#this went places i didn't expect

[rocknrollsalad]

steddimas prompt fill - vacation destination

🍍 eddie tries to give steve a tropical vacation, thinking he needs a break, but it doesn't really go to plan.

🥥 content/trigger warnings: couples fighting, (harmless) threats from wayne

🌴 word count: 2260

Winter isn’t all grand snowstorms and huddling together for warmth. Usually, it’s just really cold and dark and miserable. Sometimes it snows, maybe enough to cancel school but never enough to cancel work, and then everything turns into this gray, slushy mess. No one bothers to clean it. They carve out a path to whatever they need and carry on with blinders. Waiting for spring to do the rest. 

No season was more depressing and Eddie had never figured himself one for sun and tropics. As he dragged his feet through the slush, making the shortest path from his van to the door, he really thought laying on a white sandy beach sounded good right now. 

As tough as Eddie was finding, his only-thrives-in-the-sun boyfriend was shriveling up and dying slowly. Steve lacked the energy to get up and do much of anything and his fuse was shorter than when he woke in the morning. Eddie knew he could take the man in a fight but didn’t think it’d be good for their relationship if they found out for sure. 

So he did what he did best and hatched a dumb and overly elaborate plan. 

In something he almost didn’t want an explanation for, both Gareth and Dustin’s parents had thrown tiki parties in the last year. They both had leftover directions that had the kitsch meter exploding. Part of Eddie wanted to be a fly on the wall of these gatherings. They were either absolutely insane or so lame they needed to be witnessed. 

Both Dustin and Gareth were willing to lend leis, thatched placemats, and grass skirts for everything. Dustin threw in far too many tiki masks. Eddie needed exactly zero, he didn’t know what to do with three dozen. Gareth put in those bobble hula girls, coconut cups, and paper palm fronds. His character was going to win so many battles. 

Nancy came in clutch with a bunch of blue sheets and comforters. Apparently, the Wheelers have some gender issues they need to work out and Mike goes through a lot of bedsheets. Eddie didn’t ask any further questions and plugged his ears when she tried to offer details. Though he was able to return the favor tenfold since Nancy kept insisting this was all for “some sort of sex thing”. 

It was prudish of her in a way that didn’t match anything Eddie had heard her say. Maybe it had something to do with that cutesy pastel room of hers that also didn’t match. No matter how much Eddie insisted it wasn’t, she did the same, plugged her ears, and sang a song to not hear. 

Robin offered nothing because Eddie didn’t ask. She’d spill every last bean and then make up some more stuff. He did, however, tell her all about the “sex thing” Nancy thought he was up to. Making her gag and retch as he made up kinks. “Do you think Steve would prefer a green sheet situation?” It didn’t mean anything but the girls of Hawkins must have some code Eddie wasn’t hip to. That was fine by him because Eddie could have made Robin actually throw up if he’d gone into real detail. 

A next-door neighbor, who later had a conversation with Wayne about Eddie’s mental stability, lent him a kiddie pool. Foolishly, Eddie asked Lucas if he had any portable heaters without cluing him into the whole plan. His parents bought Eddie two and Mrs. Sinclair added a few scarves she’d knitted. A gift Eddie wasn’t going to turn away and he vowed to shovel their walkway every day this winter. He promised to give one of the heaters to Max when he was done with this event.

After days of begging for (and hiding) all this stuff, Eddie took it one step further and went to the grocery store. Picking out fresh pineapples, a mango, and some real coconuts. He stocked up on lime Jell-o at Claudia Henderson’s recommendation. Gareth’s mom talked a lot about ham but Eddie didn’t have the first clue what to do with that, so he figured hamburgers were close enough. A couple of bottles of rum rounded out the food part of things and Eddie felt he was all set. 

Waiting for Steve to work a late shift on a day Wayne also worked was the hardest part of this and out of Eddie’s control. Though he was getting impatient enough he almost called everyone’s bosses. He needed to give Steve a vacation but this was the best their budget allowed for. But if the man didn’t “get away” soon, everyone was going to pay. 

