#out of sync

[serenityquest]

[grapenehifics]

Prisoner 224

I really loved writing Out of Sync for @fulcrum843's @topwan-obikin fest prompt, but fully intended it to be a one-shot until @somethingsteff started feeding me ideas and, well, I'm limited on free time right now so this is still only a ficlet but I couldn't help myself.

If you don't know the fic, the Council finds out about Obi-Wan and Anakin's relationship and they quit the Order. Anakin punches Palpatine when he insults Obi-Wan and gets sent to jail, and Obi-Wan hurries to hit the Chancellor as well so they can stay together. This also fulfills @ficwip's Hey Sweetheart challenge!

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“Where are we going?” Anakin demanded. His hands were bound at the wrists in front of him, which didn’t make him look very threatening, but he gave his best glare to the backs of the heads of the troopers escorting him down the hall anyway.

Neither the troopers ahead of him nor the two at his back answered him. Their little group just kept marching along.

“I demand to know where you’re taking me,” Anakin tried, not pausing in his forward march but flexing his fingertips in preparation. He didn’t want to use the Force against them – besides the fact that they were probably just acting on orders from someone higher up the prison management chain of command, he was also pretty sure even something mild like knocking four guards out for a few hours would get his sentence extended and that was the opposite of what he wanted considering Obi-Wan was already slated to get out weeks before he did – but he also was not planning on taking a move to another cell block without putting up some sort of a fight.

He and Obi-Wan were kept apart for most of the day – Anakin in his cell and Obi-Wan in his – but because they were part of the same cell block, they were allowed to take both their exercise hour and their meal break together, Anakin holding Obi-Wan’s hand clasped in his as they jogged around the exercise track in their prison-issued tracksuits and rubbing elbows as they sat side-by-side with their dinner trays (and this only because they’d been told off for trying to sit on each other’s laps instead). But it was still a far sight better than not getting to see him at all, and Anakin hadn’t even done anything wrong (lately) and so really didn’t deserve to be punished like this.

“I want to go back to my cell,” he said.

“One of my batchmates is serving under Commander Cody in the 212th,” the trooper behind Anakin on his right said through his helmet vocoder. “CT-3812.”

“Sure. Punch, right?” Anakin said easily. “Yeah, I know him. But what has that got to do with anything?”

“That’s him,” the trooper agreed. None of the prison guards had ever told Anakin their names, just their badge numbers, although not for lack of asking. This one was one of the supervisors. Some of the younger guys were so green they had five-digit designations. “He’s met General Kenobi a few times.”

“Cool. So have I,” Anakin nearly growled. “That’s who I’m trying to get back to. So if you could just put me back in my cell, that’d be great. Or at least tell me what I’ve done.”

“Punch tells me he’s a real stand-up guy,” the trooper continued, as if Anakin hadn’t spoken. “Always makes sure his men have enough to eat. Doesn’t take unnecessary risks. That sort of thing.”

They rounded a corner. Anakin was starting to get desperate. “Just tell me where we’re going,” he practically begged. “I can call in a couple of favors and get myself reassigned back to Obi-Wan’s floor”-

“Punch also said,” the trooper on Anakin’s right said, so loudly he was almost shouting in Anakin’s ear, “that one time you and your troops joined up with their battalion, you threw yourself in front of a blazer bomb. Saved the lives of fifteen men.”

Anakin had done that enough times that that didn’t really narrow it down for him. “Which campaign?” he asked, but the trooper ignored him yet again, which seemed rude, considering he’d started the conversation in the first place.

A commlink chirped – Anakin instinctively looked to his own belt before remembering he didn’t wear one anymore – and one of the troopers at the front of their procession answered it.

“We’re ready for you, Sergeant,” the voice on the other end said.

“Copy,” the man said, replacing the device on his belt.

“Well, I’m not ready,” Anakin said, and he stopped walking. The troopers at his back nearly ran into him. “I’m not going any further without an explanation. If you can’t give me that, then you can just put me back in my cell, because” –

“We do regular maintenance, on all the cells,” one of the troopers injected, talking over the tail end of Anakin’s sentence. “Routine cleaning, things like that. Check that the water pipes are functioning properly, do a little light dusting…”

“I don’t care if my cell is clean or not,” Anakin hissed. “You can skip mine for the next five months if you want. Or let me do it myself. Is that the problem? Just give me the tools and leave me alone. If you’re worried I’m going to break out, I promise I won’t. As long as you’ve got Obi-Wan here I’m, like, the opposite of a flight risk.”

“It might take, say, three hours to finish the whole floor, wouldn’t you say?” the trooper on Anakin’s left asked the trooper on Anakin’s right.

“Maybe as many as four,” he responded.

“And we do these sorts of rounds every other week,” the first one continued.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Anakin demanded.

“If you’d just wait right in here, Prisoner 224,” the trooper who was friends with Punch said, and nudged Anakin in the back with the butt of his rifle.

“I told you; I’m not going. And you’re bluffing. You won’t shoot me.”

“That’s true,” the trooper admitted. “I’m not. What I am going to do is count to thirty, and by the time I get to the end, you’re going to decide to go, all on your own.”

“Ha,” Anakin said. “Like hell I am. What on earth do you think would make me” –

“Here we are, sir,” another of the troopers said, and he punched the button to release the door guard in front of one of the cells. He was wearing a bucket, but he somehow seemed to be able to stare straight into Anakin’s eyes anyway. “Four hours, every other week,” he repeated slowly, enunciating very clearly.

