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lorenzobane · 2 years

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Darling, I'm Intoxicated

(A/N: @wanderingwriter87 I don't know- this just came up and slapped me in the face and I blame you. On AO3 here)

Summary: Garak gets a bit too drunk.

“This is ridiculous.”

“No, it is not. You should be flattered that you were invited! I’m so happy you’re branching out more, making new friends–”

“Stop talking to me like I’m a child, Julian.”

Julian rolls his eyes. One of Garak’s colleagues at the local municipal building where he acts as County Notary (a job both serving the state but decidedly banal, which Julian knows Garak finds uniquely frustrating) has invited him to his Kosse ceremony. Julian understands the ceremony is quite similar to the Terran custom of bachelor parties, complete with strippers and copious alcohol.

Garak hadn’t had one.

Julian had certainly tried to persuade him; he had even said they could share a bachelor party if Garak were so hesitant to have his own (which had been met with a furious noise from Miles over subspace when he told him about it later). Garak remained firm in his refusal, and so Julian eventually gave in.

It isn’t that the party itself is so significant, Julian thinks. It is more what the party represents, namely- friends. Julian has always been good about joining sports teams and throwing himself into the deep end of social dynamics, social skills be damned, and on Cardassia, he has pretty good success. He is part of a tennis league that meets biweekly, formed of Federation aid workers and local Cardassians who had picked up the game, his coworkers at the hospital he sometimes got drinks with, and, of course, a standing subspace call with Miles.

Garak has, well, he has him. Julian loves Garak with his entire being. He adores him, wants nothing but joy and happiness from him, relishes talking to him, and could easily spend whole days just lost in him.

But. But that isn’t healthy, and it isn’t fair. Julian dated a Councilor long enough to know that, at least.

So, Julian says, “stop behaving like a child then.”

Garak gives him a look that could drill a hole for dilithium.

“Now, message me if you need a ride home. I won’t be going anywhere, so any time.”

“I think I am perfectly capable of finding my way home in the city I was raised in, Doctor.”

“And we are all very impressed,” Julian says soothingly. “Still, call. I’m off tomorrow, so it won’t be a bother.”

“Which is why I don’t understand why you can’t come with me.”

“Because I wasn’t invited,” Julian reminds him playfully. “Also, you can’t have a couple at your Bachelor Party! Ruines the energy of debauchery.”

“I will take your word for it.”

Julian starts steering him towards the door, pressing his comm into his hands. “Have fun!”

Garak opens his mouth to respond, so Julian cheerfully shuts the door on his face.

Julian looked around their small living room; he isn’t often alone and finds that he’s excited to have a night to himself. Maybe he can watch that new holodrama he’s been meaning to binge, but Garak hasn’t been interested.

He snuggles in and settles into finally being able to watch something without constant commentary.

Several hours later, Julian wakes up on the couch to a message notification. He blinks once, not remembering when he fell asleep in the first place, and then reads the message.

Elim Garak: Darling, I am intoxicated.

Julian chuckles softly under his breath.

Julian Bashir: Would you like me to pick you up?

Elim Garak: That would be most appreciated, my dear.

Julian looks at the time, and his eyes widen; it is late. Much later than Julian thought Garak would be willing to stay out and definitely later than Julian himself had stayed out since Jadzia’s parties on Deep Space Nine.

He shakes the cobwebs loose and heads for their hovercraft before checking Garak’s location on his PADD and chuckling.

A Glinn’s Pleasure, a Cardassian Strip Club. There was a term for it (ss’kishta) but for all purposes, it was a strip club.

Good for him, Julian thinks with a grin. Poor dear so rarely gets to see any scale. Julian has never been the jealous type, and he is perfectly aware that Garak does nothing quickly. He doesn’t eat quickly, doesn’t shower quickly, and doesn’t fuck quickly.

Julian can attest to that. It only took him ten years.

By the time he gets there, it seems only the Kosse ceremony group is left, with the younger men still vigorously hollering at the dancers. Julian scans the room for signs of his wayward husband when he sees him slumped over a chair in the back of the bar. He’s actually surprised that Garak allowed himself to get this intoxicated with strangers, but he’ll get the full story of how this happened later.

He walks over to him, ready to gingerly wake him when he looks at the image Garak fell asleep looking at. It was a picture from a vacation they went on two months ago; Julian was wearing a pink shirt that was barely buttoned, gesturing wildly with his hands in the warm Risian sun. His wedding band caught in the light.

