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Her: “Mother, just because I wear trackies and play sports does not make me a lesbian!”

Me, and intellectual: Of course not, but the fact that you’re a lesbian and in love with your best friend does.

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Natasha Romanoff Prompt “You’re such a dork”

The stale light from the hotel bathroom is the only light in the room. We got back just late from a impromptu mission. The sound of the shower is a comforting background noise. I’m sitting on the the wired mattress while Natasha cleans off the blood and guts that got in between the armor in her suit.

It as a fairly easy mission. We had heard about some Red Room remains, a few young girls being trained by brainwashed older ones. Now, normally Natasha wants nothing to do with them. That’s Yelena and Melina’s business, not hers. She’s focused on saving her current family.

Sam, Steve, and Natasha all had minimal injuries. I got a few bruised ribs trying to convince the kids that I wasn’t going to kill them. It’s nice to see young girls who can kick that hard, just a shame that they learned under such circumstances.

As soon as she could, Yelena came and picked up the girls, promising them homes and an actual, loving family.

The sound of the shower turning off prompts me to turn on the Tv. Neither one of us are fans of absolute quiet, me less so than her. I flip through the channels, stopping when Empire Strikes Back comes on, unable to resist. I never built up an immunity to Star Wars.

Apparently I’m quoting the lines, because I hear Natasha quip, “You’re such a dork.” Natasha’s leaning against the doorway, fondness dropping from her voice.

“Says the woman who can quote all James Bond lines. Like that’s not a totally dorky thing to do.” Natasha’s sweatpant-clad form makes its way over. I can only assume that the shirts she wearing was stole from Steve or Sam from the way it hangs over her form. I can’t help but pull out the Polaroid from the bedside. We change phones often enough that it wouldn’t make sense to have anything on them.

Making her way over to our bed, Natasha says, “James Bond is way cooler than Star Wars. He’s an international super spy, not a gay space wizard.”

“That would have nothing to do with the fact that you’re a literal international super spy and I’m a literal space wizard, right?” She knows better than to take my deadpan tone seriously.

“I’m pretty sure that you’re a space thief, not a space wizard, babe. Even that’s a stretch though, considering you’re only 25% space person.”

“Leave it to you to do the math. Those are just small details. I could be Han Solo instead of Luke Skywalker. I’m flexible.”

“Well then, you wouldn’t happen to have a problem watching Hot Rod again, would you?”

“Normally, no, but I actually have an idea that you might like.”

“Ooh, a surprise movie,” Her eyes narrow in suspicion and calculation, but she’s not quite able to pull off the menacing look with Snow White singing on her t-shirt. “It better not be any of that trashy action shit. You know I hate that.”

“Yeah, I know. You make that abundantly clear every time I watch Die Hard. No, I was thinking we watch something utterly depressing. You know, make us feel a little better.”

“Not a bad plan. Sad movies are basically therapy, right?”

“Sure. You like Baz Luhrmann?”

“No clue,” she says happily, wrapping her arms around me.

“Oh, you’re gonna love this. Very bohemian style. We’ll start with Moulin Rouge.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Don’t get jealous of the gorgeous redhead on the screen. She dies in the end anyway.”

“Spoiler alert, dumbass.”

“He tells you at the beginning of the movie, chill. Get ready to cry a whole fucking lot, Tasha.”

“I don’t cry.”

“You will this time.”

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Mobius x Variant! reader

Warnings: Foul language, Kind of Loki spoilers but not really, Violence

“Don’t leave me! I don’t want… I don’t want to be alone.” It doesn’t mean to slip out, but it does. It’s too late now to take it back, though. She’s heard the words, and I can see the thinly veiled disgust flash across her face before she smooths it over.

The hard lines of the female TVA agents face show no room of sympathy, but some part of me must’ve touched the other one. Mobius, I think.

“Mobius, I know that look. You’re not going to get and answers from this variant. Do the right thing and just kill her here, yeah?”

“I’m not known for making the easy choice, now am I? You go ahead, I think I can still get some answers out of this one.” Ah, the kinder looking one speaks finally.

She grabs his arm and forces him over to the side where supposedly I can’t hear them, but they’re both shitty whispers. She obviously doesn’t trust me, she’s smart like that, but he seems to be convinced I’ll talk.

He wouldn’t have to pry too hard. She was rude and treated me like I wasn’t worth her time, but he’s different than her. That was clear since they brought me in. They’re wearing the same uniform, the sharp jacket, but he wears it softer, less angular. He also doesn’t have those TVA signature cruel eyes or sagging shoulders. He seems to like it here, which is completely foreign to me, but to each his own. 

