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The Witches Cyril Frankel. 1966

Ruins Bix, Henley-on-Thames, UK See in map

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[bixbythemartian]

Hello! My name is Bix, I'm a disabled writer who could use your help. I need to get the bills covered for the month. If you'd like to read my work, you can visit my master post. The stories are listed in chronological order there, so the most recent one is at the bottom of the list, but I'll put a link to it here. It's pretty good, if I say so myself.

If you're seeing this after it's posted, check the notes- I update these regularly with totals, and I'll turn off reblogs once I've reached my goal.

Thank you so much for reading this. If you want to give me a hand, just go to my ko-fi. Also, tipping is still a thing on tumblr, though it's going away soon, you can still use that as a method to get money to me. Thanks for giving me a moment of your time!

And also, thanks to everybody who helped me out last month, I got ahead on this month!

0/450

#signal boost please

[bcitisthelight]

Can I say, I’m actually really fucking impressed with how firm this show is about being complicit in injustice. Rogue One was really beautiful and striking because it was this message of “no act of good is too small to matter”. People remember the hallway scene in Rogue One because of Vader, but it actually made me cry in the theaters because every Rebel knows they’re dead, but there they are passing the plans hand to hand, through broken doors and crammed corridors, not asking for help but telling others to run.

But this show is tackling the opposite side of the same coin. It’s true, says the narrative, that no act of good is insignificant. But no act of evil is insignificant either. I really was expecting some “both sides have fine people” bullshit out of a show approved by the Disney corporation, but so far the tone isn’t pulling any apologies or excuses. There’s no such thing as a nobody, you don’t get away with cooperating with evil just because you’re a side character who will be forgotten the moment you go off the screen. Your actions have weight. The choices you make matter. You decide to fight injustice, or to enact it. That’s the bottom line. It reminds me a lot of that old thing “well what about the custodian on the Death Star”. Well, he was on the Death Star. He chose to work with and for imperials. It doesn’t matter why.

Like, every act of violence in this show comes down to a side character deciding - often for base and petty reasons - that it’s easier or better to hurt others than it is to do the right thing. Two sleezy corrupt cops shake down a guy who dared to get attention at a brothel instead of them. An officer gets a score of men killed and terrorizes a town because the Corporation Must Be Protected From Scum, and the whole time he is just dripping with his eagerness to get an atta boy for it. Timm sells out Cassian - knowing it will mean death, let’s be honest - strictly because he’s jealous that Bix cares about him. I was insanely impressed that they went with “lady decides she will be White Savior and kidnaps a boy away from his home and culture because she’s convinced she can Give Him A Better Life And Teach Him English”. The oppressors of this show are white people in positions of power, and that’s fucking intentional!!! And what do they get for their complicitness? Those two cops get murdered. The officer gets nearly all his men killed because of his thirst for blood. Timm sells out Cassian, and his thanks is being murdered in the street without a thought or second glance, and the show makes it clear that this is the consequence of dealing with evil. You don’t get to save the day when you play Devil’s Advocate. They do not care for you. They will not make your life better. You will not be squashed by the oppressors boot any slower just because you lick it clean before hand. I’m obsessed with that. It’s gutsy as hell, and I’m so interested to see how far they really take it.

#I’m just really impressed tbh #i am cautiously optimistic about this show #tony gilroy really said ACAB with his whole chest #and you know what good for him #andor spoilers #andor series #cassian andor #andor

[rubixisanidi0t]

Oh! Hey! Hm..you look scared..don't worry! I'm not a monster! Even my intro says not!

Name: Rubix!

Last Name: Lumen!

Nickname: "Seph"

Full Name: Rubix "Seph" Lumen

Nicknames:

Joseph - Besties and Mutuals only!!

Seph - Everyone can call me so!

Rubix - Everyone can call me so!

Meowbix - only @theoneandonlysalt can!

Bix - Roleplay name only!!

Roomie - only @mochablogger can!

Neobix - No.

Slush - everyone can call me so!

Galbix - Not until Rubix's next update (where we FINALLY get some imagination DLC)

Partner: N/A

The Rubix's:

@demonslay3r3 (rubix)

@rubixisanidi0t (me)

@bezelissostupid (Bezel!)

I'm a minor , so let's keep it neutral.

Wattpad: RubixDoubtsAlot

Roblox: Rubixxasapei99

YouTube: linked at bottom of intro!

Here's the catch:

No Nsfw , Pedos , Xenos , and Racists.

I approve of all races.

Fandoms:

Sonic The Hedgehog

OSC (Object Show Community)

Among us

Garten of BANBAN (I'm completely sane btw)

Poppy Playtime

Minecraft

Roblox

Murder Drones

The Amazing Digital Circus

I will Rubix Approve your art. if not Rubix Approved, which is rare , I think you violated up my RORA (Rules of Rubix art)

____________________

My RORA:

-Any Art shall not place Rubix into any sexual state

-Any NSFW or Smut shall not be allowed (Angst? Fluff? Sure)

-Shipping Art is fine , unless you do , as rule one , place Rubix or whoever into any sexual state.

-No Art shall have Rubix Pregnant, or even Considering Pregnancy.

-Have Fun! Don't rush.

________________________

Favorite color: BLUE!

Sexuality: ???? ^-^

Race: (brown or smfh?)

Age: (Nuh Uh!)

Gender: Male!

Siblings: 2

Birthday: October 9th!

Birth year: (NOPE)

Favorite YT: Life Of Luxury

YT channel:

See? That wasn't so scary! Wasn't it?

(intro still in progress. You may now be gone from my sight/j)

[sheliesshattered]

My last post about the progress on my Batuu vest left off with me contemplating exterior pockets, looking to Bix Caleen as an example of a fitted vest in the Star Wars universe. I ended up talking myself out of any visible exterior pockets, with or without flaps, after looking at all those pictures of Bix. I've got enough other bits of visual interest going on with my outfit that I felt like exterior pockets just cluttered up the look.

Once I had decided against adding additional pockets, I was able to move on to the next step: finishing all the edges and attaching the lining to the exterior in preparation for getting the zipper in place. I turned under the armscyes of the lining and the exterior separately, both using a blue lace hem tape that I originally bought to go with this fabric back in 2016. Eventually I'll top-stitch them together with the hem tape sandwiched invisibly between the exterior and the lining, but for now they're finished enough to allow me to try the vest on without fraying the armscyes.

It took me awhile to think through all the steps for attaching the zipper, with all the asymmetry and overlapping and exterior and lining, while also not wanting the zipper to show from the outside at all. Eventually I figured out that I would need the underlap (left front) to be completely sewn together with the edges finished before I could attach the zipper to that side -- but I would need the overlap (right front) to not be sewn together yet, so that I could attach the zipper just to the lining.

With that finally figured out, I put the lining and the exterior together with right/finished sides together, lined up all the seams and notches carefully, then pinned the edges together from the left (underlap side) shoulder, down the center front of the underlap, and around the lower edge of the vest all the way around to the bottom corner of the center front on the overlapping right side of the vest.

After a lot of ironing to get all of that to lay flat when right side out, I was able to trim the center front edge of the overlap to be nice and clean and straight again. When I drafted the center front panels, I modified that right side to have an additional ~2" of width past where I wanted the zipper to be, specifically so there would be a built-in flap to cover over the zipper. Remember: no visible zippers in Star Wars!

