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desudog · 4 months

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@fuumusu

i just ended up taking pics of /most/ of my plush collection, LPS included, but this isnt all of them its just whos on my shelves

mtn dew for scale ref. what am i, bad dragon? well anyways.

heres my LPS. super small collection, im mad bc a raise in interest in "2000s aesthetics" made the market for these go up so theres like no more 20 dollars for 5 lots on ebay LOL...

BAB Tempest Shadow (one of my fave ponyyyyyysss)

all 3 of my Dotties. one of my fave BBs ever. sadly, the backpack fits jack shit and is built for a kids frame...

closeup of mini.. hm, whats that? the leo in the bg?

yup, those are my promotional 2015 FEF keychains. # swag. idk why theyre sideways.

i bought these yoohoo keychains when they were still first in claires. i remember i was at the mall with my grandparents. its one of those things youre kinda self conscious of looking back on, ive always loved stuffed animals so i would beg to go to girls outlets and didnt really get why i had to fight so hard to lol. the gloomy is from like 2 or 3 years ago hes just from ebay

disney world Duchess plush which i THINK i got while it was still brand new release. ive ALWAYS been obsessed with this damn movie and my uncle lives in florida and got it for me before i can even remember. she went in a bit too hot water so her long fur is all wooly but shes mostly perfect besides 1 stain. i didnt take her a lot of places so she didnt get messed up. apparently goes for 50+ dollars these days even if conditions not great.

for ref, heres a mint condition one.

and YES, all the other duchess's are dreammmmm owns of mine. shes uhmmmm <3

not all of my webkinz. prob a 3rd. i have the opposum and black dragon (?) somewhere too, and i THINK i still have the orange tabby. ive lost my blufadoodle years ago tho and was HEARTBROKEN. hes somewhere around here i just dont know where. the wolf is worth $$$$ but i got him as a freebie at a church sale :]

new and old torchics XD one of my fave starters

CoCo Surprise cats. I hate Luna the cat her arms are so weird. I just gave the leopard a bath last night tho and she looks great ^^. her arms are super long in front front so she sits good on flat surfaces (not: my bed)

i also just gave Lady a bath and restuffing! shes perfect fr. got from a sal. army

Pound Puppy and Pound Puuuurries. (what, no pussies?) (bad perspective shots, mb its hard to take pics cus theyre so long and i try not to touch them bc autism badtexture. these i found downstairs with sega genisis games so you can guess theyre probably not from a secondhand)

(lol)

Cody's black jaguar plush. very cute and high quality and big andwas just 20 dollars. has weighted paws. the only stufie he'll cuddle lol i guess its hardcore enough

Lucky's Simba and retriever (who is like SOOOO well stuffed, sadly no weights tho.)

a mint condition blue gellart i found at GOODWILL? and a dancing/marching bear lucky got at a dead& co concert.

my beanie boos. im mad about the quality fail on the one to the left, whos eyes are all weirdly close. -_- the lemur is part of a growing collection of lemur plushes lol

and my P. Lushes!

for some reason my Bianca has what i ASSUME is a design error that causes her to have wayyyy too short front legs so she leans forward and cant sit. ._. (sorry for no camera focus idk why it didnt focus)

and a extra older BB + a similar one who was painted to be scary as fuck by an alter for whatever reason and has sense made us ban painting any plushes

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oc-cinematic-universe · 1 year

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It's been quite a while since I read the deathspeaker, mainly 'cause of work. Would you like to give a summary of it?

ho boy. ok so 1) these summaries are not a good replacement for reading the comic. do you know how fucking many small details i put in the comic? every time i send a page to randy to have them proofread before i post it, i point out like 5 different tiny intentional details that are so important for the vibes. a summary does not give you the tiny shifts in characters dialogue and mannerisms, the intentional framing of each panel, the vitally important art style choices. please read my comic im so proud of it 2) this is long im sorry i tried not to ramble but holy shit i love this story. chapter 6 got fucking long in particular but you NEED the little details to understand that one ok just trust me please im sorry 3) this is a summary of every chapter that has posted so far cause idk how far back you stopped reading so congrats youre getting my last 5 years of work in one convenient post 4) this took me hours to write im not editing it if theres spelling and grammar mistakes no there isnt

prologue:

dara, headmistress of the school, explains her recent prophetic dreams to joe, her boyfriend and a fellow teacher at the school. a demon will be coming, one whos been here before and caused destruction. a team of 8 will be able to stop it. thats all they know.

chapter 1:

an introduction to the school and characters. introduces abby, lindsey, cody, and shannon as older students, and liam, victor, and valerie as first years. victor and valerie are twins, victor's super excited to be here and i love that for him <3 joe takes the kids on a tour explaining stuff about the school, most importantly being not to enter the forest without express permission. just like in the rest of the world, there are monsters and you should be careful.

joe then starts their first lesson of the year with magic101 and explains the story of how the world got magic. the 8 magic types were a gift from the 8 corresponding gods, who then left all the new wizards and have not been heard from much since.

after class, joe, dara, april, and lily (two other teachers and joe and daras close friends) discuss the prophecy. dara confirms the 8 who will be stopping the demon will be children, likely students of the school, so they need to keep an eye out.

chapter 2:

its the night before the new students will receive their wands and learn their magic type and valerie is nervous. she doesnt WANT half the magic types theyre SCARY, but victor is so pumped and ready for whatever. they go to sleep resolving 0 of those feelings

joe's in charge of a lot of the proceedings and he's losing his mind just a little bit this man doesn't sleep ever. as he's scrambling through last minute prep, some of the other teachers are introduced. the most important are rowena, the emotion magic teacher who shows up late and waves her hand and suddenly joe has no problem with her bad excuse, and death, who is the literal god of death. he's just chilling.

the kids receive their wands, liam gets fire magic and victor gets space, and valerie causes a bit of a stir when hers is revealed to be light. light wizards aren't the most common and the school hasnt had a new light student in a couple years. which means...

joe finds dara later riffling through books in a bit of a craze, and she explains she thinks valerie must be one of the kids of the prophecy. why else would a light student show up NOW? in fact, dara has a theory that the gods may be involved through the gems of the gods, which are granted to 8 individuals with different magics to increase their power when the world needs help.

joe asks if they should tell valerie. dara says no.

moments after saying she was SURE this had to be it... she says they can't tell valerie, they haven't confirmed anything. they can't be sure.

joe says he trusts her choice. joe lies.

chapter 3:

fuck the first section of this chapter who cares, basically abby and shannon explain yes the god of death (death is not one of the 8 magic types btw) is just here its not a big deal he teaches the dark magic class and he's chill whatever. valerie and harley, the light magic teacher, have discussions on the pressure put on light wizards to be perfect and harley gets goofy with it to let valerie know its ok they won't pressure her to be perfect at all, magic is fun

joe teaches the weapons training class and runs the kids through some basic defense with abby, who volunteered to help demonstrate. because it meant she didn't have to go to her normal class for this period. when she fucks up one of the demonstrations and hurts joe, she takes an embarrassed water break. and notices something watching her. a shadowy being who smiles at her from across the arena. who vanishes when joe comes back to ask how she's doing. abby doesn't feel well, and leaves.

meanwhile in dara's office, rowena comes by asking about some lesson content she wants to use but needs dara to confirm is ok. rowena tries to wave her hand and make it all so easy again. dara does not care and barely notices as she counteracts the spell. dara agrees to hear her out, and she begins telling the story. one about a queen and a peasant boy

the queen had taken the boy in and he worked so hard to make her happy. he admired her and felt close to her. she did not feel the same. an advisor warned her, the boy would cause problems. the boy needed to be dealt with before it was too late. nevermind that he hadnt done anything wrong, he was going to kill them all

so she ordered to have him executed. and as he cried in his cell awaiting his death, something came to help. it offered him freedom. hope.

vengence.

dara interrupts by saying its a bit morbid for this kids huh. startled, rowena can't get a very good reasoning out, and dara denies her request and asks her to leave. but... dara cant help but feel like... somethings wrong. so she adds,

"don't ask questions you dont want answers to"

rowena leaves happily. she got what she wanted

chapter 4:

abby is called on a quest (a normal school occurance stop calling this a weird thing it's just the culture of this world I'll KILL you) and dara won't ler her take shannon, her beloved girlfriend, with her because every single time abby went on a quest last year she took shannon. dara asks her to take a first year instead.

abby and liam leave on their quest to take care of a small gang of goblins. a simple enough quest for a first and second year to handle on their own. liams VERY nervous about heights and has never really ridden on a broom before, so he asks abby random questions to distract himself. he asks about the students he saw already at the school when the buses dropped him off there. abby gets quiet. she explains some students live at the school. "some of us dont have anywhere else to go" "...us?" abby doesnt answer, caught up in memories from only months ago. thankfully, she doesn't have to answer, theyve reached their destination! and...

there's screaming ringing out from everywhere. the goblins, somethings wrong. they're 9 feet taller than they're supposed to be, limbs too long for their body, faces half made up of hanging mouths filled with sharp teeth. they look ghostly, like shadows. liam fire blasts one and it does nothing. frantically, abby tells him to go back and get help, she'll do what she can to stop them.

dara, another teacher, and liam come back as soon as they can, just in time as abby's energy runs out. dara tells the kids to stay put behind a force field she puts up, but not long after leaving them she feels her connection with it break and comes rushing back to find them gone. nearby, theyre sitting with death. death casually tells dara not to worry, his reapers are handling the goblins. everyone can relax now. the other teacher takes the kids back to the school, leaving dara and death alone.

he confirms 6 deaths. but thats not the worst part! the worst is that he and his reapers could only find 1 of their souls. the other 5 have gone missing. he doesnt understand how this couldve happened... but dara does. there's one thing she can think of that could do this.

death is horrified. she promised him she had gotten rid of the demon the first time. she PROMISED. and now she's implying she lied? and has been lying for 70 YEARS?? how could she? unless... it was something to do with-

she tells him to stop. he realizes he is the only one who knows. he realizes she hasnt told anyone in decades. he realizes her refusal to acknowledge it is going to kill them all.

chapter 5:

this one is not getting several paragraphs it is so simple, jules is an elf prince who passed out near the school and was found by harley and valerie. after questioning them on why the hell they are here and they explain they ran away to get away from their family, she invites them to stay as a student. they agree! joe gives them a tour he's the tour guy and he is so excited to have a new student here <3 during the tour they end up talking about joe's hair, which he magically dyed to be pink with a spell he made himself, which leads to mentioning the gods never gave him a magic type so he has to make do with the little magic that works outside of magic types. later that night jules struggles to sleep and wanders the school, stumbling on rowenas classroom, where her voice drifts through the open door. jules takes a peek.

she's talking to the demon. she notices jules and quickly makes sure they won't think anything of what they saw (erasing memories is tricky. but making it harder to focus on.... thats easy). they go back to bed content. the demons excited. that was the last of the 8! so finally, finally, they can begin putting things into motion.

chapter 6:

in order to make up for a failed assignment, shannons teacher gives her a ridiculous homework sheet she'll have to go into the woods for. she tries to argue, but rowena enters the room. whats the problem shannon? youre a smart girl, after all. it's no problem for you. so shannon, grumbling, agrees.

victor overhears some students outside his class talking about the rumors that the school is in danger. always a fan of properly fact checking, victor decides to take this to dara and ask for an explanation. shes says the rumors are true, but its nothing to worry about. everything is under control. victor doesnt buy this for a second. he does what every good scientist should do and goes to research

shannon and abby walk at the edge of the forest, complaining about how unfair the assignment is. abby offers to come with shannon, its dangerous after all. she declines. she's a smart girl, after all. she can handle herself. it breaks abbys heart. shannon would never notice that. she's a smart girl, after all. after shannon leaves, abby is all alone. but she knows she's not, as the shadowy being once again stares at her. so close it could touch her. she knows it cant be real, its always gone when she goes to double check. so she turns around. theres no one there. abby is alone.

victor realizes too late into his plan that he doesnt know how the fuck research is supposed to help him here. but its alright. a wad of paper hits him from an unknown source, pointing him the direction of... an unlabeled book. it has a note stuck to the front: "do you want the truth? ps dont let dara see" nervously, he takes it somewhere private, and begins to read.

