Rockabye - Missing Scene that no one asked for but I wrote anyway...ENJOY
Joe and Ben have sex for the first time after getting pregnant with Clara (Joe is around 6 months)
“Ben. Anyone besides me ever tell you how good you are with your hands?” Joe questions with a hum, 6 months pregnant and being jerked off in the middle of the living room by his newly labeled boyfriend, Ben.
Most nights turned into this. Dinner. Maybe a movie. Long chats about life and the future for their baby girl. One of them would touch the other in such a way that got their hands roaming and tongues tangling.
Even though Joe was carrying their child, they were only dating. They were still in the honeymoon stage. It was all so new and they couldn’t stop. As nights like these reached a dozen, Ben had a feeling that Joe was still very closed off. He never took his shirt off while Ben had no qualms in stripping in front of the ginger. He’d let Joe touch every bit of him. And there was Joe, exposing his below but nothing else. He would keep on his jeans if he wasn’t so damn uncomfortable with them around his legs.
“Joe.” Ben stops his hand jerks.
“Ben...why did you stop?” Joe licks his lips, obviously lost in the pleasure Ben was giving him.
“I want to touch you. More.” Ben says simply.
“You have your hand on my dick. That’s second base.”
“Why not more?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Because I’m six months pregnant.”
“Yes...and?”
“And actually that’s it, dingus. I’m fucking pregnant. Now can you get on with jerking me off or do I have to finish by myself?” Joe was obviously agitated but not mad. More frustrated it seemed than anything.
“I want to do more than that.”
“Why? We’re boyfriends now. And I’m kissing you.And you are jerking me off. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Ben cocks his head from the side, “Is that really enough for you?”
Joe scrunched his face up in frustration, “N--yes. Yes it is.”
Ben gazes a thumb over the tip of Joe’s cock. It drips and Ben takes the tiny bit of liquid and brings it to his lips. Joe groans, obviously even more turned on than a second ago. “If this is enough...than why do I come over most evenings to you in the shower...calling out my name?”
“Can’t a man have a wet jerk in the shower, asshole?”
“What do you think about...when you call out my name exactly?”
“This. Mostly.” Joe replies with a blank face.
“You’re lying.” Ben gives him another jerk and Joe grunts.
“Argh...Ben! What the fuck do you want me to say? That I want you to take me from behind ‘till I’m sore in the morning? Is that what you want?”
“Yes. And I’d be willing to give it to you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Ben leans forward, giving Joe a smacking kiss and then pulling away. “But I would like to face you, if you don’t mind.”
“Fucking...fine. Do whatever.” Joe pulls back, re-positioning himself so that he was lying down on the couch.
“No. On the bed.”
“You want fucking everything don’t you.” Even though Joe argues, he still gets up and heads to the bedroom. Ben walks close behind, pulling his shirt off in the midst.
Joe gets up on the bed slowly, going to rest his body partially on the headrest. “Alright. I’m here.”
“I can see that.” Ben continues to strip as he heads to the bed, “Now the jumper.”
“Sweatshirt.”
“Jumper.”
“If I take this off, baby girl will get cold and wake up.”
Ben rolled his eyes, “Don’t bullshit me. I won’t touch you there or look down if that’s your issue.”
“My issue? Not wanting you to see my body is my issue?!” Joe juts forward, baring his teeth though he was still hard. Somehow the now heated conversation wasn’t completing turning him off.
“Yes it is. Because I don’t give a shit.”
“Oh bull fucking shit. Men who look like you always fucking do.”
“Joe…” Ben can sense that all of his comments come from a very dark place. A very sensitive place that Ben is still cracking. He wants to be closer to Joe. Wants to love him even as he is already in love with their baby girl. But he’s just as stubborn as he is sometimes.
“Shit, Benny. That was shit of me. I’m sorry.”
Ben does not back down because of Joe’s comment. In fact, he inches closer on the bed. Joe apologizes and reacts by finally taking off his jumper and undershirt. He is still attractive. Yes, there’s a mound at the center of his stomach and his hips look slightly fuller, but he’s still as hot and masculine as ever, in Ben’s view, that is. “Can you lay down for me, love?”
Joe nods, sliding down, his legs close together and bent, his cock still stiff, resting on his elevated stomach.
Ben walks up, eventually hovering over Joe. The ginger doesn’t let him wait much longer. Instead of letting Ben soak in Joe’s beauty, Joe pulled him in for a deep kiss.
They stayed like this until Ben’s clear reaction to this moment became obviously against Joe’s thigh. “Oh. Someone’s ready.” Joe chuckled lightly against Ben’s lips.
