#ha tfu

[cloud-ya]

summer cats

[niko-ur-local-moron]

Someone: *calls Tony an annoying character*

My slavic ass:

[mossbed-roots]

Sploon time. Been doodling my inkling Jetsam and her octo roomie, who’s name for now is Opal. This may change as they find themself. Anywho they’re nerds, they’re best friends, they’re chaotic, they love each other

[lipstickontheglass1985]

błagam niech ktoś zabierze ode mn gejmerskie grupki o wiedzminie prosze

[s0rand00m]

dzien dobry

dawno mnie nie bylo

poniewaz glosowanie "kto jest lepszym poetą" wyszlo 50/50 to postanawiam wybrac sama

tak zgadliscie wybieram slowackiego

[xstarkillerx]

Maul in the Jedi Temple (drabble)

I don’t know how much sense this is gonna make because it’s been a vague idea in my head for weeks, but if you’re a maul lover like me, do yourself a favour and (don’t) play the TFU Jedi Temple DLC wearing the Maul skin. It absolutely will make you confront the idea of Maul, years after the Clone Wars, seeking out the Temple Ruins for... something. He doesn’t quite know why he’s there, but he feels as though the front gate itself might smite him for daring to look upon it, even when it lets him in with ease.

He spends some time exploring the ruins, most of it untraversable now, but still grand, still teeming with light and remnants of a dead religion. The force feels different here. When he crushes the statues in the hall, or lifts the giant globe off the ground, it's not a destructive act, it's almost playful, a back and forth between him and the energy that flows through the building.

Something calls him to the heart of the temple, a dark hall with a Holocron at the end of it. Blue and holy and inviting it bursts to life without his having to touch it, putting forth a towering projection of a man, a Jedi, in a hood.

"My son..." It booms and what a novel concept, Maul thinks, a Jedi bearing children. " you now control your own destiny. The dark side is strong in you," Maul feels small, infantile, voyeuristic, dwarfed by the projection with the warm voice whose message is clearly not for him." but you can still be saved.” It says. “The blood of a true Jedi, my blood, flows through you but you must complete the trials..." He tunes the rest out. It isn't long before he is blinded and dropped in the middle of a stone abyss.

Menial challenges are set before him, the fabled Jedi trials, child’s fodder honestly, but he proceeds. Maul is led to a stone platform. From the dark emerges something that makes him want to vomit, a red zabrak with black markings, silent, stoic, no older than 22 years old. He sees it now, he was truly a frightening presence at that age. Darth circles him on hunter’s feet, never making so much as an audible scuff on the stone floor. Maul flexes his left foot, a new habit garnered by a tight joint he hasn’t had the spare part to fix yet. He knows himself, knows that Darth will attack swiftly, so he takes what milliseconds he has to try to remember how he would have fought when his body was complete. He'd be faster, lighter, more agile, but more cocky, a warrior who hasn't tasted the sour of loss; loss of limb, loss of life, of status, of sanity.

The duel is bloody, a flurry of red light. Maul hasn't thrown himself into battle like this since he was a young man, thirsty for purpose and proof that his existence is not a mistake. Maul reigns victorious in the end. He slices Darth in half and pierces him through the heart with his saber, a sickening thing to watch from this new perspective after playing in his head over and over again those long years he spent in the madness and filth. He kicks Darth’s body off the ledge into the seeming endless abyss. A guttural scream erupts from his chest and he falls to his knees. It stings his eyes and scratches away at the walls of tight throat, the urge to cry like a babe. 

The dark side is strong in you but... echoes in his ears. Maul thinks about whoever's wretched son that Holocron was meant for, what special purpose he must have to be seen as redeemable in the eyes of the pious Jedi.  

  The dark side is strong in you but... Maul covers his ears, a futile action in the in the bellowing silence of the stone abyss, but it lets him hear his own heart rate as it slows in the comedown from adrenaline. 

The dark side is strong in you but... He thinks about his own miserable little life. He thinks of parenthood, of those precious few moments his mother held him before damning her runt. 

 The dark side is strong in you but... He thinks of Sith, of Jedi, of the force that binds the two. What would he have been if they had found the runt first, those so-called keepers of peace. If they raised him in the light, would they have adorned his horns in silly beads, given him sandy coloured robes, condemned him to life lacking in riches and sex and... would they have abandoned him too?

“but you can still be saved.”  Maul retches at the thought. The Jedi failed that runt, as they failed the Galaxy those many years ago. The Jedi failed him, it was never his choice to make an enemy of them. And yet...

 Maul absentmindedly flexes his left foot and adjusts his position on the floor, folding his metal legs under himself as best he can. The thought does cross his mind that somehow he’s found himself on the winning end of their trial, their test of worthiness, at the heart of their temple. He chooses not to linger on it. Maul finds himself occupied with the lively silence of the temple instead, a warm breeze of energy passing through his body like a sheet of linen.

