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[a-snake-makes-moodboards]

Holyphone (Stephanie Lauter x Grace Chastity) from Nerdy Prudes Must Die moodboard with dancing and record inspo

requested by: @t4tgempearl, ty for the rq!! hope you like it :)

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song to go with it: 'Take Me To Church' by Hozier

[jils-things]

COMMISSION BY @beeholyshit WKWKWKWKWKKWKKDKKD BEST DECISION I EVER MADE 😭😭😭😭💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 WKWKKSKKKKK WHEN I TELL UUU I WON'T SHUT UP ABT NORTO.NS TROUBADOUR SKIN THIS IS THE MANIFESTATION OF IT😭😭💚💚💚💚💚 HES SO GORGEOUS IN GREEN EHEHEHEHHDRDHDHFGHFHD WAAAAAGHGGGHFGH

[tojiscumdumpster]

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[osamuuu-dzaiii]

“You used corruption believing in me? How beautiful”

Hiii im Osamu Dazai and I’m lonellyyyy talk to me pleaseeeee~~~ especially if ur interested in a double suicide with meee.

pwetty pwease I need an excuse to not do my work so I can piss off my coworkers and my annoying doggg~

hiii I’m the mod for this acc, u can call me sai :3 if there is talking in the tags it’s probably me, I’m just silly like that ig

this is basically just the shit I’d imagine dazai would say on tumblr. also all the spelling mistakes are on purpose because i just don’t think he’d take the time to edit things over. So warning ig for dazai typical suicide shit.

I’m also a major skk shipper soo, yeah if ship content is ever done, it’ll be skk

asks are very very very veryyy welcome. I often don’t have much to do and am very bored, so I wanna hear from youuu. Y’all can basically do whatever idgaf, just don’t b a creep (that’s my job) :3

the Chuuya to my Dazai (literally): @chuuchuu-13

My main: @nugget-child <3

[bryan-writes]

Green smoke and golden smiles— barty crouch jr x reader

Summary: you find yourself at a Gryffindor party, celebrating with Lily and the marauders on a win against Slytherin. Barty decides to crash it, prank the Gryffindors and steal you away to get to know you.

Hufflepuff reader, fluff, Barty calls reader darling and my lady, super cute!

Credit to @strangergraphics-archive for the lovely dividers :)

The Gryffindor common room was alive in a way that only followed a narrow victory against Slytherin. Laughter and voices bounced off the stone walls, and red and gold streamers, charmed to burst into mini-fireworks, spiraled across the ceiling in dizzying loops. Near the bar, which boasted an impressive line-up of Butterbeer, Firewhiskey, and an alarming amount of snacks, Lily Evans was chatting animatedly with you, the token Hufflepuff in the crowd. Your easygoing friendship with Lily had opened doors you’d never anticipated, including one straight into the rowdy, reckless world of the Gryffindors.

You couldn’t help but smile as you glanced around, feeling a familiar, comfortable warmth. James was being his usual self, arm slung around Lily’s shoulders as he tried and failed to impress her with exaggerated retellings of his quidditch heroics. Sirius was close by, grinning and tossing popcorn into Peter’s mouth like it was some kind of game, while Remus sat on the sofa next to you, watching them with a faintly amused smile, occasionally chuckling at your comments and sipping a warm mug of Butterbeer. You were surrounded by friends, wrapped in warmth and cheer, and yet there was something gnawing at the edge of your mind— a sense that tonight wasn’t going to stay peaceful for long.

In the back of your head, you could practically hear the gears of fate turning. After all, a win this close against Slytherin? They wouldn’t let a game this hard fought go without consequence.

And that’s when it happened. The Gryffindor portrait door burst open, the fat lady yelling obscenities as Barty Crouch Jr. strolled in, looking like he had every right to be there. With his classic lopsided grin, he paused at the threshold, one brow arched as he scanned the room with a gaze sharp enough to unsettle even the most stalwart lion. Trailing behind him were a small group of his Slytherin friends, each wearing expressions that ranged from smug to wary as they took in the Gryffindor revelry.

A hush fell over the crowd for a heartbeat. Then, true to Gryffindor form, James leaned toward Sirius with a snort, whispering just loud enough for you to hear, “Since when does Crouch drop by without hexing someone first?”

Sirius grinned, nudging him back. “Just give it a minute.”

Barty, meanwhile, held up his hands, that smirk never leaving his face. “Evening, Gryffindors!” He announced, voice effortlessly cutting through the chatter. “Thought I’d drop by to congratulate you lot on your narrow— and I mean narrow— victory today.”

A few students raised their Butterbeers, chuckling, though Lily rolled her eyes, muttering, “Oh, this should be good…”

He walked right up to her, bowing with an exaggerated flourish. “Lily Evans! Captain of this unruly pride of lions.” His grin widened and his eyes flitted around the group. “A spectacular game, truly. It’s Gryffindors like you who make these matches worth every bit of trouble”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s not all you’re here for,” Lily said, unimpressed but unable to hide her faint smile. Barty’s charm had an annoying way of creeping up on even the most suspicious of people.

You were trying not to laugh when he caught sight of you, and his expression shifted from playful to intrigued, his eyes narrowing just a bit as they took you in. Then, in one smooth motion, he turned from Lily and closed the space between you with a look of casual interest, leaning in just close enough to spark a thrill of excitement in your stomach.