its a journal of a 10 year old boy during 1950. he's been taken in by miss dara and mister beckett after his mom left him at the school, promising to come back for him. 4 years later, she never came. he laments about school life as the only 10 year old living at this high school, and about miss dara being so mean and mister beckett being so nice. he writes about a cat he found in the woods, where he knew he wasnt supposed to go. he writes about the cat that follows him home. the cat that won't step into the light. the cat thats offering him a deal

shannon, in her quest to document magical animals in the woods, enters a small cave opening, calling out to any creatures that may reside. she does not want to be here and it shows. but here she will stay as the cave entrance crumbles behind her, and a doubled voice next to her ear taunts her. she spins around, wand brandished, and the demon floats smugly, unconcerned. she threatens and screams at them to tell her who they are. dramatically, they almost laughingly call themself "The Deathspeaker" flourishing their cape. ...shannon realizes she has run into a theater kid and no longer feels concerned. she could probably bully them no problem.

the boy from the journal is scared. The cat has told him it's a demon and it wants to make a deal. he knows better, and refuses over and over until it leaves. hopefully it won't come back. Life is hard enough as it is.

incredibly annoyed that shannon won't take their drama seriously, the demon says she can call them Theron instead. Trying to get back into the moment, they ask, voice echoing, how on EARTH she managed to find them. she says homework. for a moment their voice splits. "what???" "homework?" she doesn't notice. ... But hey a demon is a magical animal right, maybe she can fill her homework out

the boy tries to move on. the demon won't come back, it hasn't in a while. he describes his day, but the page is ripped near the end, cutting off the dark inky reply that he surely did not write himself. it wants a deal.

they want a deal. they'll do Shannon's homework if she retrieves a dragon for them. they lost it, and they can't leave to chase it, they've got this dreadful chain on their leg. shannon agrees. she's a smart girl, after all. this won't be a problem. so they remove the rocks from the cave entrance and send her on her way

the boy never budges. the cat tries and tries but he won't make a deal. so again, it leaves. days later, mister beckett does something strange. he and miss dara have a screaming match, and afterwards he tells the boy not to trust her. he's going to find a way to get the boy out of here. the boy doesnt understand. he thought dara loved them both, why would they need to leave? the next day, the boy write at midnight. miss dara woke him up and told him to follow her. he trusts her. how can he not.

the rest of the journal is blank.

victor refuses to believe that was it. what did any of that mean? how does this help? the door creaks behind him. dara enters the room, not noticing him at first. she smiles and greets him, and he panics and runs. ...odd. he left a book there. dara picks it up and opens it. moments later its nothing but ash. he knows. he knows, and she cant... breathe. he knows. he knows.

the 2 voices of the demon argue in their cave. he asks why they can't just tell shannon, rowena listened why wouldnt she? it snaps and yells at him, this isnt how it works!! this isnt what they discussed! shannons voice calls from the cave entrance. it tells him to be quiet and let it handle it.

she found the dragon but because it was A Ghost, she wasn't exactly able to get it back. she did her best! but its not enough. they count this as a broken deal, and refuse to hand her homework until she promises one more tiny thing. one more deal. they want her help talking to abby. ...she says no, of course not, thats stupid she doesnt trust this!! they move faster than she can react, pinning her up to the wall. she doesnt have a choice. she does this for them or she dies. she nods, and they let her go, with instructions written down to give to abby.

"you weren't supposed to do that" he says. "shut up" it snaps back.

victor got enough information from the journal to try research attempt number 2. with the help of lindsey (who caught him very obviously talking about stealing a laptop from the school computer room, and chose to help him out of pity), he discovers an article from 1950 about a fire at the school. headmistress dara refused to answer many questions from the police and journalists, especially about the 10 year old boy who had gone missing under her care. he was the only one they couldn't find any trace of in the aftermath. victor, horrified, confirms thats him. thats the boy from the journal. the one this all seems to be about.

theron deathspeaker.

#IM SORRY. I GOT. EXCITED. PLEASE READ MY COMIC I LIKE IT A LOT #asks #the deathspeaker #dara #joe #the demon #abby #lindsey #shannon #victor #valerie #liam #rowena #death #jules #theron

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obiwanobi · 3 years

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Catch me thinking about sith Anakin who got in a fight w/ Palps (did Palps cross a line? Did Anakin decide he had nothing to lose? Idk), barely managed to win and is now seriously hurting and a little freaked out winding up outside Obi-wan's quarters and Obi-wan doesn't have time to draw his saber let alone figure out how a sith lord managed to get so far into the jedi temple unnoticed and Force is that blood? before Anakin's passing out with only a murmered request for help.

LISTEN you can’t keep sending me perfect prompts, how do you know I can’t resist bloody men on their knees begging for salvation, how do you know me so well??? anyway here’s 2.3k of always-a-sith!Anakin who could have been the new ruler of the empire but said ‘no thanks, this is too much responsibility, I would like to be pampered by my favourite jedi now’ (with a bit of Ahsoka as Obi-Wan’s padawan!)

He didn’t mean to kill him.

Well, not at first.

He didn’t mean to kill Sidious, but pulling his lightsaber from his lifeless corpse only felt like complete satisfaction. A weight on his shoulders he didn't know he carried disappeared, letting him stand up above the body of his master— former master, and gaze upon what was left of him. A shapeless form on the ground. A dark cape around an old man playing at being a god. A begging mess of futile promises when he realised it was the end for him.

As mindless fury leaves him, his ragged breathing slows down and his fist unclenches around his saber. Sidious is dead. Now that the adrenaline rush is gone, his knees start shaking. His Master is dead. His face is wet with sweat and blood and tears. Dead and now Anakin has no one.

And then... And then fear.

"You know," Ahsoka groans as the water starts boiling, "I don't understand how you got your reputation of Cool Jedi Master. Other padawans think I'm lying when I tell them you wear the ugliest slippers at home and gets excited by new tisanes."

"You gifted me those slippers."

"As a joke. And you still wear them."

"I'm not going to throw away perfectly good slippers." Obi-Wan wiggles his toes under the red and yellow fuzzy monstrosities, just to see his padawan rolls her eyes. "And they're really comfortable."

"So you're just going to stay there, then? Your whole battalion is out celebrating our first day of leave since forever, but you prefer to drink your tea alone and go to bed at 22:00?"

"No one wants an authority figure around when they're letting loose and celebrating, Ahsoka," Obi-Wan says, pouring hot water in his cup. He raises the kettle towards his padawan as a question, to which she shakes her head. "I thought you would be happy to see me putting sleep before work for once."

"I am, Master, but I thought it could be..." She trails off, fidgeting with the hilt of her sabers. For once, she looks like a typical padawan, just like he was at her age, dying to enjoy one night away from the temple and any kind of responsibilities.

"It's alright my dear," he sighs, "you can join them if you want."

Ahsoka suddenly perks up. "I can?"

"If you're old enough to be sent to the front, I think you can handle yourself for one night on Coruscant."

"Thank you Master! I promise I'll be careful and not come back too late!"

"You do that, and-- wait, Ahsoka," he adds as she's already halfway through the door, "make sure to stay around Cody! And no alcohol of any kind! And don't lose your lightsaber at sabacc again!"

"That was you!" she yells from the end of the corridor, "don't worry, I'll be fine! Don't wait for me to go to bed! Goodnight Master!"

Obi-Wan smiles, blowing on his cup. He already sent a message to Cody earlier to keep an eye on her, so he knows she's in good hands.

He has his herbal tea, his ugly slippers, no reports to read or write, and no immediate Separatist menace to plan for. For once, a perfectly good night to catch up on sleep and meditation.

So, of course, something has to be wrong.

The Force is bright. The Force is lighter than it has ever been for the past few years.

And Obi-Wan can't understand why.

It's not just him that can feel it: Ahsoka has acted chipper since, more like the teenager she is, laughing with the clones and playfully teasing him the whole fly back to Coruscant. The temple has felt livelier than ever when they arrived, Jedi from all ages going about their day with a new spring in their step, greeting each other warmly in the corridors. Even Master Yoda has taken a few minutes during their Council meeting to note the shift in the Force. No Master could pinpoint the origin of this change, but all agreed that something good happened somewhere in the galaxy, and they were just feeling ripples of the effect in the Force.

Still now, the whole temple feels a bit more like it used to, before the war, and all Jedi are a bit happier without knowing why.

Only Obi-Wan feels like a noose tightening around him. Whatever it is, it's slowing making its way around his presence in the Force. Focusing on him and him alone. Doesn't matter how much Obi-Wan tries to hide himself, it's getting closer and never slowing down or losing interest.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan has a bad feeling about this.

But after almost three years of war, sullen faces and grim expressions, he doesn't feel like dampening the sudden good mood around the Temple just with a few words. He can probably deal with whatever it is by himself.

His tisane is cold when he finally emerges from his meditation. Nothing is clearer than when he started: the Force is deaf to his questions and inquiries, still light as a breeze. An airy unconcern for his restlessness. And yet, a thick pressure still looms around him, getting heavier each passing second now.

His fingers start pulling on his collar.

The clock on the wall indicates that he lied to Ahsoka when he said he was going to bed at a respectable time today. No diurnal Jedi would still be up right now, but he still considers going out to knock at Mace's door. Narrowed eyes and a very long sigh will be his first answer, but Obi-Wan knows that Mace would never refuse to hear him out. Yes, he finally decides when the pressure seems to creep even closer to him, it's worth waking up Mace.

He opens his door, wondering if he should take his robe with him, and instantly stops walking.

There, in the empty corridor of the Jedi Temple, at his door and on his knees, is a Sith. He knows it's a Sith only because he recognises this specific mass of hair, the large shoulders, the dishevelled dark robe. He knows it's a Sith because he has crossed path with this one enough times on the battlefield to recognise him anywhere. Outside of it a few times too. He isn't sure it's a Sith when the Sith raises his head up, bloody and bruised face torn in an agonizing expression, and his eyes are blue.

"I— I didn't know where to go," Darth Vader says quietly, with the kind of voice expected from a lost child. It gives Obi-Wan a second shock to hear his voice, making his presence suddenly real. "You said... You said if I ever wanted to, if I needed help one day, you would— I could—"

Obi-Wan remembers it. He remembers all the times he offered his help. His pleas for him to stop the violence, the appeals to reason, the multiple suggestions of a gentler path. His hand continuously outreached but never taken. He remembers the burning gold of the Sith's eyes too, and his black cape floating above the dead clones at his feet.

His laughter the first time Obi-Wan brought up the idea of lowering their blades and talking around a cup of tea. His sneer the third time Obi-Wan tried to change his misconceptions about the Jedi Order and play-flirt with him in the same breath. The silence the fifth time Obi-Wan asked him his name, his real name, the one a parent gave him.

The tears the last time he gave it to him.

"And you're always trying to save me," Vader adds more forcefully now, like the words anger him, "you're always here, showing up almost every time I'm sent somewhere with your stupid smile and stupid words, and you're always nice, and... and teasing, and disappointed when I kill someone, like you expect me to be better, and I don't understand you, but..."

Vader raises his hand towards him, and it's only this sudden move that shakes Obi-Wan out of his stupor. Before the Sith can touch his leg, Obi-Wan calls his lightsaber to him, ignites it in one fluid motion, half-expecting Vader to be up and swaying his saber in his face by now. But the Sith is still on his knees, and it's only now that the blue light of his blade is above him that Obi-Wan realises the state he's in. His face isn't the only thing bruised and battered: his dark tunic is stained with blood and ripped in more than one place, one of his arms is bent in an unnatural way, and it looks like a cut above his hairline is still bleeding, making his curls stick to his face in a mess of wet hair and burned skin.

"Vader," Obi-Wan says slowly, when his thoughts finally regain a semblance of coherence. A rapid investigation through the Force assures him that no other enemy is around and the calm and quiet of the night in the Temple isn't a prequel for a storm. "How did you get in here? What are you doing here? How—"

Vader's hand, stuck in the space between them, reaches once again for Obi-Wan. Foolishly, Obi-Wan lets him. His fingers twist themselves in the fabric of his pants.

"He made me killed them all.” Vader wobbles on his knees for a second, the hand on Obi-Wan's leg gripping it tighter. “No platoons, no battle droids. Just me. He sent me to the power station and I cut through them so easily, so quickly, they didn't even fight back, and I didn't think that..." he trails off, panting. "Until.... until I saw the electro-whips."

"Are you talking about Naphtla?" he asks when Vader doesn't seem to be able to continue.