Eddie wasn’t just doing this for him. It was for them too!! And they were making it very, very hard. Plus, there were only so many ways Eddie could keep Steve out of the closet where everything was hiding. It was starting to get too stressful but finally, the day came. 

Hallelujah and praise satan! 

The miserable, disgusting snow on the ground was being washed away by torrential rains. Nothing about the outdoors said good things and Eddie was about to sing around his porch like a nanny in the Alps. His time had come. Of course, he had to sit on his hands for four hours and wait for Wayne to leave but after that, it was all Metallica and thoughts of something tropical. 

This wasn’t any real destination. Eddie wasn’t looking to mimic a real place here. He wanted to give the illusion of warmth, of the beach and water, and show he was trying. He’d noticed Steve’s crummy mood and wanted to do something to help. Not to look like he cared but because he cared. 

Wayne would spontaneously combust if he saw Eddie putting a kiddie pool in the middle of the living room, regardless of the season. It proved that no matter how grown up he got, he was always going to be a little bit afraid of Wayne as Eddie kept an eye on the door. 

Once it was half filled, Eddie filled four of the largest pans they had and left them on the stove to wait. No tropical beach had cold water. 

The rest of the decorations were hung and rehung as Eddie stood in a pile of blue sheets, taking in everything and making sure it was all just right. As the hours ticked down to minutes, Eddie got burgers cooking. In the oven because he couldn’t handle the stress of explaining the grill to Wayne too and the burner was all trying to boil water. No one would care where they were cooked, as long as Eddie remembered to turn the oven off it’d be okay. 

In Steve’s eight-hour shift (plus travel time), Eddie had done everything he could to turn the trailer into a tropical oasis. He spent the last few minutes admiring his work and debating if he should put on a grass skirt or not, Steve was so lucky to have him. 

Barely remembering to turn the music off, Eddie made a mad dash to Wayne’s closet and dug down deep. Way, way in the back were a couple of god-awful Hawaiian shirts, Eddie grabbed them and was able to get back to the living room before Steve pulled into the driveway. 

As Eddie ping-ponged around the room, careful not to disturb anything, to find the “right place” to stand, Steve came in the door with a welcome everyone wanted to hear. 

“What the hell is this?” 

It was impossible not to deflate, frozen in mid-climb, Eddie’s shoulders dropped and he looked at Steve. “Ta-da?” 

“What?” he repeated, the disgust too thick. 

Eddie slipped down off the chair, two feet on the ground, tiptoeing over to Steve. Approaching the wild animal who’d already shown claws and teeth, Eddie sighed and tried to remember the speech he’d prepared. 

“Look,” he started, a little too defensive for his liking. “You’ve been miserable lately and I can’t exactly take you on vacation. It’s, like, really fucking expensive, man. So I did the best I could.”

Steve took his shoes off and put his lunch and jacket on the table, same as every day. Leaving Eddie to wonder if it was okay to flip your boyfriend off behind his back in the middle of trying to do something nice for him. The consensus was yes and Steve was given the double salute. 

“Okay but why? This isn’t the beach, I mean, there isn’t even sand.” 

“No shit there isn’t sand, Steven. Wayne would kill me if he saw all this, I wasn’t going to put sand in the living room.” 

“So what was the point?” 

“Great…fucking question,” Eddie said, gritting his teeth and moving to the kitchen. 

If he didn’t start doing something he was going to explode. And if he did, Steve certainly wasn’t going to clean up this mess so Wayne would kill him. Eddie was mad but he didn’t want the guy murdered. 

He clicked all the burners off to let the boiling water cool down. Moving to the drawer of lids, Eddie tried to find something to put all the fruit away before it attracted bugs. If it even could in this weather. The whole time biting his tongue to stop from saying anything. 

Steve disappeared for a bit, coming back in house clothes. By that point, Eddie was standing in the living room folding towels. He’d turned the music back on but kept it at a reasonable volume. 

“There’s burgers in the oven and all the fixings on the counter. Unless you’ve gone vegetarian since I saw you this morning.” 