 Somewhere, floating in that space in time, he realizes his lightsaber went over the ledge with Darth, buried in the young man’s chest. 

Somehow it’s not a discomforting thought.

[readsalot1]

I would like there to be a fic where the "three solobrats" and early love interests (YJK, JJK era, so A/T, J/TK, J/Z) end up time-travelling to the prequel era (probably shortly after Geonosis), and the Organa-Solo kids are excited to meet their not-evil-yet granddad.

This goes off the rails when Tahiri freaks out as soon as Anakin 1.0 enters because that is the monster of folklore who slaughtered a whole tribe of Tuskens, down to the youngest baby.

Because you can't convince me that in this AU a) Anakin doesn't go down as some sort of ghost/horror story in Tusken culture, and b) curious baby force-sensitive Tahiri didn't wander off at some point and end up seeing the echo of the slaughter.

The prequel-era council obviously freaks out about 1. the time travel, 2. some of the time travelers are Anakin 1.0's descendants, 3. Anakin 1.0 apparently committed genocide (note: the fandom doesn't view this with the right amount of horror, even in light of his second genocide--the Jedi), and decides to temporarily suspend his duties until they can perform an investigation of sorts into his decision-making capabilities.

Anakin 1.0 is initially thrilled because OMG GRANDKIDS and one of them is named after him (wahoo!!), but quickly becomes pissy because the friend of his mini-me (EW, she was raised by Tusken Raiders [careful Ani1, your racism is showing] even though she's human) gets him in trouble with the council.

Anakin 2.0 now has even more issues/worries about his namesake, and turning out like him [note: this was a big plot point in his early appearances].

Jaina & Jacen are kinda worried about this because now their granddad was bad from an earlier point??? and they don't know what to do with that. (Jacen is jumping from joy because a bunch of animals that went extinct during the Empire's rule are still alive; Jaina finds out there were apparently seven lightsaber forms before Knightfall, and decides to crash all the basic training classes. This is hilarious because she's older than the enrolled students for the more basic forms like Shii-cho.)

Tenel Ka and Zekk are along for the ride:

("Wait, she's the heir to the Hapes Consortium?" "yes" "and they're letting her be a Jedi too?" "yep" "politically is that allowed?!?" "I mean her mom's from Dathomir?" **jedi padawan noises of imploded worldview**)

("so Zekk what about you" "oh, I'm a Coruscanti street rat :)" "ah ok, so the order found you easily!" "I guess your version would, but the Jedi got massacred, so I didn't start training until I was a teenager :)" **choking noises** "oh yeah, Emperor Palpatine was a total hardass, I'm so glad my friend's parents got rid of him, I'd probably be dead or totally evil if he was still in power" --at this point the padawan(s?) they're chatting to [maybe Barriss; she seems politically aware enough to worry about the heir of a major political power also being a Jedi--she's probably also read about Xanatos] decides to bring them to the council)

It goes something like "Didn't they mention, Darth Vader & the clones slaughtered pretty much the entire Order. Some of the younger padawans escaped (their masters died for them (and oh, doesn't that hit hard)) and ran until dark siders who served the Emperor hunted them down (this can be vaguely compliant with some Rebels content; assume the Rebellion-era is more fusion with new canon, except Thrawn doesn't engage as much with the Lothal cell, and thus is around for the Thrawn trilogy on to proceed (thus inquisitors exist and so too do the Hands--maybe Mara is Palpy's spy in the inquisorius's ranks; Starkiller can be Vader's; Death Star plan theft follows TFU more than R1) it hits hard that some of their own (their children, their future) work to destroy the vestiges of what they were).

