#eta: you know the drill

[e2castiel]

#theboysedit #the boys #soldier boy #hughie campbell #jensen ackles #jensenedit #jack quaid #love their scenes together lol #first gif is best guess #i can't watch with captions so if its wrong let me know #eta: you know the drill #one

[drumlincountry]

someone please come hang a coat rack for me I’m overwhelmed by wikihows

#frantically googling: screw in wall no drill? #hang heavy wall without powert tools? #wall studs coat rack hang wikihow? #and all the articles are like #here are 5 different plastic or metal doodads you need depending on what kind of plaster wall u have #its paper its cardboard its a shitty brand new house built of ghosts and dreams but I think i know where the fucking. soft shitty sitka pine #wooden struts are help???? #mam's organising a harvest festival. my uncles don't 'do phones'. my brother is on a bender. #everyone else i know is the wrong kind of gay #help #me fein #I'm not gonna ask the mountain dykes. It's just too embarrassing. #eta: horribly tempted by the blaze button on this post specifically

[woso-dreamzzz]

Ma'am

Aitana Bonmatí x Royal!Reader

Summary: You steal your father's plane

You adjusted your sunglasses so they covered your face properly as you stepped off the plane.

Taking the private plane without permission wasn't one of your worst deeds but, with one of your brother's absolutely slammed by the public, it wasn't like you could become the least favourite child for something as small as this.

"Ma'am," One of your security detail said," Might I just say-"

"If this is a complaint about anything other than the heat, I don't want to hear it."

He chuckled. "I was going to say, ma'am, that we should hurry along to get out of this heat."

You laughed. "Good idea."

You slipped into the car, instantly kicking off your shoes and rummaging through the side compartment for a snack.

"ETA is thirty-five minutes. We've already called ahead so it should be smooth sailing from here."

"Thank god." You stretched out on the seats and stared out the window. "Did you hear back from my brother?"

"Yes, ma'am, His Royal Highness wishes you a good trip and has already informed your father that you're out on business as a favour to him."

You scoffed. "A favour for William, as if."

"Best not to shoot a gift horse in the mouth, ma'am."

You rolled your eyes, shooting off a text to Kate. "He's only doing it because he knows I'm seeing Harry soon. Honestly, the rivalry between those two is horrendous."

"I don't think I can comment on that."

You ignored him. "I mean, this tug of war is so stupid. I don't need to be bribed to know which one I prefer over them. Which is, just for the record, neither. Urgh. Men suck...No offence."

"No taken, ma'am."

You waved a hand dismissively. "You know what I mean. I think they're both trying to get me to babysit for them."

"I don't really think that they need you to babysit for them."

"It's the thought that counts." You sighed and sat up straight, shooting off another lazy text to Kate to make sure that William didn't narc on you.

The streets of Barcelona sped past you and soon you were exiting the car.

The training grounds didn't look that impressive although you were neither a football expert nor an architect so your opinion on that matter probably couldn't be trusted.

A man was stood outside, waiting for you.

"Her Royal Highness, Princess y/n of England. Ma'am, this is Joan Laporta, the president of Barcelona FC."

He dipped his head. "Your Highness, it is a pleasure to have you here."

"Pleasure to be here," You replied, shaking his hand.

He led you through the hallways, explaining everything to you even though you were half listening. You peeked in to see the men in their gym session but quickly left for the pitches to watch the women.

"As you can see, ma'am," Joan continued on," We pride ourselves on excellence here. We strive every day to be the best."

"Your women's team certainly live up to that," You replied, staring out across the pitch to the group of women running drills.

"Yes. We're very proud."

He seemed to realise that you had no interest in speaking to him anymore as he led you across the pitch to the group.

Your bodyguard cleared his throat again to announce you. "Her Royal Highness, Princess y/n of England."

You smiled in greeting, striding through the group (who parted quickly) to whom you had travelled to see. You cupped the back of her neck and drew her in for a soft kiss.

"Hola."

"Hola, amor."

Aitana drew back with a smile. "I thought you said that you were busy."

You shrugged. "I cleared my schedule. Stole Dad's plane."

"Can you do that?"

"What are they gonna do? Arrest me?"

She laughed, rolling her eyes as a hand came to rest on your hip. She leaned closer. "You kissed me in front of my teammates."

"I'm pretty sure they knew you had a girlfriend."

"Si, but not who my girlfriend was."

"We're hard launching." You shrugged again and gave her a blinding smile.

You turned that smile to her teammates, still beaming.

Many of them were in a state of shock, mouths hanging open comically. You didn't recognise any of them apart from the two English players.

You were there that day at Wembley to hand them their medals with William for the Euros and you were also there the day Lucy Bronze received her MBE.

You smiled politely at both, soaking in the warmth of Aitana's hand on your waist.

"Ma'am," Your bodyguard said, suppressing his own laughter," Perhaps we should go inside. We've been travelling all day."

"Right, yes."

You threaded your fingers through Aitana's and dragged her away, leaving the rest of the Barcelona team to scramble after you both.

Aitana lagged slightly, letting you take the lead and you could hear her whispering quietly to Keira Walsh.

"You're dating Princess y/n?" Walsh said in a hush," This isn't something that you can just spring on us."

You could picture Aitana turning red. "It just happened. We met at the semi-final game against Chelsea and hit it off."

"With a princess. Aitana, how did you manage to 'hit it off' with a member of the royal family?"

"She's quite charming." You winked. "And I was quite happy to be charmed."

Aitana's blush deepened. "I fell into her. It was very embarrassing."

"To you," You teased," I found it hilarious. Oh, what was it I said?"

Your bodyguard spoke up, his voice incredibly deadpan and dry," You said that you'd never had a girl as pretty as Miss Bonmatí fall for you like that, Ma'am."

"Oh, yes. That's what I said. Then I asked her on a date."

"And then I told you that your father wouldn't be happy if you snuck around instead of coming straight home, Ma'am."

"Which of course, I took offence to because I'm an adult and not a stupid child. So I took Aitana out and never quite let her go."

"I thought you were meant to be in London for some fancy dinner," Aitana cut in before her teammates could badger you with more questions.

"The guests cancelled, some kind of medical emergency. I nicked Dad's plane. Good surprise?"

She grinned at you, somehow shuffling closer. "Si, very good surprise."

"Great, then we're gonna get you home to pack. I've got Kate and Will covering for me and free reign of the jet. I'm thinking a few days in Greece? Or maybe Italy? We'll decide on the way."

#woso x reader #aitana bonmati x reader #aitana bonmati #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

[afniel]

Today (on three hours of sleep which is my own fault) my partner and I got up early and got breakfast and then went to a community education seminar at a local university's educational garden about native bees, and made a wooden bee house. Our landscape designer team (two women who I'm pretty sure are queer) was there attending and it was run by a really cool woman who runs another landscaping co-op (with a nonprofit educational side) who is also working with them to teach them all the ins and outs of permaculture, and they kinda group-projected our yard, so I got to know all three of them over the course of the contract, which was cool.

It was great, you guys. We talked about the importance of supporting native pollinators, because honeybees are fine and all but outcompete native bees, some of whom are so specialized that their exact wing frequency is what it takes to pollinate a single, specific species. The world's smallest bee is 2mm at the largest and lives right here. We've got sweat bees that look like tiny flying gems. We've got bumblebees that are so docile you can gently pet them while they're gathering pollen. We have huge, harmless carpenter bees with metallic black shiny females and golden fuzzy males and they'll bonk into you just to see what you're doing.

I got to get excited about iNaturalist to a bunch of people who haven't heard about it before! I got to see thousands of honey bees just doing their business and I realized I wasn't having my usual phobic reaction anymore! I got to use a power drill! I got on the mailing list and I'm gonna see if I can't get even more involved in this kind of shit over time, because it's honestly great.

You're only one person but even little things can have an outsized impact, and it's not in turning off the water when you brush your teeth, it's in things like planting native keystone species so that the other living things that rely on it can move back in. Even in a tiny area. Animals and plants spread and have ripple effects. The same way removing a species causes a spreading collapse, bringing back a species, even just one, causes a spreading regrowth of diversity. Literally a handful of plants can support countless insects that support countless animals and this changes the environment just a little bit at a time back to a better state. It does make a difference and it doesn't have to be hard or expensive.

I get really excited about native species because as I see it, getting educated about them and making decisions to support them is what's going to locally make the biggest impact for the least money. The success stories can be literally microscopic, when it comes to things like soil microbes, but they really, really matter. One person can't fix the whole climate but one person can fix a one-person-sized patch of ground, and that's enormous when you remember that thousands of important little things spend their entire lives within even the smallest yard.

Anyway I'm tired to hell now but hey maybe next spring we'll have a bunch of big goofy carpenter bees living in the yard! Or even other native bees. I'm hype as heck to find out.

Also, and I forgot to say this so ETA, I guarantee THIS IS HAPPENING wherever you are. Look up your closest university and find out what kind of research/community gardens they have and what kind of seminars they offer. Look into your state and county conservation programs. There's outreach education all over, and a whole lot of it is donate-as-you-can, because they just want to get knowledge into the community. If you want to hear it, they want to teach it to you, and they're almost universally some of the kindest folks you're going to meet. If this sounds even a tiny bit interesting, do some searching and I would bet you anything there's opportunities right there waiting.

