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Is your disaster children series done for good? Love it (and all your work) so much!!

hi!! thank you so much 🥺🩵 I’m so glad you enjoy my silly little words!

Don’t worry, the Disaster Children series is definitely not done for good! I would be so sad to never write Qui-Gon Jinn and his huge hands ever again 😭 I’m just having trouble writing anything anymore (my inner critic is TOO DAMN LOUD AND DOESNT SHUT UP) and took a step back from it. I miss them though 😭

honestly answering this ask makes me wanna buckle down and try to finish something 👀 I can’t make any promises but I do miss them and would love to have my spark back!

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i sorta kinda waited for a reason to post this, and today seems to be perfectly reasonable :D

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-Obi-wan always aces all his classes, but even he needs help on galactic algebra-

Quick sketch on my favorite boys, I miss drawing them so much.

Also, quick update! I only have 2 months of school left, then im free! So expect my hiatus to last a little longer, thank yall for bearing with me!!!

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boy wins podrace, gets to sit on giant hippie tree man's shoulders

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2x06: The Top Hat Job

You kids stop fighting or we will turn this van around

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All this says is I hit people and flip my hair.

Top 10 Eliot hair moments, requested by @gendrybaratheon

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I'm sorry, but to me the peak of on screen male-to-male intimacy was accomplished by Liam Neeson and Ewan McGregor in The Phantom Menace.

The way Obi-Wan RUSHES to Qui-Gon's side the EXACT SECOND he is sure Darth Maul ain't coming out of that melting pit. The way he FOLDS himself around his dying mentor.

The beard touch.

It's not captioned in this gif, but while this is happening, Qui-Gon whispers to him "No. It's too late." Trying to keep down any fear of hurting him Obi-Wan has, trying to squash any feelings of resentment or anger that the young man would be pointing inward just then for not being fast enough, not being good enough. Because that would lead him to the darkness.

I am already gone, please let me see your face free of anguish for my last moments.

The way Obi-Wan's hand moves over Qui-Gon's chest, feeling for his heartbeat, maybe trying to coax the living force into keeping Qui-Gon alive JUST LONG ENOUGH so that he can drag him into the palace and to a bacta tank.

And then when the perspective shifts to show us Qui-Gon?

The little caress on Obi-Wan's cheek? Pretty much the only evidence we have up until the cut away that this poor kid just watched his father figure/mentor/brother-in-arms/constant companion/comrade/teacher get stabbed and is either very close to or already starting to bawl his eyes out? The way his voice is just so soft (probably because he was stabbed through the diaphragm) as he imparts his dying wish? Him basically begging Obi-Wan to remember what he told him in the swamps, that he will be a great Jedi and is wiser than Qui-Gon himself? That he should believe in himself?!

The last breath? The closing of the eyes? Obi-Wan only being able to nod because if he says anything he WILL LOOSE IT. Him resting the bridge of his nose on Qui-Gon's as his best friend becomes one with the Force?

The way Obi-Wan cradles his head?

And then that last pan away, when we see what is left of his resolve from the moment just shatter and his shoulders shake and he crumples against the body in his arms?

Yea... No...

These two? Nothing is ever going to beat this moment for me. It's so sad but just so well acted.

We did not deserve this performance in 1999.

We do not deserve this performance NOW.

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THIS IS NOT A DRILL

Dells has finished the White Collar fic!

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remember how i said i’m on a White Collar kick? have a long snip (i’m really proud of this fic so far and i pray i can finish it)

Peter parked the Taurus on the street in front of June’s house, and he turned to Neal, his voice so stern and unyielding that Neal immediately wished for the bliss of his silence again the second Peter opened his mouth. “Get your bag. You have five minutes.”

Oh, God.

An overnight stay at the Burke’s never boded well for Neal’s backside.

“Ten,” he blurted out, then stammered as Peter’s expression darkened, “I-I mean, I might need ten minutes to pack.”

“You don’t need to pack. You have a bag ready to go, sitting on the floor of your closet of designer suits, just for this purpose.”

