everyone's doing theres now so

blood on freshly fallen snow

a culmination of a lot of things:

for @rebelcaptainprompts prompt 14: shock, doing things out of spite (I didn’t see any jyn-comforts-cass fics), this wonderful piece of artwork by @sempaiko, and my innate need to info-dump my version of cassian’s tragic backstory™.


His world fades from screaming colour, to black and white, and then nothing. Absolute, chilling darkness. 

Cassian? Cassian!

Cold, cold, cold. It seeps in like fog over water. He’s chilled beyond the bone, all the way to his very soul.

The results of my scans indicate that you should administer treatment for shock. I do not detect any signs of hypothermia. You do know how to treat for shock, Jyn?

A cold-hearted killer only ever feels the chill of death. He doesn’t deserve the warmth of life. This is the only truth. He remembers, now. How had he forgotten? 

Of course I do, it’s just - Cassian? Cassian! What happened? Cassian, can you hear me? Breathe with me. In, out. In, out. Fark, what happened to him, Kay?

Blood burning starkly against chillingly white snow.

If I knew would I be continuing this conversation, Erso? This is why he should’ve brought me instead of you. If I had been on the mission, I could ha-

The blood of innocents. Blood he spilled.

Kay! We don’t have time for this! Get me a blanket. 

It’s happening all over again.

Done. I shall watch over him.

He never left Fest. Fest never let him go. Its icy grip digs into his heart. 

That’s alright, Kay. I can keep an eye on him.

Time stopped almost two decades ago. Everything else is an illusion. This is the only truth. He’s frozen in place. This is his existence. Forever.

Are you sure? You are incapable of monitoring his vitals, and his-

The pill burns in the hidden pocket on his shoulder. His blaster feels cool against his clammy skin. His fingers twitch with want. 

Someone needs to get us home. It’s a long flight. 

The chill of death, the warmth of life. Around him, a battle. Within him, a battle. 

Fine. 

The voices of the dead howl in the wind. 

Thank you, Kay. I’ll take care of him. 

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@macamars

My heart goes out to everyone in Chile whose being affected by the fires. I’ve mentioned before on here that I did disaster relief work, and I’ve trained in natural disasters. Honestly, there is nothing more intense than being on the front lines of something like this. Every day is both heartbreaking and physically difficult. What your friend is doing is difficult, it takes a real hero and I have major respect for him!

Stay safe. If you’re in a dangerous area, make sure you have some bags packed and ready to go if you need to flee. I wish you and your friends the very best. I can’t do much from where I am now, but I want to extend some love to you both. You’ll be in my thoughts. I love you ~Mod Star

(When this is all over, let me know if you’re safe okay? That goes for all of our followers from Chile! I love you guys and I want you all to be safe.)

good things: (!!)

- had a blessed moment walking back from class today listening to robyn’s ‘dancing on my own’ and found the Biggest gum tree branch who is now firmly established in a ceiling corner of my room
- just spent a weekend in the country w my mum AND managed not to cry when i went back to uni (serious progress as leaving my family is always rly tough and usually warrants a solid 2 public breakdowns)
- realised that the only coffee shop i know here doesn’t actually shut at 4 like everything else and is open until almost 8 AND the evening barista is super cute
- i’ve obtained an ‘ornamental’ kale plant, named Mikael (if i get another i’ll call him pascalev)
- saw a guy in the kitchen the other day and told him i was having a bad day, and he messaged me later wanting to know if everything was alright. it was such a tiny thing but especially after seeing my family its really nice to know theres at least one person who cares a bit away from home.
- visited a farmers market with an entire stall dedicated to potatoes, i now have a whole bag of various kinds and i’m gonna make potato soup tonight, i’m so excited it’s such a prime winter comfort food

  • Someone: *ships something I don't ship*
  • Me: That's awesome, man. Good for you.
  • Someone: *proceeds to bash and ridicule other ships*
  • Me: What the heck, man! Not effing cool!

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Did you really learn how to fight
So that you could win
Or were you trying to get hurt
So you could finally feel something
— 

82. Skin and bones ask heart and brain a question. (e.r.)

| other poems x |

sebbucky  asked:

the latest gif of chris chECKING OUT SEB you know he's thinking imma break me off a piece of that after these press interviews tonight oh ho ho ho yes i am. omg boy does not know the meaning of subtlety.

Chris both wants this press tour to never end, and needs to be done with it already.

