#((oof it's been a Hot Sec))

[silverwolf1249]

No beta we die like...

Ok, I went through all of my bookmarks that mentioned "no beta", here's a list of the highlights(took out all of the no beta we die like *character(s) name* because the list got too long):

General/multi-fandom:

"no beta we die like mne" enough people mistyped that it became a tag lmao

subsequently people also tagged "no beta we grammar fail like mne" and "no beta we tpypo like mne"

"proof read/beta read" + "no regrets we live and die like my betas"

"no beta we die like...lmao y'all know who" + "no beta I'd rather fucking die" on the same fic series

"no beta we die like I did without ao3" i'm guessing this is when ao3 crashed for a hot sec or was under maintenance lol

"no beta we died like *character name*'s childhood" (ted lasso(jamie), bnha(todoroki), etc.)

"no beta we die like my will to follow any canon"

"no beta we die like my inability to stick to deadlines"

"no beta we die like my will to be a consistent writer"

"no beta we die like my potential"

"no beta we die like my mental state" man we all need therapy lol

variations of "no beta we die of sleep deprivation/die like my sleep schedule" etc.

"no beta we die like my faith in humanity" hilariously on a bakudeku social media crack fic

"no beta we die like my ap calc grade" I failed calc 2 in college, I relate

"no beta we die like i did this week because of exams" mood

"no beta we die like starving college students"

"no beta we die like dehydrated worms" creative and unexpected, j'adore

"no beta we die like things" ominous and vague, bravo

"no beta we die like *gunshot*" rip author

"no beta we die like my d&d character" may you roll 20s with your next one

"no beta we die like my rich husband" this was on a pjo fic and I have no idea what they mean lol

DC/Batman:

"no beta we die like the writers that made bruce an abusive piece of shit will when im done with them" mood, I'll provide the alibi

"no beta we die like dick did when jason told him his hairline was receding"

"no beta we die like bruce did last night" batman fic where he flatlined and got resuscitated in the fic oof

"no beta we die like bruces rep as a tough boi" brucie wayne my beloved

Marvel/Avengers:

"no beta we die by hotdogs" no idea what this means, i assume it might require context from the fic. I also bookmarked said fic back in like 2017, so I have no idea what it's about anymore

Hazbin Hotel:

"no beta we die like Lucifer's happiness" take that depression! oh wait... ):

"no beta we die like Niffty's sanity(if it ever existed in the first place)"

"It has been beta'ed so we don't have to die like Adam"

Miraculous Ladybug:

"no beta we die like gabriel's fashion sense" so true bestie, bro wore white on white on white and thought he ate. condom looking mf

Bleach:

"no beta we die like Ichigo's sense of security"

"no beta we (don't) die like our Lord and Savior Turtlehara"

"no beta we die like Aizen which is to say we only live to suffer" as he should

Boku no Hero Academia:

"no beta we die like the (wo)men kirishima wants us to be" heck yeah we do!

Haikyuu:

"no beta we die like NO ONE because people don't die in volleyball" and thank god for that

Case Closed/Magic Kaito:

"no beta we die like side characters" for those unaware, case closed is a mystery anime and usually at least one side character dies an episode. There are over 1000 episodes...

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint:

"no beta we die like [redacted]" an I oop

"no beta we die like these two fucking idiots" it's orv, you can prob guess which 2 lol

Trash of the Count's Family:

"no beta we die like Cale's slacker life" with how self sacrificial the guy is he stood no chance lol

Merlin:

"no beta we die like Albion in Season 5"

multiple variations of "no beta we die like literally every character in merlin like wtf bbc" RIP

Genshin:

"no beta we die like ascending to world level 6 with under leveled characters" felt this one in my soul

If you managed to read all the way here, let me know what your fav no beta I die like phrases are!

[visions--of--collisions]

for @its-just-a-glitch who requested 200 words of an active work-in-progress, here is an uh er um slightly longer than 200 words-preview of:

EXCERPT: let me ease your mind (chapter 3) • hobie/miles, post-canon, omegaverse; rated: e

Hobie’s bladder woke him a couple hours later, albeit not as many as he would’ve liked, if the darkness was anything to go by. He grunted and dragged his cheek against the pillow under his head.

Miles was warm in his arms, muscles twitching in his sleep. He’d backed up against Hobie at some point in the night, and Hobie had performed some kind of death roll to accommodate him, apparently; the blankets were a tight cocoon that would’ve been cozy as anything if Hobie weren’t worried about pissing himself. He eased his arm out from underneath Miles and wormed his way up into a half-sit. Hobie propped his weight on his elbow as a yawn seized him, squeezing tears out of his eyes. He wiped them away with his knuckles and leaned over to peer at Miles’ face.

His eyes were darting about under his eyelids as he dreamt, but his brow was relaxed enough. A sheen of that weirdly clean-smelling heat sweat limned Miles’ shoulders; he’d lost his shirt again, which wasn’t all that surprising. He wasn’t quite a furnace under Hobie, as he gingerly crawled over Miles, but that was probably because Hobie ran fairly hot himself. However many hours spent cozying up under bedsheets had to have warmed them both up, besides. 

He peered over at his alarm clock, which had just ticked past four. Hobie sighed and laid his brow on Miles’s shoulder. Five hours and change would do it, alright. A shame it hadn’t been more than that. He reminded himself it could be, if he extricated himself sooner, but when Hobie shifted to do just that a hand fisted in his shirt. Miles turned his head, ribs quaking with a noise that was part-grumble, part-keen, all-protest.

“M’here, Miles, shhh. You’re alright.” Hobie buried his face in the curve where Miles’ neck became his shoulder. The tendons beneath his skin stretched and strained against him as Miles raised his chin to expose them. He pried Miles’ hand free and tangled their fingers together, holding them against his chest to feel the vibrations as he purred. “Need the lav; go to sleep, yeah? Be back in a sec.”

He spent a long minute nosing at the pulse thrumming under Miles’ jaw before he squeezed Hobie’s hand and relaxed against the mattress. Hobie felt his sleepy, reciprocal purr more than he heard it; he bussed Miles’ temple and clambered out from underneath the covers, tucking them over Miles’ hand before he crept out of the room.

It was dark enough that even the thought of turning on the bathroom light made Hobie’s eyes sting. He flicked on the galley light instead, and left the bathroom door open wide enough that he could see where he was aiming. After he’d flushed and washed his hands, Hobie shuffled back into the kitchen with his eyes mostly-closed to wet his suddenly-parched throat. As he was leaving his glass in the sink, the empty cooking pot on the draining board snagged his attention. Hobie thought for a minute, squinting in the direction of the fridge. He dug out some chicken breasts and half a pound of sausages and left them to defrost before he turned off the light and retreated back to bed.

The change in Miles’ scent was obvious, with the bedroom door shut behind him. Hobie crawled back into the nest as quietly as he could. Miles was turned away from him, hugging one of the spare pillows to his chest, but he wasn’t sleeping deep enough that he didn’t notice Hobie’s arrival. He’d barely settled his head on the pillow before Miles had backed up into him, his shoulder blades two hard, sharp points through Hobie’s thin shirt.

“Oof! Easy,” Hobie entreated, the surprised laughter huffing out of him. Miles’ only response was to continue shuffling until their lower halves were aligned to his satisfaction, and then to keep right on going. Hobie took the hint and got his arms around him, squeezing tight enough it made them both grunt. Miles writhed like he was trying to get free before he went lax, purring deep in his throat. His eyes were pleased slits in the darkness, when he rolled his head back.

Hobie could feel him rocking against the pillow he was still clutching at. The high, quiet noise Miles made when he tightened his arms left Hobie swallowing through a sudden thickness in his throat. He groaned under his breath and wet his lips. “Miles. Oi,” he mumbled. Hobie squeezed him again all when he got in response was a vague murmur and a brazen non-cessation of pillow-fucking. He bent his head to speak into Miles’ ear. “D’you need a minute? Where’s your stuff?”