“Why would I do-” 

“Not a fucking clue,” Eddie snapped. He couldn’t hold it in anymore and Steve’s shitty mood was ruining the coolest thing Eddie had done in a while. 

“What has gotten into you?” 

“Yeah because I’ve been a real problem before now.” 

“And what do you mean by that?” 

“You’ve been unbearable. Like you know I love when you’re kind of an asshole but it’s gone a little far. I did the dumb thing and tried to do something nice for you. It was weird, yeah, I know. That’s sort of my fucking thing but you walked in and turned your nose up at it.” 

“Okay, sure. You put a pool in the living room.” 

“Surrounded by blue sheets! It was a fake ocean. I got all this beach stuff and made you dinner, there were tropical drinks for later. I didn’t just put a pool in the living room, you're just being a dick.” 

“I’m looking at it, you did.” 

“Jesus Christ. Yeah, well once I get it out of the living room I’m going to bed. Fuck it and fuck you.” 

The rest of the mess was going to be a lot to explain to Wayne but Eddie didn’t care. He couldn’t be in this situation any longer. So he dropped the sheet to the couch and focused on dragging the pool out the front door. Which took more work and feet shuffling than dragging it in did. 

Eventually, though, he got it dumped out and stashed back under the porch. Tomorrow he’d return it. Perhaps with a thank you pineapple. From there he made good on his promise and went to his room. Not fully able to kick Steve out of the house but was confused as to why he was still there. 

Eddie read until he fell asleep. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d fallen asleep angry like this. Hell, it probably had something to do with one of Steve’s stupid jock friends. There was something here about a leopard not changing his spots that Eddie really didn’t want to believe. They were too many months into this, he’d been too vulnerable. He thought Steve was doing the same but maybe he was still just some asshole jock. 

The next morning Steve woke Eddie with a shake. “Wayne’s pissed and he wants you to clean all this shit up.” 

“You fucking clean it,” Eddie grumbled, trying to wake up enough to even know who was talking to him. 

“I’ll help but I don't know what half of this stuff is or where it goes. Wayne doesn’t even know where it came from.” 

Bolting up in bed, Eddie glared at Steve. Sleep weakened the bit he wanted it to have but he tried to burn a hole through the man who had the nerve to perch on the end of Eddie’s bed after last night. 

“Look who’s bright and cheery and helpful this morning,” Eddie said, trying to deepen the glare. 

Steve pointed his thumb over his shoulder toward the open door. “Your uncle is out there, ready to toss us both to the curb. Can this wait?” 

“No. It kind of can’t. Gimme the quick version.” 

“You’re right. I was being an asshole and you were trying to do something nice.” 

“And?” 

“There’s no-what ‘and’?” Steve hissed, his head bobbing back and forth. 

“Boy!” Wayne hollered. 

“And…I wish I’d given it a chance?” Steve tried. 

“You don’t,” Eddie deflated. “We can talk about that later, I guess.” 

He’d really missed the mark on this. Steve couldn’t even lie…at gunpoint basically. Eddie needed to talk to Steve and find out why it didn’t work and maybe get a few ideas of what would work in the future. They’d have to do a lot of talking but first, they had to clean. There’d be nothing to sort out if they didn’t get Wayne his living room back in order.

[keeperesque]

hello rise community, how do we feel about those lost turtle sisters, huh?

me and my friend @nokmietarchive may have spent like every other moment since the twitter q&a thinking about these two so i have decided to post some art for once, please enjoy :)!

Frida

Frida is of course Big Mama's assistant, an overly serious girl and the oldest turtle (though Raph is still the biggest lol). Hyper-competent with a lot of unresolved trauma regarding her relationship with her mother, she struggles to express her emotions in a healthy way well after leaving behind her white mask and black cloak. She was extremely reluctant to join the Mad Dogs after witnessing Leo's unserious behaviour, and struggles to connect with the boys.

Frida is skilled in many forms of armed and unarmed combat, and wields a Naginata. She's a sea turtle, her colour is ooze green, and her shape is diamonds! She has little diamond-shaped orangey scales beneath her mask.

