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quick update!

lucid dreams tag list:  @itsyellow​​ @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching​ @fandom-blackhole​ @marvelunistudent @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13@ina-lotta @stargazingcarol

I know I haven’t updated Lucid Dreams in a while! I don’t really have a good reason for it, but I’ve recently gone back to school and it has been totally hectic. For some context, I am in Year 10, this year’s vital to me because I intend to take it more seriously than the previous academic year.  Hopefully,  I’ll be able to post part two this weekend. Don’t fret! I have already written some of part 2 and 3. I, honestly, don’t have much for both parts but I thought it would be better for you guys to know what’s happened to the story. If you want to chip-in some ideas for the next chapters, I would gladly hear your ideas!

#mori talks #mori’s daily bullshit #mori does life

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Chadwick Boseman’s MCU Colleagues on the ABC News Special Tribute

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my page is pro black as fuck, pro gay as fuck, pro-hoe, pro sex work, and pro-choice! if you’re fatphobic, transphobic, or all lives matter, UNFOLLOW ME.

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I started school today. It sucks so much!!!

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4 Important Things About This Picture:

1- Sebastian

Last week was Ben Barnes' birthday and i said same thing about him too:

"I don't know how but they don't get old."

Really. Just look at him. He's looks like when he played Bucky for the first time. Nothing has changed. He is even looking better now. I don't know how they can do this maybe they really found super soldier serum-

2- Dog Tags

Do i need to explain? We all love Bucky's dog tags. And finally we can see more.

3- Army Tent

Look at the background. It's green. It's A R M Y T E N T. ARMY.TENT. When I first saw it, I thought it was about a misson or a soldier friend but thEN.

BUT THEN. I UNDERSTAND. THIS MEANS-

4- G O D D A M N F L A S H B A C K S C E N E S

Flashback scenes

WE WILL SEE FLASHBACK SCENES. OH GOD HELP US. WE WILL SEE BUCKY FLASHBACK SCENES. OLD TIMES. ARMY TIMES. SERGEANT JAMES BUCKY BARNES TIMES.

OH GOD MAYBE WE CAN SEE STEVE-NO NO NO WE CAN SEE HOWLING COMMANDOS. PLEASE. PLEASE I WANT THEM SO MUCH.-AND OH GOD THERE WILL BE SO MUCH PAIN AND TEARS GUYS- WE WILL SEE GODDAMNS BUCKY FLASHBACK SCENES.

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let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

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oh to wear a knife strapped against my thigh beneath a silk dress

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I support you ‘till the whole world crumbles

Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.

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hi! Can i be tagged in lucid dreams? 💛

of course luvs! apologies for replying late to this and thank you 💕💕

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lucid dreams | part one

Obi-Wan Kenobi X Reader [Soulmate AU]

synopsis: Dreaming has become a meeting place for two people destined for each other. They say you see everything related to your soulmate in your dreams, including your soulmate. Surely meeting someone you’re destined to be with wouldn’t be difficult, right? Wrong. For you, it’s impossible. Sometimes you think your dreams are mere compensations for not having a soulmate.

warnings for this chapter: mild swearing

word count: 1,153

He has a unique and, admittedly, odd name: Obi-Wan Kenobi. Charming with his auburn hair, neatly pushed to one side, eyes resembling a clear blue sky on a summer day, his accent thick and melodious, and a well groomed beard—not too long, but not short enough to be a stubble—he looked attractive under the dimly lit void of dreamland. He captivated you with every bit of his presence ever since the first time you talked. 

You wish to learn more about this man. Usually, you’d work day and night for some commissions which meant, no sleep; sometimes, it’s him who doesn’t show up. It was conflict on schedule and you knew little of him. Coruscant was one thing, he said he lived there. Did you believe him? No. You looked it up right away when you woke; no place or planet like that ever existed. And you swore to talk to him about it, but the time never came. 

You hoped for tonight to be different. You covered up you paints, cleaned your brushes, and left your studio downstairs to go up to your room. Vincent was already sleeping in the new bed you bought for him. Crawling in yours, with your tired eyes and aching back from your awful desk set up, you sank in the soft mattress and drifted off to sleep. 

