#but only KIND OF

[paxmorgana]

(Twirls my hair cutely) Hi guys how you doing good morning~

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Update: I made a few edits and tweaks to fix it

[rueluxprince]

I like my men unconventionally attractive, hyper-competent, and deeply miserable.

[zehecatl]

He likes watching her work.

Always has, since they were both small, and Keira was still tinkering away with small stuff, little machines and compact mechanisms. He used to sit beside her, arms folded on the table and head laid down, and just- watch.

She's brilliant.

Daxter never much cared for it- too much sitting around, too much silence. Jak loves the guy, but silence's never been his thing, never known a quiet moment he can't break, and the few times Daxter had tried to join them in their still little bubble, it had ended with a whole lot of bickering, and very little actual tinkering. He's stopped, after a while, or maybe it had all just gone the way of it, and now they're grown up, they're older, they're in the future-

Daxter has a life, outside of Jak. He's not used to that.

Not used to having one himself, either.

Keira's a constant, though. Something he can cling to, fall back on- he's adrift, after. Lost in the whole of it, two years spent broken and barely functioning, and then days, weeks, more weapon than human. He'd picked it, had chosen it himself, but- didn't do him any favours, is all.

So. So. Keira. Keira's lab, with all her bikes and machines and smell of oil and latent electricity, sharp in the air, and he can watch her work, like he used to.

She threw him a look, the first time. Raised eyebrows, quirked lip. She hadn't looked angry, just- bemused, maybe. Almost like she thought him above this.

It hadn't hurt, just as it hadn't not. Complex feelings. Complicated, messy. Tangled up, and hard to pick apart, which was just Jak's entire life, now.

But she hadn't asked, and he hadn't explained, and then he had done it again, and again, and she had stopped looking at him like that, had smiled instead. Had started talking outloud, sometimes, sharing her work, what she was doing, and it-

It's nice.

Daxter doesn't join. It's time apart, time he spends with Tess, alone, and Jak thinks- maybe it's good for them. Maybe this is a life they can live, they can have. Something they can keep.

"You're thinking awfully loud over there," Keira says, and Jak startles- not enough to crunch the metal beneath his palms, but enough to briefly dig in claws, and feel it groan.

He flushes. Doesn't exactly curl in on himself, but he raises a shoulder in something of a shrug. "Lots to think about."

She cocks her head. Steps closer, and at some point she must have decided on a break, because she's a lot closer than she should be, and she's cleaning motoroil off her hands.

She steps up to him. He's sitting on one of her tables, so he's taller than her, is almost looming above her, but he doesn't feel like that. She slots herself in between his legs, drops the rag behind him, and looks straight up, in his eyes.

"You good?"

Hands on his knees. Even through the fabric of his pants, it makes his skin prickle. Makes him shiver.

"... yeah."

Sometimes, he can't handle it.

It's different, with Daxter. Easier, because that's paws, not hands, and sometimes the feel of skin on his own, even through fabric, makes him-

It's bad. Sometimes.

But today- today it's okay. Today, he curls forward, reaches out a hand to tug her a little bit closer, because sometimes he's so fucking starved it still feels like he's locked away in the Baron's little torture chamber, and he's never gonna get out.

Keira hums. Steps even closer, somehow, and raises a hand to tug him down, to press his face to her neck. Wraps her arms around him, and he exhales at the feel of them, breathes out so shakily he might as well be crying.

She hugs him close.

Lets him bury his face in her skin, and doesn't even say anything when tears prick at his eyes, and probably burn at her throat. Just hums, and holds him close.

After a while, he slips his arms around her, and hugs her back.

[ramqiu]

that one mountain lion serving looks on the trail cam

[revasnaslan]

the real question is who's gonna get the crysalis child in the inevitable divorce

[th3wizardoz]

My dearest friend and roommate @fordprefectsleftshoe , who is also my favorite artist, doodles/draws on everything and here is a collection of my favorite from around our home.

From right to left: we have a space girl named Groceries, Gale from bg3 (cringe fail) and Zaphod Beeblebrox from h2g2 (cringe success)

And this piece that truly cannot explain.

[myhyperfixationisiforgot]

Something something Raine Whispers must assume that they're the weird wacky one with some crazy coup story. Until the finale, Raine doesn't know about anything other than Eda's curse.

Raine gets possessed and definitely assumes that this is gonna be the winning batshit end of the world story out of the two of them.

And then Eda's kid turns out to be a god.

As in, the (last) son of the god who's decomposing corpse they live in, and who's still-beating heart hung in the center of the building where Raine worked for several fucking years. The other kid also kind of ascended to godhood for a hot minute??? Eda does not seem to think either of these things are troubling beyond, like, cursory concern for her kids' welfare.

Anyways, Raine definitely thought they were the anime chosen one, and it turns out to be, like, their stepkids.