The purring stopped. “I’m ��” Miles croaked. “S’under the bed.” The almost-sweetness of the sweat on his temple didn’t quite distract Hobie from the way his hips kept moving. He was tempted to nudge a thigh between Miles’ legs. Instead, he pushed himself up and twisted around to grope about among the peripherals.

The leather satchel was lying on its side behind a discarded shirt; Hobie found the handles and dragged it out. He hefted it up onto the bed and turned to find Miles lying on his front, the pillow trapped underneath him. He turned his face away when Hobie met his eyes. “Man … You just got back in bed.”

Hobie reached over to rub his back. “Allow that. Couch is already set up and all; I’ll be cotched.” There was a damp spot starting on the back of Miles’ shorts, visible even in the gloom. He pulled the blankets up over it, arranging them around Miles’ shoulders. “Wake us when you’re done. If you ain’t out like a light after,” Hobie added, nudging him.

Miles didn’t answer right away. He’d stopped moving, finally; his face was buried in Hobie’s sateen pillowcase. If he didn’t know Miles better than that, he might’ve thought he was sulking. Hobie sighed through his nose. “I can’t stay if we ain’t talked it out first, mate,” he said, quietly.

Miles turned his head, settling his cheek against the pillow. His face was flushed, the corners of his mouth down-turned. “I know,” he mumbled. “Sorr–”

“Boy, if you say sorry …!” Hobie shoved his shoulder lightly, jokingly mean-mugging at him from a few inches away. Miles swallowed, noisily. Hobie kneaded his back again. “Ask me later,” he offered.

Miles looked at him with dark eyes. “What’ll you do?” he murmured. When Hobie just stared at him, he added, “If I say ‘sorry.’ What are you gonna do?”

“I …!” The surprise and delight winded him for a second, filling up his throat. Unable to speak, Hobie pressed his teeth into Miles’ shoulder, blankets and all. The purring had started up again; a thin vibration he could feel right through the layers. Hobie shoved himself off the bed, feeling a bit like a fish that had managed to escape its hook. “I am gonna leave this room like I said I would!” he declared. He fished a piece of blanket fuzz out of his mouth as discreetly as he could. Hobie glanced at the empty space next to his alarm clock and hesitated. “D’you need water?”

“I don’t need water,” Miles hummed. The blankets shifted as he moved underneath them.

“Okay, alright,” Hobie scoffed, playing at disapproving while something not far removed from glee filled his lungs like smoke. He snatched his patched dressing gown out of the nest and reached down to scruff the back of Miles’ neck. “There's fresh batteries in the inside pocket. Be good,” Hobie said, and walked out before Miles’ breath could even.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[baronaliswritingcorner]

TOS Replay Stray Thoughts No. 4 (Luin/Asgard/Balacruf Mausoleum)

-“I’ve read nothing but books in angelic language since I was a child” Oof, the religious propaganda runs deep. I wonder how left out Colette felt?

-wait Kratos how do you know the angelic languagohhhhhhhhhhhhh 

-Mmmmm yeah listen to the Luin music sing. “Water symphony”, indeed!

-Ever notice how Asgard doesn’t have a fence? Like, it's on a cliff -- that's a public health hazard if I've ever seen one. Y'all so preoccupied with your tourism and open half-elf discrimination while there's a lawsuit waiting to happen. Get on that!

-One thing Tales of Symphonia does really well is how lived-in and handcrafted the house interiors are, with Asgard and Luin being particular standouts. Just look at the story Harley's house tells! You don’t see this sort of detail in modern Tales anymore...

-The Asgard Human Ranch…but it doesn’t have any relationship with Asgard. Hmm. Shoulda been Luin Human Ranch.

-I don't dabble into customization/spending GRADE *too* much, so I always forget how cost-effective it is. Managing Tales of Symphonia’s economy is fun.

-“There are hardly any trace of the ancient civilization left. It’s almost as if they were intentionally erased by someone.”

HMMMM. Cruxis??? But why would they care about the Balacruf Dynasty? Kinda wish we knew more about that. 

-There's this whole flying dragon business that's always talked about, but almost never seen aside from Hima. I wanna see how that works.

On that note, what's with how one Asgard dragon looks totally different? He's a cutie.

-“Aisha was chosen for the sacrifice because she associates with that half-elf."

Y E E S H.

-The background of the Asgard dais is purty.

-Y’all, Linar. Why do you keep rubbing your head in embarrassment like that. You're gonna shave all your hair off if you go any faster.

-That dais bomb disbarment scene is peak TOS comedy with how Raine keeps beating up that one dude. Also, sudden Lloyd bomb disarment skills.

-That scene when Harley almost gives away their half-elf identities 😬😬😬 The way the Asgard elder and his assistants giving Genis those looks says it all -- poor guy must've been terrified.

(By the way, I don’t remember if they fixed this in the ports, but did you notice Secret of the blue sky plays veeeeeeeeery faintly here? I know that’s a song associated with half-elf discrimination, but I think the wind howling speaks for itself.)

-“that monster with a giant f*cking blade for an appendage and demanding virgin sacrifices was a problem but Harley merely existing and minding his own business is a way bigger issue”.

Lady. Chill. Leave your racism by the door.

-“Well, he’s not causing any problems by being a half-elf but-” YES. YOU’RE THIS CLOSE TO GETTING IT.

-“My sister got a new fan!” *gets smacked*

okay

-“The location of the next Summon Spirit is the next seal.”

yes, I would think that's obvious

-“I’m a little scared, but you’re with me, so it’ll be okay, right?”

“Yeah, leave it to me!”

HHNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH COLLOYD!!!!!

-man Fatalize is such a cool song. I wish it played more.

-look at Lloyd’s arm clipping through Colette’s when she falls down

-how did Colette’s hand bleed that much from falling down

-“Colette, can I talk to you for a sec?” 

oh

oh, here it comes 

“I thought it’d be nice for us to talk just by ourselves” 

The line, it’s coming…! 

“Here, it’s hot coffee.” 

HE��S GONNA SAY IT! 

“Hot, isn’t it?” 

ANY MOMENT NOW 

“It’s actually iced coffee.”

BRACE YOURSELVES

“I lied. It’s actually hot.”

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 

-Memes aside, how about that scene? Peak Colloyd. Colette’s trying her absolute hardest to downplay her trauma for Lloyd's sake (“But my eyes have gotten better!”) even though anyone paying attention can see she can't even convince herself ("I've gotten so good at hearing that...it's painful") and Lloyd just stops and hugs her in the middle of it and apologizes for everything…and she can’t even feel it! SHE CAN'T EVEN CRY!!! AAAAGGGHHHH

The bond they share goes beyond the senses!!! IT'S TRUE LOVE

[reviiely]

Fic Writer Review

Many thanks to @kings-highway for the tag! I haven't done one of these in a hot sec :P

More under the cut:

"How many works do you have on ao3?"

Well. In total, the number is 56. Five are from the account that shall not be named and 51 are from my main one. I only have 16 Haikyuu works but hey, I started like five months ago and that's already pretty good in my standards.

"Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes?"

Oof. I've been writing for marvel for ages but the top spot is a Haikyuu fic.

a chemical change in the brain- 271 kudos

this was my second Haikyuu fic on my main and the reception to it was so lovely and it really made me want to continue writing for this fandom because everyone was so so sweet

2. The World We Knew (Over and Over)- 261 kudos

one of my favourite ones that I've written and the longest running project I've ever attempted to write and it took such a ridiculous amount of time like tell me how I managed to write 2k+ chapters PER DAY while going to school and replying to all the comments and not wanting to give up like wow did this plotline have a grip on me

3. 7 Minutes In Heaven- 242 kudos

aha the... the fic that made me contemplate never making out with anyone ever seriously and I really think I might just... never do it because the way I described their tongues touching each other... shudders and shivers down my spine... it was an absolute nightmare to write but everyone was really nice and I got a new friend out of it so

4. pretty- 221 kudos

my one and only kuroken centric fic and it's like my third haikyuu fic ever and maybe it's just because I posted them in the summer but they were up there pretty quick actually but I don't have much to say about this one lol

5. "Tell me where it hurts."- 202 kudos

ahhhh the fic that started it all. literally the fic that made me begin my sunglasses series that I've heard praised so much and made me fall in love with writing all over again

"Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?"

