#where do you go when your seeking something you haven’t lost?

[stoically]

Love the decision to include Beatrice leaving the OCS as an after credits scene. Love even more that whole ass fandom immediately had one (1) singular thought about where she was going.  Was it to her parents to give them a piece of her mind? No, of course not. Was it working with Jillian while watching the Ark for Ava’s return? Absolutely no. Was it tracking down different ways to get to the other side using less scientific means? Pfft, never. It was: walkabout.

Existing in that liminal space between having left home (Ava) and not having a destination to arrive at (no Ava), caught endless seeking that which cannot be found because it was not lost, filling the void of loneliness with transient relationships of mutual tourism into another’s life in pursuit of you own.

the trick of finding what you didn’t lose by e. e. cummings

the trick of finding what you didn’t lose (existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

hey!! happy celebration time bestie :) sorry this took forever, i got sick but i'm here now!

i was thinking it would be cute to do a blurb for steve based off these grumpy x sunshine prompts: (i love sassy steve, he's my fav)

having the habit of hugging them randomly

^ and when u forget to hug then, they just stand there like an npc, too cool to ask for that hug.

or they pull you into a hug without any words and wouldn't show u their face after

i feel like steve would get this attitude probably bc you're in front of the kids or something and he doesn't wanna beg for your hello hug but he also doesn't want to go without it. you can decide if they're in an established relationship or not <3 congrats again on 500!!

riley i hope you enjoy this cause i wrote this in two days. both times while at work. completely forgot the grumpy x sunshine part, but i feel you could see hints (let me know if you want a rewrite)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader wc: 969😏

masterlist / steve harrington

you and steve are friends who’ve kissed a few times. twice while drunk, one at a house party and another while at a surprisingly packed hideout where eddie’s band played. there were three other times where you kissed but both of you were sober and it was broad daylight hours. however, the two of you weren’t a couple. haven’t really chosen when to have a proper discussion or just blatantly ignoring how both of you are just waiting for the next time a kiss could happen.

yet, when it comes to hugging, you and steve are a gross couple in love. always holding onto each other for a time that isn’t considered a friendly passing hug. sometimes you’ll hug steve from behind as a ‘sneak attack’, other times it’ll be a side hug with your arms around his waist and one of his thrown over your shoulder while waiting in a long line. or it’s where you crash into steve chest seeking his warmth as a safety blanket, even could be where the two of you are full on cuddling while taking a nap on his king bed.

hugs are something steve fully expects to receive whenever the two of you are in the same room, within reach or quick steps. so when steve sees you walk into his backyard for this pool party the kids forced him to have, he’s completely frozen when you walk past him and throw your open arms around dustin first. dustin doesn’t deserve to be in your arms first, that’s a steve harrington only privilege. but he allows it since it’s the twerps birthday.

steve just stands back by the loungers, watching as you sway the boy side to side, almost throwing the both of you to the ground. the two of you laugh and steve swears he gets a bit tipsy from the high pitched lilt.

you pull away from dustin and turn on a 180 to then pull bright cheeked max into a sisterly embrace.

“what the fuck?” steve grumbled to himself. his eyes never leaving as you pull each kid, one by one into a firm hug. and when you’ve given will the last one of the group, steve expects you to come find him next, but no. you see nancy and bounce over to her.

“mad your girlfriend ignoring you?” steve startles at the voice of robin appearing beside him. she was unbothered while picking chips off her paper plate. “jesus, gotta put a bell on you.” hand over his heart while side eyeing her.

“i’m not a fucking cat, drill bit. you're just lost in that smooth brain of yours while creepily staring at y/n. might finally put that restraining order on you.” sentence punctuated with her loud chewing.

steve rolled his eyes, “she wouldn’t do that. and she’s not my girlfriend. she’s a girl who’s a friend.” his quiet tone showing his real emotions on that claim.

robin hummed, “yeah. a girl who’s a friend that you’ve kissed five times and been to chicken to do shit about.” he glared at the accusation. she then pointed a salty finger across the pool, “who’s also giving eddie a nice hug and you're over here standing like a tree waiting for her to take the initiative.”

steve whipped his head at robin’s pointed location to see eddie with his right arm casually holding your waist as your left is over his shoulder. steve could only see the mesmerized grin of eddie and it’s making his head fuzzy.

there was a slight shove at his shoulder and it forced him to once again glare at robin. “dude!” she rolled her eyes, “stop being wuss and get your girl. it’s not that hard, you both like each other already. act grossly coupley in public, that’s why you’re always ‘oh, not dating’ bullshitting to strangers.”

“robs, it’s just… i’m- im scared…” steve trailed off while turning his eyes to the ground. robin’s hand touched his shoulder and she asked, “of what? there just needs to be proper communication and everything will come together.” robin squeezed his shoulder before boldly stating, “she loves you. and you love her. be in love together.” and she walks away leaving steve by his porch door.

that is until there’s two arms sliding around his waist from behind and something laying along his spine. he automatically raises his hands to fold over yours, ruffling your arm hair from his back and forth motions.

“was wondering where you were?” your voice is muffled by the way you're pushing your left cheek into steve’s skin.

he turns his chin over his shoulder, “i’ve been here the whole time. thought you were ignoring me.” trying to play the last part off as a joke, but he really did think you were ignoring him.

you gasped and moved to stand in front of him, “never. just wanted to save the best for last. and also i wouldn’t have to let you go after i got to everyone else first.” making your point while rewrapping yourself into steve. his own arms resting over your shoulders with his cheek laying on your head.

“i love you.” he blurted with such an ease that steve was a bit shocked that it was such an easy and true statement.

a dreamy smile on your lips as you replied, “i love you too, stevie.”

and his heart jumped a little faster, both from your silky voice and you possibly saying it in a different meaning, “no, not as a friend.”

“i know, stevie. i love you both as a friend and more.”

steve lifted his head away from your skull and you tilted your head up. the two of you stay held together as infectious smiles grasped at your lips and childish giggles spilled free.

-

[magicfootballstuff]

Strictly Unprofessional - part 7 (alexia putellas x reader)

Summary: You’ve just landed your dream job as a photographer at FC Barcelona Femení. The only problem? You hooked up with the captain five years ago and haven’t seen her since.

Part 7/9

Previous parts here.

———

Part 7

five years ago

You’ve moved on from the beach club. You spent a good few hours with Alexia earlier, drinking, dancing, getting to know each other, before the afternoon Ibizan sun became too much. 

You returned to your separate hotels to cool off and get changed with a plan to meet up again later, which is what led you here. There are eight of you crammed into a booth at the bar you’ve picked to start your night - you and your two best friends, Alexia and her sister Alba, as well as a group of three girls that Alba seems to have befriended at the beach club this afternoon while all Alexia’s attention was on you. But you only really have eyes for Alexia.

Neither of you is being subtle about it. Alexia’s hand found its way into your lap with remarkable ease and you’ve been absently toying with each other’s fingers ever since. 

The group is mixed but everyone seems to be getting along well. There’s something unspoken in the air, the understanding that the main reason this particular group is hanging out is because you and Alexia are trying to pretend that you aren’t just thinking about getting each other alone later, but once the shots start flowing and the drinking games begin, everybody seems to forget about that.

When it’s Alexia’s turn to get the group a round of drinks, you go with her to the bar, claiming that you’ll help her carry the drinks back to the table when really you just want the chance to talk to her alone. She’s unbelievably attractive, even under the dim lighting in the bar, and you can’t stop looking at her.

Your staring doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Alexia asks, as you wait at the bar to be served.

You’ve lost count of how much you’ve had to drink, spread out enough across the whole day that you’re buzzed rather than drunk, but it’s enough to embolden you into admitting, “You’re really pretty, that’s all. Also, I kind of want to kiss you right now.”

The corners of Alexia’s mouth twist up, though she keeps her gaze straight ahead.

“What?” you nudge her.

“I’m not used to a girl being so direct about what she wants,” Alexia replies, finally turning and leaning sideways on the bar as she smirks at you.

“We’ve been dancing around this for half a day,” you point out. “That’s hardly direct.”

“You know what I mean,” Alexia says, in a low voice.

“So can I?” you dare to ask.

“What?” Alexia frowns.

“Kiss you.”

In lieu of an answer, Alexia lifts a hand to cup your face, her fingers tangling into your hair, and dips her head to close the gap between you, pressing her lips to yours. Your own hands seek her hips, pulling her closer to eliminate all space between you as you return her kiss.

You can’t believe after an entire afternoon and evening together - dancing, flirting, touching - that it’s taken you this long to finally reach this point, but the wait only makes it better. Your ex is long forgotten, as are the protests you gave earlier that you didn’t want to find somebody new, because the spark you feel as Alexia’s tongue swipes across the seam of your lips until you grant her entry feels inevitable.

You’re eventually pulled apart by a loud heckle from the booth where your friends are sitting.

“Alexia!” Alba shouts. “You can do that after I’ve got my drink.”

Alexia just lifts her middle finger to flip off her sister as she grins against your lips and pulls you in for another kiss.

———

present day

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to have a moment with Alexia the night before you have to pretend everything is normal in front of twenty other people in the executive box at Camp Nou.

It had been so effortless back in Ibiza, so easy to tell Alexia you wanted to kiss her and follow through. Back when there were zero consequences, when you thought you were never going to see her again.

Out of all the options yesterday, you realise you probably picked the worst one. It probably would have been simpler if you’d just gone for it and kissed her instead of whatever mess you’ve ended up creating in the process of trying to do the right thing for both your careers.

Because now you’re here, introducing your dad to somebody you can barely make eye contact with. 

“Papi, this is Alexia. The one who got us the tickets.”

“I know who this is,” your dad says, already intent on embarrassing you. “A Barcelona legend.”

You knew that your dad follows the women’s team as well as the men’s, especially since you started working for them. He’s even been to a couple of games at the Johan Cruyff. But nothing could have prepared you for the way he greets Alexia like an enthusiastic fanboy.

Alexia doesn’t seem fazed by your dad’s enthusiasm. Instead, she greets him with a handshake and says, “You’ve got a very talented daughter. She’s been teaching me how to take good photos.”

Your cheeks flush. So far, your version of “teaching” Alexia has involved letting her try out your camera a few times and then almost kissing her during your impromptu photoshoot last night. Alexia’s flattery to charm your dad is an exaggeration, but it’s working.

“I wish I could say she got her artistic talent from me but I’m colourblind,” he jokes. “Maybe you could teach her a few things with a football in return. I tried to encourage her to play when she was younger but she was an uncoordinated little thing.”

“Okay, Papi,” you interject. “That’s enough. Don’t embarrass me. Do you want something to eat before the game starts?”

“Yes, that sounds nice.”

You glance at Alexia, who meets your gaze with an amused glint in her eyes, before she turns back to your dad and says, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You quickly steer your dad away before you regret introducing him to Alexia, and attempt to distract him with the food provided for the guests. Luckily for you, your dad is a simple man to please and he’s soon forgotten all about trying to embarrass you.

Alexia has invited a few of the other players too and you seek out Mapi as soon as you possibly can, once you’ve left your dad alone with a beer and a plate of food.

“I nearly kissed her last night,” you admit to Mapi, in a hushed voice, unable to keep the secret any longer.

