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sircrayons · 3 months
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Youre telling me Bashir thinks about Garak in the BATH?!?!
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tboyautism · 8 months
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garashir literally could habe not worked with anyone else andy and sidd's unique form of insanity anf commitment to the bit cannot be replicated
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startrek-by-secret · 8 months
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You can't tell me Garak wasn't incredibly turned on by Julian almost shooting him
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stra-tek · 9 months
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From Holodeck Four on Twitter
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coop-of-coffee · 10 months
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2.05: Cardassians
"I continue to underestimate you, Garak."
Every Garashir scene. 8/?
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#442
"I find it really strange how fandom interpretations of ships change the fandom interpretations of characters over time. For Spirk, I blame the introduction of AOS – turning Kirk from a heartfelt, competent leader to a snarky bad boy with a secret soft side: but even others... Looking at Garashir fic from the 90s or even until the 2010s, Garak is portrayed more as a competent and morally gray individual (true to character!) but more recent fics woobify him to the point of unrecognizability. I guess it really frustrates me – how fandoms in general have become less about loving the source material."
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hellyeahlizardfever · 2 months
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Bluetongue garak
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spocks-husband · 3 months
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wordless, wordless.
This is my Star Trek Gift Exchange piece for @idealisticcatastasis!! I really hope you enjoy :")
Words: 1,142
Pairing: Garak/Bashir
Genre/Tropes: Fluff, Slow Dancing, Late-Night Conversations
Summary: Garak has some... interesting dreams.
@startrekwintergiftexchange (am i supposed to tag you guys?? i don't remember lmao)
The Promenade's humming evening silence was closer to eerie than soothing, but Julian paid it little mind as he walked, his hands clasped tightly behind his back and his eyes firmly fixed upon the windows of the station. Logically speaking, Julian knew that the vacuum of Bajoran space was just the same as it always was, that their system of station time was merely devised to give species in need of a consistent sleep schedule some semblance of normalcy-- but quietly, he liked to think that it grew darker this time of 'night', that the stars were just a bit brighter against a contrasting black abyss. 
Since the war had ended the station itself had begun to feel... smaller. There was nothing to do anymore. One would think that being the center of some of the most significant events of this century would make Deep Space Nine a rather popular place to visit, but at least to Julian, it seemed like there were less people every day. 
Miles had gone back to Earth for his academy job and taken his family with him, Captain Sisko was... somewhere with the wormhole aliens, Kira was spending more and more time on her home planet and away from her command post (and when she was back with them there was always a vague sadness in her eyes that Julian fought the urge to ask about. He knew she didn't really want to talk about Odo)-- everything felt... empty, somehow. 
"Doctor? You're up rather late."
Well...
Almost everything. 
Julian smiled softly as he turned around to see that familiar smirk standing several meters away. 
"I could say the same thing about you, Garak," the doctor retorted, taking a few steps until he was close enough to see the way the starlight was glimmering in the Cardassian's blue eyes. There was a moment of stillness that sat between them, a stillness that the two of them often found to linger in their company, but it wasn't paid any mind. If anything, it was welcome. 
"You should know by now that Cardassian sleep schedules are far from identical to those of humans, Doctor" the older man chuckled, his steps falling in a natural sync with Julian's as they began to walk. 
"Then maybe I have you to blame for my current bout of insomnia," Julian joked accusingly. "You're rubbing off on me." 
"Perhaps I am," Garak mused with a slight smile, glancing out the windows for a brief moment. "... Perhaps I could say the same about you." 
"Oh, really?" Julan smirked. 
"Oh, yes, indeed," Garak hummed. "In fact... I've begun dreaming." 
"Dreaming?"
"It's not typical for Cardassians to dream. Not consistently, anyway. Once in a while, sure, but not every night." There was a glimmer of regret shining in his eyes, suddenly, as if he were almost... embarrassed... that he'd brought it up. 
"And what might you be dreaming about?" The doctor asked slowly, his grin widening just slightly. 
"Oh, I can't tell you-- that's highly classified information, my dear doctor," Garak smirked. 
"Oh, of course," Julian nodded in mock seriousness. "I understand completely." 
For a while, there was a silence that returned between the two of them, and Julian couldn't help but consider how... nice... it was. Pleasant, even. 
"Though, there has been a recurring figure in these... dreams of mine," Garak added suddenly, his gaze fixed on everything except for the man at his side. Julian quirked a brow. 
"Oh?" The doctor couldn't help but chuckle. "And... who might this person be?" 
Garak fought the urge to smile. "Oh, I'm not certain," he lied. "I can't ever see him very well, the lights are too dim."
"Then how can you know it's the same man?"
"I just know." 
The silence returned, temporarily. It didn't stay, though-- it never did. 
"Well, what has this man been doing?" Julian snorted, looking up at Garak with a curious smirk. Garak smiled back. 
"Dancing." 
Julian laughed. "Really? Dancing?"  
"Oh, yes," Garak nodded, crossing his arms. "You don't have to believe me if you don't want to." 
"Hm," Julian chuckled. "Well... why don't you show me?" 
