ok ive had this head canon in mind for awhile. musician! connor & evan, right? been done before. but what if you reversed the clichés? DRUMMER!EVAN AND PIANIST!CONNOR?? - ev taps random beats when he’s anxious - drums to get out his feelings - connor listens to classical music to calm himself down - VERY skilled with his fingers ;)
HECK MAN IVE GOTTEN A REQUEST FOR THIS BEFORE AND I HAVENT GOT AROUND TO WRITING IT!!! But I totally agree with this 100%
Like Evan gets out his nervous ticks through drumming. And the steady beats calm him. Sometimes people will call him “the little drummer boy” AW
AND LIKE WOWEEEE CONNORS FINGERS WOULD BE SKILLED MAN WINK WONK. I feel like Cynthia and Larry put him through piano lessons when he was younger. But he would be so grateful w the piano. And during his lonely lunch hours, he would spend forever playing the piano in the music room.
Could you please explain the "help me" in the bottom of the groom's shoes and how it's a joke/poking fun at/is an example of toxic heteronomativity?
So I dunno if y’all have seen this, but I’ve worked a lot of weddings in my life and there’s this super funny (/sarcasm/) thing where the groom will write “help me” on the soles of his shoes, so that when the couple kneel down at the altar, everyone will see it and laugh at the fact that this poor man has been trapped into the sanctity of marriage.
Sort of like those cake toppers where the groom is attempting to run away or is being forcibly dragged to the altar with words like game over on it cause he no longer gets to have fun with his life or something because he’s getting married:
Or quite literally, a ball and chain:
Basically the whole “help me” thing? Is a continuation of the idea that there are definite gender norms, and that those genders are in direct conflict with each other, and therefore predispositioned to eventual resentment and hatred.
It’s the snarky sitcom hetero snide comedy where the wife is always nagging the husband who is the put upon joe average who had life and dreams until he got married and had kids, who now wants to just be left alone to read the paper while his wife looks after his home, his kids, his general emotional well being, and is still cast as the shrew for wanting something more from him than his dispassionate resentment that she won’t coddle him like one of the offspring.
Cause haha, it’s so awful spending the rest of your life with the person you are profess to love and adore…imagine that…imagine losing your freedom, your individuality and quite possibly your own autonomy to another person through a societal convention… *everyone not born male and white looks into the camera like they’re on the office*
Also consider, if a woman knelt down at the altar and had “help me” on her shoes? How drastically unfunny that becomes because we know, we know the way marriage is set up to give one partner the advantage over the other…
It’s just icky. It’s an icky not funny joke which I wish would die out.
The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone.
Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning.
All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free.
And it was gone.
Clint was gonna shoot somebody.
Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.
yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend.
I am posting this on here, Tumblr, because I really think a bunch need to learn what the word RESPECT means
This is also regarding for something a bunch of people ask me before; “do you know what happened to UltimaAlmighty?”, and what happened to him after his mistake was awful, and all thanks to people treating him with HATE, a way to disrespect someone as a human,
instead of ignore him or block him. If you don’t like someone (including me) don’t waste your time, keep living and block the people you don’t like, like ignoring someone in school. The same with Felix AKA PewDiePie, JonTron and MORE, hope they are doing super ok.
Jokes are not defining people, our actions in real life defining us, don’t follow someones post with a hate, or some news on the internet, no no, look at what people do in real life, or just ignore and keep living!
I really hope a bunch of you learn from someone really nice, Markiplier.. I hope this video teaches you something, maybe a little thing, but something good.
“Treat people the way you want to be treated”
Everyone, have a really nice day.
and sorry, again, for not posting drawings, I am still working on this animation WITH JOKES, the most scary thing for everyone!!
He fucking stripped the song of the seductive aura and completely made it about emotions, missing someone, wanting them back. In the acoustic version he took his time, slowed it down, let the lyrics really sink in. It was so emotionally driven, man.
BTS reaction to them seeing you sleeping with a stuffed animal they got you
Jin would be extremely happy. He got you a nice, fluffy, light pink bear. He wasn’t exactly sure if you would like it, so when he saw you cuddling it, he would have a smile 1000 miles wide. He took a picture or two before he couldn’t take it any more “I’m so glad you like it. I’ll be sure to get you more in the future, cutie.” He’d whisper to himself before tucking you in more.
Yoongi would be extremely flustered by how much you liked his simple gift. He got you a cute Kumamon since you both loved the cute brown bear. He knew it would make you smile so he couldn’t resist getting it for you. He found you asleep on the couch waiting for him to get home from practice. “Aw… at least you can cuddle him while you’re waiting for me.”
He would be extremely happy and excited! He would get you a nice little cat plushy. He would come back from the store to find you asleep while watching the tv. He would squeak a bit, take a few pictures of how cute you were and plop down next to you. “Wakey wakey, baby girl! I see you like the kitty I got you! What if I said I got you another one?” Hobi would grin pulling out another stuffed animal just to spoil you.
He would just have a wide smile looking at you sleeping with the Ryan he got you in his arms. You would always steal his so he got you a big Ryan bear to cuddle with when he couldn’t be around. You were laying in the middle of the floor, having fell asleep on whatever you were working on. Namjoon would scoop you up, lay you in bed and kiss your forehead. “You’re so precious. I just love you, babe” he’d lay the bear beside you and wait for you to wake up.