Yes! Because I have no life and I love talking to people. Also I didn't used to but once I started writing more consistently, I also started replying more consistently. Mostly for sunglasses and the other stories. It really helped that I had returning commenters lol.

"What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?"

Uhhhhhhh. Ummmm. I guess it would have to be Out of Time or The Next Big Thing because those are both MCD, but both aren't angst angst I don't think? Out of Time's ending is technically a happy flashback and The Next Big Thing is a canon death but from the perspective of different characters after being twisted by my au... I guess it's up to the readers lol. I don't usually write angst but (shameless advertising) I'm writing this Iwaoi fic where some death happens and that counts as angst, right?

"What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?"

Shit y'all, all of my fics have happy endings (sans the MCDs)(one is an AU of an AU that I wrote to appease a fan and the other one gets brought back to life and gets together with his crush so like)... I don't know. My kagehina maybe. 7MIH. Take your pick. All of my Haikyuu fics have happy endings I think. My marvel stuff is a little iffy but I wouldn't read them anyway just for quality reasons.

"Do you write crossovers?"

Uhhhhhh... (checks my fandoms) no. Unfortunately, my brain doens't like to imagine cross-media (aka novel to tv series for example) crossovers and the ones that I could cross over already have too much going on (marvel). And generally... I don't really wanna.

"Have you ever received hate on a fic?"

Not that I know of. I've had spam comments and 'pls continue' comments but everyone in my works are pretty well-behaved and none of the fandoms I write for are active enough to be angry.

"Do you write smut? If so, what kind?"

... Looks away in minor...

................. yeah but just to be funny................... so crack... i guess.................

"Have you ever had a fic stolen?"

I've seen my stuff on random fic platforms but idk I don't care. Attention is attention and any publicity is good publicity or whatever.

"Have you ever had a fic translated?"

Nope but I've gotten comments in different languages once or twice that I had to put into google translate so I can respond exactly the same way as I do every single time!

"Have you ever co-written a fic before?"

Yes! One with my dear friend Anna a long time ago that we just kinda abandoned that I actually almost forgot about. And I'm listed as a co-creator on altruist but that's only cause I like formatting and I get a rush when I'm posting things.

"What’s your all-time favourite ship?"

Uhhhhhhh... daisuga...? They're the safest option to read usually and I'm more into them than most of the other ships I read (sorry to everyone who knows me from marvel but I don't read much from there and I haven't read much ushiten because I haven't been reading anything lately anyway)

"What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?"

Either the Funny Thing About Hope or Ushijima Wakatoshi Is Not Invincible. Planning both of those were so fun but my god I have not been able to get back into writing them. And also my aos rewrite but at least that one has a nice clean ending. Y'all can pretend that Wonderful World doesn't exist.

"What are your writing strengths?"

I talk a lot about nothing! But formatting, mostly.

"What are your writing weaknesses?"

I'd make a self-deprecating joke and say everything but I wanna be honest and say that it's probably anything physical whether it be the kissy-kissies or a fight scene. And volleyball matches, can't forget those.

"What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?"

I come from a writing background of Harry Potter fanfic so usually italics is fine for me. When I was younger and writing for Marvel (which was primarily Natasha Romanoff, featuring her fluency in multiple languages), I usually used italics and the script that google translate gave me, not the romanized version. Now that I'm older and having written for Haikyuu, I think it depends on who's saying it/ the perspective it's in. If I was writing in Peter Parker's pov and Natasha Romanoff said something in Russian, I wouldn't say what she said. I'd just say 'she muttered something in russian' or something like that. People can do what they want though and unless it's an important plot device I don't really care how I or anyone does it.

"What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?"

I was actually talking about this with a new friend of mine today! I want to write for Kyouhaba someday. They're so cute and I haven't been able to because I've been on a block and I gave my one idea for them to Iwaoi so. Yeah.

"What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?"

I don't remember writing most of my fics. Or any of them. Even as I check the list, I draw blanks. Whose fics are these? Not mine. I've never seen these fics ever in my life.

That being said, I really liked writing Dictionary, even if it's one of the darker things I've written. I also really liked writing to build a home because 1) that was a gift to my darling friend Val and 2) it was so cute and fluffy and daisuga and just asdfghjkdhsh

That also being said, I have high hopes for this iwaoi fic so maybe if I end up writing and finishing it, maybe it'll be my actual favourite lol

Thanks for the tag, and the next people I'm roping into this are: @bubbletealife, @sleepyricee, and internet wine aunt @gammacousin (sorry for the random tag lol)

[the-sayuri-rin]

Go on tiktok for a hot sec and the first thing I saw was a hsr 2.0 story leak oof I don't even play the game anymore but at least I won't be shocked by what happens if it trends all over the place. At least it's not more of what's been happening on twitter lol

[castle-dominion]

c4x19 47 seconds

The protest bomb ep

heck yeah! Let's go protestors! Mum & lil bro thought this was an episode of Arrow at first

She's lucky there are no swears

Cool how he kno-- wait ringo was the drummer for the beatles, not this guy's name

She got anxious there bc the filming was just a bit later than she expected bc of the drummer

heck yeah!

FUCK NO

Love how the camera one was shocked for a sec but immediately started filming again

"if you've just tuned in" girl it has been like three seconds since the explosion & six seconds since you went live

Ah, her face, she did not expect people to be injured

Oof all these injured people here.

wait is that the mime? Poor fellow there.

there is still fire here?

five dead is a LOT... 28 injured, depending how bad they might still die. Why was it so bright earlier & now so dark?

Good on her, no comment, deal with press relations

Did she somewho she recognized?

Ooh the music today.

She actually listens to someone tell her she, nypd, is not allowed to enter the crime scene, which is under control of the fbi? Wowie.

I hope they get both lanie & perlmutter (& possibly slaughter's mortician girl & alexis) here looking at bodies.

Castle looks so shocked & sad.

Ok on the outfits, castle is wearing typical castle garb & looks hot as always, beckett has a nice grey turtleneck, ryan & esposito have coats & I can't see them v well rn but I like their coats & outfits rn so yeah. grey detective-looking jacket for ryan, black collar-up for espt it looks like. I'll give another update later.

Could still be a suicide bomber but with like a briefcase bomb not a vest bomb. Also who is your medic friend? I need character names & faces!

VG, someone whom I actually respect: Listen up, people! We're still piecing together what happened here, but what I can tell you – FBI and Homeland Security will be taking point on this investigation. [Beckett looks disappointed & esposito & ryan kind of follow suit.] NYPD will act in a support capacity. Our first assignment is to determine if any of the victims were targeted because of their involvement in the protest. Uniforms are bringing families to the precinct as we speak, so…let's go hold some hands and do our jobs.

"To sin by silence when we should protest makes…cowards of men."

Heck man, look at ryan's jacket! Squares!

Dang, they were tourists..? That's honestly rly sad. & they were planning on starting a family...

[04:03, INT. PRECINCT, BREAK ROOM - DAY]

[Castle stares out the window ((btw wearing a leather dress jacket)); Beckett approaches him from behind.] ((he is not interviewing anyone, he is not excited over the case... this is something))

KB: You good?

RC: Yeah. Yeah, it's just this case, you know? It kind of gets to you. How'd it go with the rest of the families?

KB: Um, one victim was the first kid in his family to go to college, and the other was a mother of two, so… about like you'd expect. No one seems to have been targeted, though. ((How many people? We have the recruiter, the tourist, the college student, & the mom. that is only 4, who is the other dead victim?))

RC: So their deaths were random. You know, most of our victims they…they die for a reason. You know, there's a logic behind it. It's a twisted logic at times, but…at least it makes some kind of sense.

KB: Yeah, but in this case, these people were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

RC: And their future and all their plans, everything is just gone in a flash. ((pUNintended))

[Beckett and Castle gaze at one another.]

KB: It makes you think about all those things in your own life that you don't want to put off anymore.