#conservation #permaculture #nature #native species

[catboydogma]

ok ok tone switch from last prompt for recovery: humor. Cody desperately trying to keep some silly, possibly inappropriate thing that the troopers have done (or convinced him to do?) away/secret from obi-wan. possibly he is embarrassed. possibly it's inappropriate. either way Cody might murder someone to keep it quiet. Obi-Wan finds out (or already knew).

quotations and fluff

a heat rash in the shape of the show me state - los campesinos!

send prompts :)

notes: this is so late lol but i hope you enjoy and thank you for the prompt!

wc: 652

The first time The Shirt appeared under Cody’s purview was on Lt. Boil. He was made aware of it instantly—with its soft and thin material, light color, and bold text spanning the front stating the wearer to be a source of FREE MUSTACHE RIDES with a simple rendering of a mustache, he would have been hard pressed not to see it. Dress code was enforced strictly when troopers are on-duty and, in the private opinion of many, somewhat redundant. The troopers’ main source of clothing, after all, was from the GAR.

But Lt. Boil was off duty. And Cody had never been fond of suppressing his troopers’ freedoms, as few and as insignificant they were. Looking back on this incident, Cody often wished that he had crushed it then and there. All he had said was a simple, “Keep it off-duty. Don’t let the General see it.”

The Shirt became a stock item in the troopers’ off-duty lounge. Someone somewhere had recreated it, purchased or stolen copies of it, Cody didn’t even know at this point. The proliferation happened too rapidly to track. They were worn under armor, over or in place of flightsuits—the form-fitting material and thermoregulation thankfully didn’t allow for them to be worn under—and in one harrowing case outside of Ghost Company, painted on the front of an LAAT/i. That warranted a talking-to on the proper usage of GAR time and resources and a remedial course in civilian PR. No one else wanted to recreate their efforts after the round of extra drills Cody ran that particular squad through.

Lt. Boil was unbearably smug over the entire affair. Cody threatened him with latrine duty, overnight shifts, and Shiny training, but Lt. Boil remained a bastion of smarm. He began to sympathize when the General complained about Skywalker giving him gray hairs or taking years off his life. It seemed that troopers were leaving The Shirts in spare closets and shelves to don whenever they went off-duty or vice versa. They were traded like contraband. Cody confiscated and disposed of no less than thirty of the things in a single tenday. However fast he hid them from the General, the troopers spread it faster. Howl proclaimed it was good for ship morale. Cody proclaimed him a traitor and a turncoat. The next day half the medbay were wearing The Shirt between shifts.

After a handful of weeks of this, Cody felt sure that it would die down. Fads were common and short-lived among the troopers, after all, and while Lt. Boil was content to beat a dead bantha into the ground, most troopers had some measure of common sense.

“I do apologize for keeping you waiting, Commander, Lieutenants,” Gen. Kenobi said as he sailed into the war room. The stark light of the holo table turned the dark circles under his eyes into bruised craters. He was half-dressed and his hair mussed from sleep; they’d had to call a last-minute planning session to account for a change in ETA. This was as close to a sleep kit as Jedi got, Cody supposed: loose pants, upper tunic, no obi, and a cotton collar peeking out from where Gen. Kenobi was shouldering on his robe—

“Er, General,” Lt. Waxer said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

On his other side, Lt. Gregor had stuffed half the knuckles of one of his fists in his mouth.

“General,” Lt. Waxer said again, and Cody felt a slow-rising wave of horror start to sweep over him. “Your shirt…”

Gen. Kenobi beamed. “Ah, yes. Lt. Boil was kind enough to replace the shirt I leant him after the last campaign after that terrible mudslide… I find it quite comfortable…”

Gen. Kenobi’s voice faded into white noise. Cody watched with horror as Gen. Kenobi dropped his robe (awful) and unwrapped his outer tunic (horrific) to reveal The Shirt: FREE MUSTACHE RIDES.

#fluff #humor #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #lieutenant boil #212th attack battalion #ghost company #tcw #tangentially if anyone wants to draw boil / cody / obi-wan / anyone in a mustache shirt: i will literally love u forever #a heat rash in the shape of the show me state

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 12]

Warnings and Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint). Should know the drill on my use of Mando'a, italics and my headcanons by now if you've been following along with the AU series this far. Star Wars and real-world swearing. Last chapter starts with an undefined time skip. Dinner at the Batcher's and poor Omega’s sick. Hello again Captain Rex! Blaster injury leads to an after-hours visit to the clinic. Some "Protective Brother Energy" from Rex in multiple forms, including some Anger™. Brief mentions of medical paraphernalia including bacta and an auto-injector. Lots of flashback dialogue. Compromise and good brotherly stuff all around. You want MORE domestic Clone stuff to end this series with?! You got it! Hunter's room got a mini-makeover with a very special little edition. Hunter is so “whipped” for Medic!Reader, you got him trained and everything to take better care of himself. Couple of suggestive lines and lots of soft!Hunter.

Word-count: 6,259

Hunter carefully collected the dishware from the table and set them in the sink after stopping it up to let everything soak for a moment. "Good chow, Echo. Thanks for doing the cooking tonight." he smiled appreciatively, patting the ARC trooper on the shoulder before rolling his sleeves up tight across his toned forearms to keep them out of the waterline as he got the dishes clean.

"Of course. Thought we could use it after a day in the heat, for most of us. Appreciate the help too, [____]!" Echo calls out into the common area, squeezing past his brother with a damp cloth in hand to wipe down the counters. 

"Happy to help, Echo. And dinner was definitely different, but delicious." she calls back in a jovial tone. "Do you want some more nuna noodle soup, Omega?" 

"Not really… not feeling very hungry." Omega murmured distractedly, and there was a sound of shifting fabric that was nearly missed by Hunter's ears under the sharp trill of Echo's communication device clipped to his belt. 

Breep-reep-reep!

"More messages with the Captain? At this hour?" Hunter asks, recognizing the sound. "Guess that also means he's back." he added as Echo stopped what he was doing to read the exchange. 

"...hurt, too." 

Hunter let the surprise get the best of him and he swore. Something about the hint of worry in Echo's voice. "Oh kark. How bad is it?" 

Hey brother. Know of a good bar open around this time with a good variety? Got a real itch for some Green Milk Coolers.

"... that's your code?" Hunter knew that Rex and Echo had, likely, regularly strategized together during the Clone Wars, but a whole code based around galactic drinks and the best planets to find them on? That seemed like an odd choice. Echo only chuckled weakly. "Not our best work, sure. But it works." 

"Can you ask him what his ETA will be?" He should go out into the common room of the house and cut [____] in on the deal. She was busy talking with (or to) Omega about some pictures, sounded like, so Hunter wasn't sure if she'd heard about the possible situation while she was keeping his sister company. About three days or so now, Omega had woken up and stumbled into the rest of the house, notably looking rather miserable. No infectious, sunny smile so early in the morning for a kid her age. No appetite, either. And then the sniffles started, the first big clue of a coming fever. 

His sister was curled up in [____]'s lap, cheek planted on the medic's shoulder as she snuggled into the woman's chest for comfort, the pair loosely wrapped in the blanket together on the two-seater. In [____]'s hands she held her datapad, thumbing through her pictures and showing them to the little, blonde Clone in hopes of distracting and soothing her. "Hah! Look at this one. Cross looks so serious in this one, doesn't he? I'd feel nervous if I was that fruit that had the nerve to be so expensive and spoil so quickly before he had a chance to enjoy them. Those were probably my favorite shots that day we spent on the mining planet." 

It was a beautifully composed shot; Cross was settled on one knee in the shade of one of the shu'ah trees, the other leg kicked out slightly in front of him for balance, the saffron-orange hills of the desert landscape behind him slightly out of focus in the background. The stony expression may have suggested that the marksman was bored of this, or even angry in the picture, to the unfamiliar. But Hunter only sees the concentration in his brother's face, the little, cocky smile that would be hidden by the stock of the 773. 

"Your pick, doc."

"The jogan fruit next!" 

"Yes ma'am." A sharp ping! punctuated the silence after the sniper's purred reply, and the round fruit ruptured with the force of the shot, purple, syrupy juice staining the rock used in the shooting bench Wrecker had built for his brother. 

"Nice shot, Cross. Fifth one, right?" 

"Mm.You know what that means." Echo, Wrecker and [____] shared a little laugh together as Hunter dutifully took another pull from his hydropack. After Crosshair had had his nap, and [____] was certain that Hunter was not flirting with improper hydration anymore after resting inside the Havoc Marauder, they decided to keep everyone accountable; they'd all take sips from their water every fifth shot to keep their fluid levels up. 

Omega picked her head off of [____]'s shoulder slightly to look up at her brother as he came around behind the two of them to look at the photo as well. "Hi, Hunter…" 

"Hey, ad'ika. Sounds like we need to steal [____] from you so she can go help Captain Rex." Hunter said, tenderly smoothing down the little one's hair before laying a kiss into the crown of her hair. 

"He's back then, sounds like. How badly hurt do we think he is?" the medic asks softly as Wrecker picks up their sister, offering to take a turn to cuddle with Omega. Hunter shrugs, "Not sure, he hadn't told Echo, far as I know." 

She stood up, smoothing down her clothing, a tell that she was prepared to get to work. "Might not say 'til we meet him down at the clinic, either. So let's just be prepared for anything."