Naphtla. Outer Rim. Barely on the Republic radar until this afternoon, when nearby troops answered a distress signal and found a hidden Separatist power station operated by slaves. A third of them were dead, killed only a few hours before, and the survivors turned to the Republic for immediate support. Slaughtered like animals, the rescue team reported to the Council only a few hours ago, by one single man wielding a red lightsaber. According to witnesses, the darksider cut through the slaves like bantha butter, killing everyone in his path without discrimination, until he stopped for no apparent reason and abruptly left.

"You were the one who killed the people at the station there," Obi-Wan realises out loud, horrified, "the slaves from Zygerria."

Vader snaps his head up and his fingers tighten painfully around Obi-Wan's knee. "I DIDN'T KNOW!"

All Obi-Wan's senses and logical thoughts urge him to back out, put an end to this nonsensical charade, raise his lightsaber between them, get away from the dark, hungry void Vader generates in the Force.

But his eyes are looking up to him. Gripping his gaze with the same intensity as his hand on his leg. Bloodied face and pleading, on his knees. Full of tears.

Obi-Wan doesn't push Vader's hand away.

"I didn't know they were slaves, I didn't!"

"Vader."

"He never said! He sent me without telling him, he knows I don't—" A small noise sounding suspiciously like a sob swallows the rest of his words.

"Vader, who sent—"

"When I came back," he tries again, quieter. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to ask about this he, but Vader's head lolls for a second, too heavy to support, before butting gently against Obi-Wan's leg. Vader makes no effort to move, content to stay there, and after a second, a small, almost timid nuzzle against his thigh sends a series of shivers through Obi-Wan's spine. It shuts him up instantly. "When I came back, he looked at me for so, so long, before saying that he knew, he knew I was going to fail, that I was... just like them after all, and that I could never... And I was so mad, so angry at him, so I... I..."

The last words are muffled by the fabric Vader clings to. Hides into. There's blood on Obi-Wan's pants now.

"What have you done, Vader?" Obi-Wan asks, softer than he intended. "Vader," he asks again when no reply comes, without success. The hand not holding his lightsaber moves, hesitates for a moment, then settles lightly on Vader's hair, mindful not to touch any open wounds. His fingers nudge him to tip his head back, gently, carefully, and settle on his cheek to hold his face up, looking at him. "Anakin." His name, his true name, makes him blink a few times. "Anakin, what have you done?"

"I killed him," he finally admits, barely audible. He looks exhausted, more like a child in need of rest than ever.

"Who did you kill?"

"My master."

"Dooku? You killed Dooku?"

"No," Vader— Anakin frowns, like Obi-Wan should know better. "Sidious."

It's a bit much to process in one day. Another Sith Lord, Vader's master, concealed and kept a secret, now dead, killed by his apprentice —and does that make Vader the ruling Sith Lord now? Do Sith have rulers?— the lightness in the Force the same day, a half-dead Vader begging for help in the middle of the night in the Jedi Temple, and all of that while Obi-Wan is still wearing his ugly slippers.

He's so glad he sent Ahsoka away for the night.

Anakin doesn't let him time to feel the migraine coming.

"I can't do it, I can't be my master, I can't— and Dooku hates me, he will never help me, even if I let him have it all, he will never..." Vader seems to run out of steam, and lets his eyes close as his head falls once again against Obi-Wan's thigh. Closer. "You said you could help me. You said I could come to you at any time. You said you would always be there if I didn't want to... do this, anymore."

"I did," Obi-Wan assures him, his hand lightly petting his hair again.

Anakin lets out a long breath. His fingers tighten on the fabric of Obi-Wan's pants, loosen, and tighten again.

"You're the only one I trust," the Sith quietly tells the Jedi, and it's the saddest thing Obi-Wan has ever heard.

#appleslakesandeuchre #(I changed the end of your prompt a bit I hope it’s fine with you)#asks #obikin #clem's aus #fic i will never write #always a sith anakin au #ahsoka the next morning is HORRIFIED to find a sith on the couch #like 'I knew you had a huge soft spot for him but really master? REALLY?'#obi-wan 'shh don't raise your voice at him'#fic i did write

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years

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Talking to a friend watching The Mandalorian for the first time and he was like, “Yes, but what if Obi-Wan or Anakin found Din instead of Mandalorians???”

And to be honest, I’m still thinking about it.

Like, Anakin’s training Ahsoka as his padawan, so he’s got his hands full there. (Or maybe it’s the other way around because Anakin, and anyway.)

Obi-Wan who picks this kid up and is reminded a bit (lot) of Qui-Gon and this little blonde kid with the big eyes on a desert planet and anyway.

Cody is like *SIGH* because looks like they’ve got a kid to look after now, hm?

And for whatever reasons - Plot, most likely - everyone is loathe to give little Din up to the proper authorities and whatnot. Presumably no close family, or any family at all, so he’d go into a foster care situation, and it’s just.

They got all attached and such.

And anyway, they’re always off somewhere, no time to put the kids in the right hands, or so they’re told, and just.

Shenanigans in which everyone pretends they know nothing about this kid - yea high - that was discovered on a planet under attack from Separatist forces and no one can seem to find in any computer system anywhere?

Meanwhile the Littlest Clone Trooper is aboard their ship with all these cool uncles and Obi-Wan and of course Cody and the other look after his training - dangerous galaxy and also military ship and anyway.

Din being all curious about lightsabers and Obi-Wan is like “Well, this can;t possibly end badly,” because Din maybe might be Force-sensitive - at the very least the boy’s intuition is incredible - and also.

He has an excellent puppy dog eyes and knows how to use them in such a way they should declared lethal weapons, and anyway.

This kid who was trained by some of the best damn clone troopers and infamous General Kenobi, right?

Things possibly go a different route with Anakin because Obi-Wan inevitably becomes attached to Din, and also co-dad Cody and anyway,

Something is Wrong with Anakin and there’s totally some yelling - Jedi Order and its rules and also some fighting , because of course - but they never hit Mustafar levels of badness and anyway, anyway.

Mace kills Palpatine and the Jedi Order gets a revamp and also, also.

“Din, this is Luke and his sister Leia” with Anakin and Padme introducing him to their kids and can you imagine the shenanigans?

ALSO.

Adventures in which Din comes back with this tiny green gremlin kid Grogu and Obi-Wan, Bo-Katan said you’d know what this is, and then, idk.

More Adventures???

Luke making fun of Mandalore’s new king and almost getting gutted by Bo-Katan or whoever - Paz, maybe? - before Din’s like, no, no, he’s right. I am an idiot, but he’s a moron, and probably a lighsaber duel in which everyone is like, well, this can’t possibly end badly.

Only not so much, because Din is taunting the Jedi and the Jedi is taunting the Mand’alor and then this princess with the neat hairdo interrupts to tel them they’re not getting out of family fun time adventures again you jerks, and anyway.

Weird day, you know?

Also, pretty sure the Jedi and their Mand’alor are married now, but whatevers.

(Idk, okay, friends, just. Yes.)

#star wars nonsense #dinluke #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #long post #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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filipinoizukuu · 3 years

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It's cause the combination of dekus baby face and funny clothing make him look like a 3rd grade kid ready to go on a school field trip 😭

no ok wait this is so funny bc it reminds me of like. this thing i once did.

OK TO PREFACE EVERYTHING. i know how to do fashion. i SWEAR i do. i have like. good hot clothes that will guarantee me the no. 1 spot as the hottest person in the supermarket

BUT

i do like dressing. horribly. just on occassion. only sometimes. because i think its both cute and hilarious

and there was this time where i was wearing. this goddawful get up of like. weird swishy purple skirt and a long sleeved purple tee that had fucking club penguin emblazoned on its front. i wore purple vans and had this ugly jacket on that was also bright purple and fuzzy in the bad way and went to the mall with my long suffering family

and like. you see, we decided to eat at this diner place. a very nice diner place with really good food that was probably FULL of cholesterol and was kinda expensive and had like weirdly sticky floors and patrons that were watching like football or something idk

the waitress comes by and starts pickin up our orders and we go down the line w burgers and calamari and whatever. you get the point. and as the lady is leaving, I'm like 'aw fuck ma im craving something sweet can we please have a brownie?' except not in so many words because no one curses at their asian moms and also no one speaks like that in real life--so i essentially just tug my moms sleeve like a dying victorian child and point at the brownie on their greasy menus.

my mom goes oh ok and asks the waitress to add a brownie to the bill and to not serve it til later because i have as good of an impulse control as a horny rabbit. the waitress hums, looks up, sees me doodling on the paper placemats in my full on fucking hideous club penguin purple regalia and pauses.

"... if youre interested, we have a kids discount."

and like okay. by the eyes of the law and also my very energetic grandma, i am what you could describe as a child.

but see. the discount they were offering. right. funny thing was that it. was for kids below 9 years old.

im sitting there, 15 and literally in highschool, working on research essays and joining the debate team, contemplating the fact that i was offered a discount because of my fucking club penguin tee. i say nothing, my brother holds me back, and my mom nods and says sure!! we'd love that!! so the waitress lady smiles and does nothing to verify my actual age because i just really actually do have a baby face and also im real fucking short.

she finishes taking our orders and the waitress does her whole spiel. but then, in a spur of hunger-powered brilliance, my family decides to really REALLY nail it in. from her huge handbag reserved for tired soccer moms, my mother hands me her phone and tells me with the straightest fucking expression:

"since we're going to wait a bit for our food, why dont you go play candy crush for a bit, codi?"

and with those very words my soul ascends and i take the phone and then swear an oath on every higher power that exists to never fucking enter that diner ever again--the end.

moral of the story: if you arent equipped enough to dress well and use pretty privilege, then dressing like a fucking toddler and holding your moms shock proof otter case android will get you discounts too

#asks #anon #no one asked but i needed to share anyway #long post

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Cautious

Requested by anon: Honestly just in need of more Richard content, he’s too underrated 😭 so ig if you could just do something angsty where he meets the reader for the first time but feels like need to push her away and treat her like he treated Jonas at first but eventually they are warming up to each other and he starts to tell her how he feels about her and honestly idk how to continue so its up to you 😭 im just in need for some Richard content whenever you have the time 💞 💞

Pairing: Richard x Female!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff

Words: 1,846

Note: Okay so like slight inspiration from Babydoll’s crying scene in Sucker Punch, and I listened to Asleep and Where Is My Mind (Sucker Punch OST Versions) while writing so those are some recommendations of mine 😅

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @darling-i-read-it, @fandom-puff

Masterlist | Cody Fern Masterlist

Ever since Jonah was discharged, Richard had gone back to how he was before. No one was there to help him. With anything. So what was the point of trying? What was the point if it would be the same every time? He built his barrier back up, blocking out everyone.

So when a new girl arrived, no one was surprised at the thought that he would shut her out as well. She didn’t even notice him until her second day. Walking over to the chairs and tv, Y/n stretched her arms up with a yawn. She looked around, studying the people who were up already.

It was odd, she could admit, but it was one of her favorite things to do. Just, observe people. See what their expressions said when their words were blocked out by the sound around her. However, this little activity of hers caused her to stumble upon the one and only, Richard.

She found that he interested her beyond anything or anyone ever had. Entranced with him, she made her way to the armchair he sat in. “Hi. I’m Y/n.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t respond. Didn’t even look at her. Something in her felt hurt by this. Y/n felt agitated with the fact that he was ignoring her.

Shifting on her feet, she tried again. “Uhm... What’s your name?”

“It’s no use.” A girl on the floor mumbled, eyes never leaving the tv. “He’s like a mute. Only, he can talk...just chooses not to. Ever since Jonah left, he kinda...”

“Who’s Jonah?” Y/n turned to face the girl, walking over and sitting beside her. Her interest in Richard became interest in Jonah, interest in Richard’s past.

They talked for a while, the girl explained how Jonah was the asshole of the place, how he had begun to grow kinder as he hung out with Richard, how they’d been caught in bed together. It took Y/n by surprise, her eyes immediately finding Richard, but the girl laughed and told her that her “dirty mind could ease up” as nothing happened.

Y/n made it her mission to warm up to Richard. She continued to watch him, allowing her eyes to see every detail about him, even the ones he probably never noticed. That was one of the many things about being a “people watcher”. She could notice the unnoticed.