“Who?”

“Ingrid,” you reply sarcastically, causing Mapi to roll her eyes at you. “No, who do you think? Alexia.”

“And why didn’t you?” Mapi asks.

“I don’t know,” you confess. “Gay panic?”

Mapi smiles and shakes her head, and you could swear that you can feel the judgement radiating off her.

“I thought this is what you wanted.”

“It is, I think,” you say. “But I don’t know what she wants. Maybe she only wants to hook up again.”

“Have you talked to her about this?” Mapi asks, arching an eyebrow.

“I can’t just…”

“Why not?” Mapi demands, as if talking about your feelings is the easiest thing in the world. “Listen, I know Alexia very well and the best thing you can do is just be honest with her. If she doesn’t want to be with you I promise she’s not going to make it weird. Just tell her you’re sorry for being an idiot and that you want to kiss her.”

“What, now?” you ask, glancing across to where Alexia stands talking to somebody who you recognise instantly from Ibiza as her younger sister.

“Oh my god, you’re useless,” Mapi groans. “I can’t tell you everything. But if you want to confess your eternal love in front of her entire family, your dad, and half of her teammates, be my guest.”

Sensing the sarcasm dripping off Mapi’s voice, you hum and say, “Right. I’ll wait for a better time.”

“Thank you, by the way,” Mapi says.

You frown in confusion and ask, “What for?”

“There’s been an uncharacteristic lack of drama at this club recently, but this? This is feeding me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

———

When the game starts, you watch it from the seating area just outside the suite. You’ve got your dad on one side and a few of the players on the other, but it’s Alexia, sitting a few seats to the right in the row in front with some of her family, that has your attention more than the football playing out on the pitch below.

You want to talk to her, to erase last night’s mistake by apologising for your panic, but Mapi is right that it’s not a good time.

But you watch Alexia, the passion that she shows on the pitch seeping out as she cheers for the team she loves. She’s out of her seat every time Barcelona get close to the goal, bellowing instructions to the players like she’s a coach on the sidelines not a fan in the stands, and when Barcelona finally go a goal ahead just before half time, she’s on her feet and embracing her sister in celebration immediately.

At half time, you head back into the hospitality suite with your dad.

“Alexia is nice,” he comments. “I wondered if she’d be all ego but she seems very normal.”

“All the players are great,” you say, trying to divert his attention away from Alexia.

Unsuccessfully.

“Is she single?” he asks.

“Papi!” you scold him.

“What?” he has the audacity to ask, as if he doesn’t know the problem with what he’s just asked.

“I work with her,” you point out, though your mind immediately wanders back to last night. What if you’d kissed her? What if you hadn’t run away?

“Sorry,” your dad apologises. “You can’t blame me for asking though. I just want to see you happy. And who wouldn’t want a daughter-in-law who can get them free tickets to Camp Nou?”

“Stop it,” you warn him again. “This isn’t an appropriate conversation to have at all, but especially not here.”

“Sorry,” he says again. “I’m going to find the bathroom.”

Your dad leaves, much to your relief, but the relief is short-lived because somebody else comes to stand beside you.

“She is,” they say.

You turn your head to find that the voice belongs to Alexia’s sister, Alba. The first and only other time you’ve met her was in Ibiza, and you were far more interested in getting off with her sister than getting to know her, which is why it surprises you that she wants to talk now.

“What?” you ask, confused.

“Alexia,” Alba elaborates. “She’s single, just in case you were wondering.”

Your cheeks burn red with embarrassment as you realise she must have overheard every word of the conversation you had with your dad a minute ago. But if she heard him asking if Alexia was single, then she must also have heard your insistence on keeping things professional.

“That’s all in the past,” you insist. “We work together. Nothing more.”

“Then we can agree that I know Alexia better than you?” Alba asks.

You nod cautiously, fully aware that you’re probably nodding yourself into a trap.

“Alexia and I are really close,” Alba continues. “She tells me everything. But she didn’t tell me that she’d seen you again at all, let alone that she sees you every day. You can read into that.”

“That she doesn’t care?” you ask with a shrug.

“Or that she does and she knew I’d make a big deal out of it so she kept it from me to avoid that stress while she figures out how she feels. Who knows what goes on in her mind? She’s an overthinker. It’s one of the things that makes her so good at football but useless when it comes to things like this.”

“Funny,” you say, shaking your head, “I’ve been called useless tonight too.”

“Mapi?” Alba asks, arching an amused eyebrow and you nod. “Well at least you know you’ve got one thing in common with Alexia. Listen, I shouldn’t be saying this but you left quite an impression on Alexia in Ibiza.”

“So much of an impression that she forgot who I was?”

Alba grimaces and says, “Okay, I agree, that was bad. But she was hung up on you for a couple of weeks after we got back.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Just talk to her,” Alba says, starting to back away as she nods at something behind you, and you turn to see Alexia approaching.

“What are you talking to my sister about?” Alexia asks, once Alba has moved out of earshot, leaving you alone with the one person you don’t trust yourself to be alone with.

“The match,” you lie.

You can tell Alexia doesn’t believe you, but you’re grateful she doesn’t push it. Remembering Alba’s comment about telling each other everything, maybe Alexia hopes she can get the truth out of her sister later.

“Alba recognised you right away,” Alexia tells you. “The second she saw you, she said “Isn’t that the hot one you slept with in Ibiza?” In front of my mami too. Talk about embarrassing.”

“Not quite as embarrassing as the fact your sister recognised me after five years and you didn’t,” you say, unable to stop yourself from teasing her.

The air is tense between you. You know you probably need to say something about last night, anything to try and put things back to normal, but you’ve never been good at difficult conversations. That much was proven last night when you chose to run away instead of staying to talk about your feelings.

One thing you can do, however, is humour, which is why you nudge Alexia, anything to try to cut through the tension, and ask, “So, your sister thinks I’m hot?”

“Stop it,” Alexia says, swatting your arm and pouting, before she mumbles, “I thought I was your type, not her.”

“Ah, so you do remember,” you say, grinning at the memory of your first ever conversation with Alexia at the beach party in Ibiza. You wonder how different your life would have ended up being if it had been Alba who approached you that day instead of Alexia.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance.” You laugh and shake your head, before adding as an afterthought. “You are my type, by the way.”

Alexia winces and your stomach drops, worried that you’ve said the wrong thing.

“What?”

“About last night…” Alexia starts.

It’s the conversation you both really need to have, but you’re punished for procrastinating and not having it earlier as Mapi calls out to interrupt your conversation.

“Come on Alexia, the match is about to… oh.” Mapi trails off as she sees the two of you standing together alone, and her eyes widen as she realises that she’s probably interrupting something important. “Sorry. Carry on.”

Through the open door leading back out to your seats, you can hear the rest of Camp Nou erupt into cheers and you assume that the players must be returning to the pitch for the second half.

This conversation will have to wait.

“Can we talk?” you plead with Alexia. “Later - after the match - or another time soon?”

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Alexia asks.

“Nothing.”

“How about we go for lunch?” she suggests. “We can talk then.”

“Sounds good.”

“I’ll text you later,” Alexia says, and you realise the conversation is over for now as she makes her way back outside for the second half. You follow her out, ignoring Mapi’s searching gaze as you squeeze past her to get back to your seat beside your dad.

For the rest of the match, your mind is far from football.

[daylite-writes]

arlecchino and any character you want with a pretty mermaid/fairy s/o to show off

“Falling Tides” — Yandere!Alrlechinno x Mermaid!Reader

After an incident with Fontaine’s mechanical fishing boats, you are left to rely on humans to help you heal. Unfortunately, all of them don’t have good intentions.

cw: drugging, implied kidnapping, drowning (kinda? Reader has gills but is held underwater against her will for a sec),

~~~

“The beauty of my homeland can never be overstated, but darling, you must be the pinnacle of it all…” She said, stepping forward to lift your chin with the tips of her claws. The strange woman smiled as you said nothing, pulling away to pace the edge of your… pool? Tank?

You’d been there a few days, slowly healing ever since your bloody encounter with Fontaine’s overly mechanical fishing boats. It had almost ground your tale to its bones. Luckily, the workers saw you struggling against the machine and pulled you free before more than a few long bloody scrapes across your tail and a couple dozen scales lost.

“Hello…?” you croaked out, trying to speak the difficult human language. It was always easier to listen than to speak it.

“Hello.” She smiled down at you, towering over you from where you swam in the pool.

“Here to help?” You asked, not quite knowing how to ask if she was one of the doctors or not.

“I suppose.”

So she was! Victoriously, you grinned, shark teeth flashing. “I'm going home soon?”

“Ah,” she grinned, coming down to kneel at the edge of the water, you swam up to her with little fear, meeting her face to face. Her eyes seemed to twinkle. “You must believe me to be one of the little doctors helping you recover. You are lucky mer are a species favored by the archon, otherwise you’d be left to the elements. Or to be ground up by their machines.”

The wistful sigh as she reached out to hold a lock of your hair confused you. “Not here to help?”

“No. Oh goodness no.” She shook her head, laughing slightly. “I just came to see you. Even as a little girl I dreamt of mermaids. So ethereal. So perfect.”

Her hands, clawed at the tip, reached out slowly to glide over the ends of your hair.

“I’d love to hear you sing, darling.”

With your limited understanding of human language, you couldn’t quite understand everything she said, but one word stood out. One you knew well. Sing.

“You want a song?” So that’s why she was here. Mer were no strangers to humans seeking them out to listen to their voice.

“Desperately.” She said, her voice breathy and low, eyes trained on you and only you.

“What song?”

“Anything. Anything so long as it comes from you.”

You nodded, before taking a deep breath.

The song was an echoing melody bare of any words, instead made up of flowing stretches of songs and whistles, like the whales that one roamed the land.

She gave a soft sigh.

When the song ended, you realized you had unconsciously closed your eyes, a common habit of yours. When you opened them though, you almost wish you hadn’t.

The woman looked ecstatic. No. Obsessed. Eyes wide, breath labored. Her face morphed into a grin. “Amazing. You’re simply amazing.”

She stood up, eyes still trained intensely on yours.

“Breathtaking.” She turned her head to the side, eyes locking onto something you couldn’t see. “Do it.”

Something clicked, and the water in your tank turned warm as the pipes released a dark, inky liquid into the water.

Alarmed, you looked around you with wide eyes. What was happening?

“Oh, I suppose I haven’t introduced myself. I am Arlecchino. You will know me well soon enough.”

You spun around to look up at her. She looked almost pleased. Didn’t she understand you were in danger?

“H-help!” You stuttered out, using your arms to hold onto the edge of the tank to lift your torso above the contaminated water.

“Unfortunately.” The clack of her shoes signaled her approach, but you didn’t dare look away from the rapidly darkening waters beneath you. “That is not what’s about to happen.”

She pushed you away from the edge, straight into the water. It tasted sweet and sticky in your lungs and gills.

She was a predator, not a friend, you realized then. You pulled back, turning away and diving into the deep end of your tank. You’d rather be in the contaminated tank than with her. Your voice was loud and clear even from under several feet of water. “Leave!”

“Oh hush.” Arlecchino said, pacing the edge of your tank. “It’s hardly dangerous.”

You blinked, slow. Heavy labored breaths brought the contaminant into your bloodstream quickly.

With your head pulsing and your vision swaying, it was no surprise you didn’t realize she entered your pool. You were far too busy trying to keep yourself away.

The ink in the water, that must be it. Deciding to take your chance with the woman above instead of the drugged water below, you made a move for the surface.

You didn’t make it. Strong arms wrapped around your torso, then a hand came up to hold your head still by the hair.

You thrashed, but Arlecchino held you under, your panic forcing you to breathe the sticky sweet flavor the water had taken on. If you were any less panicked, you’d have noticed the way one of her hands shifted to stroke down your ribs, sharp nails tracking the fluttering of your breath. Until all at once, your fighting stopped, and you laid limp in her arms.

The last thing you saw before floating away was a Cheshire grin as she finally, finally, lifted you free from the water.

