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I love explicit fanfic. I love smutty shipping. I love horny one shots. I love filthy erotic nasty longfics.

I love character or plot driven fic that uses sex as a tool for characterization, conflict and catharsis, and I love fic that exists solely to be hot and sexy.

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babe wake up, full canon accurate and up-to-date map of the star wars galaxy just dropped

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candace flynn is THE most teenage girl character of all time. she is at level 100 anxiety 24/7. she shows her love for her brothers by trying to get them in trouble constantly. her neck is as long as her forearm. she features on a blues album after having an allergic reaction. she has a shrine to her boyfriend in her room. she can't live without her phone. she has a panic room in the basement. she plays 20 instruments that all start with the letter B. she read all of sherlock holmes in one night. she's seen their platypus running around as a secret agent more than once, assumed she was hallucinating each time, and moved on with her life while telling no one. she likes wrestling video games. she was rutabaga princess. she has a billion people to email memes to but when she's trying to think of friends she can only think of four people and one of them is her mom. most animals hate her except monkeys. she invented grilled cheese flavored ice cream. she pretended to be irish for a week. she's autistically obsessed with her universe's version of barney. she writes marvel fanfiction. she does parkour. there's an entire archive of her voice actress screaming just in case her voice ever gave out while recording. she sees her brothers build time machines and rollercoasters every day but doesn't believe in santa. when she starts scheming the wicked witch of the west theme starts playing in the background. she was elected queen of mars. she won a "mayor for the day" essay competition. there's a random person in town who's been avoiding her to the point she doesn't know he exists. she learned how to parallel park by driving a monster truck. she thinks the plural of moose is "meese." she tracks her mom with a GPS. she doesn't know her little brother's full name. she's scared of heights, spiders, and the number seven. when her boyfriend told her he'd call "soon" she started doing complex math to try and figure out when exactly that would be. her first thought upon seeing her royal doppelganger was to go to the laundromat and fill all the dryers with cheese. she earned 50 not-girl-scout patches in one day through sheer determination. she can run fast enough to catch up to moving cars. she can sense when ground is broken in the backyard and when people are judging her. one time she got her face caught in the sink. her brothers carved her into mount rushmore. every now and again a magical zebra appears, calls her kevin, and then disappears again. she killed 99% of an alien invasion with a t-shirt cannon. in an alternate universe she's leading a regime-destroying resistance at the age of 15. she's being accidentally gaslit every day of her life.

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(let’s be honest, Yoda knew this whole time and he’s been waiting for the perfect moment to strike)

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deleted scene from empire strikes back

(based off of this)

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So I started watching this show called Legends 招摇 and I’d like to debut my new favorite discourse reaction gif:

This is a public domain gif! you have my permission to use it as a reaction to other posts.

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Colored pencil scribbles with Clone Wars gang, later added some digital colors.

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Almost said fuck it we ball to my BIG boss at work today.

Saved it last minute but i said alas we perservere instead.

So..... its not better.

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Drive

Ahsoka wasn't allowed to sit in the passenger seat. Even when Rex wasn't occupying it as he currently was, she was always stuck on the bench in the back of the Twilight. Anakin was still convinced she'd slam into some controls during some evasive maneuver and leave him scrambling to compensate.

She huffed and crossed her arms in annoyance every time. And usually spent the flight complaining loudly to R2. Not today though.

She was injured. Not too badly. But enough to take the wind out of her sails. The bandages covering her exposed skin kept her mostly still, even in the even flight of hyper space.

Maybe in pity or maybe in reward, Anakin had let Ahsoka pick the music he simply had to have playing lowly through the flight console. On the stipulation that it was something they could all enjoy.

The music reflected her mood. Subdued and low. Crooning male singers with string instruments accompanying them. Rex didn't care for music as much as some of his vod.

He liked singing when he was in a group. When it accompanied dancing or drinking. When it was loud enough to drown out the verd at 79s. But he didn't feel the need to fill the silence with it.

Anakin did. He needed something to listen to when he piloted or worked with his hands. And Ahsoka liked it. Often having something playing softly when she sat down to do her temple work.

He rarely paid much attention to the lyrics. Half the time they were in a language he didn't recognize or they were overly poetic sugary nonsense.

But when her head tipped back, a wince in her brows from the stretch of her shoulder, and her mouth fell open, he expected a sound of pain. That's not what he heard.

There was a soft reverberating sound coming from deep in her chest, almost a purr but with too much voice in it. It pitched with the voice coming from the console. Raising and falling in tandem.

A sound like longing and trepidation. But soothing as well. Soft and firm.