One day, she finally broke through his barrier; just not in the way she wanted.

“What is wrong with you?!” He’d pushed past her in the hallway, ignoring the call of his name until she snapped. “You don’t talk, you don’t acknowledge, you don’t even blink! I try, like really try, to be your friend but you-”

“Maybe I don’t want friends.”

“Well- I- ...Jonah was your friend.”

By the fact that Richard stumbled, hesitating with his words for a moment, Y/n could tell that she’d caught him off guard. “Don’t talk about him.”

“He was a dick. He was a dick until he became your friend. So why do you just let a guy like that into your life but you won’t let a girl, who genuinely wants to be your friend, anywhere into your social life?”

Richard backed her into a wall, glaring at her as she bent her knees, cowering with wide eyes. “Don’t. Talk. About. Him.”

“I’m not scared of you.” To prove her words, she took a sharp inhale of air before standing up fully, furrowing her eyebrows and swallowing. “I want to be your friend. I get that you may not be used to that, but please. All I’m asking is that you give me a chance.”

He stopped. His eyes darted around the room, a tell that he was thinking. “Okay. I’ll give you a chance.” With his final words, he left the hall, leaving her alone under the flickering light.

His chance wasn’t as much of a chance as Y/n liked. All he really did was allow her to sit by him and exchange hellos or good mornings. It wasn’t much, but it was progress. And progress was what would lead to the goal.

But the progress was stuck at the same spot, proving that his chance really wasn’t a chance.

Richard walked past the bathrooms, headed for the men’s. That’s when he heard it. Distinct sobbing from the women’s. He knew he shouldn’t be in there, but he went anyways, brows scrunched with concern and confusion. Normally, he wouldn’t think twice; but it was late, he was too tired to shut out his emotions, and he couldn’t help but feel empathy for the mystery person.

Opening the door slowly, as to not scare the person, he walked in. Surprise met his features when his eyes came across Y/n, practically huddled up in a ball on the bathroom floor. One of her knees was up, in front of her chest, and the other was lying flat on the floor. One of her arms ran through her hair as the other laid limp by her side.

Richard didn’t talk. He just walked over, sat next to her, exchanged eye contact with the puffy eyed girl and pulled her in his chest as tight as he could. She cried into his shoulder, holding him to herself just as tight as he held her. They stayed like that for awhile, just holding each other as Y/n cried.

When the time came, she pulled away and wiped her eyes. “Thank you, Richard.”

“You’re welcome...”

They had a rendezvous every night, Richard sneaking into the women’s bathroom and holding her close to him as her shoulders heaved, tears streaming down her face and wetting his night-shirt.

Their relationship outside the bathroom was the pretty much the same as it had been prior to his late night discovery. The same greetings and silence. The same everything... but one thing had definitely changed. Richard allowed Y/n to get closer to him, as she wanted, and said goodbyes and goodnights, exchanging smiles and slight lingering eye contact.

Despite their public life being shy, their bathroom-meet ups had grown into something...beautiful.

There was a night where Y/n couldn’t sleep, as usual, but felt like a drained battery. So, Richard extended his legs and patted his thighs,

“You can sleep, I’ll keep watch.”

“But- ...For what?”

“Workers, other people...monsters.” He smiled teasingly, ignoring his own demons subconsciously.

And that night, as his hand rubbed the top of her head soothingly, he swore he felt his heart stop.

He looked at her, furrowing his eyebrows and inhaling shakily. There was just something about her. Something he was just now noticing as he scanned her sleeping face. She turned slightly, breathing strangely- rushed.

Richard recognized the breathing pattern as a nightmare, tears of his own rushing down his cheeks as he pulled her close to him. Staring at the wall, he smiled to himself.

Then there was the night she noticed something herself.

Eyes trained on the smallest divots of the floor, her head resting on Richard’s shoulder as his rested on hers- she knew it.

She leaned closer to him, tears flooding her face again. Only, this time, they were tears of joy. Content. Love. Thinking he was asleep, guessing by the calmed breathing leaving his lips and the stillness of his body, she laughed to herself softly.

“What have you done to me, you quiet bastard?”

Richard was conscious though. And it brought a smile to his lips that he tried to fight back. Luckily, with the redness of his cheeks, it also gave him a goal of his own. Flashbacks of the night he realized his feelings for her zipped in and out of his head.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

This was the night he’d do it. The red in her eyes was slowly fading; Richard had shown up earlier tonight and calmed her down, hugging her until he told himself to stop being a chicken.

But he couldn’t do it. His eyes met hers, mouth opening to confess- but he couldn’t do it. They drifted back to the floor. He didn’t have the confidence nor the faith that she’d say yes. Richard, knowing he couldn’t chicken out, not after weeks of preparing himself, took a deep breath. Then he did it.

Eyes slowly meeting hers again,

“Richard? What were you going to-”

He lunged in and kissed her. His hand gripped the back of her head as their lips moved in synch. Surprise ran through him as she kissed back; her hands combing through his locks and holding him close to her.

They pulled away, chest heaving as their lungs roped oxygen back into their bodies.

Y/n touched her lips, her eyes flicking back up to his as her mouth formed a smile and a giggle escaped it. Richard chuckled along, a slight nervousness coursing through the adrenaline rush, which he could thank their kiss for.

They stopped laughing and avoided eye contact with each other. An awkward tension, new to the two, formed between them. Richard felt responsible for it, as he was the one who initiated the kiss. “I’m sor-”

All of his worries were shot down when she pushed her lips back into his.

Richard may not have been great with words, but his feelings were known by Y/n. Soon enough, their bathroom progress turned into public progress.

Sometimes Y/n in front of his chair, by his feet, or on his lap as they watched tv. Sometimes Y/n would be found in Richard’s room, either cuddling or giggling as he tickled her, or drew her, or as he or she drew on the other while they listened to music- just whatever “cute couple” kind of things they could do.

Their nightly meetups were ongoing. Most of the time it was in the bathroom, but there were times when Richard snuck Y/n into his room. He often was the big spoon, but when the nightmares came despite her presence, she turned and got him to turn as well, promoting herself from small spoon.

But the time they feared came.

She was talked to by one of the staff members, told she was able to leave now. Her heart told her to make a choice, and when she was pulled into a hug, arms wrapped around her torso as the person pulled her onto their lap and allowing her to see her boyfriend’s face, she decided to do it.

Just as everyone thought the clinic was about to discharge her, Richard sitting in his chair and looking around with confusion, she walked back into the room and plopped into her boyfriends lap.

“Where were you? They- they said you were le-”

She pecked his lips before snatching the remote and clicking through the channels. “Nah. They’re not gonna get rid of me that easily.” Y/n smiled, feeling Richard, lips formed in a smile of his own, kiss the back of her head. A silent thank you, I love you, and response all at the same time.

Once again, someone had finally broken the barrier of the quiet, cautious boy. And he was grateful.

#richard x reader #cody fern x reader #the last time i saw richard x reader #the last time i saw richard #richard #cody fern #tltisr #tltisr x reader #the last time i saw richard imagine #the last time i saw richard reader insert #tltisr imagine #tltisr reader insert #reader insert #x reader #all readers #zodiyack #got carried away pt 2 #i didn't know how to end it #also sorry if it sucks

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countessofbiscuit · 4 years

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For the ask thing: N, T, W for tcw :)

ヽ(゜∇゜)ノ

N: Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom.

An appreciation for how massive the GAR really is — even if you subscribe to the ridiculously low-balled canonical size of the army, Fives has no reason to be chummy with everyone, ffs. If Anakin and Obi-Wan weren’t attached at the hip, Rex and Cody would hardly ever lay eyes on each other because there is such a disparity in rank (which should indicate a wildly different brief, but lol, this is TCW, where a marshal commander leads from the trenches and a mere captain has a seat at the strategy table). Obviously, this is just a personal gripe: I don’t actually care how people choose to approach the GAR in their stories, this is all about having fun … *I* just have more fun reading fics that are somewhat grounded in realities.

Mating cycles/heats — idk it just seems to me that this fandom with a plethora of alien species to play with doesn’t explore reproductive diversity and weirdness enough.

Tolerance of clonecest (or whatever the hell you wanna call it, I use that term as shorthand; whether or not clone-on-clone maps onto IRL incest taboos is an essay for another day) — it’s just … it’s interesting to me that folks are more squicked by the possibility that two identical walking war crimes may frot because they have no one else and find some small measure of comfort in each other than, idk, the brutal realities of their lives where death, mutilation, and maiming are omnipresent — and this pervasive idea that clones are the Goodest Bois just out there wearing flower crowns and frying only droids all day makes me : \ This isn’t an exhortation for people to just ‘get over’ their squicks, but I do believe in examining them.

T: Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Headcanon: Cody is not a born-again Mando nor does he have any time for whatever watered-down Mandalorian bullshit filtered down from the Spec Ops wing.

Question this headcanon first sought to answer: Why doesn’t Cody wear a kama?

Id-scratching Justification: He loves this thighs.

Plausible Justification: He likes his legs to be unencumbered for roundhouse kicks.

Solid Justification I’ve adopted from kaasknot: He earned his advanced-recon stripes in ARF not ARC school.

My Meta Justification: The line clones do not adopt Mandalorian culture or language wholesale.

I can’t even qualify this with “call me a RepComm snob, but …” because there’s even LESS foundation for the clones-are-vode idea in the new canon. From where would they have imbibed it? Outside the brief nod to Fenn Rau’s pilot instructor days on Kamino, new canon has not given us any reason to believe the line clones had Mandalorian trainers. And even if you discount new canon’s Jango-is-not-a-Mandalorian heresy, Kamino would not be at pains to emphasize their products’ connection to a culture so perennially at odds with their client (the Jedi/Republic).

Upon deployment, really almost anything goes; but to say that clone culture wouldn’t hold up pretty firm in the face of other galactic cultures is a little demeaning, and however much people absorb in their search for identity, why would the clones have immediately glomped onto Mandalorian concepts? Why not Corellian? Or Kuatian? Or Chandrillan? Or hells, even Force traditions? Someone may have pointed out to the odd clone, “hey, y’all were made in the image of a notorious Mandalorian!” and set some wheels turning, and sure, Boil was resourceful enough to do his own homework and decide that he quite liked the precepts of a certain group of Mandalorian paramilitary extremists and wanted to slap their sigil on his helmet, but there’d be such a diversity of osmotic experiences in an army of millions/billions spread out across a galaxy that I simply cannot buy the idea that the clones all woke up one fine day thinking of themselves as Mando or Mando-adjacent.

Setting aside new canon, which I find deathly dull, I prefer RepComm, with its assertion that many of the RCs are born-again Mandos after their sergeants (indeed, the Republic almost has a fifth-columnist problem in Spec Ops with the True Mando influence of the Nulls and certain Alpha ARCs), but the average line trooper view of that mentality is “y'all are a fucking cult.”

The line troops would identify firstly as brothers and soldiers of the Republic, and they would’ve had close to 0 touchpoints with the Prime Clone. In fact, many might resent the connection, especially deeper into deployment (“What has Mandalore ever done for me? They're a bunch of loose cannons — if they aren't refusing to lend a hand, they're actively leading Sep militias for pay. Fuck the lot of them,” etc. etc.). It would have required a shitton of cultural and linguistic leakage from the Spec Ops wing for the bulk of the line troopers to know even more than a handful of words in Mando’a at the time of Geonosis. (I can believe swear words would’ve been adopted hella fast, if only to fill a vacuum.)

But again, the army is not a monolith, and I am fully on board with the idea that some Alpha ARCs made it their mission to teach Vode An to every unit they came across and the sheer epicness made it wildly popular, and that they spread certain words and concepts (vod, shebs, di’kut, Manda, oya, kara, kandosii, etc.) like a rash. Or a company or two got teamed with a Mando sergeant and two squads of RCs for a month and were belting out “Coruscant'a aden mhi” by the end of it. Or a division found itself with an Alpha-ARC XO when their Jedi General's CC got popped two weeks after Geonosis and Alpha-89 wouldn’t rest until every trooper knew Dha Werda Verda by heart and backwards. Just … show me the work — why should I accept that Bly speaks fluent Mando’a in the bedroom? WHY? Invest me in your clone-culture worldbuilding!

