men's rib

anonymous asked:

Something with Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon and timetravel?

Anon, I am assuming you meant Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, but if you meant them as a pairing, you should know that, among other things, I have a student/teacher pairing squick.  So this will be gen.  I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted, but that is what I can write.  If you’re really set on the pairing and time travel, there is an apparently excellent Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon time travel story called Re-Entry, by the wonderful @deadcatwithaflamethrower.  I haven’t read the story, for obvious reasons, but most people seem to love it.  (It’s long, though.  Something like 1.5 million words across the story and its sequel, I think I heard.)


Jedi Knight Qui-Gon Jinn looked around him, eyes narrowed as he studied the armor of the men around him.  It looked like some form of Mandalorian armor, all of it white decorated in either blue or yellow.

They felt just as wary as he did.  To be fair, Qui-Gon had simplely appeared out of thin air.

Qui-Gon had been on a small planet on the Outer Rim, negotiating a cease-fire between factions on that planet. 

And now… he was in the middle of a battle field.

“Take him to the general,” one of the soldiers ordered as Qui-Gon took a deep breath to speak.  “If this is a Separatist trick, the general will know.  If it’s just Jedi crazy, he’ll be able to figure it out.

Qui-Gon kept the smile from his face.  It seemed like the man in charge was familiar with Jedi. The commander turned to him.  “Weapons?” he asked.

“Just my lightsaber,” Qui-Gon said, since there was no point in hiding that he had one.  The knife in his boot and the garrote disguised as a hair tie, however, could be hidden.

The commander nodded. 

“Captain Rex, General Skywalker and Commander Tano are out on patrol,” one of the ones in blue said.

“I know,” Rex replied.  He had blue on his uniform as well.  “General Kenobi is in camp, right, Cody?”

One of the ones with yellow on his uniform looked up. “If he isn’t, I’m going to ask to borrow Kix to sit on him,” he growled.  “He’s got two broken ribs.”

The men snickered.  Apparently, this wasn’t unusual.  Qui-Gon went with the men peacefully.  He was curious as to what kind of General might try to leave camp with two broken ribs.  And, apparently, do it regularly enough that it was almost a joke to his men.


As he approached the camp, he could only come to one conclusion- their general was unmistakably a Force User.  Powerful, with an undeniably Light presence. Qui-Gon took a faintly relieved, very subtle breath.  There were, of course, many Force traditions in the galaxy, but most of the Light ones were on at least decent terms with each other.

Qui-Gon was led into a tent where a human man was studying a situation table.  His back was to them, but Qui-Gon was sure the man knew they were there.

Qui-Gon took the moment to study him.  He was of average human height, with reddish hair. From the back, he appeared to be dressed in Jedi robes topped by armor that mirrored but didn’t exactly match his men’s.

He was also tensing up as he turned around. 

Qui-Gon tilted his head as he studied the man. He wasn’t someone Qui-Gon recognized, but he was of an age with Qui-Gon- perhaps a few years younger.

The Jedi was studying him just as closely.  “I know who you appear to be,” he finally said.  “But I don’t know who you actually are.”

Qui-Gon frowned.  “I am Jedi Knight Qui-Gon Jinn, and I don’t recognize you at all,” he admitted.

The man nodded slowly.  “If you really are… then you wouldn’t, not as you are.”  His gaze sharpened.  “But I doubt you are.  This would be just the sort of trick the Count would play.  And he would use you.”

Qui-Gon floundered for a moment.  He didn’t know any Count, not well enough that they’d try to trick a Jedi Qui-Gon didn’t recognize.

General Kenobi- who still hadn’t introduced himself- held out his hand.  “Your weapons,” he said.  “I can’t trust that you’re not some trick of Dooku’s.”

Qui-Gon froze.  “Why would Master Dooku… I haven’t even spoken to him in over a year!”

General Kenobi narrowed his eyes.  “You actually believe that,” he said.  “Nevertheless, your weapons.”

Reluctantly, Qui-Gon handed his lightsaber over.  This man was a Jedi, and Qui-Gon had just appeared in the center of his army.  And that was another thing Qui-Gon needed to know.  Since when were Jedi military?

The general eyed the lightsaber for a moment, then studied him.  “Your boot knife, and the garrote, as well.”

Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows.  Very few people knew he kept holdouts like that- and to know those specific ones?

“Who are you?” he asked as he drew the knife.

The man’s lips twitched.  “Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he said evenly.  “And you, Knight Jinn, if that is who you truly are, are well out of your time.”


Anon, I hope you liked it!

Alright folks!  That’s the last of the current round of prompts.  Normally, I would open prompts up again in a week or so. Unfortunately, I’m about a week out from a mission set and class schedule that will leave me with- if I’m lucky- about a week and a half of non-crazy work hours between now and mid-July (and yes, that includes this upcoming week).  So, prompts will be opened sometime after I recover from the entire thing.  Hopefully, sometime before August, but no promises.

shiningstar268  asked:

Writing prompt: 6-Stan and Ford

6. “Don’t you die on me”

“COME ON! DON’T YOU DIE ON ME!” Stanford screamed at his brother as he did chest compressions. He could feel his twin’s ribs crack under his pressure. 