He comes closer to the table and holds out his hand, standing above me. “I’m Agent Mobius. Sorry about her, she’s under a lot of stress right now. You’ve done a good job of making our lives here extremely difficult, you know.”

“Yeah, well it’s easy to run away when you’re crime is, what was mine again? Oh, silly me, it was that time when I decided to surprise my best friend for their birthday.”

The Agent across from me in the opposite chair, leaning back casually. The file on me is thankfully small when he flips through it, his eyes drawing in confusion. It’s almost enduring, or it would be if I wasn’t under interrogation.

“So, Agent, can you tell me why that was so terrible. Why did you have to come get me because I decided to do a nice thing.” He flinches as my tone, maybe my words too.

“She was supposed to die that day. When you came over, she was going to cancelled her plans for that night because she preferred your company to…Lucas? Was that his name? The short brunette?”

“Yeah, they’d been dating for a few weeks. I didn’t care much for him.”

“You’ve got good instincts, then. That night at their date he was going to get into a fight with the wrong people. He would make it out alive, she wouldn’t. I’m sorry, I know it can’t be easy to hear.”

If I was in the room with anyone else I don’t think I would say what I’m about to say, but he has such kind eyes, and he seemed so truly apologetic. “That can’t be right. I’m sorry, but you’re big guys in charge have to be wrong. She was a good person, she had a cat, so I just- I can’t fucking accept that.”

“He changes. He’s going to go on and save people, be a hero. He can’t be that if she doesn’t die, and she doesn’t die unless she goes on that date.” Oh, his earnest, deceived eyes.

“And that’s worth more than her?”

“That’s not a question I know how to answer.”

“You seem unfazed for someone who just killed a girl.” Sure, they’re harsh words, but I’m not in a compromising mood.

“You seem unfazed for someone who’s just been told that there’s a version of you that’s responsible for your best friends death. Look, I’ve done this enough times to know when you’re going to try and blame this on me.”

“I would never. You’re obviously blameless in this whole situation.” Mobius looks unfazed, and he pulls out some sort of device.

“You’ve obviously got a lot of things to think over, so why don’t I just let you stew for a while. Couldn’t risk you escaping again.”

“That was one time.”

“Which is one time more than most. Honestly, you’ve got it pretty good for someone who made it out in the first place. Most of the time we would stop you in your tracks.”

“Yeah, well I’m not like the other girls.”

“Oh, come on, I had faith you wouldn’t be so cliche.”

“I’ll do better next time you decide to interrogate some version of me.”

“Maybe you won’t have to.” The joking tone is gone, replaced by something more sincere. “We at the TVA have a program for, uh, non-violent variants.”

“Try and say that five times fast,” I mutter, just light enough for him not to hear.

“What?”

“What qualifies as non-violent?”

“Maybe a better word choice is selfless intentions. You didn’t have anything to gain by going over to your friends’ apartment, so you’re in the clear.”

“How do you know that what I did was selfless? You can’t read my intentions?”

“No, but we know your actions. At the end of the day-”

“Intentions don’t mean shit, actions do.”

“Bingo. You up for it?”

“I don’t have any alternatives. Not-dying seems like a good option.”

Mobius let’s himself smile. It’s brighter than any of the other ones I’ve seen here. “You can join my team if you want.”

“Who else is on your team? I won’t have to deal with any others like that one.” I nod my head towards the door, where the other Agent left.

“No, it would just be us. You seem like you would be good at convincing people to listen.”

“Thank you. I think I’ll have to accept your offer, Agent.” I shake his hand, smiling when he raises an eyebrow at my uncuffed hands. “I was able to pick ho a few tricks during my stunt running from you guys. What made you offer?”

“Huh?”

“What made you offer for me to be a part of your team?” I clarify, straighten the jumper they put on me.

“You’re prettier than any of the other variants I’ve had so far. Plus, you seem like you’ve got a good heart.”

“Is that all it takes?” It comes out more a genuine question than I mean, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“No, but it helps.” We walk out of the room, and the guards at the door have the decency not to look surprised.

“The pretty looks or the good heart?” Mobius hums in response, motioning for me to follow him.

“I’ve got both, so I wouldn’t know which one works more. Come on, I’ll get you a uniform.”

“I’m y/n, by the way.”

“I know,” he says simply, “I’m Mobius.”

“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun here Mobius.”

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My new Harringrove fic, rock out hard, love him soft is out now! This is the first part of three.

Billy Hargrove is, by all means, a rockstar. He plays the songs, he writes the lyrics, he lives the life. That is, until he meets Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington is an upcoming movie star, content with his life around friends. Until he meets Billy Hargrove.

Together, they make up Hollywood’s new hottest couple, expected to last maybe weeks. Steve and Billy aren’t ones to back away from a challenge.