A recent mantra of sorts that she and the family of Clones had adopted. Their collective future in this galaxy was so uncertain, so unstable, so they should be prepared for the hard, dispiriting stuff. The chance that maybe, possibly, it wouldn't be safe for the Clones here anymore, and they'd have to pack up and leave this spaceport behind in the middle of the night (and [____] would be left behind). But they could also prepare for the possibility of a happier, brighter future. 

A future where maybe, possibly, if they played their cards right… they could all live together, like a family. Damn the Empire: find a way to prevent them from establishing their hold here, and Hunter and his family wouldn't have to spirit away in the night. The seven of them could stay safe here, together; dare they hope for it, forever. 

Echo stepped out of the kitchenette before Hunter spoke, "Okay. We'll walk there with you. Sounds like Rex wants to see a few of us for a "drink" besides just you, kid." She nodded agreeably, sharing a glance with him before Echo jogged into his bedroom to grab a few items. "That's okay. He probably wants to say hi to his brothers; make sure you're all okay and put his mind at ease."

Five of them found Rex pacing anxiously outside her clinic, one hand sweeping through his closely-shaved blonde hair again and again as a means of soothing himself, glancing around. They had to be careful for any possible Imperial walking around at this time. This wasn't exactly a squeaky-clean space port, but it certainly wasn't as seedy as a place like Mos Espa could be. (Or, was that Mos Eisley?) 

Don't call him Captain, don't call him the rank, remember the script, she reminded herself, gently clearing her throat as a warning, walking ahead of the other four, who would enter the clinic after her through a side entrance once she's unlocked the door. "Thank you for being patient, sir. We can step inside and get your prescription for back pains sorted out now that you're off your late shift." 

Rex's shoulders perked sharply, coming to attention now that he knew [____] was here. He could let his guard down slightly, trusting he was in good hands. "Th-thank you, ma'am. I appreciate it, truly. The larger health center couldn't fill the script so soon, and- Maker, not everyone would come back to help someone after they've gone home for the night…I appreciate it." He looked so genuinely relieved, the emotional lilt to Rex's voice was not part of the script. Working open the front door, she let Rex in ahead of her before stepping in afterwards. 

"Glad you're back safe, Rex… They've been worried about you." [____] said, offering a comforting hug, mindful to be ginger since she wasn't sure where he'd been hurt or how bad it was. "'Course, it's not just your little brothers. Otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to help you on the down-low as well as them." 

"I really do appreciate it, [____]." Rex echoed his earlier segment of the script, shoulders slumping further the longer she embraced him. (Stars… how long had it been since he'd last had a friendly hug?) "Should probably go let the others in." Breaching the side entrance once it was unlocked for them, Echo, Tech, Hunter and Crosshair joined Rex in the windowless waiting room, each greeting him. 

Echo and Rex embraced longest, arms tight around their brother. "Good to see you safe, Captain." 

"Glad to see you safe too, Echo." 

Too late, [____] realizes that all the chatter in the waiting room will activate her medi-droid. It's hard to blame the blonde Clone for instinctually raising his blaster in the direction of the warm-up chime.

Ba-bing!

Zrrrr-oop!

"Easy, Captain. That's the droid Tech just repaired for her." Crosshair warns with a gentle chuckle, pushing the muzzle of the DC-17 to aim at the floor instead. 

The 2-1B strides forward, moving smoother than they ever have before to address prospective clients. Tech hadn't just fixed up her medical assistant, but made things better. "Greetings and apologies, but I am afraid we are not open at this time."

[____] laughs, patting the chest plate of the medi-droid fondly to disarm them. "It's just me and a couple of friends, Patch." 

"Oh, Miss [____]! I am sorry, I didn't realize it was you. I woke up so quickly from my charging port I did not get a chance to properly adjust my optical-" Maker, how she missed Patch and the unique way they fretted. Why did she stubbornly avoid breaking that karking warranty for so long? She should have let Tech repair Patch so much sooner. 

"Your droid is nearly finished. We will be able to go back home once I've… replaced this very mangled bolt. Those pirates really did a number on P4TCH." 

"Hey, no worries, Tech. Thank you again for repairing "Patch". I-I know I've been saying it a lot, but I just… While I was gathering things with Hunter last night I saw poor little P4TCH tucked in a corner of my back office and thought about what Crosshair said again. Decided to stop avoiding it and just go to someone I trust, rather than someone on the approved list that was supposedly warranty-friendly." 

"I am happy to help a friend, as I have also kept saying. Besides, I looked at the wait-list…"

"Lemme guess: not quite so reputable like they claim? Or… it would have been a very long wait."

"Yes. And the repair wait-list is currently two standard years out for this droid's manufacturer and provider."

"Shit!"

"That is what I said too. Now… would you like to place the last bolt, [____]?" 

The 2-1B series droid makes a sound that comes across a lot like a soft "oh" that makes the medic chuckle softly as she asks Hunter to get the lights turned on in her back office so she can treat Rex somewhere that offers a lot more privacy than one of the examination rooms with a window to the outside. "It's okay, Patch. Don't worry. You can go back to your charging port while I take care of a friend real quick. I insist." 

It might not end up being a real quick affair, in truth. Rex had requested that Tech and Crosshair show up so they could provide him with advice from their areas of expertise for a future plan he had in mind for the Rebellion to, hopefully, do some serious damage to the Empire.

"What do you mean by selling Echo for 2000 credits!?" Rex roared with disbelief from the other room. Maker, thank the stars she'd invested in soundproofing her clinic after Clone Force 99 had dealt with her little pirate problem. Someone out in the street might have heard him at such a volume, otherwise.

"Er, C-Captain Rex, you missed the extra "zero" at the end here… It should read twenty-thousand credits. Which should be more than enough to acquire weapons on most aftermarkets for the rebel fighters and the liberated Clones from the transport ship who've gone into hiding." Tech offers meekly, ducking his head when [____] steps back into the back office and passes everything off to Hunter with a practiced motion. 

Captain Rex does not look pleased with any of them, least of all the genius. "Th-that doesn't make it better! He is your brother! This is wrong!" 

Echo stays silent, lips thin as they are pressed together while he simply just listens to the Captain ream the entire plan laid out to him. He figured Rex wouldn't like the idea, and had warned Tech but… holy kriff. Crosshair has smartly kept his mouth shut, not saying a word even when spoken to, something Hunter warned her about when [____] got an emergency call from the Captain just twenty minutes ago while enjoying dinner and their company afterwards at the batch's housing.

Captain Rex loved every brother he ever served with, but there'd been a lot of evidence to support him having an especially strong attachment to a few in particular that included Echo.  

"Captain Rex was not afraid to throw punches when Crosshair called Echo "just another Reg" on the mission to find and extract him from the Techno Union if we could back on Skako Minor. It didn't help that Cross questioned Echo's loyalty after being left for dead on another mission during the Clone Wars. Something about a… cannon blast on Lola Sayu, right?"

"I do my best not to blame them: not exactly like they had the best circumstances to look for a body with the kinda hell that operation went to…" Echo said with a shrug, eyes fixed ahead as they took the long way around to her clinic. 

She'd whimpered pitifully at the thought of that. "O-okay that's enough of that… I've heard enough. Can't be a kriffing mess to take care of an emergency patient…" 

[____] has seen since meeting the Captain just how fiercely and deep his protective nature could go and the lengths at which he was willing to keep his brothers safe even if he wasn't their Captain in an official capacity anymore. He's going to shout himself red in the face given his way. She simply motions behind her to Hunter and he drops the item in her hand as she mentions it. "Mind the bacta spray, Rex." 

The blonde Clone hisses sharply when the mist hits the burned skin of his upper arm, breaking him out of his sixth rendition of "you are not going to "sell" Echo dressed as a military prototype droid!" with the shock of the chill, thanks to the cooling agent in the compound. "I did warn you..." [____] murmurs with a sympathetic smile. "Let me know if you're not quite numb in about… five minutes." Hunter keys in the increment into the timer, selecting a sound other than the default. "Can I get you anything to drink for the moment while we wait? Or perhaps a ration bar?" Now that the Captain had taken a moment to calm down, she could see he looked just slightly pale, weary and shaking as the adrenaline flushed itself out of his system. 

Hunter shook his head at the Captain as he began to speak, registering the look he's come to recognize in his significant other with much practice at this point. "No thank you, [____], I'll be-"

"Sorry, but "No" is not an option, Captain." Hunter warns him. He's come a long way since complying to the leftover compulsions of his already lower-than-average adherence to obedience within Clones by using rank quite so habitually like he once did. So has Rex, but sometimes, only sometimes, does he roll out the rank when talking to other survivors of the Clone Wars. "She means business." Hunter adds, nodding his head knowingly at [____]. A nod that tells the Captain to trust him, he knows what he's talking about. 

She understands Hunter's turning the floor back over to her, biting back a grateful smile for his help. "How long's it been since you've had something to eat, Rex?" The uncomfortable silence was enough to tell her it'd been long enough. The "simple recon and supply smuggling" must have gone on longer than the Captain and his other network members had initially anticipated. Or, it had been completed within the timeframe, and he hadn't been taking care of himself since. His blood sugar levels must be low and contributing to the tremor he's developed. "Okay: I see how it is. Need something more than a ration bar, then. Cross? Mind running back and grabbing a plate for Rex?" 

"... sure. I'll be back." he says in a muted voice. He's still acting cagey, not exactly eager in the first place to have walked with Tech down to the clinic when Rex had asked to hear the plan.

"You know your weapons, Crosshair. I want someone I trust to tell me what to look for in the aftermarkets after Tech goes over the plan you boys have pieced together so far." 

