#is that a thing

[fortunelowtier]

the only redeeming quality of this year's game awards was flute guy having a different instrument in every shot he was in until eventually he evolved to his final form where bro was playing The Doohickey

bro was playing the Gigaflute

[jodielandons]

NAOMI CAMPBELL as Girl 75 GIRL 6 (1996) dir. Spike Lee

[orangehalfpeeled]

theres no plot here other than i wanted to draw rose family being cute

[teaandjumpers]

Competency kink fic when

Sunday Snippet: Obikin hand fixation/competency kink?

Read Part 1 here.

Quinlan and Ahsoka were sitting on the floor, leaning against the meditation pads as they admired the Coruscanti skyline through Obi-Wan’s floor-to-ceiling windows. 

With practiced ease, Obi-Wan had made them all drinks, Tarkenian Night Flowers for all four of them, a refreshing cocktail with a sweet, floral taste. After mixing the liquors with the crushed petals from earlier, Obi-Wan topped each drink with a dried crimson flower––one that would turn into a sticky hard candy the longer it sat in the drink. 

He handed Anakin Ahsoka’s drink first, giving him a meaningful look.

“This one’s non-alcoholic,” said Obi-Wan. “I know you’ve been smuggling her shots.”

Anakin took the drink from his Master. He had indeed been sneaking Ahsoka shots at the bar; he would rather have his Padawan get buzzed around people she knew than on some far-flung mission on her own.

“I’d like my padawan to have some fun from time-to-time,” said Anakin as he made his way towards the other pair. 

“You had fun,” Obi-Wan called from behind him, his tone a tad defensive. 

Anakin craned his neck to face his Master. “Not once, Obi-Wan.”

In response, Obi-Wan simply rolled his eyes. 

It was not one of his dismissive eye rolls; it was one of his fond why-do-I-even-bother ones. The ones that made Anakin smile to himself and kept him smiling, stupidly, embarrassingly, because it spoke of their bond, not their bond in the Force or as Master and Padawan, but their friendship, which had come to mean more to Anakin than he would have expected. 

He coveted much from his former Master. His time. Attention. Affection. Praise. But Obi-Wan’s camaraderie, one that went beyond the easy partnerships between other Master and Padawan pairs, his familiarity, the knowing of the other, every facial tick learned and cataloged, every sound a clear tell of what the other was thinking and feeling, every word spoken already anticipated, it was something altogether new and it felt precious and fragile, something Anakin wanted to build a whole new droid around, one to help him analyze it, nurture it, make it grow. 

And as wonderful as Obi-Wan’s companionship was, there was also the want. He wanted. Quite badly. He was finding it increasingly difficult to be near his Master without giving himself away, without whining at an innocent touch and chasing after it in a manner that would make it very obvious what he really craved, needed.

After Quinlan and Obi-Wan had one more cocktail each, the other Jedi Master called it quits. 

“Guess who has creche duty tomorrow,” said Quinlan, stretching his limbs as he lifted himself up off the floor. 

He held a hand out to Ahsoka and hoisted her up. His Padawan was a little shaky on her feet. Anakin had given her three shots total, plus some of his cocktail at the bar. He knew she would be fine; his Padawan was one of the most resilient people he knew, and this was partly why he had brought her along with them tonight. After a long string of dire missions, she was owed some fun. 

“Well, guess who has to help Madame Nu recategorize the agricultural records,” Ahsoka complained. 

Obi-Wan gave her a sympathetic look. While his Master liked Madame Nu, the Temple librarian always compared Obi-Wan’s research skills to that of Master Jinn’s. He had been a favorite of Madame Nu’s, and while Obi-Wan never spoke on it, Anakin knew the comparison upset him to a degree, a deep knot appearing in his forehead each time he visited the archives––not because he was jealous, his Master was not a jealous man, but because Obi-Wan clearly still missed his own Master. 

“Make certain you all drink enough water,” said Obi-Wan, calling after Quinlan and Ahsoka as they headed for the door. 

“You as well, Anakin,” he said, his voice softer.

“Can you get me some, Master?” Anakin asked sweetly, letting his voice lilt at the end of the question.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes again and that knot appeared between his brows, deep as ever. It remained there as his Master poured water into a cup and brought it to Anakin. It remained as Obi-Wan crossed his arms and watched Anakin impatiently, waiting for him to drink.  

Anakin rolled his eyes and gulped down the liquid, and only then did the knot loosen. 

Anakin brought a thumb to where the knot had been, dragging the pad of his finger up and down over his Master’s slightly oily skin.

“I like the little dent you get here when you’re cross with me,” he said, not really knowing why he was saying it. Maybe he was still buzzed, though he hadn’t had nearly as much as the others. 

If it seemed odd, his Master made no note of it. Instead, Obi-Wan laughed. 

“Well, I should hope so, since you likely had a hand in making it.”

Obi-Wan took the glass from him and returned to the kitchenette, running the sink water as he began to tidy up. 

He wasn’t sure if Obi-Wan was serious, but he selfishly hoped he was. 

“I like that, too,” said Anakin. 