Once I had the overlap panels of both the lining and the exterior all trued up, I marked the center front line on the lining side (in the below pic, the angled line going from lower left to upper right), laid half of the separating zipper onto the fabric so that the teeth were lined up with where the center front line met the lower edge of the vest, then measured from the outside edge of the zipper ribbon to the cut edge of the overlap panel. It was just about 7cm away from that edge, so I measured that distance all the way up (past the dashed line that marked the underbust elevation) and drew a nice crisp line with my chalk pen.

That gave me an easy line to follow when sewing the zipper to the inside/lining of the overlapping flap. Since I hadn't sewn the edge of that panel together yet, I was able to move the exterior layer out of the way and sew the zipper only to the lining, for now. I sewed one line of stitching just slightly in from the outside edge of the zipper ribbon, then did a second pass about halfway between the edge and the zipper teeth. It's on there nice and secure, but has a bit of room to separate from the fabric while it's being zipped, so it doesn't get fiddly.

After that, it was just a matter of pinning the other side of the zipper to the lower front corner of the underlap (this time on the exterior side of the fabric, where it faces the lining of the overlap), then try it on with the rest of my Batuu Bounding outfit and pin the underlap side of the zipper until I had the fit I wanted.

I sewed down that side to match the overlap panel side of the zipper, then tried everything on again to double-check the fit. It was a bit weird with the exterior of the overlap flap still unattached, but it fit well enough that I decided to sew the edges of that overlap flap from the lower corner up to the shoulder seam. The back of the neckline is still open, and the armscyes have been turned under but not attached to each other yet, so I can turn the whole thing right side out by pulling it through the back of the neck. With all that ironed and the zipper zipped up, the vest looks like this currently:

Folding back the outer edge of the overlap reveals the zipper. Because of all the overlapping and underlapping, the zipper is just top-stitched in place. It was way more mind-bending to figure out where everything needed to be placed to get this look, but way easier to actually sew on than, say, an invisible zipper set into a seam.

At this point I was able to try on the vest (with my Jyn Erso sweatshirt) and get a pretty good idea of the overall look. I still want to do a bunch of top-stitching both for accent and to help everything lay flat, but even with that I think I'm going to need something to keep the flap over the zipper from coming open.

I looked at a bunch of options for Star Wars-y looking buckles, settled on one I liked the best, then cut the basic size of them out of paper and taped five of them to the outside of the overlap just to get a basic idea of how it would look. I got Jack to weigh in on it too, and we both felt that the buckles were reducing the sleekness of the vest, and weirdly pushing it more towards an Imperial/First Order sort of look. My character isn't an out-and-out rebel, but she doesn't side with the First Order either. I pulled the taped on paper off again, and both Jack and I felt that that was the significantly better look.

But since I knew I still wanted some sort of closures to keep the flap down -- including one at the top left shoulder, that will hang open most of the time, along the lines of Han Solo's and Cassian Andor's shirts (and a bunch of others, this sort of overlap detail shows up frequently all throughout the franchise) and thus be visible where it hangs open.

I ended up finding these slightly unusual looking hooks-and-eyes that I think will provide a nice, nearly invisible look through the torso of the vest, but not look totally out of place on the flap edge that's hanging open. Bix's fitted coat has a similar closure of just barely visible, just slightly odd hooks and eyes, so I feel like I'm in good company there. They should arrive tomorrow, giving me enough time to hopefully get some of the top-stitching done before then.

That top-stitching is the next step, and one of the last things I need to do for this vest project. I want to top-stitch just inside all the finished edges, including the armscyes, and on each side of each of the seams, probably 2-3mm away from the edge and the seamline. That's going to involve getting everything lined up correctly and all the seam allowances lying flat inside the space between the exterior and the lining, but I think the effect will be totally worth it, both for the smoother fit and the subtle visual interest.

After that, I'll have some handsewing to do to invisibly anchor the zipper to the exterior of the overlap panel and to attach the hooks and eyes, once they arrive. The very last thing I'll do on this project is decide if I want a little stand-up half collar that ends somewhere on top of the shoulder, a bit like the one on Jyn Erso's vest.

I'm pretty sure I want a collar like that, the question is just if I need to lower the neckline in the back first, and then how far forward on the shoulder I should bring the collar. Once I've decided on that, I'll cut it out in two layers, lining and exterior, and sew the outside edges together. Then I'll be able to sew the lower edge of the exterior to the back of the neckline, and hand-sew the lining lower edge to fully encase all the raw edges. I did something similar with the Moment vest, and it comes together pretty quickly. I think I should be able to have the vest completely done by this time next week without much trouble. Hopefully.

Alongside working on my vest, I've been continuing to hand-sew the pleated panels onto Jack's jacket. In the tags on my last sewing update, I mentioned that I had about 5" still to go on the first panel. I was in the really annoying section in the middle of the sleeve where I really had to put my whole arm into the sleeve just to pass the needle through, and it was slow-going. I had to make myself push through that annoying section, rather than continue to put it off.

Eventually I worked my way all the way down to the cuff, cut off the excess from the pleated panel, turn under the edges of the lowest pleat, and hand-sew that into place. I am so pleased with how it turned out, but to keep Jack from making jokes about only having one sleeve done (and so that I wouldn't find myself with time to hand-sew and nothing ready to sew), I quickly pushed on to getting the second pleated strip started. I took a bunch of measurements from the finished sleeve and transferred them to the second sleeve, pinned the pleated panel into place, and had Jack try it on just to double-check the placement.

I was able to tear through the upper section of that second panel, between my increased speed and confidence in my method of hand-sewing this, the easy access through the neck side of the jacket, and a couple of long-ass work meetings where I was basically just there to listen in and take notes every now and then. As of posting this, I'm about halfway through with the second panel, and starting to get into that annoying section of the sleeve again.

The effect of the pleated panels on both sleeves is just so cool that I will definitely be getting photos of the jacket on Jack at some point, either on our Disneyland day or during a try-on before that. He's somewhat allergic to photos, but damn it I'm proud of how this looks, and I want to show it off. I've been calling it a 'sewist flex' from the very beginning -- look at what I can do, look at how cool and Star Wars-y it is -- and I'm really looking forward to sending this beauty out into the world in all its epicness.

And I think Jack feels similarly, based on how he's been talking about wearing this jacket all the time once it's done. His whole outfit together (this jacket, cream colored henley shirt with the buttons and bottonholes removed, mustard-y tan moto jeans, hiking boots) looks wonderfully casual Batuu Bound. The effect of the whole thing is Star Wars, but none of the individual pieces feel weird or costume-y. He might not wear those pieces together for anything other than going to Batuu, but each piece paired with something else looks pretty normal. So if Jack is able to get a lot of wear out of this modified jacket, all the better. I know I'll get that burst of sewist pride every time I see him wear it, lol.

#my sewing #Batuu Bounding #Batuu vest #Jack's jacket project #2024 mood #long post #10 days to go and I'm using all my excitement to keep making progress on sewing #also I've started rewatching The Mandalorian if only as a way to take a break from all the Star Wars YouTube videos I've been watching lol #there are still a couple of other tiny details I would like to do if I get time for them. in particular: #finding a way to cover the laces of my Doc Martens and the buckle on my belt #adding a place or two for 'code cylinders' on both my outfit and Jack's (especially since we don't have any other greebles) #breaking out the needle-nose pliers to adjust the length of some earrings that look cool with my outfit but hang just a bit too low #and finally gluing down the wraps on my kyber crystal necklace so I can be confident that the crystal won't fall out at some point at DL #the necklace is really the only one that MUST be done. the rest are entirely nice-to-have but I'm hoping I'll have time #and on that note I should get back to sewing lol

[fairytail-whathesays]

laxus x bickslow hcs pleasee?

Yes, can do! Sorry it took so long to get to this one!