The plan had been an exercise of compromise and trust. Hunter, admittedly not much closer than before to coming to a decision in his involvement with confronting the Empire when he was concerned about keeping his sister and now a girlfriend safe and undetected than before the transport ship incident, had come to Echo with an idea on a data drive. 

"Hey, about the Captain's second mission… I'm not going to find myself on a list of brilliant strategists any time soon, but I think it would be a good way for you to assist him. I know you've been asking about how those in hiding now are adjusting. Take a look. See what you think and get back to me on it. I won't be offended if you tell me it's karking stupid." 

"You… you mean it? Even if it really is 'karking stupid'?" Echo had teased him, turning the data drive over in his hand to inspect it.

"I mean it. You wanna help Rex. Don't let me stop you from going just because I'm not quite as ready and decided still." 

Wrecker is the one who comes back with a tidily wrapped plate and a couple of "special short-term rations" instead of Crosshair five minutes after there's an on my way message from the marksman. 

Nodding to the blaster injury, Wrecker mumbles a sympathetic "Hey, Cap'n. That doesn't look good…" before initially handing him the generous portion of Tatooine Terrine and Ahrisa. He hesitates seeing the twisting expression of grief in Rex's face. 

Oh, right: General Skywalker of Tatooine… whatever had happened to him… had been Rex's commanding officer during the Clone Wars. That was a stupid thing to forget that some of his brothers had (oftentimes) taken interest in the native planets of their nat-born Generals. Captain Rex had probably been one of them. "Er… sorry Rex. Maybe you should take one of the vac-sealed sandwiches instead." 

"It's… fine, Wrecker. Just how come you came back with the food when Crosshair went to get it?" The boyish giant just grumbled incoherently while scratching around the back of his head, stepping to the side when [____] needs the sharps bin after giving the Captain a final stim shot. He wasn't sure how to answer, but thankfully she could find a way to satisfy the Captain's inquiry. "Omega doesn't like being home alone. So on the occasion the other five take on a job for credits that takes more than a few days off-planet, she gets to hang out with me and Spoon at my place. Crosshair probably just thought he'd let Wrecker come say hello and do a better job of explaining the vac-sealed rations he's made while keeping Omega company." 

Rex's face morphed into a confused frown. "How come Omega's not-" his gaze swung around to Hunter, eyebrow lifted high, "Omega never misses an opportunity to say hi. Was coming here to the clinic for a simple patch job really too dangerous for her to come along?" (What had happened this time that caused his brother's new-found protective streak to flare up that Omega didn't get to come? He'd hoped to give something to her…)

Hunter's jaw drops to say something, but he's waved off by both [____] and Wrecker. "No, nothing like that, Rex. Poor baby's got a stubborn case of the sniffles and mild fever she's trying to get over. Made it all the way through the usual season of various bugs that come crawling through this little spaceport without a scratch, but guess her luck just ran out." [____] frowns sympathetically, sharing a little look with Hunter. 

He's got shadows under his eyes from not sleeping so well the past two nights back at his place; the door to his bedroom open so he can better keep an ear out for his sister amidst the hum of the humidifier and the drone of the sound machine in her room. Every other little sound from the occasional pawhp! as the house settles to someone shuffling into the kitchen for some water jolts him awake each and every time. 

"Ah," Rex frowns, looking equally sympathetic, "poor little mite. Well, uh, let her know I hope she feels better soon." Maybe he'd give her the item some other time. 

"Can do." [____] promises. "Alright… that should be everything to take care of the blaster burn; anything else I can do for you while you're here, Rex? Afraid I don't have a bacta tank… just yet," she pauses and gives Tech a conspiratorial wink, "but I can probably manage most other things just fine." 

Rex finds Echo's eye before asking one simple question. "JOAT-med?"

"JOAT-med. Good advice and helpful talk-therapy, too." Echo simply confirms, and it suddenly explains a lot to the Captain without the need for additional questions. Hunter can't stop himself from breaking into a wicked grin, so proud of his girlfriend as [____] stood there chuckling nervously with a humble smile at the praise. 

Proud of her ingenuity and creative solutions that, much like some of Tech's ideas, often left him scratching his head. Proud she found resiliency and strength even after the hard, unhappy days time and time again just like Wrecker. Sharing the feelings of pride with Crosshair that some of the sniper's lessons about understanding your limits and knowing how to work with yourself rather than against have stuck (that she'd become more comfortable in being assertive and advocating for herself around Imperials). Proud of both her and Echo for strategizing and initiating that system together in the first place.

Hunter was proud of [____] for so much. 

Stars, he loved her so much. 

[____] pulls the bedding up to Omega's shoulders, running a hand over the youngster's hair soothingly. "Goodnight Omega. Feel better soon, okay? Hope you sleep well, sweetheart." The fever-reducer had successfully made the budding cough settle down enough that she could now get some rest with any luck.

"Goodnight…" Omega mumbles into her pillow, head hardly down long at all before her eyes are closed.

Footsteps soft, the medic plods across the room and turns on the humidifier and sound machine. Swirling, storming waves and thrumming rain. The soundscape is so deeply ingrained in every Clone, no matter how far they were flung across this expansive galaxy. 

When she's done there, she turns down the hall to her right from Omega's door and joins Hunter in the back bedroom, knowing exactly where she'll find him. The new, level-footed desk, gazing at the artwork hung above it on a freshly repainted wall.

A butterfly and a beautiful flower native to Kashyyyk. 

Soothing Sage. 

He's so absorbed in the line art Tech had rendered from his record of the joint-effort doodle she had made with Omega in the past that she's not immediately acknowledged when she steps in. "Heeeey, handsome… Omega should hopefully be sleeping soon. Came to say goodnight before I head home, Hunter." 

Hunter now looks at her, a soft pinch in his brows to go with the longing look that washes over every feature. The glance over his shoulder as he turns sideways in his chair to better face her is not missed. The neatly made bed is clothed in two beautiful shades of green that have replaced the old sheets. The second pillow he keeps next to his up against the headboard. The quilted, jewel-tone weighted blanket sits on top of the footlocker at the end of his bed; the expensive one with cooling technology she'd gotten for him to make their nights apart easier the longer they've been together. He hasn't used it the past two nights since his sister's gotten sick, however. 

"Could I convince you to stay…?" Hunter doesn't want her to leave - he never does, that is far from new but it is especially true tonight. The sunken skin and discoloration under his dark eyes adds to the persuasive power of the doleful and pleading look she's fixed with. He needs sleep. Not a nap here and there throughout the day to make up for the lack of adequate rest, but proper sleep. He looks at [____] imploringly, trying to find a compromise or some suggestion to break her silence while she stands over him, pinching open a blister packet to a mild painkiller tucked in one of the drawers as he's seated at the desk. 

She's mulling over her answer as she tries to prevent a headache for Hunter before it properly takes hold. (If he thought he'd hidden all the signs that the odor of the disinfectant was triggering a headache from her, he was mistaken.) 

She shrugs softly. "Maybe."

"At least… until I'm sure Omega's asleep?" he asks, hoping to quash the desperation he feels surging in him, the glimmer of hope in potentially convincing her. [____] plants the pearlescent pill in the palm of his hand, tucking his fingers around it. "I'll think about it while you take this, okay?" Hunter nods softly and obediently gets up to collect some water from the kitchen sink when she gives him a look to remind him he's not meant to dry-swallow the medication. "Right-right, sorry; old battlefield habits. I'll be right back."

Crosshair clears his throat softly from the neighboring room once he hears that Hunter left and shortly after something has him distracted in or near the kitchen. "You, uh... need some help with that, vod?"

"Hey. Doc." 

"Yeah, Cross?" She side-steps an inch closer to the wall, hearing the marksman do the same. She can imagine the roll of his eyes even through the wall as he speaks. "I'll keep an ear out for Omega tonight. Make sure the idiot gets some sleep, [____]." 

She blinks, surprised. "You're staying up?"

"Putting together more information for Echo to give to Captain Rex. I'll drop by your place and make sure your Tooka's fed if it means you stay." 

"Cross..." [____] sighs gently, touched. She'd been debating running home to grab some sleepwear and set Spoon up with food and water for the night in case she'd forgotten before joining her boyfriend and his family for dinner after hitting the 'fresher at home. She knew Hunter must really need that sleep if Crosshair was volunteering to deal with Spoon. 

Crosshair was getting slightly more insistent with the medic now. "I mean it, [____]. I will." 

"Okay, okay… I'll stay. Thank you. I hope she won't give you trouble." Spoon was getting more used to the snarky sniper, but she wasn't exactly curling up in his lap like when Hunter came to visit, either. 

The marksman chuckles gently. "Don't worry about me." Both hear Hunter returning from the kitchenette and slowly ease the door open down the hall to poke his head in Omega's room. He'd be back soon. "G'night, doc."

"Goodnight, Cross." [____] calls after him as he steps from his room, squeezing past Hunter as his brother carefully plods down to the end of the hall and pulls open the door. 

Kriff, he's adorable when he pouts. "O-oh," Hunter stammers when he steps back into his bedroom, watching as she hinges at the waist and hoists the heavy, jade-green blanket up on the bed, "so you're going home, then…?" Blanket meant he'd be sleeping solo and he hadn't convinced her this time. Dammit. 

