#i have sleeping issues

[green-alm0nd]

[The Bad Batch x gn!reader (headcanons)]: Coming home.

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Your batcher has been gone for quite a while, and you can't wait to hug him, bury your face on their neck, and finally be together again...

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WARNINGS: Fluff, comfort, neck kisses, cuddles, slightly suggestive in Crosshair's part and cursing. I wrote this at three am, not proofread.

Enjoy!

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You feel the pitter patter of the rain, falling down the window panel of you and your Batchers' apartment; the sound a comforting lullaby. For two weeks now, you've been waiting for a specific someone to knock on your door.

And it happens.

You leave everything you're doing and run to the door and open it to see...

HUNTER:

He's the type not to waste a second.

He'd let a few moments for the situation to sink in, but he'd hug you tightly after those moments. His eyes would even fill with tears, wrapping his strong arms around your body. He hid his face on the crook of his neck; smelling your comforting smell, breathing you in.

"I've missed you so much." He whispers, pulling away for a second to stare at you. Your eyes would also fill with tears, happily flowing through your cheeks. "I've missed you too."

You pressed his forehead against yours, both of you smiling like two idiots in love.

After settling in, and taking his codpiece off, he'd kiss you softly. He is very gentle and caring, making sure both of you are enjoying the kiss.

"Have you eaten?" You ask.

"Yeah."

"I mean if you've eaten something good, not those rations." You reply.

"Uh- not really, no." I responds.

You smile and lead him the kitchen, both preparing dinner.

ECHO:

"Hey, mesh'la. I'm home."

He'd give you a gentle smile, opening his arms for you to hug him. It didn't take long before he embraced you in a tight hug, kissing your forehead.

"Woah there...missed me too much?"

You laugh tenderly, looking at his honey eyes. "Yes." You reply, going back to hugging him.

I have the feeling Echo would want to cuddle with you, after some time of being apart. Jed probably take his codpieces and prosthetics off, and get to bed.

Let's be honest, Echo loves feeling you close. It's his comfort thing, and you'd happily grant him those cuddles.

He would spend the night telling you stories - that you thought were fantastic fairytales - and you'd fall asleep, hearing his comforting voice.

He was finally home.

WRECKER:

He will give you the tightest, longest, warmest and most beautiful bear hug in the history of bear hugs. This goofball is a sucker for hugs and kisses, and his hugs make kisses impossible to happen.

"Why don't you come inside?" You ask, smiling.

"Haven't had the time to hug ya" He replies, with a pout.

You chuckle softly, kissing his lips.

"Come on...let's get inside."

He passes through the door, and smiled at the closeness of the apartment.

Wrecker would probably take a bath while you read a book, or wait for him to come out. Once he does, he'd pull you into yet another hug and carry you to bed.

He'd probably play with your hair, wether it's long or short. He loves the feeling of comfort it gives him, and secretly to you too, embracing it.

TECH:

I have the feeling Tech would come back very late, like 0200 am. You're definitely sleeping at that point.

He'd quietly open the door, closing it as quietly. For the first time, he'd put his datapad down, searching for you.

After he realises you're in bed, he'd take his armour off, take a quick shower, and head to where you were sleeping peacefully.

He brushed a hair strand out of your face, admiring your beauty. Wether you're a man, woman, trans, genderfluid, non binary or anything else, he'd consider your beauty fascinating.

After placing himself as the big spoon, he'd pepper tender kisses to the back of your neck, making you wake up.

"Tech...?"

Tech hums in response.

"Yes, it's me. I did not know you weren't sleeping." He remarked.

You laugh tenderly.

"I've missed you."

Tech pulls his glasses away, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Missed you too."

CROSSHAIR:

Sad Crosshair needs kisses, after going back come. However, he will never accept that.

"Crosshair! You're back!" You hug his close.

"Fuck off."

"Hey! What did we say about not being mean?" You pout.

Crosshair smirked in response.