Julian softens even more and gently presses a hand on Garak’s shoulder. “Elim, are you ready to go?”

“Julian?”

“Yes, are you ready to go home?”

“Yes,” Garak responds, almost desperately swaying into his arms.

Julian chuckles, “Okay, okay, I’ve got you.”

He maneuvers them out of the bar taking great pains to keep his partner as upright as possible. Julian passes a brief wave to the boys, who are still partying, as he lugs his husband to the hovercraft.

As soon as he helps him sit, Garak falls asleep. Julian presses a fond kiss to Garak’s temple and then drives them both home.

Once he manages to get Garak up to their room, and in their bed, he walks back to the living room and orders a hangover cure from the replicator. It works best if applied before sleep to prevent hangover symptoms in the morning rather than curing them once they have already appeared.

There is a quiet hiss of the hypospray unloading into Garak’s neck, who doesn’t even twitch. A flash of alarm rings through him- Garak is always alert.

Taking a half step back, watching that Garak is still breathing steadily, he reaches for his tricorder, heart racing.

Julian sighs and shakes his head at himself, nothing. He’s perfectly fine, save for the dehydration from the alcohol. Exasperated with himself, the war was years ago; he lays down too.

Julian wakes up before Garak does, which is unsurprising but still sends him to his tricorder for one more quick scan before he officially calls himself paranoid.

Garak eventually wakes up, wandering into the living room in his traditional robe and perfect posture. Even his hair is neatly plaited.

“Good morning, love,” Julian says with a smile.

Garak inclines his head at him, oddly polite, but Julian ignores it.

“So,” Julian starts, “how was last night?”

“A tawdry affair,” Garak begins, sighing dramatically. “A bunch of headstrong, foolish young men. The state only knows why they even wanted an old timer like me along.”

“Of course,” Julian says, his lips curling around a tea cup's rim. “Though I’m sure you still gave them a run for their money,”

“Oh,” Garak chucked, “I tried to keep up. Though, it has been some time since I have consumed in such excess. I must say, I find myself… surprised by the lack of consequences.”

Julian gave him a questioning look. “I gave you a hangover treatment last night, of course. It is always better to prevent the problem than to treat it.”

Garak looks at him, seeming almost surprised for half a second before he nods. “Of course. I never doubt your medical expertise. I just presumed that perhaps you’d be more… Upset.”

“Upset? About what?”

“Well, that I allowed such an overindulgence. You do so often harp on me about the importance of moderation.”

“Because it is important, but Garak, going out with your friends every once in a while and having a bit too much isn’t something you need to be punished for. I’m certainly not upset.”

“Nor about the rather… lewd displays at the venue where you found me?”

Julian rolls his eyes and goes over to him, pressing a firm kiss on his cheek. “Elim, love, I knew that. Remember? Now, did you have fun?”

Garak looks conflicted before he smiles, “Well, it has been some time since I’ve seen another Cardassian’s chuva. So, that was refreshing, though surprisingly uninspiring. I suppose I simply have different tastes now.”

Julian laughs, nuzzling his face into Garak’s neck. He can read between the lines.

#my writing #st: ds9 #garashir #julian bashir #elim garak #god... idk man #when the lizard is a sap #which is apparently i all i write these days #chuva=the groin spoon on Cardassians #terminology taken of course from tinsnip

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crows-home · 11 months

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part of my nimona viewing experience. idk why but i got super emotional in the first five minutes.

ID by @peachygos

[ID: A comic juxtaposing screenshots from Nimona 2023 and drawings of a person watching the movie. The first screenshot is Ambrosius's introduction; he grins at the camera as the news anchors introduce him, his name in big print on the screen. The person watching thinks with a bored expression, "Ah. Ok. This guy is gonna be the jackass. Typical golden-boy stuck-up prince that thinks he's better than the underdog. I see where this is going.