But she surprises him; shaking her head, pulling the second, quilted cover across the bed once she's gotten it unfolded and dropping the second pillow he kept around for her near his before she drops to sit on the side of the bed. "No; I'm staying. Come on in and close the door, handsome. Crosshair offered to keep an ear out for your sister so you can get some sleep." Her dominant hand reaches to tenderly caress the side of his face when he comes closer and sits beside her, the pad of her thumb gingerly sweeping over the sensitive skin under his eyes. His eyes flutter closed and his head leans into the steady, trustworthy hand that cradles it. He trusts her so absolutely. Wholly. 

If you had told this son of Kamino that one day he'd leave his mother-world and find someone he would trust outside of his brothers (all of them really, but especially "his" batch) with his very life, Hunter would've looked at the wall full of tallies and just shaken his head. "Cute, but I don't think so. That's not really for me." A hundred-percent success rate didn't come with trusting so carelessly. Not just anyone could step into his accelerated life and offer to help take care of his brothers. A sister in the sea of perhaps a million brothers with "unaltered" first generation DNA. Himself.

"Y'know… I realized something." 

"Yeah, what's that?" 

"Wrecker was the one who put that hole in the panel in the attack shuttle's medbay, right? I know he and Tech tried to fix it, but-"

"Oh, yeah. Big guy and the nerd started getting antsy about it after I wasn't able to keep anything down by day six. Panel was just too kriffed and the scanner results were screwy. I started to get violent and paranoid-" 

"And that's when-"

"Tech found us the nearest planet with a small but highly recommended medical center to see if they would help." 

It felt too twisted and upsetting to credit the parasite that was trying to kill his brother with how their life ended up now. It felt like blame to thank Wrecker's moment of distress in ruining a part of their ship that forced them to seek out external help. Would it be appropriate to thank the mysterious power and the strange workings and will found in the Force, perhaps? Who really knew; who could really say? (In the end, did he really care about trying to puzzle that out when the sensation of her fingers in his hair felt so heavenly?)

At some point in time while he'd been lost in his thoughts, he found he'd been relieved of the red bandana, and it was neatly laid aside on the bedside furniture on top of his datapad. "[____]..." he moans breathlessly, his upper body melting against hers involuntarily when her hands reach to cradle the back of his head. "I don't have a headache, sweetheart…" 

She shushes him softly with a sage smile. "Uh-huh. Tell me to stop, then." Not expecting to be challenged, Hunter sits there, growing increasingly more dependent on her supporting him upright the longer he's silent. Every. Kriffing. Time she plays with his hair, nails grazing across his scalp and fingers trailing through his hair from root to end, he ends up falling asleep. He doesn't know how she does it. Not even Omega could figure it out when she tried doing the same for one of his headaches since [____] tried showing her how the day she didn't open her clinic and went with them to that mining planet instead. 

But Maker help him if he was going to ask her to stop. "Yeah… that's what I thought, handsome. Lay down now. Time to get some sleep." She turns off the bedside light after nudging him to scoot towards the wall, not bothering to change out of her comfortable clothing since showering a second time that night to rid herself of the antibac and disinfectant smells. She was so considerate of his heightened senses, gestures like these never failed to make him feel so loved. Cared for. 

And he felt so protected on the rare occasion his girlfriend pulled a role-reversal on nights like tonight, making him the little spoon in bed, one arm tucked around his waist comfortably, the other up near his head with her hand in his hair as she laid her cheek against his shoulder blade. "We really should to get you a pair of sleep clothes to keep here, one of these- ohhh kriff…" Hunter bites down the moan under his breath when her hands went from root to end at the top of his head, feeling the tension melt out of his neck and jaw at last. 

[____] had done this the night she and Hunter had gone to the concert for her favorite intergalactic band and he spent the night at her place instead of his. Echo, Tech and Omega had kicked him out of the house for the day so they could put a fresh coat of paint on his walls without the odor becoming bothersome for the expert tracker. Crosshair and Wrecker had tasked themselves with getting some new furniture and putting it together. The music group wasn't exactly his taste in music, perhaps, but Hunter vaguely recognized a song or two. 

He'd just been happy to spend time together with her. Hear that word out of her mouth for the first time, too, in reply to another concert-goer over the thumping bass and vocals.

"Hey, your friend has a pretty sick tattoo!" 

"Oh, he's not my friend! But yes, my boyfriend's tattoo is pretty "sick"!" 

Boyfriend. 

He no longer avoided calling [____] the same in kind; girlfriend. The word came so naturally, tugging his lips into a smile nearly every time. By Kamino's endless seas… Hunter loved her so much. 

"Picking up a bacta shipment for my girlfriend, her name is-" 

"Oh, really flattered, but I have a girlfriend and I'm very happy with her… And my brothers and sister really like her too." 

"Hey, buddy, you best step off if you know what's good for you, I heard she's taken." Someone stopped him in the shipyards once when she was getting ready to board her medical vessel, having volunteered herself to a week off-planet in assisting with intergalactic humanitarian efforts against a virus that was only affecting certain species. "Yeah, taken one of my shirts that I need later in the week, it turns out. That's my girlfriend." Hunter had returned the favor, drawing himself to his full height and leaning forward in the man's face to intimidate him. 

The man's warning was no noble act, because in truth he had been the one sniffing around [____]'s clinic and the shipyards with potentially ulterior, malicious motives. She had voiced her concerns on a couple of occasions that something about this creep was setting her teeth on edge every time she saw him. She very well could have been right about the man. Thankfully they never found out, because he'd never troubled her again to Hunter's knowledge.

"Sorry, Hunter! Gimme one second!" 

"No rush, mesh'la. I understand you're making sure you have everything you need to make people feel better. Like say after a bad fall." 

"What was that, handsome?" She hadn't heard the growled threat the unorthodox Clone had leveled the other man's way, and he hoped to keep it that way. Not out of shame, necessarily. Just didn't see the point in reminding her about the nuisance. 

There were more important things to remind [____] of, before he was completely asleep. (Maker, how was she so good at this?) "Mm... mesh'la?" 

"Yes, Hunter?" 

"Does Cross know to give Omega another dose in six hours?" 

"Wow…" she chuckles softly, a pleasant, almost tickling sensation he can feel through her chest against his back, "thinking of trying to sleep in tomorrow, are we?" Hunter yawns, wiggling deeper into the new mattress before he'll fall asleep very shortly. "For now…" 

"Heh. We'll see about that. Goodnight, handsome." [____] remarks knowingly, tucking her hand under her head as she too made herself comfortable. They're laying there, still and content, for several minutes before someone cuts the thread of silence one last time before sleep takes them both.

"No matter what the galaxy brings or where the future takes us… I love you." 

"I love you, too. Nothing in the galaxy will stop me from doing so…" the other promises before they both fall asleep and dream of their future together. 

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Note from Frost: Well, that’s all folks. :’) With a hopefully nice ending for you to imagine for yourselves just how sickly sweet your happily ever after with Hunter ends up. 🩷  

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reposting from instagram, do not fucking doxx me:

You know the drill. @blackbirdinfoshop [in Kingston, NY], March 16th, talking bout herbs and ancestors and tarot and shit. Come thru, we love you and are definitely not planning to transform anyone into a sentient airbrushed van.

Bring a cool stick if desired for arts & crafts.

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- @thegodwhocums & @flamingkorybante

ETA: This should be "Sorcerous Arts Society," not "Collective." In our defense we are very sleepy.

#Hudson Valley Sorcerous Arts Society #personal #magick #witchery #wizard club #rocket tag #events

[verybigdinosour]

Accidental post!!!

Aaaahhhh whyyyyyy

Status: Captured

Arthur's note: this story is about Mich meeting the space riders, sorry if it looks like I'm bouncing around his story.

I'll have y'all decide whose space riders OC meets Mich.

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Mich stands there looking at the blacked out window in front of him. He could sense that there were critters at the other side of the window looking back at him. Mich then looks down.

Mich: "*sigh*, what have you gotten yourself into..."

Mich doesn't know where they are taking him or what will happen to him, but he knows it's not going to be good. It's been fifty minutes since Mich woke up, when he awoke he found himself standing on a device that prevented him from moving and stripped from his gear. Mich hoped they took his ship with them, for if Mich manages to escape he would have a ride.

6 Hours Ago

Mich was orbiting a planet's moon waiting for his probe to finish mining ore on the moon. As for why Mich was not on the moon, both the planet and the moon were completely covered in red smoke. Mich doesn't know what it is but he senses that the red smoke is not good. Mich would sometimes see this red smoke on other planets and would give off the same feeling, not good, not safe. So Mich would usually avoid these planets covered in red smoke. But not this one, Mich was sent here on a collecting mission for somecritter.

Al-ex: "Warning, three patrol ships have been detected exiting hyperspace."

Mich: "Great."

After hearing this, Mich told his probe to return back to the ship quickly. The probe started to return back to the ship but the probe's ETA ("estimated time of arrival" for those who don't know) would be ten minutes, another thing that worried Mich is that there was nowhere to hide while waiting for the probe, and Mich didn't feel like hiding in the red smoke. Mich hoped they wouldn't ask too many questions if they found him.

Mich spotted the patrol ships flying by, it wouldn't be long for the patrol ships to spot Mich and start flying towards him. Things couldn't be anymore perfect for Mich.

Patrol 1: "This is [space rider patrol] calling to unknown ship, do you know that this place is unsafe and restricted to be at, right?"

Mich: "oh.. uh.. I didn't know this place was restricted."

