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When violent characters are gentle and tender & when gentle characters are violent and unhinged

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how are you people alive.

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Mourning Tiktok in a “brain rot” way, but also in a “the continual loss of information, creations, and a visual record of human activity via direct government interference breaks me as historian” way.

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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog my post.

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if I ever say manbuns are ugly I am NEVER referring to this beauteous man right here

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hi Aurora! i hope you’re having a wonderful day!! may i request some fluff fem!reader x Ahsoka in her post order 66 era (maybe Tales of the Jedi!), perhaps they are traveling through the galaxy together and one day decide to slow down and have a picnic with hugs or kisses on a romantic planet 🥺

Fear Not For The Future, Weep Not For The Past

Pairing: Ahsoka x Fem!reader

Summary: Ahsoka and Ex-Jedi fem!reader struggle to get over Order 66 while traveling the galaxy together and decide to spend a while on a peaceful planet…

Warning: not as fluffy as I hoped, angst but fluffy ending, Order 66, slight struggles with grief, slight jealousy

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Got a little carried away with this one… Kinda lost the plot and it is not very fluffy… But I hope you like it none the less! I enjoyed writing this one! Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! <3333

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Travelling with Ahsoka was familiar. Sounding of shared giggles, anxieties, hopes, and fears. Smelled of sweat, dirt, dust, blood, and seared skin and fabric. Tasted of old rations and the odd tastes of the planet’s water source they were most recently at.

Back then there had been more people. There had been more mouths to feed, more ears to talk off, more bodies to produce heat. The ship now felt cold, lifeless. Before the purge, it didn’t matter what ship they were in, or what they were going to do. There had always been an optimistic tone, a hopeful attitude that anything was possible, that they could do anything because they were together.

The clones, their Masters, other Jedi; there was always people with them.

And now they were alone.

It was hard at first, to recognize that everything was different. Because while [Name] and Ahsoka had always been travelling the galaxy together, everything that made it so familiar, was gone. [Name] had a hard time with this at first. Ahsoka had left the Order a few years before Order 66, and thus was more prepared for the absence of Jedi in her life. Of course, she never thought they would be gone completely. [Name] had still been a very active part of the Jedi Order, still was with her Master when tragedy hit. She had never imagined her life without the Order, she hadn’t imagined much else besides the active war that had been on-going since she could remember.

Sitting in the back of the starship the two girls currently lived out of, [Name] could only reminisce on the past that she was forced to leave behind, the future that was taken from her. Even after a few years of being on the run from the empire, [Name] couldn’t get over the horrors of what order 66 had unleashed.

Ahsoka was piloting and [Name] could feel from the sudden jolt that they had just jumped into hyperspace. It was usually [Name] who was piloting, but this was another one of those hard days that left her mind cloudy and full of phantom memories. She couldn’t get the taste out of her mouth, the blood, the ash, the fear, the heavy feeling of hundreds of people dying all at once. Each flame snuffed out, one-by-one and somehow, all at once. [Name] had never been as connected to the force as that day, never felt as much leave her body, her soul, then that moment.

She took a deep breath in, realigning her spine and adjusting her position. She was attempting to meditate before she got swept up in her nostalgia, and trauma. The metal ground beneath her was cold, sapping the heat from her legs. The humming and vibrating of the ship reverberated into her body and she could feel both the movement of the ship but also the stillness that resided. Breathing in again, [Name] could feel the stale air enter her lungs, a product of being in space too long. Her hands relaxed on her knees, and she felt the need to pick at her fingers subside. The pressure of the simulated gravity within the ship was lighter than the Coruscant gravity that she was used to, which made breathing easier. The ship around her was bright, the light beaming against her eyelids. The force feels weak, unbalanced around her. It circles her being, reaching out and connecting to the greater expanse of the galaxy, but the galaxy feels… wrong. Empty and unnatural. Void of all the things that made it full of life and balance.