“And who might you be, tucked away here among all these lions?” He asked, eyes gleaming.

“Y/N,” you replied, fighting to keep your tone neutral. “I’m here with Lily.”

”Y/N,” he repeated slowly, as if savoring it. “The one and only Hufflepuff in a den of Gryffindors. Fascinating. Tell me, darling, how does one of your gentle disposition find themselves here, surrounded by all this… ferocity?”

”Just lucky, I suppose,” you quipped, surprised at how easily the words came.

He let out a low chuckle, glancing at the marauders with an amused smirk before looking back at you. “You’re certainly braver than I’d have guessed,” he murmured, a spark of something playful in his eyes. “Though, I’d advise staying close. If I know Gryffindors, there’s bound to be some… retaliation.”

You raised a brow, feigning innocence. “Retaliation? For what?”

He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper that sent a chill down your spine. “Oh, nothing too sinister. Just a little fog to set the mood.”

Before you could question him further, a loud pop echoed through the common room, and in an instant the space was filled with thick, swirling green mist, tinted in unmistakeable colors. There were shrieks and laughter as green fireworks began going off, Gryffindors stumbling blindly, coughing and waving their hands in front of their faces. Even the maraduers were caught off guard, fumbling around in the chaos, yelling and laughing as they tried to locate each other.

In the confusion, you felt a hand slip around yours, warm and steady. You didn’t need to see his face to know it was Barty. With a grin you couldn’t see but could practically feel, he pulled you through the haze and out into the hallway, leaving the chaos behind you.

Once outside, he turned to you, grinning as he gave a mock bow. “My lady, saved from the treacherous fog by none other than yours truly.”

You laughed, catching your breath, swatting at the green powder bound to stain your sweater. “Saved? You started that!”

”Perhaps,” he said, looking infuriatingly pleased with himself, “But you can’t deny I got you out in one piece, can you?”

”I suppose I can’t,” you admitted, unable to stop smiling. “Though, I have to admit, that was… well-executed.”

”I’m a man of many talents, what can I say?” He shrugged, as if leading a stealth operation into the Gryffindor common room was just another day for him. Then, his tone softened, though the mischievous light never left his eyes. “But tell me, Y/N… what are you doing here?”

You crossed your arms, pretending to scrutinize him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to chat me up, Crouch.”

”Trying?” He raised an eyebrow, placing a hand over his heart. “You wound me. Here I thought I was doing a splendid job.”

You laughed, feeling a blush creep up at his confidence. “Maybe you are, just a little.”

”Only a little?” He asked, feigning disappointment. But he was smiling, that lopsided grin that could probably melt ice if it tried. “Well, that’s a start.”

He took a step closer, eyes flickering over you with a hint of genuine curiosity. “It’s not every day I meet someone who can handle a little chaos with such grace. Most would’ve hexed me by now.”

”Maybe I have a soft spot for chaos,” you teased, feeling bolder than usual.

“Oh, dangerous,” he murmured, eyes lighting up. “And here I thought Hufflepuff were all sweetness and sunshine.”

”Well, maybe we are,” you replied, unable to hold back a smile. “But we’re also more than people think.”

At that, he let out a laugh, warm and rich. “I’ll have to remember that.” Then, offering his arm with a wink, he leaned closer. “So, what do you say, darling? Feel like risking another adventure tonight?”

You glanced back toward the common room, where the Gryffindors were slowly recovering from the smoke bomb. The thought of slipping away into a night of spontaneity with Barty felt like a much better way to spend the rest of your evening.

Grinning, you looped your arm through his. “Alright, Crouch. Show me what you’ve got.”

With that, he led you down the hallway, the two of you walking in step as the night stretched out before you, filled with possibility, laughter, and just the right amount of trouble.

[nicksbestie]

tit obsessed chris hcs?

c.s. - tit obsessed(headcanons)

! nsfw content. 16+. i am not responsible for the media you choose to consume on the internet !

~ you can't tell me that your tits aren't chris' favorite parts of you

~ "tits or ass" his answer is obvious

~ his hands are always somewhere near your chest

~ he falls asleep some nights with his head on one and his hand on the other

~ sometimes he'll just lay with his hands under your shirt

~ this man has an oral fixation... he's definitely had his mouth on them when he's fallen asleep before

~ he's obsessed with marking them up

~ every photo you send to him, no matter how much is showing, has him even more obsessed than before

~ he definitely has a liked post/tweet/tiktok from a girl with that quote "why wear a bra when my boyfriend has hands"

taglist <3

@bratzforchris @rafecameronsbitch @jessie-essie @chrislover444 @alastor-konig-kakashi-shoutasimp @mattsfavbigtitties @conspiracy-ash @estapa94 @stqrgirlies-blog @blahbel668 @gwennybenny @sweetsturniolopooks @ifwdominicfike @wiidfi0wer33 @mattsturnswife @dykes4chris @new2024cats4life @shadowthesim @yourenogoodforme @themattgirli @chrisspepsican

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[cupofjoekeery]

Stranger Things fic recommendations

Main fic rec masterlist

⤜♡→Steve Harrington: ⤜♡→Robin Buckley:

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[teenage-queen]

Welcome to my Tumblr <3

Hi my name is Ashley, I'm 21, currently single and a huge Bisexual!