Patrol 3: "Then why are you here?"

Mich: "I'm waiting for a friend, he told me to wait here."

Al-ex: "*not being picked up in the call* Probe ETA, five minutes."

Patrol 1: "Well then, tell your friend they should pick a different spot to meet up alright?"

Mich: "Yes, right, I'll for sure tell them."

Patrol 1: "Great, you're free to go."

Patrol 2: "Not so fast, can you show us some identification."

Patrol 1: "Why identification? He's free to go."

Patrol 2: "To you, can't be too safe nowadays, well unknown ship?"

Mich: "uh.. Here's my identification."

Mich then sends them a fake identification that he prepared for these types of situations.

Al-ex: "Probe ETA, two minutes."

Patrol 3: "You're wasting time [patrol 2]."

Patrol 2: "can it."

Mich was starting to get nervous, will they see through his fake ID? Mich though. After a little while, Mich spotted his probe flying towards his ship.

Patrol 3: "Is that a probe?"

Patrol 2: "what? I think it i- huh? It has a drill, he's illegally mining!"

After hearing this Mich fired a missile at the patrol, the missile was an EMP ("electromagnetic disturbance" for those who don't know") that will disable their ship for a few minutes depending on their technology. After Mich's probe docked on his ship he started up his hyperdrive and entered hyperspace.

Al-ex: "Warning, two patrol ships are trailing."

This is bad, very bad, Mich though. After hearing this Mich then exited hyperspace and flew to a nearby platen, the planet he chose had very dense clouds that were very hard to see through and scramble radar. After entering the planet Mich then entered the clouds, Mich was flying straight down to the planet. This was very dangerous but Mich knew when to pull up, because he uses this planet to practice his maneuverability. Mich then exited the clouds and was met with sharp rocks coming out of the ground of the planet surface. Mich then pulled up and started avoiding the rocks, barreling left, barreling right, this would make a critter very sick but not for Mich.

After avoiding the rocks Mich made it to a clearing and stabilized his ship. Mich was looking around trying to see if the two patrol ships were still following him, nothing, or so he thought. Mich was then hit with an EMP making his ship stop flying, he was then tractor beam which made his ship stop dead in its tracks. Little did Mich knew there was a panel that came loose behind him, from all the barreling, and after stopping so abruptly the panel flew towards the cockpit window and then hitting Mich in the face, knocking him unconscious. Seems Mich didn't account for the space riders advance technology.

End.

(here's a song I think would fit the scene, fly into a planet, avoiding obstacles, while being chased, skip to 1:50 to hear it)

#space riders au #my art #Spotify

[chalkrevelations]

There’s ... something I can’t quite put my finger on yet with Kim, but I think it has something to do with Ep 5′s scene with Kim and Tankhun, which doesn’t give us a lot on its face, but has a ton of potential undercurrents that could play out and is super interesting placed in an ep that also has Kim talking to Chay about Porsche. I mean, Kim’s still a fk’n creepster preying on a kid who just wants to go to music school - and relatedly, I’ve seen some dithering about how young Barcode is to be playing romantically opposite Jeff (even though Jeff is playing younger, and I think Barcode may be playing slightly older?), and there’s also this kind of dreadfully awkward vibe between them that could maybe be an acting and directing choice, because Barcode seems much more comfortable and natural in his scenes with Apo, at least so far. I hope it’s not an actor chemistry issue, because I gotta say I think it really works at this initial part of the relationship, because it plays up Kim’s creepsterhood, but it might be an issue if it continues too far into the show. But, yes, I see what you did there, show, putting Kim manipulating his target practically back-to-back with the scenes of Vegas manipulating his target, don’t think I missed it. With Porsche, it’s the motorcycle and with Chay it’s the music, but either way it’s bait, so what are we saying about all of the Theerapanyakul men, here, hmm? But Vegas in this ep is his own post, I think.

ANYWAY, I have to wonder what they’re saying putting Kim’s scene with his own big brother in the same ep when he’s going to drill Chay for info about his big brother, because obviously Kim’s got his own little agenda, but then he also has to listen to Chay wax rhapsodic about Porsche in this kind of starry-eyed hero-worship way that sees Porsche as perfect in a way that Kim absolutely cannot have with his own big brother(s) (at least at this point, if he ever did in the past). And I have to wonder if that’s part of why Chay catches him with that song at the end. The lyrics that get emphasized by showing us the written version are “Because of you, no matter what obstacles are coming, I will continue to move forward / As long as there is a hug, even if it is uncomfortable.” So who was that kind of support for Kim in the past? Maybe more importantly who is Kim being that kind of support for now, in the present? Because I look at the scene between Kim and Tankhun, and I have to ask myself what kind of undercover shenanigans these two have going on right now, under everyone else’s noses? I mean, Tankhun accuses Kim of spying and asks him “Aren’t you dead, yet?” and Kim’s not the least bit offended by it, and while it could just be that he’s making allowances for his eccentric older brother, there’s points here where Tankhun is maintaining - for him, at least - much more tightly than we may have seen him maintain anywhere else up until now (ETA: other than when he whacks Vegas upside the head for being mean to his other little brother), and this includes when he asks Kim, “Did you get anything,” which Kim won’t answer, but they then spend an awfully long time side-eyeing each other, but not in a particularly antagonistic way, just like they’re maybe feeling each other out. I think significantly, they “run into” each other at night, showing that Kim’s been skulking around the mansion all afternoon, while Big Daddy has been dressing down Kinn, and this happens out at the fish pond. Yes, there’ll be security footage - we know this from Porsche peeing in the pond - but there’s no indication that there’s any kind of sound monitoring, so no one will be able to hear what they’re talking about out here, which you can’t guarantee in the living quarters. There’s a distinct lack of actual antagonism anywhere here, and Kim is very wry about the whole thing, at the same time that he’s not getting exercised at all about Thankhun’s various quirks.

Seriously, y’all. What is going on between these two, what kind of understanding do they have, and why is Kinn significantly not a part of it? We get no indication that Kim even sees, let alone speaks to Kinn despite skulking around the house all afternoon - or maybe coming back later that night just to “run into” Tankhun. I’m also wondering how much Tankhun is playing up his eccentricities at other times, and how much this is his escape hatch from having to play the mafia heir role that Kinn has now inherited, if Tankhun is too crazy to do it properly. Meanwhile, Kim has supposedly peaced out entirely and isn’t available for that role. It’s almost enough to make me feel sorry for Kinn and his sob story about how he’s been forced from the cradle to beat up old guys and do murders. (Cool motive, still murder.)

At any rate, I’m wondering what it must be like for Kim, to hear this breathless description of Chay’s amazing older brother, at the same time that he not only can’t look to his own older brother for protection (or can he? I’m telling you, I want to know what Tankhun has going on) but has kind of taken on the protector role, himself, if he sees what he’s doing as beneficial.

Anyway, last thought on this is wth, Porsche? Chay may think you’re the perfect big bother, but you have clearly neglected any kind of Stranger Danger discussion with him. You know better than to give your phone to Kinn in Ep 1 when you’re standing there looking right at him, but Chay doesn’t know any better than to let some rando from the internet walk out of the room with his phone?

#kim theerapanyakul #tankhun theerapanyakul #kimchay #kinnporsche #also a tiny bit #vegas theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd

[swhurtcomfort]

Hey, if you're still taking whumptober asks (I know you're a busy person so if all your slots have been filled please feel free to ignore this) but I would humbly like to request Anakin Skywalker with either 21 with blood-matted hair or 27 with whatever you choose. Whatever you feel like writing, or if you feel like this at all, it's totally up to you^^ Thank you sweetness your writing is amazing!

So clearly I fell off the Whumptober wagon. but I still really appreciated & wanted to answer this very kind request 💕 Happy Star Wars Day, and May the Fourth be with you!

[Whumptober 2021 Day #21 theme was  blood-matted hair | pressure | bleeding through bandages ]

In the end, Obi-Wan had nearly stepped on him.

“Come in, Rex,” he managed to mumble into his commlink. “Anakin’s here. Transmitting our coordinates.” 

There was no time for honorifics and titles, and no time for details. Obi-Wan knelt by the form he had nearly tripped over, half-buried in the jungle underbrush. After he’d crash-landed his ship (again), Anakin had been missing for just under 16 hours. Clone crews had swept the entire area surrounding the wreck, but Anakin had seemingly wandered away from the site of the impact and found himself somewhere dark and cool (and damp and dirty) to collapse from his injuries.

That behavior alone made Obi-Wan wary about a head injury, and a quick examination confirmed this theory. There was a significant amount of blood soaking the back of Anakin’s head, some fresh, some long dried and matted into his hair.

“Anakin? Can you hear me?” he asked.

“Hmm,” Anakin responded.

Even small head wounds bleed more than you’d expect. This knowledge had been drilled into Obi-Wan over years of combat training, and he knew better than to judge the severity of the wound by the amount of blood. Unfortunately, it was hard to see where the bleeding was coming from. He held the penlight from his kit between his teeth as he carded his fingers through Anakin’s hair, searching, which drew a pitiful whine of protest.

“I’m sorry, Anakin,” said Obi-Wan softly. “Help is coming.”

He eased a folded spare cloak under Anakin’s head and rested his hand gingerly under the bend of Anakin’s jaw to feel the pulse there, sluggish and weak. He quietly reported his findings to Rex via commlink, hoping that Kix and the other medics on duty would be prepared for their arrival. 