[Name] tried not to spiral into thoughts about the Order once again, as she knew her master would not approve of dwelling on the past, but that was easier said than done. She wasn’t sure how Ahsoka could do it, how she could keep going…

[Name] took another sharp, deep breath in, trying to refocus her thoughts on her meditation and the Force. The air in the ship was dry, and it caused her hair to statically stick to her face and her hands to feel uncomfortably dry and scratchy. [Name] could hear a frustrated sigh from around the corner where Ahsoka was still in the cockpit, so she shifted her focus to her. Ahsoka’s force presence has always brought [Name] a comfort that she couldn’t explain. Focusing on the life force surrounding the girl was akin to seeing her with her own eyes, it almost felt like a hug. [Name] wasn’t sure how to explain it, but it was as if every time there was focus on her, Ahsoka seemed to acknowledge and accept the presence of [Name]’s attention, her focus and Force connection. It was a comfort, one that [Name] would never tire of.

Ahsoka was frustrated, that she didn’t need the Force to know, but she was also worried. Searching her feelings, she could feel the anxieties and loud thoughts that were bleeding into the Force. [Name] tried to reach for the source of her worries and could only find the mirror image of her own Force presence. Ahsoka was worried about her.

Without much thought, [Name] stood up suddenly, yanking out of the Force and rubbed her eyes before making her way to the cockpit. When she rounded the corner, she found Ahsoka hugging her knees to her chest in the co-pilot’s seat looking off into space in deep thought. Even when not meditating, [Name]’s connection to the Force allowed her to feel the tension in Ahsoka, causing tension in her own chest.

Ahsoka’s eyes were far off into space, allowing the nearly spinning blue of hyperspace to swirl in her eyes. [Name] hadn’t been particularly slow or quiet with her approach, but Ahsoka, nonetheless, hadn’t seemed to notice her standing not far behind her. [Name] looked off into the space that Ahsoka’s eyes were trained on, debating whether to disturb her semblance of peace. [Name]’s eyes flicked back over to Ahsoka’s, who had closed hers, before silently taking her spot in the pilot’s seat. Ahsoka was quiet, so she let her be quiet, bringing her own knees up to her chest and leaning her head on them.

It was mere moments before she could feel the dull prodding within the Force, searching for answers. Naturally, Ahsoka wanted to ease her worries about [Name] and the best way to do that was from the source. But [Name] had come over so Ahsoka wouldn’t have to guess, she could get her answers. Despite [Name] letting her in, letting her search for answers within her emotions, Ahsoka opens her eyes. Her eyes were wide like she had only known [Name] was in front of her through the Force.

[Name] rotates the chair to face Ahsoka, tilting her head to the side. Ahsoka’s eyes were searching [Name]’s before flicking over the rest of her and back to her eyes. The silence was unusual for the two, but in the times after the rise of the Empire, this quiet has been more and more common. It sometimes felt like if they talked about it, it would make it all real. Their looks often did the heavy lifting of their communication. Looks from across the room, quick glances while they did their own independent tasks, focused gazes on each other when it was late, and they were laying in their shared cot tucked away into the ship.

Ahsoka was the first to move, her hand coming to cup [Name]’s which was loosely holding her legs to her chest. The two girls sat, facing each other in the cockpit of their banged-up starship, which had seen far better days, their legs to their chests, and Ahsoka’s hand in [Name]’s as space moved past them. This is how lived; this is what has come of the two former padawans.

“[Name] …” Ahsoka muttered, less of a question or a request for her attention, more of a statement.

[Name] only nodded, curious to where Ahsoka was going to take this, but keen to prove to Ahsoka that she is there and real and okay.

“I won’t ask how you are doing, because there is no good answer to that but…” Ahsoka takes a breath, and [Name] waits patiently.

“I want to know what you… what you want to do. What will help you with… all of this?” Ahsoka’s words were soft, but [Name] could hear the underlying plea in her voice.

The need for [Name] to be all there, for her to be the same person she left behind all those years ago when she first left the Order. She needed [Name] to be there, to be right in the head and focused if danger came, if Ahsoka couldn’t protect them by herself. If the inquisitors who had recently been found to be on their trail had finally caught up.

