#( thr _ aftermath )

[ang-li]

only got the epilogues of ward left to go and i dont have any big think pieces in my mind rn really. i do think much of the story was weaker than worm but i very much enjoyed the characters :) kenzie rain and the capricorn brothers especially are gonna be spinning around in my head forever i think. i especially liked seeing how the undersiders have changed since gm :) my special princesses 4eva

[certifiedbi]

Never in my one million years of watching motorbike racing have I ever seen someone lose their entire front suspension in once peice

[tired-and-unjellied]

so many things to do...

go sign document at the job agency, come back, plan when to cook, send email, cook, eat in a timely matter, make phone call, attend online workshop, attend online coaching. (it's objectively not that much)

[pine-needle-scuffle]

I hate feeling your mental well-being go down the drain. This is not a proportionate response to stress, this is not a big deal, why does every inch of my body want to be hurt. I feel like I'm just watching while my being wants to crumple in on itself for relief.

[queer-starwars-bracket]

Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 1): General Bracket Match 32

Ceret/Terec | Identity: non-binary | Media: The High Republic comic (2020)

Ceret and Terec were a pair of Kotabi bond-twins Jedi, meaning they shared a consciousness across two bodies. Promotional material has clarified that their use of “they/them” is about their gender not plurality. They’ve also been described as “trans non-binary”, a useful clarification here. Because they presumably were assigned a binary gender at birth, so despite their different neurology, I haven’t labeled them as alien non-binary. They’re very closed off, increasing the uncanniness of their nature.

They’ve unfortunately kind of been a punching bag in the comic series they appear in, with one or both of them suffering something terrible in basically every issue. However, this typically provides the protagonists important information about whatever they’re facing. They’re in most issues of the 2020 run of the main High Republic comic series, taking the same missions as the protagonist Keeve Trennis. When she went undercover with the Nihil, she was joined by Terec, so that they could give updates to the Jedi through their twin. However, in that mission they were nearly killed by the Leveler, forcing both twins into hibernation. Thankfully, they awakened from their hibernation during the destruction of Starlight Beacon, thanks to Avar Kriss’ battle meditation. After participating in the group Force feat to keep the top half of the station together just a little bit longer, they escaped in an escape pod with Keeve.

Rae Sloane | Identity: bisexual | Media: Aftermath Trilogy

Rae Sloane was created for the first New EU novel A New Dawn, where she is a sympathetic antagonist. Dutiful and loyal to the Empire, she serves it because when she was younger she was attacked by criminals and saved by stormtroopers. She opposed ruling through fear and enslavement, because such tactics were ultimately ineffective for maintaining order. As a cadet, she foiled an assassination attempt against Vader and the Emperor, making her a special favorite of Vader. She was assigned to leader the secret operation to complete the genocide of Alderaan by killing off planet survivors. Her internal thought process there remains unknown. She also got lost and missed the Battle of Hoth, but Vader didn’t kill her for it like everyone expected.

She appeared in a handful of short stories and the Kanan comic series, but her character really came into its own in the Aftermath trilogy. After the Battle of Endor, she formed one of the more powerful Imperial remnants. This attracted the attention of Gallius Rax, the man who Palpatine had groomed to arrange the establishment of the First Order. Under his guidance, her remnant grew in power and she assumed the rank of Grand Admiral. It was from her remnant that phase two of Operation Cinder was launched, the elimination of all imperial remnants that weren’t aligned with the Contingency plan. She attended the New Republic Liberation Day celebrated, signaling the beginning of a diplomatic end to the war. However, Rax had arranged the mass assassination of New Republic leadership using inhibitor chips implanted on former imperial prisoners. These tactics disgusted Sloane, turning her against Rax. Rax assumed control of her remnant and she was forced to team up with the rebel Norra Wexley to take him down.