The next screenshot is of Ambrosius and Ballister on the platform above the arena, Ambrosius doing his news anchor bit and saying, "Aaand will Ballister be broody on the biggest day of his life?" Ballister laughs at his antics. The person watching now has a small smile, as they think, "Huh! Aw, they're actually nice to each other and are friends! I wasn't expecting that, that's nice-"

The third and final screenshot is a shot from behind of Ballister leaning his head on Ambrosius's shoulder. The caption reads "the knighting ceremony is just moments away." The person watching now has a touched, soft expression, like they're holding back tears. They think "OH." as a partially transparent doodle behind them bends over crying and blubbering, with another doodle showing their heart shot through with an arrow. /end ID]

#nimona #nimona movie #my art #i dont know WHY the relationship between these two made me so happy. genuinely. but i was tearing up when they held hands #idk man. just- the feeling of 'ah. friendship between these two men like always. i see-' and then #'OH. oh god theyre in love. that so sweet. i wasnt expecting that what the fuck.'#im not an outwardly emotional person

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stoopidstapler · 10 months

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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #adventure time #goin insane over him #thers no words to describe how im feelin #i wish i could draw somehtin better but i am goin INSANE #FINALLY. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. we are being FED.#ALSO?? HOW THEY SHOWED HIM EXACTLY WHEN THE LYRICS GO ''WHATS WRONG WITH ME'. LIKE HELLO???????#ive seen so many good theories PLEASE GOD WRITE FICS I AM BEGGIN I LL DRAW U FANART BLS HEL P #IDK WOT IM GONNA DO FOR A WHOLE MONTH #SOMEONE KNOCK ME OUT TIL THE 31ST. HIBERNATE ME. HELP.#also i need to put it out there the first thing i thought when i saw this trailer was simon is tryina rewrite fionna and cake #which is why their world keeps changin so much? idk idk #ive seen so many different ideas and they are all so good please help #ALSO GOD. THIS MAN IS JUST GOIN THRU IT. AND ITS ONLY BEEN A QUICK TRAILER.#im sorry for so many tags idk where to put these help #maybe i should make an actual blog for like. whatever. n reblogs. help.

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stage1midboss-art · 6 months

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older art from when i was REALLY brainrotting abt him

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #p5 #p5r #goro akechi #posting him here cause.... idk who cares ig #god this really lasted 4 months huh #rip goro got dethroned by music video corporate depression man

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bloodyraremedium · 1 month

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#“but aroace people can still have sex/date!”#idk about the dating part but he's sex-repulsed #asexual #aromantic #aroace #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #check my comment \/ for more #ok i'm pretty sure he only canonically ace but still it's rlly weird you guys #just let a man be aroace by god

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midnightsslut · 1 month

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religion is one of the most prominent recurring themes on the album, and it has been present in some capacity for quite a few records now. taylor previously compared love to religion: her saving grace, her belief system, and a fated divine intervention (false god, cornelia street, and cruel summer are the best examples of this). ‘sacred new beginnings that became my religion’ and ‘we’d still worship this love even if it’s a false god’ are two of the defining statements about her philosophy on the lover album.

taylor doesn’t want to leave all of that behind on ttpd, at least not at the beginning. the first supernatural force she mentions is the spaceship on down bad, which she compares to a skylight of freedom in the epilogue. *something* has finally come to save her from her life of suffering. she doesn’t care if it’s a force of good at first; if anything, she’s just fine being taken away by aliens. she views this man as her destiny. it isn’t until guilty as sin? that taylor starts to ponder the moral implications of what she’s doing. is she guilty as sin for wanting to leave her previous religion and relationship behind? she comes to the conclusion that, even if she rolls the stone away and gets resurrected/redeemed, she cannot avoid the fallout. she is okay with the thought of having to wait, as long as both lovers vow to be together forever, just as she once did with someone else in false god. ‘I choose you and me religiously’ finishes the bridge of the song in a direct callback to cornelia street.

the next mention of religion has murkier imagery. she claims that she does not need the Lord’s help to save this man. she sees the halo that he has, and she can fix him herself. now that she feels free of her prior cage, she isn’t looking for divine intervention anymore. she wants control. she is their route to salvation.

when the relationship falls apart, she retreats back into the position of a believer rather than a divine figure. she compares him to a Holy Ghost who promised to save her and take her to heaven. instead, she is in hell in every sense of the word: she’s down bad and feels guilty for digging up the grave. he was a jehovah’s witness who promised that she could break free of the cage imposed by love without changing her religion altogether; she would’ve just had to switch denominations. she could still have a marriage and kids! she could still have a blue tortured poet! the man was different, but not the dreams they had together. the story of the first part of the album ends here. her faith has been broken, and she has only found any semblance of sanity by refusing to mention these belief systems altogether.