"I know, kitten. I just like your reaction."

I have the feeling Crosshair likes to eat before he goes anywhere. So, he'd probably eat something quick while having a conversation with you.

Crosshair is not a cuddle man, but he does show love - in his ways-. So, he'd probably climb on top of you and kiss your neck. He'd whisper 'I've missed you' or 'Good to be back.'

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[ludinusdaleth]

"Did you just spritz the Spider Queen?!"

-Critical Role Campaign 3, Episode 93, "Bittersweet Reunions"

[biscuitsandwires]

In which Danny wakes up in a weird place.... again.

The thing about Danny, is that he often wakes up in really, really weird situations. Like way more than you'd think, way more than he'd even like, really. He doesn't get that much sleep, being y'know, half ghost, and with school work and having to fight "The Forces of Evil" half the time it gets kind of... tedious, balancing things like sleep and eating and even getting water in him.

It's not really a good thing, but he started carrying around a water bottle he can clip to his bag. It reminds him to at least drink something, when he doesn't have time to grab anything to eat.

But because of all that fun stuff, the not sleeping and not eating and things, he often finds himself taking... unplanned naps. Waking up on the floor, his bed, his desk, one time even in his locker, but that was before his growth spurt. He's a little too big for that now.

Of course, this might take the cake, in terms of weird places he's woken up. He's never been to Gotham, that he remembers, and he certainly has never been to the Wayne Manor. He'd remember that, he thinks, what with the grand architecture, the giant paintings of random people with pearl necklaces and suits... yeah he'd know if he'd been here before.

"Ah, you are awake."

He tries really, really hard not to react to the sudden, aged voice next to him. It sounds like a nice guy, mature and soft like a wool blanket. But he has no idea where he is, when it is, anything, so in one second he's still on the big bed (which it is a BIG bed) and the next he's... well.

Floating ten feet in the air with his fist raised.

To his credit, the older gentleman staring up at him merely blinks, then sighs. "Another enhanced fellow, I suppose. Of course you are."

It's enough to lower Danny's hackles, his confusion growing the amount of time it takes to slowly float back to the floor.

"Can I uh... Can I ask where I am?"

The older man gives him a look. "You, young man, are in the Wayne family home. I'll ask you not to touch anything until the young Master gets back."

That... didn't really clear anything up, if Danny was being real. So he tried again. "Can I ask, uh. Why I'm here, sir?"

Mama didn't raise a ruffian with no manners.

Another sigh, the older man looking like he wanted to go take a nap himself. "I am not fully sure, myself. Young Master Damian found you, I suppose, and brought you here. You have been unconscious for a day or so."

Well. That was concerning all on it's own. Who was Damian? Was he a Wayne? Why was Danny in Gotham at all, he didn't remember a field trip or anything involving Vlad.

He might have started panicking if there wasn't the sudden, entirely too enticing smell of pancakes suddenly under his nose.

"You're entirely too skinny, young man. It's breakfast time." The older gentleman said, holding a tray of wayyy too much food for one person in front of Danny, and really...

What was he gonna do? Deny the man?

He would have to figure out what the hell was going on, later. Right now he had a date with the nicest looking spread he'd ever seen.

"And young man, you may call me Alfred."

Danny grinned, gently taking the tray from him and setting it on a nearby table. "Danny. It's good to meet you."

"Hmm." Alfred mumbled. "I certainly hope so, Master Danny. I certainly hope so."