My blog has recently become 18+ as I'm older now and reblogging/posting not so sfw things! My 2nd blog: @dwighty0uignorantslut is even more feral 😉

Plz DNI if you are a minor, racist, homophobic, fat phobic, misogynistic or a straight up asshole tbh...the list could go on but I'll save the trouble.

You will be blocked if you say some weird or creepy shit!!

Please treat me with some respect & like a human when you are in my asks or dms...I am not actually horny 24/7 bc like I have a life & I work a full time job quit asking if i wanna see your d 😂 also don't message me just to talk for 2 seconds and be done like that's lame tbh and if we actually hit it off I'll give you my snap.

I love all things horror/spooky/fall/halloween!

I listen to music 24/7 and there's not much I won't listen to I love tons of different artists and types of music and totally down for suggestions 💜

(My username btw is a 5sos thing iykyk & it's special to me 🥺)

I appreciate all the love when i post ✨️things✨️...it makes me more confident!...with that being said you are welcome to reblog anything (but once again) don't say anything weird or mean bc I will not tolerate it!

My shitpost blog where I mainly reblog memes & stuff that makes me chuckle is: @swee-ten-er so drop in over there for a possible laugh.

Welp idk what else to say but I love you guys!

(Credit to: strangergraphics-archive for the little moth dividers <3)

(Tags I use on my selfies below 😁)

[sanaoria]

Hello, my name is Sana! I am a JJK based blog but am also taking requests for MHA and HxH! You’re all welcome to my blog as long as you remain respectful!

JJK masterlist .ᐟ

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[r-riri]

dont smile - oikawa toru

(credits @strangergraphics-archive for the divider)

word count- 508

angst

"hey hey! iwa my phone" oikawa cried reaching for his blue cladded phone that was now in the steel grip of iwa's hand

"no, i am deleting their contacts right now, im sick of your incessant whining about them, you broke up with them" he seethed angrily, shoving his hand away, already opening oikawa's phone searching for their contacts "really? pretty thing? that what their contacts were? god" iwaizumi judged clicking the information button ready to delete it

"you cant do that, thats a invasion of my private life" oikawa yelled reaching for the phone "what if they need me! what if they cant contact me because of this!" he tried to reason coming up with stupid excuses to leave their number in his phone because he just wasn't ready to actually break the bound they once had stitched so closely together, he wasn't ready to never be able to have a direct line of communication to them at all times

"if its an emergency they can contact the emergency services, and they have plenty of other people they can call" iwa easily bushed the concerns that oikawa had already seeing though his ploy to come up with stupid excuses because he wasn't ready to let it go

"if you wanted to keep this, you shouldnt have broken up with them, but no, things got to real when graduation is around the corner and you are too scared to grow up and face the fact that relationships will have hardships" iwa kept pushing, he was sick and tired of constantly hearing about his stupid relationship and how he was in it for the long run because they were, but then two weeks ago what was stupidly tooth rotting because incessant whining about how the relationship would break apart once he moved to Argentina

oikawa stood there breathing heavily staring at iwa, the anger in his eyes, the sharp stinging anger was enough to remind him of how they looked when he told them he wanted to break up

'i just cant stay with you anymore' he stood out front of their single apartment handing back the key they once gave him so he could enter the apartment when he needed

'the hell do you mean 'ru, i cant believe you're doing this after 3 fucking years, this is ridiculous' they scoffed ripping the key from his hand 'you know what? i hope you get what you dream of in this life but i hope i never hear your name ever again

he remembered the moment all too well, the moment he realised this wasnt some nightmare he had frequently, this was happening. he just broke up with the one person he loved and now they are out with some other guy while he is sitting here begging his best friend to let him keep their phone number because with out it he knows he'd dig himself into a hole that will be inescapable

he needs to get them back, he needs his oxygen again, he needs them back.

[mello0cat]

Himmel x Herbalist elf reader

➳ Afab reader A little angst, Little fluff, Himmel is a little ooc, feminine pronouns (sorry!), Not proofread! Timeline: shortly after defeating the demon king Maybe a little inaccurate as I'm only on the beginning of the 6th episode

➳ *little A/N*

Reader is a elf who is proficient in identifying plants and had learnt some magic to enhance or modify plant growth.

Sorry if the grammer or writing is bad, I'm a little new to fanfic writing,it may feel a little rushed and short, feel free to give me advice, Enjoy <3

Credits to @strangergraphics-archive for the line divider and @mochikofi for the idea to write a fic

A silent Meadow, filled with colorful flowers, the ruins of some ancient fort sits in the center lost to time... The rest of the party had run off somewhere....

The elf was sitting on a piece of fallen rubble, examining a small blue flower and various other plants she picked up on the way

Himmel walked up to the elf, taking a deep breath. After much time debating with himself he had made up his mind, he coughed to get her attention. she was caught off guard and stood up turning to him

"Hm? Is something wrong, Himmel?"

"Nothing... I wanted to give you something"

He placed a flower crown on her head. She tilted her head in confusion, letting out a small "Huh?", She looked at the flower crown on her head and smiled, reaching out her hand to his hair with the blue flower...

