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tokio-motel · 8 months

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gm baeeee i missed uuuu😍😍😍

i jus thought of smth and now i’m gonna give it to youuuu

georg and tom(together cuz like why not and it can be headcanons or a full fic) who got a bf who kinda stims(for example clapping your hands, shaking your fingers, jumping up and down etc etc u can do more research later on if u want) when hes excited or doing things he rlly rlly likes BUT

but but but sadly in the past hes been called weird for it and if tom and georg gave reader smth they know he really likes on the outside it’s gonna look like he doesn’t care for it but he’s actually holding the stims cause he thinks his bfs are gonna find him weird😔🤞🏾(for me holding in stims can be painful cause it feels like your straining or holding in a really bad cough)

OMFG

I GOTTA DO THAT GUSTAV THING U SENT ME

ONE MIMENT

GEORG X MALE READER X TOM

hiiii bae i missed you more 😻😻 if this is bad or inaccurate i apologize, i did try doing some research on the topic aswell

Georg and Tom exchanged excited glances with each other as they placed a perfectly wrapped box infront of their boyfriend. It was a shiny, metallic blue color along with a satin white ribbon. On the side of the box was written "To: M/N" . Tom looked at the boy excitedly, barley being able to contain a huge grin being spread across his face. "For you, M/N!" he chuckled to himself as he watched his eyes widen slightly as your face lit up.

"F..for me?" You questioned, slightly squirming in your seat as you felt your heart beat a little faster, excitement and nervousness pulsing through your veins as you ran your fingers gently along the sides of the beautiful box infront of him. Georg smiled warmly, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear as he looked at the boy with love. "Of course, M/N! You deserve it. Now c'mon, open it!"

With shaking hands, You inched closer to the box, carefully pulling off the blue wrapping paper to reveal a beige colored box, practically begging to be opened. "What could it be.." You muttered quietly to yourself, gently shaking the box making something rattle inside. "Well, it's not a puppy if that's what you were hoping for." Tom's dreads swung behind him as he leaned in closer, his voice tinted with a bit of sarcasm.

You giggled quietly, pushing Tom in the shoulder. You could barley keep still, your hands were shaking and you kept shifting from foot to foot. Georg looked at you expectantly, a warm smile on his face. "Alright, just open it already!" he chuckled, inching a bit closer to you. You took a deep breath as he unfolded the box gently. You drummed your fingers on the sides of the box with one hand as the other went into the box, pushing aside the tissue paper. You grasped the item in your hand, staying like that for just a moment before you hesitantly pulled it out of the box completely.

".. Oh my god." you said breathlessly, your eyes widening and your jaw slightly dropped, rotating the item in your hand. You rocked back and forth on your feet, hands shaking as you tried not to move them to clap or ball them up. You didn't want to drop the item your boyfriends had gotten you, but trying to stay still like this was starting to hurt you and make you more anxious.

Georg smiled at you softly, his hand rubbing your back slowly in circles. "Do you like it, M/N?" he hummed, pecking your cheek gently. You felt your heart beat faster as you gripped onto the item a bit harder, trying to control yourself with a deep breath. "I... Yeah!" you managed, legs bouncing under you. You managed a small smile as you tried to keep your stims and movements to a minimum. You didn't want to scare them or make them nervous, so you tried your best to hide your excitement.

Tom looked at you for a second before slinging an arm around your shoulder, a hand going to yours which was holding the gift. "You don't have to hide anything from us..We want to see you happy, babe." he coaxed, kissing your cheek.

Georg added, "We don't want you to hurt yourself or be uncomfortable. You don't need to hold back." he ran his hands down your sides, rubbing in a circular motion.

You tried to bite back the massive grin but failed, letting out s soft squeal as you tightened your grip on the item, bringing it closer to your face. "Oh my god! How.. How did you even get this?" you bounced on your legs happily, your hands shaking as you placed the item infront of you, looking at it with awe as you clapped your palms together quietly, waves of happiness wracking though your body.

Tom just chuckled, pulling you closer as he brought you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. "A wizard never reveals his secrets." you heard Georg snort beside you, guffawing at Toms comment. "A magician never reveals his secrets," Georg corrected, taking another step close to you guys as he looked down at the resent they had gotten you.

#ermmm the item wasn't specified cuz everybody likes something different 😇#tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x male reader #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n #georg listing x reader #georg listing x male reader #georg listing #dear god this took an hour to write #idk why

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two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat · 4 months

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This is gonna be a kinda long post cuz I was looking through the pictures I took with my first digital camera and feeling nostalgic

Most of them are just pictures of layla and mercedes but theres a few of me

This was my friends bunny Radar

The year i got this camera was the year with the most snow ive ever seen. Think we had maybe 2 feet in one night?

One of my few blanket forts. I wouldve liked to make more but I always ended up getting frustrated when I couldn't find things to weigh down the edges of the sheets and they kept falling down. Honestly kinda surprised I managed it with the satin ones here cuz theyre extra slippery (I stopped using them on my bed cuz they slid off too easily and I got annoyed with constantly having to readjust them)

This dude freaked out all the kids in the neighborhood lol. We were convinced he was haunted cuz he would move around sometimes. I dont think he's been over there for several years so im guessing whoever owned him moved.

My friend Jared took this picture of me before English class one day. I wore that jacket a lot. I eventually had to get rid of it cuz I let layla tug on the sleeves when we rough housed and they were getting pretty shredded at the ends

I think this was also the first year I did an Easter egg hunt for layla

And the last time I went to silver dollar city. I'm not sure what I was looking at in that first picture. Not the camera, clearly. That was. Not a trip I enjoyed all that much. I mean it was fun but going on trip was always stressful for me and it was always worse when my dads parents were there cuz despite raising 2 autistic kids they did NOT know how to handle an autistic kid. My parents being with us on this trip made it a little better cuz my mom would set boundaries for me and told them to give me space after a meltdown.

But the small amounts of gender dysphoria I've experienced were a lot worse back then but I didnt know what it was so I also couldn't articulate why them buying me a dress absolutely did NOT cheer me up.

That second picture was the gemstone panning thing that silver dollar city had which is where I got a bunch of my smaller rocks. Mostly sodalite and calcite. Some garnet and different types of quartz. Also had some pyrite which I had in a small jar on a necklace but I have no idea what happened to it. Also not sure what happened to that hat from the last picture. I got it from a souvenir shop in downtown Branson. I still wish id gotten the blue one instead of the pink one.