Nora and Sloane tracked Rax to Jakku, where the cultish devotion of the Imperials Rax had deemed worthy and the brutality required for Imperials to survive after the war had turned disturbed her. The two women tracked Rax to the Observatory, a secret site where Rax was going to complete a Dark Side ritual which would cause Jakku to explode- killing most of the New Republic military and Imperials deemed unworthy. They stopped the ritual, and Sloane killed Rax. As Rax died, he told her that the rest of the Contingency plan was for her to take a replica of the Imperialis and lead the remains of the Imperial Remnant into the Unknown Regions. Sloane did so, hoping she could lead the Empire away from the crazy plans of people like Palpatine and eventually return to the galaxy to save it from itself. She did so, founding the First Order. Then ??????. It’s assumed Snoke killed her at some point, but honestly everything is up in the air. Her absence in the new Shadow Council in the Mandalorian, is conspicuous. She is possibly already dead by this point, or she has sent Brendol in her place as a deliberate snub, unaware he seems to be part of the coup that will eventually befall her.  She has been confirmed as being bisexual, and certainly had sexual tension with her aide Adea Rite. The only textual element of her orientation in the trilogy is that she specifically muses that she never had a chance to have a “wife or husband”. She’s also kind of a nerd. When trying to find out more about Rax or Kanan, she went to a massive imperial intelligence library. She was considered the only officer of her rank sufficiently knowledgeable enough about shuttle technology to conduct an inspection. She also successfully figured out that the Millenium Falcon survived fleeing through the asteroid field in Empire Strikes Back.

[straightyuri]

I love acting like baron isn't scary as if the original scene didn't make me go WHAT THE FUCK?? But they're cute... they're like a little girl in a horror movie to me. It would be so good at standing at the end of a hall motionlessly

[orangetintedglasses]

He very much enjoyed getting the chance to be the one doing the flustering, sometimes; Wolfwood's pout was cute and Vash did revel in that hint of a glare, communicating what the man as thinking perfectly even without the aid of their personal parlor trick... and any other time, the blond would be ruffling his hair, pushing it back and out of his face so he could see him, really savor the moment...

... but this move did leave him in a bind of his own making.

He wanted to respond-- he wanted to be playful and coy and see how long they could keep this going before the cameras just happened to shut off in this room (the part of him that had been concerned that Ashton could see them having been quietly dealt with)... but they were, technically, working. Clarity tapped him on the shoulder; pulled Vash back from wherever this lick of thought had taken him and put him back, a little more sobered, in the driver's seat, just before something filthy managed to find it's way out of his mouth--

"Nngh... ghk!"

--that came out as a whimper, instead. Vash feigned discomfort with a whine and a hiss-- in a cadence that Wolfwood would be very, very familiar with --and pitched forward sharply at the waist, fisting a hand into the undertaker's hair for dear life (read: so Wolfwood would not move) and stopping just short of bashing their skulls together, opting to lower it the rest of the way to make contact.

But his expression, for the undertaker's eyes only, was cat-like, one eye closed in a wink. Heat radiated from his cheeks and could be felt that close, too, face flushed a deep pink.

You always do. ♡

"Yes."

The answer is instant, and Wolfwood is crouched beside Vash's leg immediately, using every ounce of self-control not to tear the damn holster off with his teeth like a garter.

Which. Is an image. Nope, not gonna think about that. Fuck, he's thinking about it. Fuck fuck fuck fuck—

The undertaker looks up at Vash from behind his sunglasses with russet red cheeks and his iconic pout. From the angle Vash can see him at, it almost looks as if he's glaring. It's pretty clear that he's embarrassed—he doesn't need to use words to get the point across: You fucking asshole, I know what you're doing.

His hands tremble only slightly as he adjusts the holster against Vash's thigh; he buries three fingers beneath the straps to settle any ridges in the leather strapping beneath, then circles his thigh juuuust to make sure the band is secure. It's already done right, this sonofabitch, he's just torturing his poor boyfriend.

He does the same to the upper band, but when he gets to Vash's inner thigh, his fingers accidentally brush a bit higher than they need to. Wolfwood tightens the strap of the holster regardless of the fit.

"I shouldn't be able to fit three fingers in here," he says with a sultry tone, smirking, "You're too loose. Lemme fix that for ya..."

Wolfwood reaches around the belt to adjust it, and gets in real close—his face nearly touches Vash's waist. Grinning up at the blond, he continues in a whisper, "I'll make you feel nice and tight."

[savageboar]

im sick of coming home from work at 8pm and my fucking aquarium light is still on like she can't press a button before going up to her bedroom in the evening. id use the automatic timer but i don't think it goes from the daylight to moonlight mode it just shuts it off completely and my fish and plants are way happier with the moonlight on at night.

[hokusu]

#DabiHawks Thinking about Hawks posting a snapshot of his hand holding purple scarred ones to his socials with matching bracelets on April 1st.

