Ds9 Crew In Some Fun 80s Outfits. Odo Is A Single Marlboro Red Cigarette Btw

When writing Garak, the author must fill themselves with depraved, lustful pining for Julian Bashir.

If one is asexual, or otherwise lacking in such affections towards the dear doctor, picturing a gorgeous behemoth of a sandwich piled high with fresh toppings, thick bread toasted just so, leaking dressing onto its plate and cut in twain, but remaining one dollar short of buying it, is a suitable substitution.

More DS9 shenanigans and canoodling in the Sim world.

Garak is writing a love letter to Dr. Bashir.

Enabran Tain is eating his omelette with yamok sauce.

Garak has just discovered the long lost Cardassian erotic novel "Serving the State on Your Knees".

Speaking of literature, Garak and Julian's book club seems to be thriving.

Though they not always agree...

Anyway, the good doctor agreed that Garak can sketch him naked. For science or perhaps for fashion, one of these two...

In the end, Garak sketched something like a weird Cardassian riding a fish.

But Julian did not seem to mind. The boy is too easy to please...

Garashir First Meeting Role Reversal only their ages and careers don't change at all, Julian's just an idiot who heard there's an enemy spy on the station and had the immediate instinct to tap that

Ghost plants pt 2 :)

The next time you've got a friend over, set an example and put your phone on the table, visibly there but not too far away, to let them know that you're intentionally present, not distracted, your attention is undivided and you want to be fully focused on being right there to spend time with them. Don't mention it or draw attention to this, you're not doing this to be preachy or wanting praise, you just want to be a good friend and you value your friend's time. Ideally, your friend will either notice this or even pick it up without conscious notice, and set their own phone aside on the table as well.

Then, when your friend takes a minute to go to the bathroom, grab your phone and take a photo of your friend's phone sitting on your table. Do not touch it, and put your own phone back exactly where it was immediately once you've got the picture. Carry on with whatever you two were doing.

Once your time is up and your friend has left for home, wait for a good 15 minutes or so, for them to either get back home or be well on their way there. Text your friend, "hey, you forgot your phone", and send them the photo you took of their phone on your table. Set a stopwatch running from the moment your friend sees the message.

Measure how many seconds it takes for your friend to process this and tell you to go fuck yourself.

So I had a hysterectomy today (hooray!) and I brought along my stuffed orca, Shamu, as a comfort object. And everyone i interacted with during my pre-op was like "Oh! Who's this?" so I was telling them all about him, how he's been with me since I was 9 and gone on every single vacation and road trip, and they were telling me about their own stuffed buddies (one lady said she still has hers after 40 years!) and all of this while I was signing consent forms and providing a list of the things I'd brought with me, you know, small talk.

So then a nurse comes over and goes "Okay, I've got some stickers I'll put on your things so we know they're yours" and I'm like "OK cool" so she puts a sticker on my coat and stickers on my bags of clothes and then she turns to Shamu and I'm like "oh I guess he gets a sticker too"

But no. She pulls out a hospital bracelet that's an exact copy of mine and slaps it on his tail, like so:

And i was delighted by this, so I took a picture to send to my friends, who were equally delighted, and were cracking me up with their reactions (like so:)

Anyway, they take me back and put me under, and when I awake groggily a few hours later it takes me a minute to get my bearings, so I don't notice Shamu at first. But then I realize he's tucked up next to me in the gurney, so I grab him, and my hand touches gauze.

And I'm like "huh?" so I look at him and I realize

They gave my fucking orca a hysterectomy

It's still me: Xeno/Teddy

Tumblr punished the other account for posting a picture with a peek of alien genitalia. They deleted other pics as well (the mica I found in Colorado???) and won't even allow a pfp or banner anymore.

I can't help but wonder why that happened when there are so many other blogs out there that are nothing but sex videos? Full-on naked bodies, very graphic.

Now, I'm not saying those should be blocked or punished either, don't get me wrong.

But are those allowed to remain because they're cis women and targeted at cis men, while this one account reblogged a dozen trans-positive posts daily?

Peak sexy in the future is wearing upholstery and there's nothing you can do about it

the Star Trek fandom always acts like either Riker or Kirk is the god of rizz in the Star Trek universe, and it's bullshit, when Quark exists right there.

he was literally pulling klingon widowers, cardassian enemies of state, trans ferengi, vulcan terrorists, amorphous he/they shape shifters. he constantly had men chasing after him too.

Kirk's womanizing ways were vastly overstated by people whose memories are clouded by age, and Riker's repertoire was the most generic humanoid hotties out there, whose personalities were basically omg i'd love to have sex with you do you like my skimpy outfit.

Quark was pulling much harder just by virtue of the fact that all of his pulls were people who had a good reason to not get involved with him at all, but couldn't resist in the end.

seriously. cardassian political scientist that hates him, ferocious klingon warrior who just wants to use him for political reasons, a trans ferengi who doesn't want to be outed, a Vulcan terrorist who REALLY shouldn't be helping him but does, and a cop.

he has that much rizz, mk?

trust me. I'm a scientist.

I have the qualitative data to back this up.

A man arrested for cross-dressing emerging from a police van, New York, 1939

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