“I don’t care how clean it is,” Anakin insisted, just as he was very unceremoniously shoved forward into the new cell he absolutely did not want to be in –

“Oh. Hello, sweetheart,” Obi-Wan said, sitting up from where he’d been lying on his back across his bunk, his arms crossed behind his head. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“What” – Anakin stammered as the door guard slammed down behind him, locking him in. Locking him into Obi-Wan’s cell. With Obi-Wan.

Anakin opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. The binders around his wrists unlocked and fell to the floor with a clatter. “Send Punch my regards,” he said, without turning his head. He and Obi-Wan hadn’t stopped staring into one another’s eyes from the moment they’d faced one another. Obi-Wan grinned. Anakin grinned back.

“Will do, sir,” his friend said jovially, but Anakin missed hearing him as he launched himself at Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan, laughing, caught him and lowered him down onto his bunk.

“Did I just hear you say something about four hours?” Obi-Wan asked mischievously, one eyebrow raising into a verbal question mark.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan did.

[outofsync-ricksanchezxreader]

Introduction:

This is based of a fic I wrote on another blog, @outtherecreations. There’s a lot I want to do with this story, so I’m moving it to its own blog.

First 4 Chapters:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

And the rest will be updated here.

[virtchandmoir]

Coach JK ⛸️'s Instagram Story (July 6th)

[blondebrainpowered]

The Office, 2010

[nopizzaaftermidnight]

[astralechoes]

"polyjamorous" I hope you know that almost made me cackle at almost midnight @stxrrbright

[mudwerks]

out of sync, out of focus

[haveyoureadthisqueerbook]

[plots-and-prompts]

Plot Prompt #57

A: A time-cop tracks down people who escape from their own time periods through "time leaks." B: a physical engineer who fixes the leaks. 

Their experiences with each other are out of sync (e.g. one’s first meeting is the other’s 52nd), but somehow they make it work.

During first meeting: the repair worker is thinking about how the cop looks attractive when they just comes up to kiss him. Repair worker faints.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　Word of The Day　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Gazetteer (n. Italian, early 17th century): A geographical index or dictionary

[zinctheartblog]

out of sync - DEVO

[sixgunluvr]

The love I have for my cowboys is indescribable.

I deeply sense that I exist out of sync with this era.

My essence and spirit crave an existence from a bygone time, leaving me feeling profoundly misplaced in the current epoch, as though I've strayed far from where I truly belong.

[grapenehifics]

Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Thanks for the tags @tennessoui and @underacalicosky! All of these fics are on AO3 and Obikin because that's all I write :D

Shit, Obi-Wan thought, staring at Anakin’s (sculpted, broad-shouldered, muscular, really rather perfect) back as they laid beside each other in Obi-Wan’s (miniscule) bunk. (Incident at Isla Nublar)

Outwardly, Obi-Wan was entirely calm and collected. (Coming Home)

“Oh, Obi-Wan, excellent,” Satine said into the phone, sounding, as she always did, a little breathless. (And In Case You Didn't Hear)

Anakin managed to wait until he was securely locked in his quarters before throwing a tantrum, but it was a close thing. (Out of Sync)

The sun was shining, the dogs were barking, and at least one child was already crying. (Down by the Seaside)

Anakin Skywalker was in trouble.(An Unlikely Duo)

There are no windows on Tatooine. (Stained Glass)

“…so then we had to leave, because it’s” – Anakin made quotation marks in the air with the first two fingers on both his hands, one bare and one gloved – “‘against the Jedi Code to marry your former Master’, apparently.” (Galactic House Hunters)

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan hissed over his commlink as he jogged down the hall. (An Uncivil War)

Padmé was trying to befriend the new guy, she really was, but Anakin Skywalker was making it extremely difficult. (Some Technical Difficulties)

I love in medias res, is my deeply unsurprising takeaway here. And rarely take the time to describe any niggling details like when or where things are happening. That's why we write fanfiction, right? To avoid having to set any scenes? (I kid.) (Not really.)

No pressure tags: @renlyslittlerose and @tideswept and anyone else who wants to play!

[z428]

Schließlich folgt unruhiger Nacht ein schwungloser Morgen. Noch zwei Augenblicke im Liegen verweilen, mit geschlossenen Augen, bis sich das Schwindelgefühl des Wiedereintritts in wache Realität gelegt hat. Die Krähen über dem Hof klingen heute etwas zorniger als sonst, darüber hinaus ist der Morgen still und reglos und bleibt dem Wolkengrau dieser Wochen sehr überzeugend treu. Unten ruft das kleinste Kind aus dem Bad lautstark und mit aufgeregter Stimme nach seinen Eltern, was mit einem Seufzen von anderswo quittiert wird, und dieser kurze Ton fasst vieles sehr treffend zusammen in dieser späten frühen Stunde. Also erst einmal Kaffee, und dann wird zu bewerten sein, wieviel Plan dieser Mittwoch braucht. Habt es mild heute!

#outerworld #morning musings #where we are we are #out of sync

[verohallinto]

Out of Sync a Finnish 90s style boy band made up of drag kings

I think one of the reasons drag kings aren’t as popular as drag queens, aside from the fact that straight women don’t like us, is that people are uncomfortable acknowledging masculinity as a performance. Like we as a society know that femininity is a performance, with its own costumes and rules. Masculinity is also a performance, and nothing makes that more clear than someone making an exaggeration of it

[astralechoes]

Kanata is being Kanata, Shion is still pouting in a corner somewhere, Keita is just confused; and Daryl is having a great time.

Just another typical day on @astralechoes blog lmao