As soon as the flower came in contact with his hair, small vines grew from it, intertwined with eachother and more of the flower sprouted all tangled into a small flower crown

He was quite suprised and in awe, the flower looked like blue-moon weed, his favourite flower which used to grow in his hometown, before he could reply, she spoke with a soft smile

"Thank you, for the flowers, they're quite beautiful"

"your welcome, afterall the flowers I pick are the most beautiful"

His voice was smug, but inside he was a mess, he wanted to confess all that he felt for her through the years but he still hesitated, he could feel his face turn hot everytime he looked into her eyes....She noticed something was wrong with him, she reached up to touch his forehead to check for a fever

"Are you feeling okay? your forehead is warm..."

"I-I'm fine!.... really...."

He grew red at the contact, she tilted her head in concern, removing her hand

"Are you sure?... Did you touch any poisonous plants?"

"Wha- No!! I'm fine... look I want to confess something...."

He hesitated before looking at her, holding eye contact, she looked concerned about him

"You do know you can tell me anything... "

He sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder

"Look,..... I... I may have come to develop feelings for you... I love you, okay? For a few years now, More than a friend, a party member, Anything!"

She froze as if all time had stopped, her face faltered, no response...

"Hey!... Please just give me a answer, I'll take it no matter what..."

his tone was desperate, almost pleading her just for a single word, his heart filled with anticipation

She simply looked at the ground and took a deep breath

"....Himmel... you know how this will go right?.... "

"I don't understand... What do you mean?..."

He was confused, looking at her for an explanation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of.... Dread

"Himmel... you're a human, I'm a elf... Time passes way differently for the both of us... I live for thousands of decades if not centuries, while you get a couple more decades, and I'm on the constant move, you wouldn't be able to keep up with me as you grow old while I still stay the same...."

He felt a pang of hurt in his chest as you say those words. he had never thought about that before, the fact that elves lived so much longer than humans, and that he had such a short life in comparison...

"....if we get together... It's going to be full of hardships...."

He listened to her words, he was determined...he knew of the hardships that would come with being in a relationship with you, but he couldn't help but to be selfish... Afterall he loved her, truly

"But... I know, I know it's going to be tough... but I dont care... l dont care about the hardship..

He took a step closer to her

I just... I just want to be with you, no matter what..."

He stepped forward holding her hand, looking at her in the eye, his tone sincere

"...even though it's going to be quite a hard time?"

"I dont care how hard it's going to be...I would go through any hardship, just to be with you..."

He nodded his head, his determination evident in his eyes. he spoke firmly and surely

She considered it for a moment

"If you are truly ready for it... I'm willing to give this a try.... I'll love you as much as it hurts me to watch you wither away with time...."

"It doesn't matter... as long as I get to spend whatever time I have left with you… I'll live happily knowing you love me...."

he could hear the sorrow in your voice, and his heart ached at the thought of the time that you would have to live without him

She looked up at him with a smile

"It may be a small time for me, to you it's a life time..."

He held her hand against his chest

"every moment I spend with you, no matter how short it is, it’s worth everything to me…"

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title: cowboy to the rescue

pairing: nash hawthorne x reader

synopsis: you’re having a panic attack and losing control but nash is there to help you through it

warning: mentions of a panic attack

a/n: thanks for reading 🤍🤍 and sorry it’s a little short, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list

tag list: @tornqdowarnings @whatsamongus @wish-i-were-heather - a very special thank you to you all for wanting to be on my tag list :)

No this couldn’t happen, not here and not now. But it was happening here and now. Your chest is tight and you could feel your palms sweating. Breathe. You try to tell yourself. Just breathe. But you couldn’t. It was like your lungs had lost the ability to and your brain wasn’t functioning as it should. You sink to the floor, now unable to keep yourself up straight, the panic seeping into every pore and cell of your body. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Your heart was thumping loud and fast and out of control. Any faster and you thought it might explode. Your ears begin to ring and you’re aware you’re shaking. Colours and sounds are all blurring into one merged mess and you’re petrified because you can’t get back to normal. You’re begging your brain, sobbing and praying, for normal to arrive again but time and time again your system fails and gives in to an overriding panic.

You felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around you and you’re guided onto someone’s lap. As soon as you smell the blend of smoke, leather and cologne you know exactly who it is and your heart rate slows just a tad. Nash takes your hand into his and gently draws spirals on each of you palms, methodically, rhythmically. He hums a recognisable but undefined tune rocking back and fourth slowly.

“Breathe darlin’,” he whispers in your ear, “I got you.”

But you couldn’t. It wasn’t that easy. Breathing was now seemed the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest.

“C-can’t,” you manage to say, through heaving breaths.

“I know, I know,” he soothes, “I know it’s hard but you have to try, for me okay?”

You nod shakily.

“In,” he instructs, squeezing your hand, “and out,” he says loosening his grip, “your turn now.”

You look into his eyes, showing him the fear and vulnerability written in them. His face softens and he delicately traces a thumb across your jawline. You exhale slowly and take his hand.

“In…. and out. In… and out.”

