Tumgik
#A Star Tailor
tarvalian · 17 days
Text
Tumblr media
XII - The Hanged Man, Upright: surrender, sacrifice, faith, perspective
4K notes · View notes
kala-mies · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
Everyone's favorite cosmic joke!
509 notes · View notes
tobytost · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
Ezra has the fattest crush and Zare so knows it
840 notes · View notes
klaipeda-witness · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
(I discovered pixilart.com)
346 notes · View notes
spacecolonie · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
the last stand
2K notes · View notes
the-data-files · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
they're down bad for the old man
178 notes · View notes
melittosphex · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM
435 notes · View notes
chadepitanga · 23 days
Text
Garak, pulling up to Bashir so dizzy with attraction he can barely think: Oh! Hello, my good fellow, I am a normal tailor, who is not a cardassian spy, and I want to touch your shoulders and have lunch with you weekly :))))
Bashir, seeing a guy who has his eyes so open he could be on crack, wearing the most atrocious fucking outfit anyone ever had the courage to wear in public: ..... ah... a tailor?
184 notes · View notes
noituen · 11 months
Photo
Tumblr media
872 notes · View notes
ineskorth · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Fictional smoking - mhhmmmm! Obsidian Order stuff or just some holosuite fun with the doctor - you decide. Also, it's impossible for me to NOT ruffle his hair.
417 notes · View notes
danshive · 11 months
Text
Deep Space Nine, but Worf strongly believes that Garak is, in fact, a tailor, and will not be convinced otherwise.
883 notes · View notes
garaks-padded-bra · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
based off an intelligent exchange @tazaryoot and I had
1K notes · View notes
cucumbermoon · 24 days
Text
One thing I haven't seen anyone talk about much is how abysmally rude Garak is to his customers. He has the worst customer service ethic I have ever seen in my life. He gets confrontational and argumentative with them. He flings Morn's pants at him. He gets super sarcastic with Quark about his lapels. It really makes me wonder about Cardassian customer service in general. Is Garak typical for a Cardassian in the customer service field? Is he being rude and argumentative because that's how Cardassians flirt and he's trying to put his customers at ease? Or is this a symptom of the fact that he hates the circumstances of his life and kind of wants to punish everyone for his reduced station? Did his years as the second most powerful person in the Cardassian Union make him feel like he deserves better than to be talked down to by a Ferengi bartender? I feel like there's a case to be made for all of these scenarios.
91 notes · View notes
vaguely-concerned · 26 days
Text
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. 
94 notes · View notes
orange-frog · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
^_^
497 notes · View notes
Text
The inner workings of Julian Bashir's mind: On the first day of my new, thrilling post, I met a beautiful, brilliant alien woman named Jadzia Dax. I have decided to hyperfixate on her. After all, who could possibly intrigue me more than a beautiful, brilliant alien woman?
The inner workings of Julian Bashir's mind after meeting Elim Garak: WhAt tHe fUcK wAs ThAt?!
278 notes · View notes