i'm watching the second one now

can you believe the get down has not one, but two canon bisexual characters? who are also in an interracial relationship?? which could be inspiring another gay character to accept who he is and feel less isolated??? and now more characters might be coming out if there’s a second season?????? outstanding 10/10 truly amazing

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I’m the Avatar.

chris has done a lot of funny things on the age of ultron press tour, so naturally i had to draw steve doing some of them… my favourite is the second one down on the right ✌

The Last Jedi-Could it be...?

Ok y’all, I’ve watched that new trailer like 4 times now and I have come to a realization. 

So for the most part, the trailer is pretty straight forward. But there is one bit that has everyone scratching their heads. 

“The balance”

When Rey responds with this, we see two images. From what I can guess, the first image is a book shelf in a tree. And the second one is a hand over a faded picture of the Jedi symbol. Now I’ve studied this part so many times, my head hurts. First off, why the f**k are there a few books on what seems like a tree?! And who’s hand is that? Seem like questions with no answers, (at least right now) correct? Wrong! 

Don’t get me wrong, I got no clue what the book shelf is all about. That is an answer I’m gonna have to wait for. But I think know who’s hand is that. Now you might be wondering “How could you possibly know that? It’s just a hand!” You’re right! But look closely. Notice something interesting? This person is wearing a glove. Look even closer, and the glove looks yellow. And who do we know where’s a yellow glove in the Star Wars universe? What’s a major theory going around about this movie involving an unnamed cast member? Mainly this guy:

Oh yeah, you better believe you know where I’m going with this. I believe that our mysterious yellow-gloved hand in the trailer of The Last Jedi is none other than our favorite blueberry child: 

EZRA BRIDGER!!!!

  • me: you should watch the new thor trailer
  • my second boss, jenny (not all that interested): really?
  • me: yeah it's really funny, and the movie looks amazing
  • jenny: this is going to show off how much i don't know, but is he the guy who plays the receptionist in the new ghostbusters?
  • me: yeah!!!
  • jenny, much more excited now: oh i'm definitely watching it then
Why Every Single One of My Young Followers Should Watch Dawson's Creek:
  • Joey: I felt it.
  • Pacey: What?
  • Joey: This morning, in bed. Your arm brushed my arm and...I felt it.
  • Pacey: And what did it feel like?
  • Joey: It made me feel alive.
  • Pacey: ...
  • Joey: ...
  • Pacey: OK. Joey? I'm gonna kiss you now-
  • Joey: Pace-
  • Pacey: -JO? No. You can not say something like what you just said to me and not expect me to want to kiss you. So that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to kiss you in about 10 seconds. And if you don't want me to? Well you're just going to have to stop me.
  • Joey: ...
  • Pacey: ...
  • Joey: ...
  • Pacey: ...10.

peg-me-already-blog-blog-blog  asked:

Just wanted to say love the blog me and my wife just recently had an in counter with another male she was the center of attention or course we have never really talked about boundaries but I don't have any I'm the one that would love to watch her with another male/female or both I really just love to watch and again thanks for the wonderful blog next we want to try some swinger clubs I'm gettin more and more into the lifestyle she's always been about it how long have you been a hotwife

Oh how wonderful!!!! I been a hotwife for approximately 6 years now and loving every second of it.😈

anonymous asked:

Can you do an angsty fic based off the song "Dancing on My Own" by Calum Scott pa-leeeaaasseee! I'm in a very angsty mood right now and need this. Cheers! xo

i have been watching old niall interviews from after he released this town and in one of them he said after writing this town he had kind of a funk and like the next 30 songs he wrote were “absolute crap”. how do you think he would act coming home from the studio to his missus during that time? small drabble maybe please!

So I joined these.  The second one isn’t exact but I felt it fit here.  Enjoy the pain y’all.

“Willie…ya wanna go out tonight?”

“Um…suuuuuuure.”  Willie answered in a slight state of shock.  

I couldn’t blame him.  It usually wasn’t my idea to hit the clubs.  Not lately anyway.  I had an album to write and record.  I’d promised it would be out by spring, summer at the latest.  And when I’d released “This Town” I really thought I could meet that deadline.

But nothing I’d written since “This Town” was worth the paper it was written on.  I couldn’t put together a coherent though no matter what I did.  The last 30 songs had to be the worst shit I’d ever egotistically called music.

I needed a release.  The pressure I was putting on myself was stifling.  I couldn’t think.  I couldn’t write.  And worst of all, I couldn’t feel.