side b/the anthology blends the christian imagery of side a with goddesses, sorcerers, and prophecies. she bargains with these powers to let her have the future she wants (the prophecy). she doesn’t sound like someone believing in salvation. if anything, she feels cursed. she decides that the concept of divinely ordained timing will never work in certain relationships (‘the goddess of timing once found us beguiling / she said she was trying / peter, was she lying?’). this disdain extends onto her perception of other people’s faith (‘bet they never spared a prayer for my soul’). she does position herself as a prophet in cassandra, but even then, she admits that the role has hurt her. perhaps the pain in thank you aimee was meant to be, or perhaps she was just strong enough to build a legacy in spite of it, boulder by boulder. is she a martyr? does she want to be? or did she save herself?

the only real love song on this half of the album makes no mention of fate or any divine forces. it wasn’t meant to be. it’s not a supernatural invisible string or lightning in a bottle. she is just in love.

the album ends with the manuscript, which revisits an old story of a defining, formative heartbreak. as she sings ‘at last, she knew what the agony had been for’ while describing the legacy of her writing, she seems to revert to thinking about the purpose of trauma. the only exception is that, in this case, she is the one who found meaning in her pain by turning it into a manuscript. writing is her belief system now, and she proselytizes by telling her stories and thus giving up the manuscript.

ultimately, her belief in destiny has chewed her up and spat her out. she so desperately clung to her existing belief systems that she was fooled by a conman, which left her feeling cursed. religion is supposed to be with someone even in their darkest moments, but the album explains that taylor often felt abandoned. the only constant in her life was, well, herself. she’ll be okay, but her pen will be her saving grace.

#idk why I wrote this essay but it needed to be said #this could be taken further by actually unpacking each mention of religion on midnights and lover but i ain’t doing all that #the manuscript #cassandra #Cornelia street #false god #cruel summer #lover #the prophecy #the smallest man who ever lived #but daddy I love him #I can fix him #guilty as sin #ttpd #thank you Aimee #peter

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tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora · 2 months

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FIRST CANVAS PAINTING OF 2024!! prettu prettu kanhu

(also yea try to find my initials lol,, easily dikh jaayenge but uh huh)

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genderkoolaid · 2 months

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european italians when italian americans have their own pronunciations & spellings because we are a linguistically isolated diaspora & most of our families spoke regional dialects instead of standard italian when they immigrated anyways:

#also idk man. i grew up in an area with no real italam community #my family barely speaks italian/neapolitan at all #it kinda sucks that italam language is seen as a joke/as mangled Italian #when so many of us never learned it bc our families refused to teach it #for safety & security! to assimilate! that sucks!!#like yeah god forbid we enjoy having a unique culture & having some connection to our ancestors #didn't realize we needed yalls permission to speak !!!#m.

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braisedhoney · 1 year

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wouldn’t want to forget who you are.

and you haven’t.

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hyunievie · 4 months

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[ 7.25pm ] hyunjin is a man who absolutely worships you during sex. his hands trail down your body ever so lightly, treating you as if you were made of the most fragile glass. his plush lips press feather light kisses down your front, starting at the bottom of your jaw. his fingers toy with your nipples as he kisses along your soft breasts, pulling and pinching at the sensitive nubs as he watches you whine and squirm, your brows furrowed ever so cutely as you beg him to stop teasing you. he continues his journey downwards, narrowed eyes looking up at your face as he kisses down your cute tummy, the skin rising and falling with uneven, quick breaths of arousal. his hands slide around the upper parts of your thighs, raising an eyebrow at you as you try to close them shut, hiding your soaked panties from his view. "open, baby." he murmured softly, rubbing light circles on to the skin of your thighs, his gentle touches feeling like honey pooling over your figure. your thighs would open hesitantly, slowly, and his tongue would dart out to lick his lips, immediately pressing his face against your panties. a shaky whimper would fall from your rosy lips as he inhaled deeply, his tongue pressing flat against the wet patch of the fabric. "h-hyun, please." you stuttered shyly, your voice small and timid as you looked at him with flitted eyes, your face flushed while your hands gripped the bedsheets beneath you. "please what, sweetheart?" hyunjin replied, a teasing lilt to his voice as he grinned, causing your heart to grow heavy with adoration. "want ... want you- want you inside, inside of ... me." you mumbled shakily, bottom lip quivering as your eyelashes grew wet with tears, causing the male's cock to twitch with interest.

"hm, baby doesn't even know how to say please?"

