#also- CUTTING IT CLOSE LMAO

[minhosblr]

Minho playing with kittens for 12 minutes straight (aka the kitten interview)

Bonus

[macksartblock]

no collective thoughts just drawings before i DM tonight

[sergle]

I'm listening to a lot of Maintenance Phase (bc I love it) and this comes up sometimes, so I'll just be sat here thinking about how common it is for little kids to grow up watching their moms and other women in their life jump from diet to diet. Just as ambient background noise in your childhood, the adults around you obsess over calories aloud, express guilt over eating enjoyable food, frame exercise as a form of punishment for eating, and so on.

[kindred-spirit-93]

when life wants to fuck me over i get a paper cut in the most inconvenient place ever and a mosquito that simply wont die.

i will have that mosquitos blood if it kills me. its probably mine anyway. give it back you fucker

[varpusvaras]

Colonel Tashar looks at the Queen with hard eyes.

She doesn't seem bothered even in the slightest. She just sits there, calmly looking back at Tashar, with her hands neatly folded on her lap.

"We have apprehended the servants you used to hide the girl", Tashar says. He is confident in his words. He had served in the Republic intelligency for years before the end of the war, and had lead many investigations and interrogations. He is a skilled negotiator, able to get people to say what he wants.

The Queen does not react to his words.

"The girl is in our custody at the moment", Tashar continues. "Supervised visitations could be arranged, if it is agreed that she could keep her status as the Princess."

An opening for cooperation. No direct promises, but ones that sound good enough for someone desperate.

The Queen appears to be thinking for a moment.

"What would achieving those require from me?" She asks.

She is smart. Not so easily duped into blindly accepting everything instantly.

Tashar leans forward a bit. He softens his expression ever so slightly by loosening his jaw and letting his brow relax. He is making himself seem more like he is on her side.

"I understand that many things changed fast", he says. "And during those times, you thought that you were doing the right thing. I know we all want the same thing, a strong, unified Galaxy, that is safe for us and our families. The Empire will keep Alderaan safe, and we can do that better, if we can ensure that anyone who opposes it is dealt with sooner than later."

The Queen nods slowly.

"I see", she says. "Is there something you want to know?"

An open question. Not too specific. She has not yet put herself into a corner with no way out of there.

"Who brought the girl to you?" Tashar asks.

"My husband", the Queen says. "I do not have the specifics on what happened beforehand, as I was back home on Alderaan. We had wanted a child for so long, and I thought that we were doing what was the best for her by raising her."

"Of course", Tashar nods along. "Now, we do know that there were others present when your husband acquired the girl. Any information on their location would be greatly appreciated."

The Queen looks Tashar directly into the eyes.

"I do not know anything about any of that", she says. "I cannot help you, Colonel."

Tashar leans a bit closer.

"Your Majesty, please", he says. "I cannot guarantee that you will be able to see the girl again, if you do not cooperate with me. I'm sure we could even arrange for the servants to be returned to your service, if you have any information to give. Right now, they will be facing sentencing for treason against the Empire."

"I already told you, Colonel Tashar", the Queen says. "I do not know anything about that. I cannot help you."

Tashar leans back. He sighs deeply.

"I understand", he says. "Then I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but the girl cannot be returned to you. Instead, she will be directly introducted to the Imperial Academy."

The Queen does not react to that. She just looks wordlessly at Tashar, who stands up, and leaves the room.

Vader looks at the Queen for a long while as she sits there. She keeps her head high, even when she is left alone. She is most likely aware of the cameras in the room, monitoring her, even if she cannot see their exact locations.

She does not look afraid.

That is the one thing that tells Vader enough.

"My Lord", Admiral Jovan says to him, quietly. "Do you think she knew we were lying?"

"Of course she knows", Vader says. "She is not concerned in the slightest about the child she has been raising as her own daughter for a year now. She knows the implications of her being raised by the Empire. She knows that means that she would be used by the Emperor."

"How did she know?" Jovan asks.

"Colonel Tashar made a mistake", Vader says. "Right with his first words. There are no servants."

"Of course there are not", Jovan says. "But-"

"There are no servants", Vader repeats. "The girl was accompanied by someone else. The Queen knows we haven't found them yet."

"Ah", Jovan bows his head. "Of course. But who, then, My Lord? All the family members on both of their sides are accounted for, same as their closest friends, as well as their advisors and bodyguards. They wouldn't have given the child to just anyone."

"No", Vader says. "They wouldn't. It is someone they trust greatly."

"Do you have any clues, yet?" Jovan asks.

"Not yet", Vader says. He turns away from the monitor, still showing the Queen. She is still unmoving and unafraid. She is not going to give anything more to him. "I'll be heading down to the cell level myself. I'm going to conduct the next interrogation myself."

"Yes, My Lord", Jovan nods. "Do you want us to move her to another room for your interrogation?"

"You can move her back to her cell", Vader says. He heads to the door, leaving Jovan to the monitors. "I'll be meeting with Senator Organa."