ANYWAY, to bring this back round to my die-on-this-hill headcanon about Cody … he doesn’t like kamas or feel compelled to wear one. Setting aside fun Cody-was-an-Alpha-trained-spec-ops-intern-for-a-month-and-hated-it backstories aside, I just don’t think the dude had the time of day for all that the Manda are watching us warrior brethren, hold your buy’ce high vode, one tribe one dream osik. His identity is wrapped up in overseeing the Third Army and serving as General Kenobi’s right-hand man; on balance (if we’re trying to be realistic, see: above), Cody interacts more with natborn officers and Jedi and fellow CCs than your average ground pounder trooper, and Obi-Wan and Republic officers certainly aren’t going to wax lyrical about Mandalore anytime soon. Obviously, Marshal Fucking Commander Cody is well within his rights to read whatever he wants and talk to whomever he wants and adopt whatever beliefs and language he wants. He has all the resources at this fingertips and clearance that would probably make a lot of natborn admins in REPINT weep. But I don’t personally see him going Mando, though it amuses him to watch Rex try :p The minute Cody earnestly starts using Mando’a in a fic, I’m usually out.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Hmm. I spent a good hour’s walk thinking about this and came up blank. Hate is a strong word anyway, and if it’s well-written, I can be sold on anything. But, I can almost guarantee I will never click on ABO unless it’s been recc’d or written by a friend. Not because I have any moral objection, just that it doesn’t interest me and good characterization is often lost to the mandatory ABO dynamics.

… on the flip side, I will ALWAYS click on Fuck-or-Die :D

#felt like essaying i guess #commander cody #clone troopers #GAR #clonecest #asks

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bloodpacks-archive · 4 years

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ghost

word count: 2.5k

summary: she and obi-wan have lots of moments in their lives. They love every moment, however faded they end up being.

warnings: canon-typical violence but uh. otherwise it’s chill. idk it gets sad does that count

Meetings had ended earlier that day, and so she found her way to Obi-Wan’s quarters, walking through hall after hall, admiring Coruscant’s lights from the inside. Her knuckles are a soft tapping on the door. Behind it, she can Obi-Wan and Anakin’s quiet chatter.

She hopes she isn’t too early.

To her surprise, it’s Anakin who opens the door, a little taller than his day’s on Chandrila, and as Obi-Wan loves to brag about, finally a little more used to the cold.

“It’s good to see you, Ani,” She says. He smiles at her, eye level, she notes, and steps back, allowing her into the room.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” He replies. He disappears behind a corner, and before she knows it, she can hear Obi-Wan’s voice, bright and clear.

“Anakin, you know I wish things were-“ He pauses when he sees her, and although unnoticeable to the untrained eye, she sees the way he relaxes, ever so slightly, when he sees her. He sighs then, bringing his gaze back to Anakin.

“We’ll try again tomorrow, but I think we both need to get our minds off things.”

“Of course, Master,” Anakin replies. Obi-Wan gives him a smile, solemn in nature, and watches as he leaves. As Anakin passes her, he gives her a nod, as formal as always, and lets the door fall shut behind him.

Obi-Wan lets out a sigh.

“I assume that’s not of relief?” She asks. She walks towards him, and Obi-Wan just leans against the wall, closing his eyes as her hands find their way to his.

“Sometimes, I wish things were easier,” He replies.

“Happier?” She asks. It’s a call to a different time, when the only lights she knew of were Hanna City and the hills were their place of solace.

“Happier,” He repeats. His eyes meet hers. They look tired, worn from everything and she just wants to make things better. Her hand raises to his cheek, and he leans into her touch, letting her run her thumb over his cheekbone, ever so delicately.

The setting sun shines its colors over them, making Obi-Wan look like a beacon of light more than a tired Jedi.

“The sun is setting, my dear,” She whispers. He hums, leaning so he can wrap his arms around her waist. His chin rests on her shoulder, her fingers combing through his hair.

“That means it’ll be a new day soon.” Her voice is delicate as she speaks, the two of them beginning to sway as though there were music.

“The new day can’t come soon enough,” He replies.

“No,” She begins, pulling them away so she can look at him fully, “But we can always pass the time.”

She begins to move him, just as though they were dancing, lifting his arms up so she can spin around. She sings a quiet tune, one she’d heard when she was young on Chandrila, something mothers would sing to daughters when they were upset. The song is a bit of a mess, with some made-up words and eventually she just sings whatever comes to mind, but it works. Whatever joy the song was meant to bring out, has begun, because she sees the way Obi-Wan smiles now as he spins her, as he sways with her, as they move about the room in the setting sun.

It’s not long until their mixed laughter fills the room, the song nothing but a jumble of half-attempted notes. But it’s enough, especially when she looks up at Obi-Wan, and sees the way he smiles down at her. Without a second thought, she leans up, pressing her lips to his as they continue to sway. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his around her waist. They laugh into each other, happy to simply be where they are.

—————

The music is soft out here, on the balcony. It reminds her of that night at the Senate gathering, with her champagne dress and Obi’s laughter and them sneaking around like teenagers drunk on something other than alcohol.

The music isn’t hers, it’s from an apartment a few stories down, across the street. One of their windows is open, and she can feel the way the music pulls her in. It’s soft, slow, something sweet. Like a song between two lovers.

She’s waiting for him tonight. He’d been sent to Hanna City as extra protection once again, Anakin off to do more studying with other masters. For a few nights, he’d be here. For a few nights, their love could exist both at day and night.

She can hardly wait.

Then, as if on cue, the door opens behind her, and two arms wrap around her waist, ever so carefully.

“You’re lucky I know it’s you,” She says. She turns in his arms, letting her back hit the railing as she looks up at him. “Anyone else and they would’ve been killed instantly.”

He laughs, “I’m afraid you’re more bark than you are bite, my love.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of politics?” She teases. Obi-Wan laughs again, bringing her in closer.

“The music’s nice,” Obi-Wan says, more to the air around them than to her directly.

“I believe it’s from long before our time,” She replies.

And still, Obi-Wan knows it. He hums the tune, softly, the sound barely more than a vibration passing between them. She lets her arms wrap around him, leaning her head onto his shoulder.

And so they sway, gently, barely a form of dance at all. The music passes between them, whether from the apartment down below or Obi’s soft humming, but it’s there nevertheless. It’s comforting, a reminder of being home no matter what planet they’re on.

He kisses the top of her head.

It all feels like home, like a bit of comfort wherever she goes. She lets her eyes fall shut, lets his humming sooth her until she feels nothing except for him and this moment.

Warmth is all she can think of as he pulls her inside, away from the music, and into her bed. Falling asleep peacefully, as long as she’s beside him.

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This particular gala is loud.

These are her least favorite kinds of gatherings. Loud music, lots of people, and dancing. If she’s being honest, she’s started to associate dancing with her and Obi-Wan’s peaceful isolation. Not politics.

Either way, her grey dress managed to blend her into the crowd tonight. Something she’s utterly grateful for.

That, of course, doesn’t stop Obi-Wan.

He finds her along the walls, quietly observing to avoid being pulled into a dance by a certain Senator Clovis (ever since Senator Amidala turned him down, he’d been on quite the chase).

“Do they ever give you Jedi a break?” She asks as he approaches. He laughs, leaning against the wall as he shakes his head.

“I’m afraid not,” He replies.

They stand a bit apart, much more than either of them want to be. It’s been a while since they’ve last seen each other. His hair is getting longer (much to her dismay) and from the looks of it, he desperately needs some rest.

Their only contact over the past few months have been scarce holovids and the occasional chat while in passing. To say the least, she misses him. If they could do it without raising suspicions, she’d ask him to dance with her in the crowd.

It’s still too risky. After all, their love exists in isolation.

She leans her head back against the wall, closes her eyes and simply sighs.

“I know,” Obi-Wan says, “I’m thinking it too.”

She lets her head fall in his direction, opens her eyes and just looks at him. She hates the way her throat closes up.

“I’ve missed you so much,” She says.

Obi-Wan smiles at her, solemnly.

“How much longer do you think we have until we can leave?” He asks.

She lets her eyes scan the room, finding Senator Mothma speaking with Senator Organa and Senator Amidala, Anakin close by—as always.

“I think the senators can handle themselves,” She replies, and Obi-Wan smiles, fully this time, and happily—as well as hopefully nonchalantly—follows her to her quarters.

That night, they don’t dance. There’s enough of that outside. Instead, they just talk. Catching up, letting things flow past their lips before they really think about them. Their laughter is unbridled, both of their faces hurting from smiling to much. At the end of the night, he holds her close, humming until she falls asleep.

When he leaves part way through the night, she doesn’t feel any colder. She knows his love is still there, however far he may be.

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She feels numb. Time passes, but she doesn’t feel a second go by. Every moment is happening at once. Every smile, every bit of laughter, every time they said goodbye.

She’d seen enough of the footage to know that holding onto hope was going to hurt more than the alternative. She saw the way the clones turned, without warning. And what she hadn’t seen, she’d heard.

There weren’t any Jedi on Chandrila. She supposes she should consider herself lucky. At least she didn’t have to witness anything first hand, right?

It feels cold here. She’s sitting on the floor on her apartment, slumped against a coffee table. After Senator Mothma had informed her of the situation, once the hologram disappeared, she collapsed. She knows she screamed, she can still feel its damage in her throat, but she can’t remember the sound.

Obi-Wan is gone, she thinks. Her tears start up again, falling down her face with no regard. Anakin is gone, she thinks. Her thoughts drift to the young boy she’d first met in her old apartment, who’d looked up at Obi-Wan with such admiration, she couldn’t help but copy it.

She’d met Commander Cody, on multiple occasions. He’d been sweet, dedicated to his job certainly, but kind. He was the perfect match for Obi-Wan, both of them serious in their own way, both of them with unmatched kindness and love for those around them.

She hopes it wasn’t him that took the shot. She hopes it wasn’t anyone who took the shot, she hopes there was something wrong with the clones she saw and Obi-Wan’s squadron was fine.

She knows false hope when she feels it.

She’d met Rex too, and Ahsoka, god, she hopes Ahsoka’s safe, that she hasn’t seen any of this or that she has and she knows to stay away.

Captain Rex, she thinks. Compassionate, solid, confident, a friend to Anakin and Obi-Wan.

She just wishes them all safety. Each and every one of them. She wishes them all to be okay.

Her wishes are desperate grasps.

She wants to go back.

This apartment doesn’t feel like home anymore. She wants to go back to her place on the outskirts of Hanna City, wants to live with Luca and Le’Ana and meet Obi-Wan and Anakin for the first time again. She wants to be back on the hills, flirting and learning more about Obi as every minute passed by.

She’d give every achievement in her life back if she could go back to that one moment.

Eventually, her eyes are too fatigued from tears to stay open. She falls asleep on that floor, dreaming of a different time, when any place on the galaxy could’ve felt like home.

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“Love.” It’s a voice, just above her. There’s hands on her shoulders. They’re delicate, soft, they feel comforting.

When she finally opens her eyes, she’s met with pretty blue eyes, tired, sad, but pretty.

“Love, please, I don’t have much time,” He says.

“Obi?” She says, her hand comes up without her realizing it, fingers light on his cheek. Her breath escapes her. She repeats his name again, her other hand coming up around his face. She feels one of his hands on her lower back, bringing her closer. Her chest feels like it’s bursting, she wants to pull him as close as possible, wants to hold him and never let go.

“I thought-“

“It’s all true,” He says. “And I have to leave, but I couldn’t disappear without saying goodbye-“

“Disappear?” She asks.

“I have to go into hiding. I can’t tell you where, they could hurt you but-“

“Take me with you,” Is all she says. He stops, eyes wide as he looks at her.

“What? No, they need you here and you’ve worked so hard to get to where you are and-“

“Obi,” She says, firmly. “You need me too. And I’m not letting you live alone for the rest of your life.”

His eyes flit over her face, he’s considering, but she holds her ground. There isn’t a doubt that crosses her mind.

“Obi-Wan,” She whispers, “I’m not letting you go through this alone.”

His face is in her hands again, soft against his cheeks. He lets out a sigh, and his face relaxes.

“Okay,” He replies, “We have to hurry.”

—————

Even years later, she still finds herself missing the cold winds of Chandrila. Despite that, she knows she would make the same decision a million times over. Tatooine, despite being foreign and scary and incredibly isolating, feels like home now.

Luke isn’t far, which means Obi can keep an eye on him. Sworn to his duty, as always.