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anonymous asked:

I'm waiting on the good quality version of the panel before I watch. I get second hand embarrassment easily so I know I'll probably only be able to watch one. Any other impressions from the panel we haven't heard yet? Interactions Candice had with David, Brandon or Grant?

Not sure if I have anything good for you that @iriswestallens​ hasn’t already covered. Candice seemed friendly with David, Brandon and Phil (LOT showrunner behind her). My roommate (@total_silliness on Twitter) took some great photos that I eventually need to post. Lemme see if there are any good ones I can just grab right now. If you use any of them please give her credit!

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Captain America: Civil War
  • "Did you know about this?"
  • "If you do this, they will never stop being afraid of you."
  • "I can't control their fear, only my own."
  • "Can you move your seat up?"
  • "Couldn't you have done that earlier?"
  • "I hate you."
  • "Clearly retirement doesn't suit you, get tired of playing golf?"
  • "Well, I played 18, I shot 18, just can't seem to miss."
  • "First time for everything."
  • "Made you look."
  • "Anyone ever tell you you're a little paranoid?"
  • "I know you're nervous and you have every right to be, but you're lying."
  • "Do you even remember them?"
  • "I remember them all."
  • "How long are you gonna play both sides?"
  • "Are you incapable of dropping your ego for one god damn second?"
  • "I'm not the one who needs to watch their back."
  • "Are you sure about this?"
  • "I can't trust my own mind."
  • "So you like cats?"
  • "How long do you think you can save your friend from me?"
  • "Well, then... what are you doing here?"
  • "I didn't want you to be alone..."
  • "The people that shoot at you, usually wind up shooting at me."
  • "I don't do that anymore."
  • "Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive."
  • "That's smart. Good strategy."
  • "It always ends in a fight."
  • "Shit! I thought it was a water truck. My bad!"
  • "You seem a little defensive."
  • "Well, it's been a long day."
  • "Oh, you're going to have to take this to the shop!"
  • "Who's speaking?"
  • "It's your conscience. We don't talk a lot these days."
  • "Are we still friends?"
  • "That depends on how hard you hit me."
  • "Give me back my ____!"
  • "I said I would help you find him, not catch him."
  • "What's up tic-tac?"
  • "I can do this all day."
  • "Ugh...what time zone is this?"
  • "Sometimes I just want to punch you in your perfect teeth."

So I was looking at Yuri’s Anti-Hero outfit and-

Wait a second, those boots

ARE THOSE HEELS?

THEY ARE! Just look at how the shadow casts on them. You can see a gap. Oh man, Yuri. You work those heels.

Watch out Old Man, Yuri’s going to stomp you under those heels!

I’m watching Night at the Museum 2 with my sis.

Do I dare make a Snarry AU out of the Night at the Museum movies or naw? (As in just take the premise from all 3 movies and not have it specifically follow any of the movies main plots. Maybe the first movies plot. Yeah probably that, but not follow it EXACTLY)

I just started watching Naruto and I love this nerd tbh 

Coconut Oil

// In which Justin and Y/N fuck in the tour bus bathroom //

*Warning Mature Content*

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“Justin!” I pounded on the door of the bathroom. There was no response from the other side of the door as the shower kept running. My phone buzzed again, indicating another text from Scooter was delivered to my phone. After informing him about the situation as hand, I popped other the bathroom door and leaned my head in so Justin could hear me properly.

“Justin!” I called him name again.

“What!?” He asked quickly, sounding startled and tensed the sound of my voice.

“I’m coming in to do my hair and we needed to checkout like five minutes ago,” I opened the door and looked in the partly fogged up to see my hair all kinds of fucked up.

“No, get out!” He protested quickly.

“I wouldn’t need to be in here if you didn’t take so goddamn long,” I snapped back, part my hair into a few sections to oiling my scalp and roots.

“Have you seen my coconut oil?” I looked all the bathroom which is where I knew I left it last before the concert.

“Um… yeah. I have it.. Here,” He handed me my jar of coconut through the hole he created between the shower curtain and the wall. His hands glistened in the light as he held out the jar from the shower.

“Why were you using it?” I took it out of his hand, suspiciously.

“Um…. to condition,” He stuttered out.

“Condition what?” Homeboy barely had any hair left on top of his head.

“Apparently, it will make my hair grow faster. Any other other questions, detective?” He snapped at me. I did have more questions but the ringing of my phone interrupted my train of thought. I answered my phone to hear Scooter immediately going off on me.