Laxus very much enjoys how off-the-wall and weird Bickslow is. It adds flavor to their little circle, and it offsets Freed's and Evergreen's overly-refined vibes. He likes Bickslow, weirdness and immaturity and all.

Likewise, Bickslow adores Laxus and genuinely thinks he's the coolest thing ever--while also respecting him almost the way one would a big brother. He's always felt more accepted around Laxus and by extension in Fairy Tail than anywhere else.

Having said that, Bickslow would throw it back on Laxus without hesitation if he ever gave the order. Like, it's the epitome of "we're just friends but I'd f/ck you if you asked". It is absolutely not a secret, because should anyone ask, he's completely open about how he'd plug that in, so to speak. He doesn't care because Laxus is popular and it's not exactly an uncommon reaction to him.

Bickslow has a surprisingly diverse music taste. Rap, RnB, electro, house, pop. Laxus very much enjoys sharing his music with Bickslow and seeing what makes him tick.

Dating Bickslow is the equivalent of eating a scorpion pop in front of someone, for Laxus. Bickslow is off-putting and creepy and he's that way on purpose, so many people treat him as unsettling and undesirable. They'll just be thinking "wow, he's so creepy, I can't believe that Laxus guy hangs out with him..." when Laxus walks up, says "hey babe" and kisses him on the mouth.

"Babe" and "bro" are interchangeable, but only at first when the relationship is new. Bickslow loves being called "babe", it powers him up, and if "bro" ever gets used to address him, Laxus is usually annoyed about something he did.

Bickslow is over 6 feet tall and should not be climbing on anyone, but Laxus is also over 6 feet tall and has an extremely climb-able body. Bix loves draping himself over Laxus' broad-ass shoulders and, if he's ever tired or wants to be carried, can sometimes convince Laxus to piggyback him. It's fucking immature as hell but he likes it a lot.

Bickslow also loves to dance. This one, Laxus isn't so keen on, but he can learn a few step rhythms or waltz if his man really wants him to.

Laxus one day starts referring to the dolls Bickslow keeps around (Pappa, Pippi, Puppu, Peppe and Poppo) as "our kids". It's mostly to fuck with Bickslow, who loves to tease and prod Laxus every day but gets absolutely floored when Laxus says stuff like this in public.

Bickslow can be playfully possessive, but he does have his insecurities and does need occasional reassurances that Laxus won't leave him for someone more conventionally attractive. Laxus rises to the occasion every time.

NS/FW, because yeah. It's mostly about our weird guy Bix:

Look man, Bickslow's tongue is long and there is a lot of it. Kissing is a lot different with him than it is with other people, it pretty much overflows his mouth and you gotta get used to it, or learn to enjoy it.

Bickslow is h*rny, guys. Like, not so much it interferes with his daily life, but he is always dtf, and the prospect of sex with a guy like Laxus is intensely appealing to him, so he makes sure to pursue it often.

Bickslow is very, very flexible and this comes in handy.

Bickslow is a master at oral sex, not just because of his tongue, but because he can deep/throat. Easily. And big d/cks don't scare him, either. And while he's an absolute champ at blowjobs, where he really shines is r/mjobs. This man's tongue is so long, so wide, so flexible--the way it feels when he's eating the peach is maddeningly good.

Consequently, Bickslow can top pretty much any time he wants, so long as he prefaces the act with a good chow down on Laxus' rear first. Even the mighty Thunder God is not immune to good oral work, and Laxus when sufficiently spoiled with that tongue lets Bickslow have pretty much anything he wants. The only reason he still bottoms most of the time is because that's what he likes.

Bickslow loves how big Laxus' d/ck is, and unlike other potential lovers, is not the least bit intimidated by it. He's always ready to ride. Laxus being the service top he is, he's very pliable and wants Bickslow to feel good, so their sex life tends get very k/nky on occasion.

By far Bickslow's favorite position, however, is the suspended congress. He gets to climb his man--long limbs wrapped around Laxus' shoulders and waist, Laxus carrying him and bouncing him on that d/ck that's barreling in and out of him, and he gets to make out with his man inbetween moans and/or screams.

But if he was bad that day, Laxus might drag him somewhere and bend him over, give it to him rough. Bickslow loves it either way, but it does send the message to not push his boyfriend's patience.

and now for a special one:

Bickslow has dealt with the presence of his Figure Eyes and having to cover them ever since the Incident™️ that first caused them to manifest remarkably well, simply accepting it as a fact of his life. However, he does wish to be able to go maskless on occasion, and for him, the most pure sign of trust and intimacy is looking into his eyes. Laxus will occasionally remove the visor when they're in private and make eye contact, giving Bickslow power over him but trusting him not to misuse it.

#bickslow #bixlow #laxus dreyar #bixlax #laxlow #shipping #headcanons

[samslittles]

I'm fine, Monty. I've seen and been through worse things than this. *pats Monty's head and walks over to Rays* Rays, I want to know you that you weren't a mistake. You might not know it, but you were a blessing, not a curse.

Monty: *giggles as you pat their head then runs off to a toy box*

..

Rays: *bottom lip trembles and he holds out his arms towards you, shifting in Earths lap* (he is still in his big body and weighs over 500 pounds, good luck)

Monty: *Runs back over with a toy med kit* Rays! We gotta bix da booboos! *forces you to sit down*

Rays: *giggles and claps his hands*

Earth: Oh how sweet, *looks you over* are you sure you're alright?

#millenniumproductions #asks #you have now been roped into play time good luck

[mosylufanfic]

A Long Way to Sunrise

I started writing this before Christmas, hoping to post it for the holiday. Then I was hoping to post it for New Year’s Eve. I will now pause for your knowing laughter.

Okay, now that we all have that out of our systems, I made up most of the holiday traditions and superstitions in this story, or plucked them out of whatever dusty store room my brain stashed them in when I read them ages ago. The exception is the food that Bix makes, which are dishes I chose because Adria Arjona was born in Puerto Rico. 

A Long Way to Sunrise

They'd spent the day making the house ready for the new year, cleaning it top to bottom. After they'd finished, Bix had fallen asleep mid-afternoon, which was also traditional. 

When she woke, it was well after dark. She sat up, pushing the heels of her hands into her eyes, and muttered, "Bluuuuugh," into her wrists. She had the kind of headache you got from falling asleep at a strange hour and sleeping more than a nap's worth. 

The house was cold and quiet, and she shivered against it for a moment, annoyed. This was wrong, all of it. Just wrong.

On Ferrix, Life Day and the new year were midsummer holidays. Oh, of course the technical end of the year, by the Imperial calendar, was a month and a half later. But everyone on Ferrix knew the year really ended and began a week after Life Day, with Last Night and First Morn. 

And the week in between, when the salvage yard and most businesses were closed, was when everyone celebrated, the sun pouring cheerfully down on them as they cooked holiday food, took gifts around the town, and held parties in the streets. 

But Gangi Moon was almost perfectly opposite, as far as seasons went. They'd come away from Ferrix  in a late-blooming and chill spring, and landed here in the middle of fall, already turning back to cold and dark. 

To Bix, it just felt as if she was stuck in the middle of a winter that would never end. 

"Stop that," she said aloud, and forced herself up out of bed. 

She dug her fingers into her scalp and massaged until the tension eased, then undoing the tie at the end of her braid and combing her fingers through it until her hair spilled loose over her shoulders. She shook it out, considered her reflection in the night-dark window, and smoothed down as much of the frizzies as she could. 

Then she undid the ties of her quilted jacket and the shirt underneath it, and the drawstrings of her pants, letting everything dangle loose so as not to stay tied to anything from the old year. 