Then they find out that Darth Vader, the Sith Apprentice--the emperor's attack dog, his right hand--is Anakin (1.0), the boy they took in, the one they protected, the one some viewed as their savior, the boy winning battle after battle, the one shining bright, the Hero With No Fear, the boy whose fear of losing everything, everyone he cares about is slowly tearing him to shreds, the foolish, foolish boy who will doom the galaxy to save one person and fail at that, the buy who burned and burned, scorching those around him until he was alone, and still burning, until he burned himself to save another foolish boy, the younger burning like a candle, steadily, warmly, rather than like the sun, and Anakin (they can't bring themselves to hate him, even knowing what he will do--they see the sweet child who loved his mother, who wanted to free all the slaves in the galaxy), seeing the warm, kind candlelight of the other boy, the brave, foolish child, his child, his son, and knowing he will burn him, sees the vacuum of space (the cold, cold man who made him burn everyone, who made him lose everyone, until only the vacuum was left behind, the only one he could not burn away), sure to take the air around the lone, kind candle, and the sun (Anakin) burns itself (himself) out, becomes a supernova to push the vacuum (empty, cold, always hungry) away from the candle (the son), and saves the brave, foolish boy who came to help him, but he feared burning most of all (the burning sun of Tatooine burns himself out, after burning with hatred for the better part of two decades, for another desert child, one who burns with warmth, like a hearthfire, and asks for the girl who burns (with the passion of justice, with compassion, the girl who is like him but not for instead of burning the world for those she loves, she who would burn herself out, the girl who would burn her enemies (those who seek the harm the world) for any who deserve kindness, who burns internally, but is willing to burn others as well) to forgive him, and she does, eventually, she names her steady hearthfire of a son after him, and hopes against hope that he (her son, one of her three suns) will have a happy ending, that he will not burn himself out like his grandfather, his namesake [Anakin, her son, he burns too: for his siblings (they will burn as well, his brother like his grandfather--maybe he should have been Anakin instead--and his sister, burning, the one to put out her twin's light, twin suns of Tatooine, one snuffed out the other), his friends (they break apart, the group splintering, fragmented after the war is won; even before), his love (she breaks, in a way not even being shaped by the black holes, put under pressure in the hope of her becoming one, can do; for a while she fades away to almost nothing, invisible, until the brother, seeing the broken, invisible girl takes her, and tries to make the broken puppet of a girl dance for him; it works for a time, building more cracks in her skin until she shatters, and the people who loved him, Anakin the second, the bright boy who burned himself away too soon, see the girl again, no longer invisible, and try to help her [pray they are not too late to put her (shattered, porcelain, crushed spirit, a shell of her former bright self) together again]), for the galaxy; but at this part of the story we don't know his fate, to burn and burn until there is nothing left, until the force takes him away, to burn so hot, so bright, so light, that his enemies (true voids in the force--black holes--not like the cold, hungry vacuum that desired, took the sun of his grandfather) burned away as well; he burns away, but as a hero. This does not stop his mother from her agony; it is all his father can do to hold himself together to stop her shattering like the girl everyone forgot, the invisible girl who loved his son, who would (and does) do anything for the memory of a boy who left the galaxy too soon].

This is the story they tell: of the angry sun who burns everyone (especially even those who offer him kindness), the boy-candle, the girl who burns with the heat of a thousand suns but never harms those undeserving of that fury, the scoundrel with the hard exterior who inside is kind, the brave wookie warrior who lives [and dies, though they will not know it for a time] to protect them, the saviors of the galaxy;

and others as well: the girl who was almost snuffed out by the vacuum, who burned as a quiet ember, whose flame was reawakened by the boy-candle; the boy who parallels her, who was trained by the angry sun to burn like him but refused, who burned out over and over again trying to prove himself, and, in the end, burned out to save the galaxy, who sent the message to the rebels that worked to end the war [the message, that, too late for some, still saved billions, perhaps trillions of lives, had it not been sent (how many worlds could have shared Alderaan's fate?)].

[kasja93]

Siemanko

Obudziły mnie uszaki. Postanowiły urządzić sobie RAID po pokoju. Wstałam, nakarmiłam, posprzątałam i zjadłam śniadanie

Chałka z dżemem kiwi. Dobrą robią tu chałkę to trzeba przyznać. Po śniadaniu pojechałam na targ i kupiłam ogórki oraz kalafiora :) zaczynam przygotowywać się na zimę z własnymi słoikami!

Zaczęłam kisić kalafiora (uwielbiam!) oraz zrobiłam czternaście słoików ogórków konserwowych. W przyszłym tygodniu będę robić sałatkę szwedzką, kompoty z wiśni i może wino?

Zlałam do gąsiora wino z czereśni i porzeczek. Wjechała degustacja. Tata stwierdził, że wyszło dobre. Mi również smakowało i już znam patent na to zimno, które odczuwam. Kieliszek taki mały wina xD zrobiło mi się tak gorąco, że zdwojoną siłą zabrałam się za SZOROWANIE okien w moim docelowym pokoju

Widzicie to żółte wokół klamki? To kurwa całe okna takie były 🤯🤮

W moim pokoju mieszkała palaczka, która za cel życia wzięła sobie picie, palenie, branie zasiłku i użalanie się nad sobą.

Pierdolone brudasy, ha tfu! Nie jestem jakaś perfekcyjna pani domu vel Małgorzata Rozenek, ale czegoś takiego nie jestem w stanie pojąć. Syf w chuj!