“I’m going to open you up first...yeah?” Joe nods but doesn’t move.
“You might have to...umm..roll on over. Works out better that way. Good angle to make you feel good too.”
Joe was hesitant but complied at first, shifting until he was on all fours. Ben stretched his body over to grab the lube from the nightstand when Joe’s breathing began to hitch. “You all right, love?”
Ben was lathering his fingers up when Joe shakes his head feverishly, rolling back over. “I’m sorry I can’t.”
“Yes. Alright.” Joe was obviously shaken up, but he seemed obviously into it until this point. Ben stops what he is doing, thinking that, well, they got this far. Perhaps next time they will go all the way.
Joe groans, glancing down at Ben’s lubed up fingers. “Fuck...no. I mean. We can do this but...I don’t feel comfortable. In that position….right now.”
Ben listens, nodding as Joe agrees to roll back over and have a pillow under his back and bottom to prop him enough for Ben to open him up enough.
And he does. Ben works slowly, taking in all shifts in his finger positioning that make Joe groan and hitch - make his breathing quicken and asking for more.
It only takes two fingers for Joe to beg Ben to take him. Ben asked the ginger what position he would be most comfortable with. That wouldn’t set him off. Finally, Ben was able to convince Joe to have one leg up and the other around the curve of his back.
Joe apologizes immensely for how quick it lasts. After all, it has been over six months and Joe tries afterwards that, when Ben was inside of him, that everything suddenly became electrified. That it did not feel anything like before. It was so much better.
“I did not last much longer either, love. It’s alright.” Ben is panting, sweat on his chest and his dick wet with excess cum. He didn’t use a condom because he didn’t need to and that only made him and Joe feel even more electrified with pleasure.
“Oh, shit. I knew we’d wake her up.” Joe laughs, placing a hand on his stomach.
Ben leans up and places a quick kiss on Joe’s stomach before coming over with a wet cloth and cleaning them both up. “How can you make this moment hot and cute at the same time?”
“I can’t. You are just describing yourself, love.” Bean beams.
“Oh shut up.”
“Sod off.”
“Whatever. Now get back over here you Brit or wanker or whatever.” Ben giggles cheekily in response, taking no time to climb back on top of Joe and give him the sweetest kiss, believing that this was a time called for placing a gentle hand on Joe’s stomach, as a hello to his daughter and a comforting hand to his dear boyfriend.
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The Clone Wars The Zillo Beast Strikes Back
(Season 2 Episode 19)
I really thought the first episode
was surprisingly good and I hope the
quality
con-
tin
ue
s;
Moving on;
Cost
ly-
Recap,
getting real deep
into the details
......
Good
that shows commitment to the story
..
And
attention to the (good) details
. .
[Also how yeah are they going to transport that
beast?]
Who said spent a little more time
explaining it to
the natives
[Why
they needed a dead
beast]
Still good
still good,
Pretty
Okay
“Tensions
Run
high,”
Hey,
that’s
a
reasonable
reaction,
(They’re going to put extra
security
on it?)
How long
till it breaks out.
[I mean thing
might look tiny]
Look at all those
buildings
[also this will be a nice
scale
We really didn’t
get much of it
On the
desert planet
Cause there were no buildings around
After the
destruction
(Neat
Detail-)
That one trooper’s
really excited
You think you want to be a
zoo-logist?
Neat
Spiky and big
but sleepy
Uhm.
(Cute)
(Oh you stop with that death music it’s
adorable)
As are most animals
Though that’s likely
more so
anticipation music
. .
So it’s Fine
But just look at
‘em,
Ador-able
!
(I’m sorry I cannot take this
seriously with him sleeping
so peacefully)
Good
for
‘em
*em
[Oh yeah
[just]
bring the
Chancellor here.
Is he going to get
Donkey
Kong-ed?
i’m sorry
but just the idea.
.
Of Sidious
held hostage
By a
giant beast,
On top of
a building..
It’s just so
hilarious.
(Not to mention his
force lightning
powers)
Baby
[An-imal]
Possib
ly
.
Okay,
Right,
Why would
they
stop.
Aight
—-
Okay
-
Good
Ideas
-
A-ight.
Whelp,
Good
Uhm,
Right,
Okay
,
Now,
Right,
Wh-
Elp,
Uhm,
Okay,
Right,
Nice
Okay
Chancellor
isn’t having it
Look
At him
You ruined his evil
diatribe, Windu
He isn’t having that
“you should assume some accountability”
argument..
