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  1. Public Bookmark 21

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    There's been a change in the Garak-Bashir household, and it causes Julian to revisit old memories. Garak just wants to garden.

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    21 Apr 2025

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    It wasn’t that he didn’t want to know. He simply didn’t want to talk about it.

    Gardening as a metaphor and an avoidance tactic!

  2. Rec 19

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    Four people and the Cardassian revolution.

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    01 May 2025

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    "I can't just hide down here, either." He raised a hand as Kira started to speak. "And before you say anything, Colonel, I'd rather not attack my own people. They're frightened – they're only trying to save themselves. If I could just speak to them-"

    "Your powers of oratory must be astounding," Garak said.

    Kira cut him off with a sharp look, and said, more gently, "Damar, the first thing you have to realize is that these are Dominion collaborators. You shouldn't try to get them on your side, because you know from the start that they're the kind of ally who'll sell you out today if it means a little extra comfort tomorrow."

    Mila's moment of clarity and change of heart as she's going about her normal actives under the Dominion occupation of Cardassia feels extremely, uncomfortably relevant to the present. On top of that, the characterization is great, and an injured Kira being tended to by Cardassians is deeply enjoyable.

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    Garak has a medical emergency.

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  4. Rec 54

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    "I love this whole desperate world, every inch and breath and corpuscle of it, and I don’t want it to be taken from me, and I don’t want to be taken from myself.”

    1957, and the first US clinical trial of lithium carbonate has just started at Columbia;

    or; Hawkeye, one queer, sultry summer in New York.

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    01 Jul 2024

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    “You look like hell,” Margaret informs him, checking the door is shut and coming to sit beside him. “More than usual, I mean.”

    My absolute favorite post-war fic of all time, and please understand I say that having been reading post-war fic since the late 90s. It's just that good.

  5. Public Bookmark 16

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    Ed and Stede decide to make a baby. Stede's friend offers to be a surrogate.

    “Fuck. Might as well enjoy it, right?” Ed says.

    “Right,” Stede agrees, rocking Ed in his arms. Ed hums contentedly, following the sway.

    “And who knows?” Ed says. “Maybe you'll like it.”

    Stede wrinkles his nose. Memories of being with Mary tunnel back and he mentally bats them away. It's nothing against Mary, of course. Just... no. “And maybe Hell will freeze over,” he deadpans.

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    15 Jan 2024

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    It hurts Stede to watch the way Ed's gaze lingers on children with their fathers, hand-in-hand at the market. Stede thinks there's quite enough of his own genes out in the world already, but Ed's? Ed deserves that. He deserves to right the wrongs of his own childhood— to pour all of the love he was deprived of into a child of his own.

    Whack-a-mole with my bulletproof kinks. Sweet and tugs on the heart a little, too.