And then words formed on the tip of her tongue. Too drawn to really be spoken. Like they were really forming deep in her chest before they ever reached her vocal cords. Like it was bubbling up slowly. Taking great effort for her to get out.

The words became more solid. Still soft, still quiet.

They were a promise.

He didn't need the force to read the emotion behind them. He could feel it. The resolve, in the face of fear. The assertion of control, like getting unsteady feet back underneath yourself. Like the promise laced with blood on so many other verd's lips.

"it's a good day for someone else to die." He'd heard it a hundred times. The mando'a butchered and remade by thousands of unworthy tongues. Until it meant something else to them.

The same thing that these words, hummed so soothingly meant to Ahsoka. "I'll be there."

It passes through the air soft as a whisper. Sweeter than the male singer could ever have said it.

He can't help the bolt of feeling that carves through him. It feels wrong in such a tender moment, to have his heart try to leap out of his chestplate. He takes a breath and tries to push the sting away.

Anakin casts him a look from the corner of his eye. It looks like mischeif and fondness.

Both of his jedi smile the same smile though neither are looking at each other.

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Do you ever think that Dooku decided to train Qui-gon, despite his exentricities, despite their differences, and despite the fact that he was already being led to the darkside, because Qui-gon was the last example Dooku saw of what he wanted the jedi to be?

Do you think Qui-gon was Dooku's last hope in having faith in the order that raised him?

Do you think that Qui-gon became such a shining example of all the good moral helpful and selfless ways a jedu should serve the galaxy at least in part because Dooku wanted to beleive it was possible. That he taught Qui-gon to be good wven when he himself was going bad because he needed to believe that there was anyone left that could be good. Could be true. And wise and kind.

Do you think that his final fall to the darkside had more to do with his own darkness killing the last spark of hope he saw in the galaxy more than it had to do with his dislike for the jedi?

Do you think he blamed himself for Qui-gon's death and that is what he believes made him truly unredeamable?

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Ahsoka as being severely alergic to citrus fruit. Like throat closed epi pen level allergic.

Anakin as suffering from intrusive thoughts and ocd AND finding it hard to distinguish from the force. Especially contamination based fears. Also hordes water because of access insecurity fears.

Obi-wan suffering from migranes and insomnia due to his visions. Frequently passing out for short periods of time on the bridge or in camp due to poor sleeping habits.

Ahsoka having lung damage and breathing problems from exposure to toxic gas, bomb debree and concentrated coolat during the CWs. She has to take breathing treatments for the scareing on her lungs.

My clone OC Limp who suffers from pain and limited mobility due to several simultaneous breaks in his leg. His ankle is fused and he has limited access to any kind of mobility aid.

Peter parker and Tony Stark having food related intake probelms with texture and flavor. Not quite ARFID, but deffinitly sensory seeking and avoiding behaviors. Both keep a lot of safe foods stocked. Though exactly what those foods are are wildly different. And they bicker about food alot.

Ahsoka having bone density problems especially in her montrals towards the end of the war from both mild malnutrition and exposure to constant loud sounds. Effecting her hearing for a few years after and leaving her with a reocuring ringing problem for the rest of her life.

April O'neil as having various joint and muscle conditions depending in the iteration.

Bayverse April has a joint and connective tissue disorder that makes her a little too bendy at her joints. This causes full body pain especially in the winter. As well as frequent sublimations and an inabiltity put any pressure on her shoulders for fear of socket damages worsening. As well as digesitve discomfort. Her elbows often bend the wrong way which causes a lot of pain.

2003 April has Dermatomyosis, a muscle based condition chracterized by swelling and weakness after overuse. Difficulty in gaining significant muscle mass and itchy red rashes appearing on the skin over effected muscles. Most noticiable after training or a fight when her whole body goes weak and she breaks out in rashes.

2012 April has classic Ehlers-Danlos. Which she kept secret until splinter discovered it during her training as a Konoichi. She has joint hyper mobility especially in her hands, hips, and shoulders. This makes her more vulnerable to overextention injuries and dislocations. Her digestive problems manifest as nutrition absorption problems which leads to blood sugar problems and anemia. The most disconcerting effect for her training is the effect on her grip strength.

What's your favorite Character-Specific Uncommon* Disability Headcanon?

One of mine is that I like to write Obi-Wan Kenobi as having a joint disorder that readers have generally interpreted as being analogous to Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome.

Some examples that I've read would be Bo-Katan Kryze having diabetes, Uzumaki Naruto being colorblind, or Natasha Romanoff having a severe anaphylactic response to kiwi fruit.

I just want to hear what specific thing you've decided a character has that doesn't get explored in fiction as often as it does.