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Below, is a album cover I made for Billy’s album Stranger Things. I had so much fun making the song titles and album wow. If you want to read any of the songs, just let me know!!

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Omega and her guys 🥺🥺💕

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“EVEN WHEN YOU’RE WOOING SOMEONE POWERFUL YOU INTEND TO BETRAY?” LOKI LAUFEYSON

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My take on the “Wrecker (Bad Batch) is a stereotypical “dumb brute.”’

So, I’m obviously biased, but I don’t think that Wrecker is dumb at all. What he is, is impulsive and perhaps a little bit childish, but not in a way that has hurt the Batch, or, in my opinion, the quality of the show. He is an incredibly unique and three-dimensional character.

His love for Omega, for instance, is shown to be different than any of the other characters, taking on a much needed, more fun role that every kid needs. This alone shows the depth of his intelligence, even if it isn’t his intent. While the trope that the strongest member of the team is emotionally smart isn’t necessarily new, it is a great use of Wrecker’s character. It shows a different side of clones that we rarely see in every episode.

Secondly, his tendency to want to blow things up. This actually doesn’t bother me at all. So what? Every soldier has a preference, Wrecker is just louder about his, and his happens to be a louder mode of destruction. No one thinks that Anakin is less intelligent because he prefers dumbass-stupid ideas, and Crosshair has shown to want to do things his way. That’s why the batch works so well, because they listen to each other and decide who’s strength they can use to finish the mission. Plus, he doesn’t go against orders or force the group to do what he wants, so no harm is done.

Another point. Wrecker’s volume when speaking. Now I personally think that it’s because he has some hearing loss in one of his ears, but if it isn’t, that’s still okay. He’s just a loud dude. That happens. Again, he knows when to be loud and when it’s important to be quiet.

The points that I made above we’re about proving that Wrecker isn’t dumb, now I’m going to briefly talk about why he’s intelligent. His and Omega’s post mission tradition is one case of this. He’s establishing a certain amount of normalcy in her life, and we see that he’s the only one who is doing that (Not that I think any of the other Batchers are not doing their part. They are.) It’s so important for kids to have some sort of routine, and Wrecker has given Omega that in a simple yet significant way. Additionally, all of Wrecker’s plans have shown to work in the field. While we haven’t seen him actually make any plans like Hunter or Tech, we do see him against Battle Droids absolutely destroying them. He uses his strength in completely unique and creative ways that most people wouldn’t think about. He’s fast on his feet and contributes significantly to the missions.

Wrecker is aware of his weaknesses, and he doesn’t let them put the ones he loves in danger. He’s not an idiot, he’s not a brute, he’s Wrecker.

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Cooler; Bucky Barnes x Reader

New Girl Inspired for @madjazzhatter

“I’m telling you, Buck, I’m not your cooler. Sure, a few times I might’ve been the reason you didn’t get some that once or twice, but 99% of the time it’s your own damn fault, Barnes.” It’s all true. He’s proving her point just by being himself right now, making one of those over the top faces he has and adjusting the collar of his coat. It’s not even his coat, she reminds herself.

“You’re both right, actually. Y/n, you have, on occasion, proven to be a terrible wingwoman. Purely awful. Bucky, you too have the tendency to, uh, discourage people from talking to you. I mean, you’re always frowning. You have a great smile, man, learn how to use it.” Bucky reaches across the sink and hits Steve upside the back of his head.

“Come on guys, we had a good vibe going. Let’s not have any infighting before tonight. Bucky, are you absolutely positive that that’s what you want to wear?” All three of them are standing in from of the bathroom mirrors, presumably making themselves look better to go to the bar at 5:30 in the afternoon, which is actually not that early for them.

“This coat makes me feel sexy.” Bucky does an awkward spin move, throwing up finger guns at himself in the mirror. Y/n rolls her eyes dramatically, patting Sam and Steve on the back before walking towards the door.

“Yeah, nothing says I’m a creep like a man in a women's trenchcoat,” add Sam. Y/n leans against the frame of the door, watching her boys make fools of fixing themselves in the mirror.

“So, just to be clear, you’re saying I can’t come tonight, right?”

They look at each other and shake their heads. “That’s fine, I have a lot of…things I need to do today anyway. You know, spoons to clean, yarn to yarn.”

“Gotta get that yarn yarned,” says Sam, practicing his facial expressions in the mirror and holding a thumbs up in the direction of y/n.

“See? You’re going to have a much better time here than you would have at the stinky old bar! We’re doing you a favor.” Bucky pats y/n on the head, earning himself a confused look.

She turns away from them, exiting the room just in time to hear Steve say, “You still work at that bar, Buck.”