She'd never trucked with such superstitions before. She was Bix Caleen and she controlled her own destiny. But now, humbled and sobered in more ways than one, Bix felt the need of all the luck she could get. 

With all her clothing loose like this, the chill got to her, so she pulled her blanket off her bed and wrapped it around herself. She peeked over in the other room at Brasso's bed, but it was empty. Maybe he'd gone out to get something. 

She got herself some pernil from the chiller box, noting that it was close to gone, and packed the savory shredded meat into one of the sweet dinner rolls they'd made the night before Life Day. Brasso's recipe, passed from his mum and his nan, his family's Life Day tradition. 

After she'd eaten her makeshift sandwich, he still wasn't back. Frowning, she assembled another one with the last of the pernil. "Bee?" she called out.

After a moment, she heard the little droid’s servos shifting and his wheels rolling slightly - his version of a sleepy query.

She went into the hall where they'd put the charger they'd managed to find. "Hey, Bee," she said, crouching down. "How's your charge?"

"Eight-t-t-ty percent."

She frowned. He'd taken to spending longer and longer on his charger lately, with a far slower charging time. "We need to get you a better charger."

"This is f-fine."

"It could be better," she said. "Where's Brasso gone to?"

"Outs-s-s-ide. In the b-back." They had a patch of back, not even big enough to be dignified with the term yard.

"All this time?" She opened the back door and found him sitting on the small, square step. 

Something about the slump of his shoulders made her go out to him. "Brass? What are you doing out here? It's cold as balls."

"Just thinking," he said, with a slur at the edge of his words.

He had a bottle of something set down by his feet. She frowned at it. "Are you drunk?"

Brasso would have a drink at the pub or with friends, but she'd never seen him drunk, or even heard of it. She'd always figured it was because of his dad.

"Lil' bit," he sighed. "Just a lil' bit."

She handed him the sandwich and the last roll. "Here. Soak up some of that in your belly."

He took it. "Is this the last of it?"

"Yup. Best to get everything eaten before First Morn." She leaned up against the house and wrapped her blanket tighter around herself. "Thinking about Jezzi's message?"

"Don't know what's worse. That we're not home or that they can't celebrate proper." He was still holding the sandwich, picking at the crumbs flaking off the edge of the bread.

She kicked her heel uncertainly against the house. Usually it was her down in the dumps, and Brass trying to cheer her up. What would he say if she came up with this? "It was still Life Day, a week ago," she offered. "And tonight's still Last Night."

"No private gatherings of unrelated persons," he said gloomily. "No leaving your house after curfew. No sound above a certain decibel level. Permits for any community gatherings."

Translated, that meant no parties, lasting far into the night and inviting everyone on the street and half the town besides. No open-house day at the cramped row flats where Brasso had lived for years, where everyone threw open their doors and wandered from flat to flat, laughing and eating and drinking. 

"No concert," he said. "Think of that, Bixy. No concert at the school."

Oh, now, that was taking it too far. "Nobody goes to that concert if they don't have to. It's completely dire."

He battled for a moment, then admitted, "Well, yeah, it's bad, but it's nice to know it's there all the same. I sang in that concert thirteen years, and you did too."

"Yeah," she sighed. You smirked at your friends and neighbors who had to turn up to that concert because their kids were singing, knowing that someday it'd be your turn to sit through it for some kid you loved. 

He shook his head. "Isn't right," he said. "It's not the way things should be."

She couldn't say anything to that. Knowing she wasn't going to be home for Life Day, or for Last Night, had dumped her in the swamps for most of the month. She'd dragged herself to her feet most days because Brasso worried so much when she didn't, but the day after Life Day she hadn't been able to get out of bed at all. She was looking forward to being through it and not having to think about what she was missing anymore.  

"A lot of things aren't the way they should be," she said. "But tonight's still Last Night."

"They won't be permitted to celebrate," he said darkly. "All those people in the streets. All the noise and the shouting, and the trumpets and the drums when the sun comes up. Like another riot."

"Still," she said. "I think they will."

"They bulldozed our wall, Bix."

Just thinking it made her sick. That had been part of Jezzi's message too. The wall - the wall of all their people - 

"Our kin are rubble and gravel," Brasso went on. "You think the ones who did that will care for First Morn?"

"But Ferrix people'll stay up for Last Night," she said. "Even if it's behind closed curtains. Even if they have to stay out of the streets. Even if they can't sing the last moon down or cheer the sun when it rises. They'll stay up."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because we are."

He twisted around and stared at her a moment. There were tears in his eyes. He looked away, wiped his nose, then reached down for the bottle. "This rotten stuff is doing my head in, and no mistake."

"Best pour it out, then."

"Rather make a rebel's cocktail with it." He sloshed it thoughtfully, then sighed and flipped it upside down, letting the cheap stuff glug into the dirt. "But there's nothing for us to light on fire here, so pouring it out it is."

She wrinkled her nose. "From the smell of it, a rebel's cocktail is the best use for it anyway." 

He was still holding the sandwich, and now he took a meditative bite. "Did I tell you this was really good?" he asked with his mouth full.

"You did."

"You didn't make any of your rice this week."

"I made rice."

"Yeah, and it was good, but not the special rice you make, with the sort of - " He waved the half-eaten sandwich. "The beans in."

"Arroz con gandules," she said.

"That's it. Yeah. S'good."

"I couldn't get the pigeon peas," she said. She'd barely been able to get the seasoning for the pernil, which had come as a nasty shock. There were so many Mimbran families, or families that had been Mimbran recently enough to still cook the food, living on Ferrix that things like pigeon peas and good spices were a basic staple in the grocer's. Not here, though.

"Ah,” he said. “Sorry about that."

She hugged the blanket tighter around herself and made her voice brisk. "It's just food. It's all right."

She'd told herself that over and over, the day she lay in bed. It's just food. There's no reason to feel so awful about it. Don't be so silly. 

He shook his head. "You used to make that all the time back home. I remember you brought a great dish of it when my dad died."

She probably had; it was her go-to for occasions like that. Mostly because if she made a big enough batch there was plenty left over for her even after she'd taken some to whatever family was grieving or celebrating. 

"Surprised you want any, with an association like that."

"I do, though. Every time I took a bite, I knew someone was thinking of me." He finished off the sandwich, rubbed his hands together briefly, and tucked them into crooks of his elbows. "Same with what everyone brought."

She nudged him with her foot. "Mine was best, though, right?"

"Of course," he said. He gave her a sly look. "Better'n Jezzi's famous green beans. But don't tell her I told you that."

"It goes with me to the grave," she said solemnly.

She thought of when her own dad had died. She'd been too numb and exhausted to think anything but food I don't have to cook about the dishes that crammed her chiller box. But Brasso was right. Every dish had been brought by someone who was thinking of her.

Maybe that was why they all did it. Bix had never thought of it more deeply then, that's what you do.

Brasso hadn't brought anything, but nobody expected anyone living in those dinky flats to actually cook. He'd come with the other Sons of Ferrix, as her dad had been a Son. Before they'd loaded her dad's body onto the decorated salvage sled, he'd offered her a moment alone, and she'd said no. Fuck. No and burst into tears. 

He'd wrapped her up in his arms until she'd cried herself out, leaving skies only knew what on his shirt. She'd burrowed into his embrace for at least five minutes more beyond that before pulling away to blow her nose and wash her face. 

A chilly gust set her shivering, and she squeezed in next to him on the tiny step. He shifted to make room for her, but they were still hip to hip, which she wasn't complaining about. "You're sure you're still warm enough?" she asked. 