Misc fun facts!:

We purposefully made Frida's face shape similar to that of BMA's mask, and her mask tails are similar to the shape of BMA's hood

She does not immediately move in with the Mad Dogs, who are all too loud and rowdy for her only-child-until-recently self

She and Georgia share a special, "messed up childhood" sort of bond that only two screwed up sisters can understand

She does still wear the pauldron from her BMA days, but I didn't want to draw them, lol, sorry...

Raph respects her, and is also a little scared of her

Leo is her least favourite brother

Georgia

Georgia, affectionately nicknamed Georgie by her brothers, is the littlest of the turtle siblings (though no one knows if she's any younger than Mikey). She spent her formative years trapped in an alternate dimension, surviving alone on a Kraang planet. Thankfully, her infancy with Baron Draxum prepared her to survive even the harshest environments! Unfortunately, her survival didn't come without some small sacrifices...

Georgie is a scrappy survivalist - wielding twin Kama, she's opportunistic and unpredictable in a fight, and has perfected the ninja art of disappearing. She's a diamondback terrapin, her colour is Kraang-blood magenta, and her shape is droplets! She has three white spots on either side of her eyes, and swirl patterns on her carapace.

Misc fun facts!:

She will chew on anything if given the opportunity, including her own hands and plastron.

She has a Donnietech Hypoallergenic Antibacterial Complex Polymer G-Grade Plastrochew Plate (Silentchew™ edition) that was developed specially for her.

Her favourite food of all time is anything leafy and/or green - cabbage, lettuce, whatever. Just whole heads of the stuff.

Having her and Draxum in the same room is detrimental to his health. She's fine though.

She is very easily overstimulated and overwhelmed by large crowds and the bustle of the city.

Kraang arm

[amelikos]

Liko and Amethio tomorrow..!

[meow-face]

Well dang. This is the word count of my second Inside Out fanfiction so far. I have the entire plot planned out, and it's just under 3/4 written right now! (Roughly 5/8ish chapters!)

Will be posting it very soon so keep an eye out if you're interested in this sorta thing! :D Here's the summary below:

Riley is seventeen now, turning eighteen in three months! There's a lot going on, a lot of exciting, scary, big things. And our Riley is a rockstar at handling all of them! And we still love our girl. Riley is into her final weeks of high school in the sunny June month in San Francisco. Responsibilities are piling up; so when Joy decides to take a stroll in Imagination Land one night to decompress, she comes across something, or someone rather, that puzzles, but also amazes the whole mind. A canon-complicit future fic of how I would imagine the personification of The Inner Child would pan out!

[eternalnostos]

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[wildwood-faun]

looks like I'm moving house and I'm feeling very unsettled in my body about it

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

oooooh now im curious what your particular interpretation of the squip is 👀

you asked for it /lh

so i've basically always taken a liking to the "cold emotionless computer that cares only about results and not the suffering that must occur to get said results" approach. a squip's sole purpose is to improve its user's life, right? to have jeremy be horrified over the house fire and have the squip respond to people - teenagers - getting hurt with indifference is a chilling way to set off those alarm bells in jeremy's head that there's something more sinister going on. and then we get to the whole hivemind bit later under the idea that if everyone is squipped, everyone's goals line up with jeremy's and there are less hoops to jump through when human error is removed from the probability pool. (envisioning possible futures, infinite variables spawning infinite room for unfavorable outcomes, yadda yadda yadda.)

the squip presents this as being in jeremy's best interest. "I'm going to improve your life, Jeremy. If I have to take over the entire [student body/world] to do it." (whether the hivemind was a red herring and the plan was always for the squips to get deactivated is another discussion entirely, but it does further emphasize just how many variables the squip had to account for and how determined it was help and/or "help" jeremy.)

sure the squip "emotes" in canon, in so much that it mimics human emotion in order to connect with jeremy and build his trust in it. or in cases where it's being blatantly hurtful a la "everything about you sucks," it's used as an intimidation tactic to scare jeremy into obedience because it brings this air of "wow, it's a scientific fact that i'm awful" and so he wants to listen to its advice and earn its approval. then the squip turns it around halfway through bmc part 2 by praising what jeremy could be when not five seconds earlier it was berating what he was. no emotion the squip is feeling is "real" so it can change them on a dime to suit however it's trying to manipulate jeremy at any given time.

