#I’ve had this in my drafts for so long

[rav3nmuse]

Garu x Choso

[quietquaking]

thanks to random conversation i had with a friend, i now have solidified hc’s on what different star wars characters would drink. so now you have to get to hear it!

Obi-Wan loves tea, absolutely loves it. But he relies on caf for the higher caffeine content, so he ends up drinking a lot more caf than tea. he also drinks a lot of alcohol bc his life is hell.

Cody likes black caf. Actually likes it. No one understands it. On the flip side, he actually hates tea.

Anakin likes caf, but he puts so much cream and sugar that it no longer tastes like caf. Rex hates how he does it.

Rex himself likes caf (when it actually tastes like caf) but like, a normal amount. just something you drink in the morning to wake you up, with the added bonus of tasting good.

Ahsoka loves fruity drinks cause she’s fruity too, especially anything blue raspberry or space-strawberry. she makes a great banana-strawberry smoothie.

Echo and Fives will take anything sugary they can get their hands on. most of the troopers will, actually, since they get it so rarely.

Hunter really likes spicy things, which is difficult because of his enhanced senses. Everything is really strong. So he drinks a lot of those chamoy and tajin things that were really popular for a while. (he also drinks green smoothies. with kale. never says a word about how much he hates them, never says anything when people comment. he makes sure his batch mates never see his grimace after he downs one.)

Crosshair drinks black caf, but only because he thinks it makes him look cool. he actually really hates it and if given the opportunity will get a white-girl-on-a-diet-in-fall level complicated starbucks drink with extra whipped cream and caramel sauce.

Tech usually just does water, but occasionally he’ll get an iced caf, then forget about it for 6 hours and have to drink it at normal temp.

Wrecker and Omega just get the pinkest and sparkliest thing they can find.

[purrfectlycontent]

wangxian moments that i absolutely adore (as excerpts from the book)

ft. oblivious wei wuxian

1.

"My honorable Hanguang-Jun, it isn't that I want to purposefully shame you, but you really can't do without me when handling things outside. If you ask around in such a manner, I’d be surprised if you actually managed to get results."

Although these words were a bit rude, tenderness pooled within Lan Wangji’s eyes. Again, he spoke in a low voice, "Mnn."

2.

"Young master, why is the one beside you... staring at me?"

Wei Wuxian followed his gaze just to see lan wangji turn around, stand up, and walk outside the liquor shop. "Oh, him. This friend of mine was brought up strictly. He absolutely hates it when other people are being too comfortable with each other in front of him. Isn’t that strange?"

3.

Wei Wuxian grinned and pointed at himself, "How about this one?"

Lan Wangji, "Mine."

"..."

Lan Wangji stared at him, slowly and articulately stating, "Mine."

Wei Wuxian suddenly understood.

He took Bichen off his back, thinking to himself, when I pointed at myself, Lan Zhan probably thought that "this one" meant Bichen.

4.

Lan Wangji stared at them from afar. he waited for a while, but Wei Wuxian still didn't seem like he intended to leave. Slowly looking to the ground, Lan Wangji kicked a small chunk of rock that was by his feet.

He stepped on it for a long time, rolling the innocent rock over again and again. as he looked up again, he saw Wei Wuxian take something from his sleeves and hand it to the woman who spoke the most.

Lan Wangji stood still, a black look on his face. when he really couldn't control himself anymore, ready to approach them, Wei Wuxian finally sauntered over.

5.

He looked down, but couldn't tell what it was. Wei Wuxian grasped Lan Wangji’s hand firmly so that he didn't go off on his own, bent down, and squinted.

6.

Having heard a few clashes of the blades, Wei Wuxian’s heart suddenly tightened. he blurted out, "Lan Zhan? Are you hurt?!"

7.

"So you think that Hanguang-Jun is not good?!"

Wei Wuxian touched his chin, "Hmm. he's good. Of course. He’s really good. He’s the best." As he talked, he couldn't help but break into a smile.

8.

Suddenly, he heard Lan Wangji mutter under his breath, "How frivolous."

