People are way too mean to Jake Sisko about his outfits :(( his fuckass outfits are one of the best parts of the whole show. Seeing non starfleet federation citizens. Seeing futuristic fashion. Having fun with colours and patterns. Seeing his fashion sense change from a child to an adult. He has more fashion sense than any of the muted militarised “something you could find in abercrombie and fitch” ass outfits of modern trek shows. Where is your zest for life, where is your idealism? Only Quark has more drip.
Hey, hello, hi, if I could just squirm in here and-
Ah, thank you, yes, I have something to add about Jake Sisko’s outfits, especially as he grew older in the series, and why it was actually really beautiful and meaningful in context of the time it was airing.
ao3 is crazy because you’ll read the most gut-wrenching 200k word slowburn that leaves you sobbing into your sweater at four in the morning and the author will be applejacksmonstercock
later you find out that applecock is like a) the nicest lady in the world, b) in her late fifties and c) is a well respected senior member of a career you didn’t know existed like head mop taxonomist or chief piano refurbishment factor or secretary of racehorses and suddenly a few of the comments in the longest orgy scene are even funnier.
Hermione curses under her breath as she tightly threads the knots of a French braid through her hair. Of course, since she’s on call, the moment she let her guard and her hair down was the moment the call would come.
She cinches her boots up in the same way, her fingers threading the laces with practiced speed and annoyed intensity. She straps on the scabbard of her shortsword, at least she knows it’s cleaned and sharpened. She always keeps her weapons ready.
She stops in the hall mirror to straighten her tie and black lapels, then swings her scarlet robe over her shoulders. She doesn’t need to look good, she thinks as she buttons the robe, but she does. She used to think bright red looked too severe on her. Now she quite likes it.
I’m crying because when my dad was eighteen he was going to join the airforce and then the night before he had a dream that Jesus slapped him in the face with a gigantic fish and asked him what he was doing and he woke up and thought, “Jesus is right what am I doing?” And that’s why my dad did not join the military.
I was gunna put this in the tags but it’s a lot. When i first started going through the process of getting a diagnosis, i was labelled with ODD. I immediately took issue with this, it seemed like an unfair diagnosis based entirely on the session the psychiatrist had with my parents (which mostly consisted of “my child is being really difficult on purpose”), and Hoo Boy when i tell you ODD immediately strips you of your ability to call out anyone on anything, that would be an understatement. I couldn’t even disagree or bring up my concerns about the validity of MY OWN DIAGNOSIS without it being labelled as oppositional defiance. Whenever i displayed any negative emotion the “treatments” did so much more harm than good. When you label someone as ‘defiant’ (ugh), when that word is put on their medical record, that person is never allowed to complain about anything again. Knowing that POC are disproportionately affected with this diagnosis makes me feel sick, i can only imagine what’s being swept under the rug as someone just being “defiant to authority”, not even just in the medical field but as justification for police brutality and mass incarceration. When i say medical racism kills people, this is what i mean.
I hate ODD as a diagnosis frankly. I’ve never heard of a case where a kid is just Like That, there’s always some kind of trauma at the root of it, and not recognizing that is entirely dehumanizing.