~~~

an: sorry if.this took so long and isn’t quite what was asked for! I don’t often do stuff established relationships. Also just stuck to Arlechinno because I don’t have the brain juice to do two. Hope it was enjoyable though!

[delicrieux]

𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫, 5. year one: early september, 1972

pairing for this chapter—f!lestrange!reader x regulus black warnings for this chapter—none word count—1.9k

the woes of the first week.

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 “how is she?” you inquire.

evan remains quiet for a few moments, the very picture of misery. sad eyes pour down the letter held between steady fingers, toast and marmalade untouched by his elbow. he had read it trice and still remains unsatisfied. if you weren’t as tired, you’d snatch it out his hands to inspect it yourself. unfortunately, both of you seem to have been tormented by a sleepless night.

“completely bedridden,” he surmises. there’s a pinch between his brows that will become routine when he’ll be faced with something inconsiderate. you know upon notice, and it feels as though you always knew, “from a common cold.”

hardly a novelty, “hope she gets better soon,” she never does, and anyone but evan would scoff at the words. you wonder if he ever tires of hearing them. a porcelain cup between your palms warms you – black tea and balmy fumes against your skin, “how’d she catch it, anyway?”

“exploring the garden,”

“thought she wasn’t allowed to do that.”

“you’ve met pandora,” he grumbles, folding the letter neatly before hiding it inside the inner lapels of his cloak. close to the heart, where all important things should remain, “a rambunctious child,” he says, as if he isn’t one. the miasma of his father’s perfume doesn’t enfold him. he seems particularly young in the pale morning light, “don’t think she realises the consequences.”

no, surely she does not. sickly and dream-like, pandora rosier speaks little and feels too much. the sight of a butterfly’s torn wing had distraught her so horribly that she fell comatose for a week before she awoke mid-winter with a terrible headache and no recollection of the occurrence. mrs rosier had forbid anyone to speak of it, and pandora was no longer allowed to play in the manor’s garden without an escort. every space needed to be scrubbed and tailored before she was to step foot in it.

not that it helped much. once, pandora told you that she saw mirages in the dancing dust. you thought her terribly stupid and suggested to play dolls instead.

“how will she fare, i wonder,” you think yourself sounding very diplomatic, like mrs rosier when she masked worry with a pinched lip and a slight raise of a brow. your weathered gaze sweeps the sleepy gaggle of children seeking breakfast in the great hall. today, it is much less impressive than the night of the sorting, “hogwarts is hardly up to standards.”

truly, headless ghosts and moving armours, twisting staircases and wailing portraits, not to mention the great expanse of rolling hills and the murky depths of the black lake, still as glass against the trees when you peeked at it this morning. you imagine pandora would faint at the sight of a ripple, or burst into tears upon a still portraits sudden, uncanny movement.

evan must have considered this for far longer than you have. he shrugs. either he doesn’t want to say or he doesn’t want to speak of this further. both fit you fine, for your interest in young pandora goes as far as politeness wills it.

“where’s regulus?” he switches topic idly, pouring some milk into a steaming cup that appeared by his right hand no sooner than he moved it.

“how should i know,” perhaps a tone too petulant for such an offhanded comment, “sleeping, probably.”

he tuts, “surprised you’re awake.”

“i'm very diligent and studious,” you remark, which only earns a quiet chortle. a year ago you would have smacked him. perhaps you haven’t changed so much, because he nurses his shoulder with a glare pointed in your direction, “don’t pout, you look like a pug.”

whatever else he was going to mumble is lost under the threat of more violence. perhaps he has no fight in him. it is very early. you would say you awoke at sunrise, watching it gleam through the water and onto the cold tiles of the slytherin common room. but that would be a lie. you hardly slept at all.

there was no clear reason for it, not that you could name. a restless uneasy spiked once you laid your head down on the cool pillow. your eyes didn’t close, even when they grew heavy from each slow blink. they got used to the dark. you could outline the faint silver embroidery of the curtain around your bed. hear matilda’s hushed breaths and marzy’s quiet snore. the overhead gurgle of pipes. the groan of old wooden structures as you moved, and the rustle of linen sheets. all these sights and sounds distracted you. you kept thinking, but it was too fragmented to understand. at once there was the pungent burn of a record and melted lemon fudge on your tongue.

you wished, for a moment, to find regulus, though you were unsure of what you would do once you located him, nor why you wanted it in the first place. this thought soon warped into a bitter ache because he hadn’t searched you out first. he should know, of course, when you’re unhappy, and he should do something instead of sleeping soundly as if to mock you.

“have you spoken to slughorn?” evan pulls you out of your musings. like a true gentleman, he keeps his elbows off the table and speaks only when he’s done chewing.

“he invited regulus and i for tea and biscuits,” you recall. evan hums in agreement.

“i've got tea with him today. with barty.”

“matilda and marzipan are scheduled for tomorrow, i think,” you say, “curious what to expect?”

“i assume praises about our good blood and magical potential?” he raises a brow with a sideways glance.

you smile, “it’s not so horrid. you can tune him out after the first ten minutes, he hardly says anything worthwhile after.”

the head of your house, the esteemed potion and poison pioneer and rigorous socialite, horace slughorn, is a well-known figure to you outside of the classroom. an invitation is always extended to him during particularly big socials, and he’s always delighted smarmy around the upper echelon of the wizarding world. while his focus then was mostly directed at figures such as your father and others of equal importance, he always gave you a caramel toffee once you were instructed to say hello.

now, of course, you are very much important, a star jewel in his collection of significant children, and he extended his summons to you and regulus personally, and wanted just the two of you alone. you suppose slughorn split you all into pairs so he wouldn’t run out of compliments. you adore being adored, though his praises had felt a tad shallow, and the tea too sweet.

“when’s it, anyway?”

“after dinner,” evan sighs; more students pile into the hall.

“don’t sound all that enthusiastic.”

“can you blame me?”

you make a face, stuck somewhere between scrutiny and pity. no, you can’t really blame him, but that doesn’t mean you shan’t.

thankfully, the conversation melts to silence as you spot a disgruntled and sleepy bartimus and a much more composed regulus. they enter together, seemingly engrossed in a hushed conversation that doesn’t bode well for either, but they lighten up marginally when they see you and evan, pristine even in these unforgiving hours.

“blimey,” barty all of throws himself into a nearby seat, and the table sprouts a hearty breakfast to feed the insatiable crouch stomach, “this toad,” he points with his thumb at regulus, who, still adoring a slight frown, takes a seat beside you. naturally. barty will likely tease him once he’s done cowing over his woes, “woke me at the crack of dawn, moaning about how we’ll be late. we’ve got history of magic, for merlin’s sake. coulda slept in fine and missed zilch.”

“tragic.” is all evan says.

“did you get here early?” regulus greets instead of a good morning. he seems a tad weary, but is, overall, managing quite better than either you or your sombre seatmate. he leans a little, and you lean back, to catch evan’s gaze, “thought i heard the door opening.”

“clearly,” seems rosier’s potency for polite conversation has gone down drastically since your chat. perhaps he’s grown bored, or more tired, or is simply fed up at the sight of barty scarfing down his meal, “you know no one’s gonna take it from you.”

“i'll take from you, though,” barty says, pilfering some toast from evan’s plate.

“did you get a chance to visit the library?” regulus asks, once again, evan.

“shall we switch seats?” you inquire pointedly.

regulus spares you a glance, “i'm fine here.”

if you could roll your eyes more they’d lodge into the back of your skull. the morning is saved, however, by marzy and matilda entering with their arms linked. you spring up, grabbing at your book bag, much to the startle of the boys.

“leaving us for girls?” barty accuses.

“i’m a girl,” you huff, greatly insulted by such a statement, “and i'd much rather enjoy my breakfast with pretty company instead of this sorry sort,” before you can so much as make it a few steps, regulus pipes up.

“will you sit with me at history?”

you frown, “absolutely not!”

you do. and what is worse, you are dragged into the front row. barty and evan sit in the back, no doubt by the former’s request – easier to sleep, or cheat, out of the professor’s peripheries. marzy and matilda sit somewhere in the middle, and the rest of the company is largely unfamiliar to you – some pale-faced ravenclaws and still sleepy hufflepuffs, a few gryffindors with an abundance of school supplies taking everything out with as much volume as expected. this year’s crop of first years is, overall, quite small.

regulus takes out his quills and parchment. hogwarts: a history lays under the sunrays as you stare, willing it to catch on fire. what a feat that’d be, wandless magic on your first week with only a few simple charms under your belt. perhaps you’d be so revelled that the faculty would let you skip this course entirely. no such luck.

regulus nudges you with his elbow, feeling particularly pesky today. you don’t react, opting for scribbling the date on the top of your yellowed paper. he gives you a few moments before he does so again. you write your name. hear him sigh. good, he should feel bad for what he’s done.

“are you angry with me?” he asks quietly, minding the loud conversation just behind you, “i'm not sure what i’ve done to upset you.”

in all fairness, you’re not quite sure, either. the complexities of your mind have yet to be sorted into the words familiar to you. all that you do know is that everything here feels strange, and if you knew the term for it, perhaps it would be called homesickness.

not that you’d ever tell him. regulus changes a bit if front of evan and barty, but such was always the case, only never so apparent. perhaps you have been grieving this difference since you got here. that things will change, and that they are changing, and that you’re changing, as well. you feel as though you should be spared such a premonition. you’re too young to be so self-aware.

“it’s nothing,” you decide to forgive him for his mishaps. he is just a boy. your stupid regulus. your offering of peace is a smile. momentarily, he seems struck by it, looking at you even when you turn back to your parchment and the quirk of your lips melts into a placid line.

somewhere, a thread is weaved.

[highpriestessaset]

Pick an image: allow your intuition to guide you in your selection.

IMAGE 1:

BEG- This is a time to focus on overcoming your fears. Your mind can be your greatest ally or your worst enemy. It may be worth asking yourself, “what’s the worst that can happen”, and go from there. The High Priestess sees the past, present, and future. Try expanding your view to be open to possibilities you haven’t yet considered. Recovery is on your side.

MID- You may have some emotional upset about a loss you may be experiencing but again, recovery is on your side. When one door closes, another door opens. On this part of your journey, you will find happiness that your new beginning is exactly where you need to be.

END- At this point in your journey, you may be called to step into more of a leadership/independent role. You may be feeling more deserving and start to cultivate new standards for who or what is worth your time. Your time is valuable- always.