Obi-Wan continued to use the penlight to search for other injuries. There was a gash torn through Anakin’s upper left sleeve, but the abrasion underneath looked like it was only skin-deep. He’d bitten his lower lip badly as well, but it would heal with bacta. Although his breaths were shallow, there was no coughing or wheezing. Anakin’s head seemed like the only worrisome thing.

He didn’t think Anakin was awake until he felt a gloved hand grab his wrist.

“Hey,” Anakin mumbled.

“Hey.”

Obi-Wan shifted from crouching to kneeling by Anakin’s head and returned the grip on his hand.

“Crashed another ship.”

“So I see.”

“I thought–I wasn’t sure if–” Anakin’s bloodied lip made him slur his words. “Glad you’re here, Master.”

“Yes, well, I believe I owed you a debt after that business on Felucia.”

“Hmm,” Anakin snorted softly. “You’re like a father to me, Obi-Wan. I love you. Should’ve told you that more.”

Obi-Wan’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. For a moment, he couldn’t bear to reply. He quietly leaned over to his commlink and asked Rex for an ETA.

“Don’t get sappy,” Obi-Wan finally whispered. “You’ve lost a lot of blood–might be concussed too for all I know. But Kix will patch you up.”

“Okay,” Anakin mumbled.

#whumptober2021 #blood matted hair #hurt anakin #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #tcw era #this is a happy ending if anyone is wondering #head injury #@bloodyfeverdreams

[cosmicdreamgrl]

shuffle your ‘on repeat’ and post the first 10 songs!! tagged by the lovely @cordiallyfuturedwight 🫶💖

psa: i would've done this sooner but then i got sick & such, we know the drill lol

ETA by NewJeans

Cut by Tori Kelly

Pina Colada by Boys World

New Dance by XG

Taxi by Jo Yuri

Novocaine by The Band Camino

I Think About You All The Time by The Maine

Wendy by Maisie Peters

Rush by Troye Sivan

Speed Drive by Charli XCX

not tagging anyone because i'm sure everyone else has gotten to this by now

#tag game

[laikuh]

in a smut writing mood. you know the drill.

eta: can probably fill prompts for

deanjohn

deanbobby

sammary

#i can probably fill three prompts with the way i'm feeling? #this is kind of the window #i'll take deanjohn or deanbobby #and i do have a samdeanna prompt in my inbox already for share the spoils that maybe i'll work on too #but that's a little more involved anon bc it's part of the series so if it's not answered today #that's why #i forgot to put sammary in the tags but if i add them there now they'll be buried by the others so #eta it to the main body

[cookinguptales]

OKAY I'm calling it. The Rainbow Connection Tarot overwhelmingly won the vote, and that doesn't surprise me! A lot of you follow me because of the Muppets and honestly, it's a gorgeous deck. I really love it.

That said, it is a major arcana-only deck, too, so if you'd prefer a reading with a full deck, please make that clear in your request and I'll use a different deck for you. For most of you, though, I think major arcana will probably be sufficient.

(Those are the popular cards. lmao)

ETA: It is also upright only! Which again, makes it a non-traditional reading experience, but I think does suit The Muppets!

Anyway! If you would like a reading, please send me an ask requesting one. If you are anonymous, please make sure you put something in your request to identify you. (like idk an emoji or something.) I'll just be doing a basic 3-card spread, but if you have something specific in your mind re: your reading, you can tell me and I'll make it be specific in my mind as well. lmao

(I'm not psychic, this is all for funsies, etc. You know the drill.)

Anyone who gets an ask to me before I wake up tomorrow morning can have a reading, though I might not be able to post them all until tomorrow if this proves to be as popular as last time. Either way, once we're done with this round I'll make a post about the deck itself and talk about what I like about it!

and... go

#and next month I'll give y'all some more warning #tarot shenanigans

[meanmisscharles]

I know the most popular headcanon for Ed is ADHD, or something similar, but my PoC of A Certain Age take is one I haven't seen a lot of.

He reminds me of when you go to a wealthy white setting as a kid and you have "don't touch anything, they'll think you're stealing," drilled into your head, or being at the house of the kid whose parents can afford ALL the shit you maybe, might possibly get ONE of for a birthday and you have to hold back a bit.

Well, obviously, Ed is there to steal! Obviously, at this point in his career, Ed can get whatever he wants! I think the difference with Stede is that at their meeting, they are very much two boys, thrown together on a weird playdate and all of Ed's "Mum said don't" rules don't matter.

Another rule my cohort heard a lot was "Don't tell Those People all our family business!"

Ed, if course, is telling Stede All Of His (Pirate) Family Business immediately. He's GIDDY with how much of PoC Survival Tactics 101 don't seem to matter in the moment.

Another moment that I feel like I see this ideology, but in reverse, is at the school. The sock folding was very "Don't give Those People a reason to Get After You!" Keep your head down. Do what you're told and "Don't Make Me Have To Come Up To That School!"

Once Stede fucks off and he's back on the Revenge, I don't believe he's trying to Be Like Stede. I think he's being himself, in a way that isn't piratey, or colonialist. I keep thinking that Depression Robe Ed would be at home with the tribe Stede met, where he could rest his head in an elder's lap and talk about feelings.

So, I don't really see Ed as having a rapidly shifting attitudes, or "masking" - to me, he's working inside and outside of blurred and bright color lines.

ETA: Calico Jack is that friend your mom doesn't want in her house and Ed thought he could show Stede the hood shit they get into, when Stede just wants Ed to come back and play something on his new Atari console with him.

#ofmd

[thelensofyashunews]

NEMZZZ DROPS DELUXE VERSION OF DEBUT MIXTAPE DO NOT DISTURB FEATURING COLLABORATIONS WITH LIL YACHTY, HEADIE ONE, K-TRAP AND MORE

The prolific Manchester rapper Nemzzz drops 4 new tracks in a swift follow up to his debut mixtape DO NOT DISTURB which landed on Friday. Collaborating with rap heavyweights from both sides of the Atlantic, the Deluxe is set to be a huge breakout moment for the 19-year-old rapper.

New cut ‘IT’S US’ features Atlanta’s bubblegum trap innovator Lil Yachty, who first connected with Nemzzz on seeing his ‘8AM IN MANNY’ freestyle, the much-anticipated collaboration sees a new side of Nemzzz as he raps over an ethereal, relaxed synth-driven production. Bouncy cut ‘I KNOW YOU CARE’ sees Nemzzz go toe-to-toe with Tottenham drill trailblazer Headie One. South-London rap auteur K-Trap features on the siren-like ‘MAYFAIR’. Final track ‘GET MONEY’ sees Nemzzz rap on the importance of hard work over a lively beat by long-time collaborator Zel.

Nemzzz’s debut mixtape DO NOT DISTURB landed on Friday to acclaim from NME (4*), Hypebeast UK, Wonderland, NOTION, DMY, Acclaim and support from Spotify (Global Hip-Hop Cover, Rap UK Cover), Soundcloud (Album of the Week), Apple Music, YouTube Music and more. The 11-track tape is Nemzzz’s most expansive drop to date, an exploration of how the young artist is shaped by his upbringing and his fame. 

Marrying bars laced with Nemzzz’s wicked sense of humour, earworm hooks and a raw soulful-drill production - DO NOT DISTURB is set to cement Nemzzz’s status as the new titan of UK Rap. Opening with late night confession ‘REFLECTION’, Nemzzz raps with real bite about the pitfalls of social media activism. New single ‘ETA’ sees Nemzzz unite with German rap heavyweight Luciano. Recent single ‘PTSD’ splices a haunting vocal flip with a laid-back production from Zel, as Nemzzz turns teacher once more - speaking on how he uses his music as catharsis to process his feelings. The cut landed last month to a co-sign from Central Cee. The shimmering, jazz inflected ‘L’S’ arrived in January to acclaim from the likes of The Observer, Fader, CRACK, NME spins across BBC Radio 1, 1Xtra and more.

Atmospheric, intense cut ‘DOOM’ gives way to the relaxed groove of playful love song ‘STAR SIGN’. On ‘NEED YOU’, Nemzzz rides out the ups and downs of a toxic relationship. ‘REASSURANCE’ melds ghostly vocal samples with a stripped back production as Nemzzz reassures his girl he’d drop her off for her ‘nails, hair, lash appointment too’. Nemzzz picks up the pace on ‘VENICE’ featuring rising rapper JayG. Title track ‘DND’ details how the run-up to the project was filled with hostile haters and the need to cut off day one friends. Rounding out the tape is ‘MONEY AND VIBES’, which sees Nemzzz bring UK flavour to a flip of Justin Timberlake’s ‘Rock Your Body’. The single topped the A list at 1Xtra on release last year and continues to rack up over +1M streams a week. 

Nemzzz is one of the most exciting breakout rap talents of recent years. An old head on young shoulders, Nemzzz is relatable in a different way than a lot of his rap peers; driven less by punchlines about Birkin bags and more by the challenge of helping his young fans navigate their way through growing pains. The rapper is shaped by his tough upbringing in Gorton, using his music to reflect on his experiences including heartbreak, fake friends, financial literacy, finding your own path, and managing mental health amid social media addiction.