Jimin bought you so many stuffed animals you couldn’t ever pick which one to snuggle with. Jimin just loved to spoil you with anything you could ever ask for. You picked up a teddy bear, a tiger, and a little dolphin. He came in with a big smile. “Hey! Jagi!!” He’d say, as he burst into the room. Jimin realized you were asleep and noticed all the stuffed toys in your arms. “Aw…. you’re so cute!!!!” He smiled happily at you happily.
Tae would also spoil you with so many gifts. Clothes, shoes, stuffed animals, flowers. You name it, he’ll get it for you. He came in to see you snuggling with a soft velvet looking horse. He would laugh and take as many pictures of you as he could before you woke up. “Ahhhhh!!! You’re so cute! Go back to bed so I can get more cute pictures!”
Jungkook would just glance at you without realizing you had the black bunny he got you when you two started dating in your arms. He looked at you again, and ran his hands through your hair slowly. When he sees the bunny in your arms, he would smile so wide with a little blush. “You like that bunny a lot, don’t you, sweetie? That makes me really happy.”
It fascinates me how smart and witty Baekhyun is like people have him as this bubbly and bright boy that jokes around a lot and is always happy but all his remarks and comments are so well thought, all his actions are really premeditated like at any given moment he knows exactly what he’s doing and how he’s doing it and you can actually see it in his eyes that he knows so well how to manage everyone around him and himself so well I’m in awe
Y/N would have never imagined the amount of attention being Harry’s best friend would bring. There’s also always speculations, suspicions that the two might be more than friends, given the fact that when they go out, it’s like they might as well be joined at the hip. Where Harry is on a day off, Y/N is sure to follow, and the paparazzi gets pictures of it all. But Y/N’s always been just a friend. It’s not like she trails behind him like a puppy, no. Harry just always loves having her around, finds comfort in the way she talks to him without a hint of glorification. Tracing back to the beginning of their friendship, Y/N didn’t tip toe around Harry, trying to make sure to not say the wrong thing, never really made impressing Harry a priority. And Harry really appreciated that.
And the relentless bother and questions of “are you two dating?” doesn’t end with the public, no, it continues, and probably gets more intense coming from their group of friends.
Whenever Y/N steps away from Harry’s side, there’s always one of the boys whispering to him about how they’re sure she’s got him wrapped around her pretty little finger. How at the call of his name, Harry never thinks twice about dropping everything and tending to her wants and needs. They make it sound awful in a way, as if Y/N is always needy of Harry and demanded his attention. But they don’t mean it like that really, just like bothering him about it, specially because he gets all worked up in trying to defend her.
They even comment about how they’ve taken notice to the fact Harry’s smile can stretch for miles at the mention of her name, which Harry has never denied. Only nods his head in amusement at the fact others notice.
And maybe their secret little escapes to what they refer to as “friend dates” are no help. They’ll be having a night in on the sofa, Harry sat at the edge of it, elbow propped on the arm rest, mindlessly scrolling through texts and thumbs swift on the screen, typing replies to friends. And obviously Y/N’s with him, lying down and feet resting on his lap, her head flat on the cushion, eyes shut because she quite enjoys just lying about in a silent room, knowing Harry’s there. And it’s not until he shuffles to stand up, pushing her legs off him in the process, that she opens her eyes and follows his body across the room where he doubles over to slip on his YSL boots before he goes for his coat. With a small whisper of “ye’ comin’?” Y/N is sure to follow his steps. Most nights like that they end up in some random bar or restaurant, sat on a stool or a booth, laughing and eating. Harry will often opt to sit next to her rather than in front, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder. Even kiss at her neck sometimes.
And when the boys catch a glimpse of the paparazzi photos taken of them all cuddly on a random Tuesday night at a local cafe, Harry’s phone just about overloads with texts from Niall going on about “I knew it!” And “just ask her, man!”
So no, it’s not out of the ordinary for Louis to make a ‘wuh-PSSSH’ sound followed by something snarky like “so whipped, mate. And she’s not even ye’ girlfriend,” when he notices Harry’s stare trailing to where Y/N goes as she makes breakfast for the lot. Harry tries to disregard the comment as Louis takes a seat next to him at the kitchen island.
“What’re you guys going on about over there?” Y/N asks, giggling to herself, “got Harry blushing and all.”
And of course with no chill what so ever, Liam pats Harry on the back, a devilish smile playing on his lips, “Harry here has found himself head over heels.”
Y/N can’t deny that her heart sinks a little at that, but she doesn’t let it faze her, or at least she doesn’t show it. “Really?? Oh who is she??”
“Yeah, Harry! Tell our lovely Y/N who’s the lucky woman!” Harry would hope Niall would be the one not to indulge in his current tormenting.
But Harry can only look at Y/N, her eyes locked on his from across the room. And Harry swears he’s never seen her look at him the way she is right now.
And the boys don’t mean to over tease him this time, just wish he’d finally let it out and tell her because they’re rather sure Y/N feels the same. It’s hard not to notice the way she looks at him, eyes full of adoration and dare they say, love.
When the air has fallen silent for far too long, Liam decides to change the subject for Harry’s sake and stands up to give Y/N a hand with the pouring of the beverages.