Na obiad wjechał barszcz ukraiński bez śmietany zaś na kolacje dobiłam się arbuzem… To chyba pierwszy dzień od dawna jak zjadłam trzy posiłki… źle mi z tym

Generalnie dziś padało czy raczej mżyło. Mimo to poszłam na spacer by zrobić kroki. Od dawna nie chodziłam tylko po to by spalać kalorie. To jakiś plus 🤷🏼‍♀️

Ogólnie dzień był dobry choć śniła mi się robota. Oczywiście byłam wkurwiona po przebudzenia tak mi przez sen Gebelsy nerwy napsuły. Poza tym było okej. Znów mi dnia brakło by poczytać. Może jutro skoro nie mam nic do zrobienia? Oby.

Jedzeniowo było zbyt wiele i czuje się przepełniona do tego stopnia, że mi niedobrze. Wypije sobie ziołową herbatkę na trawienie i pójdę spać. Narazie delektuje się gorącą wodą w wannie i solami kąpielowymi

[425599167]

One criticism I’ve seen of The Force Unleashed is disbelief that a character as powerful and closely connected to Vader as Galen Marek doesn’t have any impact on the wider story, and I think the plot works best when you accept that’s the point. Galen doesn’t matter to Vader. Not even a little bit. All of Vader’s emotional investments were formed by Anakin, he doesn’t give a damn about Galen because he psychologically can’t move on and develop anything new. Galen isn’t a valued apprentice, he hardly qualifies as a sidekick, he’s a perfunctory aspect of Vader’s empty life as a Sith and barely registers as more important than any of the random stormtroopers or imperial officers. The only difference is he’s slightly tougher to replace, but Vader has all the Force-sensitive children in the galaxy to work with if he wanted, which he doesn’t. I doubt Vader learned Galen’s name on account of murdering the only people who could’ve told him and never thinking to ask. At best, Galen is an attempt to make a Dark Side Ahsoka for Vader to hang out with, and even that’s halfhearted. Trying to clone Galen in the sequel didn’t come from any affection, it just highlights how Vader is even more clingy than he is uncaring, not letting anyone go even if he doesn’t want them. 

TFU has some big flaws, but the underlying arc of Galen just trying to escape the role of a disposable bit character in Vader’s story is perfect. Galen barely cares about revenge except when Vader shows up for his overdramatic boss fights. Vader never cared about Galen, Galen decides to stop caring about Vader right back, he just wants to leave and never appear in this terrible franchise again. Good for him.

[koifishart]

I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>25<

He was sitting again at one of those boring but necessary meetings where his deputy spoke expertly and beautifully about how much they are in a dark financial ass. Listened with one ear, wondering what else could be done. They had kareoke clubs, discos, arcades, a sumo stable, they ran a neat, lucrative smuggling, the stock market also worked pretty well... How could they be in the red? In fact, the needs of the entire triad have increased recently, mainly because of this tasteless dwarf who stood in his way. Kaoru believed that taking over his lands was enough. He was wrong. Fortunately, his private funds weren't imminent to deplete, otherwise he would have to reduce his purchase of bourbon considerably. And so since Hanabi moved in with him, drank less... He wondered, how was it possible that his wife didn't want any money from him? Could she have had such savings after recent assignments? Possible, but unlikely, considering when Hanabi was carrying blood on her hands. Or maybe she was disgusted, after all, of dirty money? It didn't fit either... She was surprisingly independent, even for her. In addition, after the recent events, it seemed as if gathered herself very quickly. She didn't mention anything, he didn't even hear crying in the corners, didn't see her tears. She was acting...normally. He got up from leather chair as soon as the deliberations ended and headed for the exit. His deputy stopped him. It was evident that he had a serious topic, but it was unlikely to be about all this talk about hardships, finances, problems, ups and downs. He seemed rather...happy? He didn't have bad news, then?

- Thank you for your presence, Boss. - he began. - It's been very good for morale, especially after what has happened over the past weeks. 

- No problem. - Hanayama replied. 

- I think that in the multitude of tasks and in the face of difficult events, you may have forgotten something important, Boss, so I am in a hurry to remind you. - the man continued. 

- What do you mean, Kizaki? - Kaoru asked, straightening his glasses with his middle finger.

Sometimes these approaches irritated him. He wished his deputy would speak straight off the bridge. They had known each other for a long time, he took care of Hanayama after his parents died, and although he didn't know all, they could afford a little more honesty and less corporate politeness. 

- I'm talking about your honeymoon. There was no time before, and I think both you, Boss, and Hanabi-sama, deserved a moment of peace more than anyone else. - The brunet came out.- You both need some rest. Maybe a week in Hawaii?