“It’s not my fault he won’t get out the shower!” I complained.

“Tell him I’ll be fifteen more minutes,” Justin piped up.

“That’s what I told him twenty minutes ago,” I covered the speaker of the phone before telling Scooter we’d be down in five minutes and hanging up. “Get out the shower because by the time we leave here, there will barely be enough time for the tour to be set up. Just take another shower on the bus if you’re so pressed but, we need to leave now,” I told Justin the situation again as I tried to do something quick with my hair.

“Fine, I’m coming. Shit,” Justin grumbled over the water.

“Can you please get out while I get dressed?” He asked, cutting off the water.

“You have two minutes,” I told him before walking out with my hair looking decent. Looking around the hotel room, I tossed anything that Justin had laying around, into his duffle bag while I waited. I laughed at the sight of an almost full condom box in his bag that I’d definitely be teasing him about. A moment later, Justin came out the of the bathroom wearing sweats and a t shirt, buzzed hair still wet, with an apparent attitude on his face.

“What’s you issue?” I cocked my eyebrow.

“I just want enough privacy to at least take a shower in peace without getting interrupted,” he complained and took his bag out of my hand.

“Don’t catch an attitude when you knew we were in a rush from the start. You could’ve taken a shower on the bus and eaten on the drive. You’re the one who wanted to sit down for dinner then come back to the hotel,” I reminded him, matter if factly. We bickered the whole time as we walked out the hotel room and made our way to the lobby where Scooter was waiting. He rolled his eyes at us but led us out the building with security at our sides. Fans screamed and waved but we quickly made our way to the bus because there was definitely not enough time to talk.

“We should get to the next venue by 3pm. We’ll see if there’s time to stop for breakfast in the morning,” Scooter spoke before going to the staff tour bus.

“It’s about time. Were y'all fucking up there or something? Because that took way too long,” Za asked from the bus lounge we were now in, looking up from his phone.

“No,” I laughed before going over to my luggage that was sat under my bunk. “Are you going to take another shower or?” I asked Justin while grabbing some shorts and a tank top from my bag.

“There’s no point anymore,” He grumbled.

“Okay…” I looked at him, waiting for him to explain but he ignored my stare and kept tapping away at his phone. I rolled my eyes, already tired of his attitude. By the time I finished my nightly routine and came back out, all the boys were lounged out on the couches watching some scary movie on the flat screen.

“Jay, play me in 2k?” Ryan asked, setting up the play station.

“No,” Justin mumbled from the other couch.

“I’ll play you, bro,” Za got up to grab the controllers.

“I’m watching this,” Justin protested, killing the vibe. The thing was that Justin wasn’t even looking up from his phone to even view the movie.

“Fine, we’ll play in your room,” Za rolled his eyes. “Why is he so agg?” Za asked me right in front of Justin as if he was no longer there.

“I don’t know. Justin was just taking a long ass shower and got mad because we needed to leave,” I shrugged.

“Aw bro, you didn’t finish jacking your shit did you?” Khalil cooed making everyone laugh.

“Wait… is that why you had my coconut oil?” I gasped at the realization. Justin’s face heated up but he didn’t deny my accusation. “You were in the shower for like 40 minutes, had coconut oil, and still didn’t bust a nut? Tragic.” I shook my head.

“Shit, he probably over there watching porn,” Ryan laughed.

“What kind do you think?” Fredo asked.

“Definitely hentai with the fucking tentacle shit,” I suggested making everyone laugh.

“Fuck off,” Justin groaned, rubbing his face out of annoyance. We finally dropped the joke after a few more bad puns and Justin was really agitated.

Half an hour later, Za and Ryan resided in the the back bedroom playing video games, Fredo was in his bunk, Justin was still pissy on the couch, and Khalil and I were fooling around on snapchat. Not paying attention to whatever dumb movie Justin was watching, Khalil and I were laid down on the other couch and going through all the snapchat filters. Khalil was playing music, causing me to dance in my seat while we recorded with the puppy filter. Playfully twerking and grinding in my seat, I laughed as I danced to a surprisingly pleasant mash up between A Thousand Miles and Hard In Da Paint.

“Can you please put some fucking clothes on?” Justin asked me from across the tour bus as I was swirling my hips on beat.

“Excuse me?” I picked my head up from the couch I was taking selfies on. Khalil was mute as he looked between the two of us.

“You heard what I said,” Justin spoke.