You squeeze his hand and let go, in a pulsating manner. For every breath in and out, for every hand squeeze, your heart slowed just a little, the knot in your chest loosened slightly.

“You’re doin’ so good darlin’, keep goin’,” he replies, stroking your cheek.

You keep doing the same, little by little. One baby step at a time. You stay in Nash’s strong arms, your hands in one another’s.

“You’re doin’ so well,” Nash tells you, kissing your temple gently, “feeling any better?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“You’re safe,” he murmurs, “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”

His voice was so soothing, so calming.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

He puts his palm over your racing heart, and presses firmly. Not so much as to hurt, but enough to let you know he was there. That he wasn’t leaving. And that’s what you needed. Someone to stay.

a/n: credit to @strangergraphics-archive for the divider

if you want to find more stories like these, why don’t you check out my TIG masterlist ??

[skellymom]

"Vagabonds" Chapter 26

"LOVE AND HOPE"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

To read Chapter 24 & 25 - "SEPARATION & THE NIGHTMARE"

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/764929745333927936/vagabonds-chapter-24-25?source=share

Word Count: 2.3K

Background: The return of a friend. Echo comforts Sil. And, the Batchers are given Thoomie's back story from Uncle Taavi. It's a very unorthodox origin story...and one that I am familiar with when another woman I worked with left her baby behind in a locker room, and the police came to my home for questioning. TO BE CLEAR: This story is NOT an attempt to punch down at any one person in particular. This part of the story, much like a lot of other parts sprinkled into this series is a commentary on SOCIETY overall.

The Batch and Taavi ask an open ended question. One that could be seen as scornful, but instead are blunt questions. They don't judge, only contemplate their own luck. And, the scale of value society sets for life in the galaxy.

For anyone new to this series: "LOVE" is the nonbinary/genderfluid neurodivergent/nonverbal Force sensitive kid of the main OC of this series named Mad. Mad is an older single mother, close to almost 50 years of age (not many older female protagonists in stories, so I decided to make one.)

Warning: swearing, angst and brief mention of a LIVE baby in a dumpster (no worries reader, baby is rescued-NO blood or gore, but brief mention of a "blue baby").

(Credit: Cool dividers by @4ngelic-Wh1spers, @plum98 @strangergraphics-archive Pinterest: Blackstar)

Tech tinkered under the Beldame.  It helped keep his mind off of Hunter’s depression and sadness.  This was the first time Tech and the rest of The Batch had seen Hunter openly cry since...well, probably since that Reg broke Hunter’s nose when they were children. 

Thoomie administered a light sedative to Hunter so he could rest and heal for an hour or two.  Taavi announced he would whip up a meal for them all in the Bar’ge ‘N Go’s cafeteria after he was finished with his duties. 

Now that there was access to more tools, equipment, and parts, Tech would have the ‘Dame up to speed in no time.  And, with Echo researching intel, The Batch could help Mad and Sil locate and retrieve LOVE and Tiggy. 

Tinkering away deep in thought, Tech reflected on how so much had transpired since leaving Kamino, then Ord Mantell. 

It had been a DIZZYING turn of events... 

“Well...look WHO popped up” 

Tech was pulled from his rumination, glanced down recognizing a familiar pair of metal heeled boots... 

His eyes widened. 

Immediately he wheeled out from under the ship and sprang up.  Tech slicked back his hair and dusted of his clothing. 

Pushing up his goggles, Phee Genoa came into focus. 

“Hello Brown Eyes.” She slyly smiled. 

Tech stood there speechless... Say SOMETHING!  But...WHAT??? 

Your hair has a buoyant quality that attracts my attention... 

NO... 

The scent wafting up from your skin excites my senses... 

NO NO.... 

The timber of your voice causes prolierection of the hairs on my arms... 

NO! 

The thought of you quickens my heartbeat, resulting in tachycardia... 

NO!!! 

Phee watched amused at Tech’s internal struggle. 

His face began to flush slightly. 

Phee mused ADORABLE when he’s flabbergasted. 

“Uh...hello.” Tech exhaled, trying to keep his cool. 

“Glad you made it off Ord Mantell.  Didn’t expect to see you here.” 

“I am currently repairing this ship...for a close friend.” 

“Oh?  Looks like Madienne Dax’s ship.” 

“Why...yes...it is...” 

“Close friend, you say?” Phee smirked. 

“Why yes.  She’s been very hospitable with sharing it as a living space.  And preparing meals for consumption...” Tech trailed off. 

Maker, I am rambling He cringed. 

“Sounds cozy.” Phee teased. 

Tech silently analyzed Phee’s words.  Cozy?  Peculiar thing to remark.  I am NOT cozy with Mad... 

Phee stood patiently and watched his brain work it out 

Tech’s eyes widened as he made a realization. 

...OH! 

“I should be clear.” Tech raised an index finger to accentuate his point. “HUNTER is Mad’s boyfriend.” 

Phee giggled.  “Just the person to keep Bandana on his toes!” 

“That she certainly does.” Tech smirked. 

Phee leaned in and her voice softened. “Hey...Brown Eyes?”  

“Yes?” Tech answered 

“I missed you.” She smiled. 

“I missed you as well.” Tech beamed. 

Sil sat in the darkened clinic room alone.  The only light filtered out from the bacta tank where Mad floated silently, sleeping with help of a sedative. 