Garak raised an eyebrow slowly, his eyes locking with Julian's in a way that made the doctor's heart skip a beat as a smirk rose to his face. Without a word, the Cardassian extended a clawed hand toward Julian, a silent invitation that spoke entirely for itself. The doctor hesitated for just a moment, a playful glint in his eyes, before finally placing his hand in Garak's.
The Promenade's ambient lighting seemed to dim ever so slightly as Garak led Julian to a more open area, away from the occasional midnight passersby and their prying eyes. Garak placed his other hand firmly on Julian's waist, and the doctor's breath caught at the unexpected warmth of the touch. Garak's hands had always seemed so cold to him, but... not tonight. 
"There's no music here, you know," Julian spoke softly, his eyes remaining low as he tried to hide how flushed his cheeks had become. "I didn't necessarily mean... here... and now..." Garak only chuckled. 
"I'm sorry, Doctor, would you like me to stop?"
There was a pause. 
"... No," Julian said finally. "I... don't believe I would."
They began to sway gently, the dance unfolding organically between them. Julian felt a mixture of exhilaration and contentment, realizing that this was a moment he had secretly yearned for. As they moved gracefully together, the silence spoke volumes, filling the empty spaces that the war had left behind.
"You know, Doctor," Garak began, his voice low and intimate, almost careful. "I must confess that dancing was never my forte back on Cardassia. But there's something about this place, this station, that makes everything different."
Julian chuckled, his eyes locked with Garak's. "Maybe it's the stars. Or maybe it's the company."
Garak's gaze softened, and a warmth spread across his features. "Perhaps it's a bit of both," he admitted.
The two continued their dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. In the quiet intimacy of the Promenade, surrounded by the hum of the station and the distant twinkling of stars, the boundaries between them blurred. It wasn't just a dance; it was a moment of connection, a shared understanding that went beyond words. There were no more games of riddles and teasing, no subtleties or avoidance. Whatever it was that they were, something they'd always struggled to name... they were here. They were together. Perhaps that was enough. 
As they twirled gracefully, Julian couldn't help but feel a sense of completion. The emptiness that had lingered since the war's end seemed to dissipate with every step. It was warmer here, somehow. 
"Garak...?" 
The Cardassian shook his head slowly. 
"Just let it be, Doctor. I think that might be the best thing to do." 
Julian smiled softly. 
"... If you say so."
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hanniballover67 · 1 year
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Andrew Robinson “Garak & Bashir are going to have a slow burn romance”
DS9 Producers “Err, no.”
AR & Alexander Siddig “we’re not having a slow burn romance okay 😉”
AS “Okay”
Garak & Bashir #StarTrek #DS9
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micronopher · 3 months
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QUEER-FANSHIPPERS
Calling out to other fans who queer-ship for support! The dark-ish, romcom-ish, historical-ish pirate show Our Flag Means Death is one of the few that has actual queer-couples prominently featured on the show.
The main romantic pairing were regularly shipped in fandom long before it was revealed this was not a queer-baiting tactic, it was actually happening...
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And this is just ONE queer/non-heteronormative couple out of many more.
It's a fun show with a wonderful cast and crew who are not only supportive through their work, but many of who reach out to fans through special events and social media.
And now Max/WBD has cancelled that. One of the few cannon-supported examples where shipping queer-based couples weren't just fantasies, and it's been squashed.
I recommend y'all check out the show, but also please help protest the decision to cancel this unique series before it had the chance to complete its full arc:
Thank you all ❤️
Following @galaxypuppy708's example, btw:
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startrek-by-secret · 8 months
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:)
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Fic summary: Dr. Louis Zimmerman comes to Deep Space 9 to immortalize Dr. Julian Bashir as a Long-Term Medical Hologram, and all Garak needs to do is be honest in an interview about his acquaintance with Bashir -- but not too honest. Then Dr. Bashir’s parents arrive, and Garak is caught in the turmoil that upends his lover’s life. It turns out Bashir is better at keeping a secret than Garak ever gave him credit for...
Chapter summary: Garak receives an unexpected evening video call from Bashir, who he’d thought would still be entertaining Dr. Zimmerman. Since he can’t spend the evening with Garak in person, Bashir is making do.
Sorry for the extremely long (2-month) gap between chapters... so here, have a smut chapter that’s longer than the previous two chapters combined. I hadn’t even really intended to put smut in this early (gotta change the fic rating already!)... it just kind of got out of hand. Happy Solstice, I guess!
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redcheekdays · 1 year
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When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
Richard Siken, Birds Hover the Trampled Field /// Richard Siken, Black Telephone /// Deep Space Nine, s02e22 The Wire /// Jeffrey McDaniel, The Benjamin Franklin of Monogamy /// Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster /// fanart by @alk0n0st  /// Chloe N. Clark, Nociception /// fanart by alk0n0st /// The National, Sleep Well Beast /// alizabees, why would I ever run from you? /// Caitlyn Siehl, Start Here
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coop-of-coffee · 1 year
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2.05: Cardassians
"Actually, something good did come out of all of this, Garak."
Every Garashir scene. 6/?
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lesboficfanatic · 4 months
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how do you get such a weird and diverse music listening?
simple, I watch a amv/fan vid for my fav couples on tumblr/YouTube/Pinterest and if it’s weird enough/slaps adequately/vibes hard I’ll go search the song on Spotify and adds it to four separate playlists cycle through,
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