Ruining the
giant monster plot-
-
with his logic
Good
times
[Palpatine’s going to dismiss him
rudely
isn’t
he?
He’s pissed
-
Terrible war
Note; how he said nothing
about the beast safety
Which is Windu’s
main concern
[and his earlier
gaslighting of
Windu’s
conscience
*Put
Down
*
?
.
^ ^
Nice
Sleepy.
.
Bean.
(Pet
Name-
Light
ly.]
Any way!
[There’s the
scientist.]
Seems
Nice.
She doesn’t have
au-thority
Nor
Do
You.
“Good care,”
Nice
Mace
Is
Humanitarian
towards
Ani-
mals-
-also can we stop calling at the
“beast”?
It’s an
animal?
[’Beast’ is for when it’s attacking you
And
it’s not fully identified]
And
it’s
adorable
[as well
as has an already established name]
[i’ll say call it whatever you want
but this is
assumed
authority,
And whoever
names it first
is
king
. . . .
Seriously ?
does no one
care for it as a
cute fluffy animal?
(I know it’s scaly
my point stands)
Like seriously everyone’s viewing it as a
resource
[Makes me
sad]
Starting to think that one clone trooper
Should
be in
charge,
He at least
seem-ed to give a
-shit
Well treated
As a resource
Windu;
i’m calling bullshit
but
alright
[is he going to
spring him?
*em
I want Windu to spring ‘em for
environmental justice
Ok, how long does the plotting
bullshit goes down and they start
tearing the scales off the thing?
Um
Ma-jestic
He’s calling
Heavy..
bullshit
Good for
Windu..
(I like this character
.very much.)
Nope
[Death
Music
.]
Big
Good
-
Aight
Uhm
..
Bu-
ld
Obi-Wan
shut up
[You are the worst character]
Not in character design
Just in being the
absolute
.worst.
Great
Neat
Al-
right-
I mean-
he could be studying it to find which climate would be best for it
-
I mean you can’t just drop a random
Non
native-
Life
Form
-
Onto
a random planet-
and
Hope for the
best-
And this is the closest thing to safe neutral
controlled
territory
. . .
that they have
So make sense that they bring him here
to figure it
out
[The chancellor
able to manage
who they have treaties with and which planets are inhabited
[and what uninhabited planets could be
possibly viable
environment
. . . .
Re-hom-ing
locations-
For him
*em
*Effort*
Oh yeah
not worth the effort to make sure the very
rare species
doesn’t
dare
[this is why you’re
the fucking worst.]
In.uni.
Any
Way-
Well that was a
calm way of saying,
He didn’t
give me an
explanation
. . .
Which is
understandable
and
A pretty
decent
response,
.
Try
Wait what?
Can we
re-wind that again?
...
Obi-Wan
-
no
-
All he said
“was that he didn’t get an answer,”
He-
Do not
escalate the situation.
Do not send
Anakin to badger the
chancellor.
[If Windu wants to escalate the situation
he will,]
You are not the responsible [least
Toxic] Adult
Please just let
Windu handle it
[I love how they cut away like you know
Windu’s
rolling his eyes
[Obi-won-
“]
]
Well, not too bad
just seems tired
Planet acclim-
ation
-
Or the
sed-
atives
-
Will do
that
to you)
Though admittedly it could be a less
in-vasive
environment-
With more
com-patibility-
Oh
?
What?
Oh
No!
[Don’t hold
the fluffy bean!]
What
is going on
exactly?
Like don’t get me wrong I know there’s
slight discomfort
But
how
bad-
[like is what they
inserted into them a sedative?
Enough,
Good-
That’s
Good
But seriously
If you’re going to
study an animal
you shouldn’t do shit like that
Passive observation
Seeing if it sheds
Perhaps,
Getting
Samples
The only time
those things to be
taken off -
...
them
...
is upon
death
-
with respect to the
life
cycle,
And, ��
the decomposition
cycle-
Not going-
Toxic
excessive-
And causing
-
pain
Aw
Sentient
Bean-
Oh
No.
Oh it is picking things up
relatively quickly,
Surprisingly
quickly,
figuring out that
this was the one to
Yell
at
...
despite there being
Mryaid
Of
possibilities,
And
would usually focus on the,
Pain-
ful
Ones,
Com
So take a small
scrape sample. off the scales
Like you straight
up tried to
rip
off
the scales.
...
Armor-
And not the
Jedi’s?
Just thought -in the
pecking order they’d be lower
Under tanks
and
shielding
And protection to the
higher ups
...
Centurion
Armor.
First
Ok how about you
don’t..
