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> looking at a new popular collectible

> ask the people if it's objects or gambling

> they don't understand

> pull out illustrated diagram explaining what is objects and what is gambling

> they laugh and say "it's a good collectible sir"

> look up how to buy a collectible

> its gambling

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STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE 1993 – 1999・3x20 Improbable Cause

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normalest space station in federation history

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The Character is always so much more than what the fandom jokes about. Even in canon, The Character will have aspects that fluctuate from episode to episode. You writing about The Character is the same as an episode covering The Character's X ability, or Y trauma. You can't write everything, but you can write authentically about how you believe The Character would Do Something, and that's all that matters 🫡

Thank you for being sensible and correct, nonnie. I quite agree. The Character contains multitudes, and at least speaking for myself, it's really important to me to think about how The Character would react or grow or change in a way that feels authentic to what we know about them, but also builds upon that in whatever new situation they're in here. Thanks for talking me down :)

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MerStede wanted to share this gentle reminder 🧡🧡🧡 [also he says he loves you and you should be kind to yourself ok?]

crochet by @bizarrelittlemew

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I accidentally read like two (2) tumblr posts where folks complained about fanfic writers writing The Character wrong and now I'm paralysed by second guessing everything I'm writing and whether or not The Character Would Do That: an autobiography

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Garashir visiting the O'Briens in Ireland during winter. Its snowing. Garak wants to kill Miles more than Empok Nor.

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Doctor, am I making myself clear? I want you to buy a new suit tonight at 20:55. Exactly.

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I have made a playlist for them. The situation is dire.

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What's your favourite most recent snip?

WIP snip, I presume?

Sorry it took me so long to answer this, I realised I wanted to add something but then I had to fudge a cute name for a type of Cardassian bird, as you do:

The other children seemed to be under the mistaken impression that Elim spent too much time reading, and that this was something to give him trouble about; in fact, Elim was vehemently of the belief that, were he the master of his own schedule, he would gladly have spent even more time reading than he did. He much preferred to spend his free time deep in one of the enigma tales Mila would no doubt insist were too grown-up for him to be reading, or planting ropat and cesnak in his little allotment of the garden, than whatever the most of other kids got up to. He had learned, from pained experience, that the other children did not want to hear about the best way to plant ropat, as much as he had wanted to share.

"Here," said Mila, pressing a needle and thread into Elim's hands. "Sewing's a useful skill to have, and you might as well learn it now, little peluna. Mind that you're done with the repairs before Tain sees that you've damaged your tunic."

"Yes, ma'am." Garak nodded solemnly. He knew well that, just like keeping his enthusiasms from the other children, there were certain things it was best not to share with everyone in the household.

ask me more questions about writing, if you want to!

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I don’t have an ask meme to reblog, but like if you want to ask me anything about writing or whatever, that’d be cool

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"Julian has two hands." Yeah, well so does Garak, and he used his two hands to try to bare-hand kill O'Brien on Empok Nor. Like, just sayin', that man is not sharing.

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“I think it might be about time to admit I’m too old for this shit, Garak,” Julian sighed, as they passed through the bar onto the promenade. “If I mention Ministry of Sound next year, maybe you could kindly suggest afternoon tea instead.”

“I’ll try and remember this conversation, should the need arise,” Garak grinned, letting his hand come to rest on Julian's back. “But did you at least have fun?”

Julian beamed, radiant with the glow of a good gathering. “I did.”

- Set Fire to My Heart

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here’s a tiny sketchbook sized kira nerys i drew from memory one day in the time it took my partner to have a loo break at the coffee shop. she’s grumpy, but at least her bajoran cottagecore civvies are slaying.

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Kukalaka's clothes

There is someone in the darkness.

I wish I had a human mouth to shout for Julian to wake up, but, as usual, I can't. I'm a teddy, my mouth is shut after all. But even a teddy is allowed to dream, right? Especially of something that could allow me to help my boy, to give him back something for all that-

The stranger steps further in, quietly, so quietly, but I can see them from the armchair where my boy left me before going to bed. They are standing right at the bottom of the bed. I try to squint a little, as much as my eyes allow me to, and no, it's definitely not the young woman that had kidnapped him before, keeping me hostage in her room. This creature has a tail, and their hands seem to caress the bottom of the bed and-

Oh! I have seen him before! He is the lizard that sneaked in a while back, the one that brought my boy on a crazy adventure in Bajor, that helped him stand up to another lizard man…

Garak. Elim Garak is his name! Yes, the one Julian is constantly telling me about, mostly pacing up and down, saying how impossibly impossible he is, how they never see eye to eye and all sorts of things like that.

Yet, every time he goes on a rant, there is such a big smile on his face and a light in his eyes I had never seen before, even these days, when most of the time Julian’s shoulders are slumped, his face longer.

Garak comes to stand right in front of me, his lizard eyes finding mine.

You are not going to kidnap me too, are you?

I try to shuffle away, but as usual I can't move without my boy’s help.

Julian! A little help here!

My fur is all stiff as Garak takes me. But his hands touch me gently, as soft as...

Yes! I know this softness! It’s the same that guided Jules’ hands when he fixed me.

Garak takes out some tape, measuring me, from the tip of my head to the seam of my bottom and legs. Then, as quietly as before, he puts me back down on the chair, pats my ear and leaves.

Strange, very strange. My boy, are you sure this guy is safe to fall in love with?

The lizard man comes back two nights after, moving in the darkness as if he belongs in it. He picks me up once more, but this time, there is no tape. Instead, he lifts and pushes my arms into something strange. It's soft in my fur, yet slightly constricting at my neck and wrists. When he gently starts closing the buttons on my tummy, I wish again for a mouth as I want to smile in delight: Garak made me a shirt! And not just that, a waistcoat too, a jacket, a pair of trousers and a top hat he manages to balance on my head well enough that it doesn't fall down.

I can barely contain my happiness as I look at Julian, sleeping soundly in his bed.

I look just like you, my boy!

“Our little secret,” he murmurs as he leaves.

Don't leave, I wish I could tell him, but he is quickly gone back to the shadows, leaving me buzzing with excitement, waiting for Julian to wake up.

Wake up, wake up my boy!

Finally, Julian stirs. He blinks in the light slowly starting to flood our quarters. Then, as his eyes, as usual, stop on me, I see them growing larger and larger, just like the smile on his face.

He knows.

Julian throws the cover away and grabs it. The top hat falls by I don't care, not even the highest fashion compared to a hug from my boy.

“Garak,” he murmurs.

Yes, Garak. You know, if he is the one for you, I will be a happy teddy.

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