[zorasthoughts]

just listened to "cambridge 1963" from the theory of everything soundtrack and now i'm imagining pip and ravi reuniting after the end of agad

[elmhat]

the new plan

(My fic for stagedduo day! Thanks to @aphaerie for organising this!)

Read on AO3.

After the failed attack on Las Nevadas, Dream refuses to leave the prison.

When he and Punz finally talk, Dream isn't behaving as expected.

~

Only a month after the Las Nevadas attack did Punz see Dream again.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. Every night, they paced up and down the tower, biting back frustration every time they asked to talk face to face again, now that things had gone so horribly wrong. It doesn’t even have to be in the prison, they had said, and they hadn’t mentioned the way the vines and overgrowth made it feel more like a tomb than a home.

Dream had, instead, kept them updated on the situation in clipped notes over the communicator. It was an inefficient system at best, a breakdown in cooperation at worst, not to mention how a bullet point summary gave Punz exactly no insight into Dream’s mental state.

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[heretherebedork]

I found Ayan bringing Akk back to his home a very interesting choice on multiple levels because it's a commentary of their relationship, on the difference in social class, on the difference in their social circumstances and on how they're each handling the development of their relationship.

Ayan brings Akk into the only space he's had for himself this entire time, the only safety he's had, the place where he cries at night and the place where he mourns what he lost and plans for what comes next. Ayan has brought Akk there to study, to watch him, to give him a chance to watch in return. It's a kind of trust, it's the start of trust that Ayan isn't even sure he wants to have yet.

But in a much more meta sense it's a social class-based power play, he has this entire house to himself and he has his own car and Akk has none of that. Akk has his dorm at the school and his own two feet and the difference is stark but also subtle because Ayan isn't thinking of it that way, just was a way to get Akk away from the other influences controlling him.

Then you have Akk having Kan to pick him up (this is also interesting to me because Kan has his own car which puts his social status most likely higher than Akk's despite staying in the dorms and I hope to get more about them but I do also distinctly wonder if there's a class difference with Kan and Thua as well...) which puts him on a higher space than Ayan because Ayan has no friends. He is isolated and pushing himself into more isolation constantly with his own trauma and his own pain while Akk has friends to rely on and turn to and to distract him as well as to commiserate.

Then we get the continuing evolution of their feelings for each other. Ayan can face them head on. Ayan admits that Akk is cute without any hesitation, catches his head to make sure he doesn't hit the table, watches him with great amusement. There is no discomfort or reluctance from him towards his feelings for Akk. He's going to use Akk to burn the school down for what they did to his uncle but he's not going to deny himself his feelings. But Akk is in denial of everything. Akk stares those feelings in the face and panics, hiding behind denial and defensiveness and every excuse in the book.

They are such contrasts to each other but also so similar in other ways. They're both natural leaders who take control of situations. They're both in the tendency of speaking up to protect others and of using their voice to help settle situations and to support the people around them however they can and to stick to their guns once they make a choice even if that choice is hurting them.

And that's why they're going to fall in love. Why they're already falling in love. Because their contrasts are powerful but their similarities are what draw people together and what makes love so powerful.

[jewishcissiekj]

No coherent Asajj thoughts today but here are her Lightsabers over the years

Padawan

Sith Assassin

Bounty Hunter

[scrybe-scott]

Heads Up Seven Up/9 Lines Tag

I'm super super late (I’ve been in a gauntlet of really intense job interviews) but thanks to @writernopal and @eccaiia for the tags! I'm just going to be combining them both here!

Rules: Share 7 (and 9!) sentences from your WIP

From The Silver Circle:

"After all she did for you, for us, still you spurn this gift? We bled together. We burned together." "On your knees, whelp," the General spit the word out as if it were poison. "You know the consequences for failure." As the spires of Petalkeep loomed over the group, a chill washed over them, as if the very warmth of life was being sapped from their bodies. Kyra sank to her knees, the ash of the once proud temple staining her robes. "Don't touch me!" she cried, swatting his hand away. "I just... I need to think." "Please," laughed the Aetheri, “you think [REDACTED] didn’t keep his secrets? You know only what he wanted you to. I offer more. I offer freedom.” “There was a time in which I’d have joined you,” Zogarr replied, his sightless eyes seeming to peer directly at his fellow Ular. “Unfortunately, there is nothing left for me but to atone.” “And you?” he croaked, looking desperately into his captor’s eyes, “What do you think will happen to you when you’ve served your purpose?” Twilly shuddered at the mention. Feannon’s Scribes weren’t meant for places such as this. There was nothing for her here.

I’m tagging @thesoftestofpetals, @fayeiswriting, @mthollowell-writes, @halfbit, and whoever else wants to!

[itookthesenseofhumorinthedivorce]

Fatherless behavior (almost crying about fictional politicians)

[dhaaruni]

Every woman has a friendship breakup in their mid-20s that they’d love to erase from the narrative of their lives so this tracks

[gamegrubmagazine]

im crying PLEASE buy him brown contacts

[k0kichiimagines]

slowly accepting i am just a picky eater