pls reblog my things

Mob Psycho 80′s style!
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@natvanlis: Tickets for @ClexaCon are going fast! See you in Sin City next weekend kitties. ✌🏻

“Hey everyone!  I just wanted to send you this quick video message to tell you how excited I am to be attending Clexa Con, the very first Clexa Con.  I’ll be there next weekend in Las Vegas of course on Saturday March 4th and Sunday March 5th.  Make sure you follow them on Twitter and Instagram @clexacon and check out their website so you know when and where exactly to find me.  And I will see you in Sin City.  So many queer ladies under one roof.  That’s going to be a wild trip.  Byeeee!”

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bonus:

i’m really surprised that i haven’t seen this in the fandom yet! each ‘page’ is numbered for your convenience. based off the picture book (x)

what are your top 5 astro songs?

hey so I’ve got an idea to help revive the adam driver tag and push out the nonsense that’s taking over it

of course, I need a lot of people to help contribute and do the thing but next month (july duh) I was thinkin we do some sort of “adam driver appreciation” thing where every day is a new theme that people can contribute with pictures/gifs of him and his characters and make it like a “31 days of adam driver” kind of thing

pls tell me what u guys think bc I really wanna spread the word and help bring back the adam driver tag to be the ADAM DRIVER tag once again, okay, thanks for your time !!

Rebelcaptain fanfic: A hand to hold

For @rebelcaptainprompts 


    It had started with a brushing of hands.

   They had both still been in the sickbay. Cassian had been half-unconscious, Jyn a little delirious from the medication they’d given her, but she’d still managed to turn her head and seen the man in the bed next to hers. They had fought together, died together and been resurrected together, and something had slammed painfully in her chest in that moment. Her limbs had felt heavy, weighted, like if she tried to get up she would simply fall to the ground, so she’d instead reached out an arm towards him. It had swayed a little and in her punch-drunk mind, she had almost forgotten it was there, until she’d suddenly felt the fingers clasp around her own.

   They were close enough. He was there. She’d looked across the space between them and imagined if there were nothing instead.

   In the weeks that followed their release from the sickbay, they were quick to realise that there were few who would ever truly understand what they’d been through. The brushing of hands became holding. Jyn knew what it looked like, when he would reach out and lace their fingers together as they strode determinedly down the corridors of Echo One together, but she had ceased to care.

   No one questioned them. No one at all.

   “No one–” She gasped as she felt her back hit the wall, Cassian’s tongue tracing the edge of her clavicle. “No one – finds out about this–”

   He hummed a little, enough to indicate he’d heard her, but not enough to assume he was actually listening. “I’m serious,” she said, sighing as he moved further down her chest, tugging the collar of her shirt out of his way. “We’ve only just been cleared for duty, I’m not screwing up our chances of working together–”

   “Draven won’t separate us.”

   “If he finds out that we’ve been doing this a lot, he would.”

   He smiled against her skin. “Fine then. No one knows.”

   “No one knows.”

   He kissed her, fierce and determined. Jyn had discovered pretty quickly that they kissed a lot like they had fought on Scarif, with a push and pull. That had started during a sparring match in the training gym, the two trying to work on getting their strength back. A mix of their skills and their injuries had resulted in them being rather evenly matched, and a fight could last almost too long to endure. When he had finally managed to pin her to the mat, her face flushed and his bare chest heaving, all logic had left her brain.

   His kiss had tasted salty.

   It had simply carried on from there until now, when he was shoving her up against the poor, unsuspecting wall in his quarters (which by this point, she often shared). It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. Her fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him close as he ran a hand up her thigh, hitching it around him. The mechanics were often different, but the concept always the same: they would touch with calloused hands, sigh with breaths mixed together, and as a result, had fallen headfirst into something neither of them really knew how to put into words yet.

   All Jyn could think was this. I need this, I want this, I will walk through hell to keep this …

   “Am I still allowed to hold your hand, though?” Cassian suddenly asked against her neck. His wandering hand on her thigh was distracting, but she cleared her head enough to answer,

   “No.”

   “Why? The entire base already assumes we’re sleeping together anyway–”

   “It’s only rumour, Cassian–”

   “Fine, fine,” he rumbled against her. It made her shiver as he bent down and lifted her, both her legs able to wrap around him now. They admittedly hadn’t quite perfected this dance, yet. There was still much to learn about each other. There were things to say, stories to eventually tell, and moves they still hadn’t quite figured out. He pressed into her, hands inching high as Jyn practically shoved her hands inside his shirt. The first time they’d done this had been awkward and embarrassing. They’d had enough experience between the two of them to know basically what they were doing, but a lot of magic gets taken out when it’s punctuated with ‘do you like that?’ and ‘yes – wait, no’. Slowly, they’d grown used to each other, understood how their bodies worked together. Now, they could begin to explore.

   Now, it was good. Very good.

   Cassian pressed his hips into hers, pushing her closer to the wall and sending a spark straight through her. He ran his hands up her sides, dipping into her lean body and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He found her hands, and he smiled against her lips, lacing their fingers together. He pushed them back into the wall, Jyn helplessly letting him.

   “Are you sure we can’t hold hands anymore?” he rumbled against her.

   Jyn almost whimpered.

   “Fine. You can keep holding my hand.”

“you see everything in such black and white terms” I have bpd wtf do you want from me