Their recent incident on Raada proved that they were in fact not crazy for thinking they were not safe from the pursuit of the Empire. The Inquisitors had been a new addition to the growing list of things that were bent on their downfall. Nothing in the galaxy seemed as safe as it had when they were in the Jedi Order.

The Jedi Order was more than just their home. It was their family, their friends, their community, their job and their vacation. It was their purpose, their calling. They had both chosen this life when they were very young, long before they could remember, just as much as it had chosen them. The life that they needed and needed them just as much. The life that was taken from them in two words.

[Name] looked at Ahsoka again, having been lost in thought. In all honesty, [Name] wasn’t sure what she needed, she just knew she couldn’t be like this if she wants to keep Ahsoka safe, if she was going to keep them both safe. She couldn’t be stuck in the past, stuck on the what-ifs and the possibilities that could have prevented this great tragedy.

What could possibly save her from being stuck in her head, save her insurmountable grief of thousands of Jedi kin were lost? The only nights where she found peace were on Alderaan or Naboo, or Mandalore where she would sit, looking up at the stars with Ahsoka in some remote spot. The places that felt familiar but not overwhelming with grief and sorrow and beautiful memories turned sour at the mere idea of Empire occupation. Mandalore was no good, the fighting there was worse since the siege and the Empires new occupation. Naboo was too reminiscent of the beloved senator they had lost, and the grave of their masters’s former master. So that left Alderaan.

“I think we should hide out for a while, lay low…” [Name] trailed off, eyes searching Ahsoka’s brilliant blue.

Ahsoka only nodded, quiet so [Name] may continue.

“We could go to Alderaan… have a picnic or something. It would have to be on the other side of the planet from Bail, can’t having him worry about us… I just think that may have the least Empire occupation due to them being a part of the senate still and—” [Name]’s rambling was cut off by Ahsoka’s soft lips finding purchase on her forehead.

“That sounds just fine to me,” Ahsoka smiled, her hands cupping [Name]’s face as she leaned across the small space between their seats to connect their foreheads.

Ahsoka’s eyes were trained on [Name]’s before they closed gently, [Name]’s following suit. They inhaled and exhaled, their breathing in sync.

The journey to Alderaan was peaceful and without issue. The ship landed on the least populated area with a landing pad, they gave their ship codes, and snuck off with their nicest robes, hoods well over their heads, hiding their eyes and features. Hand-in-hand. They made their way to the wild plains area between the small town and the grand mountains Alderaan was known for that seemed to reach for the stars.

They took their time on the walk there, revelling in the beautiful landscapes. The grass was long and would blow back and forth with the gentle wind. The planet was so wonderfully green, even with the setting sun casting a golden glow against the planet.

Ahsoka would often look over to [Name], who was lost in thought. Her eyes seemed to catch the light, and the sun behind her looked like a halo around her head. Like an Angel. That was what she was in Ahsoka’s life. Kind, happy, glowing [Name]. Obi-wan’s padawan, who had lived up to his legacy. She was as empathetic and strategic as Master Kenobi had been, as connected to the Force and as loyal to the Jedi.

She was one of the hardest parts of leaving. Ahsoka knew that it was not only heartbreaking to [Name] that she left her, but even more so that had she ask, [Name] would have left with her. She could see it in her eyes, in the Force. Even Master Skywalker had said so. [Name] would have left everything she had known and loved for her, to be with her.

There was a chill in the air as the sun fell behind the mountains. They laid down a large piece of fabric, before sitting down on it with something they picked up from the down. Meiloorun pie and some blue milk. Nothing fancy, but it was better than the stale rations they had on the ship.

“You know, I never thought of you as the type to fight with Mandalorians,” [Name] remarked, seemingly out of the blue. Her face was soft, cautious, but teasing.

Ahsoka raised a brow at this, “oh yeah? And why not?”

[Name] tried to fight down a smirk and shrugged, “figured you’d rather argue with them then fight with them side-by-side.”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes but tilted her head as if challenging her to continue.

“I still remember that time we saved that kid, what was his name…” [Name] trailed off in thought.

“Lux Bonteri? You knew his name,” Ahsoka shook her head fondly, moving closer to [Name].