Multiple outcries break out:

1. The public has only ever seen Hawks with gloves on before & yet here is a clearly defined naked wrist decked only in trademark Hawks jewlery and a blue bracelet

2. Is that red bracelet against those scars and staples notorious villain Dabi's hand?

And finally,

3. Surely that's not a relationship going public... right? Right? It's gotta be an April fools joke.

The joke isn't really a joke, even with Dabi's raised brow at the antic that he's pulled, the lazy drawl of, 'And what of your reputation, little bird?' that he throws behind the pretense of uncare.

Hawks hides a smile against his skin, face burried against Dabi's neck and all the warmth and smoke that he inhales. It's so cute when Dabi pretends not to care, when he does always care—so, so much. Maybe he fooled him once before, twice, but never again.

Hawks brushes it off, mouths a kiss against his jawline, careful fingers pulled across his back as he pulls him closer, and exhales out a laugh, breathlessly hot against his ears, the promise that he's got it all under control.

"Nothing to worry about, hot stuff," Hawks murmurs, like he sees right through him, the brush of his wings encasing him too. Like this is all part of some plan.

So who is Dabi to complain about being claimed for the world to see by Hawks himself, when the most eligible bachelor of Japan has him all wrapped around his feathers?

He's never shied away from attention, he's not about to start now.

The aftermath never really settles. The drama, the mystery, the uproar never answered. Hawks dodges a real answer in the way he does best — the glint of his eyes bright and full of mischief, charming little smile against his lips as he tilts his head and hums like he himself doesn't have the answer.

"I wonder," he muses, every time he's asked—does he have a boyfriend? Is he taken? Is it, against every impossibility, Dabi?

Hawks laughs his way through every reporter and scheduled interview, the joke that isn't a joke, that he carries on and no one can ever tell if he's serious, if he's just hard set on selling the joke.

But this is Hawks' persona too, always has been, so there's no fault they can find with him. No further evidence, no signs that point them to any truth.

And if every "What's on the agenda today, Hawks?" that turns into a curl of a grin and "Dabi" as an answer, that's just his little secret that the public has to speculate on, the meaning of Dabi's name thrown around.

They almost expect, any day now, for the villain Dabi to come around and reclaim his name, to set them all on fire—the joke on them.

But whatever it is meant to happen, whatever pro-hero Hawks throwing Dabi's name around is supposed to mean, the public will just have to wait and see.

Exactly a year later, on the first of April hits again. There's another post on Hawks' official. Another snapshot.

The same pair of hands entwined, the same bracelets a little worn with love and time, but there's something else to the image. Something different than the backdrop of passing time. Something more than another shot of allegedly, Hawks' bare hands exposed for the world.

An innocuous little band of metal sits on his ring finger. Blue flame gem against silver that matches the exact shade of staples against scarred hands and its complimentary ring. All gold, red wing gem at its center.

The caption is predictably empty, devoid of any explanation. Devoid of any answers. April 1st.

Two years in a row. Is Hawks just the worlds' most committed jokester? Or is he just indefinitely and irrefutably Dabi's?

The question hangs in the public, louder than any celebrity scandal, louder than any heroic feat.

As loud, as the beat of Dabi's heart thudding against his chest when the ring slips onto his finger. Question murmured against his cheek, Hawks' fingers threaded through his.

A promise to be his.

And Dabi's head spins, noise just as loud as the cry of the public, torn between defending Hawks' happiness and the lost yearning for a love that will never be theirs.

But it is Dabi's. This love will always be Dabi's.

And Dabi doesn't really get how Hawks' relationship—engagement—reveal can go this way. That Hawks has somehow managed to have it all.

But Hawks' feathers preen every time he so much as glances at his hand. Their hands.

The question burns against his tongue as he opens his mouth.

"Baby bird," he exhales, in wonderment, in disbelief. Only a bird with a lifetime of training in deception and calculations could pull this off.

"You plan this all along?"

Hawks turns back to him, dreamy smile against his lips as he tilts his head and Dabi thinks he knows the answer before he even let's it out. Before Hawks throws his head back and laughs, the one just for him.

"Who knows?"

Dabi knows.

