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stop looking at me respectfully and start looking at me like a coyote looks at a fully stocked henhouse

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Tachanka x Skylar: Getting ready for Rainbow's holiday party, which has a special place in their hearts. Since that's where their whole story started. Simon x Liz: Out and about in London for a Christmas festival with the kids. It was both a fun and hectic time! More so hectic, but it was all worth it in the end and more memories' were made. Erwin x Kaisa: Having an actual Christmas for once. They also decided to meet up with some of the other survey corps members for drinks.

I was tagged by the wonderful @carlosoliveiraa to use this holiday meiker for some of the couples, thank you! 💜

m/f / wlw / mlm / nb

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tip: do not make scientists take a miracle medicine that will save their life unless you're completely sure you're fine with the possibility of them getting weird telekinesis like powers and them throwing some bad guy into a wall in not self defense but to save their wife. or whatever

who needs to study for an exam when your brain can get obsessed on an idea and not let go until you're done with it. haha.

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— ONE STEP FORWARD

pairing: Imogen Kol (oc) x Bix Caleen rating: Mature words: 1k warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughts summary: Imogen finds Bix in a moment of vulnerability

notes: this is old, but I’m still very fond of it and wanted to put it in it’s own post before it inevitably gets changed once the new season drops. It’s based off this grainy shot of the leaked s2 trailer

Imogen knocked on the door. “Bix?”

“It’s open,” a hoarse voice called from inside.

Imogen entered to see the apartment in disarray. Clothes were strewn about the floor as well as a few stray possessions and an empty bottle or two. Remnants of a lightly picked over meal remained on the counter of the small kitchen, now long cold. Perhaps it was a good sign that the mechanic had eaten something, however meager it may be. Though Imogen made a mental note to urge her to eat a little more. 

Bix lay sprawled out on her stomach in the messy bed, appearing about as put together as her living quarters. If Imogen hadn’t heard her voice just a moment before, she would have thought Bix wasn’t even conscious. As she drew nearer, she noticed a familiar blaster rested loosely in her mechanic’s grip. 

One step forward, two steps back. 

A lump formed in Imogen’s throat, but she swallowed hard and sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

The first sign of life from Bix was a weak shrug. “Somewhere in between wanting to blast some Imp’s head off and my own.”

That filled Imogen with a sickening, ice-cold dread. She carefully reached for the blaster. “You know that I would never allow you to do that.”

Their fingers brushed as Imogen took the weapon out of her hand. The touch roused a reaction and the mechanic’s gaze snapped up to meet the former Inquisitor’s. Imogen expected to see anything from pain to fear, but Bix’s eyes were simply hollow. She could not bear to witness it for more than a couple of seconds. 

“All of a sudden you’re so concerned with coveting life, huh?”

“I covet yours above all others, Bix,” Imogen replied.

A sigh expelled from her lungs and she dragged herself into a sitting position. “You don’t need to worry. I was just… too deep in my own head.” 

Imogen nodded, but fully recognized the danger of such a thing. “Have you gotten out of this room today?”

“No.”

“One prison is enough to endure. You should not make it two,” she said gently.

Bix ran a hand though her disheveled curls and released another impatient huff. “Everyone has been looking at me like I’m some broken thing. I mean, I am, but… seeing it all over their faces makes me feel like I’m still strapped to that chair, losing my mind.”

Imogen knew she must have inadvertently contributed to that. Guilt twisted her insides. Of all people, she should have known better. “My master used to look at me differently than anyone else. Not in a way I found to be encouraging. Though she never said it, I could see she spent most of her days anticipating the worst from me. It is taxing.”

“It is,” the mechanic agreed wearily. She shifted closer, looping an arm through Imogen’s and resting her head on her shoulder.

Despite the topic of conversation, Imogen felt a light flutter in her chest as the heat of the other woman’s body warmed her. This type of candid affection they had started to share more frequently brought a specific kind of intoxication. It felt just as thrilling as any intimate touch, and she hid a smile. Imogen could be content with her like this. Just like this. 

Imogen turned her attention to the blaster in her hands. “I had not realized you still had this. I thought it was lost.”  

Bix studied the blaster like it was the only object of importance to her. “I kept it from you.”

“Why?”

“It makes me feel less vulnerable. And because it’s yours.” 

Imogen recalled when Bix had taken it straight from her holster out of a strong will to escape the Empire with her life.

The lightsaber on Imogen’s belt was much the same. Cal felt nothing but disdain for her saber. He felt the darkness in the Kyber crystal, the way it had been corrupted years ago by her hatred, when Imogen’s hands were still freshly stained by cold-blooded betrayal. Corruption breeds corruption, so he claimed, but Imogen would not have survived this long without the weapon. It was the only thing she ever put her full trust in. 

Perhaps the blaster was not some dark force searching to prey on an addled mind, rather the only tangible reminder of Bix’s own survival.

After a long moment of deliberation, Imogen offered the blaster back to her. “Now it is yours.”

Bix leaned back enough to meet her gaze again. Relief washed over the bounty hunter at the small spark that reignited within her rich eyes. “You’re sure?”

“I trust that you will continue to protect yourself with it. As I will continue to protect you.”

A soft smile tugged at the corner of Bix’s mouth, drawing Imogen’s gaze down for a split second. She suddenly became keenly aware of their lack of personal space. Bix took in her features as well before she accepted the blaster. “Thank you.”

“You will not be broken forever, Bix,” Imogen promised. 

The movements were subtle. Fingers tightened around her arm. Bix tilted her head towards hers ever so slightly. Imogen felt even the most acute form of contact. It pulled her in like a magnet, making each short breath stutter past her barely parted lips. 

“You can kiss me, you know,” Bix whispered. 

Imogen had never experienced a deeper temptation in all her life. It would be as easy as leaning in an inch or two. The last time her lips were graced by a kiss was on Ferrix before the uprising. That moment felt so far away and it made Imogen ache terribly for her. This pain reached past every defense to tear at what was left of her very soul. Somehow, that only made her crave the pain more.

But Imogen could not bring herself to give in. Not while Bix was like this.

Wordlessly, the bounty hunter tilted her chin up and gently pressed her lips to Bix’s temple. Imogen felt her beloved lean into the kiss as her tense muscles eased. She sensed it gifted them both a moment of peace, so she pulled away and rested her forehead where the ghost of her kiss remained, feeling no rush to part from her mechanic.

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I’ve just got a big heart and an even bigger sex drive

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Why are fandom discord servers some of the most stress inducing places in the world like why is it when you post anything into any chat it feels like either a) you're purposely being ignored or b) you've pissed someone off just by speaking. And it's such a pain in the dick because if you want any sort of help with anything or want to be even a little bit apart of a community you have to be in these servers. While the whole time it feels like that one meme picture of all the girls sneering at the camera because you dared show your face in there

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the obsession some people have with their ships being canonized…..who are you, the catholic church

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christian daloi ♡

crédit : pumpkin

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the urge to disappear into the forest and become local folklore

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Make a gay cowboy character. Call him Dixon Cox

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the full moon in paintings

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I made another little Christmas tree this year if anyone would like to decorate it ❤️ 🎄 🎁

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Nico looks exactly like his dad 😭 my heart 🥹