He wants it to go on forever because spending so much time with one of his best friends, and also with the guy he’s totally not had a crush on for years now, is pretty awesome.

He needs it to be over because he’s absolutely sure Sebastian’s going to find out about his not-crush soon if they keep this up.

He’s trying not to be too obvious. He is.

It’s not his fault that the interviewers and the fans keep asking all these questions, that Mackie keeps making so many not-quite-subtle remarks… That Sebastian’s gotten over his adorably shy and overly-deferential phase and has turned into such an asshole.

A gorgeous, funny, incredibly sweet asshole that’s also both the biggest dork in existence and the most stunning guy Chris has ever met. It should be illegal to be so… so everything.

He is trying not to be too obvious, and failing spectacularly. Chris doesn’t even need Mackie’s confirmation to be sure of this, he can see it himself whenever he rewatches that day’s interviews or listens to his own answers.

Sebby. ‘There he is! Right here, I got you!’. The way he’d involuntarily wrapped his arm tighter around Seb’s neck the moment he’d ended the hug, his body acting on instinc, chasing his warmth. The thing with the goddamn spider, honestly Chris? Why not just tell everyone exactly what you’d been fantasizing about while ogling Seb’s thighs?. And he knows that whenever he looks at Seb his eyes speak volumes.

So yes, he really needs this to be over asap.

But, because life apparently is a bitch like that, the interviewer just had to ask Sebastian that question about their quirks and mannerisms, and fucking hell

Yes, Chris has noticed. Boy, has he noticed.

It’s pretty much impossible not to notice Sebastian’s mouth.

The way lips part slightly and he tips his head back a bit as he gathers his thoughts. The way he smirks, driving Chris completely nuts. The way he worries at his bottom lip. The way he pushes his tongue into his cheek. The way the tip of his tongue comes out to wet them, seemingly without him even realizing, and God does Chris want to suck that tongue into his own mouth and claim Seb’s bottom lip for himself until it’s shiny with spit and red and swollen, to drag his teeth across that glorious jaw, to watch those lips stretched wide around his–

“Chris?” Sebastian’s question and worried tone brings him back down to Earth.

Oh.

They’re in some dressing room, waiting for Mackie and Joe’s part of the interview to be over. And Chris could’ve sworn there were more people here with them a moment ago but now they’re alone somehow and Sebastian’s sitting right next to him on the couch and he’s been staring unabashedly at his mouth for the past 5 minutes.

Oh fuck. He looks away and clears his throat.

“Y-Yes?” perfect, Chris. Sebastian’s brow furrows.

“Everything ok?” he asks, raising a hand to his shoulder. Touches, reassurance. Because of course he knows that those things help when Chris’ brain gets too loud. Because he’s perfect.

And Chris wants to answer, to tell him he is, indeed, ok, but then Sebastian’s doing the thing, and his brain just short-circuits.

“You’re doing it again,” he blurts before he can stop himself.

Sebastian stares confusedly at him for a few seconds, and then there’s realization in his eyes and a blush creeping up his neck. “Oh…” he says, and stops.

His blush is nothing compared to the shade of red Chris has got going on right now. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–It’s ok you know? You can do it, it’s cute.”

And that right there? That’s exactly the reason why he needed this press tour to end.

Because Sebastian might’ve not realized–or minded–until now, but that? That was definitely crossing a line, and Sebastian’s not an idiot, and Chris can just feel the world crumbling beneath his feet, the panic creeping in and clutching at his heart. He needs to say something, do something, but it’s like the air has left his lungs, and as much as he wants to get up and run he can’t. fucking. move.

And then he freezes all over again, but for an entirely different reason.

Because Sebastian, wonderful and perfect and incredible, smirks, says: “Guess I like to keep my mouth busy,” and gives him a jab in the ribs.

Chris sits there speechless and gaping at him for 2 minutes. And then cracks up. And then grabs Sebastian’s left boob because that’s a thing he does and he’s not really thinking, doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until Sebastian is resting his own hand on top of his.

“You’re doing it again, too” he tells him, smiling fondly. Chris smiles back.

“Yeah well… I like to keep my hands busy,” he says, and winks at him. 

And Sebastian laughs. And Chris, who’s greedy and still not thinking and who absolutely doesn’t deserve this man but still keeps asking for more, leans in. 

Sebastian does too.

Trying to stop himself from staring at or even just thinking about Seb’s mouth after having tasted him proves itself to be impossible. But it’s ok, because Chris no longer needs this press tour to be over soon.