[acetheta]

i keep thinking about river being brainwashed cause like . i feel like it isnt talked about enough.

the silence is a RELIGIOUS ORDER. she grew up in a fucking cult. and it breaks my heart like to me she always looks so fucking scared around kovarian.

and yes doctor who is a “family” show but at the same time. what was the aftermath of it all? really all she ever did was go along with what shes told. that is quite literally what she says in the impossible astronaut. im not saying she didnt love thr doctor. of course she did. but just. the aftermath of it. it isnt talked about enough.

she is very silent in her pain. like her most genuine pain. (i could write a whole other essay on this LMFAOOO) all she ever wanted was to be loved.

like. growing up she didnt HAVE anyone. she had to be hardened. and then there’s that moment in lets kill hitler where her walls just FALL. she saves him and yes she needed to but also she WANTED to. she wanted to be loved and here was this man that already knew her and already cherished her. i think more than just her loving him, she found haven in him. she believed he would always protect her. namely- from the silence

[darlinluxx]

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 | 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 ౨ৎ

pairing : saebyeok x fem!reader

angst, like the tiniest amount of fluff ever at the end ??

warnings : angst, smoking

summary : you two keep on finding your ways back to each other but it always results in heartbreak and tears

a/n : based off of watercolor eyes by lana del rey n’ lowkey my own love life (😭)

if you have any requests, feel free to message me <3

𝐓he cigarette smoke curls around you, mimicking the tangled mess of feelings you have for her. you watch Saebyeok from across the small, cramped bedroom, her face half-illuminated by the flickering neon sign outside. her expression is typically stoic, a mask she wears so well, but you know the subtle shift of her jawline when she’s frustrated, the almost imperceptible softening of her eyes when she looks at you. these details, learned over months of a relationship that has been more of a battlefield than a haven, are etched in your memory.

this time, it’s your fault. again. you’d pushed too hard, questioning her about her brother, about her plans, about the future that always seems so impossible when you’re with her. she had retreated, as she always does, into a fortress of silence and sharp edges. and here you are, the inevitable aftermath of your own impatience.

“you okay?” you ask, your voice barely cuts through the city’s hum

she doesn’t meet your eyes, taking another drag of her cigarette. the cherry end glows like an angry ember. “fine.”

“Saebyeok…” you start, but she cuts you off with a sharp exhale.

“don’t.” it’s a command, not a plea.

you know that tone. it’s the one that precedes her packing her meager belongings, the one that leaves you standing alone in the wreckage of another argument. it’s the tone that makes your stomach clench with a mix of fear and a bitter kind of familiarity.

this is the dance you’ve perfected. the push and pull, the silent treatment followed by tentative reconciliation, the whispered words of love that dissolve as quickly as they come. you love her, you desperately do. you love the way she fights for what she believes in, the steel in her core, the rare smiles that feel like a sunbeam piercing through the clouds. but loving her is exhausting. it’s a constant tightrope walk over the abyss of her past.

you remember the first time you met, the stark contrast between her guarded exterior and the flicker of something wounded in her eyes. you were drawn to her instantly, to the mystery she exuded, the quiet strength that seemed to vibrate beneath the surface. you’d thought you could be the one to unlock her heart, to soothe the pain she carried. you were naive then, fueled by a romanticism that has long since been bruised and battered by reality.

the silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. you want to reach out, to take her hand, but you know it’s futile. she’s built a wall around herself, and you’re not sure you have the strength, or the right, to tear it down again. days turn into weeks, filled with the aching hollowness of her absence. you find yourself replaying your arguments, searching for a different outcome, a different way to make things okay. you know you should let her go, that this constant cycle of pain isn’t healthy, but the thought of a life without her is a bleak and empty prospect. she is your addiction, your constant source of both torment and euphoria.

then, a message on your phone. a single word on your screen — “meet.” it’s curt, ambiguous, but it’s enough to send your heart racing. you rush to the place she suggested, a dingy convenience store where you’d shared too many cheap meals and stolen kisses.

she’s there, outside, leaning against the brick wall, her face impossibly beautiful in the harsh fluorescent light. she looks different. a vulnerability has replaced the usual guardedness, and it terrifies you more than anything.

“i miss you.” she says, the words barely audible. her gaze doesn’t waver.

your own breath catches in your throat. you want to collapse into her arms, break into tears, to tell her that you’ve missed her too, that you’ve been lost without her. but years of this tumultuous dance have taught you caution.