[Castle's mouth opens as he takes Beckett's meaning. Esposito enters, interrupting their confession of love.]

he says "troops" & I thought that was a colloquial term, just smth he said abt ppl congregating, but it could be actually the term for them.

I love how they show a clip of the bomb going off there. Good choice by the editor or whoever made that choice. I can't see it v well though & Ithought slowing it down I might be able to see more of it

OK SO: the reason I got into unus annus was bc during the protests in what, april, possibly may of 2020, I saw protest information including what it was like to get pepper sprayed, I saw the unus annus pepper spray video. Pepper spray sucks. They say to use milk but water is better (tho an acidic dairy product might help), however, be sure to wash AWAY from your eyes.

I bring this up because the fbi recovered a photo from one of the protestor's phones.

Do Not take photos! Don't include faces! Cover up any scars or tattoos, wear nondescript clothes. Turn off your phone's GPS, data, & wifi. In fact, turn off your phone entirely, only turn it on if you need to make an emergency call.

If a pig throws in a can of tear gas, you can cover it with a pylon & douse it with water.

Do Not wear suction swim goggles, if you get hit with a rubber bullet or even just thrown to the ground too hard, you can pop out an eye.

If you wear contact lenses: do not wear them if there is a risk of tear gas or pepper spray.

If you wear glasses: only wear them if you really need them, try to wear the most nondescript frames you have.

If you use mobility aides, use the nondescript ones, not the cane you personalized with stickers. If you use a wheelchair but can also use a walker/rollator, go for the rollator. You can still sit on it if you need to, but it is safer. If you do use a wheelchair, cover up the logo & anything you did to personalize it. I highly recommend using push-handle spikes to prevent people from moving you without consent. Hell on wheels is a business that sells them suited for your needs. You can get a pair that can be removed easily if you do need someone to push. Be aware, if rubber bullets are a risk, your mobility aid could be damaged.

& I repeat, do not take photos of protestors, I know it was a "good" thing in castle, but usually if the feds want photos of a protestor's phone, it is not good.

My question is though: why did they take a pic of where the bomb would have been?

47 seconds is a short zone, usually you have like a two hour kill zone

lots of names on the list wow.

Love the diagram on the board!

How did they get the names of all the ppl there tho? The injured ones maybe, but the ones who were just there? They would have run, they would refuse to give their names to pigs.

Holy moly only on the second intro rn! I have to go to work in an hour & a half!

Corinne: Do I look like I'm in the 99 percent?

Me: Uh, kind of. Do you have over 11 100 000 dollars?

Flashbacks are a good decision for this kind of stationary episode. (lol, really is stationary, they are in the station.) Like, even Castle is technically not in the top 1%, his net worth is like 4mil. There is a difference between rich-because-I-work-36-hour-shifts-as-a-surgeon-but-I-never-get-to-enjoy-my-mansion-because-I'm-at-work-all-the-time, inheritance-rich, rich-because-I'm-an-author-&-not-the-starving-artist-kind, & rich-because-I-commit-massive-wage-theft-on-all-the-employees-beneath-me. Now of course you can be hella rich, but the top 1% is about three standard deviations away from the mean. ofc statistics are probs wrong here. there is a wage GAP, not a nice bell curve. Anyway, you probably ARE within the 99%, just the rich side of it.

Good guy wearing a gas mask. There's the hoodie guy. There's the drummer.

Oh & btw you can LOOK at stuff online & buy them irl or vice versa. When buying my knives, I was told to go to a knife shop & test out the ones they had, find what I liked, & then buy it cheap online.

Box guy, "that's mine," spilled coffee

If he was carrying a bomb of course he'd look nervous & sweaty. Just like how the other dirty bomb the guy was calm bc he didn't know it was a bomb.

WEST SIDE WALLY! THE MAN IS BACK! Westside is one of my fave recurring characters.

(espt why do you look so weird when he says to call him westside.)

Johnny Law lmao

Love his sign. Will work protest for food. He is The Best.

Beethoven?

JE: Stop. Let me understand this. You…you saw Beethoven, [Ryan looks to the side on concern] the composer who's been dead for 200 years, in the plaza this afternoon?

WSW: Oh, yeah. And I bet that half-dead bastard is behind all this.

[Ryan clears his throat.]

KR: West Side, are you on any medications of any kind?

WSW: I don't see how that's relevant.

it's probably that he is NOT on medication lol. or hungry & dehydrated.

Man looks familiar. I swear tho, he's going to be real, not just west side's imagination.

You know, westside would look really good if they trimmed his beard, he's a really good looking actor.

Oh no, not more bomb threats...

RC: It's like trying to find Waldo in a sea of Waldos.

prioritizing interviews is a great idea.

RC: You know, the witnesses that were closest to the bomb aren't on our list. ((oof he right))

KB: *looks at him to continue*

RC: Maybe dead men do tell tales.

Jesse Freidman? More like Jesse fried-man eyo! Sorry that was distasteful. He wasn't even fried, he died in an explosion from blunt force trauma, not the fire of the explosion.

Oh poor alexis.

Except that Dr Parish said alexis needed to get stuff done. Lanie might say the same thing but Dr Parish said to get the personal effects done. You should at least talk to the staff & ask if you can take her home & let beckett know you're taking alexis home & staying, not talking to alexis for a minute like you implied when you said you needed a minute.

K but the film clips don't seem like they were what they were at the beginning of the episode

MR: Honey, do you ever wonder why I never visited you at the precinct the first year you were working there?

RC: I always thought it was because of the harsh lighting.

MR: (chuckles) Well, that was a consideration. No, I thought if I—if I saw you acting like a cop, I'd start thinking of you as a cop, and I just…whew. That—that brought on all manner of nightmares.

RC: How did you get over it?

MR: Eventually, you realize, your children are gonna make choices you don't like. Just a fact of life. ((this made my mom hug me so tight))

RC: Well, if the bombing proves anything, it's that bad things can happen no matter what you do. Nobody's tomorrow is guaranteed.

((In Cree the word for tomorrow is "IF the sun rises tomorrow" which implies that we don't KNOW that the sun will rise tomorrow, we just have FAITH that it will. wapaki. Edit: see the rest of this comment after the quote))

[Martha raises her eyebrows.]

MR: So…how do you plan to act on this realization?

RC: What do you mean?

MR: Oh, you know what I mean. Richard, how much longer are you gonna drag your heels before you tell Beckett how you feel?

[Castle shifts uncomfortably.]

MR: And I mean, while she is awake, not lying on the ground with a bullet in her chest.

((Wapaki comment, continued: I actually spell it wapaké bc that's how I was initially taught to pronounce it but other ppl say wapagi bc in cree k/g, t/d, n/ng, p/b, s/sh, & ts/ch are all both kind of considered the same. Ojibwe has different spellings but similar words: pimohte means walk, bimo'tee I think is it in ojibwe, & ojibwe is an anishinabe language so I saw an anishinabe word that meant "walk in a good way" & at first I didn't understand a thing, but then I saw the relation to the ojibwe word & I related it back to Cree. Languages are so cool. You know, I thought celtic languages would be removed from romance languages, I thought they might have a bit of german influence, but slainta means health in gaelgie (irish gaelic) & sante is health in french. That's the only relation I can remember rn but I think there was one more that I learned of recently.))

Martha is so right. I love her with all mu heart.

they are in LOVE!

RYAN NO YOU ALSO INTERRUPTED THEIR LOVE CONFESSION ACH (at least ryan is pretty)

castle it cannot wait until after the case, you never know if you have a tomorrow

This is why you turn off your gps.

That is a damn good friend!

Where did they get the audio from?

Andrew Haynes

I don't think he's planning on bombing you.

*just eating their food*

lmao he probably is not even in the 1%

She's making buddy buddy with him.

*all close to her*

lmao I hate him. Most of these people HAVE jobs, they just are still poor bc the wage is stupid. Besides, SOMEONE has to mop floors & wipe tables, who is going to do that job? They still deserve to live. Covid taught us which jobs are actually essential. Factory jobs, cashiers, medical professionals (including people like porters & janitors)

That's freidman, right? Who turned around Haynes?