Or send her to the planet
and wait to
see if she sheds.
Like,no
Until the
bean
...
is dead
(Un
fortunate)
You
can’t-
be doing-
....
Stuff-
Like
That-
-
What the
fuck?
Also;
mace Windu
a thousand miles away;
I hope the fuck you do
you be a dead son of a bitch,
Lady, just call the Jedi
Mace Windu is clearly an
environmental
-
animalistic
focus
-
Have him insta kick this
bitch
(Which he can as
his specialty)
Call tox
*Like
Medic
And kick the bitch
to accountability
* or semi
accountability in this case
(’Cause if you get caught with a
Spoon-
-”
Pr-otest
Good
Mace Windu
-
Has a teammate-
Intelligent
Oh no-
Oh noo
That
could’ve been possibly
meant
“I thought
that was just an
extraneous detail”
👍
Animal
You’ve been calling it a
Beast
this whole time
Also,
damn look at those
sad eyes!
That Things 100%
Sent.
You can’t do
that!
Ok
I need to plot this out
This
living creature-
Is sentient
enough
To
Un-der
Stand
Lan-guage
And feel pain
Let me just play a few scene
so I get the morality right
So,
dude’s sleeping under ground,
(Those guys apparently just
. Got injured by its sleeping movements,)
Then
It finds some guy
Tries to get it off him
(Reasonable)
Those two guys flee
(After
Anakin spent multiple occasions getting in
it’s way..
Clearly
un-wonton
and
un-wanted
So clearly going over the
“don’t bug others
rule,”
Then these guys
-definitely heck with it
By throwing
bombs,
And
generally breaking
every
(rule).
The liquid thing is kind of weird
That being the equivalent of
pumping
planet waste material
Poison)
So it pretty well fits under the attempt of harm
/murder
And the
guards clearly attempt
to murder it.
So immediate
accountability is in play
But
they try to kill them
(Note I know the situation is bad but it’s
Immediate Accountability
Not immediate death
(However,
it’s really weird with non
humans)
(Or even just
humanoids,)
Because I know what another
human could do
Humanoids have the same
about structure
With minor
ex
-cessive-
differences?
Like- how
(The standards
are really different
here)
I’m not sure she could have even picked them up
without hurting them.
I really hope
we get to see her talk
So
we can get more info
Because that’s
really
fascinating.
Co-mment
Hey
it noted that!
...
That’s
-really
neat
[Also
geez that must suck,
Having
to be moved from your
planet...
Against
your
will
and things
that you might not be able
prevent. .
Because
some asshole won’t
share the damn planet,
And everyone
else is enabling.
(It’s the frozen planet thing
All over again
.but better.]
This time
the species
might not actually have an option,
But
doesn’t
negate
-
it’s
sentience,
Kill
Dude,
seriously,
Like I’m not a fan of it
but you could just sedate them,
Turn the fuel wanted some kind of solid
(Point)
And
Argh-
(It brings me no
moral pleasure to say this)
Cut the scales from the
skin-
Without,
too much pain
Assume
(Still
should
not do it)
Monster
(Also lady just
call the Jedi)
You know one who’s against it
You don’t even have to mention the
chancellor by name
Just say some crazy orders got
brought down the line
And you need
-some help
Oof
‘She
ain’t having your bullshit’
Right
Okay
Whelp
Good scene
setting.
You really feel how
out of place
Anakin is,
-
Oof
The music’s
really nice
Really helps
set the scene
And the height
Just-
Perfect
(Sets a beautiful
set of risk)
Oof and Obi-Wan questioning
Am-idala
(The costume choice works
very nicely here-
Causing Amidala
to stand out,
From the
variety,
But still have the kind of
muted sense of the situation,
(Lot of other senators
wearing purple
(-though more
solid)
And the lighting is pretty nice too,
Looking pretty
naturally with the setting-
Oh,
no,
Aw, that’s kind of nice
A good
bit of levity
(Possibly
parodying
the masters,
Amidala
and
Anakin
technically)
(Anakin
did build
CP3PO
though)
Aight,
Nice,
.
Pro
B-
You know
that actually would make sense
I was actually expecting
the more blow it up
solution
But
just trying bugging the
Senator
(Chancellor)
Palpatine
.
Is a pretty good
(non-escala
tory)
First
step
. . .
.
That would
just let
Senator
Amidala see it,
assuming
she wouldn’t have an
issue;
and wouldn’t
notice the smell
rift.
..
-
Male-stare
‘ Mace Windu
told you to leave it alone
and let him handle it,
And you decided fuck
that
I’mma
gonna screw things up,
Didn’t
You?”