>>><<<

His group meeting in the middle of the day was convenient for her. Hanabi put on tight jeans, a loose, thin sweater, wedge sneakers, and a moment later set off on the long-known route leading from Hanayama's apartment building, through the subway station, to her father's house. She tried not to burden husband with her sadness, but still couldn't come to terms with the loss of the child. Though on the other hand...if it had happened later, she would have felt movements under her heart, it would have been even worse. Goro tried his best, even making her beloved spice tea, the one she always drank when she felt sad. This time, it didn't heal the aching soul so easily. She looked around the apartment, sipping a warm brew, spicy ginger biting her nose, soothing cinnamon and sweetening with honey. Had he organized someone to clean up? Or maybe out of boredom, because of her absence, had more time for mundane things? Maybe it turned out that he could handle such matters himself? Actually, she never asked him if had anything to help him, organize something...she just did, wanted to be helpful. Perhaps automatically, she wanted to FEEL needed so that he wouldn't reject her like his mother? TFU! She knew perfectly well that father wouldn't leave her, whatever happened! He has proved it many times, and yet...

She hadn't even noticed that he had disappeared from the living room. After a moment came back, sitting next to her and putting arm around her. Hanabi put the cup down, feeling unimaginable powerlessness. For the first time in a long time, she cried helplessly in Goro's embrace like a child, flooding his cotton t-shirt with a sea of tears.

- Cry, baby. Cry. - he whispered, stroking shaven head. - Spit it out. 

- Daddy...I feel so bad...I could definitely do something! - she sobbed. - I could have been more attentive, stronger! 

- You could, you're probably right. It doesn't change the fact that you won't turn back the time. - he replied matter-of-factly, hugging her to chest. - The milk has already spilled out. Wipe it off and keep going. Change the future.

She snuggled closer, feeling a strong spasm. The last time she had felt so nasty was the day SHE had left them. They were never particularly tight, but it still hurt to the brim. Hanabi didn't know how long they sat motionless, she heard nothing but her own crying and soft music oozing from the player standing nearby. The doorbell interrupted a moment. Tore her tearful face from father's shoulder. 

- Expecting guests? - she asked, sniffling. 

- I don't think... - he sighed, wiping the tears from her cheeks. - Wash your face with cold water, baby. I'll see who it is.

He was right, should bring herself to a relative order, probably looked terrible. She locked herself in the bathroom, turned on the tap. Looking in the mirror, barely recognized herself. Teary red eyes, water dripping from her nose, mouth unnaturally forming against her will, disorder on her head. Nothing unusual in this situation... She swallowed, catching the tiny metallic glow from the surface of the sink with her eyes. Clean on top, still messy on the inside. Father left a razor blade lying next to his toothbrush. She looked around. It was amazing how the whole room lost color when she took a few bottles of her favorite shampoos out of it. Took the piece of metal gently with right hand, taking care not to cut herself. Focused her eyes on it for a moment. It was slightly bent, reflecting a silvery glow, alternating with a charcoal shadow, almost like a crooked smile. Her head raged. Put the razor blade back in its place hastily and slammed the cupboard door behind it. She leaned over the sink to pour icy water over her face profusely. Heart beat faster, breathing quickened. She didn't know what was the reason.

Coming out of the bathroom, she realized that it was louder in the house. Heard a few voices, strangely familiar. Had his friends come to her father? No, it was definitely female voices. She entered the living room and was speechless. They were always there when she had a problem, or was Goro just calling them every time?

- Gosh, Hanabi-chan, what a bold haircut! - Junko said happily, coming up and hugging with her arms. - It suits you! 

As usual, she braided her long hair, only changing the elastics for more colorful and fancy ones. She looked around. They all looked as if they had been pulled from shopping. She barely recognized them without their uniforms. 

- We heard that you were to come over, so decided to get you out into the city! - Madoka said happily. - Soga-san, won't you be offended if we steal Hanabi?

- Of course not, have fun. - Father replied with a smile.

- But... - she sighed in surprise, tossing a strand of hair behind her ear.

- No BUT, come on! - Shiori snapped, pushing her almost out the door.

She didn't fully communicate, as if had jumped out of her own body and didn't recognize the area. In fact, felt like not her. She had lost all confidence, didn't care. All she could do was pretend she was still the same...but what would Kaoru say? Hanabi promised not to leave him, but what if she can't make it on her own? Plus, she was still afraid he wasn't telling her something. Hanayama looked like he didn't care a bit about all this, he cut the topic off. What if it was better this way? Maybe that's what she should do - forget as soon as possible and stop torturing herself?

- HANABI! - she felt someone poking her shoulder. - You left us again!

She looked into Madoka's eyes as if seeing her for the first time. Completely didn't understand what was happening to her. The friend flung her hair around them, spreading a joyful, fruity perfume around. She always liked it, and so did energetic music.

- Come on, tell us what happened! - Madoka threw, embracing her. - We can see that something's wrong!

- It...doesn't...

- Hanabi-chan, don't lie. You didn't move your cappuccino, always eat the froth with a spoon! - Misaki replied, nibbling on her sugar cookie.

She felt the tears running down cheeks again. Less fast than with the father, maybe even they end somewhere? Another warm arm encircled her on the other side.