“Yeah, I did and I’m confused as to why you think you can speak me any kind of way. You begged me to come see you on tour and now that I’m here you gon act pussy? Nah, nigga. You got the wrong one,” I sat up and dared him to try me again.

“Oh look! That hoe Andria from Houston calling. Got to take this,” Khalil got the fuck out of the room while Justin and I glared at each other.

“I’m going to bed,” He stated, getting up from the couch and muttering something smart under his breath. At the sound of that, I shot out of my seat and blocked the passage to the bunks.

“What was that, Bieber?” I lightly pushed him back. He glared at me as he tried to move past me again. A smile took over my face at the sight of him getting more agitated. If he was going to be in a bad mood for no reason, at least I could give him a reason to be pressed.

“Move, Y/N,” he tried to go again and I let him but snatched his phone in the process. “Give me it back,” He tone was short of patience but I didn’t care.

“Come get it from me,” I waved it in his face before holding it behind my back. He rolled his eyes in annoyance but still lunged at me.

“Baby boy, you may be stronger than me but I’m much quicker,” I dodged him and moved to the other side of the bus.

“You know what? Keep it,” He gave up and turned back to the bunks.

“Okay, I guess I’ll just see what you were so focus on,” I started to unlock his phone but I was quickly tackled to the ground. I yelped in surprise but held onto the phone as I tried to get out of his grasp. I tried to crawl away but Justin tugged me back with a grip of my ankles.

“Let me go!” I laughed, wiggling in his arms. Justin quickly tried to reach for my hand with the phone but I bit at his arm before he could get to it. A childish smile took over his face as he struggled to try to pin me down. Gaining a hold of one of my hands, Justin tugged me towards him. He hovered over me for a moment and then he was leaning down. His eyes went back and forth between my eyes and lips as he got closer. Panicking, I turned my head and pushed his torso, knocking over the balance in the arm that was supporting him.

Taking his power, I used his faulty posture to spin the situation around and pin him down. Before he could reach the phone again, I slipped it into my bra knowing he wouldn’t do anything about it. He groaned in defeat and plopped his head back onto the ground. At the sight of him taking the loss, I leaned back in his lap laughing. My laugh was cut short when I felt stirring beneath my ass and a choked out moan left Justin’s mouth. I looked down at him with surprise as his eyes clenched shut while he throbbed again.

“So this is why you’ve been so pressed with me… literally,” I pinned his hands down when before he could move me.

“Just give me my phone,” He spoke through clenched teeth.

“So you can watch porn and jerk off?” I questioned him.

“Yes, unless you’re trying to help me out,” He flipped out position easily.

“You’re kidding, right?” I quirked my eyebrow up. With Justin there was no telling whether or not he was bluffing.

“I haven’t fucked anyone in a month and I was about to kiss you less than thirty seconds ago so, no. I’m not kidding,” Justin watched the changing emotions on my face.

“Why? You have hoes in every city?” I laughed. There was no way he could be serious.

“They’re all too extra. I don’t need to start that Chantal, Yovanna type shit up again,” Justin reminded me of the last time he tried to keep up with bitches.

“They weren’t shit,” I agreed. I wanted to fight them so bad but the boys would never leave me alone with me long enough to start something up.

“I know and this just makes sense. I’m tired of jacking off and I sure as hell know you haven’t been putting out lately. How about we both let out a little steam,” He easily flipped me on my back and pinned my wrists down above my head.

“I’m not desperate like you are,” I denied, ignoring the feeling of his dick hard against my thigh.

“Fine, then give me my phone, unless you want me to get it myself,” I laid there and watched him, calculating my next move. A moment passed without me saying a thing and in response, his hands started at my waist before dragging upwards. His hand squeezed my breast once before slipping between the valley to get to his phone.

“Just this once?” I hummed into his touch.

“Just this once, maybe twice… or a few times. But before we get ahead of ourselves, we’ll have to see round one goes,” he chuckled.

“You’re so cocky,” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s hard not to me. Do you get it? because I’m hard right now,” He rolled his hips into mine so that more of him was against me.

“Shut up,” I spoke before bringing his lips down on mine. This definitely wasn’t out first time kissing but it was our first time with the intent of sex. The kiss was sloppy as we rolled around on the floor, trying to do everything at once. Our lips were locked in a heated embrace but I quickly yanked my head away when I saw Khalil coming back towards us. Catching sight of him as well, Justin quickly put me in a headlock and laid on top of me before Khalil came in.

“Tap out,” Justin called, putting more of his weight on me.