“what now?” you ask, your voice quiet.

she takes a step closer, her hand brushing yours. the contact is electric, a jolt that shoots through you. “i don’t know,” she admits, her eyes searching yours. “but i want… i want to try.”

and in that moment, looking up into her eyes, you realize that you would follow her anywhere, even to the edge of the world, even if you know you might fall. you know the cycle will probably continue, the arguments, the silences, the inevitable heartache. but you also know the joy, the passion, the moments of raw connection that only she can offer. you’re trapped in her gravity, and maybe that’s exactly where you belong.

so, you nod, your heart full of both hope and dread, and reach for her hand, ready to face the chaos yet again. the dance is set to begin anew, but this time, you are determined to change the steps. or at least, try.

[janesbeloved]

Toonville Adventures: The Aftermath doodles....eueueuuueu (finding frankie AU)

The Founder brothers: Franklin Jr "Boss" Rabbit & Frankie Rabbit ! Boss is the CEO of "Frankie's Cereal and Entertainment" while Frankie was the lead star of the Toonville show, but as the show faded to obscurity his role in the company became a bit of an uncertain one (though he doesn't want to let go of his spotlight as a star)

Lucky Fox (belongs to @perish-lolz ) is the new rising star in Frankie's Parkour Palace. He's all about sports, motivating kids and adults alike to chase their dreams, that everyone can be a winner! And Frankie hates that. Hates the guy, for he's more popular. Boss however is very fond of him.... grins smiles

—

Then there's the little family....Henry Hotline, an ex-star on the Toonville show, kept his place in the spotlight by being a talkshow host in the park. His show is quite successful, especially amongst the older guests. Jane is his assistant, but everyone with eyes could tell that they've been more than just co-workers for years. Eventually they have their daughter Celena (Cellie) and the cats out of thr bag by then..!

[spnbabe67]

Hold Me Tight and Don't Let Go

Kinktober Day 3: Make Up Sex (D.W)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, Canon level violence, Wounds, Mentions of blood, Descriptions of a panic attack.

Summary: In the aftermath of a hunt nearly gone wrong Dean tries to make amends with Tori

Word Count: 1542

Authors Note: This is my first entry for @jacklesversebingo 2024!

Prompt: "I know you're mad at me right now, but will a kiss change your mind?"

Taglist:

@zepskies

Dean had fucked up, he knew that. Tori didn’t speak to him the entire way back, not even making eye contact even though his head rested in her lap, Sam driving the Impala. Sam, bless his little brother, had tried to ease the tension by babbling on about how it could have been a lot worse, that Dean was lucky Sam had sunk the Demon Blade into the demon theyd been hunting before it had a chance to slash it’s own knife across Deans throat. It was a reckless move, Dean had distracted the demon who'd had Tori pinned to the wall by shooting it, which had an effect akin to a pebble thrown at an elephant; which is to say, it only made it mad.

But it was those could haves and what if's that had Tori deathly silent. Because what if Sam hadn't been in a position to gank the demon? What if she had to be supernaturally pinned to a wall while she watched her lovers throat be slit? We had a plan. We all knew the plan. Why couldn't he have just fucking stuck to it?

To her credit, Tori did help Dean out of the car, hand placement careful of his probably broken ribs, bruises and small scrapes he earned himself going toe to toe with the demon. She couldn't bring herself to look higher than his chest, because then she'd have to see the thin red line across his neck, still occasionally leaking blood if Dean swallowed too hard. Because if she did, Tori knew the steadily crumbling dam keeping all emotion at bay would come crashing down.

Sam looked like he was gonna say something as Tori and Dean ended up at their room, but must have thought better of it, instead continuing down the hall to his own room. Tori gingerly lowered Dean onto bed, warily eyeing him just in case he started to topple forward. Once she was sure he wasn't about to go ass over tit, Tori turned from the bed, washing her hands and retrieving the med kit from the medicine cabinet above the sink.

“Tori-”

“Stop talking.” Tori cut Dean off, dark brown eyes cutting to his. “Just,” she sighed. “Don't talk.”

She knew she could have been gentler about it, but Tori didn't have the patience to deal with Dean’s attempt at placating her frustration. Tori pulled her legs under her as she sat on the bed, picking out a couple squares of gauze and a cleaning agent, dousing the first one thoroughly. Unlike her tone of voice, Tori’s hands were gentle, carefully cleaning the shallow wound. She had to scrub a little to get rid of the trails of red that had dried as they dripped down the tan column of his throat but Dean had sat still for all of it, the only sign of discomfort was the occasional wince, the crinkling of skin around his mouth and his eyes.