#sorry idk what this is #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #skz smut #skz hard thoughts #skz x reader #the thoughts i have about this man are between me and god #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #kittys writing

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gods-little-meow-meow · 4 months

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i think the real tragedy in rain world is how slow everything moved. there is no one fixed point in the timeline where everything could've worked out, the iterators were doomed from their birth. the ancients died centuries ago, silver's ascension is but a distant memory. how long did it take for moon to collapse, in her slowly decaying structure? how long did she sit there and beg for pebbles to save her? and after her collapse how long did she wait half dead and alone for hunter to save her? was there any way out of this? a fixed point everything went wrong? no, just a slow and tedious march towards the end.

#hi feeling sad over this game again <3 <3 #rain world #looks to the moon #five pebbles #the hunter #sliver of straw #god idk man

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driaswrld · 6 months

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higuruma who likes wine. i'm thinking he likes it almost as dry as his coffee but he's very appreciative of the fruity undertones — like you can tell the mood he's in based on the wine he's bought.

he wins a case and he already has a bottle of pinot noir open and waiting for when you finally get home, tie loose and manspreading on the couch, hair tousled and a small dopey smile (yes he started without you but don't worry, he's sure you can keep up)

or maybe he's lost a case and you're pouring him a third glass of california cabernet in the warm bathtub, soap bubbles on his frown lines, arms wrapped tight around you while you straddle him, his teeth grazing your shoulder (he's literally just a brooding baby, hold him pls)

either way, he fucks you idk why i was talking ab the wine. idk anything ab wine. basis is he fucks you while wine drunk really.

#📰 — archive #spit in my mo—#anyways #hiromi is a wine guy #nanami is more of a whiskey guy #he prob buys his wine at the same store everytime #very particular ab picking whichever one feels right in his hands #idk he might be autistic i think hes literally me #do not let him pour your wine though #he'll never let you stop drinking #this man is here for a GOOD time okay?#hes not stopping til the bottle is ran thru #will 100% call you wasteful and tease you if you can't keep up #loathes being called an alcoholic bcus god forbid he has attachment to a substance other than you #jjk higuruma #higuruma x reader #higuruma smut

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allforthe-gay · 10 months

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it is completely one hundred percent baffling to me that any of the foxes would come away from witnessing neil and andrew's reunion in baltimore with the opinion that their relationship was just hate fucking . like my brother in christ are you blind

#andrew was FERAL .#he fucking choked KEVIN like COME ON #and he was like RACING into the room to see neil and #he was all like *tugs neil's hoodie to get his attention* *threatens anyone who tried to come close to them (abby)*#he was all like 'i dont trust them to give you back.' come on man .#and neil was looking at andrew . most definitely Like That. when he was talking to abby #neil was all battered and bruised from barely dodging a fucking death sentence and he sees andrews partly red eye and thats #the first thing he talks about #*lightly taps a thumb against the bruise at andrews eye* i didnt know theyd staged a riot #they were all like Looking at each other and ..... idk i am not explaining this well enough but .#you don't need me to. you all read it #it was So Fucking Obvious my god #im crying bc even neil thought nicky wasnt far from the truth at that point #like he could not have been more incorrect istg .#aftg #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #all for the game #mi ne

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littleprincepaladin · 5 months

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were thou naughty this year? 🤨

#bg3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #paladindraws #it looks so grey 😭😭😭😭 on my pc its so much more colorful #you won't believe the agony i went through with this for no particular reason #i don't even celebrate christmas man!!!! idk why i wanted to draw this #anyway yeah happy whatever-holiday to raphael girlies(gn)!!!!#love yall #CAN YOU TELL BY THE BG THAT GRAPHIC DESIGN IS NOT MY PASSION WHATSOEVER LMFAO #i swear to god if this gets shadowbanned---

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turtleblogatlast · 4 months

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[ cw: trauma / mind control / separation anxiety / autophobia / ]

Something that kills me is that there’s no way in hell that Raph’s debilitating separation anxiety isn’t infinitely worse after the movie. The trauma of being Krangified like that, all alone, would probably regress him so hard.

Not to mention his worries of getting “weird” would likely get mixed up with his experience while Krangified - aka, he loses full awareness, and when he’s brought “back” it’s to the understanding that he attacked his own family (of course not to his own fault at all, but how much of that does he believe?)

The fear of being alone would take on another layer and become a fear of himself.