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anonymous asked:

I've read everything I could about accidental space pirate Obi-Wan and it's awesome but there is just something I don't understand . Is he married to Satine And seducing Vader?

Hello Nony! How’s your Sunday going? Good I hope! :D Lily and I are going to get donuts soon!

Nony, Auntie Fishy is a firm believer in multiverses. What is a multiverse, you ask? A multiverse is essentially a collection of universes bound together by complicated physics that I don’t understand but saw on a tv show once and thought it sounded really cool. All of the universes are related in someway and they all run parallel to each other, never quite touching but still connected. For example, all of my fics and @writegowrite‘s fics could be considered a shared multiverse. We share planets, songs, buildings and make references to each other’s fics in our own every now and then.

I like to think that Accidental Space Pirate Obi-Wan is its own little multiverse. That way everybody can have what they want and feel like they are a part of this great and wonderful collaborative AU.

If you want Satine to have survived Maul and the Mandalorian Civil War then you can have all the glorious Obitine you could ever want! Celebrate that ducal marriage! Oya!

If you want some deeply tragic, mostly-based-on-canon Vaderwan, you go get you some! And take some kleenex with you. And send it to me! I mean, yes, very sad. Super tragic. Where was I?

If you wanted Padme to live (LIVE DAMN YOU!) and escape to roam the Outer Rim as a Pirate Queen in her own right and you want a kind of fractured (but still working) Anidala or ObiAniDala, GO FOR IT!

Or if you just want the hysterical Nonsense Verse where all of this exists all at the same time, and somehow Hondo Ohnaka is officiating some kind of bizarre four-way wedding, you sign yourself up for that cracky delivery system!

I know I’ve written a few things for Accidental Space Pirate Obi-Wan but it’s not really MY story. I feel that it’s OUR story. Anybody, ANYBODY, is welcome to write, or draw, or craft songs and poems in the happy little multiverse of Illegally Swooshy Hair and Excessive Flirting.

I’m sorry I didn’t give you a definitive answer, Nony, but I don’t really feel like it’s my place to tell other people how to have fun in this sandbox. I know what I like and what I like to share with others but what’s really great about this whole AU is that anybody can join in.

So, basically what I’m saying is, who knows who you’ll find on the Lucky Duchess? You might just find the ship’s namesake and you might just find the terrifying right hand of the Emperor, surprisingly unburnt and not brutally chopped into pieces, reading a story to Bail Organa’s adopted daughter and the adopted son of some moisture farmers from Tatooine! Who knows?
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I need a personal Baymax like pronto.

Thank you for 8500!!!
Also, I hit a follower milestone really recently, and I’m super grateful for each and everyone of you.  /);A;(\  So, I’m opening five requests slots!  Please send me a message with your request!  (Don’t reply to the post.)  I’ll be choosing the top five most interesting ones to draw!  Fandom and OCs both welcome!  (And please don’t use anonymous for requests!)  

-cough- My mind interpreted this question as, “Please torture Kunikida some more.” Also, I could completely picture this scenario in my head, but getting it down in words was a bit of a struggle. Still, I hope you like it! ^-^

Another note: Obviously, to make everything understandable, the songs they sing are in English. I hope my references aren’t too lame. I’m not exactly the funniest person on Earth. T^T

Kunikida Doppo is in hell.

It’s not what he imagined hell would look like, sure, but it’s definitely just as scary. The one person that could have saved him is sitting to his right, and Kunikida wonders why he had let this outing happen. Kunikida shifts his eyes to the birthday boy next to him and clears his throat.

“With all due respect,” he says, trying to pick his words carefully. “Why are we in a karaoke room? I would not have thought that you were one for such loud parties.”

Fukuzawa quietly takes a sip of his tea before answering, “Ranpo. Kyouka.” He doesn’t elaborate any further, as if that’s enough of an explanation. The tea in his hands is brought to his lips for another sip, signalling the end of the conversation. Kunikida smothers a sigh and turns his attention to his unruly subordinates.

“I’M KING,” Ranpo declares loudly, taking perch on the nicest couch in the room. “You guys have to listen to whatever I say.” This cannot end well, so Kunikida does his part and tries to interject.

“That’s not how the game works,” he tries to explain. “We’re all supposed to draw straws, and the one with the longest straw is the king. In fact, the king should change every round.”

He may as well have been talking to thin air, because Ranpo is already flipping through the song menu. Kunikida smothers a sigh and decides not to interfere. If he stays quiet, perhaps humiliation can be avoided.

The first round of songs begins, and everything goes wrong immediately. After a moment of thought, Ranpo declares his first victim and his choice of music.

“Yosano. “It’s Raining Men.””

Hearing the lyrics come out of the doctor’s mouth is terrifying, Kunikida thinks. He doesn’t know whether it’s the smile on Yosano’s face, her voice, or the glint in her eyes, but for the first time ever, the song induces images of male bodies littering the floor in Kunikida’s head. He pales, and tries to remind himself that it’s a song celebrating love and relationships of some sort. He breathes a sigh of relief when the song ends.

“Tanizaki, Naomi. “A Whole New World.””

Halfway through the song, Kunikida and Atsushi jump out of their seats to cover Kyouka and Kenji’s eyes and ears. “Aladdin” is ruined forever. 

Apparently, Ranpo is slightly shaken by the performance of the Tanizaki siblings as well, and tries to restore some semblance of decency and innocence to the room by choosing the two youngest members of the Agency to go next.

“Kenji, Kyouka. “You are my Sunshine.””

The performance is a delight, in the sense that nobody feels the need to stop the music or plug their ears.

