so happy for you bb

Soul Sisters

@xissi-sunde SO I KNOW THIS IS EARLY BUT I AM DYING OF EXCITEMENT TO GIVE YOU THIS AND I CANNOT WAIT!!!!!!

Inky, you and I have had a bit of a rough time this past year, and I’m so happy to know that we’ve weathered the storm, and are still such close friends. It means the world to me to have you in my life. This picture has definitely been a labor of love. I’ve spent at least 16+ hours on it over the last couple of nights, but I’m so pleased with how it turned out. I feel like it captures our girls and their playful spirits, enjoying something they both love together as friends. I feel like Mai and Issi really are Soul Sisters, and so that is why I decided to title this picture as such.

I love you Inky and I hope you have a wonderful Birthday ♥

Tano and Kenobi: Before the Council

Previously on Tano and Kenobi…

Ahsoka learned that Obi-Wan’s time at the Temple is coming to an end while Obi-Wan volunteers to help Ahsoka get her bearings straight while the Temple is being renovated. After some deep thoughts in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, Ahsoka is summoned before the Jedi Council…

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Ahsoka and Obi-Wan stood before the doors of the Council room, frowning at the grey-and-silver accented doors emblazoned with the symbol of the Jedi Order. There had been no symbol on the door when Ahsoka had been a Padawan and she wondered about that, if it had simply faded away or something had happened to cause the Council to replace the doors by her time. She didn’t know why the odd detail struck her as meaningful, but there it was.

“Have you ever stood in front of the Council, Obi-Wan?” Ahsoka asked, looking down at the young initiate.

Obi-Wan frowned and looked down at his hands. “Uhm… Well… not recently?”

Ahsoka almost let out a gasp of shock and dismay when she felt the guilt and shame suffusing the boy through the Force and she held it in. Clearly whatever had brought young Obi-Wan before the Council was an act he regretted and he had no doubt already severely castigated himself for it.

She smiled at him and put a hand on his shoulder. “You know… The last time I stood in front of the Council, my Master was with me. This might be one of the first times I’ve faced the Council by myself.”

Obi-Wan looked up at Ahsoka, his blue eyes round with surprise. “Truly, Master Ahsoka? Even when you received your mission orders?”

Ahsoka chuckled. “That was a bit more discreet than this.”

Wow. Is this how I’m going to spend the rest of my life? Finding clever ways to tell a half truth?

“Knight Tano?” A female Nikto Jedi walked over to the duo, checking her datapad. “And… who are you?”

“This is my escort,” Ahsoka explained, putting a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Senior Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s helping me reacquaint myself with the Temple layout.”

The Nikto Jedi tilted her head to the side, as if she was trying to decide whether or not she was going to say anything about the young boy’s presence. She checked off something before gesturing to the door. “The Council will see you now. Initiate Kenobi, you can return to your dorms if you do not currently have a class to attend.”

“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan murmured as the doors started to slide open. “I… I will be attending my saber lessons after lunch, Master Ahsoka. Please comm me if you need me.”

Ahsoka nodded with a smile. “Don’t forget! We’ve got an hour of jar’kai practice today!”

It almost broke Ahsoka’s heart to see the brief flash of Obi-Wan’s excitement and joy before he managed to hide it behind a passable attempt at Master Obi-Wan’s famous Negotiator’s face. She was starting to understand where he had first learned the rules of hiding one’s feelings and she wasn’t sure how she felt about Obi-Wan learning those cold lessons in the bosom of the Jedi Order.

This place was supposed to be their home, the Order was supposed to be their family. This wasn’t how you treated family.

Ahsoka turned to face the doors that had fully opened, straightened her shoulders and held her head high, walking back into the same room she had been dismissed from the Jedi Order in seventeen years ago.

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I don’t know how to say  G O O D  B Y E .

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @oncepromised!

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You think being the master of tombstone the bull is hard? That is nothing compared to being the master of your feelings. They will shake you around, and they will send you flying. Sometimes you hold on and sometimes you let go.

                                                          Is the scariest ride there is.