They’re home within five minutes, and y/n is left to her own devices. There are times when she wishes that she had more nights like this, alone and able to do what she wants. Right now is not one of those times. It’s not that she doesn’t have things she can do, there just aren’t any things that she wants to do.

After fucking around for a little while, a noise at the door startles her. Her mind immediately goes to danger, causing her to call Peggy, even though she’s on a date, and Bucky, even though she was told that she was usually the downfall of his fun nights.

For some reason, Bucky answers his phone, but he sounds pissed about it. “Buck, you need to come home, there’s something at the door.”

“There’s nothing at the door, y/n. You know it’s an old building, maybe it has something to do with the pipes. You wouldn’t be worried if you listened to pipe talk during our loft meetings.”

“Those are boring. I’m surprised you listen to those talks.”

“They make me feel more like a man.” He pauses before continuing,”You know you’re being a cooler right now, right? Do you see it now?”

Yes, she thinks. She definitely see’s it now. “Just come home.”

Bucky, Steve, Sam, and two girls that are along for the ride arrive at the apartment. They find y/n curled up on the couch with their baseball bat, and she almost hits Steve when he comes into the room.

“So, this is our roommate y/n,” introduces Bucky. “And this is the place. Bathroom is down that hall… and so is basically everything else. Y/n, could you help me find some, uh, bottlecaps in the your room.”

“Sure, what kind? I have twist offs and the pop kind.”

“You know I’m not actually here about bottlecaps- actually it doesn’t matter. Listen to me. That girl out there, for some reason, is sexually attracted to sad men. You understand now fantastic that is for me.”

“Yeah, wow, that’s a goldmine. Now I feel partially responsible for your sex tonight, so I have an idea.” Bucky and I call everyone to meet in front of the couches, a cooler of beer beside us.

“The game is true american, but with a sexy new twist. Clinton rules! Everyone pick your interns and remember-“

The loft mates join in at this part, “The floor is lava!”

“Wait, this doesn’t make any sense. What are the rules? How do you play this?” The girl that Bucky brought asks.

“It’s easy. The floor is lava, doves versus hawks, the couch is the Mason-Dixon Line, no cabinets,” explains Steve helpfully, choosing the blonde, Carrie, as his partner.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Vanya, the girl that Sam brought, is sitting on the table and drinking, definitely not playing, but Sam seems happy talking to her.

The game goes as smoothly as a game with no rules can go. The loft is a mess, and most of us are missing various articles of clothes, which is a good sign for Bucky. Y/n, Steve, Carrie, and Y/n are all sitting at the table, different levels of intoxicated, trying to figure out who has to go behind the hallway door and kiss, a Y/n original idea that she’s positive will fix her spot as not a cooler. On the count of three they all put up numbers on their foreheads, chaos enduring between Steve and Bucky, both telling Carrie different numbers.

In all the confusion, on three, Y/n and Bucky end up with the same number, meaning that they have to kiss.

“Shit,” swears Bucky.

Y/n and Bucky look at each other, and say again, “Shit.”

“No, come on guys, let us out of here. This isn’t what I meant when I said kiss, I obviously meant, uh, a metaphorical poetic kiss. Don’t leave me back here with him!”

“Well,” says y/n, leaning back against the wall, sliding down to the floor next to Bucky, with his head in his hands. “I guess we should do this, then. They aren’t going to let him out of here anytime soon.”

“Yep. Let me just-“ Y/n stands up, while Bucky stays on the ground, crouching.

“What are you doing? I’m up here.”

“I thought we were staying on the ground.”

“Fine. Let’s get this over with. Pucker up, Mr. Buck.” As soon as it’s out of her mouth, y/n grimaces, regretting a lot of things.

“Come on, don’t do that. You’re making it weirder than it already was.”

“Yeah, I regretted it immediately. I think this does prove that I’m your cooler.”

“Yeah, you think? It’s okay, Steve’s just gonna tell her about his heartbroken Peggy-struck heart. This might be the only time that he wants to be sadder than me.” They spend a few minutes arguing back and forth about various unimportant details, like if they’re going to stand or sit, where they’re going to put their hands, and if Bucky should be so nervous about this. At some point in time Bruce, y/n’s boyfriend, came along and decided to join the rest of them outside.

Finally, after the constant chanting of “kiss kiss kiss kiss” from the hallway to get to her, y/n says, “Come on, Buck, just be a man and kiss me!”

“No! Not like this.” His eyes go wide when he realizes what he just said, and he starts shaking his head before I even get my question out.

“What do you mean, not like this?” Bucky doesn’t give an answer, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. He starts gesturing around wildly, trying to find something to say.

“No, I didn’t- it’s just not, like, you know- not like that.”