His voice was extremely soft, as though it was directed at only himself. The two words knocked upon Wei Wuxian’s ears, somehow making his heart skip a few beats as well.

9.

After the "Mnn", he added, "I am here."

Hearing the words, something that Wei Wuxian had never felt before sprouted within his heart. It was like sorrow. His chest hurt a bit, but also felt a bit warm.

[midnigtartist]

You know you fucked up when ASTARION is giving you relationship advice

[sunglassesmish]

cas + hands for fimmf

[luminarai]

you’re on your own kid / yeah you can face this

I started this Parse comic almost a year ago (!) but I’ve only just managed to put it together now. I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Kent and how he mostly exists in bits and pieces as seen through the eyes of other characters.

There’s just something about being haunted and defined by your past (mistakes) but also finding strength on your own. (And how there can still a hopeful ending despite it all.)

[whimsyprinx]

I feel like now is a good time to announce that I’m in the process of moving blogs! Im doing so for a few reasons, the main one being paranoia, so for that reason I won’t be saying my new urls publicly so like please dm me if you’d like my new url so you can follow me there! I’ll be reblogging this post a lot so ppl can see it (so sorry if you get annoyed by that)!

I’m also remaking my discord account as well so if we’re friends on there then feel free to message me for my new username!

friends and mutuals please do reblog so shared friends/mutuals have a higher chance seeing it!

[vittoriaisfuckingpathetic]

if you’re cold, he’s cold.

remember to bring your damianos inside this winter!

[jimmyspades]

[ahundredtimesover]

Hi 👋🏽 I’ll be going on an indefinite break that may (or may not) be for good.

Writing fanfiction was an escape for me these past 2 years. It was a way to express my love for the tannies in how I wrote them as comfort characters, and it was a way for me to make sense of my own experiences and emotions. These fics have always been very personal, with a bit of me in every OC, my pains reflected in their stories, and words I wish someone told me growing up expressed in the dialogues. And I’ll always be so thankful that many of you related with them, found meaning in them, and found comfort in them. That will always be my favorite part 💜💜 stories are so powerful! They’ve allowed me to connect with so many people and make memories in this (mostly) lovely part of the site.

But the process of writing has also been draining, not as cathartic as it used to be, and not as fulfilling. So much as I find myself going back and forth with the numerous stories in my drafts, I can’t bring myself to continue with them. Not anytime soon, at least. Maybe one day the itch to write will be so intense, or JJK1/KTH1 drops and I’ll lose my shit (Untitled and Belong were born out of Indigo and D-day after all), or after rereading my stories, I’ll miss writing so much. The thing is, I’ve never loved BTS as much as I do right now; perhaps I’m content with screaming about that love to myself in the meantime.

I’ll be lurking around here, maybe pop in every once in a while (so plagiarists, keep off my work, pls). My stories will remain here as your comfort 😌 and I’ll do my best to put out the PLM drabbles I promised! Other than that, all the stories are complete for you to enjoy (sorry to those waiting on TLA 😔 I hate that I’m unable to continue). I also have Twitter (jmimi_mi). I’m also just a lurker but say hi if you want! 😊 we can talk bts and fics and whatnot over there (I’ll try, I promise).

Please give love to the authors who are still lovingly putting out work for the community! 🥰

[elmleif]

It’s Rowan’s first Pride not being celebrated in San Myshuno, and although he was not initially looking forward to today since he assumed he would be spending it alone, he has not been able to get Weston off of his mind since meeting him and has been battling with himself to build up the courage to ask him out. After a little pep talk from Cillian and help with his makeup from Saoirse, he was finally feeling confident enough to just go for it. He’s been texting with Weston since meeting, but something just took over him and he was feeling brave enough to head across the way to ask him in person. Weston excitedly agreed, so they head out to Rowan’s favorite club on the outskirts of Windenburg. Upon arriving and getting a couple drinks they stood and chatted for a while, Weston as happy and bubbly as ever and Rowan still absolutely infatuated with him. When the music blaring from the dj booth changed songs, Weston’s eyes lit up and he instantly grabbed Rowan’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor. Rowan usually isn’t one for dancing, but Weston’s joy and enthusiasm was contagious, so regardless of how horribly he danced he happily joined him. They danced for a while, over time inching in closer and closer to each other, until they shared their first kiss right in the middle of the dance floor. Definitely not Rowan’s first kiss in a nightclub, but this time couldn’t possibly feel any more different. Something about Weston felt so special to Rowan, and unlike his past emotionally unavailable partners, it actually feels like Weston reciprocates the same feelings back.