Both the girls were sat with their legs crossed, facing one another, so close that their knees were touching.

[Name] looked away at this remark. “Right, Lax, whatever. I still remember having to save you from Death Watch after he tricked us. You followed him right out even after I warned you…” [Name] shook her head.

“Yeah, well, I was worried he was going to get hurt,” Ahsoka defended, leaning back.

“Right, because he was so special…” [Name] rolled her eyes, it was less fond than Ahsoka’s had been.

Ahsoka knocked her knee to [Name]’s, “that doesn’t matter, as Jedi it is our job to protect.”

[Name] just nods, “Sure, protect… Is that why you claimed to be his betrothed?”

“I was thinking on my feet! It was the best I could come up with!”

“More like wishful thinking…” [Name] muttered to herself, to which Ahsoka raised a brow, leaning in to hear her better.

“What is your point?” Ahsoka questioned, tilting her head to the side and furrowing her brows.

“My point is that you seemed to have no problem fighting the Mandalorians then, letting them have a piece of your mind.”

“They were terrorists.”

“Yes, they were.”

“Again, what is your point?”

“Ugh, I don’t know!”

Ahsoka giggled at this, giving her a lighthearted elbow. [Name] only looked sheepish, hiding her face in her hands.

“To me, it sounds like you have thought a lot about that,” Ahsoka prompted, her voice smug as she smirked at [Name]’s hidden face.

[Name] only rolled her eyes.

“What made you change your mind to fight with Bo-Katan, especially after the whole thing with Death Watch?”

Ahsoka sighed at that.

“I was done with hiding, done with trying to move on from what made me a Jedi. I needed to fight for the cause, fight to make things better.”

“So, when Bo-Katan asked for help,” [Name] supplied, connecting the dots.

“When she asked, I had to help. Even after everything with Death Watch, there was much higher stakes with Maul being Mand’alor,” Ahsoka spoke, her voice losing its tease and falling back to something sadder.

“That must have been scary, doing all of that on your own.”

“No more scary than trying to find you after the siege, after Order 66…” Ahsoka sighed, fiddling with her finger nails.

“We never should have split up, I never should have tried to go back to Coruscant after we captured Maul…” [Name] lowered her head, her hands slowly reaching for Ahsoka’s.

“I… It kept you alive… but it did make the several months following it very difficult… Trying to find you… Thinking you were dead,” Ahsoka let out a shaky breath, she was trying to keep herself together.

“But I am here now. Alive, well, and safe. Well, as safe as we can be,” [Name] attempted to joke, hoping to lighten the mood.

The sun had fully set by now and the stars were shining bright in the clear night’s sky. The cool breeze causes a shiver to run down [Name]’s spine, prompting her to pull her robes tighter. When she looked up, she saw Ahsoka watching her, her eyes focused. As if committing her to memory. [Name] knew this practice very well, having watched Ahsoka for long periods of time for this very reason.

No one could be sure of anything anymore. The Empire rising from the ashes of the Republic was as shocking to the fallen Republic soldiers as it was to anyone. With everything changing so quick and so drastically, nothing was for certain. So, painting loved ones to memory seemed like the natural next step in a galaxy prone to killing everything you know and love. That is especially the case with Ahsoka and [Name], who had already lost so much, and knew they were bound to lose more.

They both dread the day they lose the other.

“You know, you have always been my favourite person,” [Name] stated, she said it in a causal tone, as if stating a fun fact.

But this was more than just a fun fact to Ahsoka.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, ready to play her statement as some joke or over exaggeration. But as she began to speak, [Name] cut her off.

“I’m serious. Even when we were younglings, you have been the one I want to stick next to. I hoped to be by your side till we rejoined the Force,” [Name]’s tone was serious, nowhere close to casual anymore.

Ahsoka searched her eyes, her face, for any sign or teasing or deception. But she could find none.

“And you have always been my best friend, [Name],” Ahsoka hoped that her voice carried even a fraction of what she felt for the girl in front of her, the seriousness of her emotions.