When Obi-Wan returns home today, his eyes look sad. He’s worn.

He sits on their bed today, head in his hands. She sits next to him, a delicate hand rubbing up and down his back.

“Do you ever miss it?” He asks.

“Almost everyday,” She replies. He looks up at her, shaking his head.

“I never should’ve let you leave-“

“Hey,” She says, cutting him off, “I never said I regretted it.”

He sighs, leaning into her.

“I couldn’t let you be out here all alone. Could you imagine? You’d go insane,” She says.

He lets out some semblance of laughter. It’s enough.

“I miss our nights on Coruscant,” He says. She looks out. The sky’s turned a purple hue. She can see the red giant, lower in the sky than it’s lighter counterpart.

And so she stands up, Obi-Wan watching her with curious eyes as she stays in front of him, hand outstretched.

“The suns are setting, my dear,” She says.

He smiles, taking her hand to stand with her.

“That means it’ll be a new day soon,” He finishes.

Quiet laughter fills their small home, and soon enough they’re both singing an old Chandrilan tune. One neither of them know the lyrics of, but they sing anyway. Obi-Wan switches, halfway, to an old song that was once hummed on a balcony. One before their time, and even longer before their time on Tatooine.

Those memories are ghosts now. Fading, lovely ghosts of the happiest days of their lives. Everyday, she wishes for them to come back.

Everyday, she reminds herself that her wishes are just false hope, but she keeps them anyway.

She loves her ghostly memories after all. However faded, however melancholy, they’re still hers to keep.

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machine-gun-casie · 4 years

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73 questions.

I was tagged by @wescoasts (just found out what ur url means lol also love you)

I tag @angrylizardjacket @enchantedamusedslightlyconfused @ticketstomydownfall @actinglikethat @machine-gun-colson @storiesforallfandoms @harringtonstudios (ik some of yall have been tagged i just dont have other friends)

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

like a 2

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

#¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

kells is gonna be like half these answers #sorrynotsorry

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

...what is that? google says its a tent?

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

uh im not sure but maybe that my grandma almost killed me when i was 6? idk im not a private person

What’s your wakeup ritual?

wake up whenever (woke up at 9pm today? sleep schedule? i dont know her), check phone on the toilet, brush teeth, join family downstairs as they applaud my appearance because they never see me.

What’s your go to bed ritual?

skincare (when im not dying on the inside), watch an episode of something, watch some asmr (dont judge me it helps me sleep), and pass out for 12 hours.

What’s your favorite time of day?

witching hour

Your go to for having a good laugh?

tiktok or my fav youtubers currently cody ko kurtis conner drew gooden and danny gonzalez

Dream country to visit?

im grateful to be well travelled but i wish i stayed in bruges for longer it was so beautiful

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

my last birthday was a surprise party, was pretty surprised

Heels or flats/sneakers?

either heels or adidas nmds literally no in between

Vintage or new?

new

Who do you want to write your obituary?

we dont do those where im from

Style icon?

no one in particular tbh but i do love the soft girl aesthetic

What are three things you can’t live without?

my friends and family, writing, and some sort of order in my life

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

i dont cook but saffron is amazing with everything almost

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

make dinner? no one i would burn it all. have dinner with? kells. #sorrynotsorry

What’s your biggest fear in life?

Failure.

Window or aisle seat?

aisle, i need to pee man

What’s your current TV obsession?

roadies

Favorite app?

tumblr

Secret talent?

i sing sometimes

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

flew a plane

How would you define yourself in three words?

loyal, empathetic, and creative

Favourite piece of clothing you own?

i dont own it but i steal it all the time, my dad’s old jean jacket from niagara falls

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

over sized hoodies

Superpower you would want?

read peoples’ minds and be invisible

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

kells and his story

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

do whatever, literally no one cares.

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

standing up for yourself is not selfish.

A book that everyone should read?

the whole series of unfortunate events. i aspire to be as crazy a writer as lemony snicket

What would you like to be remembered for?

my kindness?

How do you define beauty?

beauty is in the eye of the beholder. what i find beautiful changes everyday

What do you love most about your body?

my lips and my hair and the color of my skin (im like a soft caramel and i like it and im tired of people telling me that it isnt attractive)

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

sleep, sit out in the sun, cuddle if u can

Favourite place to view art?

museums

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

i have no clue

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

piano

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

on the side of my ribcage

Dolphins or koalas?

dolphins

What’s your spirit animal?

a phoenix

Best gift you’ve ever received?

my mom gave me a beautiful gold necklace with my initial in arabic i wear it every day

Best gift you’ve ever given?

i gave this girl a jar full of little slips of paper they were a hundred reasons why i loved her. also one day she was craving these gummies and ringpops and they dont sell those here and i ordered a huge box just for her. we ain’t friends anymore.

What’s your favourite board game?

game of life or battleship

What’s your favourite colour?

blue/pink/yellow

Least favourite colour?

orange

Diamonds or pearls?

diamonds

Drugstore makeup or designer?

both are nice

Blow-dry or air-dry?

air-dry!! love my curls

Pilates or yoga?

sleep

Coffee or tea?

tea

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

moist.

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

dark mint chocolate

Stairs or elevator?

elevator

Summer or winter?

summer

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?

mangoes

A desert you don’t like?

cant think of any

A skill you’re working on mastering?

typing in arabic and writing angst

Best thing to happen to you today?

we’re living through a pandemic, nothing good happens now

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

that i have an angelic voice

Favorite smell?

orange blossom or rose

Hugs or kisses?

hugs!! i was voted best hugger

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

misconceptions about muslims

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

saw a vlog where two sisters went to gym and i cried cuz i miss my sister

Lipstick or lip gloss?

gloss!!

Sweet or savoury?

sweet

Girl crush?

alessia cara

How you know you’re in love?

idk ive never been

Song you can listen to on repeat?

the break up by kells

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

id rather not

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

becoming an aunt!!

#j talks #mutuals #tumblr games

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parkerspicedlatte · 5 years

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I was tagged by legit one of my biggest supporters @aulxna thank you hun! I think i did this a month or so ago but whatever, i change daily so here goes:

Nickname: Reetz, Ria, Poof (@hey-its-grey i didn’t forget this time!)

Gender: Female.

Height: 5′4′’

Time: 6:35pm

Where I’m From: Little 1500 town in Ontario, Canada

Hogwarts House: I legit have no idea....

Favorite Animals: Elephants and goats (don’t @ me)

Favorite Bands/Artists: currently i am obsesed with halfmoonrun (going to see them this weekend), 5sos (duh), CCR, Cage the Elephant, Harry Styles, Cody Simpson (only the 2015 album really), Shawn Mendes (not the new stuff), Destinys Child, Lynard Skynyrd, Jack Johnson, The Offspring, David Bowie, The Kinks, The Struts, and All Time Low

Favorite Food: Poutine or just fries and gravy

Song Stuck In My Head: Independance Day-5sos (yes really)

Last Movie I Saw: Midnight in Paris (plus half of To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before)

Last Thing I Googled: If eating fire flies can make your teeth glow, im not even remotely kidding

Other blogs: I had one that was literally just shit post about weird things that happened in my fam but I haven’t used it in over a year

Do I Get Asks: More than before

Why This URL: I did it in the fall cause I was feeling like a basic white girl and craving her pumpkin spiced latte and idk i thought it was cute

Number Of Blankets: 2-5 depends, not including top sheet

Followers: 800+

Lucky Number: 20

What Am I Wearing: Black sports bra and pj pants (just got home from work and out of shower....im not usually like this!)

Average Amount Of Sleep: anywheres from 3 hours to 12

Dream Job: Professional hot celebrity cuddler

Dream Trip: Driving a bus across Australia with my hubby

Instruments: Guitar and I can sing but I don’t

Eye Color: Blue-grey, sometimes they go super dark, like almost black. Old people hate it!

Hair Color: 4 different shades of blonde

Aesthetics: rain, tea mug, mexican blanket, campfire sweater, notebook and pen, classical guitar, and fizzy socks

Languages I Speak: English, French, and a tiny but of ASL

When I Created This Account: Wanted to write and get honest opinions from people who don’t know me personally

Best Memory: A/N

Best Pun: Dude just don’t go there, puns just aren’t punny enough to be jokes

Random Fact: when i was 11 i had to go to a plastic sergon...not my best day

Tagging @hey-its-grey @winniesutherland @celestialparker @converse-luke @tequila-clifford

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teael-archive · 5 years

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simself tag

i was tagged by @gunthermunch mwah!

i tag: @dawsim @nightvy @sage-pie @faunakii @peachy-flesh and anyone else who wants to do this yes

traits: lazy, goofball, hot-headed

You have to make a simself and put whatever you wish there, traits, anything about you. After the keep reading thingy are +100 questions I found that you can answer if you want, but you don’t have to.

𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨:

What is your full name? jadelynn

What is your nickname? jade, jadie, jada

Birthday? june 13th

What is your favorite book series? hunger games bc that’s the only book series ive ever read

Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? both tbqh

Who is your favorite author? don’t have one lol

What is your favorite radio station? i mean if podcast count tiny meat gang and mile higher podcast yupyup

What is your favorite flavor of anything? cherry and blue rasberry

What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? lit

What is your current favorite song? killer queen cover by 5sos

What is your favorite word? lit

What was the last song you listened to? thug life - bh

What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? shameless

What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? moana lmaoo

Do you play video games? yessir

What is your biggest fear? getting kidnapped

What is your best quality, in your opinion? my sense of humor

What is your worst quality, in your opinion? my temper

Do you like cats or dogs better? i have a love hate relationship with both but dogs

What is your favorite season? spring or fall

Are you in a relationship? nope single and ready to cry

What is something you miss from your childhood? not caring so much about anything

Who is your best friend? i dont have a best friend bc the last “best firend” i had was super clingy lmao

What is your eye color? brown

What is your hair color? brown

Who is someone you love? me

Who is someone you trust? me

Who is someone you think about often? me

Are you currently excited about/for something? CHRISTMAAASSS

What is your biggest obsession? watching imvu trolling lmaoo

What was your favorite TV show as a child? hannah montana and suit life of zack and cody bc i had a crush on dylan sprouse

Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? uhhhh

Are you superstitious? not really

Do you have any unusual phobias? i have a fear of dropping my phone in water lool

Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? depends

What is your favorite hobby? sleeping

What was the last book you read? catcher in the rye (for school)

What was the last movie you watched? unbreakable

What musical instruments do you play, if any? guitar and piano

What is your favorite animal? otters

What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? - well i the ones i check frequently sre @dawsim @gunthermunch @bratsims @ratboysims and @whiisker

What superpower do you wish you had? teleportation

When and where do you feel most at peace? my grandmas house

What makes you smile? me

What sports do you play, if any? hell no im too laaazzyyyyy

What is your favorite drink? coffee or gatorade anything thatll make me hyper

When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? uhhh i dont think i ever have lol

Are you afraid of heights? a little

What is your biggest pet peeve? when people think i wanna fuck because i’m “being too nice”

Have you ever been to a concert? yupp

Are you vegan/vegetarian? naahh (srry)

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? a firefighter for some fucking reason

What fictional world would you like to live in? probably the marvel universe

What is something you worry about? dying alone

Are you scared of the dark? nope

Do you like to sing? yeah but i sound bad soo

Have you ever skipped school? yeah way too much (i stopped now)

What is your favorite place on the planet? tgi fridays

Where would you like to live? japan bro it looks dope out there

Do you have any pets? no sadly :(

Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? early bird tbh

Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? sunrises

Do you know how to drive? no

Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? earbuds

Have you ever had braces? nope

What is your favorite genre of music? hip-hop/rap, pop, alternative, and a little kpop

Who is your hero? uhhhh

Do you read comic books? i read archie comics ig that counts

What makes you the most angry? ignorant people

Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? real book

What is your favorite subject in school? statistics

Do you have any siblings? yup

What was the last thing you bought? a hot chocolate from 7/11

How tall are you? 5′2

Can you cook? yee

What are three things that you love? music, naps, food

What are three things that you hate? ignorance, plain disrespect, horny teenage boys

Do you have more female friends or more male friends? males weirdly

What is your sexual orientation? recently i realized that i like girls too soooo girls and boys

Where do you currently live? merica the worst country in the world

Who was the last person you texted? my friend

When was the last time you cried? in july???

