#INTCTHATGOODNIGHT

[fightfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / anakin sent a meme.

“You are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”

"Ice 'as been fuck all thin for the last twenty years, or don't you remember global warming's what got this whole shit show rolling?" Sarcasm and bone deep weariness dripped from his words. "Though from the looks of it you might be too young to remember the way things were, before." A shift of his gaze to observe the two kids that were sat, huddled together, watching the two adults with studious eyes. "Listen, buddy, you want to make use of my truck, and my rations, you're going to have to knock that chip off your shoulder before someone, or something else around here does. Got it?"

[godresembled]

@intcthatgoodnight asked ❝ everyone feels this dread to some extent ❞

Breaths slowly steadying as her mother's presence gradually overwhelmed the dread she'd woken with, Helaena nodded. Except she didn't believe it. Not really. "It never goes away, does it?"

[spokewar]

❛ Trauma? Oh … you mean, my lore? ❜ (from anakin)

──✶absolute shit starters

"Oh, hush you!" Obi-Wan couldn't help but roll his eyes, both hands on either of Anakin's shoulders as he patted down his robes. They weren't messy (for once), but he needed to look preoccupied to keep people from approaching.

"Remember your training: if a reporter asks anything too personal or too classified. Just redirect the question. Or send them to me. Do not sass them. Or scare them." Because despite reassurances otherwise, at least half the media at their public events seemed to be Jedi critical and though having been Qui-Gon's padawan meant he was familiar with harsh press, the constant negativity was starting to wear on his nerves.

The council's as well; Master Windu was likely to have a heart attack if they came home bearing literal bad news.

"Or if someone is particularly rude then you can bring them to me and I'll sass them for you."

[paralyziingfears]

@intcthatgoodnight wants a starter from lila to dexter.

[  ....  ]                all  that  plagued  lila's  mind  was  the  thought  of  dexter.  who  he  was,  what  made  him  so  fucking  addicting  ...  all  she  desired  was  to  be  with  him.  whether  that  be  next  to  him  or  on  top  of  him;  she  just  wanted  to  soak  in  everything  he  was.  the  mystery  that  surrounded  him  was  enough  to  keep  her  so  intrigued,  to  forget  about  everything  she  wanted  to  do  before  she  met  him  and  even  enough  to  make  her  forget  parts  of  herself.  she  was  so  obsessed  with  connecting  with  him  in  a  way  he  hasn't  connected  with  anyone  else.  she  wanted  to  be  THE  ONE  for  him  ...  she  just  had  to  find  a  way  in.

she  knew  deep  inside  she  shouldn't  have  shown  up  at  his  apartment  the  way  she  did  but  she  very  well  couldn't  just  show  up  at  rita's  house,  could  she?  they  weren't  there  just  yet.  with  a  smile  that  illuminated  her  face,  she  gains  a  pep  in  her  step  when  dexter  opens  the  door  to  reveal  her  presence.  she  takes  in  a  breath,  the  excitement  of  being  with  him  already  filling  her  up  with  an  unexplainable  sense  of  joy,  ❝  dexta  ...  as  your  sponsor,  i  insist  you  join  me  for  a  little  spree.  perhaps  lunch  by  the  pier  ?  i  also  need  to  acquire  some  new  pieces  for  my  art  project.  and  before  you  answer,  you  can't  say  no.  ❞

[deficd]

@intcthatgoodnight / Alia whispered, ❝ They’re looking to you to guide them to greatness, as only you can. Take them there. ❞

Deliverance slackens in his fingertips.

He can because he must.

He can't because he's no force of will-- just the whisperings of it.

Paul can see their father in her eyes. It's in the way she looks at him and through him, unto spectacles that even he can't quite see. Narrow paths have jutting, sharp edges that wound, and certainly Alia knows that. His capillaries expand with her encouragement, though he knows all too well it isn't quite that.

"I will."

Can't, won't, shouldn't; as automatic as breathing. Doesn't do that so well anymore, not unless it's burrowed in Spice. Like a tether that chokes.

A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.

Sometimes it's easier to meld into Mentat in lieu of Bene Gesserit. Sometimes it's worthy.

Even when it hurts.

"But I want you to know, I'll appreciate any insight you have for me."

[masterfultm]

Have you been paying attention? (for dylan, from the eleventh doctor)

Dylan stared blankly at the Doctor. He had listened to this for the last ten minutes and what did Dylan hear from it all? Nothing of use. Nothing at all of use! It was all nothing he could use at all.

A hand moved to rub at his temples for a few moments. "You droned on for a while now," Dylan says. "All I heard was you're the most important person in the room."

( @intcthatgoodnight )

[hauntfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / lee

. "It's not often that we get even local law enforcement reaching out to us for assistance on a case," Lorraine admitted, gesturing the agent towards the kitchen table and chairs while she bustled about to get the tea started for them. "More often than not, our offers of help are met with ... well, let's just say, less then genial responses." A rueful smile accompanied those words, glancing back towards her unexpected guest briefly. "But then, I suspect this may not be an official request?"

