later she did actually do damage, I own the Butterstick Bakery so you can find me there if you need to, again, I'm so incredibly sorry..." she continued as she started to walk back in the direction she had originally been going. "Thank you for not yelling at me... Sugar, let's go heel..." she trailed off as the pup hopped on all fours, pausing briefly to lick his hand before following behind.

THORNE

He was, to put it kindly, a bit miffed. He did his best to remain dignified at all times and that was hard to do when you got shoved over on your ass in the dirt. He tried to be pleasant though, shaking his head. “I’m fine. She didn’t do any damage.” Indeed she hadn’t. The throbbing in his hip was the normal amount. He was fully intact otherwise, ready to get up and get out of the hell scape of people and flowers he found himself in... and yet he didn’t make a break for it.

“I can go with you. If they’re mad you’re late I’d be more than happy to let them know you had to stop to help me.” He tapped his cane on the ground with a wry smirk. “Most folks won’t argue with a cripple. It has worked to my advantage several times in the past.”

STASSI

She quickly paused her departure when he offered to accompany her and be her excuse for being tardy, she was pleasantly surprised by the offer—after all, her dog had just accosted him and it couldn't have been a very pleasant experience being tackled to the ground when you're already having mobility issues. "Yeah? Sure, that would be extremely kind of you, all things considered." She offered an appreciative smile and a light giggle as he poked fun at the whole situation. "Well, I mean one could, if you want to look like a total asshat, but yeah."

Stassi waited for him to catch up to her and slowed her own pace as the trek resumed, he was cute and she was definitely grateful he was so forgiving. "I'm Nastassia, by the way... well, Stassi, no one really calls me by my given name. Doesn't roll off the tongue easily I guess." She shrugged her shoulders slightly, glancing his way as they walked side by side with Sugar insinuating herself between them, again licking his hand. "She really likes you, they say dogs are the best judges of character, you know?"

THORNE

“That’s just it,” he smirked, one blond brow arching in amusement. “No one wants to be an asshole so i can get away with quite a bit.” He winked at her and headed back into the heart of the festival. He nodded at her. “That’s a very unique name. I’m Thorne.” He added after a moment, ruffling his hair as he looked down at the happy dog. “Yeah well. It could have been a lot worse i suppose...” he lightly flicked his fingers at the animal, grinning softly

STASSI

"So I'm getting the sense this is a well tested tactic of yours?" She too quirked a brow, her cheeks once again flushing a deeper shade of pink at the little wink. He was was cute, and had a good sense of humor, and was chivalrous, she liked him instantly—then again, Stassi did have a habit of falling in love with every guy who paid her the least bit of attention—the rub was that not one had ever reciprocated her feelings. "Yeah, my mom swears I'm named after my great-great-great-great grandmother, who was an exiled Russian princess." She shrugged, crinkling her nose. "Thorne, that's definitely not a name you hear every day, but I like it, it suits you." She then added. "It's nice to meet you, Thorne. I mean, clearly not the most ideal way to meet someone new, but yeah." She smiled as she glanced down at Sugar and saw him attempting interaction with the white and tan pup. "So, where are you from ... if you don't mind me asking? I assume you're not originally from Edgewater, it's kind of a small town and you have the kind of face a girl doesn't forget." A face she definitely was enjoying looking at.

[featherquillpen]

Poetry Watches DS9: “Second Skin”

Kira has to deal with Cardassians apparently? Oh hell yes.

On a related note, Autostraddle just posted a list of female Star Trek characters ranked by lesbianism, and while Kira was #6, just behind Jadzia, in my heart is she is the #1 lesbian.

aaaaaand the episode opens with Jadzia and Kira on a date at the replimat. how did you know exactly what I wanted, show?! 

the only way they could have made this better: Bashir and Garak!

I love the way Garak says “My dear doctor, you have a vivid imagination” in the exact tone of “Finally you figured it out my dear, of course I would be brutally murdered”

ExCUSE ME WTF WHY IS KIRA A CARDASSIAN??????

the true crime is that they gave Cardassian!Kira long hair. LET KIRA BE BUTCH

this elaborate gaslighting routine reminds me of the whole Cylon Model Three and Starbuck thing in BSG. and Ronald Moore was on both shows.

omg good on you Sisko, extorting Garak.

fuckity whaaaaat the Kira corpse is so creepy!

the fact that Garak is STILL keeping up the innocent tailor premise right after using a genuine Cardassian central command clearance code is so fucking brazen I can’t even handle it. Garak is a LEGEND.

Odo is such a good member of an infiltration party. No one expects the bag of goo to be a cop!

omg Garak’s sarcastic flirting with Cardassian!Kira

love how easy trans-species cosmetic surgery is in the future..... why, it’s almost as easy as putting on makeup......

I love that the DS9 crew helped a politically dissident Cardassian. And that Kira got to meet a nice Cardassian (Garak emphatically does NOT count)