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[angsty-teenager-tennis-ball]

[journal entry #163]: “ok that’s it! It’s been god knows how long since I’ve gotten here (note: 2 days) and if I keep isolating myself, I’m going to starve. I can’t be self-sufficient anymore. I have to actually talk to people.”

Well, here goes nothing… [i open front door and visibly recoil at the intense sunlight] GOD it’s BRIGHT. Let’s just get this over with.

[I find a nice little house and walk up to the door]

Ok… time to find a real home.

[I knock on the door]

[someone opens it and stares at me before speaking…]

[startrekjustintime]

Doctor Bashir finds himself in a timeline that's mostly the same, with one glaring difference. Conversations with himself, Garak, and an appearance by Dax ensue. (Really, he just wants to go home. He misses his husband and it's been a very long day).

Fun, fluffy, romantic timeline romp by @still-not-king. Get a cup of tea and settle in for this one!

Julian rushed down the corridor towards Garak’s Clothiers.

He understood the Cardassian still being testy with him from this morning. (He could have kicked himself for bailing in the middle of what had turned into a rather intense actual disagreement, but he and the other, Bajoran doctor in the clinic alternated off-cycle appointment blocks every 2 weeks and this was his rotation). To his credit, he hadn’t expected an offhand comment to degenerate into a shouting match.

But still.

He didn’t think it was worth locking him out of their own home before knocking off to work for the day.

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[odu4]

Commission done for @mp-knight

thanks again =). And I am very glad that you like my oc ^0^

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[angsty-teenager-tennis-ball]

[(audio log) journal entry 214:] I can’t sleep at night. Hate to admit it, but I’m scared. At first, it was the dreams. The bad ones were just outright terrifying, but the good dreams are the ones keeping me up. I dream of a normal life. The kind I used to have. I dream of her and them, wonder where she is.

Then it was the noises. It’s like a faint whisper carried by the wind. But I can swear I here them calling my name. Except that’s impossible becau- never mind. I can’t think of that right now. Wait. I just heard it again! This time I have to check outside. That was to big to be my imagination

(I go downstairs and out the door. Walking down the road I notice a light in the distance. Focusing on that while walking, I don’t notice the person in front of me until I bump into them)

Oh my god! You scared me. Oh um I’m sorry I guess.

(The figure, who’s face is obscured by the midnight darkness does not seem to be too pleased about the apology…)

[angsty-teenager-tennis-ball]

[journal entry #167]: “well I found a home. I dont know but this Ballgod… kinda creeping me out yk? But for the time being, I need to figure out a long term plan… hmm…

Uhh….

Hm…

Yeah I’ve got like nothing. I’ll think about it I guess.

The name

Oh god. How can I be so stupid? I have to be more careful or he will find me. I need to come up with my new identity. Let’s see… Jake, Jack, Leo, Ben, ugh. I dont have the patience for this. I’ll pretend I’m going through an identity crises or something.

I also need a cover story. It’s not every day a teenager shows up with no story or any explanation.

How about this:

My parents died in a car crash and I’ve been on the streets looking for a home ever since.

Eh… I could do better…

I was abandoned at birth and was raised by wolves?

Too cliche

I dont know. I’ll just try to avoid the topic.

Well… I guess I have a lot of thinking to do.”

[anothertypicalteen]

Everyone hates me, but not as much as I hate myself

[anothertypicalteen]

Anyone else want to die 🤪

[bigxphilly]

#werkinghardforthemuney #slayme #attb #imarockstaratheart