Ch-ancellor
Oh
that’s actually a smart plan
-
Gang up on the
chancellor
.
Never mind
A second
pair of eyes
might be
helpful in case
he tries that
hologram
shit again,
(Never mind the fact that
Ami-dala- doesn’t go missing
under mysterious circumstances,”
It’s a good
plan
Kinda
That’s-
pretty damn fair-
-
Voice-
-
That’s- a little too
environmental but I get the point
(As in it’s ignoring the fact that the
Zilla beast does have a voice,
Just no one‘s listening
Or reading its body language,
Like a good
sentient would
(The issue is it’s
accountability
-The ability
to hold others
accountable-
Which it doesn’t seem to be capable of doing to the
fine degree of
other humans-
Other
humanoids-
“ Be it’s
accountability,”
Is More
accurate
a phras-
ing
Also geez can you imagine that
sit-uation?
-
Like either force-d to kill another sentient species or be submitted to
this?
-
I give the Zilla beast a lot of damn
credit-
For the re-straint
Real
shit
. ..
Sit-
Neither have
you,
Seen your
-self
In action!
Like
yeah dude you pull out a laser sword,
When someone threatens you,
(Pretty damn unaccountable)
At least the Zilla beast has a
damn good excuse,
Life
Yep-
Warr
ant a discussion
No,
It warrants the
envir-onmental focus-
Kicking the
offender,
Straight to
accoun-tability
And
every
one else,
Lea-ving
the damn thing
alone,
(Bastards)
....
?
I mean-
That’s
kinda fair-
Heck
not every-
one-
Heck- not every generation-
Has an environmental focus
And, animals are damn
weird-
But- I’m going to say
if you see a puppy kicked-
You should
tell that dude to
fuck
off,
And no I do not
resent that-
Even if it’s
food
(Which no one should be messing with
in the first place)
But fair-
Chan-cellor
Still don’t
like this-
Stop being a complaining
dick and eit
-her do it or
don’t-
Oh does he have a
hesitation from his previous experience?
Secrets do not stay
secret
Mate you deployed the military,
Who have to answer
to the council,
Not to mention all of the
Internal law and military
enforcement
On planet
That saw
this shit go down
(Would probably be
defensive of you holding a dead
creature)
Also yeah
it’s Obi-Wan’s
fault
(How he knows about something
he didn’t witness.
Idk,
Guess
someone told him.”
Anakin?
What-
ever.
Aight
Called
out
No the point of democracy is to form a
hierarchy of authority
And with some people’s decision
matters more than others
There was very little ability to
self determined,
And often times ends up just arguing over
basic human decency,
Doesn’t have to involve
subterfuge
But things can escalate for the worst with
toxic behavior
*enabling
espec
Die
Oy!
Any
-one paying attention to that?
(Dude, blown cover!
)
No, better option just go straight to
Windu,
You thought
he was being held for a tests
...
He
wasn’t
,
Time to get the ass kicking squad in for
questioning,
Windu
*Not
Obi-
Won-
-
That was
damn threatening
Aight,
(Also yes, you do,
Go tell
Windu.)
Here’s the conversation;
‘Ok, I’ll just relay that to
Master
Windu-”
“Wait, no - don’t do that-
!”
(Done jokingly)
The conversation’s
fine,
War is never going to be won
until someone assumes
accountability
Both points of “feck you”
Well at least Anakin isn’t hail-ed as the
“enabling Savior”,
And does sorta take
Amidala
’s
Side,
,
Re-
asonable
[call
Windu]
Shit
...
Also
“your
groomer
has
groomed
you
well”
To
never
pick
a side
. ..
Ex-
Cuse-
Me-
-
Help
ing
...
He
noticeably
switched
his
body
over
to your side,
And his
“both sides thing,”
.... .
Was is clearly a
‘feck
you,
Appro
-priately
Oh
No he
DOESN’T!
And Anakin isn’t innocent
here,
So knock off the
tone
No puppy dog
was kicked,
Anakin fully
knows what he’s advocating
is wrong
And appro
-priate tone should be applied
‘That was
malicious
You can’t hoodwink an
adult,
Productives are well aware
of common decency
Rules,
Selectives know
their shit
This is an
act of
malician
. . .
And should be
framed as such
.
yeah I have no idea what’s going on with
him either
[Doing that
unaccountable juice again.)
Oh,
hi,
,
Wait you’re just gonna straight up gas
‘em-
But-
(Does this turn them
into a super angry pissed off monster?)