- In fact, your dad called me, asked us to talk to you because it's not good. - Shiori muttered surprisingly seriously. - Speak, the pain broken into parts bothers less.

- I... I... lost my baby shortly after I told Kaoru he was going to be a father. - she whispered, propping head in hands and sniffling. - I was attacked in broad daylight, the embryo didn't survive the fall.

She watched their faces show pain, terror and great shock. The arms around her tightened tightly. She felt a little better. Maybe she really needed a conversation, a safe place, to let out all her suffering?

- I feel so mean! Especially to husband! I was too weak...

- Hey, hey, hey! Moment! No such! - Madoka said belligerently, turning face to her side. - It's not your fault!

- Madoka is right, you aren't at fault! - Junko agreed to her. - Such situations happen...

- You didn't go around with a note on your back, "hit me, I'm pregnant ". - added Shiori. - Maybe it was just supposed to be like that? Maybe it's too early for children? Or maybe bad luck will hit everyone?

- Besides, from what you told us every time, Kaoru-san is a decent guy and he certainly doesn't blame you! - Misaki summed up.

If you think about it, they were right. But what could she do to forget? Rested her head on Madoka's shoulder, slowly eating the froth of her cappuccino. Before it was completely gone, the phone in her backpack rang. She answered hurriedly, seeing the personal information on the screen.

- Kaoru? I thought you were in a meeting. - she was surprised.

- It went pretty well, it's over. - he muttered in response. - Are you busy?

- Er... I'm sitting in a cafe with my friends. - Hanabi threw, at which they clearly brightened up.

- How about a week's trip to Hawaii? Such a...postponed "honeymoon". - he asked immediately.

She thought for a moment. Was he reading her mind? Or maybe...not him? Kaoru usually didn't mind remembering such things unless he wrote down somewhere.

- I completely forgot! - she laughed. - Always happy with you, sweetheart.

- So it's settled. - he replied happily. - Departure tomorrow morning.

- What?! - she snorted, almost choking on the rest of the foam.

He hung up so he was unlikely to hear it. She drank a few sips, and after a while she falls again on her friend's shoulder.

- Something happened? - Shiori was surprised. - You just looked happy.

- And actually I'm still...because...you see...after the wedding we didn't have time to go on a honeymoon, and now it has calmed down a bit...

- Your husband is taking you somewhere?! - Misaki squealed. - Oh gosh, where?!

- To Hawaii. Week. From tomorrow. - she said as if she was firing a rifle. - And I don't have a swimsuit.

- So there is no help... - Junko sighed. - We have to save your marriage, Hanabi-chan.

- What do you mean? - The brunette worried.

- Time for shopping! - Madoka said happily.

She thought that this declaration terrified her, but the unpleasant emotions reached their zenith when they stood in front of a huge shopping center full of talking people, loud music, children crying for ice cream under their feet, shops with immorally skinny and bent models dressed in colorful cloths... And all this was bathed in white, artificial light, which made her eyes and head ache terribly. She couldn't be happy like them, was irritated by all the larger groups, so usually shopped in such places in the morning or in the late evening. Nevertheless, in a short time they managed to find the right outfit. It was probably only thanks to them that she didn't run out of there with a terrible scream. With the winning purse in hand, they set off for the cold shakes. By the way, Hanabi decided to follow Kaoru's example and put him in front of a fait accompli. After all, she was so tired that could barely put legs in front of her. By a strange coincidence, as she was already approaching the exit door, noticed a familiar silhouette making its way to the underground parking lots. A tall man, long, slicked hair, a perfectly tailored suit, black shirt, white tie. There was no mistake, especially since as soon as he turned around, a golden pin, which she knew all too well, flashed. It looked as if he recognized her immediately.

- Hanabi-sama? - He was surprised, walking up to her and bowing lightly to her friends. - What are you doing here?

- I could ask you the same, Kizaki-san. - she muttered with a smile.

- Hanabi-chan, do you know each other? - Shiori asked, peering over her shoulder.

- It's...er...my husband's associate. - she replied hastily, deciding that this version would be the closest to the truth and the least painful.

- I guess we're going in one direction. Can I give you a lift, Hanabi-sama? - he made a slightly veiled proposal.

- You're falling from heaven! - she said with relief, then turned to her friends. - Thanks for everything! I won't be able to repay you!

- We'll come for the repayment of moral debts! - Madoka laughed.

It had been a long time since she had fallen so eagerly onto a cold leather sofa. Lifted legs a little higher, tired from the day's walk. She probably shouldn't have made such an effort yet, but felt it was for the best. Kizaki stood behind, Hanayama was sitting on the other side of the low table, he was staring at her through narrowed eyes. She let go of the bundles of bags, then rubbed face with hands.

