I love how Brian always tries to sugarcoat his statements or look for the silver lining while Roger just Does Not Care
Brian: Top of the Pops that was a great opportunity that really helped us, oh and this video was quite cool despite the tunnel, oh and this song was maybe not our strongest but I’m proud of it, I’m really glad the people like this other song even if it reminds me of an uncertain or questionable time
Roger Taylor: oh god Top of the Pops that was AWFUL, it was run by OLD PEOPLE who knew NOTHING, TERRIBLE, and god I HATE this video we all look so stupid oh and we have a musical so enjoy that or don’t, I don’t care I hate musicals and THIS GUY we had an interview with was an ASSHOLE by the way also here’s an extremely angry letter written to an entire magazine on a plane motion sickness bag basically telling them to F off
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While looking for a teacher for Grogu, Din stumbles across a Jedi temple. It's old and half fallen apart, but he figures its worth exploring for the kid. To his surprise, he find a man inside, kept fast asleep by strange magic. Din has no idea how to wake this sleeping beauty.
So, @ehi7 made this fantastic sleeping beauty art for dinluke and it got so deep in my brain. pls go check out their lovely blog, its so good.
Bonus: Din knows absolute diddly squat about fairytales or Jedi lore, he's just taking this guy with him
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if there is stepbro whitney, there is pervert uncle wren, like you are so similar in age, he never felt your uncle, especially when taught you all about sex and took all your virginities
content warning! incest, step-cest, dub-con, whatever you call it, pc is adopted and big brother whitney is a bitch.
Y’know, this is pretty fucking funny to get considering I’ve been fixated on Whitney’s and Wren’s possible relationship in the game that I made the fuck up since they’ve never met before, never so much as shared a word. I’m still convinced they’re related.
There’s just way too many similarities about them and Vrel answered my question with a “I shan’t say” when asked. That basically confirms it for me. The blonde hair, the names both starting with a ‘W’ and the smuggling tendencies? I mean, where else did Whitney ever learn to pickpocket randoms on the streets? There’s gotta be something at least and I’m not backing down till they properly meet one way or another. Fucking laid back older sibling and bratty little sibling, I’ve got so much shit on Whitney and Wren, it’s crazy.
That’s not the main focus though, is it?
Unlike big brother Whitney who’s going to be all rough about it, demanding to take your virginity just for the mere satisfaction of having taken it to begin with, Wren will be a little more different. All smiles, that’s simply how it is with him. Wicked grin plastered on his face, soft brown eyed boy, something so very welcoming about him that makes you wanna listen to his comforting words, lightly ushered into your ears. The same ones where he’d reassure you over and over about how this is fine, slipping your hand lower over his throbbing erection insistently nudging against your palm, barely restrained by the constricting fabric of his trousers.
He’ll be gentle about it at first, brush it off as mere teasing and being playful with each other cuz that’s what family does, right? Don’t mind the lingering glances of his gaze over your barely buttoned shirt, where the collar hangs low to reveal your pretty, flushed skin beneath the loose fabric. Calls you shit like “doll” and “sunshine” as terms of endearment and affection, loving the way a faint blush dusts your cheeks at those words, telling him off. Obviously, it isn’t normal to be this chummy with your uncle, chummy enough that you’re comfortably sat on his lap, legs hooked over his hips and tongues down each others throats, uselessly grinding away.
First kiss went to him without even realizing it, planting his lips against the surface of your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your lips before firmly pressing his mouth to your own with a breathless sigh. Barely have a time to register what the fuck even happened before the smuggler is pulling away from you, as if none of it even happened in the first place. ‘Course, it escalates to more than short pecks and stiff lips, now willingly parting for his pink tongue demanding entry, seeking yours. Next thing you know, you’re now getting a taste of his cock, musky scent heavy against your face with your nose buried in his dark blonde patch, giving the length an experimental suck.
Alright, so you may or may not have given your first kiss to him and he’s given you the taste of cock, quickly grown addicted to it like a typical cockwhore would, like he trained you to be. Just the subtle spreading of the blonde’s legs as he chats over the table of fuck all with his buddies, the stretch of his jeans over his long legs has you flushing like a virgin. Well, technically you are one, that is, until he takes that away from you too.
Was the same thing as always, settled on his lap, legs dangling from your position with the two of you sloppily making out. Routine you picked up on, sit on uncle Wren’s lap and you’ll be left with each other’s frames needily pressed against one another, mouths refusing to part away. Offhandedly mentions about your virginity, practiced hands dragging lower, lower than usual as you stiffen up on the spot. It’s ok, he promises. It’s ok, uncle Wren is simply here to help you learn for later on, how to take a real cock. So, just let him do this just this once, hastily freeing his dick, springing up like a starved man that’s been eagerly waiting for this very moment, smacking against your bare backside.
Oh, he’s going to have fun ruining his cute little sunshine’s hole, alright.
Grip on your hips, tight and rhythmically squeezing the soft flesh between his fists, utterly enthralled. Watching on as you bounce down on his cock like a needy whore in heat, coming undone. Gotten the taste of real cock and now, you’re never going to live without it, not without your constant pawing at his belt from now on. Fuck, Wren loves it. There’s nothing prettier than that adorable expression you make once you finally sink down to the base, curved just right to fill you up and reach places you would’ve never thought so before. The hot sounds of your soft, squishy insides tightening around him, sucking him right in as though you’re begging not let go. You were made for this, fucking made to be taken like a slut on your own uncle’s lap, a now deflowered tulip.
Will Whitney be happy about this? Fuck no, bitch is probably seething in his seat thinking about it. The stutter of his hips, pausing over your now loosened hole that’s been fucked open by good ol’ uncle Wren. Cmon, don’t tell me that motherfucker wouldn’t have an inferiority complex over it, wanting to be better than the other and so he ruthlessly slams into you over and over again. Mind redirecting to the stuffing of his own fat cock in your slutty tight heat, taking big brother’s heated thrusts so well.
Honestly, it might as well end with both of you, in a compromising position, stuck between both blondes. Uncle Wren’s dick up your ass and Whitney’s own down your throat because of his shitty oral fixation. Both collectively groaning and cursing like whores, heads thrown back at the feel of your warm, wet hole and mouth welcomingly inviting their thick lengths inside.
Can this family get any sicker at this point?
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