Mercedes judging my messy ass room. Behind her you can see a bag i made entirely out of magazine clippings

Ok ok so this picture is actually half the reason I decided to look through the pictures from this camera. This was how I liked to decorate my room for Christmas in middle school. I also had 2 mini Christmas trees set up on my night stand. It had 2 levels to it (picture a step) so I had one on each level.

Also in my window sill is the aquarium part of the "self sustaining" aquarium/terrarium we made in 6th grade science out of old coke bottles. I kept that thing for like 2 years. The fish died pretty early on. Got eaten by the snail. Which somehow made MORE snails (I do not know how snail reproduction works) and I ended up with like 30 snails in that bottle. Eventually all the water evaporated out and my mom convinced me to throw the bottle away

THIS is the other picture I was looking for. Layla had a lot of Christmas sweaters cuz she got cold easily. The santa suit was also laylas but I would put it on mercedes sometimes. This is one of the few pictures I have of them dressed up together. I didnt put clothes on mercedes too often cuz she hated it lol

There was a less blurry picture right before this one but mercedes looks mad in this one and I felt it encapsulated her personality better. Also. Man almost forgot about that rocking chair. It was at my grammys for the longest time and then we took it at some point. It was ugly as hell but it was like a giant stim toy for me. Both for rocking but also I liked the rounded parts on the arm rests cuz I could rub my fingers in the divots between them. Mercedes was not happy when we got rid of that chair.

This was about as close as they ever got to cuddling. Mercedes was never a cuddly cat. She tolerated harley cuddling up to her when she was a kitten but I think thats just cuz she was old. She probably wouldn't have tolerated it at all when she was younger.

Is it weird that I can tell I was watching ncis when I took this just by that part of the screen. This was also when my recliner still reclined lol. The handle you had to pull to bring up the foot rest was a plastic thing on the end of a wire and the wire snapped....I think the first day after my sophomore year of highschool?

Aaand heres where I finally figured out I could turn off the flash on my camera in highschool lol

Mercedes after a haircut (while I was cleaning my room)

She looks so soft here 🥺 i miss her

#i miss both of them 🥺#layla and mercedes

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elfgarlic · 9 months

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👕 + 🌡️ for the ask game :D

what kind of clothes do you usually wear?

i am very picky about textures. i like the feeling of cotton t shirts, flannel, other kinds of cotton weaves, linen, wool, or that bamboo fabric stuff. polyester and satin make me squirm just thinking about them. i usually wear purple, green, blue, and/or brown. mostly loose flowy skirts, loose dresses, t shirts, hoodies. no tight anything. no shoes whenever possible

do you prefer heat or cold? is one or the other stimmy? does one or the other cause sensory problems?

i just learned a few days ago that when i was a kid the doctor told my mum i'm allergic to heat, so there's that, and my meds make me more heat sensitive. the only thing i like with hot weather is going swimming, which is one of my fav stims. i like cool weather, from about 10°C to -10°C

#ask games #autism

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frogstimss · 3 years

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*:･ﾟ✧ silk fabric stim ✧･ﾟ: *

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#stim #stimmy #stimming #stims #fabric #silk #textures #texture #fabrics #satin #red #orange #yellow #green #blue #purple #pink #white #black #no hands #royalty #royaltycore #smooth #gif #mine

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sandasmrworld · 4 years

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Hey everyone,here is my blue kinetic sand cutting video today 👍more videos coming soon! 💥Check out my YouTube channel for longer videos.@sandasmrworld💥

#kineticsand #asmr #sand #satisfying #oddlysatisfying #magicsand #asmrcommunity #satisfyingvideos #relax #playsand #sandcutting #satisfyingvideo #sandasmr #asmrsand #pasirkinetik #slime #pasirajaib #satisfyingsounds #crunchysand #kineticsandasmr #grosirpasirkinetik #asmrvideo #stressrelief #kineticsandcutting #soapcutting #relaxing #crunchyslime #satisfy #cuttingsand #bhfyp

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dimlylitlights · 2 years

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First try at an outfit thing! I am about six right now and this is what Id wanna wear tonight —J

||🔔 sfw interaction only; we do not consent to k-nk and non-sfw blog interaction 🔔||

[ID: a simple moodboard with a grey satin background. It has a white collared shirt, a navy and light tan striped jumper, light blue plaid pj pants, thick grey ankle socks, and various black stim toys including two rings, a necklace, and a twisting metal circle. /End ID]

#agere #age regression #cglre #sfw agere #sfw interaction only #agere outfits #safe agere #boy regressor #boyreg #cglre outfits #j tag #still trying to figure out how to do this haha #j babbles

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brosif40 · 2 years

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Top 5 fnf mods? Or top 5 fnf characters (both official and modded)

(Doin characters bc I would go absolutely apeshit about the Sonic.EXE mod but that would turn into a huge paragraph hah😅)

I'm gonna be doin my favorites <3

1. Mommy Mearest - UHMM?? MILF?? YES.

As everyone knows She's Girlfriend's mom, and Daddy Dearest's wife! She was a former Pop star- she would definitely gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss.

Just LOOK at her, also her songs are my favorite especially Satin Panties awa

(On to the modded stuff)

2. Bob - Genuinely one of the funniest ones, also I just love little guy -hehe little....

Created by wildythomas on Twitter ( xX_phlox_360 ) and yea ik they left the fnf community- but I wanted to credit em

Apparently he's an Evil God which makes me laugh a lil harder when I think of all the shit he does in the mod- also he's Nonbinary (They/He pronouns I think)

He appears to be a cartoon drawing at first but slowly starts to become more terrifying and mad as each song passes- I really like that concept tbh haha love them lil fucked up and evil guys

3. Garcello - My beloved, I'm stealing his gender still >:)

Just a laid back guy that is a heavy smoker that you rap battle with till he dies <:) (dark way of explaining it whoops) honestly the mod is pretty sad when you think abt it he's one of the only other mod antagonists that is genuinely having fun with BF even while in his final moments qwq-

I really like all the memes of him, and just his character in general :) i rlly like his friendship with Annie haha- all his songs are bangers

Created by Atsuover on Twitter/YouTube

4. Vs. Nonsense - Another funny mod :), my type of humor haha (basically nonsense humor)

And while Nonsense isn't a real person, Nonsensehumor is ! And apparently he made the mod without any modding experience and I say Kudos to that, thats fuckin awesome !!