Man this guy is so dumb.

& the longer you go, the more they forget & witness accounts get scrumbly.

The drummer <3 as a busker, I really respect him.

Well he's probably infamous, like that guy who plays the drum while on a skateboard in the city nearby. Everyone knows him. If he was drumming near the protest, he is probably going to be at the next protest.

I really respect him, not wanting to say anything. "I gave the wrong answer?"

Haynes should TOTALLY remain in custody.

VG: Not you Mr Castle, I have a special task for you

Me: "get out of my investigation?"

VG: I'mma get u to speedread

She actually thinks he has value uwu.

"no I'm not" she says & Iove her

ALEXIS' CHOCCY CHIP PANCAKES

Well he also does it bc he's in love with beckett

Well… they say genius… skips a generation WOW THAT'S--

Apparently, so does funny.

"Hey bobby" he says with a GUN

holy crap I need to take a pic of ryan's outfit

Man's an early greying bro.

Castle is back with COFFEE

"& I missed it?"

Castle acab moments

OH NO SHE'S NOW REVEALING THE TRAUMA THING.

Girl you can NOT remember every second of it. Different people have different reactions. Plus, at what point do you not remember?

& castle talks to her to himself

Talking to his mom. They have such a great relationship.

Maybe she didn't say anything bc she has that wall in her or bc she doesn't remember as much as she thinks

(But also bro you can't remember all of it, at what point do you not remember? Do you remember the surgery? No, they put you under. Do you remember every second of the shot & falling to the ground & that means "Every second of IT" it meaning the shot & nothing after.)

He's right. It is about MORE than books, more than HER even.

You can redirect love... & also he has worked with her for YEARS but he was pining with hope, not pining hopelessly

Castle you're communicating like a girl. You say these double entendres & half expect her to understand that you were watching.

There are only so many garage door opener frequencies out there so sometimes in big parking lots or alleys you can beep your car or try your garage door opened & someone else's will open.

*Tosses evidence bags FULL of that stuff*

He's a pickpocket?? I mean sexy ig but bro you're preying on OTHER POOR PEOPLE

The beethoven

& THEN THE MUSIC CHANGES LIKE THAT SO GOOD

Oh he has so much guilt bc he didn't mean to bomb anyone

WHY did they show freidman's photo? maybe bc he was the closest so he was chasing the backpack

RC: And since he placed the bomb between two dumpsters…

KB: He didn't think that anyone would get hurt. Then Bobby stole the backpack.

chronology!

"haranguing"

"business opportunity" lmao

How do they know it was seconds? Right they had his phone records w/o the ophone

Hold on, Westside knows that this is beethoven's 5th?

She called HIM? when?

Except when did SHE call HIM?

it was NOT the best vantage tho bc it exploded in a different place?

Except she would have had to continue reporting, she didn't just pop in for a few seconds, blow the bomb, then run to the storm drain

She KNOWS he's talking to HER but she DOUBTS it

Music recall & she gives congrats

captions said holler, sounded like he may have said yell. Does that mean he'll call her later?

LOVE HEARTBREAK GAACK

as always, thank you livejournal transcript https://scriptline.livejournal.com/64171.html

[pctaldrunk]

Palm presses ABRUPTLY over vibrating strings, the sound stopping immediately after - and she looks up from her instrument like a startled deer, little face dyed RED. "...Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was...around...” The red deepens, and she chews her lip. Of course, it’s the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT - who’d be around? Except then, she’s also playing guqin in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night - equally infuriating, since she could be waking everyone up. Or perhaps she might be suspected of more nefarious actions - like charming everyone again in their sleep, or something to that effect. “...I just - I don’t really know what to do, anymore, with...everything,” Explains, voice small. She’d calmed and put the littler ones who call her shijie to bed quickly, and left the adults to their quiet crying and discussions of where to go next - if their sect is even still a sect, how to go on after everything’s happened, what the rest of the cultivation world will do about them. She’s been - well-shielded, from the politics between sects. All she’s known her whole life is only the music. “So I came out here to clear my head. Um, musical exercises help me think, so. I promise I’m not doing anything bad.”

@achromaticstars​ liked for a starter !   feat.   idk one of the  m.dzs muses <3

[transhoverfish]

doodle page from memory bc i couldn't sleep <3

[image description: a black and white group of scribbled drawings with messy lineart, all of characters and creatures from the subnautica series. from left to right, top to bottom: bart torgal, marguerit maida, paul torgal, a hoverfish, a peeper, a stalker, a spadefish, and al-an. they're all bust-shots, except for the hoverfish, peeper, and spadefish, which are fully visible. /end id.]

[seekingthestars]

FROGGY CHAIR

[astrocassette]

there’s no need to fear. no one bears you ill will.

[angelic-guardienne]

Gladio + s/o with thick hair hc

I’m black. I have thick hair. I love Gladio. I’ve been meaning to write these headcanons for a good while, but never felt... qualified enough, in a weird way. I’ve had my hair natural for about a year now (I can’t believe it’s been that long, wow) and I still don’t feel like I’m knowledgeable enough to write these, because there’s still so much for me to learn. 

Still. Even if I’m certainly still learning the hows and whys of my hair, I wanted to write these. Took a solid month of time, and it definitely didn’t cover everything about the Experience (TM), but that’s mostly because I haven’t experienced it myself. Namely, anything with heat because heat damage was the reason I chopped off my hair and went natural, haha. 

Buuuut that’s enough from me. I want to get this posted before I have to start getting ready for work, so. Without further ado, here are the headcanons!

Tagging: @blindedstarlight @crazykruemel @ponkita @tales-of-a-fallen-star @valkyrieofardyn @insomniacapples @kawaiinekorose @glacian-apocalypse @honey-your-bee-puns-sting @neo-queen-alinity @singergurl91 @jaysfandomcorner @commitmentroses @linxsa99 @sakuraangel1 @tiniestofqueens @bestchocobois @magictactic200

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Gladio absolutely adores your natural hair. Whether it’s curlier or wavier (or both if you’re like me and have mixed curl patterns rip), he adores it

He’s always kinda sad when you put it up or straighten it, he loves it more when you just wear it down and out and b i g

(though that being said, it’s not that he doesn’t love the other hairstyles, he just loves it more when your hair is out. that’s his favorite style, he loves seeing you embrace your natural self)

He wishes his hair could do the things that yours can do

(he jokingly says he might get a perm and you have to shut that down in an instant cause lord knows that man has zero impulse control)

On those days where your hair just won’t cooperate, he’s defo there to lend a helping hand (once he learns how to handle your hair, of course. as soon as he’s trusted with it, he loves loves loves helping you with it)

If you’re anything like me you’ve got an army of hair products and Gladio just l o v e s the way they all smell

Sometimes you’ll catch him in your products and you’re like “what do you need curl defining cream for, huh?” and he’s just like “it smells like you” and you can get mad at him but can you really when he says stuff like that

Speaking of, he steals all of your leave-in conditioner, all the time

If you let him play in your hair, his favorite thing to do is pull on a little curl and let it go and watch it bounce back into place

It makes him giggle like a child

One time he tried running his fingers through your hair and he was actually stuck (it’d been a while since you detangled it)

Speaking of “detangling,” he tries his best to learn all the terminology 

One time he falls asleep with a book about different hair types and their care routines open in his hands. it was the cutest image ever. you took a picture and made it your lockscreen

He will eagerly sit down and watch hair tutorials with you. In case you can’t do your own hair (or don’t want to) he wants to be able to help. Besides, it’s genuinely interesting to him that you can do so many different styles with your hair

(Again, he wants to try it on his own hair but it just doesn’t hold the same)

But yeah so he can’t run his fingers through your hair and at first he was a little sad about it but once he got used to the idea, he was just like “I can’t run my fingers through it but have you felt how soft it is?”