The void was filling up, but you pay no attention to it. He was there and, as per usual, keeping safe distance from you. “Obi-Wan.” You greeted him, walking closer to the man. “Hello, y/n.” He smiled. “We haven’t talked in a while.” You said sheepishly. “You’ve been busy.” “I’m sure you have as well.” You notice the floating window again, Coruscant. “Tell me more about where you come from.”  “I’m from Stewjon. I do not remember much about my home, I was taken away at a very young age.” He explained. “No, I meant Coruscant. I think you’re lying to me.” You accused, “Why would I lie about any of that?” “Because it doesn’t exist! I’m sure the same goes for ‘Stewjon.’” You emphasized on the name. “Your planet does not exist. You’re telling me you live a non-existent planet, Obi-Wan. No human can live in another planet.” “I assure you, many of us are in different planets.” He said, crossing his arms. “Your archives must be incomplete.” You roll your eyes at him. “How am I supposed to get to know you, if you won’t even tell me where you’re truly from?” You raised a brow at the man. “I’m not lying to you about Coruscant or Stewjon, yet you refuse to believe me.” He said. “I suggest we talk about what we’re seeing.” So, he’s a negotiator. You thought, proceeding to ask him what he sees. “I see you’re well acquainted with art.” He said, walking around the void, admiring things you cannot see. “It’s my job. You like to read?” You asked, remembering the floating books. “I do,” Obi-Wan smiled. “I see you do too. And... you live in an awfully crowded city.” He scrunched his nose. “That’s New York.” You sighed. “I read on my free time or when I need to spark up an inspiration for an art piece.” “You must be very talented.” He replied. “Thank you. Do you like Sci-Fi?”  “What’s that?” He turned his attention, from whatever it is he was looking at, to you. “Well, I keep seeing laser swords and spaceships.” You picked one up, examining the object that held no weight. “You probably can’t see it, but I’m holding one right now. It’s fascinating.” An amazed laugh escaped your lips. Obi-Wan couldn’t see what you were holding, but he could see the blue light illuminating your face. “It’s called a lightsaber.” He said nonchalantly. “You should be careful, it’s a dangerous weapon to yield, not to mention it’s weight.”

“It’s light as a feather.” You said. “You can’t feel anything physical here in Dreamland.” Obi-Wan’s lips formed into an ‘o.’ “Yeah, it’s cool right? My parents told me about it. Their dreams were always my favorite bedtime story.”

You and Obi-Wan wandered around the void, naming all the things you see and providing each other with information. He asked you if you liked animals when he saw Vincent’s collar. You asked him if he made robots or owned any, because you saw a golden human-like robot and a robot with blue details. “That’s C-3PO and R2.” He said. “Do you own them?” You asked him. “No, a good friend of mine does.”  “I really think you like Sci-Fi.” You chuckled. “And I still have no idea what you’re talking about, darling.” You blushed at the pet name, quickly dusting it off with a question, “Are you, perhaps, an astronaut?” This caught his attention, turning his head to you, a confused look in his face, “Definitely not. I’m completely human.”  “Very funny, Kenobi. I meant to ask about your career.” But before Obi-Wan could say anything, a vortex pulls you in.

Darkness. That only meant that your time was over. A few hours came and when the rays of sunshine hit your eyes, you reached for your journal without hesitation. You list down everything that happened in your dream. “He doesn’t like Sci-Fi.” You chuckled lowly, shaking your head. Looking at the gray cat bed in the corner of your room, you notice Vincent still asleep. Good. You smiled. At least you could finish something this morning without any distractions. Or so you thought.  Your mind was filled with images of him. You thought of his perfectly swooped hair, dreamy eyes, and charming personality. Your cheek heats up upon realization. Before you knew it, your hand scribbled a picture of him on the paper in front of you. A rough sketch of your soulmate. You wondered if it was worth showing your friend. You put the sketch aside and worked on rough ideas for a commission. But your mind couldn’t let go of this man.  You managed to finish a few pieces by noon, just the right time for lunch. Walking to the small kitchen, you opened your magnet-filed fridge and grabbed your leftovers from last night, you also grabbed a can of cat food from the cupboard under the sink. You hear the bell on your cat’s collar ringing. You smile as you see Vincent descend from the stairs upon hearing you pull on the can’s tab. “Here you go, buddy.” You dump the cat food in his blue food bowl and pet his head. You heat up the leftovers in the microwave. Heading to your desk in the studio, you look for the sketch of Obi-Wan and snapped a picture of it, smiling while sending it to your friend. 