Ford had known about the possible side effects of Stan having his memories erased for some time. Possible spouts of amnesia, the occasional forgetful spells… Nothing Ford and Mabel’s scrapbook couldn’t handle. He had never thought that Stan would forget certain skills… like learning to swim…

It had been Stan’s idea in the first place.

“Hey, Sixer! Wanna go for a dip before we head over to who knows where?” 

It had started off as them just being idiots in the ocean. Two old farts enjoying themselves on the adventure of a lifetime. Ford didn’t even notice Stan had gone under until it was almost too late…


Ford felt the panic sink in. How could he have been so stupid?! Stanley had practically developed signs of early Alzheimer’s! Of course he needed to keep an eye on him almost all the time! It wasn’t that Stan was helpless, it was that the forgetful spells were becoming more frequent. 

He felt his eyes start to burn as he kept giving his brother CPR. If he didn’t start breathing soon…

Stan coughed and spit up the sea water that filled his lungs. 

“Ugh! Oh my gosh! What the heck hit me?! Did you dance on my chest or somethin?!” Stan exclaimed while holding his chest. He didn’t know what to say when his brother suddenly hugged him while crying. 

“I… I thought you were gone… I’m so sorry, Stan…” 

Stan patted his brother’s back reassuredly. 

“Heh! You ain’t gettin rid of me that easy. But could we make a pit stop at a hospital? I think ya broke a few ribs.”

Both men laughed as they hugged. 


Todays look! The weather has been amazing or what I experienced when I was outside. So I wore this light sweatshirt, with ribbed detailing. Something that I’m obsessed wit lately, trying to look for a black one and a white one as well, of course.BTW  the other day, I went for the first time, to a outdoors cinema. Such a fun experience, didn’t think we had stuff like that in Denmark. It was so cool, that I could watch a movie in my own car (literally thought that it was something that only existed in movies or America). My friend and I saw the movie Hot Pursuit with Sofia Vergara. So already then, I knew it would be a  fun movie. Now I have to go tho, need to answer some mails and get stuff done.

ladybuvelle  asked:

Send ♆ for a BODY headcanon.


To compare Khada Jhin to a sentient, malicious, roving bundle of sticks would be mostly right save for how deceptively heavy those sticks might be.

Make no mistake: he couldn’t be anything more if he wanted to, not with his prodigious height paired with a furnace of a metabolism that his left his diet almost exclusively sugars and red meats just to satiate it for the time being. It is as ingrained in the Demon’s destiny to appear as if a harsh wind would topple him as it is to be Ionia’s own personal bogeyman. 

In spite of this, he’s not nearly as featherweight as his abnormally thin frame implies. Years and years of constant exercise and exerting himself have led to a gradual buildup of lean muscle and bulk hidden away in his svelte facade, concentrated in his hamstrings and deltoids. He weighs in around two-hundred pounds, give or take depending on his recent dietary habits. 

Surrounded by the rest of Ionia’s men borne shirtless and ribbed end to end with muscle to the point of excess, Khada Jhin is, as is tradition, an outlier on the sliding scale of “pure maleness.” 

At the very least his skin is clear and he’s of decent complexion without needlessly enchanted eyes or even corrupted body parts, of which he is in no way jealous of.

Him? Jealous? Of those muscled monsters?

He wouldn’t be caught dead.

We recommend you stand several feet away
when you experience this work of art. Any closer,
and that feeling you get from witnessing something beautiful,
that two-broken-pieces-pressed-gently-together feeling,
becomes a-thousand-broken-pieces-ground-down-by-the-surf
—  She glitters in the sun, but she’ll turn mountains into sand. s.s.

I am so endlessly sick of trenders invading trans peoples spaces and making being trans out to be: “ I got a pixie cut and sometimes I wear a binder cuz it looks cool “.

I know trans men with fucked up ribs and spines because they binded too hard or too much to keep dyphoria at bay. 

I know trans women that tried to tuck using tape and ended up scarring themselves because the tape ripped off their skin.

Fuck you and your insistence on being trans. You’re NOT.

landscape with a blur of conquerors (what do you do with a man like that?)  - e/é - oneshot

i’m baaack lol okay so this is a combination of several prompts, namely: “i know we’ve never talked before but there is a friggin huge spider in my apartment can you kill it for me” requested by anon; “i accidentally punched you in the face when i was trying to punch a different guy in the face i am so sorry” requested by @seevikiifangirl​; and “the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear” requested by @griefisafreighttrain​. words cannot express how good it feels to write les mis again! thank you for your patience!

landscape with a blur of conquerors (what do you do with a man like that?)


“I find you truly frightening,” Enjolras told Éponine seven months into being next-door neighbors. “Your father issues have anger management issues, which in turn run rings around your antisocial personality disorder. I do not know how to respond to it.”

Éponine blinked, prodding the reddish bruise his mouth had left on her neck. “So you barge into my apartment to watch Nikita reruns and manhandle me during commercial breaks? Doesn’t seem very constructive.”

“As I said,” he huffed in elegant disdain, “I do not know how to respond to any of it.”

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The Bible contains many explanations for oddities of human anatomy. For instance: Men have one less rib because Adam gave one to create Eve; We have “Adam’s Apples” from swallowing the fruit of knowledge; And one testicle hangs lower than the other because God yanked on one of Adam’s balls when he slipped in the locker room.