Tori sighed as she placed the bandage, if you could call a strip of gauze and medical tape a bandage, across Dean's throat, her thumbs sweeping back and forth over the tape, the adhesive warming under her lovers skin. Both of them sat in the quiet, Tori unable to bring herself to look at Dean. Tori didn't flinch as she felt Dean's hand cup the side of her face, tilting her head until she had to meet his emerald gaze.

“Sweetheart-” Dean started again, his voice raspy, eyes searching her face.

“No.” Tori pulled away from Dean's touch, standing from the bed, running a hand over her head, the other planted on her hip. “You don’t get to give me excuses. You knew the fucking plan, you knew I was fine!”

Tori couldn't stop the tears from flowing this time, and she wasn't sure if they originated out of anger or shock caused by fear. Her chest ached, the empty pit in her stomach threatening to swallow her whole. All of a sudden she couldn't seem to catch her breath.

“We had a plan.” She repeated it to herself over and over. “I was in front of the trap. All he had to do was walk another two steps! But you.” Tori jabbed a finger towards Dean, hiccuping as she sucked in breaths. “I was fine! But you almost weren't.”

Her tears came in wracking sobs now, blurring her vision and coating her face but Tori couldn’t bring herself to care. The solid expanse of the door met her back and Tori felt her knees give, sliding all the way to the floor. Tori sobbed harder as she felt Dean's warmth envelope her, strong arms pulling her into him, his familar scent adding another layer of comfort as he stroked her head.

“Breathe, Sweetheart.” Dean murmured into her hair and he pressed kisses there, rocking her back and forth, having pulled her into his lap sideways. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

He ignored the way his ribs complained, hugging Tori tighter, holding her head to his chest. From there Tori could hear the strong and steady heartbeat under her ear. The even thumping of his heart echoed in her head, overriding the virus of terror flooding her system. Gradually her ragged and uneven breaths slowed, ever so often hitching as her body reregulated itself.

“I know you're mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?” Dean tipped her head back up.

Tori didn't deign to reply, instead just gripping his face and kissing him. It was equal parts soft and desperate, assuring herself that he was here, that the way his stubble scraped against her palms, the strands of his hair sliding between her fingers wasn't just a figment of her imagination. Dean ran his hand up and down her back and her sides, still in that comforting touch, the other worming its way into the plaits of her hair.

Head still hazy, Tori couldn't follow the avenues of how both of them managed to get off the floor, Dean laying her on the bed as if he wasn't the injured one. Somewhere along the way she'd lost her t-shirt, her flannel long gone during the hunt, Dean's shirt half off as Tori clawed at him to feel the unbroken skin beneath. Eventually that was removed too, tossed to the dark corners of their room.

Tori pulled Dean down atop her, needing to feel the weight of him. It wasn't enough. She needed to feel him inside her, needed to get as close to him as possible. Dean must have felt the same, aiding her in discarding his jeans and boxers. Dean’s mouth never left hers, his arms cradled her close to him as he gently pushed himself into her. He breathed in Tori's gasp at the fullness of him inside her, her nails digging into his back to steady herself. His forehead, beaded with sweat rested against hers as she hiked her legs higher up on his hips, sending him deeper into her.

Dean gingerly rocked his hips, sliding in and out of her as he swept his tongue across Tori’s bottom lip. Tori opened her mouth to him, her thighs wrapped around his waist as she moaned breathily each time his length bottomed out, that one veins along the top of his cock brushing against that sweet spot deep inside her. This slow, loving pace was a nice change to what had become their normal. By no means did they go fast and rough all the time, but this, this intimate and slow lovemaking was nice. Better than nice.

“I love you.” Tori mumbled it into his mouth, repeating it between long and sloppy kisses.

Dean propped himself up on one arm, only just enough to take in his lovers face, still red and puffy, tears still drying on her cheeks. His thumb trailed over her lip, swollen from their kisses. “I'm not going anywhere, my love. I'm right here. I'm sorry.”

Dean could see tears start to well back up in Tori's eyes before she pulled his mouth back to her, kissing him hard, ending the string of apologies falling from his lips. Tori could feel her orgasm slowly building, urged on by the hand Dean had snuck between their bodies to rub his thumb in small circles on her clit. Dean felt Tori clamp down on him, thighs gripping his waist as she came, swallowing her moans into his mouth, his own release not far behind.

Dean didn't bother pulling out of Tori, simply turning them both on their sides, Tori half over his torso. She shivered as his calloused fingers trailed up and down her sides, tracing the curve of her spine.