Your phone chimed from a notification: Is that him? Another chime: He’s muy bueno ;) I’d tap that You replied with: “Please stop being weird”  Tell. Me. Everything!

here’s the new update for lucid dreams! i hope you guys liked it. -mori <33

tag list:  @itsyellow​​ @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching​ @fandom-blackhole​ @marvelunistudent @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 @ina-lotta @stargazingcarol

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan fluff #star wars #star wars imagine #obi wan imagine

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OH MY GOD SHE’S SO MAJESTIC 

MARGOT ROBBIE AS HARLEY QUINN | SUICIDE SQUAD (2016)

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we’re all beautiful, don’t let anyone fuck with that

What the fuck I'm B🌌E 🌌A🌌U🌌T🌌I🌌F🌌U🌌L

And you're B 🌌E 🌌A 🌌🌌U 🌌T 🌌I 🌌F 🌌U 🌌L TOO

Just want everyone to know that

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MASTERLIST

started: 23/08/2020

last updated: 25/08/2020

total works: 2

⚡️ means oneshot |  🌞 means series

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes: ⚡️ This Is Me Trying

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

⚡️  A Thousand Droids 🌞 Lucid Dreams

#masterlist #mori's masterlist

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this is me trying | bucky barnes x reader

summary: you decide to fix yourself for your own good, for bucky, and for the sake of your relationship.

warnings: alcoholism

content: slight angst, bucky being a soft boyfriend, forehead kisses brought to you by bucky.

word count: 1,127 

a/n: was listening to the follklore album and an idea popped up and forced me to write this, so i guess you can say that this is inspired by taylor swift’s song. i dont really want to call this an AU, but the avengers still exist in this story and they all live in the compound. hope you like it! (not my gif)            - mori <3

No more alcohol. That’s what you told yourself when you started officially dating Bucky one month ago. Yet, here you are again for the fifth time this month, getting yourself intoxicated and seeking refuge on the six shots of vodka in front of you. Today was a bad day, a horrible day. You got fired and you proudly say this to the bartender while slurring on your words. In your drunken state, you twisted your stool and faced the few people in the bar. “All drinks on me!” You yelled. This was followed by the people cheering. 

A couple bad decisions later, you are officially wasted. Wasted to the point that the bartender had to use your phone and call your emergency contact, Bucky. “Ma’am, we’re closing,” the waiter nudged your dizzy figure. “I contacted your boyfriend, he’ll be over in a few minutes.” “Bucky!” You hiccuped, “Oh no!! You called Bucky?” At this point, you were grabbing the waiter’s shirt. “Mister, waiter-man, sir.” You giggled. You were so drunk, you couldn’t think properly, you just burst into a fit of giggles. 

A car pulled up outside the bar and you see the blurry figure of your boyfriend enter. “Hey, doll.” He said, metal hand gently rubbing your back. He looks at the waiter and the bartender, giving them both an apologetic smile. “We’re really sorry about all this.” Bucky was going to ask how much you drank, but given your current situation, he knew the answer already. Instead he asks how much was in your tab. The bartender and a couple waiters were staring at the both of you, mainly you. One of them gave Bucky a sad, almost disappointed look. “She offered to pay for everyone’s drinks.” The waiter, whose name was John, said. Bucky nods at him, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He takes out the credit card from his wallet and pays your tab.

He walks you to the car, Steve in the driver’s seat. He joins your passed out figure in the backseat of the car, soothing your head, making sure that you’re comfortable. Steve drove back to the compound and helps Bucky bring you to his room, with your arms clinging onto their shoulders you were too drunk to walk. 