Ahsoka’s hand reached up, caressing [Name]’s face before cupping her cheeks in her hands. Her eyes were soft, as they often were when she gazed upon the girl she grew up with. The Jedi padawan that she fought beside when she was a mere padawan herself. The stars reflected in her eyes, in the eyes she often saw her future in. She still hopes to have her future written in the stars with the girl in front of her, but… she wouldn’t have hoped it wouldn’t turn out like this.

[Name] never realized how beautiful Ahsoka looked in the starlight. It was dark and Alderaan had no moons, but there was something about the way the starlight on Alderaan looked against her orange skin that looked truly ethereal. Her hands were warm against the skin on her face, a stark contrast to the cold air around them.

[Name] leaned forward, her eyes flickering from Ahsoka’s eyes to her lips and back. Her hands coming to rest on Ahsoka’s knees as Ahsoka closed the small space between them, meeting [Name] in a gentle kiss.

The kiss was soft, like many of their touches were post Order. It was a gentle reminding that the other was there, that they weren’t going to hurt each other, like so many others had. It was peaceful, free like they haven’t felt since the clone wars started, since they were younglings. Because things had been easier back then, simpler. Feelings, strong ones like they were now, were so much easier to simply feel, embrace, back then. And all they want to do now is show each other just how much they mean to each other.

Ahsoka smiled when [Name] pushed forward, bringing her hands to Ahsoka’s cheek to deepen the kiss. Ahsoka’s hands traveled to her hair, brushing it behind her ears and moving it out of the way before playing with the hair at the nape of her neck.

The kiss was loving above all. Even when it was less soft, less gentle, it was no less loving. Even in the heat of passion, they never forgot the deep feelings in their stomachs, the feelings that came from their hearts. Adoration, compassion, affection, and appreciation.

Because while traveling with Ahsoka was familiar, as familiar as breathing. Their whole lives were different, changed, born anew. And with that came feelings and struggles that they would have to fight to overcome. But with everything came a new partnership, one that would last, because they would fight to make it last. Just like how they would fight to overcome any struggles they my face and challenges that would find them. They were familiar, the same, and while nothing in this galaxy is permanent, hope and love will remain.

A/N: This one got away from me… Sorry for the abrupt ending… Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to request a fic! If you want a fic with someone you don’t see on my list, just ask and I will see what I can do! I have a lot of fun writing and want to get back into it! <333333

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you should totally write abt domestic dad! simon ♥♥♥ and how like having kids just made him love reader more ♥♥♥

“Mama!”  

The door to your shared bedroom bursts open, breaking the peaceful Saturday morning silence and abruptly waking you and Simon. His arm is thrown around you loosely, but your bodies have drifted to opposite sides of the bed overnight.  

You groan, still sleepy as the two toddlers come running in after one another, launching themselves onto the bed, and landing with a thud in between you and your husband. 

“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!” They yell, scrambling to stand from where they landed on their bellies and knees and beginning to jump up and down on the mattress. You should scold them for jumping on the bed but you’re too tired.  

“We’re up, we’re up.” Simon reassures groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Since the moment they were born there was always a fondness in his tone when he spoke to them, whether he was scolding them or listening to them babble about their day. Even now, when he’s half asleep, you can hear it laced into his words. It's subtle but prominent.  

He pushes himself to sit up, while you stay cuddled under the blanket, trying to savor the warmth of the pillows and blankets

Your daughter giggles, jumping onto Simon. He lets out an exaggerated groan, closing his eyes and sticking out his tongue as if dead. A moment later he pops open one eye. “You’re going to kill your old man if you're not careful sweetheart," He warns her. She grins lopsidedly at his words.  

“You’re not that old daddy," she assures him, and he shakes his head with a chuckle, turning to watch their much calmer son, who's shuffling his way under the covers. You open your little cocoon of blankets, lifting it and allowing him to slide in next to you. 

“Mama,” he starts once he’s comfortably situated, “can we make pancakes for breakfast?” His eyes are big and pleading as he asks. It makes you smile at him. How could you ever say no to such a look?  

“Yes, baby we can,” you lean over pressing a kiss on his forehead. He beams.  

