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I’m in the middle of watching Citadel Rescue (03x20) and can we just give a hand to the clone who got to ride Obi-Wan Kenobi. Henceforth he shall be known as Rhyder, since he wasn’t given a name. I’m pretty sure Rhyder survived, and I like to think that this moment gave him bragging rights for the rest of his life.

LIKE

GUYS

Imagine him bragging about it...to poor Commander Cody!!!

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Thank you!

I, please?

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Oh boy definitely for both. AU crossovers are one of my biggest guilty pleasure both in reading and writing (as if having written a nora.gami AU and bn.ha AU wasn’t enough proof. and I’m still writing that bn.a AU and pok.emon ranger. and I was planning a twe.wy one-)

and just about anything angsty with a happy ending is my biggest guilty pleasure, I’m pretty much guaranteed to read that stuff whenever I find it.

Some tropes like coffee shop and rivals to lovers make me weak too- and fantasy/monster stuff

views in swtor ✧ zakuul

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That is when the first crow landed. It fluttered down, its talons curling around a branch. Then came another. Another. A parade of black settled about the tree, cawing and purring under the stars.

Cynthia Bond, from 'Ruby'

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Clone mom Shaak Ti requested by @lindsaygallof

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toxic husbands (they’re waiting for ahsoka to come pick them up for bingo)

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Endou and his world(s)

Just some random idea that was asking me to draw itself very hard… the caption for it in my folder was simply “gay” gjdg 

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

I recently came out to my mother's side of the family who are majority conservative christians and it went much better than I expected. Like, they were weirdly supportive. I only got one comment insinuating that I might possibly be going to hell but it came from my aunt and she's dying soon anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Anyway, I'm telling them how shocked I am and that I honestly thought that they'd have more of a problem with it when my grandma is like "Well you know we've been through this before with your uncle Nicky" and I'm like "what" and so it turns out that my uncle Nick was born a Natalie, came out as a boy at 19, and my great grandma proceeded to pay for his top surgery and hormone therapy. In 1974. And I just had to process for a bit because my entire life no one has referred to him as anything other than he/him and his chosen name. I ask why no one ever thought to mention this and they're just like "tbh we forgot. It's been so long that he's been a man" This man is married. He has a wife and three kids. I ask my relatives how they went about having kids, whether through adoption or sperm donor or what and none of them know. Apparently he just told everyone that they were gonna be parents and then one day showed up at my grandma's house with a baby. No questions were asked. Just. He and his wife had a baby now and that was that. Three times. Weeks later when I finally talk to my aunt Sarah (Nick's wife) all she tells me is that neither of them have ever been pregnant and, I quote, "sometimes you just come into children". She phrased it like people use the phrase "come into money". Like children are something that just happens to you. I ask my relatives if any of them had a problem with Nick being trans at the time, saying I'd understand if they had negative feelings about it, as it was the 1970s after all. They were like "nope" and i was just like "you didn't think anything of it?" And my grandfather was like "these things happen" while the other adults nodded sagely. So I guess the moral here is that if my conservative christian relatives could accept my uncle as trans in the 1970s then there really isn't any excuse for anyone. And also my family needs to ask more questions because I'm fairly sure my aunt and uncle stole their kids.

I'm laughing my ass off at that last sentence- But I'm so glad your coming out went well! That's one heck of a way to find out you have LGBT relatives.

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This is awesome.

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