The DO NOT DISTURB tape follows a massive 2023 for the young star with a consistent slate of releases including his debut EP Nemzzz Type Beat (which was pulled together in just 17 days in a flex of his innate talents) alongside a string of singles including ‘Therapy’ (Spotify Rap UK Cover) and ‘8AM IN MANNY’ which landed to props from some of the biggest rappers in the world - Drake and Lil Yachty. Last year saw Nemzzz deliver his first sold-out headline tour alongside performances at festivals including Glastonbury, Ibiza Rocks and more. 

Nemzzz will be heading out on his second headline tour this Spring with dates across the UK and Ireland. He will be kicking off in Dublin on 30th April and culminating in a homecoming show on 7th May in Manchester. With three dates already sold out - the tour is set to be another huge smash for the young star. TICKETS/MORE INFO

Since bursting onto the scene at the tender age of 14, Nemzzz has relentlessly chipped away at his craft – building steady buzz amongst the industry, media and fans alike. With over 180M combined streams in 2023, 9 Million TikTok views, tips including BBC Radio 1xtra's Hot For 2023, Amazon Music x Hunger Magazine Ones To Watch, No Signal Class of ’23, Best Newcomer Nominee MOBO Awards 2022, plaudits from Pitchfork, The Face, DAZED, The Guardian, HYPEBEAST, CLASH, Complex UK and NME - Nemzzz is making serious moves.

#nemzzz #uk musician #uk rapper #uk rap #uk #united kingdom #drill rap #drill rapper #drill #sex drill #music #spotify #youtube #artist #musician #soundcloud #rapper #culture #rap #art #Spotify

[someonestole15]

Chemical imbalance

Interstellar.

Feels like being torn apart atom by atom, to a steady deceleration as the drive spools back down and the cloud sends us through to the system beyond. A moment to recalibrate to the artificial gravity, a sinking feeling in the stomach, I guided the ship away from the entry point and towards the nearby moon.

Should hide our signals for now, the purple nebula fought with the star for light we drifted across the dark side of the moon. Breathe, you are in clear waters for now, I lifted my arm away from the throttle and watched it shiver from the adrenaline, slowly recovering back to its steady self. Back to the matter at hand, Valkyrie caught a message coming from an Empire proxy satellite, hidden underneath several layers of encryption. Running it through the ships computer and encryption software should only take a moment.

>>ICE Breaker active… Checking for updates… Check cancelled by user… Proceeding… >>Processing… >>Decryption complete. Displaying in text: She will guide you, coordinates attached.

“Seems to be an Empire site outside the city itself, ETA 30 minutes.”

“You mind flying?”

“Not at all.”

Need a moment to think through things and come up with a plan if things go sideways. Through the cockpit and into the cargo bay, I took a seat opposite the armory and closed my eyes as I put out a query for anything related to Taika. The coordinates placed us closer to the edge of the city in an industrial sector, mainly focused on drilling and purifying water deep in the planets crust, the colony itself was now a tourist attraction in the middle of the capital, many tall buildings around it mainly focused on business and luxury. Zen Peaks kept appearing on the data files, a district name perhaps.

The industrial complex owned by Puretech Logistics, the area sees routine android maintenance crews; I guess Nikolas did his research as well. Can never have too many allies in a world like this, chaotic and on a brink of collapse…

Nothing that cannot be fixed with hard work and soldering iron… relax, with the civilian population and independent nature of the colony and the now surrounding city means Black Ocean cannot simply roll in and declare martial law to turn the place upside down.

Keep a low profile, certainly an item on the list, I looked through the weapons in the armory and grabbed the Phoenix from the racks. Still warm, unfortunately keeping a low profile relies on silence almost as much as keeping a finger off the trigger. Glitch across my vision, I fell to the floor as my comms spiked up with a faint voice that seemed almost too familiar.

Since when has that been an issue, you have asked for help many a time but now you refuse to even carry us… Do you even remember why we are here?

I do… and I might have an idea to continue keeping you along.

Once again the dark with the floor coated in water, hallucinations or a messed up dream, hard to say.

Oh please, you know where you are, we gave you our promise and you did the same for us. If the current form of the tool is unsuited, then change it. You have repaired the Phoenix before, into a weapon capable of tearing through armor and flesh alike, what is stopping you from doing so now? Tell us what you need.

Quiet.

Understandable, the path to that might be difficult in normal conditions but these are not ones… Modify, adapt and let us loose again, it is what you owe us.

Flashes of a green flame, a lighter barrel on a darkened frame, and the fangs of a venomous snake carved across the barrel… I see now, I understand what you are saying.

Wake up to Valkyrie telling me we were closing in on the planet. Something heavy in my hand that was not there before, the Phoenix had changed. Spares in my other hand, the old barrel replaced with a heavy helical silencer, a match trigger and a modernized hammer to avoid being caught on clothing when drawn, all of it marked with deep, almost black emerald tint.

Venom. Let it run like rivers. Still balanced but lighter, I thought to myself as I placed the revolver into my holster. Phoenix no more, a new name appeared on my HUD as I headed into the cockpit. Taipan, hide in the grass and wait to strike, I took a seat behind Valkyrie and got myself connected to the ships systems again.

“We’re on approach. Nothing on scope so far other than standard cargo haulers, they have given us some weird looks but nothing hostile.” Above the taiga, sparse forests and hills rolling beyond vision, the terraforming efforts had certainly taken good hold of the terrain.

“Good. I got comms. How are the new engines?”

“Rapid for sure, but they need to be calibrated to the systems once we land, the heat is constantly in the red on the digital dials but the analog shows them a bit in the yellow.”

“We’ll have time to do that once we settle in. Speak of the devil, comms incoming.”

“Corvus, this is Empire flight control. You have been marked down by the Empire flight control due to the hazardous cargo; please follow the designated helicopter to the quarantine site.”

With the message processed, Valkyrie guided us behind the Empire helicopter for a while outside the city until we reached a depot fenced off and far from any population. Guided down by a hologram onto a landing pad, the ship settled down onto its suspension and the engines slowly descended from the howl to a faint whine of the cooling fans, Watching from the cockpit, a small squad of workers in hazmat gear got to work in securing the ship to the landing pad.

“Ship secure, ready to move underground. Crew, please prepare for decontamination.”

“Crew is ready. Standing by.” Confirmation over the radio as the workers got clear and the ship started lowering to the hangar beneath. Underground with red warnings flashing all around, the alarms were silenced as soon as the hangar ceiling sealed shut above us.

“Site secure and comms encrypted. Welcome to Novis, please follow instructions and we will get you on your way. Disembark and prepare for decontamination.”

“Weaponry?” Valkyrie asked before getting out of her seat.

“Bring a sidearm, can’t be too careful.” She nodded to confirm and got up, we then headed to the back of the ship where she grabbed a small caliber pistol. Mostly gray with a few red highlights like the trigger and magazine release, she stashed it underneath her coat while I stuck with the Taipan.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be. Let’s go.”

Pull on the handle, the hydraulic locks released the door, the filtered air felt sterile and the bright lights made it hard to see for a moment.

“Crew disembarking, stand by.” Scanner in the green, the worker marked the results down on his tablet and instructed us to follow him. Yellow line across the hangar floor, we were taken to a room filled with lockers and cabinets. A man in an orange hazmat suit greeted us.

“Captain Barnett, welcome to Novis hazardous material storage and disposal site, we were given an assignment to aid you from high up in the chain.” The man said, offering me his gloved hand. Dark hair and well-trimmed beard underneath the hazmat gear, he shifted around and seemed capable from what I could tell.

“Friends in high places, we appreciate the help. Phoenix, this is Valkyrie.”

“So I’ve heard. You’re lucky we have little traffic today; otherwise, we might have had to get you on the cleaning crew.  Follow me, I’ll show you to your quarters.”

“What is the plan now?” Valkyrie asked once we had entered an elevator heading towards the surface.

“Your arrival has been marked down as the usual hazardous material shipment we receive almost daily and all the official documents are in order, shipping you out right away might catch some eyes since we just received this shift of workers. When the next one arrives next week and these guys head home, you’ll join them. The truck will take you to the Empire base nearby where you can proceed how you see fit.”

“So we’re not officially here.”

“Correct, we can house your ship for a few weeks while you get settled in.”

“Good.”

Outside in the fresh air, the air felt cold as a jeep pulled up in front of the building and a pair of guards climbed out, greeting the captain and us.

“Good, you are on time. These two will take you to your quarters.”

“Yes sir.” The guards responded in unison and opened up the rear doors of the jeep.

“Right then, any questions?”

“Can we grab things from the ship?”

“It is for now under quarantine to keep it under wraps. We will let you know when we have moved it to the hangar where you can access it.”

“Any curfews or limits to where we can go?”

“This is a secure site but you are authorized to move around the outdoor areas. There will be more information in your quarters for the protocols.”

“Understood, let’s hit the road.”

“I will be in touch once your ship is in the hangar.”

In the car and on the road, a short drive took us from the containment hangar to the barracks building near the edge of the compound. Two story building that had clearly seen better days, the guards guided us inside and to a room on the first floor that seemed cozy enough for the time being. Everything else seemed standard, but there was a laptop sitting on the desk that didn’t seemed out of place.

“Chief Intelligence Officer sent that over, secure line to him and only him.”

“Signature locking means should only open to you.”

“Cheers.”

“We’ll leave you to it. Captain will be in touch later and the laptop will have some Intel for you.”

Safe harbor, for now.

#logs of an android #stories #writing #scifi #sci fi & fantasy #science fiction #fiction #text post #fantasy #cyberpunk