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HQ!!AU┌  - (Starchild) Yamaguchi Tadashi~

5. Being Attacked by Bugs

So andavs is not quite ready to post her art version yet (we already checked, the mind meld factor is not high…), but I wanted to put this up because it is a special gift for obriensnipples! Primarily as a belated birthday present, because she wanted Derek mowing the lawn shirtless but also because rough times suck and I hope this fic helps with that even if only a little bit!

So this next Not Quite Normal OTP challenge is for you, babe! I hope it brightens your day a little bit!

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Stiles’ summer vacation does not start out well. In fact, it starts out pretty poorly.

Okay, really, it’s a fucking disaster.

 Because, Stiles is walking out of Beacon Hills High, officially a Junior now that the final bell has rung, and he’s talking to Scott who keeps insisting that Junior year will be the year that he will finally ask Allison out and Scott has fallen behind to stare at her and Stiles keeps walking because Scott will catch up eventually, though Stiles is keeping an eye on him, and-

Well, that’s when he gets hit by a car.

Not just any car, though. No, when Stiles regains consciousness and manages to blink away the dark spots that take up 90% of his vision, he finds himself staring at the front of a black Camaro.

And the only black Camaro in Beacon Hills belongs to…

“Oh my god.” Derek Hale.

Derek Hale, the now-senior lacrosse player and subject of almost all of Stiles’ dirtiest fantasies.

He groans. And it’s only partly from the pain.

“Fuck.”

“Stiles!” Scott sounds frantic. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

“I don’t need,” Stiles tries. And then stops. Because he looks down to see his leg covered in blood and he has never liked blood and- well, he doesn’t complain when Scott stands up with the phone pressed to his ear.

“I’m sorry!” Derek Hale is saying and he sounds… angry? This is not how Stiles wanted his first interaction with Derek Hale to go. “You just- you just walked right into the road!”

“Dude,” Stiles replies, rubbing at his eye. “Are you really blaming me for this?”

“Not blaming you, I just- you walked right in front of me!”

“You hit me with your car!” Stiles winces at the sounds of his own voice. It’s too loud. Everything is too loud.

When he opens his eyes again, Derek’s eyebrows are draw together in concern.

“I’m sorry,” Derek repeats. It’s probably just the result of Derek’s ridiculously attractive face and Stiles’ epic crush on the kid, but Stiles forgives him instantly. Even though he’s getting colder by the second and he’s pretty sure that’s not a good thing.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, waving a hand and regretting it when the motion hurts his leg somehow. “I’m sure I’m fine.”

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“Are you alright?”

Hannibal’s bed was a mess. His hair was in disarray, his lips were kiss bitten and Will couldn’t think of a time he’d looked more appealing than right at that moment.

Will sighed and smiled cautiously. “I think I am, yeah.”

Hannibal curled his fingers around Will’s own. They were both still sweaty and tired, flushed and sated. The sheets were sticky, Will had a bite mark under his chin and he felt absolutely wonderful.

“Not too much for you?” Hannibal watched his lover’s lips twitch into a satisfied little smirk.

“No, no, actually, I feel good…which is strange, for me.”

Hannibal ducked his head to drop a kiss on Will’s shoulder.

“I thought I’d freak out and make everything terrible but-”

“But you stayed in the moment, with me, and everything was just as it should have been.”

“Yeah.” He brought Hannibal’s hand to his lips, kissing his each knuckle as he asked: “Are you? You know.” Another kiss. “Did you like it?”

Hannibal didn’t nod, just moved their hands away and leaned in to rejoin their lips in a kiss.

“I’m terrible at this, aren’t I.” Will insisted as he pulled away.

“No.”

“Yeah, I am, I’m terrible. You’re amazing at this stuff, you’ve obviously been with guys before.”

“I have had good and bad experiences.”

“…Was this good?”

“Will.”

“Was it?”

“I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.”

Will rolled his eyes at the soppy sentiment but couldn’t help giving Hannibal another kiss for his trouble.

“Last time, like I said, when I did this before. I didn’t have a very nice time.”

“And this time?"Hannibal groaned softly as he was pushed back against the pillows. "Was it everything you wanted it to be?”

“This time." The wet brush of his fingers against Hannibal’s sensitive hole made them both shudder. Will spread Hannibal’s thighs with a hungry growl. "This time, I can’t wait to do it again.”