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IMAGE 2:

BEG- At this time, you are extremely intuitive. You may be getting signs or gut feelings about what direction to go or decision to make. See this as guidance in alignment with your desires and purpose. Any rejection you may experience is only to steer you in the right direction, see it as a blessing. Divine timing is on your side, be sure to practice patience in the meantime.

MID- If you are considering cutting ties from something, this may be in your best interest. This can be a person/people or thoughts that are keeping you from trusting yourself. I feel that whatever you may need to cut ties from is something that makes you feel stuck or limited. I see a change being made that can bring more balance into your life. Your voice is powerful.

END- For some, I see a separation or “falling out” between people. The communication has mutually stopped or is not returned by the other.

For all, this is a period of change to adapt to a new life. Cancel out the noise of outside sources so that you can truly hear your own voice. What do you need? What is best for you? Have you been expressing yourself or holding back? Why? At this time, “be cool as a cucumber”- practice calmness and patiently observing your inner senses.

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IMAGE 3:

BEG- At this time, you may be learning more about the gifts of nature. I see someone who is stepping away from drama and focusing on how they can be rejuvenated by the sun, moon, or the earth. Partying or gatherings may become less appealing to you. You might have different interests in shows, make changes to your diet, start drinking less, or spending more time outside. Ultimately, expect changes to your life style that brings you fulfillment and healing through nature.

MID- On this part of your journey, you may be falling down a rabbit hole of knowledge. Go at your own pace! Be warned that your journey is yours, not everyone will be able to understand it or come with you. Simply lead by example, others will be ready on their own time.

For some: I see vegetarianism or veganism being apart of your journey. Get as much information as you can and then, always try it for yourself. Worry less about labels/“do’s and don’ts” and more about how it makes YOUR body feel.

END- You are an agent of change. You model empathy, compassion, and forgiveness. Although, it may be difficult to do, people are observing you whether you know it or not. Practicing these things lets others know that finding peace is possible. Strive to be the best you through the hurt of loss and uncertainty. Whoever or whatever you have lost brings room for gains- new people, places, and opportunities. The more you seek out your true self, the easier it is for those things to find you.

*Readings are for entertainment purposes only.*

-//Blessings 🌺

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Athena, Ra, and Demeter

Got bich slap by god killer in their human form and give them order of an almost impossible task for something they did that didn't go unpunished from their cowerdness

-During your many months in Valhalla, you haven’t had many issues with the various gods and humans you’ve come to meet, and you’ve realized the tenacity of the humans, something they’ve learned themselves, fighting against the gods.

-Everyone was respectful of you, as, rightfully earned, many were afraid of you when you first arrived back, you could end all of them on whim with just a snap of your fingers, but they did a good job keeping you placated.

-Those few idiotic fools who tried to challenge you learned very quickly that you were legit, but to be fair, Zeus and Odin did warn all of them, humans and gods alike, so it was their own fault.

-You were walking around in your human form, wearing the chiton Leonidas had given to you, since you couldn’t walk around naked in your human form, unlike your cat-like form where you could be free as you normally were, enjoying the pleasant weather in the Greek pantheon, which is where you normally hung out.

-Your journey was paused when you heard crying, the crying of a child and you immediately went to investigate and what you found made your void writhe with fury.

-There was a group of children, four to be exact, whom you enjoyed spending time with, mainly because they were innocent and would often make you flower crowns, either for your human form or cat form.

-There were new flower crowns, now destroyed, around them, all of them crying over their hard work being lost, but the culprits of who dared to do something so cruel, were three gods, two from the Greek pantheon, Athena and Demeter, and one from the Egyptian, Ra.

-From what you gathered, the children had been running, seeking you out to give you their new gifts, and unfortunately ran, literally, into these three gods, who punished these children for their ‘disrespect’.

-You approached, your hair swirling around you as your power seemed to make the earth tremble around you, “Why are these children crying?” the kids gasped, hearing your voice and immediately ran for you, crying, hugging you around your knees, holding the end of your chiton.

-Athena glared down at you, “Who do you think you are speaking to us like that?” your eyelid twitched lightly as they didn’t seem to realize who you were as Demeter folded her arms across her chest, “You’re but a child yourself- don’t argue with us!”

-Your power flared more, the world shaking as your hair seemed to rise around you, creating a halo of darkness and you heard Zeus in the distance, “Oh no!!”

-You immediately darted forward and sent all three of these gods spinning with a bitch slap each, the sound was heard even in the farthest pantheons in Valhalla, knocking them to the ground.

-Ra was immediately standing, holding his cheek, “HOW DARE YOU?!”

-The three gods were fuming and instantly standing, screaming at you before Zeus, in his bulky form, leapt in front of you, defending you, which shocked the three gods, Demeter demanding to know the meaning of him protecting you.

-Zeus immediately shrunk down and turned, sweating heavily as he bowed his head to you, “Please forgive them Y/N!” they all turned white, instantly paling, as they didn’t recognize you because they never seen you out of your cat form before.

-They were quickly groveling to you, begging for your forgiveness, but your rage was not so easily calmed as you motioned to the children, “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to- they ran into you, on accident, and you attacked them- destroying the thing that brings them joy!”

-Zeus swallowed, standing next to the side with the children, watching in awe as he had never seen you so angry before as they quickly swallowed their pride and apologized to the children, begging for their forgiveness.

-The children forgave them, but you gave them an intimidating warning, “Mind yourselves, you never know who will be watching.” Now that they knew you could change your form at will, they had to be careful.

-You turned to Zeus who nodded, ushering the children over to you, “I’ll be sure to educate them on how to be a proper god.” You gave him a small nod and they couldn’t argue with Zeus, as he had been telling all gods for months now to be true gods, not abusing their position and power, and they all knew you wouldn’t give them another chance.

-The children took your hands, pulling you back to the flower fields to make new flower crowns, even better ones this time!!

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Happy Almost Birthday!!! dialogue prompt #41 for Platonic Stobin please and thank you :)))

@spectrum-spectre aaah thank you!! also it feels right to start this event with an ask from you, your reblogs always make me smile. also this one is absolutely not where I expected it to go. (you can find the request game here)

Robin walked into the doorway of their apartment, only to find Steve staring off into the distance with a CD case gripped in his hand.

She felt something drop in her stomach. Sure, Steve wasn’t a man of many words, but the utter silence when she entered the door was damning. Steve never failed to greet her, even on his bad days.

“What’s wrong?” Robin demanded, getting on to the floor besides Steve, resting on her knees.

Steve turned and gave her a watery smile, “I like that.”

“Like what?”

“That you just know.”

Robin hummed in agreement; if anyone else were around, she would wave it off as being friends for years. That living with someone allowed you to pick up on their signals. She knew that was not true, though. That Steve and her had always been connected. Even when they didn’t like each other, there was an understanding between them. The years between them now made it stronger, sure, but to her, Robin and Steve were always meant to be Robin&Steve.

“He came out with the new album.”

Oh. Robin thought, that’s what this was about. That funny feeling only got worse with his words. It settled into something more solid, something more like dread.

Robin knew what she said next would be crucial. Most would want her to bash the album instantly. Any ex-boyfriend should be immediate trash, no matter the talent. But Robin knew Steve, so instead, she asked,

“Any good?”

Steve huffed, “Stupid good.”

“That make you angry? That he’s doing good even without you?” Robin took his hand and rubbed circles with her fingers.

“No, I’m not angry, and I don’t think he’s doing good. Kinda worried, actually. It’s just… it’s just track 7, is well—“ Steve cut himself off to rub his eye with his free hand. The motion pushed his glasses up and down his nose.

Robin took her friend in. The years had been stupidly kind to Steve. Sure, he was only 28, but fighting another dimension should age a guy. His scars only made him rugged instead of old. Robin hated him at times because of it, even told him so. But then, Steve would say something dorky, and kind, and would make her ego inflate way too much and—

Yea she loved her strange little dude.

“What’s on track 7?”

Steve cleared his throat, “You haven’t listened to the album have you?”

Robin, despite the tension in the air, can’t help but roll her eyes, “Oh that’s what ticked you off? Not me asking how the album was?”

Steve snorted as he leaned forward to click seek and landed on track 7 before he hit play.

Robin wasn’t prepared.

Track 7: My Reflection is You

In the depths of darkness,

where love once thrived,

A burning passion left,

but a coldness revived.

Our once forged bond,

now a shattered mirror,

Reflecting the pain,

as we stand here unclear

Torn apart,

like lightning splitting the sky,

Our hearts collide,

leaving scars we can't deny.

With every shattered piece,

a painful memory,

We fight to find solace,

a fleeting remedy.

“Jesus Christ.” Robin found herself saying interrupting the song. The irony wasn’t lost on her; that phrase she used was ingrained into her by the very man singing the lyrics.

Robin looked at Steve, and could see the pain he held in his body. How he ached to change things. The lyrics continued to play as she waited for Steve to speak.

Shattered silence,

shattered dreams,

Torn apart, it seems.

Steve leaned forward and paused the cd, “I guess I just always thought when someone wrote a song about me, it would be romantic. Not this.”

Robin didn’t have much to say. She leaned her head against his shoulder, "I know, babe. You deserve better.”

A sob escaped. Steve was suddenly buried in the crook of her neck, and Robin didn’t say a word, just held him as he cried it out. She didn’t shush Steve, or distract him. He needed this.

Robin, some days thought about yelling at Eddie Munson. This song, though, made her want to commit murder. Torture even. With her experiences, that wasn’t something she said lightly. But with Steve there, as he sobbed in her arms, she doesn’t even question the idea of stabbing a man she once considered a best friend.

But he would never be a soulmate. He would never be Steve. And for making Steve cry he deserved death.

Robin wouldn’t actually do it, though, because it would be more for her in the end. It wasn’t what Steve needed.

Steve’s sobs settled and he pulled back. “Sorry, Robbie.”

“What are you sorry for?”

Steve shrugged, “Don’t know. Just feel like I should be.”

“Well don’t. You did nothing wrong, okay?”

Steve nodded slowly, “Okay.”

“Now,” Robin sighed, “Do you want to rant about it or do you want me to tell you what I think?”

It was Steve’s turn to look at her. Robin wasn’t sure what he saw as he silently gazed at her, but she could tell something had settled in him. “Tell me what you think.”

Robin took a deep breath, “I think that the Upside Down fucked us all up in ways that we can’t even count.”

Steve grunted, but let her continue.

“But also think that as time passed, we all made lives for ourselves. Some of us with each other, like you and Eddie, or Lucas and Max. Some needed distance, like Mike. But we all became these things outside of the trauma, but we couldn’t exactly escape said trauma. So we all had our ways of coping. Me, throwing myself into academics, you with overexercising—don’t give me that look; I’m sure we can unpack that another time—but for Eddie, he made this wonderful life with you, and outside of you. Got big, and got a record deal. But he still had that trauma. So add famous rockstar plus unhealed trauma, and it usually equates to partying and addiction.”

“Where are you going with this robs?” Steve scrunched his eyebrows.