“Yeah, I’m out.” Before y/n can get another word in, Bucky is climbing out of the window. Without thinking, y/n yells at them to open the door, which they do. Steve and Sam are freaking out over Bucky, asking him all these questions, and Bruce is busy laughing about how Bucky would rather climb out of a window than kiss her. Luckily, Peggy is still thereto try and help her understand what’s happening.

Things dial down after that. Steve and Sam give Bucky a firm talking to and a night to think of over, and y/n goes to sleep alongside Bruce. She’s awoken in the middle of the night gm the same scratching that she heard earlier, so she goes to investigate.

Bucky must’ve heard it too, because he’s right there beside her with the baseball bat. Apparently their new neighbor has a dog that’s been causing all of the problems. It’s also the place where Bucky’s coat was supposed to go. As far as their neighbors go, it’s not the worst interaction they’ve had. This one only thinks they wear other people’s clothes and carry around bats.

“So, I guess you didn’t need to come over. Sorry I ruined your night.” They walk back to the hallway together, arms brushing against each other.

“Nah, it was probably for the best. French coat Bucky had a lot of unearned confidence, lot of random dance moves.”

They stand facing each other, y/n looking up into Bucky’s eyes. “Goodnight Buck.”

“Night, Y/n.” Bucky leans in, encouraged by y/n leaning in too. They’re lips touch, the kiss passionate and all at once. Bucky’s hands are in her hair, and as soon as they break appear she misses the touch.

“I meant a little something like that.”

This was so much fun to write! I love to concept of a new girl based au, feel free to send more of this or any other requests.

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sad but not alone

Ahsoka and Rex post-order 66 fic

Word Count: 1,382

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, death, angst

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This is for @radbatch !! Happiest of birthdays! (Ik i’m late, but i wanted to do a little more) Share the Ahsoka love a little :))

Ahsoka doesn’t ask for help when she needs it. That’s something Rex has known for a very long time. It’s something all of the Jedi share, he’s learned. Cody has come to him countless times, complaining about General Kenobi’s recklessness and sleeplessness. Now is one of those times that Ahsoka isn’t asking for help.

It’s not like Rex is in some mentally stable place either, though. He’s probably one of the least qualified people to give advice in the face of an intergalactic crisis. Force, he just lost all of his brothers in a matter of hours. For the first time, he’s truly alone. No, he reminds himself, Ahsoka’s still here. Ahsoka, who’s so young and has had so much pain bestowed upon her, who treated every single man under her like a person, not a clone, who used to laugh with General Skywalker to distract the rest of them from death.

If he’s lost all his brothers today, she’s lost everyone slowly over time, taking the blows she’s been dealt standing tall. He doesn’t know what’s running through her head right now, but whatever it is he wants to be there with her for it. She’s the only person he’s really seen grow up, and he would be lying if he said he isn’t impressed with the fighter she’s become. But the Jedi aren’t supposed to be fighters, they’re supposed to protect peace. Peace, an idea he’s not even sure he could recognize.

If there’s one thing the 501st taught him, it’s that having someone to be sad with is better than having no one to be sad with.

Fives had been big on that. When they lost Echo, they had spent countless hours together, sitting in the silence of hyperspace. Rex would open his mouth to say something, maybe try and help Fives get through the loss, but he genuinely had nothing to say then. He still doesn’t have anything to say, but he still talks to Fives all the time. Ahsoka says that it’s healthy and that he could be out there listening. Rex doesn’t know if he believes her, but it’s a nice thought.

They walked away from the grave together, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow that they didn’t try at all to cover up. No one was supposed to survive that crash. That alone had given them the time they needed to build the grave in the first place.

It had been Ahsoka’s idea. The duty of burying the dead usually fell to clones below Rex, but he tried to be there most of the time to say goodbye. It’s always a sad occasion, of course it is. Saying goodbye to someone you’ve fought beside is never easy. Today was different. They didn’t lose in a hard-fought battle. Those men didn’t die protecting the Republic, they died with weapons pointed at their beloved Commander.

Ahsoka didn’t take the job lightly. Each body she found in various levels of destruction she treated tenderly, rearranging cold, dead limbs into peaceful, sleeping positions. Wiping the blood away, really just smearing it around. It breaks Rex’s heart how familiar she is with these motions. He’s no stranger to them either, and he would never make Ahsoka do it alone. For each of the brothers that he finds, the names fall off his lips like the meditative prayers of Kenobi. There’s so many of them. If it was ever eerie to see something so close to his own face staring back up at him, dead, that’s worn off. Years of this have made sure of it.

“Rex.” It’s one of the first things Ahsoka’s said since the crash. He follows her haunted voice, stopping when he sees why she called out.