It’s near the end of this performance that Kunikida suddenly comes to a heart-stopping realization. He breaks into a cold sweat. The only people yet to be chosen are himself, Atsushi, and Dazai. A plan is needed in order to avoid death by musical humiliation.

What could he do? If he tells everyone that the ideal says that singing is bad for his health, would anyone believe him? Would anyone care?

The camaraderie in this team is terrible, Kunikida suddenly laments. More often than not, it seems as if his coworkers at the Agency try to induce a heart attack in him on purpose.

“Atsushi.”

Kunikida snaps out of his inner dialogue for a few seconds in order to hear the fate of the tiger cub.

“Gangnam Style,” Ranpo declares. He’s always had something against Atsushi, Kunikida thinks. “With the dance moves.”

Kunikida watches the poor boy with all the world’s sympathy in his heart until Dazai pokes him in the arm. “Hey,” his partner whispers. “You should join. You’re a very good dancer. I still have pictures from your Just Dance incident…”

Kunikida almost chokes, and gives Dazai a well-deserved whack in the head. Screw camaraderie, he thinks, ignoring Atsushi, who has his eyes turned to him, begging for help. He absolutely has to get himself out of singing before he can rescue anyone else. His eyes fall on his notebook.

Budgets! He can do company budgets. Maybe Ranpo will leave him alone then. He gets started, flipping to a brand new page and calculating how much today’s party will cost and how much saving will need to be done for the rest of the month.

“Dazai,” Ranpo calls.

At least he has another three minutes before his plan is tested.

“And Kunikida.”

No.

“I Knew You Were Trouble.”

Hell no.

Kunikida ignores the mic on the table, and the tapping of Dazai’s hand on his shoulder. “Sing with me, partner,” he says enthusiastically. “I know you’re shy, but hey, it’s a duet.”

Dazai begins the song, ignoring the fact that Kunikida does not join him, and Kunikida allows himself to relax a bit. Dazai’s wailing is not helping his concentration, but at least he’s not being forced-

“KUNIKIDA, THE CHORUS!” Dazai screams, pointing a second mic at Kunikida’s pursed lips.

“‘Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in                                           So shame on me now…”

Kunikida will not give in. Briefly, he thinks that he can sympathize with this Swift girl. He should have kicked Dazai to the curb the first moment he laid eyes on him.

“Flew me to places I’d never been
‘Til you put me down, oh”

Dazai’s wailing is getting louder, but Kunikida believes he can endure.

“I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN…”

Dazai’s mop of curly hair is getting closer and Kunikida’s ears are starting to ring.

Deep breaths, he tells himself. 

“FLEW ME TO PLACES I’D NEVER BEEN…”

Endure.

ENDURE.

“COME ON KUNIKIDA, JOIN IN!” Dazai shouts, right in his ear.

“NOW I’M LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND.”

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Kunikida screams, whacking Dazai on the head again. His hit is hard enough so that a THUMP is amplified by the mic, but Dazai sits up, unfazed. He shrugs.

“Pretty close, actually,” he comments. “But you sound more like a goat than Taylor Swift.” He continues to sing, unaware of Kunikida’s growing murderous intent.

Kunikida wants to bury himself in a hole. He looks to the side at Fukuzawa, who pointedly stares straight ahead, away from his accusatory gaze.

This team has no sense of camaraderie, Kunikida thinks again. He briefly considers joining the Port Mafia. Surely they wouldn’t engage in such foolishness as this. 

At that very moment, Kunikida feels a cold prickling run down his neck, and he cringes, suddenly very afraid. He looks to the side carefully, and Fukuzawa gives him a dark look before turning his eyes away again.

Fukuzawa sips his tea.

Kunikida tries not to cry.

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FLY TOGETHER: Chicago Blackhawks Mix Tape 

[For my favorite sports team, because I love those idiots.This is an extremely serious mix which you should take extremely seriously. ]

01 Domino – Brandon Saad / 02 Classic – Marian Hossa / 03 Hey Brother – Duncan Keith / 04 Not a Bad Thing – Niklas Hjalmarsson / 05 Starships – Patrick Kane / 06 Young Blood – Jonathan Toews / 07 Wild Ones – Scott Darling / 08 Get Lucky – Bryan Bickell / 09 Shake It Out – Brad Richards / 10 Some Nights – Brent Seabrook / 11 It’s Time – Patrick Sharp / 12 Sex On Fire – Johnny Odyua / 13 Bulletproof – Corey Crawford / 14 Happy – Antti Raanta / 15 Fancy Footwork – Marcus Kruger / 16 Second Go – Kris Versteeg / 17 Young Volcanoes – David Runblad / 18 The Fighter – Andrew Shaw / 19 Dynamite – Dan Carcillo [x]

if you're aphobic unfollow me now

Honestly I don’t understand how people don’t get this aro/ace thing.

-It’s an orientation
-It’s discriminated against by straight people (and everyone else tbh…)
-It’s faced systematic oppression (I mean it was categorized as a mental disorder until… 2013 I believe was when DSM-V came out? Plus lots of other things although I’m too lazy to look up sources atm)
-People who have this orientation suffer under heteronormativity
-Much like any other orientation that isn’t straight it requires constant coming out and dealing with backlash
-There’s more but I’m tired

But somehow we’re evil parasites invading the LGBT+ community. I literally just saw a person saying they wished allies would “reclaim the A”. The LGBT+ community would rather have straight people than aro/ace people? What the fuck. Also, as a queer aro/ace spec person can I just say that NO, het aro/aces are not any more evil than otherwise LGBT+ aro/aces.

Please stop gatekeeping and bullying and making death threats. The LGBT+ community is supposed to be a community for those oppressed and discriminated against because of their romantic/sexual orientations and/or their gender. We fit under that category. We’re a part of the community, like it or not.