Bucky gently laid you on his soft bed and left to get you a change of clothes. He did the honors of cleaning you up and changing you. It was a big relief for him that you did not puke at all, at least not yet. You, still dizzy and tired, squint your eyes at the person in front of you. “Bucky.” You croaked, and he hugs you tightly. “It’s me, doll. You’re okay, go back to sleep.”  “Bucky, I’m sorry.” Eyes swelling with tears of shame threatening to escape, and they did. Bucky wipes them away, shushing your exhausted figure. “Get some rest, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You woke up and felt Bucky’s warmth around you. You wanted to snuggle him closer, but the aftermaths of last night’s agenda was thumping in your head. You needed an aspirin. Carefully, without waking Bucky, you escaped from his arms to look for some aspirin and a glass of water. You walk inside his bathroom and faced the mirror above the sink. You were a mess. Dark circles around your eyes, you head aching, you mouth dry as a desert. You open the mirror cabinet to look for any kind of painkillers, but to no avail. You left the room.

“Aspirin or ibuprofen?” Natasha said, standing behind you with a box of both. You pop one out, putting it between your teeth and drinking the glass of water you had in your hand. “He was really worried about you last night.”  “I can’t keep doing this to him, Nat.” You shake your head at the redhead, walking back to Bucky’s room. “Whatever you’re thinking, I hope one of them isn’t about leaving him.” She says before you turn the corner.

You find him still sound asleep in his bed, the sun caressing his peaceful figure. You look for your clothes and find that they were folded neatly on a drawer near the door. Taking them, along with the shoes you wore last night, you went in his bathroom to change out of his clothes. Once you got out of the bathroom, you gave him a gentle kiss on his temple. “Gotta go, Bucky. I love you.” 

Later that afternoon, you received a call from Bucky. “Hello?” His voice slightly muffled by the buzzing noise of the taxi you’re in. You don’t answer, but he continued anyway. “I woke up and... and you weren’t there. Are you going somewhere?” Yes. Guilt was eating you alive. You plan to escape your drinking problem—problem you brought upon yourself—by leaving someone who is willing to help you out. You still don’t answer him. “If you’re worried about last night, I promise you it’s fine.” But it’s not fine. “And... if you don’t want to talk right now, that’s alright. I’m– I just want you to be okay.” You wanted to say something, you wanted to reassure him and tell him that you’re okay, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. The only words you breathed out were: “I’ll be back. I love you.” It was low like a whisper, but sad like a goodbye. “I love you.” He replied, hurt evident in his voice. You quickly ended the call, tears blurring your vision.

And you did. There you were, in the compound’s lounge after four months of rehab, looking and feeling much better than you used to be. “You,” Tony started, pointing a pen at your direction. “Cannot— and I’m saying this because of the trouble you brought us all— you can’t leave like that.” You laugh. “While it was for the best, you could’ve spared us the trouble of taking care of Frosty.” “Right, Tony, as if you had to drag him to the bath.” Steve retorts. “I’m really sorry, guys.” You said. “Don’t be. They’re just grown men being whiny babies.” Nat smiled.

Bucky enters the room, his eyes darted straight to your figure, unsure if you were really there. They stopped speaking and you turn you attention to where they were staring. He walked in long strides, reaching for you, eventually capturing you in his arms. “You’re here.” He said. He held you tighter, afraid that if he let go, you’d leave again. “I’m sorry.” You said, wiping the tears falling on his cheeks. He didn’t even notice. You felt the coldness and warmth of both his hands, cupping your face. “You’re never leaving me again.” He kissed the top of your head, holding you in his arms. 

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky angst #bucky barnes #marvel imagines #avengers

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ehihihi i love this so frikin much 🥺💕✨

“Why aren’t you with her?” + obi wan x reader? Thankssss

a/n: i decided to combine these two requests because they are very similar and i would hate to make two identical fics!! i’m so sorry if you wanted your own, but this was helpful for me!

obi tags; @softmaul @outofdaylight @rosionis @karasong @aty-cgca7 @katans @saintlaurentkenobi @acnini @cinnamonrollsofthestars @whatsasetitoff @dressed-up-heartbreak @naptillidie @fantasticchaoticwho @thebackoftheshed @kaminobiwan @betteddaviseyes @kairosclerosis @crochetenthusiast @beskars @videogamesandpoorlifechoices @dartheldur @hello-love06

– uncontrollable feelings

the coruscanti sun had made its way across the sky, sinking below the horizon and drowning the atmosphere in a warm collection of salmon, lilac, and aurelian colors. as quick as the sunset started, it disappeared– ebony darkness taking over and submerging your room into a cold and morbid tenebrosity.