He's… obsessed with how soft your hair can get

he's obsessed with you (and your hair!) in general but yanno

It took him a minute to really truly understand the concept of shrinkage, so if your hair was straight when you met him, when he sees it natural he's like "oh man did you cut your hair? looks nice" and you have to explain it to him

Sometimes when he wants to surprise you, he'll pick up some hair products that you'd been longingly staring at (you couldn't get them yourself since they were outside of your price range at the time) 

Whenever you decide to get some stuff to try a hair mask or do some deep conditioning, you bet he’s right there beside you wanting to try it as well. You’ll have to make twice as much cause he’s a little heavy handed

Speaking of him being heavy-handed, you have to tell him to chill out when he’s doing your hair because even though he sometimes buys your products for you, they’re still not cheap and you’d like them to last a little longer

If y’all are showering together and you’re washing your hair, when you’re doing something a certain way he’ll ask why and then he gets a mini-lesson in the shower (if you’re up for it, that is)

Like, detangling from the ends to the roots, sectioning the hair for ease, wide-toothed combs, making sure you put in the leave-in conditioner while still in the shower, cowashes, etc etc 

If you let him wash your hair for you, good lord this man’s scalp massages are to die for

Eventually, curiosity gets the better of him and he starts using some of your advice for his own hair, and then he just? never shuts up about how much better his hair feels? he wants to tell everyone about it and he does, starting with Iris

He’s very much so the type to brag on his s/o and no one is excepted from hearing him wax poetic about them, he’s such a proud boi

(Iris just shakes her head fondly and is like “if you watched hair tutorials with me back when we were younger you would have been here already, but go off I guess”) 

Whenever you wash your hair, right after you get out of the shower and are dressed again (and sometimes before that) he’s just “What are you gonna do with your hair?” 

Sometimes he’ll pull up some hairstyles he found on the interwebs and show them to you, and you’ve actually done some of them but sometimes it’s way out of your league (or it’s something you would rather go to a salon to get done). Tell him, and eventually he’ll find that sweet sweet boundary between impossible and doable for suggested styles.

Once you told him you were gonna twist your hair and he had the most adorable look on his face when he asked what a twist was 

You were a little shocked that he’d never heard of it before but you showed him and he was just stoked to see your hair in a bunch of twists after that (and boyo, don’t get me started on the twist-out. This man is lovestruck)

When it’s a styling day (because sometimes it takes a whole day), Gladio will sit with you and just hang out with you while you do your hair. He’ll cook for you, too, because he knows having your arms above your head for hours on end is exhausting. 

Styling days are also movie days, if he can stay home! (usually you plan your styling days with his days off so you really can spend the day with him) Y’all just chill out and watch movies together and once you’re finished, you guys cuddle

The first time he used a shower cap he was literally amazed. Like he’d never really given them more than a passing thought, but like…. a cap. to protect your hair from getting wet in the shower. It’s ingenious. If he didn’t wanna get it wet he tried to put it up in a bun and hopped on the struggle bus

Suffice to say, he loves shower caps

If you have a hooded dryer at home, well. He’s not a fan of constant loud noises (or loud noises in general tbh) but he thinks it’s really cool that you can have a little piece of the salon with you at home, that you can still do certain things without having to drop the money

Speaking of the salon though. 

Your stylist loves and hates him because he’s super charming and they can tell just how in love you two are and they can tell how well he treats you and all of that, but good lord when the two of you talk you move your head a lot and that’s veeeery frustrating

As soon as Gladio notices he gives you a little kiss and goes over to the waiting area but it’s really not much longer before he’s trying to text you or trying to get your attention from across the room or something like that.

If you’re due to be bound to the stylist’s chair for a long while, he’s at your beck and call and will do anything you need while you’re stuck. Snacks? You got it. Thirsty? A drink, fit with a straw so you don’t have to bend your head anymore. Entertainment? He’ll ask if you want a book or a video game. Your phone is dying? He’s got a portable battery, babey

He always checks the weather and lets you know when it’s supposed to be humid, because humid days are your worst enemy. (He hates them too, but since he started dating you he’s become more aware of their frequency)

He’s bad about the bonnet. He really is. He really tries not to say it but it’s kind of like a mushroom top. He’s so bad about it. 

If you use a satin pillowcase, you’ll have to get another one because he wants to steal your pillow. He loves the way it feels against his face when he sleeps and he wants to feel it allllllll the time

But yes, all in all, as I said in the beginning, Gladio adores your natural hair and everything that comes with it and he embraces it and loves when you do the same. 

[kanaayas]

hey u real quick

𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑠, 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠, 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑠, ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑠, ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠, ᴅᴍ ᴍᴇ ᴘʟs

[wiire-moved]

//ehh

[urexfriendsister]

its is One Of Those Days

[dinthehottotty]

Little Lights

Summary: Din takes you to an emergency medical outlet when you think you’ve got appendicitis. Heads up. It’s not.

Rating: M, +18

Warnings: Angst, fluff, depictions of blood, unknown pregnancy, premature babies, mentions of ass eating and other suggestive language. (I have put very little research into this... If it’s not accurate. it’s fiction.) This ends much softer than I anticipated.

“You’re making the weird face again,” Din reminds you. Letting out a slow deep breath, you glance over at him. 

“Mhmm. Just... one sec...” You agree. Instead of resorting to the awkward, polite smile, you squeeze your eyes shut for the duration of the awful cramps. “Oof,” you grunt when it eases away. “It’s kind of going in waves.”

“Are you okay?” Din demands, moving to your side.

“Yeah, probably just something I ate, you know my stomach’s been all over the place.” Din glances around the new ship, uncomfortable. 

“Do you think you need medical attention?” He’s crowding you, as you wave your hand dismissively. 

“I think I’m either about to get a bad menstrual cycle or something’s not agreeing with me, you know?” Din unlatches his helmet and removes it. A rare occurrence, but you can see the concern on his face. He leans forward to kiss your forehead. He’d only recently started to show you his face, the kid’s been with the jedi almost a year now. Almost a year since he gave up the creed.

Your lover still liked to make out in the dark, he only occasionally took off his helmet to eat with you at the little table shoved in the corner of the hull. He was slowly getting better about showing you. More than anything though, he took the helmet off to kiss you. It was always one of those things you loved. Him leaning down to kiss you before he left. If you were still exhausted from the last bounty - which was becoming more frequent lately - he would crawl into the bed you’d shoved into a small alcove. 

He said it reminded him of the crest. You suspect he’s a little homesick of his old ship, even if he likes this one better. 

“I’m worried about you. I think you’re sick,” the Mandalorian urges. 

“I’ve probably just developed irritable bowel syndrome from those awful ration packets, but when we get to Nevarro, I’ll see a doctor, okay?” His eyes soften and there’s something about the sweet look he gives you, his open expressions of devotion that’s stirring something down low. 

“I would really like that,” he murmurs.

“Do you want to help me with my cramps?” You asks playfully, suggestively. His eyebrows raise in pleasant surprise and he gives you a quiet laugh.

“I don’t know if this is the time for that if you think you’re having bowel issues.” You giggle back and shimmy closer. 

“What can I say, you’re just really hot. To be fair, you’ve eaten my ass,” you respond and he laughs a little more. There’s so much affection in his gaze, you feel floaty. You would have never expected him to be hiding all of that under his helmet.  

“Let me catch this baby bounty and get you to Nevarro first.” Baby bounty was a term you’d got him saying. A reference to a quick and easy bounty. 

“Okay, okay,.. but what if I just blew you a little?” You try. He breaks out into actual laughter at this, pulling you flush with himself. 

“If you’re feeling better when I get back, I’ll eat you out until we hit Nevarro, got it?” Your giggles fill the air. 

“I might shave while you’re gone then...” you hum and he noses behind your ear. 

“Insatiable thing,” he rumbles. You allow yourself to lean against him. His hands find the hem of your shirt - gloves sliding over your aching back. “Go take a long shower, if I have time, I’ll grab you something to eat other than ration packets.

“I’m not even hungry right now,” you respond.

“You might be when I get back,” he counters. This. Right here. Was the best your life would get. You feel a knot start in your chest when your mandalorain walks away. Like this would change. The anxiety induced by him leaving was spurring on one thought.