Who is your favorite YouTuber? CODY FUCKING KO and pryocinical

Do you like to take selfies? as of lately no

What is your favorite app? this shitshow call tumblr idk if you heard of it

What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? eh me and my dad bump head sometimes and i havent talked to my mom in 5 years

What is your favorite foreign accent? british or australian

What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? JAPAN

What is your favorite number? 23

Can you juggle? a little

Are you religious? not really

Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? outer space

Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? no i dont like getting hurt

Are you allergic to anything? nope

Can you curl your tongue? yup

Can you wiggle your ears? nope

How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? never i need to work on that

Do you prefer the forest or the beach? beach

What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? dont just give up because of on inconvenience

Are you a good liar? yes

What is your Hogwarts House? ravenclaw ( i only know that bc i took a quiz on it lol)

Do you talk to yourself? yes its the best therapy

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? introverted as hell

Do you keep a journal/diary? nah im not 12

Do you believe in second chances? no

If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? take it finders keepers

Do you believe that people are capable of change? eh

Are you ticklish? no

Have you ever been on a plane? yuppp

Do you have any piercings? yes 3

What fictional character do you wish was real? finn the human

Do you have any tattoos? nope

What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? to actually make friends and stop being so shy

Do you believe in karma? hell yeah

Do you wear glasses or contacts? nope but i think i need glasses

Do you want children? no i wouldnt want spawns of me running around that would be hell

Who is the smartest person you know? uh

What is your most embarrassing memory? when i was 11 i asked my crush do date me and he laugh in my face

Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? yes

What color are most of you clothes? black or gray

Do you like adventures? ye

Have you ever been on TV? yeah

How old are you? 17

What is your favorite quote? “lifes a bitch and then you die”

Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? savory

#tags

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loveisalwayssthere · 5 years

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ayeeeeee more questionss tagged by theee @bolandoando

whats your theory about what happened to madeleine mccann? all i gotta say is WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE YOUR CHILD ALONE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY

do you watch pimple popping videos? cysts? blackheads? whats your opinion on dr pimple popper? i have never really watchedd dr pimple poppers videos BUT i dont really think i can watch pimple popping videos, even tho i like to do it

what old movie star have you ever obsessed over? have you ever read a celeb autobiography/biography? i dont think ive entered tht phase in my life yet but im sure its coming! i literlee OWNED Omarions autobiography as a child lmaooooo

have you ever been caught talking to yourself? yeahhhhh my sibling was like “uhhhhh wyd” lmao

ever seen a ghost? SO. theres a long story ahead BUT one time my (white) friend wanted to go to this abandoned house in THE FUCKING COUNTRY, like next to the house was a gotdamn cornfield and a abandoned gas station. the clouds over that moon that day looked like a skull right before we went inside & it was summertime but the house was COLD. nd i could feel breathing on my neck.......lmao. THEN my friend wanted to leave my ass outside because she wanted to go in the house by herself and from the outside all i heard was loud banging and when she came out i said “haha very funny you were banging to scare me” and she goes “i wasnt banging........” then she followed up with “israel, something touched my shoulder we gotta go” so we booked it. so maybe i didnt see it but... I FELT IT lmao

do you think cody and noel are funny individually? cuz i think theyre only funny as a team. eye have no idea who those people are

do you listen to more solo artists than bands? more women than men? i think a lot of my favs are solo artists. its hard to NOT listen to women in music when we’re killin it in music, ESPECIALLY r&b

do you watch reaction videos? what do you watch when youre on youtube? i love zachary campbell & milesjai, those two are a representation of how extra i really am lmao.

is it just me or does middle school have a smell to it? like all the teachers smell like school? Yeah! my middle school smells like old tater tots and paint

when having full conversations w yourself do you look in the mirror? i dont really talk to myself in the mirror but i do dance in the mirror lmao

your favorite most moody song? hmmmm bad timing by bombay bicycle club

random but favorite cheese/sausage/hot sauce? i live by texas pete, i just loooove the taste. my brother made vegan cheese which was reeeeally good. i actually had some really good vegetarian sasuage not the long ago, was pretty litty

a book you say youre gonna finish but still havent finished/started even tho you swear you love books? i still havent finished awkward black girl OR this book about the evolution of black english

last book you bought tho you have so many to get to first that its ridiculous that you even bought this book, youre not gonna get to it anytime soon? the last book i bought was for my intro to teach class and it was about tony danza being a teacher

can you tell when ppl are into you? NO I CANT! youre literally gonna have to say it

do you remember that one skit on the amanda show where she was a superhero but she’d always say she’d get to whatever problem ‘eventually’? idk anyone who remembers this one. I cant remember :(

whats your rising sign? i am looking for an aquarius, anyone? anybody? i think im both scorpio sun & moon?? i really gotta do my research on astrology bc... yeah

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The Morning After

This is going to be all over the place - kinda like this episode so just keep reading. Our white witch has made an appearance, a musical appearance, yes the white witch Stevie Nicks came on towards the end in a song & I loved it. It’s tricky trying to figure out if the delusions/illusions we’re being shown are being caused by Langdon or the Witches. Oh yes the witches are coming, apparently next week is All Hallows’ Eve on the show & 3 Witches are coming for a visit. How do they fit in with Langdon? Do they try to control him, have they done battle with him before, are they dead is that why they’re visiting on All Hallows’ Eve?? Who knows but hopefully we find out more next week.

When Mr Gallant (Evan Peters) is masturbating to thoughts of Langdon, we see images of him knelt down on top of a pentacle - making a satanic connection from Murder House. So again I have to ask, does he have bewitching abilities? How & why is Mr Gallant seeing these images maybe he’s not seeing them & only we are but what does it mean?? Yes the devil is a liar & he makes you see what he wants you to see but is Langdon harnessing that power alone or via witchcraft? Murder House told us he’s an evil killer but I don’t think he had special powers. Idk I guess I’m just very excited about the arrival of the Witches that everything seems, witchy.

The storyline of the two kids wanting to have sex doesn’t interest me. Are they really there in the shelter because they have super powerful DNA? Idk & they haven’t made me care about these characters enough so I’m comfortable just waiting to see how their storyline unfolds. They sneak into Langdon’s room & find a laptop that’s connected to the internet. In a nuclear holocaust how is there internet? They don’t know & make up an excuse as to how it’s working. Plot holes, these writers love them. They slowly find out that Ms Venable has been making up bogus rules, rules that weren’t sanctioned by the “cooperative” such as the no sex rule. What do our starcrossed lovers go & do? Fuck. Get caught & almost killed. Kinda predictable but whatevs we got to see Amazon Eve throw some blows so it was worth it. What happens to my sexy butch queen Ms Mead (aka Kathy Bates) at the end was....interesting but we’ll get back to her in a bit.

Langdon is on to Ms Venable, he knows what she’s been up to. Of all the scenes (even the sexy ones) I found this one the most interesting. Langdon is a master manipulator. He lets Venable know he’s aware she’s been making up rules but she has a counter argument to everything he posits. The cooperative sent her encrypted communication with new rules, where’s her proof, they told her to destroy the file, he drafted all the rules how does he not know about them, she then twists it to make it about his fragile ego about being resentful that a woman would have more info than him. He realizes what her temperament is & says “you’re a fighter” then immediately changes his plan of attack. He tells her a story of a family deformed from the radiation with the mother begging him to kill her defective child - he even cries, tears stream down his face while no emotion is displayed in his eyes. Once he’s let himself be vulnerable in front of her he asks her to help him decide who deserves a shot at salvation. He made himself vulnerable, made it seem like he needed her input then he says, “we don’t need to be adversaries....she’s comfortable with him, he knows how to get to her now & says “take off your dress”. She hates all of the people in the shelter, finds faults in all of them, yet she’s not perfect, she walks with a cane. See he told her the story of the mother with the sick deformed/defective children to see how she would react. When he told her the mother begged him to kill her child she asked if he had done it, anyone else would’ve been horrified that a mother would ask that of anyone but Venable sat there stoic asking if he killed the child. It seemed like she felt that child should’ve been put out of its misery. He picked up on that I guess & that was when he told her he wanted to see what caused her the most shame, what humiliates her the most. It was her back, it was deformed & he wants her to expose it to him, to humiliate herself for him & she submits. Maybe she submitted because she just wanted a place in the “salvation shelter” but I think she submitted willingly, he manipulated & broke her down & it was masterful. He caresses her deformed spine, asks does it hurt, no, does it cause her great pain, yes & she cries tears of humiliation. That’s what he wants, that’s what he wanted from the moment he challenged her on the changed rules. He’s in charge, always has been, always will be. Langdon is supposed to be the antichrist, bad, terrible & we’ll eventually get to the point where we hate him but Cody Fern is doing a great job, especially in this scene.

I’ve said it before I’m not an Evan Peters fangirl, I loved the work he put into Mr March & he was superb as Kai. Frankly I don’t think he’ll ever out do his performance in Cult, it was masterful. Imho Evan is better when he plays a bad guy. In his scenes with Langdon (Cody) he is out acted, his character is more of a caricature, he seems amateurish & idk if he feels uncomfortable playing a gay man or what the deal is but it feels inauthentic & just plain bad. I’m hoping it was just this episode because I know Evan is so much better than what I watched tonight.

The dinner scene where Mr Gallant is purposely trying to embarrass his Nana Evie (Joan Collins) by being the stereotypical “gay” with the leather, Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s Relax playing but it was a bit extra. I know that’s what they were going for but as a non gay idk why they went for all the stereotypes when Evie did accept him. I get acting out, but I didn’t get it what they were going for, therefore the purpose of the scene confused me.

The writers threw in the whole rich people like Coco Vanderbilt (Leslie Grossman) are all inbred that was mentioned in Freakshow by Gloria Mott which is always funny so I enjoyed it. At this point she’s only there for comedic relief. Adina Porter is just there, they haven’t given her anything to do except spit out inspirational quotes that are annoying. Again I hope they give them more to do cos right now they have no storyline.

Who’s Rubberman? I was thinking it might be Billy Eichner but they made us wait a LONG time in Murder House to tell us who Rubberman was so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ms Mead (Kathy Bates) was shot at the end & either we have a Westworld situation & she’s a robot or part of her is a robot. It was an interesting ending that just left us all with more questions than answers. I just want to say idk if Ms Mead is supposed to be gay but just like everyone is free to think Bert & Ernie are gay I chose to believe Ms Mead is a butch lesbian & I love her.

#ahs apocalypse #the morning after #my post #summary

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Idk I want something StacyXF!MC angst like they’re in that awkward stage before you become someone’s official girlfriend and MC is growing distant because of everything that happened with Noah and maybe gets close to someone random (Jocelyn?) and it’s got a happy ending but I just like angst and I love your writing x

Summary: MC goes to visit Jocelyn at the hospital weeks after Redfield, their friendship blossoming into a noticeable crushing on MC’s side. But their feelings for Stacy are brought back when she shows up after visiting Andy with Britney and Lily.

Notes: Honestly, I wrote this 3 times already and this is the best one, so I really hope you liked it because it took a lot out of me to finally even get here. So pls love it, I thought the dialogue was most important during scenes that’s why there's more dialogue than descriptors.

Andy: hey, you haven’t talked to anyone in a few days, are you okay? need to talk?

Lucas: MC, shutting us out isn’t going to help you get through this. Please talk to one of us.

Ava: yo, wanna break stuff? I won’t tell anyone if you cry

Stacy: MC…please… message one of us, tell us you’re alive. I miss you..

Dan: Stace is going off the deep end worried about you, please just message her if not any of us.

Lily: MC, I’m really worried about you. I gave your parents a muffin basket of my favorite kinds to cheer you up, did you get it? Anyways, please message me, your parents wouldn’t let us in to talk to you

MC looks at the muffin basket sitting on her dressers, untouched wrapped up in its pretty little bow. MC would have thrown it away, but she felt bad since Lily went through all the trouble to deliver it to her. She crumples up the list of homework she’s gotten from her parents through the school, she hasn’t done any since everything happened.

How could they expect her to return to normal? After everything that happened, she can’t help but push everyone away. They just remind her of everything she’s been through everything she’s lost, she’s not sure how she could live with herself if anyone had died in the cavern. She felt so betrayed and stupid, trusting Noah… he was so kind to her and everyone else, how could they have known?