Basically Gf and Bf break into his house and force him to rap battle which makes it funnier-

Is @/nonsensehumor on YouTube

5. Hypo's Lullaby - Missingno

(Yes I'm very much aware this isn't a fnf character, but I really love the song in this mod !! It's such a banger, and tbh it's vocals make me wanna happy stim)

It's an unofficial Pokémon species found in Pokémon Red and Blue it can be encountered through a glitch in some of the games programming :] (and to get the secret song just press up and down repeatedly in the main menu. A sound effect will play,after this, the secret song can be unlocked by clicking the 0 on the mod watermark at the bottom left- took that from the wiki)

I love the artwork 100%

#i may hate the og creator of fnf and the fandom can have its very toxic moments--#but there is groups of genuinely good people in the community #and im not including whitty bc he doesn't exist anymore.#anonny #long post

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autistic-reptile · 4 years

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okay so I just wanted to share this kinda weird thing that I did recently, because it felt dumb at first but I’m so happy I decided to ignore the stigma and do it anyway 💕

background info: so ever since I was a baby I’ve had this security blanket/stuffed animal that I called Lamby. she had a satin bow on her neck that I would rub in between my fingers constantly. it was definitely my first stim, along with sucking my thumb. Lamby’s bow had to get resewn often because I pulled on it so much. at some point, when I was a teenager, Lamby’s bow got lost in my basement while it was waiting to get resewn by my mom. I still ask her every time I see her if she’s come across it, but it seems like it’s lost forever.

lately, I’ve been pretty stressed and I’ve been having a lot of trouble controlling my stimming. some of my stims involved rubbing my skin and I’m leaving red bumps and callouses from all my stimming. I realized that many of my stims involve stimulation between my fingers, and that having something like Lamby’s bow would allow me to keep stimming this way without rubbing my skin together and hurting myself more.

SO, after doing some searching online, I found Lamby’s brand and found some original ones being sold on ebay. MEET NEW LAMBY!!!

her bow is exactly the same as my original one and I couldn’t be happier (it doesn’t have that “worn” feel yet but it’ll get there). it’s exactly what I wanted!!!! new Lamby has blue accents instead of pink, as well as a sewn nose, but she’s otherwise identical. here’s a comparison picture with the old Lamby:

basically I just wanted to share that I, a 23 year old woman, spent money on an infant’s stuffed animal, AND IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT. I encourage everyone to embrace their “childish” wants and just do what makes you feel good 💜💜💜💜

#my post #actually autistic #actuallyautistic #autism #autistic #asd #stim #stimming #stuffed animals

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crispyjenkins · 4 years

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Convince me, CJ! Make me an Obi Wan stan!

AIGHT NEVER DONE ONE OF THESE BUT HERE WE GO

dunno if you were wanting headcanons or facts, so have some of both

1. tragedy

these posts which are too long to screenshot but say things better than my dumb ass:

duel of the fates analysis by @panharmonium

obi’s sticking to the code even through tragedy by @tarantula-hawk-wasp and @jedi-order-apologist

comparing duel of the fates with the maul duel in rebels by @princeobiwan and @padawanakin

( @panharmonium ) with a wonderful comic here

“Contemplation of death brought only one slight sting of regret, and more than a bit of puzzlement. Until this very moment, he had never realized he’d always expected, for no discernible reason, that when he died, Anakin would be with him.” ― from the Revenge of the Sith novel by Matthew Stover

and his entire story from the jedi apprentice books by Jude Watson (and Dave Wolverton) it makes me weep.

2. worth

this boi just?? doesn’t believe himself? (thanks qui-gon but that’s another post)

from the Revenge of the Sith novel by Matthew Stover

(side note, he’s one of the youngest council members ever?)

and another quote

“He is respected throughout the Jedi Order for his insight as well as his warrior skills. He has become the hero of the next generation of Padawans; he is the Jedi their Masters hold up as a model. He is the being that the Council assigns to their most important missions. He is modest, centered and always kind. He is the ultimate Jedi. It is characteristic of Obi-Wan that he is entirely unaware of this.” — Matthew Stover

didn’t mean for all of those to be stover quotes but here we are

(somewhat related is this excellent post by @gffa discussing obi-wan being a terrifyingly competent fighter)

3. shippable

( @yeahyeahyeaaah )

( @padawansuggest ) and this ship needs more fanart *cries*

( @amiro-art )

this comic for obirex by @jaegervega (cries in rarepairs)

and more that i don’t ship for squick reasons (QuiObi, ObiMaul, MaceObi, ObiTine, etc.)

4. he’s. so. feckin. light?

( @phsmas )

this post from @panharmonium talking about the quote:

“And you, Master. What does your heart tell you you’re meant for?” “Infinite sadness,” Obi-Wan said, even while smiling.”

5. him cute??

(can’t find the original source 😭)

( @lightasthesun i think??)

( @saeseetiin ) like?????? thumb loops?????

and many more instances that i seem to have lost because i fecked up and tagged obi stuff with a hyphen and url coding doesn’t like that

6. him flirt. him never stop flirt.

i’m also having trouble finding pics/gifs of this and i’m sort of too hungry to keep trying, but he flirts while fighting pretty much everybody, which i find very brave and endearing, and love when he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. i just. he’s so willing to sass.

9. ewan mcgreggor put SO MUCH WORK INTO OBI-WAN, he put so much of himself into that role and those movies that i really don’t think you can seperate love for them.

this gif set about him picking his ‘saber in phantom menace ( @kenobi-wxn )

this one where he’s just!! so excited!! to be doing star wars!! ( @manny-jacinto )

him talking about the cultural impact of duel of the fates ( @princeobiwan )

some bloopers from revenge of the sith ( @greenarrow )

him doing george lucas’ job helping daniel logan (boba) in attack of the clones ( @glittergreedo )

( @clubjade ) with an emphasis on

“Now, many years later, the prequels meant a lot to the generation that were kids then. So from smirking, cynical opinions, now I’m getting feedback from the kids they were made for. I’m really happy about that.”