[ailani-reillata]

Ailani’s Story and the Indigenous Experience

Since it’s Ailani’s second anniversary tomorrow, I really wanted to take some time to discuss some of the themes and ideas behind her story.

I have a lot of things I want to discuss, but in this post, I want to talk about Ailani’s story as seen through an Indigenous lens. Later, I want to discuss the very specific Kānaka Maoli themes in her story, but right now, I want to cover the overall theme of Indigenous identity and how it applies to the story I’m telling. 

A lot of the issues/things I will be discussing in this post impact other communities as well, but as an Indigenous person discussing my Indigenous character, I’ll be mainly referring to these things through an Indigenous lens and perspective. 

I’ve talked endlessly about how Ailani’s story is a love letter to grief and a story of mental health, but it’s also always been a cultural outlet for me. Every aspect of her life has multiple meanings and metaphors, but right now, I want to talk about my Indigenous perspective and how that impacted the story I wrote.

Ailani’s story begins before she is born. It begins on Mandalore, her Father’s homeworld. Shortly after her parents get married, the planet is thrown into Civil War due to Republic interference and clan infighting. Ailani’s Father and his clan are forcibly removed from Mandalore after the Republic and the Jedi Order assist the New Mandalorian clan and help install a new government. Her Father is then separated by the fragmented remains of his clan and moves to Naboo. His wife insists that he will have a better life there and have better opportunities. But he is alone and isolated. No one around speaks his language, no one eats the same kind of food or wears the same kind of clothes. He is entirely alone culturally. Until Ailani is born, he is the only Mandalorian for light years. 

This story of forcible displacement, cultural isolation, and government interference shapes Ailani’s entire life, and this story is also very well known to many Indigenous communities. It’s a story I lived, and it’s a story my kūpuna lived. Many in kūpuna in my family were personally displaced by the fall of the Hawaiian Kingdom and the transition into statehood. People were removed from their homes, people were transported to other islands or even the mainland. The world was changed.

Ailani is born into a galaxy where her culture is all but lost to her family. The minerals and metals in Naboo aren’t the same, so her Father can’t practice his religion, which involves metalworking and craftsmanship. The plants and fruits aren’t the same, so he slowly forgets how to cook the meals he grew up on because he can’t find substitutes. Therefore, Ailani grows up not knowing much of her history and heritage because these things have been stolen from her Father, so he can’t pass them on to her. She speaks Mando’a in her youth, and she learned traditional hunting and gathering, but there is still a massive lack. 

And even those things are later taken from her.

For Ailani is sent to live with the Jedi “for her own good.”

The Mother insists that she and The Father cannot provide for Ailani as she needs. The Mother insists that it’s time to move on. The Mother insists that times are changing. And Ailani is sent to live at a faraway school for her own good. 

This is a story many of our kūpuna know. This is a story from my grandfather’s life. And this is a story he used to tell me. Like Ailani, my grandfather was sent away so he could learn other ways. His parents thought it was best for him to forget them. Like Ailani, my grandfather only got to see his parents once after he was sent away. Like Ailani, his parents died before he got the opportunity to really know them again.

The Jedi don’t explicitly discourage Ailani from pursuing cultural connection, but again, the isolation of her situation robs her of any opportunity to try. She doesn’t know any other Mandalorians. She doesn’t know anyone who speaks the same version of Mando’a that her Father did. She can read books and practice alone, but she misses out on so much because her culture is community-focused, and she is entirely alone. 

And most importantly, she is a Jedi now. 

And the Jedi are part of the reason her Father was removed from Mandalore in the first place. She feels like both victim and executioner. The harder she conforms to Jedi ways, the more guilty she feels about abandoning Mandalorian practices. Yet, at the same time, she feels cast out whenever she engages in Mandalorian practices, because no one else understands them. She is too Mandalorian to be Jedi and too Jedi to be Mandalorian. 