“I'm sorry.” Dean mumbled against her hairline, hugging her gently.

“What’s done is done.” Tori pressed a kiss to his chest, to that tattoo over his heart. “Just don't scare me like that again.”

“I’ll try.”

Tori huffed a puff of air out her nose, settling her head back over his heart, his heartbeat the last thing she heard before drifting off to sleep

[turbolezgooo]

Bro this outrage about CaitVi relationship in S2 is baseless

Come on. They started their adventure when they met in jail. There was already tension and attraction the moment they met but it was all swept aside because of their individual agenda (Finding a lost sister, proving themselves, saving people, etc). Everything started with some things unspoken. Every time bad things happened they never blamed each other. When Vi stopped Cait from shooting Jinx, Cait never said it was the wrong choice or that it was Vi's fault that her mom died. Cait came to Vi's arms and they held each other. Cait's suggestion for Vi to join the enforcers wasn't a fully thought-out delivery as she admitted later on but it was her offer to allow Vi to make choices when they went after her sister. Cait understood the importance of Jinx to Vi even after Jinx killed her mother. The only problem they had was that Vi wasn't ready to let go of her sister, but she trusted Cait to do what "needed" to be done. To take the step she never could. It was a deep and personal problem that Cait never took offense to and how could anyone?

Cait was upset after Vi stopped her from taking the shot again, but that wasn't really because she wanted Jinx dead. It was because she had unresolved grief. Sadness, anger, rebound relationships, burying herself in work- all telltale signs. While it was messed up for Vi to say what she said in the pit, Cait did reflect on how she was "acting more like Jinx". When Cait spoke with Singed, she understood how an act of love can seem "unspeakable" to others (like why Vi kept protecting Jinx even though she had killed Cait's mother and her adoptive family). On the other side of the coin. Vi laments everything she decides relating to her sister and literally beats herself up over the consequences along with what she said in the pit to Cait. She felt she had lost everything again because of her choices and what she said. Then Jinx, Vander, and Isha came back along-- she had another shot to save her family. When Singed walks out of the commune, it's actually pretty symbolic that Vi walks a similar path and ends up seeing Cait again. At this point, Cait already has some time to think about what happened between her and Vi. You could see there's the spark of passion and trust first before even a hint of resentment. In the aftermath of the commune, Vi is upset at Cait that Jinx is in prison but there's a lot to back up her reaction. She didn't trust Cait fully with her sister and father on the line because she didn't know if grief and Ambessa still had a hold on Cait. And of course, Vi's own experience of losing her family and imprisonment is a trigger. When all the cards were down, they held space for each other. Even though Cait still hated Jinx, she saw how Jinx wanted her sister safe. She didn't make the decision to put Jinx in prison, she didn't punish her, or make decisions without Vi. Although Vi should have responded better to Cait saying Jinx still needed to take responsibility, Cait needed to hear the echo of who she was- grounded and someone who does believe in people. Cait's and Jinx's interaction shows where Cait was moving towards. An understanding. A clearer picture of who Jinx really was and how she saw herself. How she wasn't the villain she thought she was. Why Vi keeps trying to save her over and over. The similarities between the two sisters. Cait and Vi both just needed time & space to get back to a mutual understanding of themselves and each other. Cait affirms her understanding and acceptance of Vi and her family by staging the breakout. Vi affirms that she understands and accepts whatever Cait does due to grief or clouded judgment. Nothing changed their feelings for each other. The jail scene is a culmination of their journey as individuals and as a couple. They come back to the start but now everything else that came in the way is gone. No responsibilities. Nothing to prove. All that's left are two women who've been through hell and came away with more understanding and love for each other. It wasn't out of place IMO.

I feel that the relationship was NOT underdeveloped or 'badly' written. You just need to understand unwavering love. If you've ever consumed sapphic content, ya'll have to really read between the lines and dig deep lmao. Everything ended with some things unspoken. That's just how sapphic content traditionally has been. Watch a Portrait of a Lady on Fire and write an essay or something. Do better. Be gayer.