I’m going to die. 

It was an absurd thought. You were just cramping pretty bad. Right?

...

When Din comes back with the bounty tagging along in cuffs, the fresher is still running. He moves the bounty into the carbonite chamber before going to check on you. The knock on the door is only answered by a whimper.

You look up at him when the door flies open, curled up under the water. 

“What’s wrong?” He demands, the food he’d had set on the floor so he can crumble to his knees beside you. 

“It fucking hurts! Like the worst cramps of my life! The water helps but I think I pissed myself it hurts so bad.”

“There’s got to be an emergency center on this planet. Do you want me to move you to the bed?” 

“No, no, please.” Din’s fluttering around you nervously. 

“I’ll be right back.” You are wishing you’d just black out by now. When the ship takes off, you assume he’s moving closer to an emergency clinic. Had the last bounty exposed you to some kind of neurotoxin? Was your apendix about to explode? Even you back hurt. 

Within minutes you were landing again. When Din finally had returned you couldn’t hold back the cries of pain, tears welling in your eyes. “Come on,” he urges, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel to dry you quickly. He hoists you off the floor when he’s satisfied. “Gotta get some clothes on you.”

“Just grab a blanket, please!” You’re thankful he’s so calm as he takes you back to bed. He settles you until your wrapped up in the blanket before hoisting you back up and marching off the ship. 

The sights around you surprise. “DID YOU LAND IN A BAZAAR?” You gasp.

“Yes, it’s closer.” He answers, marching across the crowd of people staring and whispering. The pain comes back full swing at this moment and you have to ignore them as he carries you into a building. 

“Welcome to-” a nurse droid starts to say.

“Get her a bed.” Din snarls. 

“Sir, there are other people waiting.” the receptionist starts to scold when you twist in his arms to glare at her. “Triage is right this way,” she gestures when Din stalks right up to the desk.

“You two can come this way.” A nurse calls and Din doesn’t linger by the receptionist. The curtain is drawn as he lowers you onto the bed. You wheeze through the pain as it thankfully lifts again. “Tell me what’s going on.” The nurse ask, as she sets up a contraption above you.

“She started off with cramping but it’s gotten worse over the course of the last few hours.”

“Is it just your stomach? Any recent injuries?” 

“At first it was. My back hurts now too. Laying down’s making it worse. Does appendicitis radiate?”

“No injuries at least not this week.” Lights start flashing as she hooks something onto your arm. Getting vitals. Quickly they’re appearing in red on the hallopad. Blood pressure and pulse up. 

You snag Din’s hand when another cramp wrecks you. You groan through your teeth.

The nurse pause then glances nervously between you. “Are you sexually active?" The nurse asks.

"Yeah," you grit out. "But I've got an implant. Just replaced six months ago." The nurse turns towards you.

"Let's rule out pregnancy, okay?" The nurse urges. "Can I do a quick pelvic exam?"

"Please just do whatever you have to," your voice breaks as the pain stops again. You're watching the nurses face as she leans down. It's when her mouth presses into a thin line that your heart sinks as her hand prods.

You yelp when something feels like it jabs you. "What the hell was that!"

"Get the doctor." She tells the Droid. And off it goes.

"What?" Din demands.

The nurse holds something up, the little 'T' shape makes your eyes fly wide. "DID YOU JUST PULL MY IUD OUT WITH YOUR HAND!" Your shriek has Din's hand hovering over his blaster.

"Yes. Hanging out out of one side of your cervix." She replies.

"One side?" You whimper. She nods at you, her face morbid.

"You're cervix has begun to dilate. We need to get you an ultrasound. Stat. You're probably not far along." You're world is spinning, tilting, flying apart. Dread begins to fill you. "I suspect your IUD wasn't placed right." Tears are spilling over.

What have I done? You cry. You should have known! How could you not know!

"What does that mean?" Din hovers. "What's happening!?" You can hear the panic in your voice but you can't respond.

"She's in active labor," the nurse explains just as a doctor walks in, followed closely by the doctor. "Judging by the size of you're belly, not very far along."

"Pregnant?" Din whispers, too stunned to respond beyond that. The nurse is yelling in the hallway for something after she passes the IUD off to the doctor.

"Let's have a look then," the doctor murmurs to himself sliding on gloves.

Din glances at you for a long moment, just as another contraction starts. Only now your moaning, and mourning.

While Din's demanding, you've been counting. You've been insatiable for months. You've been sick on and off for ages. The cravings, the mood swings, the tender breasts. How could you have not seen. Hell you thought the fluttering in your belly was gas.

No prenatal care.

There was no way this baby was full term. Being this premature, you feel nothing but dread at the life you've neglected inside of you. You just close your eyes through the contraction and the tears.

"When was your last cycle? Dr. Xi'us, by the way." The doctor asks.

"I don't know," you mutter.

“Is she okay?” He asks. 

“Premature labor.”

“I didn’t ask that! I asked if my wife is okay?”

“It’s not so simple, sir. She’s had very little prenatal care. She could have gone into labor from illness, infection-”

Something smooth slides over your cheek. When you open your eyes, it's Din, hovering over you, gloved fingers stroking your face.

"It'll be okay." He promises.

"I'm sorry, I should have known."

"You'll be okay," he murmurs to you.

"But the baby- Din, the baby." He smooths your hair back. "It'll be too little."

"I just need you," he begs. Your heart breaks. It breaks at the strain to his voice. It breaks at the shaking of his hands. It breaks because couples are supposed to be kissing and smiling and saying things like ‘I hope the baby has your nose’. Instead, you have the most dangerous bounty hunter in the galaxy... choosing you over your baby. Din is choosing you over your child. It crushes you.

“Gonna feel some cold gel-” When did the nurse come back? Din’s helmet presses against your head. You could hear him helplessly repeating the same thing.

You’ll be okay.

The probe presses to your belly and-

Wom wom wom wom wom wom wom.

That’s a heart beat. Terror rises in you because somehow, you were hoping that this wasn’t actually a baby. You were hoping that it was actually your appendix bursting. That way it wouldn’t have killed your baby. 

“The baby’s further along than I thought.” Doctor is watching over the shoulder of the nurse.

Another contraction. 

“That will still be cutting it close,” he continues, as if you weren’t writhing in pain. “You’re baby can’t be more than 28 weeks. I suppose just let me know when you feel like pushing,” the doctor nudges. 

“Can’t you give me something to delay labor until full term?” You demand. He shakes his head.

“No, you’re too far into labor for that.” You look at the nurse desperately. She was giving you a worried look, her eyes holding your own. You close them, accepting that this was happening. 

“Do you want to know the gender?”

________

“So you’re ready to push, huh?” The doctor calls out. 

You glower at him under your arm. You were already on your knees on the bed, gripping the head board, bent over. You couldn’t help but bear down and groan. 

“We’re gonna need you to lie on your back dear.” 

“Fuck off,” you snarl and grab Din’s hand. The doctor startles.

“She pushes in whatever position she wants,” Din calls out, you feel his hands rubbing your back as he says becomes more hostile. Oh, bless him. 

You’d barely spoken to each other in the last hour, both just absorbing the news that you’d created life. Twenty minutes was spent with the nurse droid helping you find a comfortable position.

��Really, the back is-” Din shifts, you glance up to see his blaster pulled.

“She doesn’t want to push on her back.”

“Fine, fine. Put the blaster away, sir.” The doctor lined up behind you.

Between pushes, Din continues to caress you, leaning close to your ear to hum into you ear. “You’re doing great.” More sweating and pushing. “You’ll be okay.”

You lean over to Din in between pushing attempts and kiss his helmet over his mouth. When you went to resume pushing, your Mando leans into your ear. “I love you,” he murmurs. It feels good to hear him say that.

“Here comes the head-” Something shifted lower. “Come on, just the shoulders now.” 

“Come on, cyar’ika.” And you collapse against Din when the pain stops. Din leaned against you in return. 

“Where’s the cry?” You pant as he holds you against his cool armor. His hands tremble on your back, one hand holding your head close to his shoulder. 