10. some misc. stuff i collected that i didn’t know where else to put

( @theravenjedi )

( @animymind )

and my favourite fucking obi thing of all time:

( @luvvewan ) i just. i have no words for this post. i love him so much.

stuff i can’t find pic/quote evidence for ‘cause i’m too hungry:

he loves the clones. so much. would literally rather die than lose men needlessly

is padmé’s most trusted jedi (even over anakin) and their friendship drives me to tears

had to be told to stop promoting cody

is super strong in the unifying force and has/had lots of visions which i think is underutilised in canon and fanon (so i end up putting it in almost all my writing whoops i love him being an anxious boy so much)

got yelled at by owen lars for trying to help luke from afar and i will FIGHT—

him baby blues

how fecking confused he is when he first lands on kamino

whatever the fuck is happening in this post

came so. fecking. far. from how he was as a padawan, mastered his emotions and found his spot in the universe, no matter how tragic it was

blames himself for both anakin’s fall and the clone chips (even if he never learned about them, which i don’t know what’s canon anymore whether he did or not)

he just?? has so much love in his big ol’ heart? and forgives and grieves and sighs and lives and trusts and dies. and then helps anakin become a force ghost because he can’t imagine death without him.

and now for some headcanons

he likes really realllly bitter tea, partly because qui-gon liked lighter teas so when he starts picking his own after being knighted, he goes with more flavourful ones

his immune system is shot after the clone wars ‘cause he uses so many stims/adrenaline shots/whatever they call them in the gffa because he’s in charge of a third of the GAR and he already worked himself too hard before the wars and boy howdy do those fuck up your immune system

cut his own padawan braid after qui-gon’s death

even though he almost left he order for Satine, he WOULD have if Anakin asked

was lowkey devastated that anakin did not give him his padawan braid after his knighting during the clone wars (no clue what’s canon anymore? but i grew up on the 2003 clone wars, and anakin gives it to padmé and i’m still having feelings about it)

is the council’s baby, in that everyone on the council either saw/helped him grow up, or grew up with him.

while canon says he could never kill anakin, he would have killed vader to protect luke

so in conclusion:

( @left-leggus )

#long post #cj answers #anon #obi wan kenobi #analysis #prequel trilogy #original trilogy #clone wars #i'm so sorry to everybody i ended up tagging in this #i didn't want your work to go uncredited #the obi stan saga

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rejected-beater · 3 years

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Tagged by @refinedstorage

Thank you so much for tagging me! ❤

Tagging: @lilwritingraven @strafethesesinners @jollybone @redreart @fadedjacket @bloodbabe2003 @chazz-anova @pheedraws @unleashedart @vasiktomis @witchesconstellation @wewillryesagain @xbaebsae @yeetslovescheese @ziorre & everyone who wants to!

— LIGHT SOURCES

SUN RAYS.

effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.

INCANDESCENT BULBS.

crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.

STARDUST.

lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.

CANDLE FLAMES.

denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.

MOONBEAMS.

newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin

AURORAS.

combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.

FIREWORKS.

dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend (childhood), the euphoria of soaring through the air (childhood), being excited for what the future holds (childhood), group hugs, colorful tattoos (clan memories), bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair

— BODY LANGUAGE

DEFENSIVENESS.

arms crossed on chest, crossing legs, fist-like gestures, pointing index finger, karate chops, stiffening of shoulders, tense posture, curling of lip, baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE.

hand-to-face gestures, head tilted, stroking chin, peering over glasses, taking glasses off; cleaning, putting earpiece of glasses in mouth, pipe smoker gestures, putting hand to bridge of nose, pursed lips, knitted brows

SUSPICION.

arms crossed, sideways glance, touching or rubbing nose, rubbing eyes, hands resting on weapon, brows raising, lips pressing into a thin line, strict, unwavering eye contact, wrinkling of nose, narrowed eyes

CONFIDENCE.

hands behind back, hands on lapels of coat, steepled hands, baring teeth in a grin, rolling shoulders, tipping head back but maintaining eye contact, chest puffed up, shoulders back, arms folded just above navel, wide eyes, standing akimbo (rarely)

INSECURITY & ANXIETY.

chewing pen or pencil, rubbing thumb over opposite thumb, biting fingernails, biting lips, hands in pockets, elbow bent, closed gestures, clearing throat, “whew” sound, picking or pinching flesh, fidgeting in chair, hand covering mouth whilst speaking, poor eye contact, tugging pants whilst seated, jingling money in pockets, tugging at ear, perspiring hands, playing with hair, swaying, playing with pointer; marker; cane, smacking lips, sighing, rocking on balls of feet, flexing or cracking fingers sporadically, leg bouncing

ANGER & FRUSTRATION.

short breaths, “tsk” sounds, tightly-clenched hands, fist-like gestures, pointing index finger, rubbing hand through hair, rubbing back of neck, snarling, revealing teeth, grimacing, sharp-eye glowers, notable tension in brow, shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing, clenching of jaw, grinding teeth, nostrils flaring, heavy exhales

— SENSES

SIGHT.

small towns, big cities, six thirty curfews (childhood, certain cities stationed), lights that take the place of stars, blanket nests, light through the blinds as a wake up call, found family, finding a single star in the middle of new york night city, window shopping, watching something terrible and enjoying it, growing numb to the sight of injustice, wilted flowers, faded caricatures, bright, bold colours

HEARING.

crickets and lightning bugs, car engines and a.c. units, a phone call to mum/dad, laughing with friends, jokes that are so bad you have to laugh, the clicking of computer keys, noise cancelling headphones, the sound of silence, muffled music from another room, drumming fingertips on a table, clicking of pens, listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower, ringing in the ears, the voice of someone you love, pitch shifted songs (while on stims)

TOUCH.

being held close during a long night, fleeting reassurances, holding hands when you’re scared, brushing fingers through strands of hair, freshly dried clothes, bruises on your knuckles, silk and satin, your favourite pet’s fur or feather, wringing your hands anxiously, snuggles, comforters in the dead of winter, nails against skin, cold metal, leather in summer

TASTE.

(synthetic) coffee in the morning, tea in the evening, bubblegum that lost its flavor, alcohol burning the back of your throat, homemade cooking, no matter what’s made, blood in your mouth, stale air, mint, fresh vegetables, that processed taste of citrus candy, the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good, foreign sweets, fast street food, bittersweet, sour, spicy, sweet, bitter, too much salt on fries

#rai anderson #my oc #idk what the half of all that meant xD #sorry you already made it and I tagged you again!

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oceanmando · 3 years

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I’ve Loved You Since I Met You

“I- it’s just-” She pauses to take a breath. “It’s just- you know how I feel about you, Obi-Wan. I know how you feel about me. But we have our loyalties. I can’t- I won’t- I- I can’t abandon my responsibilities. I don’t want to hurt you. Or hurt myself. Not again.”

Obi-Wan and Satine get trapped in an elevator. As Obi-Wan is dying (not really, but he hurts a lot), they talk about their feelings. Happy ending I promise!! Everybody is ok in the end!!

Made as a Secret Santa gift for @ moonykryze on Twitter! Merry Christmas!

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The wind whips Obi-Wan’s hair as the speeder soars through the sky of Coruscant. Although it's only mid-day, the sky is already filled with traffic. He glances at the woman sitting next to him. Her blonde hair is pulled back into an ornate hairstyle and she’s wearing a blue and grey gown. Her eyes flicker to the left to look at him and Obi-Wan turns away.