“I have a point, I promise. He loved you, and two things are usually offered to these rockstars: sex and drugs. And God—that boy loved you. Would never think about cheating, so I think he got it into his head that drugs were the solution. Maybe he got into his head that it would help him, or cure him. I’m not sure, who knows what goes on in Munson’s head.”

Steve giggled. Robin can’t help but feel she’d done something right. “It doesn’t matter why he did it, though. It doesn’t matter how much he loved you. Because you tried. You tried to make it work. You tried to get him to accept help. You tried to put up with the long nights, and the I’m sorry’s and the ER scares. It reached the point where, even though I love you both, I couldn’t stand to see the ghost of the person you had become. So you gave him a choice, to get sober or lose you, and he chose wrong. Not because he didn’t love you, not because you’re the problem, but because Eddie Munson doesn’t know a good decision if stared him in the face.”

Steve pushed his head against Robin’s “So you don’t think I made a dumb decision, that I deserve this?”

Robin held his face in her hands, “No, babe. In fact, I actually want to murder him for violating your trust and exposing you raw like this. Like how the fuck does he get to sing about heartbreak and make money off of something he could of fix. The only reason I’m not busting down his door right now is because of you.”

“I’m not exactly stopping you Robbie.”

“No, sweet Stevie, but I, unfortunately, know the inevitable truth. That you guys are going to end up together, he’s got a lot of work to do, and I get to at least punch him twice at unexpected times, but I know you both. I think that you guys are a force impossible to separate, always finding your way back to each other. Kinda like us.”

There’s a watery mist built up in Steve’s eyes, “No Robs. Nothing can be like us. Not even Eddie.”

Robin tried to hold back her sob, “Yea, okay. Nothing can beat us; I promise you that. But either way, I do know this: You, Steve Harrington, deserve the world, and one day that man is going to give it to you. But for now, we’re going to cry about what a piece of selfish shit he is, and how I get to record him groveling when he inevitably realizes what an asswipe he was.”

Steve settled back into her side, “So, no killing him? Only trash talking?”

“I feel it’s only right we at least do that. Maybe hold off on our first actual murder charge.” Robin nodded.

“Maybe you shouldn’t hear the next lyric.” Steve moved to grab the cd out of the player, but Robin stopped him, reached across Steve, and hit play.

A love once pure,

now turned to rust,

Betrayal's sting

now we're in disgust,

Echoes of laughter

that haunt my mind,

In faded memories,

I'm left behind.

Robin was silent.

Steve put a hand on her shoulder, “Robin? Babe?”

Robin turned to Steve very slowly, as the weight of everything came over her. This was her best friend, her soulmate. How dare someone blame him for wanting to actually heal, how dare that little weas—

“Robs?” Steve spoke softly. “You okay?”

“What? Oh yea. I’m just going to need your bat. I’ve changed my mind on that murder charge.”

And although she was serious, Robin couldn’t help the smile that cracked on her face when she heard Steve’s laughter echo through the apartment.

***

sorry I know this hurt a lil bit, I can’t believe I wrote purely angst. I hope even if this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, you liked it. Thanks for all the laughs and love.

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[sun-roach]

<Why don’t you take your bucket off, Fox? We are here to drink.>

Bly.

How long has it been? It must be over a year now. Seeing him…

Fox hadn’t expected Bly to contact him, especially not for a night out at 79's.

All this time there was nothing but silence from his little brother. Messages were never answered or simply forgotten.

At one point Fox had given up to reach him. Or anyone else of his batch.

He had told himself over and over again the reports of his brothers would be enough for him.

It is for the best.

Now Ponds is dead.

He will never see his brother again. Never see his gentle smile again or hear his complaints about them all being di'kuts.

The hole Ponds has left in his heart, is filled with grief, fear and sorrow. There are no words that could describe how much he misses him.

Guilt still has it’s hands around his cold, hollow heart, pulling on his heartstrings, whenever he thinks about his lost vod'ika.

The Corrie commander doesn’t want to repeat his mistake. He doesn’t want to let his batch go. He wants to see them. Listen to them. Just be with them again.

Yet Fox knows that he will never be close with them again. The things that had happened, the things he had done and will do… They are all unforgivable.

Bly's frown takes him out of his mind, reminding that his brother had spoken to him.

Take your bucket off.

He won’t. He can’t. No one should see his horrendous face ever again.

Fox slightly tilts his head and crosses his arms in front of his chest. A defense mechanism he had picked up during his years as a cadet on Kamino.

<I can’t. Regulations.>

The short answer doesn’t seem to sit well with the younger marshal commander. Brown eyes fill with concern and something Fox can only describe as distrust.

It shouldn’t hurt this much.

He understands why his brother would lose his trust in him. The Coruscant Guards are viewed as arrogant, lucky beings, sitting all day doing nothing but reading reports or walking around, helping those Senators, who decide about the war and their lives. And Fox is the head of the Corries. He is the worst. Which is probably the only truth of it all.

<Fox. You are off duty. Come on. Take it off. I haven’t seen you for so long. I missed you, Ori'vod.>

Ori'vod

Ori’vod

Ori'-…vod

-…vod

Fox blinks. Big brown, teary eyes stare up at him. Tiny hands clench around his arm, seeking comfort.

It’s so bright. So blurry.

Why is he here? Why is he back on Kamino?

The curly haired commander blinks again. His blacks suddenly feel wet around his shoulders. A head lies against him.

Alarmed and out of reflex Fox stretches his hand out to hold the boy against him tighter.

The boy?

Fox ignores the rumble in his head. Ignores the cold embracing him.

Shadows dance around the corners of his bloodshed eyes, mocking him.

He ignores it. There is something more important right next to him.

<I am too weak… They are all right. I am a crybaby.>

Fox's heart stutters. Air leaves his lungs as if someone had punched him. His arms wrap tighter around the kid, hands patting his back to ground him.

<You are not. Bly. You are not. You are strong and smart. I know you. You can trust me when I say you will be one of the best of us.>

Soothing little whispers escape his lips. It takes a while for little Bly to calm down.

As soon as his little brother has, he loosens his grip. Bly steps back and smiles hopeful.

<You really think that?>

Before the older can reply, something glitches in front of him. His vision becomes blurrier, the shadows grow. They are whispering something. Words he can’t understand.

Fox takes a look around. His heart starts to speed up as he realizes something: There is no exit. Why is there no exit? Where is the door?!

He turns back to his little brother. He hadn’t noticed that he had stepped completely away from him. Bly was right in front of him just a second ago! Now he is at the very end of a stretched out, blurry hall.

Warm brown eyes stare at him. Innocent, full of concern and… fear. Oh kriff he looks so afraid.

<Bly- >

<Stay away!!! You killed them!!!! It’s your fault!!! You are going to kill us all!!!>

Fox chokes, his eyes widen. He shouldn’t know. He can’t know. He can’t!!!

<You are a monster!!! This is all your fault!!! The Kaminoans should have gotten rid of you!>

He can’t breathe. His heart hurts so bitterly, overshadowing the pulsing pain in his head, crushing any logical thought that would try to come up.

<Gedet'ye… Bly- >

Another glitch. Bly is back in his arms crying and clenching on to him. He blinks in confusion for a moment, just to hug him tight against his chest, trying to calm his sprinting heart.

<Gedet'ye… Bly… gedet'ye.>

Bly doesn’t answer. He only looks up with a dark unnerving grin, causing Fox to flinch and drop him. For a moment Bly had Palpati-

<Ori'vod~ >

A dark voice cackles around him. Invisible hands push him down on his knees and the next second he looks up, he sees his brother, his so warm and affectionate brother, staring coldly at him pointing two guns at him.

Even trough the blur Fox can see his brother's hands shaking.

Black curly hair falls messily over his eyes as he shakes his head. No. NO!

This will happen if you fail, Tennnhtennn.

Palpatine’s voice echoes trough his head. His gut curls, his hands clench into the mushy white floor.

<Gedet'ye… gedet'ye!!! Bly don- >

<Dew it!>

A shot rings in his ear. The floor suddenly disappears and he falls. He falls and falls. And falls.

Shadows dance around him, darken his vision-

His whole body shakes. The air feels thinner. Richer. A little warmer.

Confusion-Concern-Distrust. Bly. Bly. Bly. Bly.

Fox opens his eyes again. He has to blink several times and focus to orientate himself back again.

79's. Right. Bly invited him. They wanted to drink. They are sitting across from each other at their usual table. He is in his armor. Bly can't see his face. He will never see his face. Never again.

The same frown from before is still plastered on Bly's face. He seems to have waited for something. Did he want an answer? How long was he gone? Was he gone? Did that happen? Was it real? Is this real?

<Fox if you don’t want to hangout with me anymore… that’s okay. I am sorry for calling you. You probably have better things to do.>

Whatever had happened earlier, Bly hadn’t noticed anything of it.

His heart screams to correct the younger. Screams to tell him how much he had like to hangout with him again.

Yet his fear is stronger. The Chancellor’s voice louder.

<Gedet'ye… Bly. Gedet'ye vod'ika. Forget me.>

<Are you… alright? Fox? Fox where are you going?!>

Fox shakes his head. He bites his lower lip and forces his body to be as straight and stiff as possible. He can’t show his trembling. He can't show his pain. Bly has to forget him. He deserves better. Far, far better.

He can't let Bly fall into Palpatine’s hands. Never.

He has to work harder. He has to survive. As long as he is alive his batch will be safe. His Corries will be safe.

The shadows around him hum in agreement as he disappears back into the dark.

Gedet'ye Bly… Forget me. Survive.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in the Park

Summary - Part 44 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess

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A/N: In case I haven’t been saying it enough lately, I just wanted to let you guys know how much I appreciate you all: all your likes, comments, reblogs and even if you’re a silent supporter I appreciate you all the same. You guys constantly remind me why I love writing so much. So, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this week’s chapter. 

He gently places his hand on your cheek and guides you to face him again, making direct eye contact before shutting his eyes as he brings his lips to yours softly. When he pulls back slightly he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, “I’m ready to get out.”

You kiss him again. “Really? No more seeking out cases?”

He shakes his head. “Last hunt I almost lost you again. I’m done. I swear. No more seeking out monsters. If something comes to us I will handle it, but we don’t go looking for it anymore.”

“I really like the sound of that. House in the suburbs? White picket fence? The full mile?”

“That’s what you want?”

“A little girl, and maybe, if it’s safe down the line…a baby?”

“So, maybe I hold off a little on that painful procedure?”

“There’s a lot of questions here and not a lot of answers…”

He nods and kisses you. When he pulls back he softly says, “I want a normal life. One where you’re safe and happy. And more than anything I want to be with you. You put a ring on my finger and told me it’s possible…Help me see it. Help me believe it.”

“Dean Winchester, you can do anything! Including living a safe and happy life with your wife, who by the way could not love you more than she does right now.”

“I hope she knows how much she means to me, and how much she’s changed my life.”

“She does. And she shows you love her too. Everything you’ve said today in this park has proved that.” You kiss him again and then lean back. “So, what are your conditions for us adopting Destiny?”

“Well, firstly, we stick with the plan of giving it a few days here. We still let her decide what she wants to do, but we can also use this time to get some tips from Garth and Bess in case she chooses us…or you. She likes you.”