“I want to stir!” He exclaims excitedly. Simon holds back a chuckle at the way you wince at such a loud statement so close to your ears. His eyes gleam with love.  

“No, I want to stir!” Your daughter protests with a pout.  

“You guys can take turns,” you decide for them. Your daughter grumbles a bit but quickly shrugs it off, sliding off Simon and jumping off the bed.  

"The last one in the kitchen is a rotten egg!” She calls, beginning to run out of the room. Hearing her words, her brother quickly clamors out of the bed next to you and runs out behind her.  

The little boy shouts behind her in protest, “Hey! That's not fair. You got a head start!”  

You sigh exasperatedly, watching them go, then glancing at your husband. His eyes are already on you, watching with adoration.  

“What?” you ask, catching his sweet gaze. You can't help the smile that etchs its way onto your face under his eyes. You feel like a school girl with a crush again.

He doesn't respond, reaching for you and gently pulling you towards him so he can cradle your face in his hands. For a moment he just looks at you, a small, soft smile forming on his face as he strokes his thumb on your cheek. He swears he can feel his heart grow tenfold every time he looks at you.

If you had told Simon fifteen years ago that in due time, he’d be married with two rascal toddlers running around his cozy home he would have laughed in your face and called you crazy. He had given up on the idea of a wife and kids for a long time but you changed that. You brought back those dreams and turned them into reality.  

Simon leans down to kiss you gently, a soft whisper leaving his lips.

“I love you.”

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I think it’s time to rewatch avatar

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there's something very scary about the way we argue and entertain discourse on israel or on settler colonialism when, on the ground, israel has totally isolated northern gaza and is currently systemically liquidating jabalia (a refugee camp in northern gaza) just as they have, from the very beginning, said they would do. just as large swathes of israel came to be in 1948, to 1967, to the west bank today. there's something scary about watching indigenous people undergo a genocide in real-time in 2024 like they're squatters on some prime property while nobody moves except to argue about semantics. there's something scary about people being trapped and killed like fish in a barrel while you can text them and follow them on social media and watch their pleas in video as soldiers and tanks come closer. what the hell is this

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Padmē sketch

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pushing myself to put out work I'm proud of instead of just posting anything because "I need to post soon"

sometimes i forget that writing is a hobby and not a chore

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

I hope this finds someone who can help and donate! Please reblog and interact

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Been feeling like writing is a chore for so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to sit down n js let the words flowwww

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Want Star wars thoughts you say?

So a guilty pleasure of mine for star wars fics is when the reader is like from earth and ends up in star wars. I know it's cringy alot of the times but I love it lol.

Anyways reader from earth/our times and she's in the prequels/Anakin time. So maybe some jedi finds her passed and brings her to the jedi temple. Once she awakes she tells them where's shes from and everything.

The jedi council are working on a way to send her back home. But reader is criticizing the jedi council for the "no attachments" and the "no negative emotion" rule. She then goes on to say that research from scientist has found that people who don't express their anger or negative emotions tend to have worse outcomes. She explains to them how all emotions including negative emotions are good. She just absolutely clowns them lmao.

Idk this is such a random thought lol.

I think we share a brain because same??? I have to admit I have put myself in this kind of scenarios at least once or twice - it’s def been more times than that - especially as someone who believes in shifting. I also hate the “no attachment rule” and the “no negative emotions rule”. It literally infuriates me that they don’t teach Jedi how to process there emotions instead of bottle them up. So the thought of the reader clowning them over it is to damn goooddd!

I can just imagine the chaos the reader would cause because the Jedi council probably wouldn't like what she says, but other Jedi might rally behind her and agree. I could even see them treating her a bit like a criminal after she starts talking about it because, well, we know how they are.

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Why is my masterlist always doing some weird shi

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idk what i expected the atwow fandom to be like now, but I did not expect it to be this dead.

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hi! i loved songcord so much, i thought you could really do this idea justice. i was thinking, and what if reader finds lip gloss or something similar in one of the old buildings and decides to try it on. either of the sully boys (your choice!) just cannot stop looking at it and wanting to kiss them! maybe a little spice please? thank you!