Normal was too much for MC right now, she did the pretending to be normal for a few weeks after homecoming, going to school, talking to her friends, visiting Andy in the hospital, but it just got to be too much. She only leaves her house to visit Jocelyn in the hospital, after everything went down she went to visit her to thank her for saving everyone. Jocelyn can’t move, move yet, but she can talk. She thinks back to her first visit with Jocelyn after homecoming, she had finally woken up.

Jocelyn lays still in her bed, her eyes staring at the ceiling, it looks as though she’d been crying and even with everything they been through, it makes MC sad to see her like that. “Hey Joss?”

Joss looks spooked for a second, her eyes landing on MC’s. She stays silent as MC comes to stand next to her bed, she blinks away tears. “What are you doing here?”“I came to see how you were doing.” MC smiles, taking a seat in the chair next to Joss’ bed. “I know we’re not friends or even close, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. And I wanted to say, if you want to be friends, move on from what happened before, I’d be down with that.”

“I’m sorry, MC, for everything… I know I can be heartless, but Cody was my friend since kindergarten, where he went I followed. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, like truly forgive me and not just a fake we can be friends.”

She’s visited Joss every day, sometimes they don’t talk and other times she reads Jocelyn books and other times she tells Joss about her feelings. Joss listens, but usually doesn’t know what to say, she’s too happy to go lucky to know how to deal with the sadness, and she begins to learn a little more every day about what happened, Redfield….Ava’s magic…. It scares the shit out of Jocelyn, but she still listens.

Britney visits too, and MC usually leaves them to be together, they are best friends after all. Brit promises not to tell Lily, ‘it’s not my place MC’. She’s grateful for at least that act of kindness from Britney. Her love life was looking promising as well, I mean, Stacy Green wanted to be with her… or so she thought, rolling back to now it felt like Stacy didn’t even find her attractive and it’s just been incredibly awkward. They were supposed to have a date tonight, but MC knows she won’t go even if that does mean standing up Stacy. She doesn’t want to hurt her like that, but she’s hurt more.

Her family helped pay for Noah’s funeral along with a Mayor Green and Lucas’ parents, and MC helped Noah’s mom through it, she was grateful. MC couldn’t tell if she was relieved by Noah’s death or relieved he didn’t have to suffer anymore… or if she even missed Noah.

She walks into the front door of the hospital greeted by a kind nurse, he knows her. Signed her in every day. He smiles brightly at her, “Hey, MC. Your friend Andy supposed to be in today, getting his cast removed. Are you here for him or Joss?”

“Joss, Andy and I have plans later.” MC lied with a smile, signing her name, looking up at him.

“Snagged you and Joss a copy of Vogue this morning, don’t tell my boss.” He laughs, handing the magazine to her.

MC smiles taking the magazine from him tucking it under her arm, “Thank you, Chris.”

“No problem, tell Jocelyn I said hi. Also, tell her they have her favorite pudding for desserts so ask for 2.”

“What would she do without you,” MC says with a laugh, waving bye and walking towards the elevator. The doors open as she steps in. and she waits for them to close she spots Stacy and her friends coming in through the front door as he phone beeps.

Andy: Getting my cast off today, I hope to see you.

MC sucks in her breath as the door closes, hoping no one saw her. She tucks her phone back into her pocket, looking at the cover of the Vogue magazine, she smiles to herself, Joss is gonna love this issue.

“Do you want to hear about the winter fashions or end of winter predictions?”

Joss looks thoughtful for a minute. “MC, can you actually braid my hair.”

“Sure,” MC says, standing from the chair, she sets the magazine down on the chair where she sat. She runs her hands through Joss’ hair, taking notice of how soft it is. Joss lets her eyes fall closed as MC separates a section of her hair.

“It’s so nice to have human contact again.” Jocelyn giggles, letting her eyes fall on MC.

MC smiles back, “you’re so cute, Joss.” She uses her free hand to brush a few strands of hair out of girl’s face. “How are you feeling today? I forgot to ask earlier.”

“Better than usual. I could finally bend my arm at my elbow this morning. The doctors say I’ll be ship shape soon enough.”

MC grins down at her, “Good. I’m glad. You deserve it for how badass you were at homecoming.”

“That’s sweet of you to s-” She’s cut off by the sound of Britney’s voice coming through the door, she has her back to Joss as she pushes in holding a few things in her arms, “Jossy, I’m here. I brought you some stuff.” Britney turns around seeing MC, a little shocked. “Lily, it’s MC.”

“MC?” Lily questions stepping into the room coming face to face with her.

“Lily…hi?” MC stands awkwardly by Jocelyn continuing to braid her hair, letting her eyes focus only on Jocelyn’s hair. Refusing to make eye contact with her friend.

“That’s funny, I thought you said MC’s na-” Stacy says walking into the room with a plush animal for Jocelyn in her arms, “MC?”

“Stace.” MC smiles, refusing to meet her gaze as well.

“Brit-Brit.” Jocelyn smiles as she walks, Britney kisses her forehead smiling at her.

“How are you feeling Joss?”

“I’m okay. Here braid my hair, I think MC could use a moment.”

MC stands in the hallway next to Stacy, neither of them knowing what to say. Stacy takes a deep breath, looking at MC, who still avoids looking back. “I should get going..”

“Did you get Andy’s text? He’s right upstairs. You should go say hi, he misses you. Everyone else is in the cafeteria right now.” Stacy states, walking towards the elevator hitting the button. She looks back to see MC still standing by Jocelyn’s door. “Listen, you don’t have to talk to me or whatever, but at least be a decent friend to Andy.”

“A DECENT FRIEND?” MC yells, walking over to Stacy. “A DECENT FRIEND?!”

Stacy stands tall, she looks at MC in the eye. “A decent friend.”

“Go fuck yourself, Stacy.” MC storms off towards the stairs exit, as Stacy runs after her.

“You can’t keep pushing us away, MC. We’re your friends. We just want to help you”

“I can do whatever I want.”

“Sooner or later you’re gonna have to deal with what happened in that cavern and I STRONGLY urge you to pick sooner before it’s too late.”

“What are you saying?”

“We’re not gonna be here forever MC, we can only do so much, there comes a time when you have to let go.”

“Then let go. I don’t need you guys. And I definitely don’t need you Stacy”

“You don’t mean that.” Stacy swallows hard, questioning herself.

“Maybe I do.”

Stacy goes silent, as they face each other on the stairs. She looks like she’s on the verge of tears, as she takes a steadying breath.

“Fine. I’ll go tell Andy you said you don’t need us anymore. Have a good fucking life.” Stacy goes back up the stairs, as MC stands silently thinking over the last few moments of her life. She wanted to call out for Stacy, as she turned her head back to look at MC. When MC doesn’t say anything Stacy nods, pushing through the door.

“Hey, Chris, can you do me a huge favor. See if anyone in Andy’s room?” MC asks.

He looks up at her with a smile, “Stacy just left. The others haven’t come back yet.”

“Can I?”

“Yeah, he has a few minutes before the cast comes off, just knock before entering.”

“Thanks, Chris.” She walks towards Andy’s room using everything in her to build up her courage, as she sets her knuckles against the door. She licks her lower lip, before forcing herself to knock. Andy’s voice is soft, a little sad, but he says come in.

MC pushes the door open closing it behind herself before looking to meet his gaze. He smiles at her, as she pulls up a chair next to him sitting in it, resting her hands on the arms rest before smiling back at him.

“Stacy just left.” He adds, as MC nods. “I know you didn’t mean. She does too. She’s just a little hurt that you said it.”

“What?” MC asks, “Why would she care? She barely acts like she can stand me anymore.”

“That’s not true.” Andy states, “Didn’t you get Dan’s text? She’s been really upset about this the most, she texts us every morning to see if we got a message from you. That girl basically loves you MC. You’re her best friend and probably more than just that.”

MC nods, listening to Andy talk, “How do I fix it?”

“Tell her how you feel. I know this is hard on all of us, Lucas keeps texting me articles and facts about people dealing with grief and trying to get all of us to have an intervention for you, but you were the last one in that cave.”

“I was the last one in the cave.”

“it’s gonna be hardest on you, now go after Stacy. She’s outside getting some fresh air.”

“How are things with Lucas?”

“Really good.” Andy smiles. “Come back and let’s talk okay?”

“Of course Andy.”

She takes a deep breath as she approaches Stacy, she sits on the bench right outside her face in her hands, MC feels terrible for making her cry, but she doesn’t know what to do. She sits down on the bench next to her. “You know, a beautiful girl once told me, ‘you can’t keep pushing us away.’”

Stacy looks over at MC with a soft laugh, as she wipes her eyes. “You came back.”

“Technically I never left, but yeah. You were right. And so was Andy.”

“Should have known you’d listen to Andy over me.”

“He said the same exact things as you did.”

“Really?”

“He also said to do this.” MC leans over placing her lips against Stacy’s, Stacy stiffens a moment before falling into her touch, kissing her back. They both finally pull away smiling at each other happily. “Wow..”

“Yeah.” Stacy laughs, taking MC’s hands in her own. “I’m glad you came around.”

“I’m glad you wanted me.” MC laughs.

“I always will.”

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1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? no 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? nope i havent 3. Have you taken someones virginity? not that i am aware of 4. Is trust a big issue for you? yes 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? nope havent talked to them in weeks 6. What are you excited for? tennessee whiskey 7. What happened tonight? idk tonight hasnt happened yet 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? depends on what they do when they get really wasted, but just them drinking a lot no idc do u boo just stay safe 9. Is confidence cute? it can be 10. What is the last beverage you had? dr. pepper 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? not very many 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? yes 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? im not sure yet but hopefully go get some good food 14. What are you going to spend money on next? probably food 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? no 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? i hope so 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? n, a, m and whitney 18. The last time you felt broken? right now 19. Have you had sex today? nope unfortunately 20. Are you starting to realize anything? many things 21. Are you in a good mood? surprisingly yes im content 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? yes that would be awesome 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? yup 24. What do you want right this second? m 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? id be upset but i cant control them. i just want them happy. 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? nope 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? its pretty hard to find someone who cant make me laugh 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? my dog 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? yup 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? depends but usually yes, not third and fourth chances tho 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? my dog? never 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? i would assume they do since i told them i did idk if they remember or care tho 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? lol 34. Listening to? scar tissue by camila cabello 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? i rarely write anymore tho 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? nope 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? nah love at first words38. Who did you last call? my mom 39. Who was the last person you danced with? cant remember tho 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? sex is fun 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?  cant remember42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? not today 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? always 44. Do you tan in the nude? nope 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? probably not 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? yup @susceptibly 47. Who was the last person to call you? my doctor and also my grandpa 48. Do you sing in the shower? sometimes 49. Do you dance in the car? no just sing 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? yup a few times 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? family pictures at the old football stadium a few years ago 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? most of the time yeah 53. Is Christmas stressful? more stressful than it was when i was a kid yes 54. Ever eat a pierogi? i dont think so 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? apple pie 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? architect, astronaut and an actor 😂 57. Do you believe in ghosts? im not sure 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? all the time 59. Take a vitamin daily? i need to but havent in awhile 60. Wear slippers? yup just got some for christmas! 61. Wear a bath robe? nope 62. What do you wear to bed? shorts and a t-shirt 63. First concert? trace adkins and kenny chesney i believe 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? walmart 65. Nike or Adidas? both 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? cheetos 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? seeds 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? back to december, white horse and fifteen 69. Ever take dance lessons? kinda 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? whatever makes them happy 71. Can you curl your tongue? yes 72. Ever won a spelling bee? nope 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? a few times 74. What is your favorite book? harry potter and to kill a mockingbird 75. Do you study better with or without music? with music 76. Regularly burn incense? no 77. Ever been in love? yes 78. Who would you like to see in concert? demi and selena 79. What was the last concert you saw? cody johnson, sabrina carpenter and nick jonas/demi lovato 80. Hot tea or cold tea? ice cold sweet tea 81. Tea or coffee? both 82. Favorite type of cookie? chocolate chip 83. Can you swim well? yes 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? yes 85. Are you patient? sometimes but not usually no 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? both 87. Ever won a contest? i have 88. Ever have plastic surgery? nope 89. Which are better black or green olives? both 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? used to be against it but idc tbh. everyone has needs and as long as its a mutually desired experience between the two then its fine to me. 91. Best room for a fireplace? living room 92. Do you want to get married? yes

#thisgomez #n #a #m #answered

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