(pt 2 here)

[maingh0st]

i know i'm not the first to say this, but the acolyte's cancellation has confirmed how tired i am of disney's decision-making when it comes to their content. i know nostalgia is the easiest way to a big payout, but we can only take so many spinoffs before the universe starts to feel too small. but then fresh content—content that's building on the canon by looking to old star wars lore while asking new questions—fizzles out.

it's the sequel trilogy all over again. we're promised something new, something that actually expands the canon rather than just recycling it, even bringing in concepts from legends, and then the rug is ripped out from underneath us & we're punished for ever caring about any of it. silly babygirl! palpatine was always the big bad (don't worry about the fact that this is thematically nonsense and not foreshadowed in any way), and rey isn't a nobody ("your parents sold you because they loved you"), and this isn't a story about how the force transcends human categories and dynasties (represented by a grey jedi force dyad between a legacy skywalker and a nobody orphan from a backwater planet, fulfilling not only balance between light and dark but also transcending the old to become something new). silly idiot!!! rey's a palpatine by birth and a skywalker by self-adoption and god forbid she create her own identity outside of these names our fans recognize. watch as she stands alone on a sand planet that has no personal significance to her, ending her arc almost exactly as she began. but look!! two suns! neat

i don't even know if fanservice is the right word. at a certain point, it just starts to feel like they're quaking in their boots at the thought of doing anything new. i had my gripes with some of the choices in the acolyte, but at least it was unique. it explored a new era and asked questions that star wars has only ever flirted with. like: what happens to the children who are uprooted from their homes at such a young age, yet can't find their place in the jedi order? how does one survive in a supposedly honorable system that nevertheless relies on the repression of some of humanity's most fundamental emotions? is it possible that an organization dictating exactly how one ought to interact with the very life force of the universe... could perhaps be faulty and shortsighted? what happens when the ways of that order clash with other cultures and worldviews? (spoilers: space colonialism). and that's not even to mention the ideas they play with re: the force itself (vergences! plagueis! force witches!)

i know not everyone loved the show, but a lot of people really did care about it. a lot of people, like me, were excited to see these new questions being raised. but forget it—the disney gods have decreed that it didn't hit some magical threshold of streaming hours or reach a "broad enough" audience in the two months it's been out. but don't worry guys. turn your brains off and tune in for the next spinoff 2 chewy 2 bacca

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 14; Transition

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

[triangular-static]

look i understand if people just don't like the idea of billford, i think we have a different internal concept of what shipping means (they're not good for each other at all but i need to dissect their dynamic like a bug. you understand. it's fun) but it's fine to avoid things you don't like, good for you genuinely

however people saying they like. don't see it. like. i'm not saying there's no platonic way to read it, i'm aroace spec myself i'm all for reading things in different ways. but i do think saying they weren't partners in any queer sense at all is trying too hard to go against what the narrative is trying to say, or missing it. somehow

anyway media literacy time if a character makes a joke like this

and the previous context of that joke within the show is that it's about an ex wife. what connection do you think the text is trying to get you to make.

and that's just from a writing point of view. not even noting that from an in universe perspective ford likely knows the joke from the same source as stan. and is therefore. placing himself in that role of the joke are you seeing where i'm coming from

(not to mention bill's side of this text which is. extremely manipulative but also does not read very platonic. again, it can technically be read as platonic! bill literally can manipulate ford's feelings. but the specific wording used is very much meant to look like possessive ex partner wording whether the character means it that way or not. it's coding. look again i'm not saying it was good for them i'm just saying there was something there.)

and then there's also the divorce/break up/rock bottom input on the website. like. how else is that supposed to be read. and the corresponding page in the book itself.

the language being used here. like yes he's saying it in a joking way but then there's the other side that isn't joking which is him crying at the bar. it's the both sides (the very coded language on top of the very genuine emotions and dynamic beneath)

i know most of us are on the same page with this i've just seen a couple people saying they don't see it when this is some of the most clear cut coding i've ever seen. and these are just the things that explicitly reference a relationship off the top of my head i'm not even including the general vibes of Everything

tl;dr it's barely even subtext anymore it's all but straight up text. what's not clicking have we forgotten what coding is (lighthearted i just enjoy the phrase what's not clicking. what's not clicking)

[aquareegia]

casually giving Ivy a neck massage during his solo

[royalarchivist]

For folks who missed today's QSMP Movie Night or want to rewatch it with the original audio intact, I've uploaded the Movie Night portion of several members' VODs to a public Google Drive. I will keep these files up until Monday, December 4th, so be sure to watch and/or download whatever you need before then!