Satine Kryze hasn’t even been on Coruscant for a full rotation but there had already been at least two attempts on her life. She was here to speak to the senate about something involving trade routes and peace treaties- Obi-Wan didn’t remember the specifics- and someone really didn’t want her to get her message out. Almost immediately after she had arrived someone had tried to bomb the landing platform with a speeder. Thankfully Satine had gotten far enough away that she hadn’t been hurt. Then there had been a Mandalorian sniper, possibly from Death Watch, who had shot at her on her way to the Senate Building. Coruscant security was still searching for the shooter. That time Obi-Wan had been there to pull her out of the way before she was shot. Now he was supposed to stay with her for the rest of the trip to keep her safe.

Satine had been awkwardly silent since he met her on the landing platform. Obi-Wan had hoped that they could at least catch up, but she had barely said a single word to him. He had escorted her to and from her various meetings for hours but she hadn’t even tried to start up a conversation.

Obi-Wan sees their destination not far ahead. It was some luxurious, high-security hotel that he didn’t remember the name of. Obi-Wan has to shield his eyes from the blinding light that reflects off the crystal windows. Only a minute later, the speeder pulls up to the door. They land and Obi-Wan steps out of the speeder. He turns, takes Satine’s hand, and helps her out as well.

“Thank you,” she says quietly. She pulls her hand away and reaches to grab her bag from under her seat.

“Will that be all, Duchess?” their driver asks.

“Yes, you are dismissed.”

The two walked into the hotel. Inside, the marble floor was inlaid with glittering jewels. Dignitaries, wealthy business owners, and droids buzzed around the lobby. Although he thought it was excessive, Obi-Wan had gotten used to the flashy and lavish lifestyle of the Coruscant Elite by now.

“Your room is on level three,” he says. She acknowledges him with a curt nod but says nothing. “We should take the lift. It’s the fastest way up.”

Obi-Wan presses the button next to the closest lift and waits. Satine is simply looking at the wall with a blank expression. He really wants to say something, to break the awkward silence between them, but he holds his tongue.

After a wait that’s far too long, the lift finally arrives, and the doors open with a ding. The lift isn’t surrounded by glass like many of the other ones in fancy Coruscant buildings and it almost feels claustrophobic. They step in and the doors close.

“Thank you for escorting me,” Satine says crisply. It feels so unlike her. Obi-Wan is used to hearing the compassion and empathy in her voice. The Satine he knows is passionate and joyful, but this one feels like a droid. Obi-Wan thinks that he might know why but doesn't say anything.

Before he can think of a reply, there's a sudden jolt in his gut. He’s immediately consumed by unexplainable fear and horror. He throws himself on Satine and they fall to the floor, and he covers her body under his. She looks up at him with a confused look. As he opens his mouth to explain, he’s interrupted by a terrible noise that sounds like metal being torn apart. Then he’s hit with a wave of heat and pain and everything goes black.

“Obi? Obi-Wan, please wake up.” Obi-Wan tries to move, tries to open his eyes, but his body doesn’t respond. His body is on fire. He hears a desperate voice- Satine he thinks- but it’s too muffled to make out. He fades in and out of consciousness for what feels like days, although it could easily have been only a few minutes- before he’s lucid enough to open his eyes. Everything is a blur but he sees a faint blue light and that someone is looking at his face.

“Obi-Wan please wake up.” Although he can’t make out her face, he knows for sure now that it’s Satine.

“Wha- what happ-ened-” Obi-Wan mumbles. His vision starts to come into focus and he can smell smoke.

“There was a bomb I think,” Satine explains quickly. “The door won’t open, I tried to use your lightsaber to cut through it but it looks like the whole lift is buried in debris and I couldn’t get anywhere.”

Obi-Wan realizes that the light is coming from his lightsaber. He can see well enough now to realize that Satine is the one holding it.

“I thought that you didn’t like weapons,” he says. He tries to laugh but he ends up coughing violently instead. He can taste blood. That’s not good.

“Obi-Wan, you’re coughing up blood,” she realizes with horror. “Do you- what do we-”

“Unless you have a medkit and some stims then there isn’t much we can do except wait for rescue.” He hisses in pain. “Can you help me up?”

Satine turns off the lightsaber, plunging them into darkness. Then she gently helps him sit up. He tries to stand, but he realizes almost immediately that his legs won’t hold him and he finds himself slouching against the wall instead. Satine turns the lightsaber back on and they’re bathed in blue light.

“Well, how do I look?” He looks at Satine with a smirk. Satine actually chuckles as she settles down beside him.

“I haven’t seen you look this bad since Draboon,” she admits.

“Well you don’t look very good either,” he replies. “but still beautiful as always.” He tries to laugh but it turns into coughs again. She gives him a concerned look.

“Please don’t do that,” she asks with a sad smile. “It’s hard to laugh at your terrible jokes when you’re dying.”

He stops himself before he can laugh again and gives her a smirk instead. “Alright, I’ll try my best.”

They sit silently for a while. The only noise is the pulsing hum of his lightsaber and their own breathing, and it’s almost calming. Then he finally breaks the silence.

“You… you were different, earlier.”

“Hm?” She turned to look at him. “Oh, well- it’s nothing. Not worth worrying about.”

“I can tell that you’re lying, Satine.”

Obi-Wan is already in pain. It feels like every bone in his body is broken, and his lungs are burning. But this… this hurts more than anything else right now.

“I know,” he says. His voice is so quiet that it’s almost a whisper.

“But… I love you, Obi-Wan. I think of you every day. I try not to, but- I do. I’ve loved you since I met you. But I can’t do this to you.”

“Oh Satine…”

She sniffles quietly. Obi-Wan realizes that she’s crying. He tries to move his hand to rest it on her shoulder, but his arm only flops in response. She gives him a sympathetic look in response. And then, to his surprise, she leans over and rests her head lightly against his shoulder. Despite the horrible pain everywhere else in his body, all he can think about is the warmth of her body so close to his.

“I’m so sorry, Obi. I- every now and then, I think about it being different. Or how it could have been different. What it would’ve been like if you hadn’t been a Jedi or if I hadn’t been a leader or…” Her voice trails off. “But it can’t be different. They’re all just hopeless fantasies.”

“Satine, I love you. I wish things had been different too. I think about it sometimes- leaving the Jedi Order- but we have our duties. We can’t leave them. It’s… so hard, being separated from you, feeling these feelings… I wish that we could change things, but we can’t. Not now.” He’s crying too. His throat burns from talking, but his heart hurts more.

“I know,” she breathes.