He steps out, not bothering to wait for Jovan to answer, and heads down towards the prison.

He would first deal with Senator Organa, and after that, with Colonel Tashar. He was not going to tolerate any more mistakes.

Not with this.

[acrid-wondrland]

Can't believe we didn't get more of mop-top era Ran and Rindou

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

You think Jinx had silco on the desk, I'm talking like she pegged him, his pants around his knees, coat pulled up, his finger nails leaving scratches in the wood, eyes rolling cheek to the desk as she just ravishes him, and when he's spent and done, she leans forward and kisses his scars and plays with his hair purring

"Good daddy... you're always there when I need you."

Fffffuck he lives for that validation from her, he doesn't want or need it from anyone else, because he needs her to need him, to want him... he's sure if the day ever comes and doesn't...he might just crumble to dust and nothingness.

In honor of arcane s2, shout out to this anon I got back when s1 first came out and I was nonstop jilco posting. I've had this in my inbox for like, years. Mostly because I have no idea how to respond to these kinds of things, and panicked. I'll always remember u anon and ur unprompted jilco mini smut drabble. I truly bring nothing to the table due to stupidity but by god live your life

[moralcandy]

Your name is Tsukishima Kei, and you're 12 years old when you watch your older brother sob on the floor over a sports club.

His sniffles are loud to your ears and his shoulders shudder as his teardrops splash onto the carpet. The hallway light is on behind you, shadowing you and casting your brother's back in a spotlight as you watch him cry.

Your hand twitches at your side, your other hand still touching the silver doorknob, and you can't move. Your socks dig in to the carpet, and your leg jolts in a failed attempt to take a step forward. Your older brother hunches over himself, clutching a sports jersey to his chest tightly with a white-knuckled hold as he sobs into the fabric.

It's only volleyball, The confused thought drifts across your mind, rippling, as you stare at him silently. ..Why is he crying?

Your head tilts slightly, before you take a step, then another. Your brother stills at the sound of your padding footsteps. He does not dare to turn and look at you. You're sure if he did, the tearstains on his cheek would shine in the hallway light all too noticeably.

You take another step forward, before you sit down next to him, at his side. You hesitate, pause, before slowly putting your head on his shoulder in an attempt at comfort. He doesn't move for a moment, silent, before he sniffles once more and his shoulders begin to shake.

He turns suddenly and wraps his arms around you in a tight hold, crying as sniffles escape him. You are still, but then your head hangs low, resting on his shoulder as your arms slowly raise to wrap around him. Your glasses adjust awkwardly with your head's motion, one side of the glasses now raised uncomfortably. His teardrops fall on your shirt, but you don't care.

The carpet against your knees is a little uncomfortable, digging patterns into the skin, but your brother's arms are around you and your head is on his shoulder and even though you don't get why he's crying, a small, quiet sniffle escapes you as your eyes sting with hot, unshed tears. You don't understand.

Your brother's old sports jersey lies dropped on the floor beside you two, discarded in favour of your embrace.

You do not spare a glance at it even once.

[ellie-tarts]

baby mode

[averlym]

"careful, or i'll quote that"

[sweetest-honeybee]

Gonna be very nice and give y’all a snippet of the version 2 of the HBCIB animatic bc I wanted to remake it hehe

[sqtorux]

why was i so angry writing this lol. found this silly draft i wrote months ago it was collecting dust and cobwebs on my over flooded docs. very generic clan arranged marriage trope how genius

[simelune]

nana's closet 🧦

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: THE ART OF EXCESS by Tom LeClair.

Another day, another "requesting niche out of print nonfiction from the library that they have to borrow from the Library of Congress, because of course they do"! I didn't actually read the whole thing because I'm not familiar with six out of the seven books he analyzes, but I did read the preface, the introduction, and the chapter about Le Guin's ALWAYS COMING HOME (which was really the epilogue lol).

His framework of "systems novels" was fascinating to me and my biology-oriented brain, and he flagged a lot of the same things I transcribed for my "le guin posting" tag, which I thought was neat! Unfortunately: he nerfed himself by spending most of his time on behemoth novels by six white men as Representative of Excess as Mastery, so I found his overall conclusions lackluster--like, dude, really, broaden your sample size if you're trying to generalize to American Literature Going Forward (it's no wonder Le Guin was the most hopeful and reconstructive of the lot, given the synopses of the other bricks he discussed). Neat intro and preface! And I found myself nodding along to a lot of his insights on Le Guin, but I also found myself rolling my eyes at how he tried to generalize from the texts he selected.

[lesbiansanemi]

I am so fucking sick of living with my roommate and his fuck ass boyfriend. Also watching my roommate burn every single one of his (already rather minimal, I might add) bridges for this guy is also kind of painful but also his relationship with me is one of said bridges so I'm almost past the point of even feeling bad for him lmao

[fuedalreesespieces]

99.5% of inuyasha's youkai dna has to be concentrated in his hair because how the fuck did it not get cut off at some point especially while he was carrying that huge ass sword