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Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 3): General Bracket Match 11

Zeen Mrala | Identity: wlw | Media: The High Republic Phase I

Zeen Mrala was raised in the Elders of the Path cult, a religion which saw force-sensitivity as abhorrent. In a metaphor for being neurodivergent and/or queer, Zeen was force-sensitive, which was something she had to keep secret. When her planet was simultaneously affected by an Emergence and attacked by the Nihil, she was forced to use her powers to help the Jedi save her people. This caused her closest friend, Krix Kammerat, to feel betrayed, and he joined the Nihil. Unable to stay with the Path, she joined the Jedi of the Star Hopper, who agreed to train her as essentially a Jedi auxiliary even though she was too old to become a proper Jedi. She found it was much easier to make friends when she didn’t have to hide who she was, and easily found a family among the Padawans on the Star Hopper. She grew closest with the padawan Lula Talisola. She joined the Jedi in attempting to hunt down Krix, who was quickly growing in power within the Nihil. Through her Force connecting with Lula and the balancing of love and nonattatchment they were able to succeed. After Starlight Beacon was destroyed and Lula was declared missing, she swore she would do whatever it took to find her love.

When Zeen first confronted Krix after she decided to hunt him down, her anger at Krix’s reaction to his view of her powers drove her to Force choke him, only being held back by Lula. After further Jedi training, the next time she had Krix had her mercy she was able to resist his bait and didn’t harm him. She had come to terms that Krix had never really loved her if he couldn’t accept all of her. She took well to Jedi training, but never had any angst about not being allowed to become a proper Jedi. 

Sinjir Rath Velus | Identity: gay | Media: Aftermath Trilogy

Ignoring Moff Moors, Sinjir is tied with Esmelle and Shirene for being the first queer character in the New EU. And unlike those two, he is a major character. He was abused by his mother and then the ISB training process. An ISB loyalty officer, he was stationed on the Endor shield generator, where he nope-d out and attempted to become a regular civilian. An alcoholic, he found himself on Akiva, where he was pulled into helping Norra Wexley, her son Temmin, and the bounty hunter Jas Emari drive the Empire off the planet. Afterwards, he decided to make up for his time with the Empire by joining a New Republic war criminal hunting squad with the rest of the Aftermath novel’s ensemble cast. He began dating New Republic slicer Conder Kyl, but due to his alcoholism and trauma, their relationship was rocky. His team helped Han Solo in an unauthorized mission to liberate Kashyyyk. Afterwards, considering himself unworthy, he broke up with Conder. After the Liberation Day attacks, he joined Norra and her team in attempting to hunt down Rae Sloane. They tracked her to the planet Jakku, where the Imperial fleet was massing. After sending Norra, Jas, and Mister Bones down to the planet, Sinjir and Temmin returned to Chandrilla to convince the New Republic to launch an attack against Jakku. Sinjir got pulled into the political shenanigans necessary to get the resolution to pass, where he had to go crawling back to Conder and beg him for help. After Conder’s life was threatened in the process, Sinjir realized he couldn’t stay away from Conder. With his found family, he was able to become sober. He was recruited by Mon Mothma to become her aide. He and Conder got married after the end of the war.

Sinjir was snarky and cynical, in part as a defense mechanism and the result of his alcoholism. But even after he got better, he was still a silly guy. As a former loyalty officer, he was skilled in intrigue and intelligence, as well as self-defense. After a lifetime serving the Empire, even though he wanted to help the New Republic, he rankled at still just following what a government tells him to do- hence all the unauthorized missions. Mon Mothma recruited him because she needed a cynic and someone who could play the game. He was very close with Jas Emari, essentially platonic soulmates. 

[3-2-whump]

Laying Down the Law

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Idk if that title sounds right, but ‘establishing rules and expectations’ didn’t sound right either 🙃

And as always, the dialogue will be typed out below in case the handwriting is too messy to follow 👍🏼

TW/CW: slave whump, pet whump, minor whump (at time of flashback), threat of physical abuse, whump aftermath, recovery whump

Before

T: Recite the rules to me, boy.

K: Yes, Master. One–do not take up more space than I deserve; this means the furniture is off limits. Two–speak only when spoken to, and remain quiet when…when not spoken to. Tree–speak English only–

T: Three, Khaled, three.

K: Th-Thr…Tr… sorry, Master.

T: *sigh* Nevermind, continue

After

V: Rent is due the end of every month, if you don’t clearly label your food in the fridge or freezer then it’s fair game, we usually split the chores evenly amongst us so no one’s stuck doing most or all of the work, Eric needs the house quiet every Thursday, Sunday, and Tuesday night for his Twitch streams…

K: *desperately trying to remember it all on the first iteration*

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