They don’t say anything else. They just sit in the collapsed lift, leaning against each other, wishing that things could be different. Obi-Wan doesn’t know how long they’ve been sitting there when finally they hear a faint sound.

“What is it?” Obi-Wan asks as Satine stands.

“I don’t know- I think-” Satine jumps back as they hear the sound of metal groaning. Obi-Wan thinks that maybe there’s been another explosion before he hears distant voices.

“We’re in here!” Satine shouts, banging against the door to the lift. “We’re alive! We’re in the lift!” Obi-Wan tries to stand up to help her but falls again. All of the pain comes back to him and he grunts in pain. Satine rushes to his side.

“Stay down, please,” she says. Obi-Wan, in too much pain to speak, nods. And then, he hears the familiar voice of a clone.

“Get away from the door!” they yell. Satine turns off the lightsaber and helps him to move as far away from it as possible. He hears a hiss and an explosion. There's a bright light, and for a second he can’t see. When the light fades away he sees the iconic red and white armor of the Coruscant Guard.

“Sir!” A clone rushes to his side. “Someone get a medic!”

Relief floods his body. He’s safe. Satine’s safe. They’re going to be alright.

A medic rushes in and begins to look him over. He feels a painful jab in his arm and realizes that he’s been given an injection.

“Sir, we’re going to have to sedate you until you get to the hospital.” Obi-Wan nods again, and only a few moments later the clone jabs him again. As he feels himself slowly falling asleep, he looks at Satine. Although she’s still crying, she’s smiling. And then he falls asleep.

Obi-Wan wasn’t exactly sure when he regained consciousness. He felt like he’d been hit by a speeder. His body ached and his joints felt stiff. When he finally draws up the strength to open his eyes, he realizes that he’s in a hospital bed. He blinks, trying to clear the fuzziness from his vision, and notices two familiar faces watching him.

“Master Kenobi!” Ahsoka jumps up from a chair and- very gently- hugs him. Anakin is close behind her, watching his former master with a look of relief.

“How long was I out?” Obi-Wan asks quietly. His throat is sore and it hurts to talk.

“Three days,” Anakin answers. “They were worried that you wouldn’t make it.”

“Well, I knew that you would! It’s going to take a lot more than that to knock you down,” Ahsoka interjects, her face beaming with a smile.

“Bounty hunters bombed the hotel. You were trapped down there for several hours. They were surprised that you and Satine survived.”

At the mention of her name, all of the memories from the last few days came back to him. Satine.

“Where is Satine? Is she alright?” Obi-Wan tries to sit up but a sudden pain in his abdomen keeps him down. Anakin puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Duchess Satine is fine,” Anakin reassures him. Then Obi-Wan notices that he and Ahsoka exchange a knowing look.

“What are you two so happy about?” Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow. Well, he tries to raise an eyebrow, but the pain in his face makes it look more like a confused look than a suspicious one.

“She’s been sitting next to your bed almost the entire time,” Ahsoka explains with a smirk. “She’s been here for over three days.”

Obi-Wan feels his face grow hot with embarrassment. Now he understands why they’re so smug.

“She really didn’t want to leave. The med bot almost had to sedate her to get her to rest,” Anakin adds, a glint in his eye. “She was talking to you the whole time too.”

“Anakin, Ahsoka, I don’t know what you’re trying to infer about me and Satine-”

Obi-Wan turns his head as the door to his room opens. As if on cue, Satine walks in. Her face brightens when she sees him.

“Obi!” She rushes towards him, and Anakin and Ahsoka move out of the way to let her stand next to him. “Oh I’m so glad that you’re awake, I was so worried…”

Obi-Wan notices how exhausted she looks. There are bags under her eyes and she is paler than normal. Her eyes are puffy and red as if she’s been crying for days. Obi-Wan figures that she has.

“Obi is fine,” Anakin states smugly. Obi-Wan casts him a glare.

“We’ll let you guys have some… alone time,” Ahsoka says in between stifled laughs. Anakin winks at him, and the two leave the room. The door closes with a hiss.

Satine sits down in the chair next to his bed. She puts her hand on his but her eyes trail to the floor. For what feels like an eternity, the two are silent.

“Thank you… for saving my life.” Obi-Wan looks at her but she doesn’t stop staring at the floor.

“It isn’t the first time I’ve saved your life,” she replies with a laugh. Obi-Wan doesn’t immediately answer her and the two resume their silence.

“Satine, about what we said-”

“Obi-Wan. I- it’s- ok.”

She finally turns to look at him. Her hands go up to his face and their eyes meet. There’s a joy in hers that he hasn’t seen in years. Then, suddenly, their lips connect.

For a sweet, blissful moment everything is fine. There’s no responsibilities, no war, no Sith, no Jedi- just the two of them alone in a hospital room without a care in the galaxy. Obi-Wan knows that the moment won’t last, but for now he simply lets himself get lost in their kiss.

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simwoman2002 · 3 years

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Thank you so much @yeetslovescheese for tagging me! 😊💙💙💙

Tagging: Anyone who sees this 😉 (I hardly know anyone on this blog and I’m not sure how many folks from my Fallout and Far Cry side-blogs know this is my main blog, lol 😂)

Rules: highlight in bold what applies for yourself or your oc

Barbara Rook

— LIGHT SOURCES

SUN RAYS.

INCANDESCENT BULBS.

STARDUST.

CANDLE FLAMES.

MOONBEAMS.

AURORAS.

FIREWORKS.

— BODY LANGUAGE

DEFENSIVENESS.

arms crossed on chest, crossing legs, fist-like gestures, pointing index finger, karate chops, stiffening of shoulders, tense posture, curling of lip, baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE.

SUSPICION.

CONFIDENCE.

INSECURITY & ANXIETY.

ANGER & FRUSTRATION.

— SENSES

SIGHT.

HEARING.

TOUCH.

TASTE.