Obi-Wan glanced back at him, turning off the sink. “What? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“I like that I left my mark on you.”

Obi-Wan snorted and resumed rinsing their empty cocktail glasses. “I’m sure you do.”

Anakin hopped onto the kitchen counter, making Obi-Wan huff. He glanced up at Anakin, clearly annoyed, though mostly in a fond, familiar way, before he ran another glass under the running water. 

“You can leave your mark on me if you’d like,” said Anakin. 

And that caught Obi-Wan’s attention, enough so that he turned off the water and turned his entire body to face Anakin. 

“I doubt there’s anything I can do to make you age prematurely,” said Obi-Wan.  

“You can keep acting like you were at the bar earlier. Making eyes at strangers.”

“For the last time, I was not––”

“But no, I meant another way.”

Obi-Wan looked at him, his gaze curious and intent. “Which way, Padawan?”

“You can’t think of anything?” 

For a moment, Obi-Wan appeared to consider it in earnest, the groove between his brows appearing again as he became lost in thought. 

“Well, I suppose there was a very brief period in your life, probably when you were sneaking out to attend those illegal races, where I considered spanking you.” 

Obi-Wan laughed again as he grabbed a towel and began to wipe each of his fingers dry. “But I suppose that wouldn't be very Jedi-like.”

He continued drying each finger, looking up at Anakin as he tightly twisted the cloth around each thick digit. 

“You could,” said Anakin, still staring at those fingers, unable to look away. 

“Pardon?” asked Obi-Wan, confused again. 

Anakin hopped off the counter and pulled the towel from Obi-Wan’s hand. He took up his Master’s task, holding one of Obi-Wan’s hands in his own while he toweled off the V between each finger. When he was done, he dragged his own fingers between Obi-Wan’s, following the slight curve of the man’s knuckles with the pads of his fingers. 

“You could spank me.”

He brought Obi-Wan’s hand down to his hip and curled his own hand around it, digging both his and his Master’s fingers into the meaty flesh there. 

He felt his Master’s fingers twitch and that knot appeared again, more pronounced than before. 

“I’m sure I’ve done something to deserve it,” he said, and this time Obi-Wan’s fingers dug into his skin of their own accord, spreading wide, the tips skirting the side of Anakin’s rear before digging into the fatty skin. 

He heard Obi-Wan swallow before he repeated the motion and spoke, his voice rough, low. 

“Most certainly, Padawan.”

[midgart]

lovely patre0n folks requested some victuuri ;-; i miss them

[mmoofykins]

Umm

I am literally so scared to post this u don't understand haha

Fanart for Cass apocalyptic series by @somerandomdudelmao

[levrescheri]

“my daughter is fine” Ma’am your son wants to dress up as a clown and have sex with another trans clown.

[diegofando]

[glorious-revolution]

we're not quite lovers, so i tell everyone we're just friends

When the owner looks up, all the air is punched straight out of Jayce’s chest. His deep brown hair frames his face in little waves, with the bulk of it pulled up in a bun, revealing a shock of blonde underneath. He is peering at Jayce over a pair of small circular reading glasses, and even in the dim, cosy light his eyes look lit up with an almost golden sheen. He’s… Pretty He’s- “Viktor?”

Jayce left Viktor's life like a freight train barrelling down the tracks, and returned four years later like an answered prayer. Neither one of them is sure how they fit together anymore, but they want to try.

Or: college best friends jayvik reunite after four years of no communication, and realise they're in love at very different speeds.

Hello folks! I have decided to attempt something fluffy to break up all my very heavy fic writing, so please enjoy this jayvik college au!

Rating: Not Rated Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - College/University, College, coffee shop AU, Viktor is in love with Jayce (League of Legends), Jayce is Trying His Best (League of Legends), Mutual Pining, Yearning, Lack of Communication, when youre in love with your best friend but neither of you will say it, Anxiety Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Canon Disabled Character, Trans Viktor (League of Legends), Fluff, some hurt/comfort some angst bc i cant resist, but im aiming for more fluff i promise, Bisexual Jayce (League of Legends), bookshop owner viktor

[boyslit-moving]

wym everyone's not always thinking about the silly guy ever 24/7/365?

[crystalchespin]

grasscap (again)

is this all i am to you people . the grasscap guy

anyways they are both really dumb . they are both pinningfor eachother in strange ways probably

[anabantoid]

I finally made the gofundme for Wednesday. If you see my deadname no you didn't.

tl;dr I had to put my cat's emergency vet bills on various credit cards and now I need help paying them off after she passed away. The total was $5,668.85, rounded up to $5700 for gofundme since they're not exact.

Wednesday was probably the best cat I've ever had, she meant everything to me and losing her has been one of the worst things I've gone through in my life.

Here's proof of her bills.

Please reblog and share the link.

[crazygirleddie]

i would stay forever if you say, "don't go," but you wont...

[zekreet]

Gigglleeegahahahaa

[skywritingrambles]

Hgnbgss so much queerplatonic yearning right now if I wasn't depressed I would be writing queerplatonic stobin and/or steddie and/or all three as qpps.

I might read some though because oiugh