#They're both little shits

[kalevalakryze]

Bad Movies, Good Company

Relationship: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren Additional Tags: Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Non-Explicit Implied Sexual Content, Movies - Freeform, Hot Chocolate, Mild Language, Sabine Wren Is A Little Shit, She/They Shin Hati, References to Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008), Lesbian Sabine Wren, Lesbian Shin Hati, Not Canon Compliant, No Beta We Die Like Ahsoka (Again), Soft Sabine Wren, No Spoilers Summary: Sabine never realized just how many 'firsts' she would give to Shin; first time, first kiss, (she wouldn't doubt first hug from someone other than Baylan), and now, it's time to give them their first hot chocolate and cheesy holodrama. Sabine didn't care much for the movie, she had someone better to pay attention to anyways. Notes: Today's been a shit day so I just needed to give my feral little shits some softness, ty cali for reminding me of the brainrot Eventually if things keep going the way they have been, I am going to turn off comments entirely 👍 I'm here for the gays and no one's gonna ruin that for me. AO3 Link: Fic & Collection

They still had a week in space before anything could be done, and at the behest of both Shin and Sabine, Ahsoka had told both Apprentices to rest for the day so she could meditate without having to make sure they weren’t going to kill each other.

Sabine had tried to take the opportunity to sleep in, but Shin getting up just as early in the morning had ruined that plan. The artist had spent the entire day distracting them with small, menial things to keep her out of the training rooms; teaching them sabaac, showing them their sketches, and even maybe powering off Huyang and slipping into the bunkroom with the hopes that Ahsoka wasn’t listening in too closely.

Just getting Shin back in bed had been a feat, so Sabine had been more than happy at their comfy refusal to leave the small space. “Hang on, I’ll be right back,” Sabine pressed a kiss into their hair before wriggling herself from their arms, tugging on her clothes as she stumbled to the door.

Powering on Hyang on her way to the kitchenette, Sabine pulled down two mugs. “Hey Huyang, you fell asleep on me,” She teased as hot chocolate pods were loaded, the perfect way to end their lazy afternoon in the chill of the artificially cooled room.

“I do not need sleep, you-“

“Oh hey, I think Ahsoka was calling you,” The warm drinks were poured into white porcelain cups as Huyang went to find Ahsoka, muttering to himself about ‘Padawans’ and ‘Mandalorians’.

Liquid gold secure, Sabine balanced both mugs in her hands, snagging a datapad from the shelf along the way back. “Okay, buckle up, because once I sit down, I’m not getting up again,” She handed both mugs off to Shin, who peered on the contents with more than a normal amount of confusion. “Don’t worry, there’s no poison,” She promised as she slipped back under the covers to wall the blonde off from the door, something the woman had personally requested once their sleeping arrangements had turned to this.

“But what is it?” They sniffed experimentally as Sabine balanced the datapad on her knees to grab her mug back.

“What..? You��ve never had hot chocolate before?”

Shin’s vacant stare was enough to tell Sabine that no, they had never had hot chocolate before. “All these years, and you’ve never lived- How has Baylan gotten away with this great injustice?”

Before Shin could bite back a seething retort about the Mandalorian’s remark about her Master, Sabine was tapping her hand against the mug. “Come on, just take a sip, di’kut, you’ll love it,”

As Sabine got comfortable in bed again and started tapping away at the datapad, Shin raised the mug to her lips and took a slow sip.

A smile pulled at Sabine’s lips the moment Shin’s eyes had widened. The liquid was hot on her tongue, but the rich, sweet ichor didn’t go unnoticed. Pulling the mug back, Shin blinked at the contents. “Don’t burn your tongue-“ Sabine tried to reason with them as they took a bigger sip. “It won’t be a fun time, cyar’ika,”

Sabine was able to coerce Shin into not drinking the rest of the mug like it was needed to live, settling back into the bunk until the blonde shuffled closer to press firmly into her side. A film was pulled up onto the datapad, something sappy and romantic, the first thing she’d found about a clone and a Twilek, and dads who stepped up; it really didn’t require much brain power to enjoy, though Shin had seemed immersed.

“Why would they bring that stranger inside? It seems a good way to die,” Shin commented as she intentely watched a soldier stumbling into the small family’s barn. Sabine’s attention was turned to Shin, watching the furrow of their brows, the crinkles at the corners of their eyes, and the way she looked between everything in each frame.

Shin allowed themselves to lean into the comforting ministrations of Sabine’s hands, her mug held tight in her lap as she scoffed. “That isn’t even a proper blaster burn, have they never been shot before?”