He refused to leave when Thoomie offered to show him to a room on the barge.  Taavi reassured her Sil would be alright.  Just needed time to spend with his auntie and to sift through his feelings alone.  Uncle Taavi moved a hover stretcher next to the tank for his nephew. 

Sil, now lying upon the stretcher, whispered to his auntie. 

“I feel SO lucky you found me Coruscant.  And thank you for taking me with you and LOVE....glad to have you both as family.  We’ll find them, Mad.  Tiggy too.  These guys are gonna help us.  I can feel it.  Please don’t be so sad.  It will work out...” 

He took a deep breath and exhaled. 

“Then we get away from all this trouble that’s been following everyone.  We find a place to hide out.  LOVE will help you have them babies.  And...maybe...you marry Hunter, huh?  We send out a coded signal.  And, when the rest of our family shows up we have a great big Reunion with a Nomaadi wedding...yeah?  We will all be so happy...” 

Sil wiped a stray tear from his eye and sniffled. 

“We get that ole’ Nomaaddi tattooist to mark Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Hunter...they can officially be part of the Star People Family.  Auntie I want to LIVE...instead of just trying to SURVIVE.” 

Sil gathered his hearts wish hoping it would come true with The Force. 

“Hey...you awake?” 

Sil turned over to see Echo faintly standing in the darkness by the clinic doorway. 

“Yeah...just talking to her.  She can hear me...us, you know.” Sil spoke wistfully. 

“She’s probably very grateful to hear your voice.  Can get pretty lonely in there.” Echo strode over to Sil.  “Hey...Taavi is cooking up his all day, all you can eat breakfast.  Don’t know much about it but sounds promising.  Wanna come eat with us?” 

Sil exhaled wearily “Not very hungry...sorry.  Just want to be alone...with my auntie.” 

Echo’s heart went out to Sil  “No worries.  I’ll bring you something later...ok?” 

Sil nodded. 

Echo headed for the door, then turned with conviction. 

“We’ll find LOVE and Tiggy.  Somehow.  Some way.  Promise.” 

Wrecker emerged from the refresher clean and wearing a fresh change of clothes. 

“Ahhh...good to be in a decent sized shower for once.”  He flopped down on the king-sized comfy bed and eyed Omega sitting on the other one across from him.  “You’re turn.” 

She sighed and snuggled deeper into the pillows. 

“Go get cleaned up, ya smell like musty Bantha Butt!” 

“No I don’t.” 

“Yeah...you do.  If I can smell it, you definitely stink.” Wrecker rolled over and propped himself up with a pillow.  “Besides, you don’t want to gross out Hunter when he’s tryin’ to eat, do ya?” 

Omega perked up slightly “He’ll be eating with us?” 

“Yep.  We’re gonna wheel that hover stretcher right up to the table.  No reason for him to be eatin’ alone.” 

“Is Mad going to be alright?  How are we going to find LOVE and Tiggy.” Omega looked so sad.  It broke Wrecker’s heart. 

“Yes to the first question.  Uncle Taavi told me so.  I believe ‘em.”  Wrecker winked.  The second question...”  Wrecker struggled to answer in a way that would give Omega some hope.  “I...don’t know.  But Echo is trying to figure it out.  If anyone can find ‘em, Echo can...” 

“I miss them...and I’m scared they aren’t safe.” Omega whispered. 

“Me too, Omega.”  Wrecker agreed.  “But we can’t do anything about it right now...on an empty stomach.”  He tried to put on a silly face to hide is concern. 

Omega looked skeptical. 

“C’mon...get in the refresher.”  Wrecker negotiated.  “Sooner you clean up, sooner we go eat with Echo and find out if he has any leads.” 

Omega dragged herself off the bed and slowly made her way to the refresher.

“What is Thoomie’s  story” Tech inquired 

The Batchers and Uncle Taavi sat comfortably at a large booth.  Echo had wheeled Hunter into the cafeteria on a hoverchair.  He was healing quickly with a bacta wrap over the sutured area, but still advised to stay off his feet for another standard day.  Echo parked the chair at the table so Hunter could eat with the group. 

A HUGE spread of breakfast food, served all hours during one rotation, sat in front of them.  Omega, Hunter, Echo, Tech, and Wrecker heartily filled their bellies while conversing with Mad’s Nomaadi Uncle. 

At the opposite end of the cafeteria in the game room section a menagerie of droids loudly and happily cavorted with several Tooka kitties. 

“Little Thoo?”  Uncle Taavi flamboyantly waved his hand smiling.  “Well... found her!” 

“A street urchin on some Outer Rim planet, huh?”  Hunter probed, sipping his Meilroon juice. 

Taavi calmly shook his head “Nah, on the bottoms of Coruscant...in a DUMPSTER.” 

Hunter dramatically spit his drink out onto the table.  “Eh...apologies.” He sputtered. 

Omega, ever ready to help her brother, stepped in “It’s ok, Hunter.  I’ve got it.” 

Taavi didn’t miss a beat and tossed a handful of napkins onto the mess and kept speaking.  He gesticulated animatedly no matter whatever the topic of conversation. 