- How I hate shopping... - she growled nervously.

- Then why did you buy yourself so many things? - husband asked matter-of-factly.

- Oh no, this is the only thing for me. - she sighed, pointing to the small package that landed closest to her. - The rest is for you.

She watched as he supposedly surreptitiously eyed the bags, especially the names of the stores where she had been. All clothing. He wasn't satisfied, she was well aware of it. She had known him long enough to know that he preferred to follow the least resistance in terms of dress. He was not a fancy type - classic and elegance above all. 90% of his outfit consisted of a shirt, elegant, pressed to the edge of trousers and a jacket. At least that was how she saw him most often. At home, if he had time to change, he rarely chose a tracksuit. Even though they were married, she didn't dare to look into his wardrobe to see if its contents were really boring than James Bond's.

- But I have clothes for the trip, it's unnecessary. - he replied, suggestively adjusting his collar, this time, surprisingly, without a necktie.

- Ou... then I'm not going anywhere. - she murmured, theatrically turning to face the back of the couch. - Have a nice trip to Hawaii, honey. Bring me some souvenir.

Wished she had seen his expression. The modest compensation was the complete stupor on the deputy's face, which could see perfectly well. As she decided, did so. She was going to bring him to a fait accompli. Either he agrees to her terms or he goes alone.

- But Hanabi-sama, everything is ready. - Kizaki began rather hesitantly. - Besides, you both should rest.

- What's the problem for me to rest here? - she asked rhetorically, then lay down on her back to be able to look at both of them unhindered, keeping a completely innocent face. - I have three reasons to opt out of this trip. First of all, I checked the weather, it'll be awfully hot. Long pants come off or you'll be burned with hell fire, and I don't want to look at it. Secondly: it's supposed to be a HOLIDAY and REST, not a business trip, so what do you need a suit for? Third and most importantly: a young woman in a bikini and a guy in a suit will look like a high school student with a sponsor, or worse...a luxurious slut with Alfons!

She put a pin in him, yes. Knew he was absolutely against prostitution. Hanabi didn't want to use dirty tricks against him, especially such, but he gave her no choice. Struggled to find something he would like, especially something that would suit such a huge bull, so he could at least peek, not perch. She folded her arms under her breasts, pouting a little. Time for a final push.

- I was counting on a lovely week with my young, attractive husband... - she growled grumpily. - ...but if you want, we can celebrate our marriage separately.

She glanced sideways. It was written on his face that he agreed to her terms, although they didn't quite suit him. The white suit has always been his status indicator and comfort zone. She wanted to get him out of it for a moment, to see only the loving man and not the strongest Yakuza member behind his back. Without saying a word, he reached for the bags on the floor and took them to the bedroom, throwing a short "fine" in her direction. She sang a mute triumph as felt a warm hand on shoulder.

- I'm impressed, Hanabi-sama. - Kizaki whispered.

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He didn't like that side of her personality if she used it against him. No matter "for his sake" or not, didn't like the way she watched everything closely and remembered it well, though in fact, it was often very helpful. Her head was like a huge collection of files and hooks for everyone. Hanayama took out some of the things she had chosen for him. It seemed she knew more about him than he did. He liked the new garments surprisingly, but was unlikely to wear them on a daily basis. In fact, could afford a bit of slack during the trip, but in Tokyo he had to present himself whether they liked it or not. Amazing eye, she even hit with size, which wasn't easy at all considering Hanayama's size. He sighed heavily. She was right, he would feel strange even sitting with her in such circumstances in a suit or even an elegant shirt. He heard the shower hum from behind the wall. She went to take a bath, so Kizaki must have returned to his place. He hung his clothes on a rack to wait for his return from the islands. He entered the bathroom without knocking, and she turned abruptly. She looked surprised for a moment, but her expression quickly changed to a warm smile. He tossed the fundoshi on the tiles and hugged his wife, resting head against her wet hair.

- Thanks. - he muttered near her ear. 

- You're welcome, honey. - she replied, gently rubbing scarred cheek. - Anything for you. 

He ran hands over flat, slightly tense stomach, and she tensed tighter for a split second and held her breath. She worried him. He placed one paw on her shoulder, the other on hip, and at the same time she cuddled up tighter with her back and hung head slightly.

- How's your father doing? 

- In the old way...he seems to be doing well without me, but still doesn't remember a few things. - she replied, laughing slightly. - We sat down, talked, and then it turned out that he called my friends from high school. 

- That's nice of him. 

- So...nice...

She sniffed. He felt her slide along his body and sink heavily onto the cold tiles heated by the jets of water. Kaoru knelt beside to put arms and legs around her, as always did when he was in pain and wanted to hug her as tightly as possible. She trembled, covering her face. He guessed what they were talking about. She still couldn't get over it. Lost her first child. BOTH lost.