“You two have gotten to the point where you grocery shop together.” Liam starts again when Y/N steps away for more milk, “you cook together. You do laundry together. You’re always going on dates. You go with her for manis and pedis, and I’m sure you enjoy it, too.”
“So wha’?? I like spendin’ time with her.” Harry doesn’t really see why that’s so bad, being whipped and all.
“You sleep together,” Louis chimes in, “hell, wouldn’t be surprised if you showered together.”
Now that’s just nonsense.
“Sod off ye’ prick.”
It’s been a few weeks since the day Y/N found out Harry’s interested in someone. And she’d be lying if she said it doesn’t keep her awake at night. Awake while she’s lying next to Harry because of the fact that they’d much rather sleep together than alone. But when she looks over at him, she can’t help but smile.
She’s lying on her side, eyes tracing his, rid of any wrinkles they get when he smiles or frowns. They trace all of him. From his eyes to his eyebrows, then his cheeks and to his nose, where she kisses lightly, careful not to wake him. He only crinkles it for a short second, to which she only smiles. Her eyes linger down his neck, tracing every muscle and crevice until she’s looking at the tattoos on his chest, the steady rise and fall of it has her breathing adapting to his.
It’s when she looks at his parted bubble gum pink lips that she raises a hand, her index finger ghosting over his bottom lip. The touch has Harry stirring, eyes open for a moment before he puckers his lips to peck her finger, a smile on his face. He flutters his eyes shut for a second before resting his hand on her waist and rubbing his thumb gently on the exposed skin. He moans in content, pulls her body closer to his and rests his lips on her hair line.
“Go t'sleep, pet.”
And why oh why did she ever think some friendly flirting and bed sharing with her best friend could never lead to any emotional attachment.
The cuddles hasn’t stopped. Harry’s lingering kisses and hugs hasn’t stopped. The boys teasing on Harry behind Y/N’s back hasn’t stopped. Y/N sleeping in Harry’s bed hasn’t stopped. And Y/N’s constant self reminder that Harry might just be in love with someone else has not stopped.
If she’s being quite honest, she’s not liking the way the boys snicker and whisper to Harry when she walks off. And she really doesn’t like how whatever and whoever they’re whispering about is making Harry blush and smile sheepishly like crazy. Wishes she knew what they’re always being so secretive about. But giving it a second thought, maybe she doesn’t wanna know. It’s all the same to her now though.
The movie on the telly doesn’t seem to distract her anymore, not from her thoughts which are taking over her mind the more time she spends in Harry’s home. And to add to that, the second she steps back into the room with a bowl of popcorn the boys go silent. It makes her feel awful…left out, but she’s sure they don’t mean to do it. She should be thankful right? At least they’re nice enough not to talk about Harry’s girl in front of her, or maybe that’s just something she wants to believe.
“Oh popcorn.” Niall’s first to reach out and grab a handful before she’s even had the chance to get to her seat next to Harry.
“Thanks, love.” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek the second she sits down.
She notices out of the corner of her eye how Louis smirks and nods his head when Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder. What’s so funny??
The moment Harry presses another kiss to the top of her head is the moment she realizes she’s had enough. It’s the moment she realizes she can’t keep pretending and letting herself fall even more. Not after what Liam said.
“I have to go. It’s getting pretty late.” This catches everyone off guard, especially Harry.
When she stands up to leave, his fingers around her wrist are quick to make her stop and have her look down at him, still sat on the sofa. “Wha’ do ye’ mean? Ye’ always spend the night, poppet.”
His brows are furrowed now, grip tight on her wrist, fearing that if he loosens it she might just slip away.
Of course they can’t ignore the other people in the room though, so when Y/N’s eyes avert to the boys, Harry is quick to stand up and lead them away.
“Everythin’ a'right?” His eyes scan hers for answers, his hand now cupping her neck, thumb rubbing soothingly at her jaw.
The cool of his rings on her skin keep her at ease. But the uncertainty in her eyes has Harry feeling all types of useless.
“Tell me wha’s wrong, little one. Wha’ can I do to make ye’ feel better?”
And those words would have made no sense if it wasn’t for the sudden feeling of Harry wiping away a stray tear she didn’t notice she’d shed.
She can’t. She can’t break down. Not in front of him. What can she say for him to let her go??
“Nothing’s wrong, Harry.”
But she’s sure he doesn’t believe her, not one bit. He knows her too well.
And she can tell he’s about to say something else, and she knows if she lets him, she’s sure to fall back into whatever they have.
“I’ve really got to go. I’ve got a date in an hour and I have to go get ready.”
As much bullshit of an excuse as that is, Harry’s grip on her wrist loosens, and the hand on her neck falls.
And she takes the opportunity to slip out the door.
Request: “Hey! Can you write a JeffxReader? Where the reader is Clay sister (and have a secret crush on Jeff), someday she was going to sleep in Hanna’s house, but for some reason she didn’t stay to sleep and when she go home she find Jeff slepping in her bed. You can choose how it ends. Thank you! :D”
A/N: I am happy that I received a Jeff imagine! Although I didn’t want to leave Hannah alone, because I can imagine the reader being on the tapes after because of it. Yup, I am a little bit paranoid. Sorry. Anyways, I hope you like it and I would be grateful if you send other requests! Thank you.
