#this is heaps better

[spaceinvadeeer]

social anxiety to obsessive thoughts pipeline

[altschmerzes]

seen one too many snide posts about this in the last week or so but did you know that if you don't enjoy scenes in smut establishing consent or checking in then you simply don't have to read them and you don't have to go online and whine about how they're Consent Posturing and Purity Culture and Sanitizing Everything and God Just Kill Me Now. like you can have a preference without making it into a three act morality play, which is ironically what you are accusing other people of doing.

the same goes for like, detailed content warnings on fics. or content warnings at all. you can just skip those. they're not a sign of Purity Culture Gone Too Far or Those Damn Puriteens or whatever. you can dislike things without being an asshole about them or implying they're Taking Away What's Good And Correct About Fic Or Creativity.

[takaraphoenix]

Throwing this out there because it is only a half-coherent thought but one that I fully can not shake.

A Darklina AU for Steter would be spectacular. Mostly because the parallels between Aleksander and Peter hit me so damn hard all the time, I am truly rotating these two in my head so much together.

Peter as the ruthless general whose people have been hunted and killed simply for existing and being different from "normal" humans?

The Argents as the royal bloodline of Ravka, the oppressors, the killers, the enslavers.

Peter, who lost everything to them, including his kindness and gentleness. Who is willing to become the monster they want him to be.

Centuries on his own, plotting his revenge.

And then he finally finds the Sun Summoner. The Spark. And they're just... nothing like what Peter had anticipated. Fierce, passionate, cheeky. Perfect.

And for the first time, there is something he wants as much as his revenge. He wants this power and he wants that power at his side.

[neverpathia]

genuinely. i think that once cheated and razor get past their difficulties (which, in all fairness, would probably take two eternities and one multiversal apocalypse or something), they'd actually be kind of like bickering siblings always trying to one-up each other.

i mean, the violence aspect is always there, but homicide would probably just count as a normal Tuesday at that point.

[p0pp3t]

porter solaire is it too late to start? got your heart in a headlock? i don’t believe any of it

[muchmossymess]

"Kit did nothing wrong" NO he did plenty wrong but I forgive him anyway, Michael however did nothing wrong at all ever

[no-thought-crimes]

Bestie just started a convo about supporting consanguinamory unprompted. Should I marry her? /j

[bob-bobb]

i finally did Goldie gramps! Took a while (because I didn't like the other drafts) But I did it!

[merlions]

"If you weave in your ends correctly you shouldn't ever have to tie a knot when you break your working yarn, the tension and friction of the woven-in yarn going back and forth will hold it in place securely enough you don't have to add a big bulky knot" I KNOW!!!!! I know that!!! I don't care, it doesn't FEEL secure enough!!! That's my emotional support knot I need it to feel safe!!!!!!!!!!

[televisionenjoyer]

what gives white famous men the confidence to post this shit 😭😭😭

[sleepylittle-wolf]

Young and sweet, only seventeen...

[moraxsthrone]

Morax wrapping his tail around to keep you still against his lap as his gives your pussy a couple slaps then spreading your folds open to see how sopping wet you are just from that only

~🐏

WHINING SHAKING CLIMBING MY WALLS

PLEASE HAVE MERCY

morax could do just about anything to me with his tail wrapped around me. wouldn't even have to be holding me tight. just feeling those warm scales and the soft tufts of fur on my skin would SEND ME. and if one of those golden battle-worn hands slap my pussy?? he don't even have to look...he'll be able to FEEL how wet i am on his thigh.

[arcade-confetti]

How am I meant to put into words that I absolutely do think Jason has an internal desire to be better than others without making it sound like he's stupid and has an ego like

[hurricanek8art]

Nightmares and Memories: a Legacy of the Sith one-shot

In which I am apparently posting fic now? I DON'T KNOW. I've had this drabble written since the rumors about a certain someone's return started a few months ago as a "just in case" and now it's really relevant and I'm hopped up on Celebration excitement and frustration over not being able to solve that art problem. SO FIC. I GUESS. *INTERNAL SCREAMING*

Agent Chrysali Vidoi is used to nightmares, what with all the ghosts from her past and skeletons in her closet—but some are worse than others, and this one might be the worst of them all, because he's the only one left that she's genuinely afraid of. Set somewhere around the beginning of 7.5's story. Spoilers for that and some of 7.6 obviously abound. Sticking most of it under a read more because of that, and also because I'm slightly terrified and it's less of a jumpscare when I open the SWTOR tag. 🙃

...I need some kind of divider graphic for summaries for if when i post more writing instead of just a line of these (~~~) thingies i forgot what they're called...

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This wasn't right.

She was on the deck of his flagship. The Eradicators were outside the viewport. This wasn't right. This was all space flotsam.

This wasn't right.

This.

Wasn't.

Right.

"Hello, Agent."

Chills went down her spine. The air flew out of her lungs. She turned, trying to draw her blades, her blasters, something, but it was too late. In a heartbeat, she was in the air though nothing was touching her, pinned to the bulkhead like an insect. She couldn't struggle. She couldn't even move.

"It's been a long time," he said, unreadable behind the featureless mask. His hands were folded behind his back, she could feel his eyes upon her. Sweat rolled down her face. Tears poured from her eyes. Don't, please don't, don't look at me, don't—

"You have changed in our years apart. Grown stronger, I think. You have something to lose now, something to fight for. It's emboldened you. Made you even more dangerous."

No, please, no, no—

"Oh, do not concern yourself with that. I do not come seeking revenge," he said coolly, taking a few steps forward. The pressure in her lungs, the fear in her mind, increased with every micrometer. "At least, not yet. Not now. I wanted to see how you've changed before I make my move."