“Get off of me!” I squirmed under him but it was no use against his built body.

“Y'all are children,” Khalil shook his head at us before plugging in his phone to the charger and taking his seat again.

“Tap out and then meet me in the bathroom,” He murmured him my ear. Giving in, I quickly banged my hand against the floor so that he would get off of me.

“Well I’m going to take this victory with pride,” Justin bowed once and walked off to the bathroom. Khalil rolled his eyes before a FaceTime ringtone emitted from his phone. While Khalil was acting like a fucknigga on FaceTime, I snuck away to the bathroom.The bathroom sat between the bunk area and the back bedroom so I peaked in both areas to make shut no one was watching as I slipped into the small bathroom.

I was barely in there before Justin pulled me against the door to close it. His hands and lips were everywhere as he tried to quickly strip me out of my clothes. My shorts were on the ground in a second and his hand quickly found his way into my panties.

I let out little pants of air as Justin quickly slipped his fingers between my slit. Our movements were harsh as our lips smacked against each other’s. His hot body against mine, sent tingles of pleasure throughout my body. I was so unbelievable wet and ready for Justin with such little foreplay that, I had to push him away so that I wouldn’t faint from arousal.

“You wanna know what I was doing in the shower?” Justin asked, leaning against the glass shower wall. I nodded slowly and watched as he pulled his pants and boxers down in one go. His hard dick sprang up and hit his toned stomach making him moan.  

Justin’s eyes watched mine as he took himself into his hand. He shuddered out a pleased moan as he formed a fist around himself. I whimpered as I watched him please himself on full display for me. A shiver racked through his body as his plump lips formed an O shape around his silent moan. His eyes broke contact as his head leaned back against the glass in bliss. As though he couldn’t take anymore, he pulled his hands off himself and looked at me with smile.

“Get in here and do the rest,” He spoke lowly as he stepped into the shower, the largest part of the tiny bathroom. I said nothing as I stripped myself from my clothes and joined him. I kneeled down and gave is raging dickhead a little kiss before trailing feverish kisses up his torso and neck to his lips.

Justin quickly turned and leaned me against the shower wall. My arms wrapped around his next instantly and he pulled one of my legs around his waist and ground himself into me. I let out a loud moan when his fingers were on my most sensitive spot again, this time pushing into me with two fingers.

“Justin,” I whimpered out his name as I rocked myself against his thick fingers.

“Say my name. Tell me how wet I’m getting you,” He finger fucked me harder while his hips continued to roll against mine.

“So fucking good. Fuck me, Justin,” I leaned my head back in pleasure. My head didn’t snap back up again until he wrapped my other leg around him and held me up against the shower wall.

“How much can you take?” He asked while rubbing his cock in my wetness and pressing himself against my entrance. Just that alone had me wanting more.

“I can take it all,” I spoke, looking directly into his eyes with confidence. His eyes grew darker at my words and in half a second, he thrusted his whole length into me. A jolt of air was pushed out of my lungs at the sudden intrusion but he gave me no time to get regroup. With his hands on my ass, holding me both up and open for him, I held onto him as his thick cock moved in and out of me.

“Your pussy is a fucking gift,” He moaned, moving even faster in and out of me. I was left speechless as Justin fucked me in the way I was yearning for. His lips attached to my nipples as he rocked into me even harder than before. I arched my back in response to heavy movements, creating a new angle in which Justin his my g spot every time he moved into me. Trying hold on to something, anything, one hand scaled the shower wall and accidentally turned the water on.

I yelped at the feeling of the cool water but Justin couldn’t be bothered. He held me down on his dick with one hand and used the other to quickly rub at my clit. My legs were locked around his waist as he brought me to my peak. Unable to control anything at this point, I shook violently as my orgasm took over. My jerky movements in addition to the wet floor, led to the collapse of Justin and I. We landed on the shower floor with a thump and two loud moans being released from us.

Never disconnecting from each other, I landed even farther down on his dick then I had yet to be. Justin merely grasped unto my waist and bounced me on his cock wildly as he became even harder inside of me. The shower water heated up quickly and pounded against my back as I rode Justin to ecstasy. It all felt to hot. Like too much but not enough.

“Aye, I heard a loud noise in here you good, Justin?” Fredo asked and peaked into the bathroom. Fredo and I both paused, frozen in shock at the sight of each other through the fogged up shower door. Justin still not having a care in this world other than cumming, pulled me back down on his throbbing dick again before pulling out and flipping me over.