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➜ Pairing: Lo'ak x gender!neutral!reader

➜ Summary: You find a little treasure while exploring an abandoned building in 'Hell's Gates' with Lo'ak that leads to a tender moment between the two of you.

➜ Warnings: kissing

➜ Word Count: 1.7k

➜ Notes: hi guys ^_^

“Lo’ak we can't be here!” You hissed, tugging at his hand in an attempt to get him to turn around. He refused, continuing to move through the thinning underbrush of the forest. 

“It’s been abandoned for years, we’ll be fine!” he replied insistently, pulling you along with him. You grumbled in protest, but he ignored you, looking through the last layer of leaves to make sure it was, in fact, as clear as he insisted. His eyes swept the area back and forth, catching at every small movement before he deemed it clear and marched right through onto the turf of Hell’s Gate.  

You bit your bottom lip, cursing his stubbornness and scurrying out of the greenery behind him. You follow behind him as he runs to the nearest concrete structure. It takes the two of you, and a good amount of pulling, to pry the airtight door open. Finally, it swings open, its hinges squeaking from years of neglect and making you stagger back. It begins to close again by the time you both regain your footing, and you both slip through the narrowing entry. Just barely avoiding the heavy thing closing on your tail. You squeak in surprise.  

The inside of Hell’s Gate is just as empty and – if not more – dead as the outside. It lacks the lively greens that have grown over the grey structures. Everything is white, gray and an “ugly medical blue" as you'd heard Jake describe it once. The machines and tables are covered in a heavy layer of dust.

You swipe the pad of your finger over one as you pass it, frowning as the blue of your skin turns grey.  

“This is gross,” you state, whipping your finger against yourself with a frown. Lo’ak nods in agreement.  

“Definitely not as cool as what we have back in the mountains,” he adds, although technically speaking it's all the same, just less dusty.  

“But look at the size of it…no way all those tiny sky people needed this much space,” you joke, and Lo’ak laughs. Pushing the door to the next room open, he notes that this door is much lighter than the last.

The two of you walk in, your eyes glazing over everything in the room as you drift off from him to explore it. The room reminds you of where Norman and some of the other scientists sleep, so you gather it must be some type of sleeping corridor, although it is quite bare. There are no sheets or pillows, no bags full of belongings or clothes on hooks or racks. Just steel and metal structures that stack on top of one another and hold thin white mattresses on them. Although the mattresses can hardly be described as white now.  

“It's empty!” Lo’ak exclaims from his side of the room, beginning to make his way towards you. You open your mouth about to agree with his statement before a small bag catches your eye. It’s tucked under one of the bunks, just barely visible from where you stand. It must have been forgotten. You have to bend down to see the whole thing, and get down on your hands and knees to reach it. 

Lo’aks heavy footsteps halt as he reaches you. “What are you doing?” he questions with furrowed brows and an amused smile.  

“I found…” you reach under the bunk, pausing as you grasp onto the bag and pull it out, “this.” You pull yourself back up, grasping the tiny bag between your pointer and thumb. There's a floral pattern imprinted on the fabric. Unsurprisingly you don’t recognize any of the plants depicted in the design.  

“Is there anything inside it?” he asks with a grin, giddy eyes eager for an adventure. You shake the bag to answer his question, a small grin of your own forming when you feel something rattle around inside it.  

“Yes!” you giggle, fumbling around with the piece of fabric, trying to find a way to open it. After a moment your large fingers get a grip on the tiny zipper head. With a gentle tug you pull the zipper open, and flip the bag upside down, letting the small treasure inside fall into your palm.  

This time you're both confused as you stare at the small clear tube in your hand. Inside you can see a long stick that goes through the middle and looks to be connected to the silver head of the tube and a thick looking liquid. The tube looks to only be half full, with a light pink tint to the liquid inside. 

Your eyebrows furrow and you shake the bag again to check if there's anything else inside, maybe something that could explain or at least give you a clue to what the odd-looking liquid is for, but nothing comes out.

Lo’ak takes it from your small hand into his larger one, spinning it between his fingers. He squints looking closely at it.  