Jesse. His helmet is cracked, a canyon through the Republic’s crest and Ahsoka’s paint, splitting it down the middle. His body is wrapped around himself, curled up like a child, like he was hiding from the screams and chaos. The armour on his chest is stained red, and his neck is bent at a broken angle. It brings Rex to his knees, hitting the floor hard. He doesn’t notice the impact, too preoccupied with the blinding and overwhelming pain from inside and the feel of tears streaming down his cheeks.

Ahsoka is on her knees beside him, a comforting hand on his back where he’s doubled over, making these terrible hitching noises in the back of his throat. He knows that whatever he’s feeling Ahsoka can feel too, and he doesn’t want to be the one to hurt her even more, but he can’t help it. The waves of tears keep coming until there aren’t any more, and he’s left with scratchy eyes and red cheeks. Through it all, Ahsoka stayed by his side. He looks up at her to see his tears mirrored on her face, quiet and impassive. One of her hands is facing palm up, resting on her knees, and she’s whispering soothing words for Jesse. Or Rex. Or both.

They help each other to their feet, ignoring the battle pains. The helmets are set up on pikes, the most they can do. Ahsoka leaves her lightsabers in the snow with the dead. Rex doesn’t have the energy to think about that significance.

They build a camp in a cave a little ways away, figuring that it’s better to be safe and wait it out a few days in case anyone comes looking. Rex doesn’t actually think that anyone will, and he’s pretty sure Ahsoka doesn’t either. But this isn’t a battle that they can recover from easily. No, they have to take a second to regroup.

Ahsoka starts a fire and Rex grabs some ration bars that he grabbed from the wreck. They sit side by side, shoulders pressed together tightly, reassuring each other that someone is there.

To his surprise, she opens up before he can ask her. It saves him the trouble of figuring out what to say. “I can’t feel anything. I’ve always had the force beside me, inside me, and now it’s out of balance. It’s like there’s this gaping darkness that was never there before, and I don’t know why. I don’t know if-“ her voice breaks here, and she covers her mouth, hiding a sob.

Predictably, she pushes through. “I don’t know if I made this happen. What if it’s my fault? It’s never felt this…wrong, and, stars, I can’t feel Anakin. It’s not the same as when I left the Order. Then it was distant, but he was still there with me. Now that part of me feels broken and painful. I think he’s gone.” A quiet confession by the fire, her face lit in shadows. It doesn’t surprise Rex as much as it should, but he knows the Padawan-Master bond is strong. If she says it, it’s true.

“I’m scared. Rex, I don’t want to be alone.” He knows this takes a lot for her to admit this. She’s usually the epitome of strength, never letting her guard down in front of the people counting on her. It’s a habit that she most likely picked up from Obi-Wan. Force knows it’s not Skywalker’s style. He can’t just leave that hanging, though.

“Hey, kid, it’s alright. You’ve been lost before, yeah? You’re gonna find your way again. Everything’s going to work out.” The last sentence falls flat. He’s not even fooling himself. “And maybe things won’t be okay, but we’re still us, right? I’ve still got my Commander with me, and you’ve still got your Captain. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

“Look, I can’t pretend to understand the force, but I know that, so far, it hasn’t led you wrong. Things are changing in the galaxy, and we can’t control that, so we might as well be along for the ride. I know you, Commander, and you’re not going to let this change you. Sure, you’re gonna grow with it, but you’ll always have what he taught you. What they all taught you. What I taught you.”

“So, trust in the force.” It’s something he’s heard General Kenobi say a million times to his Padawan and Grandpadawan. “Let it guide you. I’ll be right there with you.”

“Thank you, Rex.”

“Of course, Commander.”

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My new harringrove fic halfway down the stairs is up!

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“You and I should take the kids up to my Nonna’s house in Italy. She’s always trying to get me to go up there with, and these are her words, not mine, my pretty blonde surfer dumbass lover.”

“Crazy, the last part sounds just like something you would say.”

#harringrove #harringrove fic #steve x billy #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove au #nxvna writing #nxvna post

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full offense, this was one of his best looks

#b99 #b99 reference #b99 meme #b99daily #source: b99 #brooklyn 99 precinct #brooklyn nine nine stuff #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #99th precinct #99 #nine nine #jake peralta #andy samberg #shurverse #micheal shur #cute #nxvna edit #nxvna post

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marvel screwed themselves by posting loki looking like this:

on pansexual visibility week. no way this little shit isn’t gay.

