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I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.

His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.

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I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.

His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.

Please donate if you can!!

If you can’t than please share this post so it can reach more people

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It's dishonest work and it's a lot. And nobody needs to do it

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FU to all those attendees. Love and solidarity to the resistance -Free Palestine.

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I'm sorry what the fuck did you just say ??? This has to be fake.

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if you've never engaged with a creative art on a regular basis you need to understand that it requires concerted effort to get into "the groove" to make something and every second that it takes to get into that groove causes physical pain, but the only thing worse than doing it is not doing it.

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Me, at the lake with no wifi and exactly one(1) reference of clone armor: I think Rex deserves an emotional support tooka

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I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.

His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.

Please donate if you can!!

If you can’t than please share this post so it can reach more people

[ajbwasntwriting]

I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.

His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.

Please donate if you can!!

If you can’t than please share this post so it can reach more people

[ajbwasntwriting]

I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.

His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.

Please donate if you can!!

If you can’t than please share this post so it can reach more people

[ajbwasntwriting]

I know this is a personal/fan blog but this man reached out to me despite being a stranger.

His family are trapped in Gaza. As things are becoming rapidly worse, I wanted to share his campaign here so they may have a better chance.

Please donate if you can!!

If you can’t than please share this post so it can reach more people

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Whoo hooooo! I think you would create magic as always with this prompt: the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one.

Could I request it with your choice of Tup… or post-stasis Kix… or Hunter? 🫦🥹💙

A/N: Thank you for the ask @freesia-writes! I’ve been wanting to write a fic with a meteor shower for ages, and this was the perfect opportunity. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Hunter x Reader (GN)

Rating: T, but minors DNI as always

Wordcount: 740

Warnings and tags: fluff; sensuality; pop culture in my SW fanfic (it's more likely than you think)

Summary: You and Hunter watch a meteor shower on Pabu.  

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“I’m gonna turn in,” Wrecker said. “I’ll take the kid back to the house if you two want to stay and watch the show.”

“I told her she needed to take a nap if she wanted to stay awake long enough to see the meteor shower,” Hunter laughed quietly, passing Omega’s sleeping form to his brother.

You grinned. “In her defense, if my dad had told me to take a nap when I was twelve, I definitely would have stayed awake just to spite him.”

Wrecker let out a booming laugh. “Didn’t realize you were such a rebel!”

“Ssshhhh!” you and Hunter shushed Wrecker in unison.

“Oh, right,” he whispered. “I’m headin’ out. See ya later.”

You waved goodbye at Wrecker and then flopped back down onto the blanket you’d spread on the sandy beach of Pabu, staring up at the glorious night sky. Hunter soon joined you, not quite touching you, but lying close to your side so you’d both fit on the blanket.

“You’re lucky Omega’s such a great kid,” you murmured. “I was a holy terror at her age. I couldn’t even stand myself; I don’t know how my parents survived.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he chuckled. “The proper schoolteacher of Pabu?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” you replied. “I was a teenage dirtbag.”

“Is that why all the kids love you?”

“They sense a kindred spirit under my respectable facade,” you said with a giggle.

Hunter huffed a quiet laugh, and the two of you lapsed into silence as you watched the sky. It was a dark, moonless night, and for once, the sky was entirely free of clouds—a perfect night for stargazing. You could see the entire galaxy stretched out above you, the stars shining brightly enough that they reflected as pinpricks of light on the tranquil ocean.

“Look there,” he said, pointing to a section of the sky close to the horizon. “It’s gonna be a good one.”

Sure enough, a brilliant streak of light soon shot low across the darkness, its flash bright enough to illuminate the beach faintly. As it burned out, you turned your head to stare at Hunter.

“How do you do that?” you asked softly.

“I can hear them,” he replied.

He lay on his back, his eyes fixed on the sky, and you took a moment to watch his face in the starlight. “That’s amazing.”

It was difficult to tell in the darkness, but you thought he smiled. “There’ll be another over there.”

He pointed across your body to a section of sky far to your left. He propped himself up on one elbow so he could see over you, and you turned to the sector he pointed out just in time to catch the vivid burst of light. The meteor split in two as it hit the atmosphere, putting on a dazzling show, and you could hear the distant sizzling as it burnt itself out.

“Even I could hear that one!” you exclaimed, turning to Hunter in excitement.

He was much closer to you than he had been when he was lying on his back, and you caught your breath when you realized that your faces were almost touching. Your pulse began to race, and you silently willed yourself to calm down, knowing that Hunter would be able to hear your body’s reaction to him.

Another meteor shot directly overhead, its bright light illuminating his face, and you realized he was staring at your lips. On impulse, you reached up and kissed him. It was quick and light—barely a peck—and by the time it was over, the beach had plunged back into darkness, leaving you uncertain about his response.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “Was that—”

He cut off your question abruptly, his lips crashing into yours in a passionate, urgent kiss. His hand dropped to your waist, rolling your body against his as his tongue grazed your lips softly, sliding into your mouth. The moment he tasted you, he let out a short, desperate sound, almost a growl, as his hand slid possessively up your back. Overhead, a spectacular meteor burst into the atmosphere, its flash so intense that you could see the illumination even though your eyes were closed. You opened them just in time to see the light trail die out.

As your lips parted from Hunter’s, you whispered, “We missed that one.”

He kissed you again, softly. “I prefer the view down here.”

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Okay, Stranger

I just started working on a little male!Reader x Arthur Morgan fic on my lunchbreak. 

Wondering if anybody out there would want a bit of NOT S.F.W. male!Reader x Arthur?