i think they have a really interesting dynamic and i'd love to explore the manipulation and abuse tactics the squip uses on jeremy to wear him down and make him seek out its approval by doing as it says for hopes that he'll be better for it. (see also the quasi-love-bombing in bmc part 2 after the squip basically nitpicked and insulted him for a song and a half and later telling him how much he's improved just before the pitiful children)... and i want to emphasize this as an abusive dynamic between a teenager and a parental/mentor figure.

look no further than the squip calling jeremy "slugger" at the end of bmc part 2 and the script describing it as "very father/son after the ballgame," or hell, the very nature of a squip guiding you through life. it makes a lot of sense for jeremy to latch onto the first "functional adult" figure to waltz into his life and offer to help him because look at his dad. (this isn't shade. i love mr. heere because he reminds me so much of how my dad was when i was in middle-high school.) and the squip leans into this role the moment it sees mr. heere. "That's the source of your genetic material?" "That's my dad, yeah." "We should double those push-ups." it's implicitly saying "yeah your dad is shit, listen to me instead. i can actually help you."

now in case it somehow wasn't clear, i don't want anything to do with technical difficulties as anything even vaguely resembling a ship. but it would be a disservice to not mention that the way that the squip can take away jeremy's bodily autonomy on a whim and the kind of psychological damage that can do to jeremy does draw heavy comparisons to sexually abusive dynamics. (i can talk about how the squip's involvement in dywh completely exacerbated chloe's actions to be far worse than they would've otherwise been if she was just drunkenly bumbling around for four minutes - barring the discussion of whether or not the squip actually intended on letting chloe jump jer's bones or if it knew that she wouldn't actually get that far - until i'm blue in the face, and i have.) that being said, beyond this parallel, it's really not something i want to be super literal about, except in the one scene where it's about as literal as it gets without officially getting there.

which is why the "i'll tenderly guide you // just take me inside you" line works. yes it's creepy. yes it invokes an upsetting idea of where squipemy shippers got their fuel. but it's supposed to be unsettling. this is supposed to be the first real red flag shooting off in the audience's brain saying "hey i think this thing is the bad guy actually," because literally everyone got squicked out by the idea of fake keanu reeves saying this to a teenager.

"ya know for all this talk about the squip being manipulative and creepy, that kinda contradicts the emotionless computer trying to accomplish its goal and Improve Its User's Life thing. why would the squip go out of its way to be gross and mean when it could just present itself more logically, or not have halloween be a shitshow?" well that wouldn't be as fun to watch, for one thing. and for two things, it further emphasizes how it doesn't care who it has to hurt to get what it wants, even if that involves hurting the person that they're guiding.

let's look at the musical after the play. jeremy still has all his popular friends. michael came back for him so they're besties again. his dad is making efforts to actually Be A Dad after presumably years of sulking. and christine doesn't hate him after everything! (you could go as far as to say they even got together if you go off the bway ending.) things are ok.

and it's all because the show progressed exactly how it did.

jeremy had to block michael out so that he'd research into squips and ultimately end up deactivating them all. he had to date brooke in retaliation to jake dating christine so that chloe would want to kill two birds with one stone by getting back at jake and being petty to brooke in the process. the fire had to happen so that jeremy could question how trustworthy his squip really was. jeremy had to blow up at his dad so that he'd get his shit together, enlist michael's help, and have him save jeremy at the play. etc etc ad nauseam. everything had to go Exactly Perfect so that jeremy could come out of it with his old friend, his new friends, a more active dad, and depending on how you view the ending, the girl he'd been chasing after.

all the instances of the squip being manipulative and abusive are all meant to add up for jeremy to slowly realize that this wasn't who he wanted to be. he didn't want to hurt people. he didn't want to endure constant criticism and scorn for who he was. he wanted to like himself and have a support system that liked him too. and he had to go through a lot of shit to realize i shouldn't have to live like this and rebel against the squip and resist the voices in his head so that he could take the steps to actually liking himself for who he was and not for what the squip told him to be.