“Yeah...so I got tip about a buncha slightly used but primo ship parts being tossed out for garbage pickup.  Just picked up and hoofed it down there right away.  I ain’t one to let somethin’ valuable go to waste!” 

Echo and Tech were transfixed, caf cups raised, watching this man so casually speak about something so...personal.  Hunter refilled his glass with juice.  Wrecker listened intently while shoveling food in his mouth like it might get away.  Omega absent mindedly wiped the table slowly with the napkins while watching Taavi tell his story. 

“Landed, hiked into the bottoms, found the right location, then hopped right into that dumpster and went to diggin’ through all the stuff people don’t want no more of.  Shit...” Taavi threw his head back and laughed “ALL the stuff the rich up at the top of Coruscant just casually throw out ‘cause they got that money to burn.”   

Taavi other hand shot out and rubbed his fingers together.  “LOTS of ‘garbage’ they would call it...the good stuff.  The people at The Bottoms don’t have nothin’ much ta part with.  They keep as much as they got...which is pretty little.” 

Omega kept slowly, absentmindedly wiping the table.  Hunter sipped his juice.  Wrecker shoveling in food.  Tech and Echo sitting motionless...still haven’t sipped their caf YET! 

Taavi still gesticulating, as if conjuring the story with his hands.  “THEN I hear a noise.  Well...my nosy self thinks it some Tooka diggin’ in that dumpster for some food.  ‘Dem poor little kitteh’s start explorin’ around in there, and then the garbage just caves in on ‘em...and they can’t get out.”  Taavi was intense during this part.  REALLY committed to giving every Batcher at that table a glimpse of how terrified Taavi felt about it. 

“So’s, I dig down and find this backpack...in more than middlin’ condition I might add.  Open it up...like YOU do...” 

The amazement of what must have been on Taavi’s face at the time of the story shone brightly. 

“...and... there SHE was!  This sweet little baby, struggling to breathe, BARELY alive...NO LARGER THAN MY HANDS...” 

Taavi holds out both of his calloused hands.  A poor workman’s hands with starship grease in the worn creases and under his fingernails. 

His face then turned pensive.  “And I think to myself...WHO DOES THAT???” 

The Batchers sat transfixed...stunned. 

“So’s, I took that backpack with that perfect little girlie home with me.  Told myself ‘Taavi, you done found a little gift right in that there dumpster.” 

Omega wiping, wiping.  Hunter sipping.  Wrecker eating.  Echo and Tech motionless. 

Taavi leaned across the table at them, raising his voice “AND SHE WAS BLUE!  BLUE I TELL YA!!!”  Strugglin’ for breath but holdin’ on like a real trooper.  That ship parts tip...that right there was a SIGN!”  Taavi’s index finger stabbed down RIGHT on top of the moist napkins Omega was using to wipe the table.  

Omega stops wiping.  Then Taavi stabs his finger down repeatedly with every other word to DRIVE HOME HIS POINT. 

“The FORCE wanted me to find that little dumplin’ and take care of her!"

Taavi finally takes his hand away from the table, gesturing randomly towards the doorway, where in the heart of the ship Thoomie was treating another client who had arrived needing rudimentary medical attention. 

“You all have seen her now. Happy and healthy as a lee Romay clam!” Taavi smiles tenderly, a glimmer of tears glaze his eyes.  Eyes of love and gratitude for his girl. 

Hunter sees Taavi’s eyes and suddenly struggles to hold back his own glimmer of tears.  Omega gave up on the napkins and picks up her Star Cake.  Echo sits still like a Dugardugar in the Marauder’s headlights.  Wrecker chews... 

Tech... lump in his very composed, logical throat slides his plate of Bantha Bacon and Star Cakes slowly over to Wrecker...who silently takes the plate.  “Apologies...I am NO longer famished...” 

Taavi realizes the impact his story has on the group.  He empathizes with them.  Shared quite a bit just the first day of meeting.  But he felt a closeness with them.  And... Mad doesn’t just make friends with ANYONE...well a particular one was a mistake, but that’s just ONE.  She’s discerning...or she wouldn’t be alive.  The Force whispered to him that The Batchers are discerningly loyal and trustworthy.  Two things worth mineral backing credits to the Nomaadi. 

“Oh, PAL, it’s all A-okay!  My Little Thoo is doin’ GREAT!!!  Don’t let ole’ Uncle Taavi’s story get to ya.”  Taav’s head snaps down to the empty caf carafe on the table.  “Oh GEEZ, what kinda host am I?  Let me get ya a refill!” 

He pops up from the booth and scurries over to the Bar’ge ‘N Go counter for a fresh pot.  The Tooka kittens mob him and he cheerfully ladles eggs and meat from a pan into several bowls.  They mill around happily as he sets the bowls onto the floor. Then belly laughs in pure joy while they fall over one another to get to the food. 

The Batchers sit with everything Taavi said for a while.   

Hunter finally breaks the silence “SOMEONE PUT THEIR CHILD IN A DUMPSTER???” His face is grief stricken. 

Echo mused quietly.  “Makes our childhood look almost like an amusement park ride.” 

Wrecker had NOTHING to say.  He silently enjoyed the contents of Tech’s plate...spacing out...clinging onto the flavors and textures in his mouth, along with the present-day image of a very small, yet healthy and happy teen.  The food helped to push the image of a tiny baby barely clinging to life...barely old enough to cling to any HOPE of salvation from their situation out of his mind... 