"Haven't been so warm since the summer." He smoothed his hand down over the coat she'd gotten him for Life Day - dark brown, sturdy, hard-wearing. 

His red ceremonial coat, which he'd worn when they fled Ferrix, had stayed in the closet even as it got colder and colder, the bitter wind whipping off the sea. He wanted to keep it nice, he'd said, and added another layer on top of the several he was already wearing. 

She'd saved up as much as she could from the fixes she did for the second-hand shop in town, and the "errands" they ran for the Rebels, and spent multiple afternoons sifting through the offerings at the second-hand shop until she found one big enough, thick enough, and with only some tears in the lining and tatters at the hems. She'd taken it to the repair shop to get those fixed.  

She'd been prepared for a fight, as she didn't have the best reputation in town, and she was pretty sure she'd gotten in a fight with the shopkeep's son during one of her benders. But credits spoke every language, and the stone-faced woman had taken the order and haggled without obvious resentment. 

"You're not half-bad when you're not drunk and mean," she'd said when they came to an agreement. 

"I'm still mean," Bix said. "Just not drunk."

The woman had actually cracked a small smile at that. "I'll have the coat ready for your man before Life Day."

"He's not - we - we're just - " Bix had fallen into confused silence at the shopkeep's raised brow, and escaped when another customer came in. There'd been no more words about her man when she'd gone to pick it up, but she'd been self-conscious the whole time. 

But it was a damn nice coat, and the repairs were almost invisible. She petted the heavy material with satisfaction. 

When she looked up, she realized Brasso was studying her with furrowed brows. "What?" she said.

"Just noticed you weren't wearing your jewelry." He cleared his throat. "Not the last couple days."

She touched the edge of her ear. She had never felt completely dressed without some kind of jewelry on, mostly in her ears or braided into her hair because necklaces and rings were liable to get caught as she was making repairs. 

He'd given her a set of ear cuffs for Life Day. She'd put them on immediately and he'd smiled and said, "There we are. Didn't seem right, Bix without some pretties on."

At the hotel, the ISB had taken all her jewelry off her before - well. Before. She hadn't had any since. 

"Yeah, I took them off," she said. "They're inside, on top of my clothes chest."

"Saving them for special?"

"No, they just, uh, I needed to fix them."

He frowned. "Did they break?"

She gave in and admitted, "The metal made my ears itch, all right? But I'll get some varnish and paint the insides and I'll be wearing them every day again."

"Any kind of metal that doesn't make your ears itch?"

"Yeah, the kind that's too expensive for us right now." Which was why she hadn't said anything before. She nudged him. "Don't fret on it. I've had to do that with almost every piece of jewelry I ever owned."

"If you're sure," he said, still doubtful. 

"I'm sure. I love them."

Another chilly gust snuck over the wall. A shudder racked him, swiftly suppressed.

"Brass, you are cold."

"I'm fine."

"I felt you shiver. Here." She opened her blanket and draped it over him. He didn't argue further, just tugged the other edge around himself.

Draped over two, it didn't quite cover them. But the warm bulk of Brasso's body made up for it. She tucked herself up close to him and slid her arm through his, fitting them together. 

"Wouldn't mind some of that summer heat right about now," he said. 

"What'd you do for Last Night a year ago?" she asked.

"Spent it with some of the lads from the yard. Aladon and Denz. At their place. It was nice."

"I spent it with Timm,” she admitted, like a shameful secret. “For the first time. See what that got me.”

He tilted his head down towards hers. "I think that's the first I've heard you talk about him," he said. "Not even since we left home. Since he died."

"Well, he wasn't the most popular person in Ferrix, once it got around he'd called the Imperials in on Cassian. And people were strange about talking about him in front of me. Either they thought I should be a grieving widow or they thought I should spit at the sound of his name."

"Which is it?"

"I don't know. Most of the time I just want him alive so's I can kick his ass. What an idiot."

"Won't argue that."

She looked down at her feet and kicked them in the dirt of the yard. "Do you think," she said, mostly to the dirt. "Do you think if I'd just managed to love him the way he wanted - "

"Then we wouldn't be here?" Brasso finished. "Mmm. Maybe."

She'd expected him to deny it, and shot him a betrayed look.

"Then again," he continued in the same tone of voice, "if Cassian Andor hadn't riled up the corpos like he did, they wouldn't have been after him in the first place, for Timm to turn in. And come to think of it, if Maarva and Clem hadn't taken it in their heads to adopt a half-grown boy from wherever it is they found him, he wouldn't have been on Morlana to rile up the corpos at all. And you know, if Naboo hadn't elected Sheev Palpatine Senator in the first place - "

"All right!" she said. "All right. I get it."

"And," he said more quietly, "if I'd been able to hold them off a little longer, they mightn't've caught you."

He sounded actually serious about that. How long he been stewing on it? She squeezed his arm. "Even you couldn't have held them off that long," she said. "And where would I have gone, anyway? There were too many of them. If I'm not to blame, you're not either."

"No," he said on a sigh. "No. The ones to blame are the Imperial Shithead Bastards."

"Yeah."

They were quiet together for several minutes. 

"Don't feel bad about what you couldn't feel for Timm," he said in a low voice. “That's not really something you choose."

She sighed. She had a lot of regrets when it came to Timm. She'd taken advantage of his devotion, it was true. And she'd told herself that she'd made her own stance clear - just for fun, just to pass the time - when she knew full well he thought he could talk her into more. She shouldn't've let that go on. Look how it had ended. But - 

"You're right," she said. "Even if I'd  wanted to, I don't think I ever could've loved him. Not that way."

"My mum used to say hearts don't beat on command."

She swallowed hard, looking down at the dirt again, feeling her own heart - the one that had been so careless toward the man in her bed - soft and yearning toward the man at her side. "Be easier if they did."

He sighed heavily. "It would at that."

She cast about for a change away from dangerous subjects. "You don't talk about your mum much," she said. 

"Well, she's been gone a long time. Near twenty years. You remember her?" he asked, almost hopefully.

She wished she could say yes. But if she did remember Brasso's mum, it was as another face in the formless mass of adults that most little kids saw. "I remember people talking about her."

"And what is it they said?"

Better'n that Jakin ever deserved. Ardeth is probably the reason Brasso turned out so good. "Just that you're a lot like her."

He smiled as if he could hear the things she wasn't saying, and they fell silent again. 

"What time is it?" he asked after a while. "Can't tell without the moon."

"It said after two on the chrono when I woke up. So later than that. By a good hour, I’d guess. Maybe more.”

He sighed. "It's almost down at home."

The last moon of the year, a tiny sliver of a thing. Tradition said the old year ended when it set. 

She nudged him. "Go on then. Sing it down, Brass."

It was a child's tradition, singing the last moon down, so he sang a child's song, soft and sweet. It was a lullaby that Ferrix parents sang to their babies, so there had never been a time Bix hadn't known it, and probably Brasso too. 

He had a clear, unselfconscious tenor voice, and she rested her head on his shoulder and listened to the words for maybe the first time in her life.

It told of a bird in the depths of winter, in the ice and the cold, in the smoke of its breath and the chill of its toes. But the bird sang, defiant, promising the winter-frozen world that spring was closer than it had been at the start. 

He finished the song and fell silent. She shut her eyes and sighed, picturing the last moon slipping down over the horizon, leaving them all together in the pause between years, before the first sun rose. 

When it did, they would all rush out into the street if they weren't there already, shouting and cheering, blowing trumpets, banging drums. In the tower, the anvil sang out note after note of joy and greeting, until the Time Grappler's arms got too tired to go on. Superstition said the longer he could go, the better year it would be.