“Oh my God, you seriously like Jeff Atkins?” Hannah exclaimed excitedly and energetically as she knew the secret you’ve been keeping for years.
“Who wouldn’t like him?” You stated as if it was normal to like Jeff. Well, he was good looking, kind and funny. He had the characteristics you were looking for a boy and you knew that he was the one when you met him.
“Aw, I hope he likes you back.” Hannah honestly said as she played with your (Y/H/C) hair while you both sat on her comfortable double bed. You decided to have a sleepover because it has been awhile since you last spent time together. She was one of your close friends and you loved her presence.
“Well, he’s older than me and I am out of his league.” You shrugged your shoulders as you felt a little bit down for what you’ve just said.
“Oh, cut it off! You are beautiful, intelligent and sweet, it is impossible to not fall in love with you.” Hannah comforted you as she praised you with her sincere words.
“Aw, Hannah.” You looked at her with a wide smile and you hugged her. “Thank you.”
“It was the truth.” She hugged you back as a nice friend she was.
“Talking of these boys,” You started as you broke the hug and she hid her face behind her hands as she already knew the next question. “how are you and my older brother, Clay?” You flashed a smirk and you saw her cheeks turned red.
“Oh my God, I knew it.” She laughed, still having her face hidden. “We’re friends, (Y/N). We work at the movie theatre and we talk at school, that’s it.”
“Jesus, Clay never asked you out?” You shook your head for your disappointment because you rooted for them being together. You considered Clay and Hannah as a perfect couple.
“He’s shy.” Hannah shortly answered.
“But it’s not an excuse! I would slap that dork silly, seriously.” You unleashed a long and deep sigh because Hannah seemed disappointed too and her being dismayed was one of the things you wouldn’t want to see. “I’ll talk to him, because I know that he likes you too, a lot!”
“Geez, really?” Hannah smiled widely and you nodded happily as her happiness came back once again.
“You can count on that!” You winked at her and she bit her lower lip. You stared at each other and you both let out some soft giggles for no reason, but it was interrupted as you heard some noise coming from the living room.
There was a discussion happening between Hannah’s parents and you could tell that she felt embarrassed for it. She hated it when they fought and having a friend hearing their complaints wasn’t one of the things that she wanted to happen.
“Are you okay, Hannah?” You worriedly asked and she just shook it off, obviously avoiding herself to ask you some help.
“(Y/N), do you mind if we cancel this sleepover?” She fidgeted with her warm blankets as she was nervous for your possible reaction.
“Oh no, it’s fine for me if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean, I would stay to cheer you up, but I will give you space if you want.” You sympathetically said as you understood her situation.
“I am fine, really.” She assured you. “I will call you if I ever need some help. Thank you.”
“Don’t bother to call me, okay?” You reminded her once again as you got up from her bed. You gathered your things and you put them in your backpack.
“Noted.” She smiled widely at you, not minding her parents anymore. She got up too and you both went outside her room as she led you to the house’s front door. Her parents stopped throwing shit at each other as they saw you going away and you could say that they felt guilty because of it.
“Good night, Hannah.” You sweetly greeted. “Call me or text me, okay? I am always here.”
“I know and I thank you for that.” She hugged you and you responded to it by hugging her back. “Good night.” She then let you go.
“Good night, see you tomorrow.” You said as you unlocked your bike’s chains. You then rode it as you said goodbye to Hannah once again. She watched you as you started to pedal way back home.
During your journey, you thought of Hannah’s family situation and you knew that it wasn’t your business but you wanted to help her. You wanted to help her, because you didn’t want for it to be one of the reasons she would feel sad or disappointed. Her life was already hard and you didn’t want for her to carry another problem on her back.
Once you arrived home, you silently went to your room, not wanting to wake anybody up. You plopped your things on your desk and you let yourself fall on the bed carelessly.
“What the fuck, Clay?!” You heard a deep voice complaining and you were shocked, mostly scared, for a moment. You were afraid to move, but you quickly searched for the lamp that rested on your bedside table and you turned the lights on. “Oh, it’s you (Y/N)!”
“What the hell are you doing in my room, Jeff?” You corrugated your forehead as you wondered why. You liked Jeff, but you knew that you had the right to be furious after what happened.
“Clay said that you were staying at Hannah’s!” Jeff sat up as he covered his shirtless body. “Boys can have sleepover too, duh!”
“Jeez!” You laughed even though you were annoyed. “I am sleeping on the couch downstairs then.”
“No, I am sleeping there. This is your bed and it’s not okay to let a woman sleep uncomfortably.” He ranted as he searched for his shirt and wore it soon after.
“It’s okay, Jeff. Stay here.” You flashed him a smile and you got up from your bed, ready to go out of the room.
“No!” Jeff protested. “We can share! It’s a double bed and I can sleep on one side and you on the other.”
“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow as you considered his proposal.
“Only if it’s okay with you. If not, I am sleeping on the couch.” He smiled as he scratched his nape.
“Alright, I’ll share my bed with you.” You went back on the bed and you sat on your space. “Only because I don’t want for you to be uncomfortable, okay?”
“Alright, (Y/N).” You could bet that you saw him smirking before you turned the lights off.
