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blackthornass Ā· 5 months ago
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Do not apologize for reblogging the Luke Atmey post. It was made for us Luke Atmey Enjoyers
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stealingpotatoes Ā· 2 years ago
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ā€œponcho: jedi master editionā€ is such a good and necessary cal kestis form, seeing him attempt to teach a gaggle of padawans is simply the best thing i could imagine. i hope they also roast him sometimes in true middle schooler fashion <3
ok so i drew this AGES ago (way before the other post) and I think this counts as an excuse to post it! they probably do accidentally roast him a little but one of the ways they forget compassion in lieu of middle schooler "dont care about adults" is:
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uh-i-think-its-frank Ā· 2 months ago
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Thinking about Luke Skywalker
iā€™ve just been thinking about ESB Luke and NEED to share my thoughts/headcanons.
inexperience | slight somnophilia if u squint | smut MDNI
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āŸ” ANH & ESB Luke is a total sweetheart in bed.
āŸ” I honestly donā€™t exactly think heā€™s totally innocent, I think heā€™s at least done it once or twice with maybe his first and only girlfriend or even a close friend who suggests they could be each other's firsts when theyā€™re teenagers. But I think his couple of experiences are short-lived and a little awkward, so heā€™s not super confident or knowledgeable with sex and itā€™s probably been a year or two since his last experience, having been so occupied with the Rebellion.
āŸ” So I think when you guys first get together and start hooking up, heā€™s very shy and even nervous about his lack of experience.
āŸ” He wouldnā€™t last long at first, he may even finish just from some heavy petting or clothed grinding and heā€™d be so blushy and embarrassed, maybe burying his head in your shoulder or not being able to meet your gaze at first. But when you earnestly reassure him that itā€™s ok and that you donā€™t mind and get ready to climb off him and resume whatever it was you two were doing before you both got carried away, heā€™d stop you and complain that you didnā€™t finish and bashfully offer to get you off in return.
āŸ” I think that this guy is a GIVER. I think he would love to learn about your body and what makes you feel good and where to touch to get a reaction from you. Heā€™d be unsure at first, asking you if what he was doing was ok or if he could touch you here or there (consent KING fr) but eventually heā€™d be able to pick up based on your reactions (or maybe even through the Force) what you like or donā€™t like and heā€™d get quite good at getting you off simply because heā€™s found that he enjoys it.
āŸ” I think he loves being between your legs. Not necessarily just to give head, but I think he enjoys watching while he fingers you, slowly and curiously. Being between your thighs means he can watch his fingers disappear into you whilst also seeing your face contorted in pleasure or watching your body writhe in response to what heā€™s doing.
āŸ” I think knowing that he can earn this reaction out of you fills him with pride and I think that pride fuels him. He gets off on it. Heā€™d probably even get a bit cocky after spending enough nights with you to know exactly what you like, smirking in satisfaction when he curls a finger a certain way that makes you arch your back while he circles your clit with his thumb.
āŸ” My personal favourite idea though, is that he likes morning sex. Maybe youā€™re on the Falcon (much to Hanā€™s dismay) or scandalously sharing a bed on a Rebel base (after sneaking into his quarters in the middle of the night) and he stirs from his slumber, eyes half opening and he realises that itā€™s still early and that he could close his eyes and get maybe an extra hour of sleep, so he turns to his side to curl up against your back, becoming the big spoon.
āŸ” You stir as well, stretching a little and smiling at the feeling of his body heat, snuggling further into him and you accidentally rub your ass against the erection he woke up with but paid no mind to. A pleasant spark runs through you when you feel it in your sleepy haze and you sigh in satisfaction.
āŸ” Luke, still half-aware will buck into you in response, not even fully realising it at first until you push yourself up against him again, encouraging him and stirring him from his daze.
āŸ” Itā€™ll be lazy grinding at first, his hands will roam your body and even cup your breast, heā€™ll either bury his nose into your hair or shoulder or maybe heā€™ll start kissing your neck, hand gripping at your body to brace himself as his hips grind harder against you.
āŸ” Maybe, eventually, youā€™ll both lower your pants (or maybe youā€™re both already naked depending on what you guys were doing the night before) and heā€™ll slide his cock between your thighs, not even entering you, just enjoying the way his shaft feels surrounded by the plush of your thighs, finding that theyā€™re offering the perfect amount of pressure around him to have him groaning softly into your hair. As he moves his hips, your slick will coat him and eventually, heā€™ll be sliding against your skin with ease, head of his cock teasing your clit every time he moves his hips forward, driving you crazy with the slow pace. Heā€™ll probably start toying with one of your nipples while his nibbles at your neck, making you gasp and grip at his hair as his tip repeatedly, slowly drags against your clit.
āŸ” Maybe youā€™re both happy to get off this way, not intending on even having sex but when he moves his hips again and his tip catches your entrance for just a moment before slipping forward again, you both groan in delight, pleasantly surprised at the feeling.
āŸ” Heā€™ll grip your hip and angle his pelvis differently to enter you, making you both sigh in content. He enters easily, thanks to the foreplay and he begins moving slowly, lazily. Thereā€™s no rush and he is mostly just revelling in the feeling of you around him, enjoying the way it feels to slide in and out of you gently.