it has been hours since obi-wan last saw you.

he remembers very vividly the way you turned, practically stomping your feet as you scurried away from your conversation with the duchess satine. he was almost quite positive it didn’t go well– he knew how your views vastly differed from hers.

now here he is, rocking back and forth from his toes to the ball of his feet. nerves are bundled up in his stomach and he releases a slow exhale– he doesn’t even know why he feels like this. he knocks after a moment of calming himself, but opens the door even if there isn’t an answer.

the air inside your quarters is heavy– filled with wisps of sadness and whispers of anger.

“obi-wan.”

he can’t help but feel the tension that suddenly spikes up when you speak his name after noticing his presence– it no longer has the same soft and warm connotation it usually has. instead, it’s empty and dull.

he takes notice that you don’t even use an endearing nickname for him.

with a shaky exhale, you ask meekly, “what are you doing here?”

his heart strings tug and he moves forward cautiously, stopping when he reaches the foot of the bed. now closer, he can see the small wet patches of what he presumed to be fears and he can see the faint tremble of your figure.

“why wouldn’t i be here?” his tone is smooth and quiet– afraid that if he spoke any louder, you would explode with a mute but immense wave of raw emotion.

“your duchess,” you respond quickly, your head turning to peer over your shoulder and shoot the jedi a hard glare. he opens his mouth, but you beat him to the chase, “is rather keen about your presence. why aren’t you with her?”

after your statement, the dots click rather quickly and he knows exactly what’s wrong.

“you’re jealous?” obi-wan’s question is followed by boisterous laughter, one that he can’t really hold in and that forces him to double over, clutching his stomach– his face is borderline pink and he’s covering his mouth in attempt to stifle his outbreak when his eyes observe your upset features.

“and now you’re laughing at me,” you say, a breathless and faux chuckle spilling from your lips. you shake your head and angrily wipe away your tears, sniffling slightly. “this isn’t funny, obi-wan.”

he allows himself to catch his breath, his calloused hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. he sighs before raising it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“my stars,” he begins softly, settling beside you on the bed, “why, and this is sincerely with every fiber of my being, are you so jealous?”

you huff slightly and pull away from his touch, your arms crossing as you thought about the root of your problem.

the duchess satine.

if it wasn’t her pacifist views that are shaping mandalore for the worst or the condescending tone she used when speaking to you, it was her connection to obi-wan. her romantic connection.

he had assured you once before that he was merely a mindless padawan and he had confessed that he did love her once before. once. but now, those feelings were reserved for you and you only.

“why wouldn’t i be?” you inquire sadly, your arms untangling from each other and resting on your biceps. your hands rub your arms in self comfort. obi-wan moves closer, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close into him.

the jedi frowns and allows his free hand to stroke your hair, “my darling, if this is about satine, you have nothing to worry about–”

“you loved her first, obi, how can’t i be?” despite the disdain that was evident in how you feel, you lean into his touch. obi-wan hums softly and places a balmy kiss on the crown of your head.

“i was merely a boy, my dear. i didn’t know what i was thinking– there was only one thing on my mind, something intangible for a boy that age.” he shifts even closer and you can now feel his body against you, his jedi robes oddly but comfortably soft on your skin. “but with you, it’s different, my love.”

he pauses before continuing, “i see a future. i don’t daydream or fantasize about it, but i see it clear– almost as real as i’m seeing you now.” his hand nears yours and when he doesn’t see you retract, he holds it and pulls it to his lap. “i love you, (y/n). i would move the suns and the systems to prove it for you.”

your heart warms at his declaration and you can’t help but let out a small, ugly laugh. your unoccupied hand comes up to wipe away stray tears. you turn, a smile brightening up your features as you look him in the eye. he’s smiling too and there’s evidence of crows feet at the corner of his eyes.

you sigh longingly and lean forward, pressing a sweet and chaste kiss to his lips. you pull away and flutter your eyes open, watching the look of bliss linger on obi-wan’s freckled cheeks. his eyes finally open and he almost blushes.

“you are the love of my life, obi-wan.”

he bashfully ducks his head and shakes it gently.

“and you are mine.”