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Glued to the Tumblr ™ atm cause I can't go back to sleep after a measly 2.5 hours of sleep 🙃 I want to read more fanfic but if I go down that rabbit hole I will never get more sleep
DS9 - Vengeance
“You’re not planning to invite that doddering, old fraud, are you?”
“Old? He’s no older than you!” retorted the doctor.
“Well he acts like a grandfather.”
“And you know as well as I that you’re the fraud. Mr. Garak is the real article.”
“Oh, and I suppose you’re in Garak’s league? Bashir…Julian Bashir. Secret agent!” O’Brien sounded distinctly nasty. “All right. Then I don’t want to involve us with that middle-aged, competent, but totally untrustworthy Cardassian spy!”
“And why not?” responded Dr. Bashir, irritated that his friend still, after all these years together, didn’t seem to trust the judgement of Bashir, Julian Bashir. There was something about the hard-headed master chief, something annoying. “Garak may sometimes look like a traitor or act like a traitor-”
“And flap like a duck and quack like a duck, Julian, he’s a duck! He may not be a spy anymore, but head games are his blood, Julian. We’re much better off trying to get to the subspace emitter and repair it, so we can call for some help, than wandering around the station looking for the last surviving member of the Obsidian Order!”
“Have you got an envirosuit in your pocket? Do you think the Klingons will leave the airlocks unguarded? I really hate to do this, Chief O’Brien, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to make it an order.”
O’Brien stared incredulously. “Julian, you’re ordering me to help you find that Cardassian threadneedle?”
Bashir took a deep breath. He so rarely pulled rank, it felt like pulling on an old overcoat that had shrunk over the years. “I’m afraid so, Chief.”
Miles glared at him for a moment. “Aye-aye, sir,” he said tonelessly, and Julian felt the sting. Friendship is only possible between equals, he remembered. Until the crisis was settled, Julian and Miles would have to be Lieutenant Bashir and Chief O’Brien.
Finally watched ep 7 vox machina it was good
About to go into an 8-hour rehearsal for my concert tonight. Goody goody boy oh boy
Gunshots??? Or something?? Like 6 of them?? And I’m home alone I’m scared like I hear that noise every once in a while but I still don’t know what it is????? Help
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Yeah I used to be badass as a kid, slaying all the 15 year olds with my cuteness.
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