“No malice, Jeff!” You slapped his muscular arm and he just let out a laugh. Oh, how much you loved that laughter. “Thank my parents because they taught us that sharing is caring.”
“I’m thanking Lainie and Matt tomorrow, don’t worry.” He jokingly answered and you just giggled because of it. “Good night, (Y/N).”
“Good night, Jeff.” You smiled while you had your eyes closed. You couldn’t believe it, so you had a hard time drifting in your sleep, same for Jeff.
You were happy that you had a chance to share the bed with your ultimate crush and both knew that you would wake up hugging each other, but who cares? You both liked each other, you just had no guts to admit it and this is a great coincidence to show the affection to each other.
The great thing about caliborn is that he’s completely free of discourse because there’s absolutely no way to defend him. Nobody goes uwu poor baby you did nothing wrong because like…of course he did. He’s fucking awful, no two ways about it. And because of that you can love to hate and hate to love him without ever having to argue about it. Like oh caliborn? Yeah he fucking sucks fuck him he’s great.
IDK if you saw the post about how, before the Death Star plans were captured, the asset Bail was sending was *Leia herself* to Obi-Wan. But I'd like an AU based on that. No Death Star Plans, only a 19-year-old-girl strong in the Force, trying to beat the Empire.
Luke cocked his head, watching the girl in white move through the marketplace. He couldn’t figure out what it was about her, why one minute he had been engrossed in Waing’s new shipment of power converters and the next he was staring at her, totally unable to tear his eyes away. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gone from one to the other, except he had, and now he was watching her. It was important he watch her, he knew it was important, though he couldn’t figure out how he knew that, or why.
It wasn’t that she stood out—sure, no one wore robes of that clean white, not unless they had a lot of slaves or droids to do the laundry for them, and yeah, she was the sort of pale you generally only saw in traders, who spent more time in artificial grav than sunslight. But she could be a water merchant’s daughter slumming it in Toshe, or an off-worlder, taking in the sights. (Not that they had many sights to see in Toshe, Luke thought with a snort.) And nobody else seemed to notice her; she stopped at Kinqua’s stall and dipped her fingers into the bowl Kinqua left out for tasting, and lifted it to her lips, licked the droplets away.
Luke had seen Kinqua casually lop off a child’s hand for that.
“Skywalker,” Waing said, startling Luke out of his thoughts. “You made a decision? Or are you just going to keep feeling up my tech until it agrees to go home with you?”
“Cool your drives, Waing,” Luke said mildly, but he was still staring at the girl in white. She had two droids trundling after her, he realized belatedly—an astromech and a protocol droid, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying at this distance. Their lights were flashing, though, and he wished he could read visual binary.
“Oh, I see,” Waing said after a minute, and Luke could hear them smirking. “My tech isn’t all you’re hoping to take back to the Whitesun-Lars homestead.”
Luke felt his face go hot, and he forced himself to look back at Waing. They were smirking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coolly, but he couldn’t focus on the power converters anymore. The girl in white, had she—
This close it was abundantly obvious that she wasn’t from Tatooine—no one from this planet carried that air of interestingness with them, like they had a secret that might change the whole course of your life. She must be an off-worlder. “I’m looking for Obi-Wan Kenobi. Do you know where I might find him? I was told he lives near here—”
“Old Ben?” Luke cut in, before Waing could answer. “Do you mean Old Ben?”
The girl in white looked at him for a long moment, and Luke felt the back of his neck heating up. “I don’t know,” she finally said. “Is he near here?”
“Oh, sure,” Luke laughed, more out of relief than anything else. “Old Ben’s just a few klicks from here, he lives near the western gorge—I could take you, if you want,” Luke said quickly, because she looked increasingly put-out, and he felt something in his chest twinge in answer to it.
But she shook her head. “Thank you for the offer, but this is a personal matter.”
“It’ll cost you serious credits if you charter a speeder,” Luke said. “I’m headed that way anyway, let me take you. And your droids. Really,” he said, because she still looked uncertain. “It’s no trouble.”
She looked at him for a long moment, and her dark eyes were very serious. (He liked her eyes, for no particular reason he could figure out.) “My name is Leia,” she finally said, sticking her hand out.
“Luke,” Luke laughed, taking it and shaking it. It was cool and smooth, and if he’d needed any confirmation she was from off-world, that was it. “Skywalker. My uncle owns a moisture farm in the eastern hemisphere.”
“I’m—not from around here,” she said, and Luke almost laughed because—well, obviously.
“Consider yourself lucky,” Luke said, and something of her tiredness and tightness (why did he know she was tired, down to her bones?) eased. She smiled back, a small smile. Luke counted it as a victory.
“I am C-3PO,” the protocol droid cut in, sticking his head between them as though it would stop them from looking at one another. He was burnished gold, and in the high sunslight it hurt to look at him. “And this is my companion, R2-D2.”
The astromech whistled a greeting, and Luke laughed. “Pleasure to meet—all of you. My speeder’s docked by the Ithorian, if you want…?”
“Hey, Skywalker, aren’t you going to buy anything?” Waing interrupted, and Luke winced, barely managing to tear his eyes away from Leia, who was still smiling, very slightly.
“Sorry, uh—maybe next week?” Luke offered lamely, but he was already ushering Leia and her droids away, and he could hear her laugh, very softly. (His chest fell too full, hearing it.)