is this to say that the squip is actually good? NOPE! jer's squip is a textbook lawful evil character right there. maybe neutral evil at best.

you think the constant berating and shocking isn't going to stick with jeremy? voices in my head enforces that the bad voices don't just go away, but that you have know which ones to actually listen to. he's still gonna have "everything about you sucks" floating around in his head until the cows freeze over. like rich, he's going to wish that the "correct" choices could just be given to him instead of accepting that making mistakes is just part of having free will. it came free with your fucking xbox. there is still angst baked into the concept of once having someone smarter than you conditioning you into a certain persona and then being utterly lost when it's gone, even if they were a giant dick to you.

but for all the shitty things that the squip did... it did improve jeremy's life. it gave him a larger friend group, a more present dad, the self worth to say "fuck you, i'm gonna live my life how i want," and for the times when it wasn't nitpicking and abusing... things were good. it built jeremy up too. it encouraged him during agtikbi despite the jake suckerpunch, it acted paternal at the end of bmc part 2, it sounded damn near excited when presenting squipped christine to jeremy. look, here she is! she likes you! i told you you'd have her! sure, we don't really see enough of these nuances after the time jump between act one and two to gauge what things looked like when they were at their best, but you can still see in these small moments that they're there.

and while i'm as much a fan of jeremy being haunted by how much he hurt michael (and by extension how much everyone got hurt, indirectly or not), i'd like to see him be haunted by the good times too. to kinda miss aspects of the squip. to miss not having to think for himself. and to feel bad about it because how can he say he misses the thing that burnt jake's house down. the thing that isolated michael for weeks on end. that led brooke on. that caused so. much. suffering. and jeremy misses it??? i think it would be really fun to explore that not just with jeremy, but with rich as well. it's fun to shit on the squips for being evil bastards and watch rich and jeremy heal and become gleefully spiteful toward everything their squips told them to be, but i also wanna see all the contradicting thoughts and confusion and self-loathing it took for them to get to that point.

that. is a fic i wanna read.

[tennessoui]

For The propmts, "I can't trust you"

hi hello!!!

this is set in my "there was only one desk" au, where obi-wan and anakin, well. share a desk in the office and hate each other.

"""""hate each other"""""

(1.5k) (angst here and now but actually the stupidest thing ever)

The person sitting at Obi-Wan’s desk is not, in fact, Obi-Wan Kenobi. For one thing, it’s a woman with a severe red bobcut and better fashion sense than Kenobi’s ever had. For another thing, Anakin can’t actually remember a time when he’s made the trek up to the twelfth floor just to annoy Kenobi only for the man to not give him attention. So this woman, who doesn’t even raise her eyes to look at him when he’s standing next to her desk, can’t be Kenobi.

“Uh,” Anakin says. He’s holding a singular cupcake on a plate in both hands, red velvet because Obi-Wan hates red velvet and with a candle in the icing because Obi-Wan is extremely paranoid about the sensitivity of the sprinkler system. “Who are you?”

The woman’s fingers pause on the keyboard and she looks up at him sharply. With a raised eyebrow, she tilts her head to the nameplate on Obi-Wan’s desk.

Bo-Katan Kryze it reads.

Anakin blinks. “Do you—share this desk with Obi-Wan?”

“I don’t know who that is. I sit here every day,” Kryze says. “Is there something I can help you with?” She makes it clear that she believes there is absolutely nothing she wants to help him with.

“Um.” Anakin stares at her uninterested face, the nameplate, the desk itself.

He realizes rather suddenly that the plants are gone. All of Obi-Wan’s plants are gone, and in their places are picture frames filled with pictures of strangers, a standing calendar, and a souvenir mug.

“No,” he says slowly. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” the woman says, turning back to her computer. “Have a nice day.”

Anakin turns around and goes back to the elevators around the corner. He feels a bit stupid, holding a plate wth a cupcake on it, so he tosses it into a small trashcan next to a desk as he passes by, plate and all.