[slayw4lker]

✦ —— ﹙ KENOBI ﹚ ╱ DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK.

stubbornness wrapped around every ivory bone inside his body like a vine, and a singular muscle in his jaw ticked ( out of adrenaline? annoyance? ) as anakin looked over at @intcthatgoodnight. the reprimand was well deserved —— they now sat in what was, more than likely, a dead shuttle. he almost didn't want to leave the bridge to examine the damage... not yet wanting to become witness to just how bent its wings were, how marred the machine has likely now become with ugly gashes, or just how many parts had been inevitably torn off and lost amid its descent.

but he can smell the damage —— burnt and pungent and far too familiar for his senses. he could practically taste it.

❛❛ well it's not my fault that— ❜❜ the quipped retort was on the tip of his tongue but he decidedly cut himself short... because, it ultimately was his fault. ( he should have sensed that something was wrong. ) he should have better controlled its less than gracious fall from hyperspace, he should have done better. ❛❛ never mind. ❜❜ grumbled. it would have been easy to argue like he so badly wanted to; now knowing that they were both safe, it would have been appropriate to do in his mind —— but he'd kindly spare obi-wan the pain. he finally averted his gaze away from him with a still heaving chest and a huff. ❛❛ this is just great. ❜❜

[percentstardust]

@intcthatgoodnight

The blood that covers her feels sticky in her long, like it is going to take hours to wash it out of her hair. Washing it off of her skin wouldn't be problem. Her shoes, tights, and tutu were destroyed in her eyes and she would discard them. They are easily replaced. Abigail stares at the way Joey left for longer than she should have. This is the first time in a long time she has spared someone. It is a rare occurrence for her to do so. She does not do so without reason either. And she is not sure if her father is going to be cross with her for that. She feels weak. Frank almost drained her dry. She almost met the true death because Lambert decided to betray them. Slowly, she turns to look up at her father, blue eyes that mirror his own make contact with his.

"Are you.....are you disappointed in me?"

[godresembled]

@intcthatgoodnight asked ❝ i revolt you, don’t i? ❞

He had been planning on ignoring her presence, gaze trained on the filmbook in front of him. But she deserved his honesty, though he didn't look at her as he answered. "No. But you cage me as much as I cage you."

[vampicr]

"You were the last person I expected to see today."

( @intcthatgoodnight - Kathy )

[paralyziingfears]

@intcthatgoodnight wants a starter from brian moser to dexter morgan.

[  ....  ]               this  is  all  brian  has  ever  wanted;  all  he's  ever  waited  for  for  what  seemed  like  his  whole  life.  this  plan  had  been  carefully  articulated  for  years  and  it  unfolding  in  front  of  him  seemed  so  surreal,  like  a  dream  come  true.  his  brother  was  in  arm's  length  and  he  didn't  have  to  hide  in  the  shadows  just  to  be  near  him.  he  could  ...  enjoy  a  beer  with  his  little  brother.  brian  waved  at  dexter,  beckoning  him  to  come  sit  across  from  him  at  the  table.  he  already  had  an  opened  beer  in  dexter's  seat,  ❝  hey,  dex,  come  have  a  beer  with  me  ❞  he  offered  but  his  tone  was  more  like  a  command,  a  smile  on  his  lips  nonetheless.  brian  takes  a  sip  of  his  beer,  ❝  man,  i  haven't  had  the  chance  to  tell  ya  how  sorry  i  am.  it's  gotta  suck  finding  out  about  your  father  like  this  ...  ❞  brian  expressed,  glancing  around  the  dead  man's  house  then  back  at  his  brother.  ❝  i  never  knew  my  father  either.  ❞

[deficd]

@intcthatgoodnight / Alia whispered, ❝ clever. you were testing me, weren’t you? ❞

Yes. No. Yes.

Something in between.

She feels transparent, dew on the mountaintop. Ever-giving, all-consuming. From the womb she'd festered, she'd blossomed, and for it all she carries is the voices in her head. Those, and the songs of the universe.

Silence is holy.

"In a way." The smile offered to her aunt is genuine, shards of thrown-away youth threaded within. Knitting fingers together in her lap, an idle dance of absence. She pretends to not know when her brother will return for the thrill of it.

"You passed."

[impercre]

@intcthatgoodnight grows impatient

"Has he really sent his little Fremen to do negotiate his marriage to you?" This whole marriage seemed to be an ever more absurd farce. Feyd had never had any love for the Atreides but proximity and familiarity were finally breeding absolute contempt for the upstart Duke.

The lack of respect for the Corrino princess in particular galled him. Though of course he was biased. Let that desert adventurer have his Fremen woman if he wanted but he had won and taken Irulan's hand by force yet he treated it as something of so little value.

[qapsiel]

@intcthatgoodnight ;; some meme somewhere Emma said: Fuck being the bigger person; I’m going to start biting people."

                            IT TOOK SOME GETTING USED TO after Castiel learned that Dean had not only a daughter but that said daughter is an Amazon. She doesn't seem hellbent on killing her father anymore, but that's in her blood, and Castiel is always a little careful around her, even if he tries to stay open-minded. It's not her fault that she was born as a monster, after all, and she suffered enough in Purgatory. Castiel has first-hand experience with how life was down there. "You're not a vampire," he says, "you can't just bite people. I've been told that showing your middle finger is a grave insult, which thus shouldn't be confused with the thumbs up. Try that."

[brittlefcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight - ginger, lyric starter.

"We'll work it all out together but we're getting nowhere tonight."