The adults kissed, at least those who had someone to kiss did, and the kids ran around screaming with the unhinged glee of kids who were so tired they couldn't see straight. 

Then everyone went home and slept for most of the day. 

The day after that, the salvage yard would reopen, the shop owners would put out their shutters, and normal life would resume. 

But before all that came these breath-held hours of darkness. 

"Bix," he murmured. 

"Mmm."

"I know it's not sunrise yet. But I'd like to kiss you."

She lifted her head and opened her eyes, and he was looking at her very steadily. 

She'd always thought his eyes were a dark grey, but this close, she could see green and even a touch of blue blossoming out from the pupil, like a common flower you never bothered with until someone you loved gave you a bouquet of them. 

"I'd like you to kiss me," she said. 

He lifted his hand to her cheek and closed his mouth over hers.

She'd kissed him once before, drunk and angry, and he'd stood there passive, like kissing a stone wall. She'd told herself afterwards, hungover and smarting, that she probably wasn't missing anything.

Oh, how wrong she'd been. 

His lips brushed soft against hers, lifting away, returning. His beard-scruff scratched, and he tasted of pernil and a hint of that rotgut and something that seemed to be just him. His hand was warm on her cheek, and if she could have lived the rest of her life in this moment she would have. 

His hand shifted, his fingers sinking into her hair, and a shiver went through her that had nothing to do with the cold. 

She wanted to deepen the kiss, slide her tongue into his mouth, crawl into his lap, guide his hands into her shirt, grind down until she felt him harden under her - 

And then what?

She turned her head, breaking contact. 

A year ago, Timm had kissed like this, in this same between time, and she'd taken him into her bed.

See where that got her. 

"Something wrong?" he whispered. His breath ghosted against her cheek. 

"It was lovely, Brass," she said softly, smoothing her hand over his coat-front. "But you've been drinking, and we're both of us homesick, and we - we're both the nearest thing to Ferrix either of us've got right now. So I think we should stop. Before we do something we shouldn't."

His fingers were still in her hair. He let them fall, the motion tugging softly and pleasantly at her scalp. "You've good sense."

"Not always," she said ruefully.

He got to his feet, the blanket sliding off his shoulders. 

She caught it, shivering with the loss of his body heat. "You okay?"

"Yeah." He looked down at her. "You should go inside. It's dreadful cold."

She got to her feet, slowly, trying to work out his expression in the darkness. Was he hurt? Upset? Annoyed? Relieved? "Are you coming in, too?"

He rubbed his hand over his face. "I think I should take a walk. Clear my head." 

"Yeah, all right," she said. "Don't you freeze out there."

"Not with this coat on, I won't," he said, and detoured around to the side gate. 

She went inside, hugging the blanket tighter around her, resisting the temptation to bury her face in its folds and try to catch a whiff of his scent. She told Bee that Brasso was fine, he'd just gone to get something they needed, and the little droid was wise enough not to ask what could possibly be needed so urgently that he went out in the wee hours for it. 

She washed the dishes the pernil and the sweet rolls had been in, and pulled out the beans to set them soaking - something she'd forgotten before she fell asleep. She took down all the blankets and sheets they'd washed and hung up to dry, making the beds with scrupulous attention to smoothing out every tiny wrinkle.

In all that time, Brasso still didn't come back.

She sat cross-legged on her bed, brushing out the tangles in her hair, trying not to worry. He'd been fine. He hadn't really had that much to drink. And he knew better than to go down by the sea. Especially as his own dad had drowned. 

When her hair was as tangle-free as she could possibly make it, she went to the table and pulled out her latest repair, a commlink with half its connections rusted out and needing replaced. It was barely worth doing, she thought as she trained her work-light on it. She wouldn't get much for it. Might be best to keep it for them, once she got a mate.

She tried not to worry. Or to think about the way his lips had felt on hers.

When the sky began to lighten, she put her tools away and went to sit on her bed again to watch it out the window. In the winter like this, the sun rose late. By her calculations, the new sun was well up on Ferrix. She sat listening to the silence where the anvil should be singing out notes of joy and luck and hope for the new year. 

Finally, she saw his familiar form turn the corner, silhouetted against the delicate pre-dawn light, and let out a sigh of relief. Then apprehension. What were they going to do? Pretend it had never happened? Have an awkward conversation? 

Kiss again?

No. She'd been right to stop them.

The door rattled, and his voice said indistinctly, "It's stuck again."

"Kriff," she said, jumping off her bed. Like everything else about this rented house, the door was old and half-functional, and the cold had made the lock especially stubborn lately. "Give me a moment - hah." The door slid open.

His cheeks were red with cold, but his eyes were clear. She looked up at him, and he looked away.

Oh. It was going to be like that.

But he said, "Hear that?"

"What?" She stepped out the door to join him in the street. 

"There. Shh." He held up a hand, listening. After a moment, he turned his head to smile at her, and then she heard it too. 

It was a bird.

A bird, alone, unseen, singing a high sweet song into the bitter air as the first edge of the new sun breached the horizon. 

FINIS

#Bix Caleen #Brasso #brixo #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #Life Day story? #New Year's Eve story? #homesickness story? #who knows #andor #star wars

[isaackuo]

Cassian's already a Rebel sort of

Those of us still theorizing on what one thing will convince Cassian to join the Rebellion are, I think, increasingly missing the point. It's more complicated than that. Remember that in Rogue One, Cassian said that he'd been in the fight since he was a child. But what we see is far more complex than young Cassian being recruited into a Rebel Alliance that hasn't even been formed yet.

What we have instead is a loose network of cells, and here's the thing: Paak, Bix, and Cassian were a Rebel cell. Maybe they didn't call themselves part of "The Rebellion", but they have the brains to know what the stuff they're stealing was being used for the Buyer's wishlist can only really mean one thing. They're working for The Rebellion, and the Empire isn't going to care about the difference when they come for them.

Early on, we see Dedra connecting the Starpath theft with a pattern of Rebel activity. At first we think it's ironic, because the Starpath was stolen by Cassian - a thief, not a Rebel. But in bits and pieces, we find out that Dedra was, indeed, correct all along. She connects many thefts to Cassian Andor. It IS part of a pattern of Rebel activity. We find out that Bix was the only one to use Paak's fractal radio. It's implied that Cassian is her only thief, providing equipment to Luthen, her only buyer.

Bottom line: Cassian Andor was already part of The Rebellion in all but name. However, The Rebellion is not a cohesive Rebel Alliance yet. Cassian just wants to sell the Starpath and get the money. Simple, right? Saw just wants to give some money to buy the goodies. Simple, right?

Stop looking for a singular thing that turns Cassian Andor from someone who doesn't get involved into a committed Rebel. It's not that simple.

#andor #star wars andor #thoughts

[ouchie-central]

Whump Wheel Drabble #2: Missing

Thank you to @ofinkandstardust for the wheel and the inspiration!

CW: Amputee Character, (Magical Prosthetic) Non-Human Whumpee (Harpy) Cane use, Healing stitches, Cursing, Ignoring the severity of wounds, Loss of family.

Characters: Bixita “Bix” Meliaki, (he/him) Prince Tahir (he/him)

“They’re gone.”

Bix’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as soon as he set foot in his home. His siblings weren’t there, and as he frantically began looking around for any signs of them, it became more and more clear that they hadn’t been here for a long time.