Sabine’s hand trailed from the back of Shin’s head to the underside of her jaw. “Maybe, budget osik,” She grumbled halfheartedly, tipping her head down to catch Shin’s lips. The other woman was more than happy to return the kiss, chocolate rich on her tongue as Sabine allowed them to take control.

An explosion from the datapad had Shin pulling back to watch the holofilm again, the lights catching in the silvery blue of their eyes. Sabine smiled dumbly at her, head drooping back against the pillows as she watched Shin take another sip, their eyes sliding closed at the decadent liquid once more, it seemed the best way to get the woman to blink, too.

“Old Separatist droids to not fight like that, they are making them seem much more intelligent than they were truly capable of,” Shin grumbled in complaint, not acknowledging the Mandalorian as her empty mug was taken from her hands and set on the floor next to Sabine’s own empty glass. Instead, they curled closer, fingers tangling in the purple haired woman’s sleep shirt as her head pillowed against her chest, complaints growing quiet as a cheap action sequence started.

Sabine’s lips pressed against the top of her head, the fruity smell of the hair mask they used to repair their hair after bleaching it last still clung to each strand, though the wispy small of bark and grass that were so inherently Shin permeated the citrus.

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum,” Sabine grumbled against their head, peppering soft kisses across their head, any way to express the words she knew they would not understand.

“Quiet,” Shin hissed instead, reaching to press the palm of her hand against Sabine’s lips to further quiet her. “This is called the all is lost moment, yes?” When Sabine nodded against their hand, she was so kind as to allow the gentle kisses pressed into her palm.

The blonde seemed genuinely ticked off when the soldier decided to help the small family and not report the AWOL stepfather, enough so that she’d almost gotten out of the bunk to throw the datapad.

Sabine grabbed their hands with a smile on her lips. “Relax, ner kurs’kaded, it’s already been written,” She eased, guiding the other woman back to press their lips together. “Cheesy romance films are always like this,” Shin’s eyes rolled hard enough that Sabine could feel it, smiling against her wolf’s lips as they eased back into her and brought their lips that last breadth of space to bring them together once more.

“Tell me there are other films on the holonet that aren’t like this, that there is some hope for civilization,” Shin grumbled exasperatedly as the soldier on screen hugged the other man’s children and left with his returning troop.

“Oh, yeah, I mean there’s like, horror, and stuff?” Sabine blinked, a sheepish smile forming on her lips. Of course Shin would have preferred a slasher over some feel good family drama. “I’ll put one on?”

Shin grumbled as she pressed into Sabine once more. “Don’t bother, you have shown me where your priorities lie, you sap,” There was a smile being hidden in her shirt, she could feel it against her skin.

“I am so not a sap, you’re just cute,”

“I will cut out your tongue and feed it to your demon cat,”

“You are my demon, Nix is my little baby,”

Shin groaned and rolled over to face the wall, though when Sabine did not follow, she sat up and turned back to glare at the Mandalorian. “You know your place, Mandalorian,”

Laughing, Sabine shut off the datapad and scooted over until she could wrap herself around her wolf from behind, pressing kisses to the shell of their ear as they snuggled back in. “Guess these slow days can be nice,” She declared as she relaxed into the thin mattress.

“You do need time to prepare for me to kick your shebs tomorrow,”

“You’re such an ass,”

“You love my ass,”

“I really do.”

Translations: Di'kut - Idiot (affectionate) cyar'ika - darling Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum - I love you/I will know you forever ner kurs'kaded - my wolf

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[littlelightfish]

Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:

Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.

(You can hear it here)

In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.

[tangents-within-tangents]

Listen I just love these two sm

I love how they are chaos buddies

And yet simultaneously Omega is the only one Echo trusts to be responsible when he's gone

also their little nicknames are you kidding me that's so cute!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 5

Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.

[jedi-starbird]

"Qui-gon traumatised Obi-wan!!"

Bold of you to assume that Obi-wan Kenobi did not immediately turn around and traumatise him back. Obi-wan does not have daddymaster issues his master has padawan issues.

He returns from MelidaDaan with the power of being 14 (derogatory) and excessive weaponry on his side. Qui-gon's being called by the teachers cause his padawan is teaching the other kids how to make shivs and also unionise. He's sneaking off to the lower levels to hustle sabbac games in order to buy tiny blasters he can keep in his tunics and boots.

When Xantos breaks in to the temple Obi-wan tells him that it's frankly embarassing for him to have had Qui-gon Jinn of all people living rent free in his head for so many years.