#pansexual representation #loki #loki friggason #loki odinson #pan loki #pansexual loki #loki is a little shit #loki is a mess #loki is gay #he’s a Gay #marvel #gay marvel #disney #marvel cinematic universe #loki (marvel) #nxvna post

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19 & 21 for the book ask!

thank you so much! okay okay oka-

19. A book you had to read in school that you ended up liking? so i haven’t read many books for school or otherwise that i don’t like, but i absolutely loved reading Romeo and Juliet. (side note; we watched a play with it and im in love with the girl who played Juliet)

21. You get to meet a character from a book. Who is it and why? it’s so hard to choose, but i would have to say elizabeth bennett because i feel like we could vibe and complain about men.

#nxvna post

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oh hey! that fic you posted (Fire) the nat singer x reader songwriter? you asked if someone wanted you to make it into a fic to let you know lol well here i am asking you to PLEASE make it into a fic, well if you want to of course :)

first off, beautiful human being, this actually means the world to me that you want to read more of what i write! and pay attention to my tags??? i will most definitely write it into a fic, it’s an au that’s been in my head so long and i finally got over a really long no writing spell. i’m a little busy at the moment, but it’ll be out as soon as i can! if you want, you can privately message me and i can tell you when it’s out? if not just keep an eye out for it on my masterlist, i’m pretty good about updating it.

again i love you this is a marriage proposal

#nxvna post #nonnie has my heart #nova answers

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I posted 521 times in 2021

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#5

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172 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 15:04:48 GMT

#4

if you're still doing the song fics, could i request something with timothée chalamet for imagine by ariana grande please 🥺

i am indeed! i loved listening to this song. 🥺🥺🥺

i’m so sorry that this one isn’t as long as the others, i was having a lot of trouble with it, no clue why.

send me a song and i’ll write a fic!

imagine

his hand is entangled with yours in between you, the other one on the steering wheel. his ringed fingers move absentmindedly across your knuckles, tracing patterns.

your feet are curled underneath your dress, shoes thrown into the backseat. currently your other hand is occupied with trying to get pins and clips out of your hair, a feat that timothee finds very amusing.

“i can help you with that when we get home, you know?” he asks.

“i think you’ll be occupied taking off other things,” you state. he doesn’t correct you.

the roar of the engine is deafening as it passes through the streets. he pulls into your garage and helps you out of the car.

the keys are thrown onto the kitchen table, and the two of your make your way to the bedroom. you take off your jewelry, timothee helping you with your necklace and only getting a little distracted kissing your neck.

you stay up for hours talking next to each other on the bed. he has your head in is lap and is stroking though your hair, even though you know it’s disgusting and crusted with hairspray from the party.

your heart is singing. not a symphony, but a single, lone note that fills up the entirety of you. it’s a way you only feel with him. you don’t have to pretend with him, you can be wholly you and he simply accepts you. it’s refreshing and makes you smile with every part of you.

your face is buried in timothee’s neck, a perfect fit. you’re lying on his bed, the covers all pushed to the end of the bed. his hands are running through your hair gently. you can feel yourself falling asleep. you want to hold onto the moment while it lasts, you want every moment with him as possible. sleep, eventually takes you.

he wakes you up with soft kisses along your skin. his fingers work deftly across your back, sweeping motions that you don’t think are helping you stay awake. you hear his amused good morning and return a groggy reply. he laughs again, a beautiful sound, and grabs your hand so you can follow him. at some point you ask what time it is and he tells you that you slept till noon. he hadn’t had the heart to wake you up any earlier. in the bathroom he has makeup wipes from the makeup you forgot to take off last night that’s now all over you and, you’re sure, his pillow. he sits on the counter next to you while you take it off, trying to sneakily take photos of you.

“you’re not smooth, pretty boy.”

“maybe i’m not trying to be,” he says and snaps more pictures with a dumb smile on his face. the sun streaking in from the window drips the room in gold. timothee waits untill you’re done and pulls you close to him, settling his hands on your hips. he kisses your lips before moving across the rest of you. you hold him tight and enjoy the moment.

“i used to imagine things like this when i was younger. i would think about the person that would kiss me like you do and hold me tight the way you hold me,” says timothee, his voice muffled.

“i’m so glad it’s you,” he breathes against your skin.