“I think something is written on it…” he says uncertainly. He brings it closer to his face, in an attempt to read the tiny English text. A language he could just barely read, thanks to his lessons with Jake as a child.  

“Can you read it?” you ask, watching as he sounds out the letters to himself. His mouth opens and closes, whispers of sounds coming from them for a minute before he strings them together. 

“Lip-gloss.” He says uncertainly, and then he repeats it, more confident this time, “It’s lip gloss.” Lo’ak frowns at the tube uncertainly, letting you take it from his hands. You roll it over your fingers, inspecting it.  

"I'm going to try it.” You decide.  

“You don't even know how to use it.” Lo’ak argues.  

You look at him like he’s stupid. “It’s gloss for your lips, you put it on your lips, Lo’ak. It’s in the name.” He rolls his eyes, his face contouring into an almost pout like expression. You giggle, which only upsets him further and he looks away from you.  

Turning your attention back to the tiny tube, you decide to ignore him for a moment. You grasp the tube by the bottom with one hand, fumbling at the top of it with the other, attempting to unscrew it. You grunt in frustration as your fingers slip and fumble around the tiny thing, but after a few moments of struggle and much effort it gives a little pop, and the top unscrews.  

You can feel Lo'aks eyes on you from where he stands, watching as you bring the product-soaked wand to your lips, gliding it along the surface of the soft skin. You can't see it, but Lo’ak is blushing as he sees the soft tint of pink showing through the gloss. The way he’s so eagerly staring at your lips doesn't go unnoticed, and your cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment when you notice it.  

You bring the tube down, hesitantly asking, “does it look bad?” His eyes snap to yours, and he clears his throat. 

“No it-” he stutters, and you cringe at the hesitation. “It looks good.” He looks away, taking a deep breath in an attempt to collect himself, before moving in front of you to continue into the next room. “We should explore more before we have to head back.”  

He swings the metal door open, holding it open for you with an outstretched hand, and letting it shut behind you. You can't bring yourself to make eye contact with him, still slightly embarrassed, but you can feel his eyes on you, or more so your lips. The next couple of rooms are the same as the last, and you guys walk through sleeping area after sleeping area in silence until Lo’ak speaks up.  

“Are you alright?” he asks suddenly. You turn your head slightly, your eyes fluttering up to meet his and then going back down.  

“Yes why?”  

“You’re red," he says.  

You offer a half-assed explanation, “It’s just a little bit hot in here.” Suddenly he stops walking, and you come to a halt beside him. Your eyebrows furrow and you look at him in confusion. “What’re you doing?” you ask.   

He doesn't answer for a long moment, and you can practically see the gears in his head turning as he thinks. If this had been in a different context, you would’ve made a joke about how it's probably taking him so long to think of whatever it was because he doesn't do much thinking, but you hold your tongue.  

“I think the lip gloss looks really nice on you!” He blurts suddenly, and your cheeks flush a deep red.  

“Thank you Lo’ak.” You say shyly. He takes a step closer to you as you speak, his eyes trained on your lips as they move before flicking up to your eyes. He takes another step towards you and your breath hitches at the lack of distance now. You can faintly feel the heat radiating off him, and your eyes flutter up to meet his. 

“What’re you doing?” The question comes out in a whisper. The distance between you and him, or lack thereof, makes you breathless. Lo’ak doesn't respond, instead your answer comes as the feeling of a rough hand cupping your waist and another on your cheek, pulling your face forward. You don't have time to think about what happens next, and as if by instinct your eyes flutter shut, and you feel his warm lips pressing against yours.  

The kiss is slow, and sensual, and you melt into it. You’ve known the Sully boy most of your life, but never had you thought that you would end up in a situation like this with him. After a moment Lo’ak pulls back, and breaks the kiss.  

As his eyes open and meet yours there’s an oddly raw and venerable look in his eyes that you’re not used to. You’ve only seen it a couple times, and you were honestly not sure you were supposed to have seen it, but this time your gaze feels welcome.  

“Was that okay?” he asks quietly, and you can hear an underlying worry and nervousness in his tone.  

You assured him gently, "That was perfect.”