#archetypically

[mosylufanfic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Sexual Content, Comlink Sex, congratulations to myself i've invented my first tag of 2024 Series: Part 3 of kinktober 2023. Summary:

"Did you touch yourself at the thought of me?"

The husky rasp of his voice is practically more confirmation than the word itself. "Yes."

Or: Getting creative.

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from @astromechs

[canisalbus]

✦ Bread ✦

[valtsv]

will never understand the misogynistic inclination to pigeonhole every female character into the "exasperated sensible mom friend" role as if there's anything better than a woman so devoid of maternal instincts that she makes wire mother look soft. woman who rolls over and walks out onto the balcony to smoke a post-coital cigarette alone and leaves without a note or any kind of acknowledgement after sleeping with you because she can't stand the vulnerability of sleeping next to someone, or waking up beside them the following morning. woman whose idea of relaxing is abusing substances alone in a dark corner somewhere, and snarling and snapping at anyone who approaches her, regardless of intent. woman so emotionally unavailable she fails or refuses to notice that her lame ass partner is trying to push the divorce papers until they've taken the kids and left a heartfelt but scathing note pinned to the fridge. woman with more vices than genuine friends. woman whose expression stays blank and arms remain limply at her sides when you wrap her up in yours for a hug. woman without a gentle touch in her body, with nothing but rough edges and sharp angles.

[lord-m]

pathetic isn’t really a word I‘d use for colin bridgerton. simon rather dying than marrying daphne was pathetic. anthony going through with marrying edwina until SHE mustered the courage to call everything off was pathetic.

colin contemplating his feelings, calling out his male acquaintances for their chauvinism, seeking advice from his mother and then immediately taking action and putting himself out there without even knowing if his feelings are reciprocated is the complete opposite of pathetic. that requires a whole lot of bravery.

[moshaeu]

phainon and heroism

[umbrellainkart]

Hey can we talk about Wendy. I’m dying to talk about Wendy. Let’s talk about Wendy. Hey can w

(Hcs and character ramblings under the cut)

[lolli-popples]

Objectively funniest possible Life Series alliance would be BigB and Martyn.

They would be like "I guess we're allies now" and then they'd walk in opposite directions, build separate bases, and would be in the same room a total of 5 times, all of which being them doing an intro together.

They would also set the Life Series alliance record for "Most problems caused without facing any consequences."

Most solid team ever, you can't betray each other if you're never in the same room.

[grasslandgirl]

i'll never get over how fascinating eliot's characterization as a hitter. obviously he's trained- military, hand to hand, weaponry, martial arts- that's to be expected. but so often I think in media about like. the Best Hitters in this genre and etc they're characterized by like? not getting hit. they're sooo good that the avoid every punch and catch every kick in mid air and dodge bullets and etc and that's not Eliot at all. he lets himself get punched in the face. he gets kicked and bowled over and uses that shift in momentum to his advantage. he gets knocked to the ground and the guys he's fighting think he's down for the count for only one moment before Eliot Spencer gets back up. because he always gets back up- but that character trait is Only compelling IF he gets knocked down enough for it to MATTER. and he DOES! and his fighting skills- they're not innate, they're not a natural inclination to fighting, its training and knowledge- he can talk about details and styles at length, he can (and does!) teach the others how to take and throw a punch, which speaks even more to his skill and knowledge and ability. he's the hitter because he's been doing it so long. because he fights to survive and he isn't afraid to get hit and lose the fight to win the battle. god. Eliot Spencer. character of all time

[whump-in-the-closet]

Five Types of Living Weapon Whumpees

The guard dog -> loyalty has been ingrained into their bones, following their handler around like their shadow. No one dares stand against the organization because of the legendary dread surrounding this living weapon. They hardly say a word but every movement is calculated, eyes always darting, always watching. (“You always were their lapdog.”)

The loose cannon -> dangerous for both sides. Always talking back and never predictable, their value is dependent on their skill. If it wasn’t for that, they’d be dead a long time ago. Their loyalty is earned, not bought. No one wants to be on their bad side, walking on tip toe whenever they show up. And they enjoy it. (“What’s everyone looking at? Aren’t you happy to see me? I even brought my rifle!”)

The broken down -> most common type of whumpee I’ve seen. They’ve been overpowered and forced into the commission. They hate their handler more than anything else but see no way out. When they’re told to shoot, they don’t even blink. It’s always “yes, sir” this and “yes, sir” that. If they feel any sympathy, they don’t show it. They’ll do anything to avoid punishment and flinch at quick movements. Nothing they face on the field is worse than the cards they’ve been dealt. (“I understand, sir/ ma’am. I-I’m sorry.”)

The dissenter -> Usually recruited into the organization or joined as a last ditch option. Not necessarily against using their abilities or skill, they just hate being told what to do. As time goes on and their disobedience is punished over and over again, they grow reluctant. Bitter. With every order, they slip in a snarky comment. Roll their eyes. Anything to assert their own identity. Or what’s left of it. (“ah ah ah, you didn’t think i’d notice? The middle finger was a bit much. I’m afraid it will have to go.”)

The ghost in the machine -> known only by their codename by outsiders and by their number in the organization, they’ve been stripped of all humanity. They live, breathe, and think by their handlers orders. They’ve been told over and over again that they are just a weapon. And a weapon does what it’s told. Their anonymity is attached to the organization in the same way a gun is simply an extension of their arm. But at night they still stare up at the ceiling with a blank stare— did they ever a life before this? They can’t remember. (“It’s not like it’s a person. It doesn’t have feelings like that.”)

[spiritsonic]

watching yu yu hakusho while working did not, in fact, increase my productivity

[firelordes]

my favorite genre of character is icarian sunshine boys who inherited their hearts from the mothers they look like.

[mosylufanfic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Ruescott Melshi, (in a brief cameo) Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, New Years, First Kiss, Fluff, writes and posts this on the day after new years but it's fine Summary:

So far, this isn’t really Cassian’s idea of fun. He’ll concede that maybe he doesn’t really know what that even is at this point in his life, but he’s sure that it isn’t music that’s so loud it’s shredding what nerves he has left, a bar so crowded with mostly unfamiliar people that he still feels like he’s suffocating even standing in the most remote corner of it, and a sense of foreboding panic tightening in his chest more and more the longer this drags on. Going by his phone, there’s still half an hour to midnight — which might as well be an eternity.

Or: Cassian gets dragged to a New Year's party, but maybe there actually is a new beginning in store for him.

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from @astromechs

[ahsteria]

bitches love me for my deeply tragic yearning concealed with boyish mischief

[bobauthorman]

Every good series has...

...An awkward protagonist...

...A goofy goober...

...A wily elder...

...And whatever this is supposed to be.

[grape-souffle]

[sparrowlucero]

Inktober 1: The Storyteller

(Strum, an ichthyornis)