“She’s just cautious of you. You did kill her father, and then you haven’t exactly been the most supportive of her. If you warm up and accept her, she will warm up to you too. She just needs to know she can trust you. And yeah, of course, I know I can’t be selfish. We need to do what’s best for her. If she decides she likes it here, then we accept that.”

“Yeah. Also, we need to be careful. The second she starts to show monstrous tendencies and puts you in danger, she comes back to live with Garth and Bess and they get to choose her next steps. I won’t have you put in danger.”

“Okay, I can agree with that too. Anything else?”

“She doesn’t eat human hearts.”

“Of course. That’s obvious. Animal hearts only. So, we’re on board? If she chooses us we’re gonna have a child? And no more hunting?”

“If she chooses us and if Garth and Bess think she’ll be okay with us, then sure, we can give this a shot. And yeah, we are not hunting anymore. Regardless of what Destiny decides, you’re done. You’re out.”

“You said, you’re ready…I’m not stopping if you’re not.”

“I promise I won’t go looking for hunts anymore. I am done. I’m so sick of this life, I have been for years. You know that. And I want a normal life with you. I want that more than anything.” He lifts your hands up to his lips and kisses your knuckles. “But I can’t leave Sammy on his own. So just until he agrees to start a normal life as well I can’t let him hunt alone, so if he insists and needs backup…”

“Okay…I understand…”

Hating the frown that’s overtaking your face he cradles your face in his palm and forces you to make eye contact with him. “Hey, you know he’s never wanted this life, he’d love to get out. And, I think he has a secret girlfriend. So, it won’t be long.” He kisses you again. “The house and white picket fence is in our future. I promise.”

You nod. “My turn to make a stipulation. If Destiny doesn’t choose us, I hunt whenever you do. You worry about me, I worry about you. It’s always been that way and that will never change.”

“But-”

“I agreed to your terms, you have to agree to mine too.”

He throws his head back and sighs. “Fine…”

“That just gives you more incentive for us to get out sooner.”

“I guess so. You stubborn woman.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“No, but sometimes I wish you would just make my life a little easier.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?”

He leans in close to your ear, nips your ear lobe and whispers lowly, “I should bend you over my knee and make you listen to me, right here in this park while everyone watches. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you disobedient woman?” All jest runs from your body as your blood runs south. You take a deep breath. He nips your ear lobe again. “That’s what I thought. Now, be a good girl and get in the car before I change my mind and do exactly that.”

You quickly get off his lap and hurry towards the car as he follows slowly. It’s not that you think he really would expose you in a public space; you know he would never. Your body is his and his alone. He would never let anyone perv at you, in fact, any guy who has looked at you the wrong way in a bar has ended up on the wrong side of Dean’s knuckles. So, you know he’d never do anything like that, that would make you uncomfortable, but the adrenaline and fear of the slim possibility is fun. And for the first time since meeting the little werewolf, you’re a little disappointed that you and Dean have no privacy. But it’s not like you’ve ever really had privacy, travelling and hunting with Sam for so long. You’re both well-versed in late-night drives or staying quiet. 

As Dean joins you in the Impala he chuckles and says, “You sure you want a kid?”

“I know it’s a bit of a cockblock, but yeah. I really do.”

He leans over and kisses you once more before starting the engine. “Alright then.” He turns up the radio as he pulls out of the park.

“Don’t forget we actually do have to pick up food. I don’t wanna impose too much on Garth and Bess.”

He nods and turns off towards the town centre. As soon as he spots a small grocer he pulls a park and shuts off the engine. You both get out and walk hand-in-hand into the small shop. He grabs a basket and starts to fill it as you walk through the aisles, grabbing ingredients that Dean can cook with. As much as you can cook, he is more comfortable in the kitchen than you, especially since living in the bunker. He grabs ingredients for burgers and some beers and then swaps the beers for a bottle of red wine. You smile at him. 

Seeing your look he returns a sceptical one of his own. “I know my wife. I know you only drink beer because I like it. You deserve to be treated. And I can come at wine, not those sugary cocktails you drink though.”

“They’re nice!”

“They get you drunk!”

“Yeah, and?”

“And we’re playing house remember? I need you sober.”

“I can get drunk on wine too you know?”

“Yeah, but not on one glass.”

“True. You gonna be monitoring me?”

“I already know you. You’ll only drink one because you’re determined to do right by that little girl.”

You sigh and nod. “I guess you do know me.”

“I do.” He places a cherry pie in the basket. “But this is a non-negotiable.”

“Fine,” you sigh. 

Once finished, he loads the basket up on the counter and pays for everything as the cashier bags it. Then you help him carry it all out to the car, before heading back to your home for the next few days. 

In the car, you say, “I can really imagine a domestic life with you. Grocery shopping, errands, the whole nine yards.”

He glances at you with a small smile as he pats your thigh. “Yeah, me too. It’ll truly be the best years of our lives.”

“Yeah. I can’t wait.”

You enjoy the rest of the drive back to the house in a comfortable quiet just imagining what the future could have instore for the two of you.

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Of Swords and Masks

The Arrancar Arc is something of a mess. It takes 240 chapters, or over four and a half real-world publishing years, to cover what is in-story a couple of weeks (and the majority of that, everything after Orihime is kidnapped, happens over one day). It’s crammed with so many new characters and themes that half of them just wind up getting dropped or forgotten about. And it contains the first instances where, for long stretches, the manga just does not work.

But rather than talk about that, I’m going to talk about what I liked about this arc, which I consider to not just be objectively good as a whole, but also contains by far the most development of Ichigo Kurosaki, our protagonist, to the point that the whole 500-page arc is structured around it.

The first portion of the story, dealing with Ichigo and co.’s return to Karakura town, is nearly flawless in its execution. We reestablish our human characters in their everyday lives, showing how Soul Society changed them and their relationships. We reunite with our supporting cast of Soul Reapers. We establish Ichigo’s struggle to control his inner hollow, which will drive his character development for the rest of the arc. And most importantly, we are introduced to our two new concepts for this arc: the Arrancars and the Visoreds.

Back when Ichigo was first flailing around with his large but boring sword, we’d established that Hollows are spirits who have lost their moral center, and so wear a mask to conceal themselves from the world that they’ve come to despise. Soul Reapers, we learned, were the inverse—their weapon is their identity, their swords literally channeling the essence of themselves into a weapon. Ichigo learned to use this weapon himself, but in the process of doing so, also unlocked that darker part of himself that preferred to operate behind a mask.

We gain power, in a very abstract sense, from developing ourselves. The surer you are of yourself, the more you are able to affect the world in the way that you wish, even to the point of developing and changing your very self. But to use that power, and specifically to use it to harm others, is difficult. Often it’s going to clash with the compassion within us, because most of us haven’t built our identities around hurting other people. It’s very difficult to look somebody in the face, recognize their humanity, and still wish to harm them. So the mask becomes attractive. You want to put on that façade of the ruthless killer, because it makes the doing of violence easier. You’re not looking them in the eye, and perhaps more importantly, they’re not looking you in the eye.

So the Visoreds become Ichigo’s mentors. They help him control his power, and yet in doing so, lead him further along the path of embracing it completely, of losing that moral center. Because Ichigo’s Visored powers are fundamentally incompatible with his moral center, the care and love he has for others.

And that’s where the Arrancars, the namesakes of the arc, come in. Their struggle is the exact inverse of Ichigo’s—they are struggling to reconcile their lack of a moral center, their nature as depraved beings, with the desire to connect with others, to have the sort of meaningful relationships that would eventually make them whole. There’s a certain misery to each of them, they’re all predators at heart, who know nothing other than killing and domination. And yet, in each battle with Ichigo, we see the deep anguish inside, the yearning for meaning in life beyond struggle. And this, of course, has tremendous meaning for our main character: this is what he’s cutting himself off from!

At Ichigo’s emotional nadir, he’s realized this. He can’t bring himself to further alienate himself in the pursuit of power, turning away from the final battle in part because it seems hopeless, but also because he now knows the sacrifices inherent to seeking untrammeled levels of power, and he’s not willing to make them. He wins the final battle not by conquering Aizen, but by making him weak enough that another party can take him down. And in doing so, he sacrifices all of his powers, ensuring that he will not be able to abuse them again.

Ichigo ends the arc, funnily enough, in the place that Uryu started it. He’s found his moral center, found what he will and won’t stand for, at the cost of his powers. But sacrificing his powers was a bit of a cop-out. At some point we all have to decide how we want to affect the world, for better or worse. I don’t doubt that Ichigo’s going to want the power to protect those close to him, just as Uryu did. We’ll see what choices he makes, and how he navigates that tense relationship between using and wielding power, and maintaining equal, loving relationships with the people around him.

The Lost Agent arc begins tomorrow.

[countrymusiclover]

22 - Drinking Games

Part 23

The Texas Tire Family

Author note - short chapter compared to my others for this story. So if you all have any ideas send them below in the comments. It would be a great help to me....regardless I hope you enjoy the update

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The kids were running through the back yard Georgie, Amy, Sheldon and I were all sitting around the picnic table while baby Leonard was sleeping inside our bedroom. Coming outside I handed Georgie a beer, sending a smirk to the others sitting a case of six down on the table. “Have you guys ever played Never have I ever as a drinking game?”

“Penny had us play that with her and Leonard. I won the game.” Sheldon said with his hands in his lap.

Amy corrected him, handing him a beer after grabbing one herself. “You revealed something about their finances which wasn’t supposed to be in the game. So don’t do that again and we’ll have fun.”

“Okay fine.” He agreed.

Popping the lid off the beer bottle I had I leaned back in my lawn chair remembering the rules so we could get started. “Alright so the rules are this. If you’ve done the thing that someone says you drink. And if you haven’t you don’t have to. We’ll just go around in a circle so Sheldon, you and Arm are guests so you’re first.”

“Hmm never have I ever snuck out of the house and gone to a party.” Sheldon shifted his gaze toward me and my husband while we both took a drink.

Amy tapped her glass thinking of something. “Never have I ever been arrested.”

Sheldon and Georgie both took a drink where Amy sent me a shocked look where I knew I’d have to explain. “It happened when I was pregnant with Aurora. Cause Georgie and I were working really hard to get money but it wasn’t as much as we have now. Their meemaw and him went to the Mexican border to buy cheap cigarettes to sell. While they were making money in the illegal gambling room.”

“But we had a great idea to hide it inside the back of the laundry mat. That’s how I was making money while Y/n was working at the sporting goods store.” Georgie shrugged his shoulders simply adding onto what I said.

Amy smiled towards Sheldon. “I can’t believe you got arrested like your brother. I never thought you would be the one to ever get arrested.”

Shaking my head I remembered that Sheldon made a police officer arrest him for jaywalking across the street. Glancing over my shoulder I saw that the girls and Montana were playing hide and seek with the trees and the playset we had bought them. “Okay, my turn. Never have I ever pushed all the buttons in the elevator at once.”

“Amy..I can’t believe you.” I gasped faking dramatically when she took a drink.

Georgie raised his beer up smirking in my direction when he said the words. “Never have I ever rocked my significant other's world.”

“Georgie!” I squealed covering my face with my hands blushing as red as I possibly could not expect him to come right out of the gate with that when it was his turn.

Sheldon went again. “Never have I ever thrown a baseball at someone.”