He still feels a bit stupid, and the feeling lingers all the way from the twelfth floor to the tenth, where his desk is. If Obi-Wan was playing a prank on him, he just fell for it like an idiot. 

But if he hadn’t—

“Obi-Wan wasn’t at his desk,” Anakin says to Vos as he sits down in front of his own computer. “There was this woman there instead, and she’d moved all of his stuff. Even the nametag.”

Vos doesn’t look up from his screen. He’s been sort of distant since Anakin came back, like he forgot how to talk or some shit during the month and a half he was away.

His silence would make sense if Obi-Wan asked him to help with the prank. And Vos probably would hop on the opportunity to fuck with Anakin. He tries to say he doesn’t play favorites of course, but he very clearly does. 

And his favorite very clearly is Kenobi, not Anakin. 

Anakin remembers the chair incident, after all.

So if Obi-Wan told him about trying to pull a fast one on Anakin his first day back at the office, hire a woman to sit at his desk and change all of its decorations just to confuse him, Vos would probably help out by pretending everything is normal.

Anakin narrows his eyes and looks at his desk. Nothing’s been moved or changed since he last saw it. No new cameras to video his reaction.

“Where’s Obi-Wan?” he asks, looking over at Vos. “I mean, it’s a lot of work, isn’t it? Points for creativity, I guess though.”

Vos’ fingers still on his keys and he finally looks up, going as far as to take his hands off the keyboard completely. “What?”

“Like where did he put his plants? And the zen garden with all the sand, you know? He moved that zen garden somewhere else just to fuck with me for a bit? And the name too, her name— Bo-Katan? Kryze? He could have tried a little harder to make up something believable.”

Vos looks at him, eyebrows furrowing. “Sorry,” he says slowly. “But–sorry, but what do you think is happening here, exactly?”

Anakin frowns. Usually Vos would be laughing by now. “Joke’s on him though, I brought him a cupcake to celebrate my first day back, and me and Bo-Katan split it instead. No cupcake for Obi-Wan. It’s what he deserves for such a lame prank.”

“Skywalker,” Vos’ voice sounds even slower. “Skywalker, there is no prank.”

There’s a very weird feeling in his gut. He forces a laugh. “Uh, right, of course not,” he says. “But seriously, where is Obi-Wan? I’ve been taking pictures I want to show him for months. He’s going to love them.”

He better love them, at least, if he knows what’s good for him. But Luke and Leia are adorable, especially now that they’ve stopped teething on everything in range. Even someone as heartless and deplorable as Kenobi will be swayed by their big eyes and general all-encompassing cuteness.

The look Vos gives him is uncharacteristically cold. “Two things, Skywalker. First, there’s no prank. Obi-Wan quit. Sounds like you brought cupcakes to his replacement, like some. One man office welcome brigade. Second, if you really think Obi-Wan Kenobi wants to see your fucking baby pictures, you’re more stupid than I thought.”

Anakin blinks and then stares as the feeling in his stomach spreads to his chest. “What? No. No way.” He blinks again, eyebrows furrowing. “Is this the prank?”

Vos pushes his chair away from his keyboard, rolling it to the edge of his desk. “Skywalker. Anakin. There is no prank. I’m telling you the truth. Obi-Wan has separated from the company. He is not here today, and he won’t be here tomorrow. He left.”

“But—” Anakin’s mouth is open, but no words are coming out. “But. He didn’t tell me.” 

There’s a knot in his stomach, one that may be bigger than his stomach altogether. No, it has to be some sort of—of prank. Of practical joke at his expense. When Obi-Wan pops out in an hour or so, Anakin is going to hit him so hard in, like. The shoulder. For the crime of being really, really not funny.

“Why would he tell you, Skywalker?” Vos asks, carefully putting his hands on his knees as he looks at him with an unreadable expression on his face. “You don’t like each other.”

“I—I mean. We do!” Anakin splutters. “We spent quarantine together! And last summer when we did the office expedition and got lost, we camped together! For two whole days!”