#far cry #far cry 5 #fc5 #barbara rook #rook #deputy #junior deputy #deputy rook #oc #far cry 5 oc #far cry oc

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mastrmiscellaneous · 3 years

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Profile

Name: Ella Croft

Godly Influence: Legacy of Vulcan, follower of Ptah

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Welsh, Roman, American

Birthday: 13th March, 1997

Age: 14 – when starts Egyptian Magic

Height: 5’5”

Build: slim, with surprising but subtle curves, slight muscle from working with tools and the little exercise she gets

Hair: Pale blonde, cut short, just under her ears, with a thick, floppy, fluffy tuft at the top partially flicked up, and a fringe parted to the left partially covering her left eye

Eyes: muted forest green, large and round

Skin/Complexion: pale, very clean

Face Shape: angled jaw with hight cheekbones and a curved square jaw

Skills:

· Magic –

o Portals

o Glamour control

o Surveillance magic

o Machine Manipulation

o Summoning magic

o Basic Combat Magic

· Normal –

o fixing things

o extreme knowledge of clocks and time pieces

o large knowledge of lighting and light-based infrastructure

o expert knowledge of Osteological knowledge

o takes in surroundings quickly

Weapon:

· a slim, lightweight, birch wood staff with the upper half of a femur bone attached to the top

· an Imperial Gold set of tools for work

· Eventually – a roman style gladius named Tempus Flecte she made herself

Attire:

· Dijon yellow baggy tshirt

· Oversized black zip-up hoodie, with a muted dark red hood, cuffs, and trim

· greyish blue baggy jeans

· light grey leather gloves, lined with white satin

· reddish brown converse with black toe tips and soles

· brown suede satchel that holds her tools, stim toys, and headphones in it constantly, among other things

· golden pocket watch with a pearlescent face on a chain around her neck

Bio:

Ella was born in New Rome to a son of Vulcan, Jack Croft, and an Anthropologist, Tabitha Croft. She was raised in the Roman city, yet never felt completely at home there. Too much was constantly going on, and being Autistic did not help. It was too loud and crowded, too much was happening and it overstimulated her a lot. She never felt like she fit in, she wasn’t a fighter, and never felt incredibly connected to the Roman way of life. That was, until the year after the events of the Prophecy of Seven, when the four worlds met and made their existence known. This was when she felt a connection to the Egyptians, and started studying Egyptian Magic, dedicating herself to the God of Craftmanship, Ptah.

Ella has three particular special interests; Clocks and Time Pieces, Osteology, and Light Features. She often gets distracted by these topics, and will go on long rants about the intricacies of the topic if allowed. She wears a pocket watch around her neck as she finds the rhythmic ticking soothing, and often helped her if she was getting overstimulated. As long as she could concentrate on the ticking, she could stay grounded long enough to retreat somewhere safe. she stims by fiddling with thing in her hands, and by using a short string of lights, just staring at them and fiddling with the wire to make the lights move.

When she was 14, The House of Life, along with representatives from Camp Half Blood and Hotel Valhalla, came to New Rome and made a truce agreement, agreeing to help each other, and allow each world to convene and make the world a better, safer place for all. Ella introduced herself to the Brooklyn House and explained her connection to Egyptian Magic. They agreed to help her train, and she went on to spend the summers in the Brooklyn house. In the Brooklyn House, she met a strange, powerful boy of the name Ethan Moriarty, who came to her when he needed a watch fixed. They became fast friends, along with befriending Pollen Vice, Host of Serqet, and Myles Windheilm.

On their life quest to find themselves, Ella and Ethan grow ever stronger, in their magic and their relationship. Ethan reveals his true self, and Ella proves herself to be not just a brilliant Magician, but a true Roman. Her and her new friends quest for greatness and acknowledgment, earning pride and confidence along the way.

Ella acts as an ambassador for the Egyptian Magicians in New Rome, allowing the Magicians access to New Rome and making sure they get treated well in inter-pantheon debates and agreements.

#ella croft #pjo ocs #character profile

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almaasi · 4 years

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 15x13 “Destiny’s Child”

so Destiel is a pizza metaphor now, I guess :o

05:24pm

i am LATE

because my doctor wanted to see me before the entire country goes into self isolation for 4 weeks. so i was there at 10am (an unGODLY HOUR) and they were doing all the appointments in the car park, with the patients in their cars and the doctors outside wielding those forehead-check temperature thingies. anyway i’m not dying. but i did have to go back to bed with wet hair because DECONTAMINATION

also i wore a surgical mask and now i have a rash where it touched me :/

05:42

almost done downloading. expectations for this episode: SOMETHING FUN. hopes: a hint (or a heap) of destiel. c:

05:45

alrighty it’s done!!! let’s go, lesbians

05:45

cas: “if the pizza man truly l--”

OH BOY WE’RE IN FOR SOMETHING

cas sexuality recap????????????????? iiiiiiiiiiiiiinteresting,,,,,,,,,,,

the pizza man.......... is dean............................

what

happening

seriously what the fuck is happening

for 10 years i’ve expected a destiel recap and thIS WAS NOT IT, FAM

BUT I AM FUCKING INTO IT.

edit: wait, the pizza man is CAS, meg/the empty said later. so dean just wants all the pizza in his mouth i guess

05:49

my brain has rewired itself to be unable to see two characters together without worrying about covid-19. i can’t imagine anyone kissing without squicking myself. it’s weird.

and dean and sam are TOO CLOSE

take a little sub-step back there, ladies

05:51

other-dean-and-sam step out of their car

okay first off

1. the music. i like it. it’s awful in this show. i’m gonna look it up later.

2. the ANKLE. disgusting. i’m attracted to it.

2.1. wait no it’s sam’s ankle i take it back

05:56pm

sam: “it’s latin for ‘hidden’. where do we find it?”

billie. “i. don’t. know. it’s. hidden.”

i love her so damn much.

05:58

dean playing with the rubber band feels like a metaphor for the universes. he twists it into an infinity symbol and ooooooh

ahh look at this boy stimming

recently, the more i’ve watched dean the more i’m more inclined to think he’s also on the autism spectrum. just SO different from cas. and forced to hide all his traits by his upbringing, lifestyle, and surroundings, the way women with autism tend to do.

DEAN TRYING TO GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO THE THING AND CAS SAYING NO !!!!!!!!!!

10/10

edit: probably my favourite part of this episode tbh. and i completely forgot about it until i was re-reading this post just now

06:05

anael/sister jo: “well, the healthcare systems sucks, so i pick up the slack”

resentful applause would be appropriate here

i like how she’s dressed! stripy blue turtleneck under a red satin cocktail dress under a bubblegum pink blazer!!!! nice!!

06:20pm

accidentally moved my computer and it turned off, lost a bit of this post. basically it was me saying ARE YOU TELLING ME ANAEL AND RUBY WERE CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE and having my fingers crossed for it being explicitly romantic somewhere in this

and then cas is talking to jack

cas: “dean feels things more acutely than any human i’ve ever known”

which, for one thing, only feeds my growing autistic!dean headcanon

and secondly, there’s a shot of the pizza as he says that!!!! significant

did dean just call sam ‘samwitch’ or is he referring to sam/rowena

cas: “the demon you were sexually intimate with”

which just reminds me how ruby was cas’ parallel that season.....

so i guess nowadays they just pop into hell like it’s a grocery store

dean’s gonna be so mad if cas dies forever

team free will dies if jack does it wrong

MUCH PRESSURE TO PUT ON TINY JACK O NOES

anael and ruby are definitely playing good omens

06:46

jack questioning this every step of the way probably Means Something

dean and cas standing in a church by the altar looks a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle like a wedding

i question how the moon would be in exactly the right place and fullness in order for them to find that. one minute off and they never would’ve seen it. and ruby’s been dead 10 years and somehow knows where the moon is, topside???