“Urgh sometimes I wish you didn’t remember everything.” I grumbled taking a long sip of my drink wishing I didn’t let my anger get the better of me when we were young teenagers.

Hitting my freehand on the table I smirked at Sheldon. “Never have I ever thought college kids were using my dorm room to study while they were really having sex.”

“That is uncalled for Y/n.” Sheldon glared while taking a drink.

Amy turned her attention toward Sheldon, smiling as she took her turn in our game. “Never have I ever lost my virginity to my current partner.” She took a drink shortly afterwards.

Georgie and I clinked our beer bottles together before we downed some more beer, not minding that she put that into the game. Throwing my head back I couldn’t not laugh in pure shock and awe when Sheldon had to take a drink too. “That’s so crazy that we have that in common with each other.”

Evelyn came running over to us ending our current game tugging at my shirt sleeve where I heard her stomach growling. “Mommy, I’m hungry”

“Can we have pizza?” Montana asked with Aurora standing at his side.

Georgie nodded in agreement while he went to throw away the empty box of beer in the trash can we had outside when we would grill outside and have brisket. “Sure we can. What do you all want?”

“No veggies, dad.” Aurora scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

He nodded, running his hand through her hair making it a slightly knotted mess like his hair normally was sometimes. “Spoken like a true child and Texan. That’s my baby girl.”

Our little family headed back into the house waiting for the pizza to come here. Montana wanted to play candy land so we set the board game up at the kitchen table. Getting up from the chair I paid for the pizza sitting on the edge of the table so we could still play the game. “Alright kids don’t eat the whole thing since uncle Sheldon and aunt Amy are eating too.”

“Have you had spaghetti and hot dogs before?” Sheldon asked, biting into his piece of pizza. “My mother would make it all the time when I was your age.”

Montana asked, confused. “Spaghetti and hot dogs?”

Sheldon rolled his eyes slightly annoyed. “Oh my, how could you not tell them about it.”

“This is Texan Sheldon. We eat meat and watch football.” Geoegie takes a big bite out of his piece while I had already finished my piece of pizza.

Amy glanced down the table at our kids changing the subject altogether instead focusing on the kids. “So what do you all want to be when you grow up?”

“I want to be like daddy.” Evelyn responded by tearing her pizza into bits with her hands.

Aurora hit her hands on the table grinning brightly. “I want to be an actress.”

“If you want pointers I would say go to Penny on what not to do. Will Wheaton is the way to go for good advice.” Sheldon added onto my eldest daughter’s dream.

Montana throws his hands up pretending he had a lasso in his hands at the same time dancing around in front of us. “I wanna be a cowboy.”

“Those all sound like fun.” Amy grinned at me and Georgie while we both knew that these kids would do whatever they put their minds to. Georgie reached underneath the table intertwining my hand with his kissing me on the forehead knowing that we just hooked neither of our girls or son got someone pregnant like we did.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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As It Was - Imagine

Obi-Wan x Reader

Inspired by the song, "As It Was", by Harry Styles :)

A short little imagine I wrote today and I decided to finish!

Summary: You wish it was the same as it was. But, it never would be after Order 66. You were lonely. You had no other friends or family to seek shelter in. You missed your secret lover, Obi-Wan, who, as you were told, was killed in action. You missed your whole life and the scorching heat on Tatooine wasn't making it any better....

The sun was always such a lovely symbol. A symbol for happiness and bright light. Sometimes, the sun could be a torturous thing. Like today.

Tatooine had always been an arid and hot planet. Sandy, too. You never were on the bandwagon for liking Tatooine. Every time you were stationed here or just had small business to attend to during the Jedi times, you always wished the trip to be quick and not a pain. You thought Anakin's disliking of sand was hilarious, but now, you were starting to agree.

Wiping a band of sweat off your forehead, you breathed in deeply. You never thought that you would become a mechanic on the planet you hated dearly. Times were rough. The Jedi Order had fallen. You had lost your best friend and your lover. Your Master. Everyone who you had known and grown to love at the Jedi Temple. The past was always coming back. You had no way of letting go when you knew there were still ties to be loosened.

"Here you go," you finished your work on a junk speeder, "50 peggats."

The travilier groaned as they handed you the amount needed and sped away.

"You are so welcome," you sarcastically spoke, cleaning up your station.

The sky was getting darker and you knew it was almost closing. Sighing, you grabbed your tools and started closing up. Refilling oil, counting peggats, and cleaning. You didn't work with anyone. It was nice. It was like being your own boss. It was a lot different from the Temple. No one was telling you where to go or what to do. You felt independent but also confused.

You’ve been commanded your whole life and never actually had your own free will. Now, you did. It confused you. A lot.

Closing the gate to your shop, you locked it tight. Walking past the diminishing crowds, you saw the lovely colors in the sky on Tatooine. Times like these were really when the dry planet’s beauty shined. The two suns sat parallel next to each other, shining so brightly. The sky was a purple and orangish mix. You’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

You loaded your bag onto your speeder but stopped. You felt something. Something you haven’t felt in a long time. A Force presence. Gasping, you looked around the environment. There was only light chatter and laughter. You shook off the feeling, realizing it probably was just the tiredness taking over.

It felt like someone was watching you. Your every movement. Ignoring the feeling, you hopped onto your speeder and drove away to your humble home.

…………………………………………

He watched as you left your shop. He watched as you looked around, searching for something. He watched you walked toward your speeder.

No, he thought to himself, that can’t be Y/n.

He wanted to go talk to you but he couldn’t. Gravity was holding him back. Even if he did go talk to you, he would have nothing to say. He would just want to look you in the eyes and see that you’re real. That you were alive.

He shook it off and proceeded to ride his Eeopie home.

………………………………

The next day was a repeat. Wake up, eat, get cleaned off, and open the shop. But, you felt it again. The presence, as if it never left. You looked around. Still, nothing. Sighing, you started to unlock the door.

“Did you just open?”

A voice startled you.

“Uhh,” you turned around to face a middle-aged man, “I’m going to. I’ll be open in five minutes, tops.”

“Alright,” he nodded, “thank you.”

You began opening the door again. This time, with no interruptions, you turned on the light and started to open up. Clean the counters, grab oil, restock. All part of the daily routine.

“Hey,” you waved, “you can come in now!”

He sent a small smile and walked in, refreshed at the breeze of the cool air.

“What can I do for ya?” You smiled, brushing the hair off your face.

“My younger nephew,” he started, “he accidentally smashed a part of our speeder’s engine, pretending it was a Republic’s Pilot Jet. I was wondering if you had the parts to the engine I needed?”

You chuckled softly and answered, “Yeah, what do you need?”

“Just a simple compressor for a modern speeder.”

You turned around and walked back to the shelves. Using your finger to search for the part, you found the part.

“A-ha!” You exclaimed, “here you go.”

The man accepted the part and asked, “How much?”

“It’s on the house,” you smiled.

“Are you sure? I can pay you.”

“Just make sure your nephew doesn’t hurt himself. At that age, that’s where the fun begins for them,” you waved off his payment.

“Thank you….”

“Y/n!”

“I’m Owen, it was nice meeting you. Thank you, Y/n,” he waved goodbye and left.

“Anytime,” you nodded.

You watched as Owen left your shop and walked towards another person. Owen pointed towards your shop and the other man looked at you. You didn’t want to invade any longer so you looked away and waited for the next customer. Grabbing a broom, you started to sweep the dusty floors. You heard the bell ring at the front door, notifying you someone was here.

“One second! Sorry, I was…”

You approached the front of the shop. Your heart stopped. Your whole body froze. The world around you stopped. You could hear your bumping heartbeat in your ears. You blinked rapidly, to maybe see if you were hallucinating. But, you weren’t. You uttered the name you never thought you would again. In a million light years….

“Obi-Wan?”

He removed his robe’s hood and revealed himself to you. He had aged, but just like fine wine. His auburn hair had grown longer and darker, with a tad bit of grey. His beard had grew, longer than you have ever seen it. His eyes…weren’t the bright blue anymore. They were broken. They seemed to be a dull grey with a hint of the signature blueness.

You two stared at each other. Neither of you could believe it. There was nothing to say. Tears filled your eyes as you walked towards him. He seemed to hesitate at first, wanting to step back. But, he embraced you in a very long overdue hug.

The hug was a simple gesture but it reminded the both of you of all the hugs you shared on Coruscant. When you were both relieved to see each other alive after a mission. His short auburn hair and trimmed beard. His Jedi robes and cloak, blowing in the wind. It wasn’t the same feeling. It was not the same as it was. But, you were okay with it.

“I-I thought you were dead,” you cried, falling into his arms.

His rough, calloused hands ran through your hair as he kissed your forehead.

“That night,” he spoke for the first time, “they sent me here before I could talk to you. To say goodbye. To say I love you.”

You smiled through the tears and looked up at him. He wiped your cheek with his hands, which you held in place with yours.

“I’m just so happy you’re with me.”

“I, as well, Y/n,” he agreed.

You smiled and leaned in to hug him again.

“Can I stay with you? I understand if it’s too much and if you don’t want it, I-“

He chuckled lightly at your rambling and shushed, “It would be a honor for you to stay with me. But, it’s not the same. I’m not the same brave, courageous Obi-Wan anymore. I’m just Ben Kenobi, an old, filthy nobody.”

He looked down at you with sorrow in his eyes. You held his face in your hands and brushed his hair from his eyes.

“Obi-Wan. Ben. Maker, your name could be Yoda for all I care. You could have dyed your hair pink. You could have bathed in oil. Filthy or not filthy. Old or not old. I still wouldn’t care. You would still be the man I fell deeply in love with,” you caressed his cheek.

Ben looked like he wanted to cry. And, he did. A few tears slipped loose. Your grip tightened around his stomach and your head was well-rested against his chest.

The two of you stood with each other. In the other’s warm embrace. Your Force signatures danced around you, as if they were celebrating the reunion. Yeah, sure, it wasn’t going to be the same as it was. It never was going to be. But, that didn’t matter. You two had each other. That’s all that really did matter. It felt like it was only you two in the world, together.

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PONYO SENTENCE STARTERS ;

128 starters. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! 

“I can’t get it out.”

“That was weird.”

“It looks kind of dead.”

“It licked me! It’s alive!”

“_____, we’ll be late!”

“This wind is crazy.”

“Well, have you found my daughter?”

“What?! She was captured by a human?”

“You are alive!”

“This is bad. This is very bad.”

“Wow. That guy was a freak show.”

“We never judge others by their looks.”

“Another experiment for school?”

“Your teacher doesn’t really like Show and Tell…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

“She came to me. She might be magic.”

“I saved her. She’s my responsibility now.”

“Humans are disgusting!”

“Not now, _____. I’m concentrating.”

“You’ll be safe here, _____. I’ll be back soon.”

“Hmm, I wonder if there are any cats around here.”

“Look at me! My mother made me a new dress. Isn’t it pretty?”

“Hey, _____, let’s go play.”

“You’re not busy. You’re five.”

“You are so weird.”

“There are rules about bringing things to school for a reason.”

“The rules are, look but don’t touch.”

“That was my fault.”

“There it comes again. I hear old _____’s voice.”

“So it must be only in my head.”