Zilla
Stop enabling
this!
[Character
Yell,]
Bitch,
Kill
em’
‘I will grab the thing
, but I’m still asking you to do the thing,”
This is why
‘sorry
is bullshit,’
. .
Um
Whelp,
Time
to see
the baby
get kicked,”
-
“I’m
Sorry,”
We talked about how that doesn’t excuse
actions
...
I swear if they pull that they said they were sorry, so that means everything’s ok every episode,
[I will
strike every episode]
Til the mark
Any
way.
Begin
procedure
.
And with that she is undoubtably
irredeemable,
. ...
(I swear to god if they play happy music of an ending where she is supposedly redeemed
Or enabled)
Calling
heavy
bullshit,
A
puppy
killer
runn
-ing
free
With
No
Ch
-ance
Of even the slightest bit of
come
uppance,
....
Isn’t
happy
- - -
Any
Way,
Even worse
that
it’s sentient
-
Going to switch
from
“That’s
A
Puppy!”
to
“THAT’S
A
SENTIENT!”
(Both are equally
frick-ed up)
De-
served-
Yeah-
Turns out when you threaten someone’s life they immediately going to assume accountability mode
(Not)
I’m just really angry
At the characters in the
universe
But yeah,
Damn,
Poor
Zilla,
Got
tears
in my eyes
[Like imagine
that bullshit]
Like either she was restrained
her self enough
so she didn’t kill people
Or the situation was so bad
it literally caused
an adrenaline
like situation
Free-
ing herself
Seeing as she doesn’t seem to be a bad
“pers’-
[The accountability scale-
still
un-established,”
[Selective
accountability?
Involuntary
accountability?
Does her body
just flare up into attack mode
when stuff like that happens)
Just-
Whoa-
No-
Don’t shoot the
baby !
sent
ient!
I don’t
like the sound of that,
You’re not going to like
what they did to her?
[also wait,
what are the properties of that gas?
Like what does exposure
do to her?
[I know they said it was poisonous,
But
that was coming from the assholes that thought stabbing
her was a good idea,
*em
Any
Way,
Good point
Like how
dude’s backing away
.
Good trooper
I hope he was the
Zoologist
One
.
seems to be
smart,
Oof
(Dude didn’t even get to see the
Zila,)
Oof
It
doesn’t even attack anyone!
(It goes away
from the tanks)
My
Damn
heart,
Oof
I hurt
Good
(Oh geez,
she probably didn’t even know they were still out there.”
Oof,
Okay, fakers,
Also she took out was the beams screwing with her,
There
was like one guy,
(I remember
I thought about commenting,
“Karma,”.
at that moment,
If Lady’s on the ground
it’s her own fault,
Zilla,
didn’t do anything to her
Dick,
?
Oy,
Bullshit,
She, went the other direction
And
seemed very specific about
avoiding things
I’m calling
very light
(Cir-cum
stantial-)
Bull shit
There must be a fire
Oh no
(Yeah the structure-
Must suck
To be sp-
How is he
reaching her
after her thing was destroyed?
Damn
Also, wait
it’s night?
How long
have they been
standing there?
(Also Mace
Windu
is going to
kick
your
ass.”
Also, look at that
She’s trying to go under the beams!
This is clearly not
malicious,
And I mean it makes
a lot of sense,
She’s a ground living
creature,
(Sentient)
She probably thought lower altitude was safe
And not with all
this
(non
sense),
toxin
Oh yeah
just gas
the city!
-
with multiple
in-
habitants
of
different
biological
structure-
[Don’t bother turning it into a
blade]
Or
bullets]
.
Hurry
[Not try anymore
practical
solutions,]
Why...
Have you done
this?
[Oh yeah don’t bother sounding the alarms for
everyone,
Screw them
Only
the servants matter,”
“Gen,
No,
don’t stay
with
General
Kenobi,
He
will
get
you
killed,
Now, I kno
Fun
-
See,
she gives them a warning yell!
She’s more-so tripping than
malicious,
Also made if you saw a (malicious) beast coming your way and decided to stand near it
-That’s your
own fault,
Like,
Darwin’s
law
No
Euth,
To be fair dude does give the orders.
And that
was her way of saying I don’t like that guy
I’m just really sad about her
condition.
Tr-
High
er
Van
Ta
Ge
Point-
Also yeah that does seem like a smoother safer advantage point where she wouldn’t hurt anyone
Aight,
Okay, seriously
how the fuck are
there fires?