UPDATE: The lovely folks at @mcyt-archives have added all Movie Night 2 VODs to the QSMP Archivist VOD Masterlist. If you're still having trouble finding an unmuted version of the VOD you want to watch, check out their archive!

[ As a side note: thank you to everyone who left such kind comments & messages on the previous VOD Archival post. You're all so sweet, it made me feel really happy and appreciated :') ]

[ping-ski]

still ugly crying about this

[izzystizzys]

Fox tags along on a smuggling bust one (1) time and subsequently wishes he’d never been decanted.

Well, he’s arrested the perp a lot more than just one time, actually, but that very first tackle into a chokehold and electrocuffs more than sufficed to turn the fates against him - the fates, and Cody, the insufferable twat. They’re not actually even batchmates, the lot of them, and going by numbers Fox was decanted long before them (long as in seconds or minutes, no one actually knows), but Seventeen put them all in a training room together and then stupid kriffing Kote looked him up and down, nodded, and hasn’t stopped calling him vod’ika since.

“Why is one of the Republic’s most wanted criminals asking to speak to you, vod’ika?”, Cody asks, without any preamble, almost making Fox cut the holocall on principle. He would, if General Kenobi wasn’t right there next to the little shit. “And why do I not like his tone?”

Fox has to resist the urge to close his eyes and scream, making do with a deep sigh instead. Force curse the day Cody decided to adopt-nap him, and Wolffe following suit immediately. “Weequay, shifty eyes, stupid fucking pirate bandana?”

Cody’s eyes narrow suspiciously, and Kenobi’s eyebrows raise simultaneously. It’s more than a little creepy.

Fox rolls his eyes so hard he sees stars. “Tell him he can go space himself, unless he wants me to do it for him. And then tell him that if he sends me fuzzy fucking socks again I might just hunt him down and do it anyways.”

Past the slide of the door, Thorn’s unmistakable cackle reaches Fox. And Cody, going by the narrowing of his eyes. “Don’t tell him that, ori’vod, he’s probably into that”, Thorn calls out, gleefully, and Force Fox really should’ve kept this to himself in the first place.

He would’ve, actually, but the constant stream of strange presents into Guard headquarters is hard to miss. It was Alderaanian chocolates, last week, which Fox pawned off on the Shinies. A box from a store with a blacked out label before that, which he launched out the window with burning ears before Thire could get a closer look at it.

“Actually”, Thorn continues, happily, “I don’t think it matters much if you do tell him anything - it’s not like the Commander has been the most graceful courtée, and that hasn’t done anything to discourage our favorite smuggler.”

“Marshall Commander”, Fox hisses, because he’s a pissy bitch, and then, because all professionalism has gone out the window anyways, “This is why Stone is my favourite.”

Thorn’s wounded gasp is lost over Kenobi’s thoughtful hum, and Cody’s patented I’m-going-to-do-something-incredibly-stupid-and-you-can’t-stop-me glare. “That would explain why we have Hondo Ohnaka accosting our troopers about your flavour preferences concerning fruit candies. But the one asking to speak to you is Cad Bane, Marshall Commander.”

The string of curses Fox lets out at that is loud enough to have Mauler stick his head in the com room to ask if everything is alright, and Thorn roll on the floor with howling laughter.

Force curse the day he ever slapped electrocuffs on Hondo Ohnaka, and double-curse the one he threw Cad Bane to the floor with a scissor leg takedown.

[stayatsam]

2022 -> 2024

<3

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Moon really doesnt like it when Y/N doesn't go to sleep on time...

[delicatethunders]

[sleep-deprived-luka]

Gog au niigo for tonights doodle

[samthehypotheticaldad]

I’ve reached the point where TMA is a comfort series, adding to the list of “comfort series that make it abundantly clear that I have trauma and am mentally ill”.