The old silo had been abandoned when Bix found it standing alone at the edge of the city. All the grain long since picked clean by rats, and hardly anything but the roof, the floorboards and the door warranted calling it a home. But his siblings had been born in the nest he’d built into the silo’s catwalk. He’d told them stories of monsters and adventurers around the fire pit he’d dug into the ground. And the shelves lining the wall, built from nothing more than an abandoned cart Bix had run across on the road, still boasted the various knickknacks he’d acquired, found and stolen over the years.

But his siblings were nowhere to be seen. Everything was coated in layers of dust and cobwebs, and it was impossible to tell the last time the fire had been lit. Bix dropped his makeshift cane at the door and hobbled over to the nest on his leg that had barely healed, collapsing into it and sifting through the blankets, as if he’d find the three little harpies wrapped up in them.

But there was nothing.

Tahir, still frozen in the doorway, finally spoke. “Bix, I’m so sorry…”

“Shut up.” Bix snapped. He was clutching a blanket so hard it seemed like he was trying to strangle it. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This is my fault.” Bix swiped at the tears that were beginning to prick at the edges of his eyes and threw the blanket down, pushing himself up with great difficulty and dragging himself over to the stairs. Tahir picked up the other’s cane and shut the door behind him, following closely down the stairs.

“Bix, your stitches…”

“I don’t care!” He shouted, whipping around to give Tahir a piece of his mind. But his eyes were filled with tears. “My siblings are gone! I was supposed to protect them, I’m their big brother, and I was stupid enough to get arrested and leave them alone for three years! So my stitches, and my fucked-up leg, and my useless fucking wings don’t fucking matter because they’re probably-“ Bix froze, his eyes widening as the worst-case scenario fully dawned on him. And the grief that had been building up in his chest finally came out in wet, anguished sobs. His bad leg gave out, and with a split second to react, Tahir caught him and lowered him to the ground.

“Get the fuck off me!” Bix cried, pushing against the prince, who let go immediately. Tahir could only watch in sympathetic silence as Bix crumpled in on himself and cried, his sore wings only having enough mobility to partially wrap around himself in an attempt to hide. Eventually, he slowly uncrumpled and began to drag himself down the stairs, one step at a time. When he reached the bottom, he toppled over onto his side, his weak body still wracked with sobs.

The world seemed to stand still for a few moments. Bix’s world had crashed down around him, and Tahir didn’t know how to help. Eventually, the prince stood up and slowly walked down to the bottom floor of the house, setting the cane at the bottom of the steps but staying away from Bix as he’d requested. Instead, he wandered over to the shelves, observing the meager belongings of Bix’s family. An assortment of pots and pans, some folded-up fabric scraps and a basket full of sewing supplies, lots of pretty rocks, and a couple of toys: Some cobbled together, some that had once been nice but were now a bit past their prime. And between them all, there were some empty spaces, spots in the dust.

Some things were missing.

“Bix…?” Tahir asked cautiously from across the room. “What else used to be on this shelf?”

“What the hell are you talking about…?” Bix sniffled, his usual vulgarity having lost it’s edge. The harpy pushed himself off the ground, grabbing his cane and hauling himself to his one working foot to cross the room.

And as soon as his eyes finished scanning the shelves, he gasped.

“Their favorite toys are gone… And their bags, and my good cooking pot-!” Hope began to seep into Bix’s tone as a realization hit him. “They left…”

Tahir looked down at Bix, who was staring at the shelves in disbelief. “Do you know where they might have gone?”

Bix shook his head, trying to dry the tears that just kept coming. “No… But if they left then they’re out there. And I’m gonna find them.”

#whump #winged whumpee #wing whump #amputee whump #tw loss of family #whump writing #whump drabble #whump wheel #this is one of the later points in Bix’s story and the beginning of his recovery #and the first time he’s cried in front of Tahir #Bix will for sure be one of the biggest players on this blog just because he’s so fun to play with ;)

[ferrumira]

Bickslow is just going to challenge her words from their last interaction. How? Simple. HIs long ass tongue is being dragged along her right cheek. He'd likely jump away simply because he can after he was done, he knew she'd try to go through with her threat, but he also knew she secretly liked him being a menace to her. ->Bickslow has negative regrets for this.

unprompted | accepting

As someone who was just enjoying a moment in the sunshine, She was leaned back into her hands. The woman would feel him lick her cheek. It would be a lie if she didn't admit this had been a thing between them over the last year or so. He had welcomed him into the fold but the two of them were awful. Flirting that lead to nothing. Yet.

Fucker.

The mage would raise her hand captured him into his own shadow. The shadows creeping around his legs in the shape of her shadow snacks. Some of her favorite pets. Ravyn would stand up and her heels would echo on the stone below her. He was so irritating. He always did this shit. Licking her and running away like he had nothing better to do than bother her.

Her hand would lower, bringing the taller male to his knees with her shadows. Crimson painted lips smirked mischievously as her hands met his face. Her golden orbs gazing down at him as she pressed her lips against his cheeks.. Then his nose and forehead and lastly, she would slowly lean into him.

Lips nearly kissing each other but not quite. " Listen here, Seith boy.. I want you to close your eyes and remember. You will never have another attractive woman ever leave such marks like I did."

Her lips pressed to his, licking his bottom lip just before moving away from him. Ravyn's body would move swiftly after retrieving her book. "Goodnight, Bix. I have to get to bed before this turns into a tease for nothing as wells. You were always a lick and run away type. "

As she turned the corner, she would wink before disappearing.

#☽ ⎢・can you love me harder. cause i'm feeling bothered ❛ mirroredworlds. bixlow ❜ #☽ ⎢・in character #☽ ⎢・ask box ' answered '

[popchoc]

Lauren & Leyla, #91 please 😊

Lauren Bloom & Leyla Shinwari, New Amsterdam

91: "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

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"Can you reach it?" Holding her breath, Leyla watches closely as Lauren climbs a chair to get her old hiking boots from the top shelf.

Lauren stretches her body as far as she can. "Almost," she pants, "I just, I might need to..." Standing on her toes she can feel one of the laces against the tip of her finger, though just for a second. She moves forward, just an inch... yet an inch too much. 

She goes down with a scream, but Leyla saves her from hurting herself. The moment she catches her, Lauren feels the familiar electricity she's only ever felt with Leyla. After all this weeks, months even, it's still there.

"You okay?" Leyla's voice is warm with concern.

"Y- Yeah, I'm fine," Lauren answers, highly aware that Leyla is still holding her. Clearing her throat, she takes a step back. "Forget about it, I just buy some new ones. Sorry I bothered you."

Leyla smiles at her. "Don't be weird. This is still your apartment."

"Yeah," Lauren mumbles once again, though more to herself this time. She looks around her. Everything is the same, Leyla didn't change anything since she left. "So uh, where's... what's her name again?"

"Don't know," Leyla shrugs, "At home, I guess."

As Lauren narrows her eyes, a frown creases her forehead. "She doesn't live here?!"

Her question as well as her genuine confusion draws a laugh from Leyla, amused or maybe even endeared by Lauren's premature conclusion. 

"Of course not," she chuckles, closing the distance between them with a small step forward. When she lightly rests her hand on Lauren's upper arm, just long enough to make her look at her, she goes on without laughter, "I would never let anyone live here. It's not my place. Besides, Bix and I just met. We've been on three dates. Number four starting in..." She checks her watch. "...two hours."

Lauren barely hears her. She can still feel Leyla's touch, even though she let go of her already - something she only knows for sure by actually checking. And when she looks up to meet her eyes again she instantly finds herself drowning in the calm of them, like so often before. 

"Don't go," she hears herself say. "Don't go on that date." 

Leyla tilts her head, her easy smile suddenly no longer there. "Why?" 