“There he is.” Doctor murmurs. “

“Please cry,” you mutter against a beskar shoulder.

“Suction.”

Finally, a high pitch cry rises, a squeal that doesn’t sound like a normal baby sound. It breaks the air and you relax in Din’s hold. He’s gripping you even tighter.

...

It’s been several hours. You’re tucked away in a dark little room with your lover, you’ve both just been watching the little incubator humming in the corner. 

“Did you call me your wife earlier?” You ask, murmuring against his chest.

“What? No.”

You lift your chin to look up at his helmet. Still tucked against his armor.

“You totally did.”

“No, I definitely didn’t.”

“Bullshit,” you hum. “You didn’t have to pull you blaster on the doctor, either.” 

“Asshole doctor.” He squeezes you against his chest. You relax against him, eyes drifting slowly shut. 

You delivered a baby boy. You still hadn’t decided on a name, hadn’t even mentioned it yet. The bacta spray was doing wonders for your pain though.

“I didn’t want you to...”

“Hm?”

“I... I didn’t want you to see how small he was,” he murmured. “If he didn’t make it, I didn’t want you to see.” There is a deep ache in your chest again.

“This just got a whole lot more complicated.”

“Yeah, it did.”

“Greef’s gonna lose his shit.” Din actually groans.

“Locking you up when we get out of here.” You giggle quietly. 

“What are we gonna do? He’s so little, Din. Fuck, were not even married.”

“Who gives a shit if were married. They already said his lungs were sounding better. When we leave, we’ll go back to Nevarro. No hunting for a few weeks at least.” 

“Are... are you happy?”

“I’m... scared.” He heaves a sigh. “I don’t want to lose you. Scared the hell out of me.”

“Din,” you hum. “I love you.”

“I love you. We don’t have to have it figured out, you know.”

“I’m glad you’re still here.” 

“So am I.” His arms tighten around you.

The high pitched squealing begins again. You lift your head. “I’ll grab him.” You adjust slightly and glance down at your aching breast. You work to pull the blankets down your chest, the buttons on the gown moving too. A drop of something nearly clear is welling at your chest.

“Think he’s hungry,” Din is so careful with lifting the baby up, not really needing both hands for the tiny baby as. You slide to the far edge of the bed. “They said the more he feeds, the more milk I’ll produce and my boobs... kind of hurt right now.” Din is so delicate to hand him over. He’d missed that part when he’d finally gone to move the ship. 

The rattling cry only stops when the tiny mouth latches on to a wet nipple. You feel Din sinking down beside you on the bed, leaning in close to watch. It’s then that you realize he’s not wearing his gloves. He traces your son’s crown gently with a fingertip. “Can I name him?” Din asks. You blink over at him.

“What were you thinking of?” Din rests his helm against your shoulder, nuzzling your neck with cool metal.

“Kean,” he hums. “It was my father’s name.” 

“I like it.”

“Mando! To what do I owe this pleasure,” you hear Kagra’s voice carry from the cock pit. You’re quiet climbing the ladder. 

“We’re on our way,” 

“That bounty took longer than I expected, did he give you more difficulty than we expected?” Kagra offers, “Not that there is a match for the two of you.” You move to the co pilot seat, careful not to be loud enough to wake the baby that Din’s been cradling for the better part of an hour, murmuring softly to him. 

“The bounty wasn’t the issue. We had to stop at the emergency medical outlet.” He replies and Kagra’s face twists in distress. 

“Is everyone o- Hold on, Cara. Is everyone okay?” Cara was obviously hovering over Kagra’s left shoulder. 

“Yeah, but we’re going to need time off for a while.” Kagra’s concern deepens.

“What happened!? Did someone get hurt?” There is a tiny cry at the commotion. One that has Din tilting his head down toward the bundle in his arms. Kagra seems to notice this and sits forward in his own chair. 

“No one’s hurt, just a surprise.” He quietly hushes the bundle in his arms, gently brushing a finger over the little one’s cheek. 

“Another foundling! Delightful!” Kagra gasps. 

“Actually,” Din responds, “This is our son. We... we didn’t know we were expecting.” You smile at him. 

“What!?” Is heard shouted and Kagra goes toppling to the side. Cara leans into view. “You’re telling me you two pushed out a kid?”

“Two? I’m pretty sure it was my vagina that he cracked out of!” You protest, leaning over Din’s shoulder.

“Do you think you both could set us up a house for when we arrive on Nevarro?” Din asks. 

“Absolutely!” Kagra calls. “How did this even happen though!? How did you not know that you were pregnant.”

“We’ll explain when we get there. But he’s early, and very small,” you hum.

“Well, we’ll be here, ready to welcome all three of you when you arrive.” Din’s fingers thread through your hair on the screen, making you smile over at him. 

“Thank you,” Din replies. 

“He’s about to get fussy, needs to eat.” You hum. “Can I steal him back?” 

“Of course.”

“I’ll give him right back.” He adjusts to hand him back to you. 

“A boy?” Kagra celebrates.

“Yes, a boy.” Soon you settle out of sight, adjusting to get ready to nurse. “We should be there tomorrow, I know it’s short notice.”

“Non-sense! We’ll ensure everything’s ready, even if your move into my own place. We’ll get everything ready for you both. Now go be with your family, my friend.” When the holopad lowers, Din removes his helmet before turning toward you. He’s illuminated by the little lights of hyperspace. 

Nothing needs to be said, as you stroke the warm little body resting on your own, a quiet suckling rising. But Din finds a moment to make this moment more intimate.

“I’ll marry you soon. Not because of him... just so you know.” He responds. It makes you beam at him.

“Come kiss me, Din.”

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hello miss imp <3 havent been in ur ask box in a hot sec but may i tempt u with some dad!sirius?

- harry is an absolute sweetheart except when it comes to bedtime bc he needs his siri with him or he just won’t go to sleep. this becomes a problem when sirius is physically not able to tuck him in (which is the only way he won’t be there lbr). showing him the sky & the dog star stopped working once he grew up a bit; the mirrors weren’t enough after a while & nothing short of sirius’ presence would do. so, sirius decided to charm harry’s stuffed grim to imbue it w his magic so it’s always like he’s with him.

(ok now i’m imagining harry somehow discovering this toy after sirius’ death and fully breaking down in tears bc he can still feel remnants of his godfather and it’s almost like having him back but not and he’s kind of just hit w the fact he’ll never have Sirius back)

- sirius has always had a habit of checking up on harry throughout the night and it doesn’t change when he meets him again as a teenager. when harry moves in w him (bc obv sirius is declared innocent and freed here), he keeps it up until harry finds him tip-toeing thru his room one day. he thinks he’s about to be kicked out/asked not to come back but he forgets one fact: harry is a criminally neglected child and he cannot remember anyone ever once caring about him to this extent. he’s always had to take care of himself & put himself to sleep & soothe his own nightmares so to have sirius do it for him is—heartbreakingly new.

- harry is padfoot’s child as well. since he was a toddler, padfoot has helped him learn to crawl/walk/run; let his canine body be used as a handrail and towel and bed and sofa and footrest and everything in between; acted as a physical barrier between harry and harm etc. harry also tends to go to padfoot when he’s brooding and upset. as a child, the size difference was almost comical—padfoot’s bulk would almost swallow the kid, but even when harry becomes older & bigger, he’s still small in comparison to the grim so the sense of safety and comfort at being fully surrounded by padfoot remains constant.

OH NO I LOVE ALL OF THIS SO MUCH

That first one, oof, I LOVE WHEN SIRIUS IS DEAD AND HARRY IS GRIEVING HIM. Harry finding a toy after Sirius's death that is drenched in his presence/magic? YES PLEASE.

The second one, with Sirius checking on his boy, even when Harry is a teenager? ALSO YES PLEASE.

Padfoot helping Harry walk/crawl/run 🥺🥺🥺🥺HE WOULD. James would be so jealous when Harry is a baby, because like, Padfoot is his??? And now Padfoot is Harry's??? But he's not REALLY jealous, because it's what his Harry deserves.