[kiisaes]

they got charged for murder (it's killua's fault)

(original draw your ship prompt)

[front-facing-pokemon]

[ruporas]

hello there, angel

[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash is sitting facing the viewer and holds a rose between his clasped together hands, but he’s looking to the left, upwards, at Wolfwood, with an awed expression. Wolfwood hovers over him with wings sprouting from his back. He has a cigarette lit between his lips, his arms and legs are crossed, and he looks back at Vash with a neutral expression. The both of them are covered in a blue shadow, casted by Wolfwood and his hovering form, while warm light hits the back of his wings and over Vash’s legs. Small feathers sits next to Vash. End ID]

[robertphilip]

There's an awkward "first date" silence between them, the kind that suggests there isn't going to be a "second". Giselle tries her best to keep the conversation going.

[almea]

[hajihiko]

Sonia and Komaeda getting along well enough to room together is so good honestly. Even if its mostly bc she takes no shit, Komaeda was still like the only person to stand up for her when Teruteru was trying to get frisky about her naiveté in the prologue/ch1.

I kind of suspect she was acting more unknowing than she really was then, to suit her role as a princess, but he had no way of knowing that then. Plus, if she was aware then, it might be easier for her to recognize the side of him that isn't all hope n murder? Since outside of the killing game he's pretty polite (if self effacing) and generally not down for creepy behavior.

If you've got any more thoughts on these two's interactions postgame, I'd love to hear.

I dont think it's perfect by any means (nothing on the ship is!) but its proooobably the best quick-solution scenario?

[cerealbishh]

"The world's lucky to have you."

[rubydubydoo122]

I hate most Tim fanfictions because they are written by fans who woobify him, BUT

BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT

If it's a fic about Tim and Damian getting along-- like it's slow progress, but eventually they get along-- I EAT THAT SHIT UP

THOSE ARE THE ONLY TIM CENTRIC FICS I READ

[vaguely-concerned]

how I like to imagine lucanis is feeling about being dragged along to the grand necropolis every other day in this playthrough... it's about the duality of

all the walking dressed up skeletons and other assorted body parts strewn around: undeniably kind of bad and creepy. how the fuck is it so cold and windy down here all the time rook is just a slip of a thing how are they not shivering constantly. should I get him a nice warm scarf or would that be against his sense of swag as a watcher I am currently being made to think way too much about spirit possession (these weirdos seem to think it can be benign???? it does NOT feel benign). someone might have worked very hard to get those bones to lie still and dead on the ground it seems disrespectful to that hard work to make the bones get back up again and dance a jig like this. is all I'm saying

vs.

hearing rook speak to spirits and wayward wisps with kind calm authorativeness and care and generally show a whole new side of competence and knowledge they've kept close to the chest so far: ...this better not awaken anything in me (challenge failed)

(rook who's anxiously trying to gauge if the skeletons are going to be a dealbreaker fondly reminiscing 'oh I had my first kiss over there by the van markham mausoleum from the latter part of the steel age actually' and lucanis having to admit 'this does explain some things about you'. there must be some kind of comfort in feeling like you're too removed from the normal human experience anymore to connect with someone only to find that the person you're growing a terrible crush on had barely ever seen the sun until the age of like 34 and thinks this place is the height of normalcy. lucanis' broody line where he's like 'I only know death' and ingellvar both meaningfully and amusedly raising their eyebrows like 'yeah? uh-huh? please, say more' fhdskjaf. i'm sorry you've had your freak matched lucanis I'm sure it's a bit disorienting but we'll figure this out together yet. two little death dudes sitting in a tree k i s s i n g and also trying to figure out the 'life' part of things together)

[pencil-for-a-dog]

I just need a fanfic where everyone thinks that Wes keeps saying that Danny and Phantom are the same person because he has a crush on both of them and it's in his negation phase.

He does not. He swear he doesn't. You just don't understand. There's a whole investigation made by himself to PROVE that they're, indeed, the same person.

And they go all like, yes Wes, we know you are a little bit crazy about love but we respect and support you as long as you don't become a stalker or worse. We accepted ghosts, we can accept a poly boy.

And Danny doesn't help. He's all "oh Wea, I didn't know you think so good about me 😳😳😳" And Wes all "I DON'T" and Sam/Tuxker all "You don't treat my child like that."

Phantom,on the other side starts to flirt with him, jokingly. Dedicating him some wins, throwing him kisses, winking an wye in his direction, etc.

Amity Park is sure that there's a whole love triangle and it's kind of fucked up because in one side we have the strongest ghost and in the other side we have tiny child from ghost busters. That's drama.

It's their fucking novel, tea, whatever. They eat this shit, they inhale it, they live and only live for this shit. This is THE Drama.

Wes just wants to cry at this point.