* Requirements to qualify:

Not canon stuff (e.g. Anakin and Luke Skywalker are both amputees)

Not 'well I translated this canon thing into a real world context for a modern au (like Tony Stark having a heart defect since the glowing magnet to ward off shards isn't necessarily realistic)

Not the Super Popular stuff (generally the umbrella of autism, ADD, ADHD, depression, PTSD, addiction, and anxiety disorders that are commonly projected onto or extrapolated from characters)

The disability itself doesn't need to be uncommon IRL, but its presence as a meaningful headcanon does.

It has to be specific to a character. "I like to think that this character, or these several characters, have XYZ" rather than "I like to give XYZ to characters."

Important! It cannot be played for a joke. 'This character has an allergy to a weird or tasty food' only counts if it's treated seriously. An example of a canon 'joke' allergy would be the mushroom incidents in That's So Raven.

'Why are there so many qualifiers?' because I know how people tend to misinterpret my posts/prompts, and if I give people a numbered list and examples, we might be able to head off some of the 'whoops, I missed a word' responses

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the five homoerotic love languages:

- intimate stabbing

- outright obsession

- confused pining

- "no one knows me like you do"

- lifelong promises that always sound suspiciously like wedding vows

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Clearly something is breaking through my emotional walls rn. And it might be suspiciously Ahsoka shaped.

It think she wants something from me.....

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Drive

Ahsoka wasn't allowed to sit in the passenger seat. Even when Rex wasn't occupying it as he currently was, she was always stuck on the bench in the back of the Twilight. Anakin was still convinced she'd slam into some controls during some evasive maneuver and leave him scrambling to compensate.

She huffed and crossed her arms in annoyance every time. And usually spent the flight complaining loudly to R2. Not today though.

She was injured. Not too badly. But enough to take the wind out of her sails. The bandages covering her exposed skin kept her mostly still, even in the even flight of hyper space.

Maybe in pity or maybe in reward, Anakin had let Ahsoka pick the music he simply had to have playing lowly through the flight console. On the stipulation that it was something they could all enjoy.

The music reflected her mood. Subdued and low. Crooning male singers with string instruments accompanying them. Rex didn't care for music as much as some of his vod.

He liked singing when he was in a group. When it accompanied dancing or drinking. When it was loud enough to drown out the verd at 79s. But he didn't feel the need to fill the silence with it.

Anakin did. He needed something to listen to when he piloted or worked with his hands. And Ahsoka liked it. Often having something playing softly when she sat down to do her temple work.

He rarely paid much attention to the lyrics. Half the time they were in a language he didn't recognize or they were overly poetic sugary nonsense.

But when her head tipped back, a wince in her brows from the stretch of her shoulder, and her mouth fell open, he expected a sound of pain. That's not what he heard.

There was a soft reverberating sound coming from deep in her chest, almost a purr but with too much voice in it. It pitched with the voice coming from the console. Raising and falling in tandem.

A sound like longing and trepidation. But soothing as well. Soft and firm.

And then words formed on the tip of her tongue. Too drawn to really be spoken. Like they were really forming deep in her chest before they ever reached her vocal cords. Like it was bubbling up slowly. Taking great effort for her to get out.

The words became more solid. Still soft, still quiet.

They were a promise.

He didn't need the force to read the emotion behind them. He could feel it. The resolve, in the face of fear. The assertion of control, like getting unsteady feet back underneath yourself. Like the promise laced with blood on so many other verd's lips.

"it's a good day for someone else to die." He'd heard it a hundred times. The mando'a butchered and remade by thousands of unworthy tongues. Until it meant something else to them.

The same thing that these words, hummed so soothingly meant to Ahsoka. "I'll be there."

It passes through the air soft as a whisper. Sweeter than the male singer could ever have said it.

He can't help the bolt of feeling that carves through him. It feels wrong in such a tender moment, to have his heart try to leap out of his chestplate. He takes a breath and tries to push the sting away.

Anakin casts him a look from the corner of his eye. It looks like mischeif and fondness.

Both of his jedi smile the same smile though neither are looking at each other.

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For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

Image Description provided by @loveize

[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

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Ahsoka's fear is so important to me. Not just the presence of it but the vacumme left in its wake.

Ahsoka's fear of being captrued again of being shot at by troopers again. Of being on a warfront again.

Ahsoka the fearless who doesn't blink at a blaster in her face. Who barely reacts to explosions. Who throws an enemy down without hesitation.

Who flinches when the corries walk too close to her. And has to steady her hand when she hears Anakin's voice. Who doesnt even breath in the presance of a jedi master after leaving the order.

Who holds everything so close to her chest that the smallest indication should land like a grenade.

Ahsoka who holds the hands of dying men and distracts the wounded and still cries when she gets her shots.