Here’s what I’ve got so far:’

The man sitting next to you at the bar looked like he had taken a bath in mud, and he smelled like he had taken a bath in a horse’s watering trough. Up one side of his lean face was a smear of something that looked suspiciously like shit. His hair was disheveled and his leather gambler’s hat, which had its own stool at the bar, was spattered with greenish brown flecks that you were certain you didn’t want to know the identity of.

All of that aside, he was absolutely your type. He knew it too, the way he side-eyed you. It made you nervous, him knowing that you wanted something so forbidden. You felt a streak of anger at the thought, knowing that coming right out with it would get you shot or hung. Decided, you turned to him.

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The Comfort of Your Arms

Summary: When Tech wakes from a nightmare, Phee is there with open arms to comfort him.

Word count: 948

Warnings: Depictions of injury and interrogation (Tech is not having a good time of it). Hemlock being... well, Hemlock.

A/N: Since this has some depictions of interrogation right from the start, I'm putting it all under a read more.

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He couldn’t see anything. Darkness blanketed him like a shroud. Everywhere he looked held the same inky isolation, but he sensed eyes watching him, analysing his fear. He attempted to wrench his arm free from his restraints, but an abrupt jolt halted his endeavour. He pulled again and urged his muscles to work harder.

“Do not trouble yourself, Tech,” a slow, menacing voice told him. “You won’t be getting out of your cuffs. We’ve made sure of that.”

Clenching his teeth, he repeated the motion, straining his arms then his legs until, with a strangled cry, he thrashed against the chilly metal beneath him. A rapid stab to the side of his neck put an end to his frantic movements. 

“I told you what would happen if you did not cooperate,” Doctor Hemlock said as he stepped from the shadows, a holo-transmitter in his upturned palm. “And yet you went against what I asked of you. Chose to be stubborn. You gave me no choice.” The silver disc flickered and images glimmered in the vivid light. Stormtroopers marched. Shots were fired. Siblings fell. Life blinked out, one after the other. Hunter. Wrecker. Crosshair and Echo. Little Omega. Phee. 

Tech squeezed his eyes shut and recoiled. “You did nothing to them,” he growled. “I do not believe you.” He was brutally wrenched back to reality when Hemlock snatched hold of his chin and held his face towards the footage. 

“Whether you believe it or not is of no concern to me, because I know you sense their loss. All of this is real.” The doctor stooped low, studying the scars on his exposed arms and poking at the lacerations and bruises on his collar. “You failed them. You did this.”

Unsteady breaths shivered within Tech’s chest as he kept Hemlock’s icy fingers and cruel prods from reaching the part of his mind that remained intact. 

“They are dead because of you. If you’d have cooperated, they would be safe.” Hemlock tutted and lifted himself up, hands clasped behind his waist. “I consider it a great shame you choose to go against the Empire. Your intellect would have been appreciated here.” 

The doctor’s clicking footsteps trailed into the darkness and Tech’s ribcage heaved. Droplets trickled and stung the open cuts on his cheeks. His body felt hollow. They were gone. And there was nothing in the galaxy that would bring them back. 

He balled his hands into fists and grappled to move his limbs, but the solution circulating his system him held him aggravatingly still. Frenzy and fury igniting in his veins, he opened his mouth and screamed. 

Tech’s eyes shot open. The crisp air sweeping through the window washed over his sweat-soaked face and cooled his clammy skin, soothing him with the smell of seaweed and sapphire blossom. For a moment, he couldn’t move, half in his dream and half stirring from the terror. He wriggled once he could shift and shuffled onto his side. 

Phee propped herself up on her elbows and squinted at the faint morning glow. “Tech? Are you okay?” she asked within a yawn. “You cold? I can shut the window.” 

His hold on the bedsheets loosened. Reminding himself of where he was, his eyes stopped frantically darting around the bedroom and settled on the woman beside him, his lashes damp with tears. 

“Another nightmare?” Phee said, coaxing him into her embrace. He nodded against her shoulder. “You’re awake. It’s okay.” 

Tech clung to her as though she contained all his oxygen, breathing in the remnants of her perfume and relaxing into her soft touches. “You’re here?” he whispered.  

“I’m here,” she promised. 

“You were all gone. My brothers. Omega. You. He… he took all of you.” 

“Hush now, I’ve got you.” Little by little, the trembles subsided and steady sniffles sounded from the curled bundle in her arms. She handed him some tissues and lightly dabbed at the wet streaks sliding onto his chin. Golden brown eyes searched hers and she pressed a kiss to his forehead, carefully helping him to sit up. “Wait here. I won’t be long.” 

Resting against the headboard as Phee padded out of the room, Tech filled his lungs and exhaled a shaky breath. He drew in another, and another, until the pounding of his heart calmed and the sweat on his palms began to dry. He dragged his fingertips along his neck, searching for the bump of an injection site, but all he found was unshaved stubble. 

Phee returned with tip-toed steps and passed over a glass of water, climbing back into bed. “Your brothers are fast asleep. Omega is curled up with Wrecker, though how she can sleep next to him when he’s snoring like a speeder engine is beyond me.” She kept an eye on Tech as he sipped on the cold drink, and the tension in his shoulders slowly melted. “I counted them. Twice. They’re all there, sleeping soundly.” 

“Thank you,” he murmured, setting the almost empty glass on the cabinet and nestling into her side. A smile of relief tugged at his lips when she encompassed him in her comforting arms again. “This is an illogical reaction and I apologise for waking you.”

“Don’t apologise,” Phee said softly. “Tech, you have been through a harrowing ordeal, and your nightmares, your fears, are perfectly natural responses to that. I only wish I had the power to wipe it all away.” She wove her fingers into his hair and caressed the pressure from his temples. “But I will be here for all the bad nights and the good, and the nights in between. That awful place is behind you. You’re with your family now. You’re home.”