She
hasn’t-
That’s just something completely
different,
[Like-
I don’t know if I wanna know the story but that
is intriguing]
Aw,
Small,
See now
she’s sticking to sections
where she can’t
hurt
people.
.
Whelp
“Also everyone get to your
rooms,
These
frickers;
Like there was an alarm
earlier
right?
There was a
siren
..
How?
No-pe
Yes you stay on top of that dome
Proud
Of
This
Zilla’
Eva-
Cute?
Also wait
wasn’t she just in the scene below
Some
One-
Dude all she did was
yell at him,
Re-
Strain
T!
Gosh darn, Yoda -
you fricking
enabler
Also how long until Windu finds out she’s been injured and..
freaks out.
Loading.
Lost
And,
they were all given fair warning and if you’re not smart enough to get out of the way that’s your own fault
* Un
accountable
Off
How’s
Windu
feeling?
Aight
Bullshit,
you planned that-
Also
why are you including everyone else?
That seems like a
security
hazard?
Toxin
.
De-stroyed
Clearly no
You should be
glaring daggers at him
being like
“bitch
no,”
Padme
Isn’t
innocent
Pr-
[Windu
is going to kick a bitch]
It
No
Hi,
Hey, want to talk to you
VALID
Good
OH NO
Fuck off Yoda
(Amoral-
You shouldn’t
shoot them in the first place-
Also this is just establishing that
Mace Windu is literally the only sane person,
Yoda literally only cares about the
chancellor
. . .
and would’ve shot him
Dick,
Don’t
(Feckin
dammit Anakin,)
The Zilla
Just
Wants
a nice talk.
Bad
Yes just let the Zila talk you
irresponsible fuck
Like, seriously
Now she’s
going to have to try and catch you with her hands,
And if anyone gets hurt
it’s their own damn fault.
Som-
Stupid
Damn-
Just.
Talk
with the damn Zila,
-
I swear..
I fuck-
She was already paying attention
you damn fuck
Zilla-
catch-
Whelp,
Dumbest freaking
plan ever,
Zilla,
Pick up
“ also you have to think about what Zilla- is thinking at them
at this moment-
Like-
Oh- shit
No
They could possibly die!
She
just yells at them this
entire time!
Damn...
Pretty sure
that dude tried to shoot
her...
Not-
Dick
Oh
No,
This-
She gave dude
five fucking warnings
De-press
....
I’m
Go
Write
A
Fluff
Fic
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Life Update: Time, Tears and The Big Girl Bed
This month has been dominated, both emotionally and practically, by the arrival of Angelica’s Big Girl Bed. It has taken up a lot of time, this Big Girl Bed; first, choosing it (I was torn between buying an antique and getting a new one), then working out what else we needed to go with it (any excuse to spend ages on interiors websites) and finally, once the huge package arrived, putting it together.
I realise that three is probably quite late to be putting a child into a proper bed (is it?), but I’m afraid we were in a good place with the cot and we simply couldn’t let it go. It had bars, you see, which meant that once Angelica was in bed, that was it for the night. Not that she ever tried to escape – which was probably why the cot lasted so long – but we didn’t have to worry that she was galavanting about upstairs whilst we were watching Game of Thrones. She was happy with the cot, so were we.
But all good things must come to an end, and so last Saturday the little cot was taken down (after spending eight thousand hours looking for the right allen key) and the new White Company bed was put together. I went for the Provence* single bed, because it was on sale and also it was almost identical to an antique one I’d seen. Except that it didn’t have the “past minor case of woodworm”, the “rickety join between headboard and side rail” or the “slightly torn rattan segment at the foot”. (Love vintage and antique stuff, but when you’re sleeping in it, you tend to want it to hold together.)
I digress; the cot went out and the new bed came in and I had to slip into the airing cupboard of claustrophobic nightmares to have a bit of a sob. (I rarely seem to be able to cry “a little bit” anymore – I hold it all together and then the dam bursts and I am left prostrate with seemingly inconsolable grief.) Where has my baby gone? I wailed, as Mr AMR shouted to ask me where the screwdriver was for about the seventieth time. I remember the day I first put her into the cot, I thought, as I buried my sobs into a stack of mismatched towels, she was so tiny! Six months old!
Ugh. Is parenthood always this relentlessly emotional? We also had a trip to the nursery so that Angelica could meet her new friends – she starts in September for two days a week – and I had to put my sunglasses on the minute we got through the door because I had welled up and the tears were threatening to spill over.
“I hang my coat on these hooks Mummy?” said Angelica. “Like Goat?” (Goat is from a book called Goat Goes to Playgroup. It’s a page-turner.)