It felt strange, formal and right, to help her into the speeder. Her hand in his was a kind of symmetry, inexplicable, the way he knew how a speeder was supposed to fit together, how a full tank of moisture sounded when you rapped it with a knuckle. Organic and totally without reason, their hands fitting together. She still hadn’t told him her surname, if she had a surname. Where she was from. What she was doing here. What her droids were doing here.
Luke couldn’t help but trust her utterly. Otherwise, why did her hand feel like that, resting in his?
“What do you need to see Old Ben for?” Luke shouted over the rush of air around the speeder.
“I told you,” Leia shouted back. The white hood she wore had fallen back, and her hair was dark. Even carefully styled, those loops over her ears, strands came loose, whipping around her face. “It’s personal!”
They stopped at the farm first, just to refuel and drop off the handful of things Luke did buy—rations, holonews downloads, some sucrose-candies for Aunt Beru. But when they touched down, Owen went white beneath his sunsburn, staring at Leia like she was a creature from another galaxy. “Your Highness,” he breathed, and Luke had to correct him, just an off-worlder looking for Old Ben; don’t pay her any mind. Look, Uncle Owen, I brought you your Almanac—
Leia was silent; picking at a loose thread in her white, white robes.
(Afterwards, she was silent, her arms crossed over her waist. They sped across the desert, which was gathering dark by the armful. “Sorry,” Luke said, trying to keep himself from shivering, “I know it gets cold at night.”
“It’s all right,” Leia said. “On—my planet, it snowed. We had mountains, and we would build whole castles out if it, out of snow. It was beautiful.”
“I’d like to see snow,” Luke said, but he thought it was lost in the sound of the speeder, because she didn’t reply.)
By the time they reached Old Ben’s place, it was dark enough for a lamp to be burning, the light spilling beneath the door and out the window. Luke watched as Leia knocked on the daub doorframe, shivering.
Still, it was worth staying just to watch the flicker of Old Ben’s expression from surprise to shock when he greeted her. He called her by a name that was definitely not ‘leia’ and Luke watched her shoulders hitch. “No,” Leia said finally. “I am Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan. I am the daughter of Queen Breha Organa and Viceroy Bail Organa, and I am—I am here to beg your aid for the rebellion.”
Luke wasn’t so surprised that he didn’t notice Ben’s eyes cut to him, and then away.
“Princess,” Ben said finally, with an awful heaviness. Luke had brought him ration packs and listened to his stories he had never sounded like that before, like it was something awful and deep beyond saying. “If they sent you to find me, they must be very desperate.”
“No,” she said quickly, and Luke knew she was lying. “No, but—we need Jedi. We cannot go forward, we cannot fight, if the Force is not with us.”
This time, Old Ben’s stare lingered on Leia, then on Luke. He seemed to be making up his mind about something, though Luke couldn’t say what. Old Ben had always struck him as a sort of harmless religious sort; in another world he might have been a Jedi like in the stories, but instead he was a desert madman, talking to the air and clutching at a bit of carbon tubing like it was a lightsaber.
There was nothing harmless about the way he was looking at them now.
“I’ve been happy here,” Old Ben muttered, quietly, like an apology.
“Fine,” Leia said, almost a snarl. Luke could only see her in silhouette, against the light from Old Ben’s hut. He thought suddenly of a predator, something that could leap on the unsuspecting. “But no one ever promised us happiness.”
Luke could see Old Ben’s throat work. “Come in,” he said at last. His gaze darted to Luke, and Luke caught his breath. “What I have to say is—for both of you, now.”
Luke shut off the speeder.
(He had followed Leia into Old Ben’s hut, and didn’t come out the same man. No, not the same man at all.)
AND WHAT FOR? The fact that he can crack a nerdy-ass joke once in a while?
And now THIS SHIT. I’m starting to realize he’s not a likable person at all.
Think I’m over-reacting because “oooh but Simon’s been through soooo much?”
Well, FUCK that. Every character in the show has got their life turned upside-down and loved ones who died. They’re in a BRUTAL WORLD.
Let’s review what a shithead Simon FUCKING Lewis is:
Season 1, he’s turned, but then is suddenly taken in by Raphael and his clan, from the start. Simon NEVER TRULY HAS NO ONE. In return, Simon blackmails Raphael, his mentor, for just a few bloodbags, saying he’ll lie to the Clave about the circumstances of his undeath and the subjugates and have Raphael lose the position he worked DECADES to reach and he’ll threaten the safety of his new family unit. He knows full well that without Raphael, things will go back to how they were under Camille’s rule. Does Simon FUCKING Lewis care? Fuck, no!
Raphael says “don’t talk to Camille, keep her imprisoned, it’s for your own safety, too”? What does Simon Fucking Lewis do? SIMON FUCKING LEWIS SNEAKS HER OUT AND ENDANGERS THE ONLY FAMILY HE HAS. All because he wants Little MISS CLARY FRAY’S GINGER CONNIVING MANIPULATIVE ASS.
Cus let’s be real. It’s not about her mother. And all Clary would get out of Camille is a scrap of info they probably can’t rely on. Just for that, he betrays the people person who took him in, who fed him, who trained him, who FUCKING clothed his bony, scrawny, pasty little ass.