He did. Unfortunately, it was a frequent enough occurrence that Neal was dragged to the Burke residence that a packed bag had become necessary, but that didn’t mean Neal was at all eager to go get it. Once he got it, he’d bring it down to the car, then they would go to Peter’s house, and there… well, there Peter would make sure that the few swats he’d given Neal earlier would seem like a walk in the park in comparison.

Peter nodded towards the magnificent house. “Get it, now.”

“I unpacked it,” Neal said without thinking, desperate for an escape from this fate that was starting to look like it was set in stone. He suppressed the urge to wince—it wasn’t a lie, exactly, as he had unpacked the bag at one time, but at this moment, it was most certainly packed and ready to go, upstairs on the floor of his closet of designer suits, just as Peter had said.

Peter held his gaze for about a solid fifteen seconds, then he nodded once, with enough decision that Neal’s stomach plummeted to his feet. He opened his mouth to say something—anything, to backtrack, to mislead, anything that would work—but Peter moved fast, unbuckling his seatbelt and, to Neal’s horror, getting out of the car.

Neal scrambled to follow suit, practically jumping out of the car and leaving the door swinging on its hinges to impede Peter from making it to the front door. “Okay, I’ll get it!”

“You’re stalling.” Peter firmly did not allow Neal to block his path, trudging onwards despite Neal’s best efforts. “So, fine. I’ll get it.”

“No, Peter!” Neal rushed after him. His handler let himself into June’s home and up the stairs like he owned the place, and Neal had never more regretted the fact his handler was required a key to his residence for such an occasion. There was just no stopping him. “This is really unnecessary—”

Peter snorted but didn’t comment, heading straight for the door to the back of Neal’s apartment. Neal stopped in the kitchen, contemplating his options. Well, running was out. Unless he cut his anklet with his kitchen scissors and disappeared into the wind, which was admittedly tempting, but somehow, he couldn’t imagine Peter just giving up and deciding Neal didn’t really need a spanking since he was so willing to run away from it.

No, Neal was pretty sure Peter would just catch him and spank him again for running and throwing his whole deal and potential free future away.

Damn it.

Neal pushed his hands through his hair and paced the floor, unsure what else he could do. Bargain? Plead? He had to come up with something to get out of this. Anything.

Peter came out a couple minutes later with Neal’s bag in hand, and the fierce determination in his face hadn’t dwindled a bit.

“Peter, I—”

“I found it,” Peter interrupted him. “I’m sorry, Neal, you were right; it wasn’t completely packed.”

It wasn’t?

Neal stopped in his tracks, more than sure that the bag had been fully packed and ready to go, despite his earlier attempts to stall.

“I’ve taken care of it,” Peter assured, and the tight smile he gave Neal was not at all reassuring. “We have everything we need now.”

Neal had never more felt like he’d set his own trap and walked into it. “Maybe I should look through it, just in case—”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Peter slung the bag over his shoulder and gestured towards the door. “I’ve got it.”

Neal worried. Whatever Peter had done, whatever he’d packed that he felt they needed, Neal’s backside clenched in apprehension. It didn’t bode well.

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y’all I’m so sorry but I’m on a White Collar kick and goddamnit, I might just bring back WC dfic like it’s 2011 again

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little luke and uncle obi-wan :D

happy new year!

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Watching the new Little Mermaid finally and Grimsby tells Eric he wants to have “a quiet word” with him and I almost burst out laughing. 🤣🤣🤣

OMG STOP HE DOES?? HAHAHA I just started it last night but my brain was going all directions so I didn’t finish it and I MISSED it, omg, I must see this part 👀

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I was supposed to post something today but the well of creative energy is ✨dry✨

listen babes maybe I’ll just dump a bunch of fics on a single day for different prompts, or maybe I won’t, who is to say

certainly not me

I know what I’m doing exactly 0 percent of the time

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🚨 WHAT’S THIS? 🚨

A NEW FIC FROM DELLS?

ON SPANKTEMBER 1st OF ALL DAYS?

Hope you enjoy 💕

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tomorrow is spanktember 1st 👀

I might have a SW fic mostly finished for posting 👀

nothing is more motivating than a last minute deadline, babes, that’s all I’m gonna say