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#3

Modern Laurie Lawrence Ideas:

a/n: as usual, if anyone wants more of this au or anything else, requests are open!

he grew up rich, still lives a rich lifestyle after graduating

his way of life is still a little immature

he goes to parties and drinks and gambles away

but he’s always at class and is an excellent student

(yeah, sometimes he’s a little a lot hungover and you make sure to make fun of him for it, while also giving him your coffee and an advil)

he first meets you when you’re studying and reading at a park on your campus at paris

you’re taking your college travel year in france, studying at university of paris

he’s there for school too, studying literature and art

he sees you while he’s taking a walk with Amy

you’re sitting on a green park bench, notebooks and backpack scattered across the bench. your back is to him, but he can tell you’re beautiful

it takes a little encouragement for him to go and talk to you, mostly by Amy.

he’s nervous when he talks to you, which isn’t normal for him

but of course he has no need to be, because you’re absolutely enchanted by him

he’s smart and funny and he’s obviously as helpless of a romantic as you are

for your first date he takes you to a cute fondue place

he picks you up with flowers, dressed in a nice shirt and jacket. you two walk together over there, talking the whole way

it was a little awkward when you sit down at first because there’s that “oh shit this is a real date” moment” but it’s quick to pass when you foe get back into your before banter

after that you two start seeing each other a lot

you didn’t even realize that you have the same professor for literature, and you can walk the same way sometimes to classes

you love going over to his apartment

it’s the first place he’s been able to call solely his own away from his grandfather

it’s perfectly messy and inconsistently decorated with whatever he finds

there are pages of music on the floor, the wall is covered in taped up art, there’s a pile of soft blankets in the corner

it’s a safe place for the both of you, being incredibly intimate for him and you respect that

he loves it when you sit in the widow together with your head in his lap, him writing poetry and you reading

his hands will play with your hair mindlessly sometimes, twirling the ends

he’s a little old fashioned with his pet names

love, darling, sweetheart, dearest, angel, beloved

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#2

proof that kenneth is immortal

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264 notes • Posted 2021-02-19 03:20:14 GMT

#1

i was having an argument with myself in the shower and like. stop shitting on fanfic writers. idk i was making myself really mad about it.

as i just proved, there’s gonna be some fruity language in this post, fair warning.

who fucking cares if you’re using someone else’s characters and/or universe. there are millions of interpretations of a single line of dialogue, so why can’t there be millions of writings for a character you love. you still have to develop plot lines, characters design, dialogue, know the rules of writing, and know how to change the rules to fit your specific style. it’s a whole fucking lot of work!

isn’t it beautiful how we can love something so much that you write more about it! you take what you love and add to it and change it and make it your own. i think it’s an honor to be a part of something that’s so special to so many people.

now, i know i’m a fanfic writer myself. maybe that makes me a little bit biased, but who cares. i know i’ve felt like what i write isn’t enough because i didn’t create it myself, but the things that i’m most proud of writing are fanfic. i’ve had random thoughts that i can put into fanfic, and that’s so amazing because someone’s actually going to read that! crazy.

and for those of you who say fanfic is good practice for “real writing.” okay, sure it is good practice, but it’s also still writing. real writing. it’s not invalid because it’s fanfic. like i said before, you still have to know how to write. isn’t that all it’s about?

i know a lot of you think that fanfic is being written by “hormonal and emotional teenage girls.” which. is not true. i know so many fic writers who do not fit into that category, and if they do, who cares! it’s a good expression of emotions that are completely normal to have, it’s a way of coping with the themes of teenage life, and it can help you to understand more about yourself. i, personally, have learned a whole fucking lot about myself, from sexuality to my definition of love. yeah. deep shit.

y’all. write whatever you want. angst? make some of those nerds (lovingly) cry. sometimes they need it. we need it. fluff? again, make some of those nerds cry. give me some good loving, found family, cuteness. i’ll marry you. crack? i need a good laugh, thank you!! au? incredible. you built a work on top of a world, chris nolan is that you?? hurt/comfort? just come on and give me a big warm hug!

fanfic writers, make what makes you happy. don’t let close-mindedness stop you. you deserve it :))

fanfic readers, support and love your writers. read what makes you happy! you deserve it :))

and don’t worry, fanartists, i could never leave you out. draw what makes you happy. draw what you’ve been itching to draw, even if no one is asking for it. especially if no one is asking for it. i love y’all and think y’all deserve so much more recognition as beautiful outstanding fucking marvelous artists. everything i said up above i believe for you too. (ik it doesn’t directly apply but you get the idea)

(oh. and i’m not gonna stand for any “but what about fic writers who..” nope. all fic writers are valid. just because you don’t want to engage or read it (which is reasonable, i’m not dissing that) doesn’t mean they didn’t work hard to write it.)

i wasn’t going to, but i think i’ll turn this into a tag post because there seems to be a little bit of a loss for positivity recently. if you want, tag your favorite fanfic readers, writers, or mutuals you think should see this. (obviously there’s no pressure at all to like or reblog. this is not meant to spread reblog anxiety or put anyone on the spot.) @radbatch @holdenduckfield @missdemiegoddess @kixthecondomfairy @maiseey @naerysthelonesome @oceans-foundfamily @bi-rdofprey-writes @cleardishwashers @lavenderstaars @freshwoods

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