Simon Fucking Lewis signs the Writ of Transmutation saying he ALLOWED Camille to change him. HE KNOWS THIS ALLOWS CAMILLE TO TAKE BACK THE CLAN. It’s COMMON SENSE. He KNOWS what a tyrant she was, he KNOWS how ABUSIVE SHE WAS. WHAT THE FUCK SIMON? JUST WHAT THE FUCKKK?
Even after ALL THAT SHIT, Simon is UNWILLING to fix what he did by helping find Camille. DICK.
Simon throws Raphael under the bus to Aldertree - a genuine mistake, true, but did he apologize for it? FUCK, NO! (also plz see point 10)
Raphael’s response? “WE are your family.” EVEN after Simon’s betrayal.
What does Raphael do when he realizes Simon can’t focus on finding Camille cos he’s distracted by his panicking mother? He goes to CALM SIMON’S MOTHER DOWN so that she won’t bother Simon and so Simon can fulfill his duties undistracted. It’s not Raphael’s fault that Simon bursts in on them as Raphael’s in the middle of his bullshit fake story.
Rapha uses this moment to get across the idea that ‘don’t forget Simon, I’ll be watching you, I’m welcome in your home’. He wasn’t threatening Simon’s MOTHER, but what does Simon do? HE FUCKING OVERREACTS AND MOUTHS OFF TO HIM. It’s like SHUT UP boy and for ONCE grow up and fix your mistakes.
Simon sees just a little bit of the FUCKING UNBEARABLE TORTURE Aldertree did to Raphael for which SIMON HIMSELF was RESPONSIBLE and how does Simon FUCKING Lewis react? “YOU LOOK LIKE CRAP! BRING IT ON SCARFACE!” Think about it. That’s FUCKING AWFUL!
Does Simon fucking care that Aldertree threatened the lives of Raphael’s beloved clan, Simon’s new family? FUCK, NO!
But even after ALL THAT, when Simon’s hungry in his bedroom, what does he do? Oh, he expects Raphael to go out in BROAD FUCKING DAYLIGHT JUST TO FEED HIM! The NERVE of this little SHIT!
Simon’s in trouble cos Mamma Lewis caught him sucking down a rat? “Raphaeeeellllllll come save meeeeeee!”
ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING THANK YOU, ONCE AGAIN after Raphael encantos Elaine. It’s like “Kiss my ass, Santiago.”
Even after ALL THAT, AFTER THE WAR, after Raphael risks his life against Valentine and many of his clan members die, Simon still treats Raphael like the enemy?? Doesn’t trust Raphael about being a daylighter, while he’s so quick to blab to Maia, who’s barely more than an acquaintance?
AND NOW THIS. NOW THIS FUCKERY.
Conspiring with Isabelle, Raphael’s new junkie ABUSER, to use POOR ROSA AS BAIT? The only BLOOD Raphael has LEFT? The only TREASURE in Rapha’s miserable, bleak, undead life?
Then looking into his eyes and saying “You’re lucky your sister doesn’t know who you really are. Because if she did, she’d hate you” THIS IS A NEW LEVEL OF SICK!
Fuck this shit.
Oh sure, deep down, Simon has a pretty good heart, but heres the thing:
He’s spent too many years around Clarissa Fucking Fray and it’s turned him selfish and manipulative, and it’s made him such a fucking pushover that he ignores basic right and wrong just because someone says “go fetch”. Not only that, but besides all that justification, he’s just an ass!
Even if by some miracle, Simon grows up one day … Raphael Santiago is TEN TIMES THE MAN SIMON FUCKING LEWIS WILL EVER BE.
AU Where Geoff Slowly But Surely Becomes Dad Of The Crew
Like It Starts One Day When He Gets Michael A New Gun Or Car Or Something And Without Thinking Michael’s Like “Oh Sweet Thanks Dad” And Geoff’s Just “What” So Michael Just “What” And Immediately Leaves To Escape The Situation.
And At First He Doesn’t Think Much Of It, Just A Flub Like They All Do, Nothing Worth Noting, Until Gavin Calls Him Dad One Day And He Just Stops Like “What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me?” “Dad!” “I’m Not Your Father Dumbass” “Aw But Michael Got To Call You Dad That’s Not Fair! You Can’t Have Favourites!” And Michael Runs In From The Other Room Like “You Little PRICK” And Chases Gavin Off For Pointing It Out And Geoff’s Just Left Standing There Confused.
The Next Time Gavin Tries To Get Away With Calling Him Dad It’s Over Earpieces During A Heist And Geoff Quietly Hisses “Fucking Stop Calling Me That” And After A Moment Of Gavin Giggling Ray Comes On Like “So Can I Call You Papa Instead Or…?” And Geoff Nearly Blows Their Cover Loudly Insisting That He Cannot.
A While After Jeremy Joins He And Geoff Are Driving To Get Masks For A Heist And Laughing About Something, As They Approach The Mask Store Geoff’s Like “Alright, Everybody Calm Down” And Jeremy’s Just Immediately “Sorry Dad”. And At First Geoff’s Just Dumbfounded For A Second But Then He’s Like “Fucking- Did Gavin Tell You To Call Me That?” And Jeremy’s Just “What? No, Wait Gavin Calls You Dad?” And Geoff’s Like “No He-” And Ray Pipes Up From The Backseat “I’ve Been Using Pop Pop Is That Better?” And Geoff’s Like “NoI’m Not Your Fucking Father!!”.