Her heart pounded in her chest, in her throat, in her ears, but still she was trapped, and he grew ever closer, faces centimeters apart now.

"I have waited all this time. Planned. Strategized. Looking for the perfect moment to finally strike. I believe that time grows close now. So close I can almost taste it. I am coming, Agent. I shall return."

Her voice struggled to leave her throat. "Why... tell... me?"

"I chose you all that time ago, did I not? You and I are alike. Made unique from our peers. Alone in the galaxy because of it." His mask was almost touching her face, it was so close. She couldn't breathe. "You defied my offer before. But I am generous. I will extend the offer to stand by my side once more, and once more only. I trust you to make the correct decision, when the time comes. Goodbye, Agent. Until we meet again..."

Chrysali's entire body shuddered and jerked as she awoke, gasping for air. Strands of hair stuck to her face with sweat, loose pajamas clinging to her skin, and her heart hammered and thudded against her ribs. Chills went up and down her bare arms, the soft red light of the cybernetic nodes studded along her arms and shoulders steadily blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dark in the bedroom, and awareness of where she actually was began to sink in. She was safe, she was home, he wasn't here—

"Chrys?" Theron mumbled sleepily. He must've been woken up when she sat up so suddenly and shifted his arm around her. "Everything okay?"

She fought to steady her breathing, still searching the room. "I—the flagship, the Eradicators—Jadus, he was there, he spoke to me—"

He groggily sat up with her, awake but not quite alert. "What do you mean?"

"He was—was talking about returning. He wants me to serve him again. I can't—I won't—I—"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," Theron said quietly. He put an arm around her, rubbing her arm soothingly. "Sounds like another bad nightmare. You've had these before."

"This one was so real," Chrysali breathed, panting slightly.

"But it's gone now," Theron soothed. "C'mon, let's go back to sleep, we've got a busy day tomorrow." He glanced at the chrono on the opposite wall and groaned softly as he laid back down. "Today. We have a busy day today. In about five hours."

Right. They were still tracking Shae, however poorly that was going. And Chrysali was still putting feelers out with her old network to dig up more dirt on Heta Kol, see if they could tackle that part of the problem from a different direction. Lots to do.

"The human cost is acceptable. The only alternative is to let Jadus escape—and do worse down the line."

"The human cost isn't acceptable to me!"

She shuddered at the old memories, trying to push them away. It was so long ago now. And Lana had tracked Jadus briefly during the Zildrog incident, he was somewhere in the Unknown Regions, minding his business on his own little planetoid. He wasn't an active threat. They were okay. They were safe. She was safe. Theron was safe.

Chrysali settled back in, head in its usual spot on Theron's chest so she could listen to his heart, hand rested against his ribs and over the scar tissue from Nathema. Theron was already back asleep, arm instinctively back around her and settled just right so he could feel her breathing.

They were safe.

It was just a nightmare.

It had to be.

Slowly, uneasily, Chrysali drifted off back to sleep

[dafpork]

i'm TALKIN' ABOUT THIS AGAIN LOOK OUT but i just really have to stress how truly insane this is. so much so that every time i rewatch it, it hits me all over again with "THIS REALLY HAPPENED DIDN'T IT" and i feel like people need to know the true extent of just how.. nuts. this is. "you guys are seeing this too right" etc etc. so we know from this clip that Porky is pretty much implying Daffy broke up with him, and, by proxy, that they dated. somehow this is the least bizarre thing about this to me

BUT THEY RUN WITH THIS ALL THROUGH THE EPISODE?? for those who haven't seen this one (PLEASE FIX THAT! it's Hooray for Hollywood Planet, possibly tied for my favorite episode of the series), the entire episode is about them making "Duck Dodgers: The Movie" and how it's going to be a "true to life biography film", etc etc. so, of course, Porky's role is cast as this luscious "beautiful young Space Cadet" and he gets all pissy about it. they write her into a romantic role and basically make a Romance Movie between Daffy and this girl. who is playing Porky's character btw. they are effectively making a Daffy and Porky Romance Movie

BUT. okay. you may be saying "well that's obviously not true, that is a sexy woman and Porky is Porky". yes. BUT. throughout the episode, Daffy keeps CASUALLY BRINGING STUFF UP and acting like she should already know these details because she's "Porky", including "Look, I told ya when we first started dating that I played the banjo!". ?????????!!!?!!?!!?!?!?!?!!?!!?!?!?!?!!?!!?!?!?!?!!?!!?!?!?!?!!?!!?!?!?!

or how about when we have Porky sitting here all teary-eyed when Daffy is talking about how much Porky means to him:

"Cadet, remember all we've meant to each other!"

"I never loved you, it was only a job to me!"

"I once had a Cadet who knew that being a Cadet was more than just a job. I count myself as privileged to have served beside him."

HELLO?????????????????????

AND LIKE. i know Wow Sexy Romantic Lead As Porky's Role Haha is the entire joke. as if making an entire ROMANTIC "BIOGRAPHY" ABOUT DAFFY AND PORKY WASN'T ENOUGH IN THE FIRST PLACE. i can see how this would be like "well this is clearly made up" but it's the CASUAL REMARKS FROM BOTH CHARACTERS (the break-up comment, the. banjo comment) UNINITIATED BY ANYTHING IN THE SCRIPT (at least for the latter) that is just. ??????????? Duck Dodgers literally out here telling us Porky and Daffy have dated and broke up and Porky is moved enough to get emotional at this stupid confession scene or whatever that is very clearly Daffy speaking about him (hence the "him") and it's just. guys. you are missing out on so much. ARE YOU SEEING THIS. I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING INSANE. WHY IS NOBODY ELSE SEEING THIS

[rewvyu]

Dye feature details are unveiled!!