“Yo, what’s up, Fredo?” Za called out his question as Justin propped my ass up in the air and fucked me open doggy style. I earned two smacks to my ass before Justin fucked me harder than before, even though I had only just barely made over my high. Out of it from the overstimulation and knowing I was being watched, I dropped my head and closed my eyes as I took it from the back.

“Yooo!” I heard Khalil call. I opened my weary eyes again to see all the boys at the doorframe with wide eyes. Unbelievably turned on by knowing I’d been caught, I instantly came all over Justin’s dick yet again and my arms collapsed beneath me.

I’m not too sure exactly what all happened next but I do know that by the time I was coming to my senses again, the bathroom door was shut, the shower was turned off, and Justin was wiping cum off my back and ass with a wash rag.

“Aye, you good?” Justin asked, sounding a bit concerned at my current. I nodded peacefully, knowing I was always in a different headspace after being fucked hard. Sitting there for another moment more, I collected myself before drying off and pulling my clothes back on.

“Well that was fun, pal bro buddy friend,” I reinstated the friend zone before stepping out of the bathroom.

“Damn, Y/N,” Khalil called once he saw me.

“What’s up?” I asked, taking a seat.

“Bieber’s dick was up but you took care of that,” Ryan laughed and so dick the rest of the room.

“What are you talking about? Justin is being annoying and gross. In fact, I don’t know any Justins,” I played dumb.

“So you weren’t just riding his dick in the shower?” Za quirked up his eyebrow.

“No, that’s disgusting,” I gagged.

“So that wasn’t you we saw in the bathroom?” Fredo laughed at my denial.

“I mean I was in the bathroom but Jay was HELPING me,” I explained.

“Helping what?” Ryan awaited my answer.

“Helping her grease her scalp. Coconut oil makes everything so soft and moisturized,” Justin tossed me the little jar with a smirk on his face. The rest of the boys rolled their eyes at our lies while I sat there smug, still happy from my dick session.

anonymous asked:

Your writing is incredible - sending love and appreciation to you <3 And a prompt :)I just finished ds9 and I'm desperately need something post-canon, mb even after A Stitch in Time, when Julian is trying to go to Cardassia for some reason but gets detained on the border because of smt and has the "one call" right. And then it takes whatever direction you prefer ;) I hope you aren't too busy and you still accept prompts.

I know this was sent months ago, but thank you. <3

I’m in need of just pure happy right now. Because someone just watched Cairo Time for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. GAH. HAPPY REUNIONS PLEASE.

As a side note, I actually haven’t read A Stitch in Time yet. I have a copy. I’m just really bad at getting to books in a fast manner. The first sentence of this is the last line of the novel though, because I’m that kind of person.

This isn’t very long and I had intended on writing something horror today. I will likely fill a second prompt later.

In Person

You’re always welcome, Doctor.

Julian was sure Garak meant that. And he was also certain that there was more there than the simple “come and visit” undertones. He was so certain that he resigned his post on Deep Space Nine and made arrangements to go to Cardassia. It’s wasn’t a visit. He intended to stay. What he would do, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t even sure Garak would approve. But the novel length series of letters was more than enough to remind Julian where he truly wanted, and needed, to be.

Without reaching out to Garak for approval, Julian packed his things and took a series of shuttles to Cardassia Prime. The entire journey took forty-nine hours. Far too long, for Julian’s liking, but it was done. And he arrived on the planet in the Cardassian filled transport a little bleary but otherwise prepared for the journey that lie ahead.

Julian waited in line as the people on the shuttle were ushered through check-in one at a time. His singular bag with his various belongings was slung over his white button-up and rested against his black clothed hip. His right thumb brushed over his passage slip, over the Cardassian letters that read off the departure time, the expected landing time, the seat he was given, and how much he’d paid for it. Under it, tucked between his middle and pointer fingers, was his identification, complete with a picture and his changed employment status. He handed the slip and the ID over to the Cardassian soldier who stood poised at the entrance to the city’s central station. He assumed the transaction would go smoothly. But steeled blue eyes met his own brown ones.

“Your paperwork isn’t complete. I can’t let you through,” the Cardassian said, handing the information back. Julian blinked and reached for it, but let his hand hover over the paperwork.

“I thought all I needed was an ID and a ticket.”

“Anyone who’s not Cardassian also needs personal verification from a Cardassian citizen.”

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Goodbye, Koro-sensei…

Ansatsu Kyoushitsu Second Season Ep.24