The Lads Are Caught Messing Around On His Yacht Again (Probably With Rocket Launchers, Thanks Ryan) And He Turns To Jack Like “You Said You Were Watching Them, Can’t You Keep Them Under Control For Five Minutes??” And Jack Just Crosses Her Arms Like “They’re Your Kids Too Y’know!” And Geoff’s Just “I- THEY’RE NOT MY KIDS”. When They Finally Get The Lads Reeled In Again Geoff’s So Frustrated He Just Points Them To The Penthouse And Deadpans “Go To Your Rooms.”.
Afterwards He Flops Down On The Couch With A Bottle Of Whisky To Unwind And Notices Ryan Out Of The Corner Of His Eye, Sitting On The Other End Of The Couch And Grinning At Him.
• he says that he really likes older girls (his ideal type is iu after all) but in all honesty I can imagine him so good with a girl that is slightly younger than him because they would get along so much better
• because they would have more interests that they would share
• if he’s super lucky, his girlfriend would love video games and they could play together from time to time
• i can just imagine him perfectly falling for a girl that is challenging and has a strong character
• she would be really pretty inside and out
• he would probably actually like to be called oppa after all, but only from you (only if you’re younger than him though)
• Jungkook is pretty young still, so he wouldn’t really know how to be a boyfriend at times
• definitely would love to tease you just like he does to his hyungs
• he would be able to make you laugh a lot because honestly he’s a funny boy with a great sense of humor
• lots of inside jokes
• he would mock you a lot
• at first he would be shy but once he gets comfortable around you, oh girl being loved by him would feel so good
• and once he gets comfortable he would also touch you a lot, give you lots of hugs and cheek kisses
• he loves to hold hands with his hyungs, so I believe he would love to hold yours just as much
• a lot of dorky pictures
• type of boy to steal your phone to make multiple pictures of himself for you to see afterwards
• you would love to steal his clothes even though it would really frustrate him sometimes
• cute necklaces that he would give you so you always have a piece of him no matter where you are
• you know how he’s just so obsessed with clichée love stuff like lifting you up to kiss you or the ring bell scene from kimi no na wa (your name)
• so you can be sure he would love to do that clichee cute love stuff with you
• but it wouldn’t last so long and you would have your first fights
• fights with him would be the worst for you because I believe he’s not really good at expressing his feelings so sometimes he would say things that he doesn’t mean
• or he wouldn’t say things he would love to let you know simply because he just can’t it would be so hard for him to express how he feels • but you would always make up at the end because you would just need each other
• it would even surprise him how much he would trust you after a while of being together
• because little kookie was actually never really in love before (I assume because he said in 2014 that he never was even though he dated before and since he’s been busy ever since I doubt he’s had a girlfriend after that)
• besides the hard times that he would have to face he would probably experience a lot of beautiful things if he’s really in love with you
• because after all you would be his greatest escape from his idol life
• but there would also be times where he wouldn’t be able to see you for a long time
• it would turn into a long distance relationship at times because he’s just so busy with bangtan
• those would be the times it would be the hardest for the both of you
• he would try to call you as often but he would often just forget to do so because he’s too tired after shows
• you would probably get worried that he would distance himself from you since it would hit you a lot that he has millions of fan girls that just want him as much as you do
• but you would hide that thought from him simply because you wouldn’t want to upset him
• but jungkook isn’t stupid so he would notice sooner or later
• he would notice and probably ignore it for a while because he doesn’t know how to face you with it but he would think about it a lot
• it’s also that if you were apart, you would miss him more than he would miss you and that’s because of his just too busy schedule
• he simply wouldn’t have the time to always think about you even when imagines make him out to be like that
• but after all he would never want to hurt you purposely
• he would be so loyal actually
• and he would comfort you when you’re upset even though it could only be through FaceTime or the phone
• as cheesy as that sounds i can imagine jungkook to be the one you can fall asleep with during a FaceTime call • he would sing for you a lot if you as him to do so • and he would beg you to sing with him
• If you would be insecure to sing in front of him at first (which would be understandable because he’s a professional by now) he would patiently wait for you to get comfortable around him
• but once you would sing, no matter how awful, he would love it so much
• silly or really emotional/dramatic duets
• jungkook is a sensible boy, so your parents would love him a lot
• unlike taehyung, I feel like jungkook would be a lot faster with first kissing you and touching you once he gets comfortable
• since jungkook is the youngest that might also be the cause of his hormones that he would be faster
• he really likes to touch butts so y'all can bet how happy he would be to finally have a girlfriend that is all his • he would loove to touch your butt
• especially after finding out that yours is so much softer than the ones from his hyungs
• the members would be so happy to see that you make each other so happy
• but they would also judge jungkook a lot because you would literally turn into a meme queen because of him (if you weren’t already one)
• your humor would literally base on his after a while
• he would feel so relived every time you both would just sit there and laugh at something so small
• maybe the members would also be surprised themselves sometimes at how sweet jungkook could actually be in a relationship
• because besides all the fights and the hard times, you would still be the person he cares about the most and loves from the bottom of his heart