




“so how do you portray the sentiment?”
I could not stop thinking (and being upset) about “The Dream Box”, today. It was a play that was only shown to a convention audience and involved Garak and Bashir coming across something that translated every nuance of meaning between them, so they could finally *really* understand each other, rather than relying on the Universal Translator. According to someone who saw it, Garak had Bashir say ‘I love you’ to himover and over, in as many ways as he could think of - to a lover, a child, a friend, etc - just so Garak could relish actually being able to detect the differences.
I don’t know what the thing they found to do that looked like, or even was, but I was so wrapped up in how *close* an experience that would be, and with it being called Dream *Box*, I ended up with some obvious imagery that was perfect to try my new liquid frisket on.
my usual MO of naming my G/B paintings after a lyric in The Birthday Massacre’s “Pale” continues here. I couldn’t believe I found something to paint to this lyric, it’s wonderful~

Bashir: I’m a doctor. You’re my patient. That’s all I need to know.
Garak: Wrong again… You need to know who you’re trying to save.
Of the final farewell scene between Garak and Bashir, Behr comments, “A lot of people thought their relationship had been forgotten and we didn’t need to give them a goodbye scene, that the important thing was Bashir and O'Brien. But I felt that we needed it. For seven years, this guy had been wanting to get out of exile, and he helps free his planet, helps his people do the right thing, and finally he gets to go home to ruins. Bashir gives us this human, kind of well meaning but not really helpful response to all that’s happened, while Garak has his eyes wide open." (x)

7. Cosplaying
Still working on the Our Man Bashir poster, but then this happened.
Never enough Garak in turtlenecks.
A visual guide of a ship between a professional puppy and a space lizard, illustrated with pictures and other people’s lovely gifs.

Scan of signed painting, here is the original. I can’t thank both of them enough for indulging me and being so sweet, even if Sid had to do it by insinuating at me and Andy talked about ‘balance’ and made me babble at him like a giant nerd. They were both so lovely and now I get to be a dork and frame my own art because this piece of paper is my new favorite thing.
So I had wanted to read a fanfic that talked about the events of ‘Empok Nor’ for some time now because I do love some old good angst, and then I found this one - and while it’s not always that I appreciate older fanfiction, this one it’s pretty good ~~
I wasn’t going to rec it because this is a story with some good years and lots of people in the fandom must have read it already, but there’s always new people in fandom, so…
Garak/Bashir, NC-17, some angst and some pretty… curious Cardassian anatomy.
Link for the story: Trust