- Hanabi...

- Father is the same as always. Order on the outside, mess on the inside. - she said, as if from things. - He couldn't even put the razor blades back in place... 

Her left hand closed around his wrist. It didn't sound very good. He remembered the scars she had shown him the day the exam results were announced. She had a hard time behind her, Hanayama was afraid it would come back. He didn't want her to hurt herself again out of powerlessness and presumed loneliness. Hugged her tighter.

- What did you do? - asked, trying to sound as gentle as possible. 

- ...nothing... - she whispered, shaking head and looking at him. - Absolutely nothing. 

He brushed her hair back and kissed bright forehead, feeling her arms wrap around him. She found enough strength to let go of dark thoughts and any momentary solutions. He was proud of her.

[goth-automaton]

Chciałoby się mieszkać w podwarszawskim mieście i mieć niebieskie cyberbusy o zmierzchu, co? Wrocław musi nadgonić z designem

Warszawa?! Ha-tfu, cofam to!

[thevondoom62]

Managed to find a Star Wars Black Series Starkiller out in the wild recently. I've had a bit of a turbulent relationship with The Force Unleashed. I was all-in as a kid when it first came out. I had the graphic novel, the game on Wii, and of course, the toys. I remember finding that Evolutions three-pack at Toys R Us, I was just so excited. TFU hit me at just the right time to seem like the coolest thing ever.

As I grew older, I became much more critical. A lot of the elements in the story started to irk me more and more. It's only recently that I grew to accept a lot of these elements. After all, it's a power fantasy game and a lot of it is deliberately exaggerated, as noted by the devs themselves. Starkiller might seem like a force god, but so is literally everybody else. There's still parts of it I'm not crazy about, but you take the good with the bad. It's still a fun time.

All this without talking about the actual toy. It's pretty good. Regardless of how anybody feels about the game, there's no denying that Sam Witwer gave an excellent performance as always and this figure captures his likeness pretty well. It's not a perfect match, but far better than the Starkiller from that aforementioned Evolutions set. Even back then I thought that figure had one of the worst likenesses I had ever seen, looked nothing like him.

Articulation is solid, but it's a shame that Hasbro is removing thigh cuts from their Black Series figures. Obviously, the knees swivel just as well, but it looks just a bit less natural that way.

Lack of accessories stings, especially knowing there was a (very overpriced) deluxe release that had a ton more. I don't need this to come with everything that one did, but c'mon. No lightning hands at least? The one accessory he does come with, the lightsaber, he can't hold too well if you try to have him hold it upside down like he usually did in the game.

The price point is another point of contention, in part due to said lack of accessories. If I knew this guy was likely to dip in price, I might have waited. I know Starkiller is a very in-demand character so I figured it'd be best to get him while I can for retail price. Overall, much like the game, this figure has definitely its flaws but I do like quite a bit all the same.

[pinkpilatesgirl]

5 husteczka dziś zaliczona

jak tak pójdzie to będę na każdej przerwie do kibla latać żeby nos wydmuchać

czuje się chujowo dosłownie tak mnie cały nos boli i jego obreb, piecze od środka HA TFU

[theneighborhoodwatch]

TFU you want to make an archive of Welcome Home but you already have a dedicated ENA sideblog and a shortage of time 😭

Well, my wish has already been granted in some way. You're doing a great job at running that Welcome Home blog! Thank you for your service!

HEY listen i'm just one guy. other people have been making their own archives left and right, so don't let me stop you! although it's totally understandable if you have time constraints to work around lol. trying to balance this blog with uni has been. A Struggle.

but thank you! let's be unwell... together...

[vzajemnik]

ja pierdole jak ja nienawidze przedzialow w pociagu jebac przedziały ha tfu ha tfu ha tfu

[xstarkillerx]

i had the BIGGEST crush on brian like omfg i had this phase that nobody knew about

(im so happy there’s other ppl who love him just as much as i do, i would be so embarrassed to say anything 💀)

AAAAAAAAAA EEEEEEEEEEEEE literally so happy to see this, I'm in Brian O'Conner hell right now. I know I'm already trying to get the TFU community to be more active, but can we also get more fics going for FF?

The chokehold this franchise has on me is so bad, like I'll mostly be Brian posting but make no mistake, Dom Toretto in the first movie is also fine as fuck and I'm so ashamed. I wanna smack that bald head while he eats this 🐈 idc idc idc idc did you SEE the way he lifted letty up like it was Nothing in that first movie, I'm sweating

Roman's fine as fuck too!!! Him and Brian definitely fucked, definitely ran a train on "Tonya" and absolutely Eiffel Tower-ed "no-knees Denise" bi kings bi kings bi kings

I wanna be banned in 7 states by the time my fast and furious phase is over