“Yes,” I croaked, “you’ll hang your little coat up there and go into school!”
“And you come too, Mummy?”
Oh my heart. So anyway, I stuck my sunglasses on and must have looked like a) I had a medical problem with my eyes or b) a total knob. I can’t bear it when people wear sunglasses inappropriately (like in the house, when you’re trying to speak to them, and when it’s winter for God’s sake!) and so you can imagine how much it pained me to keep them on. I only pulled myself together when I leant on a table and accidentally stuck my elbow into a tray of red paint – it’s amazing how a minor crisis can distract you from your own thoughts.
The worst thing about the Big Girl Bed scenario was that Angelica kept crying – “don’t take away little bed!” and in my ridiculous, over-active imagination, the cot became a sort of physical embodiment of her babyhood. There were Angelica’s baby years, all of those milestones and gorgeous memories, standing in pieces on the landing, ready to be stored in the shed.
Good grief.
What’s Ted been doing this month? Nothing tear-jerking, which is nice. I’m just about done in, emotionally. He’s eighteen months today and he mostly spends his time throwing his food around dramatically – he sits in his high chair and swipes his hands across the tray from side to side, sending his rice/pasta/cereal/bread flying around the kitchen. Needless to say that Dexter the dog loves him.
Ted has a strange way of feeding himself, if I had to describe it in one word I’d have to say “Desperation”. He squashes everything he can possibly manage into his mouth for around thirty seconds, easily devouring over half of his total meal amount, and then he spends a few minutes processing it and chewing it down. He’s like a demented contestant on Supermarket Sweep, packing his trolley in an absolute frenzy.
He also gets quite panicked when he starts to smell food and it doesn’t immediately appear – you have to keep him as far away as possible when you’re cooking otherwise he clings to your legs until you drop morsels into his mouth like a baby bird. I’m like a constant snack-provider; dried mango, slithers of ham, lumps of cheese, bits of toast and jam, I’m forever preparing miniature food items, like a caterer for gnomes.
Ted has started to say quite a few words, though it’s sporadic and he absolutely will not perform on demand. Ask him to say “moo” or “dada” or “bath” and he will clamp his lips together and stare at you blankly until you go away and leave him alone. Left to his own devices, he chatters and hums and babbles away and has a grand old time of it.
Oh, and he has started to love books. A real definite change in the last week or so, I think he’s having a huge developmental leap or something. One day he was a baby dribbling food down his bib, the next day he’s plotting to take over the world, poring over his paperbacks. Although so far he’s only really interested in the farm book because it plays Old McDonald on a loop in a tinny, annoying manner.
Ted has also been going through a clumsy stage where he walks straight into doorframes and trips over thin air. And then gets really cross about it. It’s like being in charge of a tiny drunk man who alternates between loving you unconditionally and hating the sight of you. He’s like a tiny drunk man who can’t remember whether he wants a kebab, which is in one direction, or the bus stop, which is in the other. And whilst trying to decide, he likes to lie down a lot, sometimes in the middle of the road. Often he stands on things that just should never be stood on – boxes made from paper, the edges of duvets that have no bed supporting them – and now and then he likes put his hands into drawers and then lean on them so that he traps his fingers painfully. After a short, intense cry, he likes to brush himself off and try it all again.
Argh, my other baby! Not even a baby. Toddling and saying “book” and eating cereal with a spoon – it seems like yesterday I was lugging him about on the London Underground, breastfeeding awkwardly on the tube and trying to find stations that had lifts in them. Do I miss those days, or am I glad that they’re over? Were they fun, or simply difficult? It’s amazing how quickly your mind readjusts and smoothes over and carries on…
Why am I so silly and overly-sentimental about things? I think I’m trying to get to grips with not having a baby to look after – Ted is becoming more and more independent and there’s no proper cuddle-cuddle time going on. Not like there was before. In one way it’s lovely – I have my arms back! – but trying to adjust to not being needed to much is weird. It’s hard to know who I was before all of the baby years started, and they’ve flown by so fast – it’ll be four years in September since I fell pregnant with Angelica, so four years since I’ve really felt “normal” in my body and had uninterrupted sleep. Where do I go from here? Who am I? A woman who bursts into tears when she’s driving because so many songs remind her of her Dad, who fills her pockets with jelly beans (new vice) so that she can squirrel-nibble on them throughout particularly trying periods of the day, a woman who still feels as much of a girl as she did when she was fourteen and wondered, I wonder what it will feel like to be SIXTEEN? Twenty-three years later and I still have no idea.
Time. Life. It’s a funny old thing.
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