Omega takes a bite of her Star Cake, sadly remembering all the very young clones the Kaminoan’s euthanized when they didn’t meet up with their exacting expectations...names and numbers the 99’s had never knew briefly existed... 

Tech could only make a VERY true, yet sad statement.  “WE were CONSIDERED valuable...” He stared into the bottom of his caf cup.  “Apparently...there are many MORE in the galaxy who fail to reach even close to that arbitrary standard...” 

CHAPTER 27 TO ARRIVE SOON!

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[a-snake-makes-moodboards]

Peter Spankoffski from Nerdy Prudes Must Die moodboard with ocean, jellyfish, moss and ocean at night inspo

requested by: no one, self indulgent :3 x x x x x x x x x

[divider creds: @strangergraphics-archive]

(images not credited were found on Google images)

Song to go with it: ‘me’ by weirdo girl @moodmoodthecrabking

[that-dam-heartstopper-fan]

welcome to set!! For all 200 of my followers!!!

Please sit down and enjoy the show

THANK YOU ALL!!! I CANT BELIEVE THERE ARE SO MANY OF YOU THAT DONT THINK IM THAT ANNOYING :))

I LOVE AND CARE ABOUT ALL OF YOU!! Thank you for giving me encouragement and support. You all are amazing!

I love you all sm and appreciate every single one of you!! You are great and amazing and wonderful- never forget that!

Here are some- hopefully- fun things to celebrate this!!

intro post!

Percy jackson set- for anyone on set

Percy- I’ll have my playlist on shuffle and give you the fist song to pop up

Annabeth- send me a character from any fandom (that im apart of) and I will give you my honest opinion on them

Nico- gimme a color and I’ll tell you the first thing that comes to mind

Will- gimme a name and I’ll tell you my thoughts on it!

Jason- I’ll give you a compliment or encouragement

Piper- gimme a word and I’ll give you the first picture my Pinterest shows me when I search that word

Leo- ask me any question and I’ll answer (no irl name or address or school)

Frank- gimme a ship (from a fandom I’m apart of) and I’ll tell you my honest opinion on it

Hazel- I’ll give you a pic of one of my own paintings

Could you tell I was running out of ideas? I didn’t have another idea for Rayna- if you have one, let me know.

Heartstopper set- for vips (moots only please)

Nick- go on anon and give me a few clues and I will try to guess who you are!

Charlie- I’ll give you my honest opinion on you

Darcy- I’ll tell you what I think we would do if we spent one day together irl

Tara- gimme a type music you like and I’ll give you a song you might like (warning I’m kinda bad at depicting what kind of genre is what)

Elle- I’ll give you a character I associate with you

Tao- gimme a few words about you and I’ll make you a mood board

Isaac- I’ll give you a truth or dare

could you tell I was running out of ideas?

I hope you have lots of fun!! And thank you again for 200 followers!!

you can send in as many as you want- there’s no limit :)

credits:

@strangergraphics-archive - for the film divider

@saradika-graphics - for the Percy Jackson dividers

@k1ssyoursister - for the leaves divider

@bleep-bloop-boo and @fairyycoffin - this is heavily inspired by their follower events (GO CHECK BOTH OF THEIRS OUT!! THEY ARE AMAZING!!)

@boba-pearl - thanks for helping out with ideas!!

[creepy-crawly-connoisseur]

Praying Mantis

Mantis religiosae

The Praying Mantis can be identified by its typically bright green coloring and long, skinny body. It is commonly found in environments around moist and vegetation-rich areas such as forests and gardens.

Like most mantids, the Praying Mantis is a solitary insect and prefers to hunt alone.

The Praying Mantis is an carnivore and typically feeds on small insects, including flies, moths, spiders and crickets, but has been know to fight (and eat) small animals like, lizards, birds, frogs etc.

Some of its predators are birds, spiders, hornets, and lizards.

Fun fact: Praying mantises have exceptional eyesight and can rotate their heads 180 degrees.

Contrary to popular belief, The Praying Mantis is (currently) not listed as endangered, and is generally beneficial to the environment as it helps control the population of pests.

The Praying Mantis can be known to have parasitic relationships with horsehair worms (praying mantis-host, horsehair worm-parasite)

The stealth movements of the praying mantis have made it a symbol of meditation and contemplation. In China, the insect has long been honored for its mindful movements; It never makes a move unless it is certain that is the right thing to do.

it is not advisable to handle a Praying Mantis without proper training as they have a strong bite and can cause pain to humans if mishandled. However, they are generally not aggressive towards humans and will only defend themselves when provoked.

My person rating: 5/5 ★★★★★

I love mantids, they are extremely unique creatures and are one of my favorite bugs to keep and observe!

(Keep in mind this rating is just my personal opinion, you can feel differently about the praying mantis, There is no correct answer for how to feel about bugs!)

Thanks for reading and happy bug spotting! if you've got any questions or just want to chat bug stuff feel free to comment or dm me!

If i missed something or messed up a fact please comment and correct me!

Credits:

I believe both Dividers are from @strangergraphics-archive