SO CAS JUST FOUND A SNITCH AND THE SNITCH IS LIKE “EAT ME”

very harry potter

jack’s gonna eat the snitch isn’t he

snek

JACK HEARS PARSELTONGUE

there is SO MUCH good omens and harry potter in this, i love it

dean and cas at the altar again........ ugh <3

brazil iS NOT WHERE ANYONE WANTS TO BE

everything is Bad there

07:00

HOO

it’s over

well that was a different episode than the trailer made it out to be. good though. wow so much all at once. i enjoyed seeing the ladies again.

THE RECAP ABOUT THE PIZZA THOUGH. like... it wasn’t textual in the episode, just made people Aware of the subtext?? which means regular people WILL BE NOTICING THE DESTIEL GOING FORWARD. OH BOY.

i’m too tired to have coherent thoughts but i enjoyed this!! i love jack and billie and i love how concerned dean was about dead!cas, and the other-sam-and-dean were funny but THEY’RE JUST?? OUT THERE IN THE WORLD NOW??

10/10 and i am intrigued about what’s coming next........

but yeah there was destiel. it’s just a pizza metaphor now.

*pizza emoji*, *clown emoji*

edit: so i just realised this was a bucklemming episode and THAT EXPLAINS MY WEIRD FEELING OF “i enjoyed this but something felt off”. like parts of this fell flat and felt like they skimmed potential rather than delving into it, and i was like hmmmm, but ignored the feeling bc i am just really fuckin tired. but yeah that explains the busty asian beauties thing too. i didn’t mention it bc ugh can’t be bothered. but yeah. adjusting my rating to 8/10 because it really does make a difference knowing the author’s intentions were questionable

#spn #Elmie watches things #post of postiness #season 15 #destiny's child #15x13

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marinsawakening · 5 years

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Dunno if you know Haikyuu, but Kageyama? Or maybe Howl from Spirited Away?

ANON I LOVE YOU

I don’t know Haikyuu (I mean I know the basics; volleyball sports anime, protag is the Actual Sun) (or at least he’s designed like it) but I love and support your headcanon although I sadly cannot write a fic for it.

THAT SAID I’m pretty sure you meant Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle bc I don’t think Spirited Away has a Howl (hmu with a second ask if I’m wrong), and I DEFINITELY love and support that one! Loud characters like Howl are very rarely headcanoned as autistic, and so I’m absolutely STOKED about this one as a loud ADHD autistic, and I really really love this especially in the book context bc in the book Howl is from Wales and moved to Ingary to be a dramatic wizard, and as an autistic with a special interest in fantasy I can confirm I’d ABSOLUTELY become a weird, dramatic, flamboyant wizard recluse with rumors that I’m going to eat women’s hearts if I had the chance. Also the reason his room is Like That is because he’s constantly understimulated and he needs lots of things to visually stim with.

I’m pretty sure you’re talking movie!Howl (bc of the Spirited Away mention), which is valid as all hell, but Diana Wynne Jones happens to be one of my fave authors of all time and I’m a massive fan of the book, so this is mostly based on the book (also sorry if this is not entirely canon compliant, it’s been a while since I’ve read the book/seen the movie) (feat. comorbid ADHD):

It was one of those days where boredom reigned and everything seemed to be too little and too much at the same time. His clothes itched, and he wondered if it would be worth Sophie’s complaining to magic them into non-itchy clothes. Only, he knew that at the moment, there was no clothing that wouldn’t itch, no clothing that would sit right and feel comfortable against his skin, and so he tried his best to ignore it, drumming his fingers and lazily conjuring up miniature fireworks over his head.

As it turns out, he would have done well to be worried about the fireworks causing Sophie’s irritation more than the chance of clothing.

“What on Earth are you doing in here?” she grumbled as she opened the door. “I can hear your explosions all the way down in the kitchen.”

“Miss Hatter, I’m afraid I’m dying of boredom,” he replied, making a blue star burst so loudly that Sophie jumped. “And if the boredom doesn’t do me in, my clothes will surely do it instead.” He picked up one of his coattails. “It itches to no end, and nothing I do will help.”

“Can’t you just magic yourself a new pair?” she asked, unimpressed.

“Alas!” he cried, throwing one arm over his face. “I know from experience that nothing I wear will be any different. It’s the texture of the fabric, I’m afraid. Cotton doesn’t sit right with my skin.”

“What about wool? Or satin, even?”

“Wool is even worse, and the way Satin slides against my skin -” he broke himself off and shuddered.

Sophie crossed her arms. “Surely there must be something you can handle? Your skin can’t possibly be that sensitive?”

For a moment, Howl considered explaining the concepts of autism, ADHD, and sensory difficulties to her. Then his sleeves rubbed against his shoulders wrong, and he decided that he really wasn’t up for that today.

“No, there is nothing. Simply the act of wearing clothes at all is torture.” He sighed, and let a bright yellow bee zoom through the room, following it with his eyes.

He barely heard Sophie say “Well, don’t go around running naked, and keep the noise down or you won’t get any supper.” Then, he heard the sound of a door slamming shut.

“Cruel,” he muttered under his breath, then sat back and tried to focus on the little glowing blue flies.

A week later, Sophie threw a suit at his face. “Since you insist on being dramatic,” she added, then grabbed a broom and headed off to sweep.

Blinking, Howl held the suit up to his face, inspecting its integrate diamond pattern and soft, pink fabric. He let it slide through his fingers. It felt almost... good?

Quickly, he changed clothes, and immediately, he realized that Sophie had weaved magic into the fabric. It didn’t feel like cotton, or satin, or wool, or anything else he’d ever worn; it was feather light, floating instead of weighing him down, and a brush with the sleeves gave him a nice, pleasant, tingling feeling. He did an experimental twirl, and to his surprise, he noticed the coattails leaving behind a glittering trail of stars.

“And to think she probably didn’t even do this on purpose,” he muttered, swinging his tails back and forth.

He stood there for a while, just rubbing his sleeves and stimming with his new coat, before running off to ask Sophie to make another ten of these.

#my posts #howl's moving castle #diana wynne jones #my writing #autistic headcanon #auti stuff #Anonymous

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