“Oh, that’s a relief. I haven’t lost my mind quite yet.”

“Are you ready to see my big surprise?”

“Maybe she could use some of her magic to fix my hips and back.”

“Fish with faces who come out of the sea cause tsunamis.”

“Come back here and apologize!”

“Don’t worry, _____. No matter what, I’ll protect you. I promise.”

“Listen, _____, you know, this could be for the best.”

“Do that. I think that’s a lovely thing to do for _____.”

“Come on, _____. Let’s get out of here.”

“What if _____ comes back?”

“Your wife must be pretty mad.”

“_____ says he’s very sorry.”

“B-U-G O-F-F!”

“_____ says he loves you. He says lots and lots.”

“Don’t cry, _____.”

“I know _____ breaks his promises sometimes. But he does his best for us.”

“I promised _____ I’d take care of her. Then I lost her. I wonder if she’s crying now.”

“You are so good!”

“Don’t you worry, _____. You did your best and _____ will be just fine.”

“I say we start with dessert and go backwards!”

“It’s been a backwards kind of day.”

“I want to be a human too!”

“Human? Ugh. What do you know about humans, _____?”

“Enough! You’re making a terrible mistake!”

“You can’t be human and magic at the same time, sweetheart.”

“If you could only remain innocent and pure forever.”

“I don’t have the power to hold her for very long.”

“Calm. I must remain calm.”

“When I think of meeting her again, my heart won’t stop pounding.”

“This door still doesn’t fit right.”

“If even one living creature got in here…”

“This cursed door!”

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

“If I were you, I’d get out of here while you still can.”

“Oh, _____, is that you? It’s so dark in here, I can barely see.”

“I bet the lights came back on because _____’s here.”

“Ah, this stupid TV. Nobody understands weather anymore. Might as well look at shadows and listen to crickets.”

“You need to go back and seek shelter there.”

“Okay, but right now, I need to get home.”

“_____, you gotta get out of here!”

“Try to hang on to something!”

“I’ve never seen the ocean like this.”

“_____, we have to go!”

“Life is mysterious and amazing.”

“It smells like you in here!”

“There, got ya’! Now let’s rub you down and dry you off.”

“Is he an evil wizard?”

“Looks like something must have gone wrong with the fuel line.”

“I can’t get any reception. That’s really weird.”

“Do you think _____ came from far, far away?”

“I’ve gotta go help them. I can get there if I take the mountain road.”

“I’d feel better if you stay up here.”

“I’m going to leave you here in charge. You’ll do the right thing. I know it.”

“Finally, we can get our bearings again.”

“We’re someplace I’ve never seen before.”

“What mountains are those? I have no idea where we are.”

“That is a huge wall of water.”

“Something’s coming this way.”

“I just saw the Goddess of Mercy!”

“So you saw her too? I thought maybe I was hallucinating…”

“That has a powerful spell on it…”

“This is serious! I’m trying to save _____!”

“It’s been a long time, my love.”

“Why isn’t _____ with you?”

“My baby likes you.”

“It’s just like a parade!”

“Looks like the whole town is here.”

“I don’t see _____. I hope she’s okay.”

“There’s water coming from your eyes…”

“The other side is nice, isn’t it?”

“You mean this is the other side?”

“Where do you think we are? Las Vegas?”

“The time has come for you to bear witness to a sacred test of love.”

“Aren’t they too young for this?”

“Remember, this is a very important moment. A crucial moment.”

“Do you think we can trust him?”

“I wish we could hear what they’re talking about.”

“Whatever happens, I’m just glad you’re all here for this.”

“I think I’ve been here before.”

“Don’t like this place…”

“Don’t let go of my hand.”

“_____! Please don’t die!”

“We’ve all been waiting for you.”

“I promise I’m not going to take _____ away from you.”

“_____, don’t listen to that wacko!”

“Did you hear me? Nobody fools me!”

“There is so little time! A choice has to be made!”

“That’s the best excuse you can come up with?”

“_____, please listen. You have to trust me.”

“Jump for it!”

“I don’t know why we’re here.”

“She needs you to accept and love her as she truly is.”

“Could you love her if she moved between two worlds?”

“I love all the _____s. It’s a big responsibility, but I really love her.”

“To become human, you must choose to abandon magic. Can you do that?”

“The balance of nature is restored. Life begins again.”

“There you are! Are you alright?”

“Try to remember me kindly, if you will.”

[bonnetpetit]

TW: panic attacks, grief, anxiety, generally not great mental health stuff. Please proceed carefully if you choose to read because I don’t want anyone to be triggered by what I’m talking about Letting all my thoughts out in a thread, probably a stupid idea

Twitter is hardly a place to seek help or counselling of any kind but I need to put my thoughts somewhere and threads have helped me before when my brain is disorganised so here we are

It’s currently 4am and I’m awake because I had a panic attack in the middle of the night. I checked Twitter on instinct because it used to be a safe space for me. This is where I came when I lost my grandma bc I needed a distraction from the grief. I needed somewhere I felt safe

The loss is something I haven’t spoken about much bc I needed a place to go where it wasn’t happening. I needed silly fun and SMAUs to keep my mind busy. I needed one place to go where I didn’t have to hear ‘sorry for your loss’ and ofmdtwt helped me to laugh when I wanted to d*e

You don’t know what’s going on in someone’s life and some people have treated what happened yesterday as drama to make jokes about. And to quote the show that supposedly unites us, I’m not fine. People have been hurt on all sides of this and I’m not ok with that.

People have made their own assumptions about what my opinion is because I didn’t say anything last night. People who were hyping me up after a bad day are now the same ones who have decided I’m not worth knowing at all because I didn’t say anything fast enough to suit them but I didn’t say anything because I was in the midst of a panic attack about everything. Panic attacks that I was doing so well on handling and now I’ve had 2 in less than 12 hours. So let me reiterate, you don’t know what’s going on in someone’s life.

And what’s fucking breaking me is the first person I would go to when my anxiety is this bad is my grandma. And she’d always say ‘oh love, things will turn out right, you can always come and talk to gran’ and now I’m curled up sobbing at 4am because she’s gone and I can’t

My safe spaces are gone. And some people reading are probably like ‘lol so over dramatic get over it’ and maybe you’re right. But once again let me remind you that you don’t know what’s going on in someone’s life. I’m still grieving and ofmdtwt was my safe space from it.

I’ve barely slept, I’ve had two panic attacks, my mental state is a shambles. I’m not in a good place. I want a hug from my grandma. I want to hear her voice, I want to be told ‘oh love, things will turn out right’ and believe it. Because right now I don’t believe it at all.

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[sun-in-retrograde]

Uranus Conjunct Jupiter - Hope Just Spat Out a Tooth

The Jupiter-Uranus Conjunction is a lot of things, but one way to think of it is basically the new moon of the way the two planets relate - the end of a cycle that started at the last Jupiter Uranus conjunction and the start of something new. I wanted to give a little time to thinking about what we’re putting down, and what we might be able to do with the new energy.

An Aries Cycle

Uranus entered Aries 27 May and stayed there till mid August before retrograde. The conjunction completed 8 June. 

Here’s the astro-seek data:

For the first half of the cycle, the energy of the relationship was pretty intense - Jupiter aspected Uranus, then went retrograde and aspected in again, then moved on. It was a slow build up, reaching a pinnacle in 2016/7 before winding down. 

Think of this in terms of a lunar cycle. While Jupiter is waxing, building upon the Uranus energy it picked up in its conjunction, Uranus was in Aries. The process was laborious, intense. 

Uranus in Aries came with promises - it started with the Arab Spring. Uranus in Aries was a freedom fighter establishing itself. It had rebel without a cause vibes. It came in with riots in the UK over the London Metropolitan Police shooting a black man, the Occupy Movement, the student fees protests and anti-austerity. It came in, fundamentally, with the first Conservative government since 1997.

The last one is important. 1997 was the last election in the UK where power changed hands. Power didn’t change hands in 1983, but the structure of the system changed fundamentally. Uranus and Jupiter can oversee revolutions. 

What house is your Aries in? Where was the energy of Uranus active in your life while it was there? Was there anything that took time to develop? Any lessons that had to be learned again and again?

It feels to me almost like Uranus in Aries built up power and worked and grew, then the waning end of the cycle was a release of pressure. For example, in 2010 Britain elected a Conservative government under a Jupiter-Uranus conjunction. The Conservatives got in under a plan to unify the right and temper it’s weirdest and worst aspects. Or at least make it palatable. In 2014, under the square, a right of conservative party group called UKIP became a major party. In 2016 as the opposition completed itself, Britain voted to leave the EU. 

In 2018, Uranus entered Taurus - traditional, slow moving and comfortable Taurus is a weird place for Uranus. What happens when Conservatives encounter the nervous energy of Uranus with its connections to queerness and difference? They react with fear. Since the Uranus-Jupiter cycle reached its waning phase, mainstream conservative movements in Britain have been ideologically captured by increasingly deranged conspiracy theorists. This process has felt relatively easy, and fast.

Another example: in 2010 the Lib Dems confirmed they wanted to bring in gay marriage and they had the power to push for it. In 2014, the square gave us gay marriage, but also Time Magazine’s “Transgender tipping point” - the key issues and demands of queer activism started to change. In 2017, at the opposition point of this cycle, the government announced that it would hold a consultation on gender recognition act reform. Then in 2018 Uranus entered Taurus and Gender Critical reactionary anti-trans rhetoric really stepped up. The tenor of the conversation has changed. In 2017 the Tories wanted to be pro-LGBT to be on “the right side of history”. These days the prime minister jokes about murdered trans children in front of their parents. 

Cycles and cycles

Of course, we haven’t lost every cultural battle since Uranus entered Taurus, and the Uranus Jupiter Cycle isn’t the only cycle that’s going on. But it has been a tough old cycle. Maybe it was tough for you personally, or maybe the area Uranus has been active in has been blessed with luck from Jupiter. Maybe for you it feels like on a personal level the hard work of Uranus in Aries paid off in an easeful period of Uranus in Taurus. Maybe you’ve even won your political struggles. 

It’s worth considering the public and personal issues you’ve been through in this period, and whether they may be coming towards the possibility for something new. 

The future

In the next cycle, while it starts in Taurus it’s not there for long - just the conjunction. Then for 14 years Uranus will be active in Gemini, then Cancer. 

Taking the last phase as a pattern, the first part of this stage feels relatively easeful - there are no repetitions. In Gemini I wonder if we may find Uranus active in how we respond to, incorporate, and resist technology. This seems reasonable. We appear to have entered one of those periods where technology is shifting.

What interests me is the 2030s. Uranus enters Cancer and we do the work of coming home, nurturing, integrating something. Looking at the cycle we’re about to start - it starts with Uranus in a sign where it’s deeply reactive, and uncomfortable (arguably, Uranus has its fall in Taurus). But, I hope, it’s heading to a kind of integration and better wholeness. There’s the potential in this cycle to learn cool shit and, ultimately, to learn to live with it. To maybe even heal a bit, if we’re lucky. 

But, more importantly, it’s a new revolution. Revolutions go around. We didn’t win every fight in the last Jupiter-Uranus cycle, but we won some, and we can win some this time, too.