"You know why." 

Shaking her head, Leyla crosses her arms. "Say it."

Lauren opens her mouth, but no words come out. And when she catches the tremble in her bottom lip, she quickly closes it again.

"Lauren, you walked away from this. From me!" Leyla reminds her - as if she really needs to.

"Because I'm an idiot!" Lauren blurts out, embarrassed but glad that she at least found her voice back. "Don't you know that by know? Don't you know that I'm the biggest screw-up out there? I am! I— I'm a clueless mess."

"No," Leyla cuts off her rant, slowly shaking her head again, "When you ended this, you broke my heart. But you weren't clueless. You were wise, and you were right."

"Then why does it feel wrong?"

Leyla takes in a deep breath, before taking Lauren's hand into her own. "Because this, this feeling right here, it's not just in your head. And it's not just in mine." She swallows. "It's real. And maybe one day it will be enough, enough to forget everything else."

Fighting the urge to avert her eyes, Lauren blinks a tear away, then squares her shoulders trying to collect herself. 

"And in the meantime we go on dates... with people called Bix?!"

"In the meantime we live. We stay happy, and healthy. And then, when we meet again, we don't have to save each other." Leyla forces herself to smile. "We can just be."

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150 random writing prompts (closed)

#writing prompts #fanfiction #new amsterdam #lauren bloom #leyla shinwari #lauren x leyla #(my 2 hour meeting got cancelled which gave me time to catch up on a lot of other work... or you know... just do this 🙈😂)

[ingenio-academy-if]

Absolutely stole this ask like the last cookie from a plate on a Christmas night: "MC gives crushing!RO a letter saying it is very important, the RO read it, immediately leaves the room RO opens the letter and it reads: "Do you like me? ☐ yes ☐definitely ☐absolutely!!!!" and MC giggling and looking from behind a column". Can we have poly reactions too? (･ัω･ั)

Stop thats too cute 🥺

Assuming super deep crushing stage, like almost in a relationship.

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Zane: He stares at the note in his hand, eyes wide like saucers- did you- when- HUH???

His eyes shoot up when he hears your laugh and his mouth goes dry- how should he- uhm. His heart hammers in his chest as his feelings spiral for a moment - but the look of your smile, the sound of your laugh... It starts to calm him slowly.

He tucks the note close to his chest, a very small smile tugging on his lips.

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Evander: The piece of paper feels like it weighs a ton in Evander's hand as he scans each words, the curve if every letter, the spaces between the letter... What- what should he do?

His eyes shoot up and meet yours from where you're laughing, and his heart flutters and the weight in his hand diminishes with his realization of what he wanted to do.

Damn, you're lucky you're cute.

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Aimé: Oh this brings back memories. Xe smiles to xyrself as xe reads the letter. Xe delicately places the piece if paper down as xe looks for a pen among xyr belongings.

Xe could almost hear how your heart skipoed a beat from where you stood. With delicate hands, xe marks the appropriate box with a red 'x', then xe folded up the letter again and put it back in it's envelope before finally making eye-contact with you.

Xe mercifully doesn't laugh at you almost tripping as you rush over to receive the letter.

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Nova: Nova laughs as she reads the letter, her eyes easily find you where you hide. She looks at the letter again, considering if she should find a pen and-

No. Fortune favors the bold.

With determined steps and a confident smile, she starts to walk towards you, a reply at the tip of her tongue.

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Kane: WHERE ARE THEIR PENS? Kane curses themselves as they search through their bag desperately, unaware of you watching them from a distance. They were to occupied with the letter, this was it!

They didn't think this was how the two of you would officially confess, but they aren't complaining!

Once they find a pencil at the bottom of their back, they get to work. They mark every bix with a heart, decirating the rest of the letter with more stars and hearts, they poured themselves into this odd human tradition until they heard a snicker a distance away and they freeze. Wait, how long have you been standing there?

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Zaimé: Aimé has a brilliant smile in place while Zane stares at the piece of paper wide eyed in shock. The two of them sit together silently while Aimé let's Zane process the letter.

He looks up to where you stand, all smiles and giggles before looking towards Aimé, who is smiling as well.

"I can lend you a pencil" Xe offers, keeping xyr voice soft as xe extends a pen towards him.

Zane gently takes it and looks down at the paper, his chest felt warm.

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None: "Wait- so it's both of us??" Kane frowns as they read over the letter, making sure that yebb, Nova's name is there too. Nova snatches the paper from Kane's hand, her eyes glance over towards you where you're hiding (badly).

"Yebb." Nova's tone sounds amused "Looks like Mc likes me too-"

Kane groans in dismay "why do I have to share with you?" They cover their face with bith their hands and sigh dramatically, Nova laughs.

"Stay here and wallow in your misery, I'm gonna go tell mc I like them back-"

"Whoa there! Not without me!"

#ro ask #ro zane #ro evander #ro aimé #ro nova #ro kane #poly zaimé #poly none #unedited #I was half asleep writing some of these sorry if there are any errors

[ohstardustgirl]

Rewatching Andor (cos my husband hasn’t seen it yet)

I’m still thinking that I don’t like Bix.

1. The actress is speaking through a clenched jaw and it bugs me!

2. She says about Timm to Cassian: ‘He would do anything for me’ like that’s a weapon. ‘Oh he’ll do anything for me Cass, remember how you wouldn’t because you’re a fucking adult with agency?’

3. Tells Timm ‘I thought we’d agreed on just once a week’ for dates/hangin out outside of work. Timm my man take the hint, that’s the bottom of the barrel as far as romance goes. She’s settling for you big time dude, have some self respect.

4. Only shows up at Timm’s to sleep with him cos she’s annoyed about Cassian.

This isn’t a ‘omg how dare she not be Jyn thing’, I’m just not seeing anything that makes me wanna root for her. I hope she gets developed more in season 2 but for now she reeks of ‘a dude wrote me to be badass and tough’, which is frustrating cos they got the right balance with Jyn.

#bix caleen #andor #Cassian andor #lol I already know the exact users who are gonna scream at me for this #‘that’s racist hdu’ #Star Wars

[jyndor]

What are your thoughts on what happened to Bix this episode?

hi anon, i actually talked a bit about how :/ i am on how bix was treated and how she's been treated overall here, but honestly im not sure. i can't help but feel like at this point bix seems to exist pretty much solely to suffer (to likely move cassian's story along) and given that she is a woman of color idk i can't deny i have a queasy feeling about her treatment. i would like to hear what woc have to say about this and how they are feeling because idk.

that being said i mean they did a great job of using that character moment to make a point to the audience about torture and condemning the people who go into medicine and then do mengele shit like that. i was surprised they were using such a psychological torture tactic as opposed to a physical tactic (because it had seemed as though paak was physically beaten). they juxtaposed the cruel sadistic individual angel of death type with the cold, callous cruelty of the system that he serves with the murder of all of those prisoners in the blink of an eye - the flicker of a light. (i want to point out that the doctor who euthanised ulaf was almost certainly also a prisoner - dude had no shoes on either.)

i can't really get to the bottom of how i feel about bix's treatment in the real world (doylist) sense because i need to hear more from women of color on that. im just noting the relative easier treatment for white women in the show. maybe that's the point but im not sure.

i sure as shit know it's not cassian's fault and anyone blaming him for what happened to bix better stay away from me because it's on sight lmfao

what do you think anon? and anyone else i am curious as to yalls thoughts

#star wars andor #andor spoilers #andor #andor series #torture #fascism #death #murder #lol what else should i tag jfc #dark ass episode idek #bix caleen #meta #answered #asks #anonymous