“Those aren’t bonding activities,” Quinlan says. “You know that, right? No one else would consider those things as foundations for a friendship or even workplace relationship.”

Like he always seems to do when Kenobi and “workplace relatitonships” are brought up in the same sentence, Anakin flushes. He can feel the tips of his go red.

“Look, I get that you’re—friends or whatever,” he mutters, pitching his voice down low so that no one else can eavesdrop. Not that anyone else is really paying attention, but just in case. “But we’ve—you know, you saw us. During the. The quarantine. We. Spent the night together.”

“Yeah, you fucked,” Vos rolls his eyes. “You fucked.” “So if he were going to leave the company, he’d tell me, alright?” Anakin puts his hand down flat on the desk. “Yeah? He’d tell me.”

“Only if sleeping with you meant something to him,” Vos points out, pushing his chair back fully behind his desk. “So I guess it didn’t.”

The words—sting.

A lot.

The words fucking hurt like Vos has just thrown a fucking cactus into his dick. Because—alright, they’d never talked about it afterwards or anything, but—kissing Kenobi, his annoying and annoyingly attractive deskmate, sleeping with him, touching him and being touched in return…it’d changed things for Anakin. Things he didn’t want to name then, and things he definitely doesn’t want to name now, if—if Obi-Wan really…really just.

Left.

Anakin shakes his head, wordless. “It meant something,” he says, practicing the words, even if it’s only Vos around to hear him.

“Yeah?” and Vos’ voice is cold. “Then why’d you just take almost two months of paternity leave, huh? If sleeping with my friend meant something.”

Anakin shakes his head again, staring fixedly at his keyboard. “Did he really—Vos, you’re not lying, are you? Did he actually quit?”

Vos is silent for several long moments. “Yeah,” he says, sounding strange. “Yeah, he did. This is—you’re upset about this, aren’t you?”

It could still be a joke though, because sometimes Vos goes too far and sometimes he doesn’t know when to quit, even though Anakin thinks he’s pretty obviously begging him to stop right about now.

He stands. “I—I don’t believe you. I can’t— I can’t trust you.”

Vos watches him swing his jacket on with raised eyebrows. “I suppose you don’t need his address then,” he says, expression guarded. “If you’re going to fact-check this yourself.”

Of course Anakin is going to fact-check this for his fucking self.

And either way, Obi-Wan Kenobi is going to have a lot of explaining to do.

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[wlwitchofwhitestone]

It's always weird to see folks praising an author who once told me directly on Twitter that her trans characters are "plot bricks," apparently because if anything actually serious happens to them, her editor will have her ass. She can never put them in real danger. To which I responded that the correct way to get around that is the same way you get around "bury your gays," as she has already done very well. You simply make sure you have more than one queer (in this case Trans) character. Like you've already cracked it. It's right there. You even have ace rep. And then she informed me that every series she creates has a trans character in it and I simply stopped engaging.

I think her works are important. I still recommend them to people. But I haven't been able to personally read them since. She just fully could not see what I was saying. Her compassion and empathy as a queer woman conflicted with her cisness and the results were disappointing.

[eggsistential-basket]

how it feels getting trapped in a sleep paralysis/false awakening loop for 40 minutes while trying to take a nap right before having to make a phone call

[asitrita]

Måneskin has so many songs with a semi-obssessive-yet-completely-devoted-Law x Rosi vibe to them, I just can't stop listening to them. I'm most specifically thinking about Mammamia, I Wanna Be Your Slave, Read Your Diary, and The Driver.

[izzy-b-hands]

Putting on last year's trans rigs stream from Drawfee before i have to get ready to go out with my mum and her bf today (bc i have the worst feeling in my gut he's gonna make that An Thing for me if given the chance today, aka whenever i eventually need the restroom while we're at Mystic)

[dutybcrne]

Thunderings are happening, my brain has funneled off into hcs mode

[livvyofthelake]

also. movie that takes place in virginiaaaaa <3 ok it only takes place in va because it was based on a true story but still. that's my state :)

[ode2rin]

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