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After reading so much Egil’s Saga I’d like to submit this headcanon to the Hetalia fandom: 

Sometimes during meetings the Nordics will spontaneously compose poetry. If it’s a Nordic meeting, the other Nordics(or at least Sweden, Iceland, Norway, and Denmark I’m not sure about Finland) will listen very seriously and afterwards they will reward whoever came up with the poem with cookies or pens or whatever they have around(cause nobody carries around gold anymore). If it’s during a world meeting the other Nordics are still super serious about it, England might be begrudgingly appreciative or annoyed cause he thinks his poetry is better (depends on which of the Nordics is speaking), maybe Japan would try to respond with a haiku, everyone else is just bewildered cause I thought those guys were vikings why are they composing poetry how long have they been doing that why are they asking me for a cookie now???


“My baby shot me down.”

Super late submission for @klangst-week: Unrequited Pining/Unrequited Love (Day 1) & Hurt/Comfort (Day 3). Click for better quality.

jskadbsadk okay so my mom has this giant book of like what it means when you were born on a certain day and i was flipping through it for all the paladins birthdays and

day of the winner

I actually ended up REALLY liking these so I’m going to post them on their own.


Your blush is so much more obvious without your glasses, Yuuri <3

(or, guess who got into Ice Gays)



coolest kid on the block

becauseforoncethisisme  asked:

So, um, I still apologize for accidentally sending you a spiral into multiple tens of thousands of words in an AU, but any chance of a snippet from that? Because I am curious about where it's going.

No apologies necessary, friend, I’m having a ton of fun writing this beast actually.

For everyone else who may be confused, something like two months ago (lol I take forever to write anything), @becauseforoncethisisme innocently sent me an ask about what would happen if Padme had a younger sister who was Force sensitive, and would Anakin go looking for her in the Jedi Order?

I started answering that ask on tumblr, until I realized it was getting way too long to post as an ask, so I transferred it to Word, and then I realized it was turning into an actual fic and…now it’s 70 pages long and counting.

Perhaps inevitably, it’s ended up incorporating a lot of elements from other AUs I’ve talked about but haven’t actually written. There’s quite a lot of crossover with the Pen Pals AU especially (though I’m trying to keep things different in significant ways, because @queerladymacbeth is writing an awesome version of that AU here), and some influence from the Librarian Anakin AU, too.

Basically, you can think of this as Pen Pals with the addition of Aloo Darie, Jedi youngling from Naboo. Which leads to some key character differences, particularly for Padme, who in this universe saw her sister taken away by the Jedi, and who is therefore much more dubious about the Jedi from the beginning. And in other key differences, it turns out that an Anakin who grows up with strong (if secret) support from his mom, Kitster, Padme, and his culture and traditions…is actually a pretty chill person. And really fun to write.

So, enough rambling. Here’s a snippet that’s one of my favorite bits so far, set about a year before AOTC.

For someone who likes to talk about his family on Tatooine, Anakin knows a surprising amount about Naboo.

Maybe that’s not really surprising, though. He fought in the space battle there, when Master Kenobi killed the Sith Lord, and Aloo knows that the Supreme Chancellor, who is also from Naboo, likes to keep up with Anakin’s progress.

Aloo was born on Naboo. She knows that much from her records, and because, when she was ten, they were assigned a research unit on their birth cultures. It was very interesting. Aloo remembers being fascinated by some of the Naboo ideas about flowers.

And she guesses that the beautiful garden and its stone house, the ones she still sees in her dreams, must be on Naboo, too. Anakin says there are all kinds of gardens and green and wild places on Naboo, because there’s so much water. He says that like the idea of that much water is the most amazing thing in the universe.

He likes to talk about Naboo’s queen, too, and the things he says are so glowing that Aloo’s half convinced she can’t be real, that he’s making everything up. She sounds more like one of the clever girls in his desert stories than a real politician. But Aloo doesn’t mind. She likes all of his stories, but she especially likes the ones about Queen Amidala, because they feel like stories meant just for her.

Keep reading


save him. 

I want someone to make a site I can go to to aggregate fandom arguments into their simplest, stupidest forms for me.  Not, like, shipping drama, that’s boring.  I want the good stuff- I want to know why the 40k nerds are yelling at each other about factions this week(chaos says they got cheated out of a campaign win with no chance for them to possibly have won, imperium is laughing at their salt, and the Orcs are laughing and mocking both), I want to know only the freshest of salt coming out of the LoL competitive scene, and I want up to date statistics on the relationship between using the effective guns available early in CoD and getting called a faggot.  I want to know what makes angry, sweaty middle aged men the angriest and sweatiest, because I don’t know about you, but that sounds hot fucking hillarious.

sketch page full o’ OCs

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Ahahahahaha nooo… no I feel like it goes Very Badly Indeed. It’s always stuff like:

Dear Anakin,

Yesterday, Obi Wan and I went to the Hanging Gardens of Kebalbe and we got icecream and walked through the gardens holding hands and laughing. Obi Wan told me h’d never loved anyone as much as he loved me and that I was the number one angry blonde in his life.

Anyway, I just had to share that with you because it was so meaningful for me and I think we’re going to get married and have beautiful ginger babies together soon.



Dear Satine,

Do you remember that time we all got captured and thrown into a gladiatorial arena together to be torn apart by beasts and we fought together back to back and forged an unbreakable bond of love and trust? Oh wait that was Padme, Obi Wan and I. You weren’t there. Ha ha ha, how silly of me.

Anyway, I was just comming Obi Wan today and he told me that I was closer to him than a brother and also that I was actually his favourite angry blonde despite reports to the contrary.



Dear Anakin,

Do you remember that time Obi Wan and Qui Gon came to Mandalore and we all had to go on the run together for a year because insurgents were trying to take my throne? I was devastated, of course, but Obi Wan held me in his strong arms and murmured gentle words of comfort and gave me several truly spectacular orgasms, which was a great consolation.

Oh, no, never mind. You hadn’t even met Obi Wan yet. I guess what I’m saying is that when you’ve know each other as long as Obi Wan and I have known each other, you just have a connection that can’t be disrupted by upstart padawans.



Dear Satine,

Go kriff yourself.


Dear Anakin,

Wow, how uncivilized. What would Obi Wan say?


It degenerates from there. XD

Dear Satine,

Obi-Wan would be delighted and not at all scandalized, which you would know if you had ever heard him swearing on the battlefield. Or in bed. I can only offer my condolences if you haven’t experienced this side of Obi Wan, even after so many years.

It’s not your fault, Satine. We can’t all have spent two hot and sweaty weeks with him on Ryloth last month, with him in that white armor, gently herding space rhinos away from our very small, very cozy cave so he could ‘adjust my bandages.’


it keeps getting Worse until Obi Wan and Padme accidentally pick up the wrong letters

Dear Anakin,

How long have you been sending Satine these blatantly exaggerated and completely untrue retellings of our past adventures? I most certainly was not making you feel like the luckiest man alive when we were stuck on ryloth last year, unless all that pained noise you made after almost getting sliced in half was an altogether different kind of moaning from what I assumed.

I mean, Satine does seem to enjoy the streaks of dirt on my face after I come in from the gardens, but really, Anakin, that is entirely irrelevant. Anyways, I hope you apologize to the Duchess for such uncalled for behavior. And for the record, I can love two angry blondes at once, Anakin. Even three. There’s no need to get so worked up just because our schedules don’t line up very well this month.

Give Padme my best and please remember to eat breakfast,

Obi Wan