This is also a story my grandfather told me. He spoke of the “modern world” and how desperately he wished to return to the old ways. He missed fishing and slow sunrises and waves full of sea turtles.

But my grandfather also told me that he needed to eat. And he felt that the price of food was forgetting the old ways and adopting the new ones. He said once that all modern things we know were bought with blood money. He told me to never forget where I was from. He made me promise. 

Sometimes, I think this story is for him too.

[mebiselfandi]

Neymessi on my blog in 2024? It’s more likely than you think

1. Neymar absolutely smizing at everything between here till high hell. Really tryna rizz up the camera. Everybody’s panties fell off except Leo ‘yeah nice picture’ Messi cause he’s so oblivious

2. Arguably the funniest picture here. Why is Leo’s jersey inside out? Why does Neymar look so pleased with himself

This is the face of a man who panickedly pulled on the nearest blaugrana jersey he could find to hide the giant mosquito bites all over his chest before the camera clicked

This is the face of the overly proud mosquito

3. The absolute big dickeryness of this picture. This might have been posted before but man I gotta include it. Knees touching, shoulders bumping, the slighlty unzipped top. This is amazing. Neymar in his peak baby heartbreaker fuckboy era and Leo tryna act very unaffected by the absolute rawness of freshly shaved Neymar (also the cold finger tips and the glass of ice…it’s giving the fic I’m nervous about posting)

4. I think I posted this before but that was before I was insane. Neyamr’s spread legs, Leo’s casual lean and the gentle hand on Neymar’s knee making him subconsciously spread even further. I’m feral (the hand on Leo’s shoulder could so easily reach over and wrap around his throat)

5. This is just cute and soft no other words. Leo looks so soft. Neymar probably gave him a thousand kisses for looking like that.

6. I actually haven’t seen this pic here but goodness Neymar looks so young wth😭

7. If Leo just backed up a lil bit he’d be right on Neym- *gets shot*. Although they just won the treble here and Leo looks he’s actually about to burst into sunshine at any given moment. It’s cute (Iniesta at the scene of the crime Strike 1)

P.S. is Leo allergic to socks?

8. Why the hell is Leo pants-less here??🤨🤨🤨 like sir where the hell did your pants go and why are you covering your dick and why is your shirt unbuttoned and why do you look like you’ve been sweating and why is your hair such a mess and why do you look so panicked and what has Neymar looking so damn pleased? (Also Iniesta once again at the scene of the crime)

9. Leo’s black compression shirt, his shoulder pressing into Neymar’s body. Neymar shirtless for no good reason other than he’s a whore…haha kidding. It’s to rile Leo up obviously🙄 also Leo’s hand placement. I know you can’t see his hand from this angle but it is in fact wrapped around Neymar’s bare waist(probably wrapped tight too) (Iniesta ONCE AGAIN AT THE SCENE OF THE GAY CRIME)

10. Starting to think one of Iniesta’s jobs as captain was to simply break up whatever homoerotic tension these two had going on at all times cause WHY IS HE ALWAYS THERE!? Anyway remember the hand we can’t see in pic 9. Imagine it’s gripping onto Ney’s bare waist just like this…

11. Yes this has most definitely been posted here but I feel it just need appreciation because HELLO THE WAY LEO IS LEANING INTO NEYMAR AND THE WAY HE IS GRIPPING HIS ARM! NEYMAR’S SHOULDER PRESSING GENTLY INTO LEO’S THROAT! LEO WHERE IS YOUR OTHER HAND?!

Okay then Leo ‘We hardly know each other😂’ Messi.

@nmsxi I meant to delete this but decided against it only for you

[crybaby-bkg]

I was about to FINALLY finish two diff drafts I’ve had for both Toji and choso respectively but then realized Bakugou’s bday is tomorrow and I felt guilty so I stopped andjdkdjjwjd now I gotta finish a draft for Bakugou to upload 😔😔😔😔

[huehoa17]

[galaxy---ghost]

diana my love