āŸ” I think heā€™d dip his hand between your thighs, bury his head in your shoulder and begin circling your clit while bucking into you. Itā€™s not as precise as usual and he may lose his place a few times but he still wants you to feel good, so heā€™ll make sure his fingers find it again to keep you going. While his hand is working on you, heā€™ll brace his forearm so that your hips are still in place as he thrusts into you, pace picking up but theyā€™re still sloppy and tired, just needier.
āŸ” I think heā€™d start getting close when you become more vocal and start moving against him, chasing your own high. Heā€™d aid you, trying to focus extra hard on making sure his fingers arenā€™t losing their place and they stay circling you perfectly, bringing you closer to your climax.
āŸ” I think when your orgasm hits and you begin pulsing around him is when heā€™ll finally finish. Heā€™d start whining as his own climax grows near and then heā€™ll groan softly as he finishes, still bucking his hips as he rides out his high.
āŸ” I think heā€™d probably stay inside you as you drift back off to sleep or heā€™d withdraw reluctantly so that you can get into comfier positions to drift off again, placing loving kisses on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.
āŸ” Or maybe youā€™d both sit there, wrapped up in each other in a daze for a short amount of time until you eventually start giggling at what youā€™d both just done. His chest would rumble against your back as he breathes out a chuckle along with you, smiling into your hair as you intertwine your fingers and lean into him, feeling more awake as you both teasingly tell each other good morning.
āŸ”Heā€™d probably let out a hearty laugh after you say something about starting the day off with a bang but he wouldnā€™t be able to help scrunching his nose, still a little unused to talking so openly about sex.
āŸ” Youā€™d leave his room first, kissing him goodbye sweetly after cuddling all morning to go to your room to get ready for the day before heading to the common area, a pep in your step that wasnā€™t there the day before.
āŸ” Leia probably wouldnā€™t notice, or if she did, sheā€™d brush it off without thinking much of it.
āŸ” But Han would look up from cleaning his blaster and see the look on your face and squint suspiciously, eyebrows furrowing as he silently debates whether heā€™s assuming correctly or not.
āŸ” His suspicions would be confirmed when Luke emerges from the hall to stand beside you, hair sticking up everywhere as he adjusts his tunic, a dumb smirk on his face.
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aroaceleovaldez Ā· 7 months ago
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full on feel like pjo tv s2 is not gonna hold up so they need to drag as much attention to the series as they can by using nico as a sock puppet w tsats2
im fully expecting the show to go the way of the movies. it doesnt help Sea of Monsters is almost unanimously the least favorite book of the first series. People frequently forget it even exists or what happens in it, especially more casual fans.
Heck, just look at how little fanfare the second season has gotten so far as compared to the build up to s1. I wouldn't be surprised if s2 totally flops. It would be a little funny.
#pjo#riordanverse#pjo tv#pjo tv crit#tsats 2#Anonymous#ask#im still sad theyre beating every dead horse in the franchise they can EXCEPT for the graphic novels#the poor graphic novels arent getting advertised AT ALL and the BoO one got cancelled#like. the graphic novels would actually be probably one of the best advertising avenues!#like. hey! you dont need to write a whole new book! just remind people of previous books and give them a way to refresh on it#and given how the first couple of graphic novels were a different artists i could totally see them doing a second version#just to make them all consistent. thatd make sense and be reasonable.#the show has also already kind of trapped itself in a corner in a couple of ways#for one they kind of screwed themselves over failing to plan for the actors. yknow. ageing.#Walker is already taller than like. most of the cast. Percy's gonna be TOWERING over Luke by TLO#i think the main trio is all like almost 16 already? and we're only on s2. its gonna be rough. they didnt think about it. they didnt plan.#also with how theyve been messing with plot and characterization theyre VERY quickly going to start running into hurdles#because they dont seem to understand the more you change earlier on. the less the later stuff will work without also needing change#because. it's dependent on what comes before. so we will very quickly be requiring either MASSIVE canon divergence or a lot of retcon#and retcon in the show is going to be VERY OBVIOUS#though i stand by itll be so funny if they solve too much too quickly in s2 just like the movies and it just ends on#''wait. crap. what are we going to do for s3 now. we solved too much too early. they have nothing to do''
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bright-eyes-strawberry-lies Ā· 7 days ago
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For my time loop idea: I wonder if it's possible for Percy to save Luke from Kronos possession with the power of love. And be able to take Kronos out of him without killing Luke. Though what happens after would be crazy too. Would Percy need to give up his one wish from the gods to spare Luke's life? If so, I hope Luke and Percy could be able to run away and live happily in Alaska. But maybe the gods won't kill Luke, maybe put him on probation in the care of Percy Jackson?
Pre-Possession, there are a ton of ways that Percy could save Luke from Kronos. Mostly by staying out of the fucking way. I mean, every time Kronos tried to get out of Tartarus without killing anyone, Percy was there to stop him. Even outside of the canon ways Kronos tried to revive himself, there's also, like, Daedalus to consider. Daedalus who is a friend of Luke's (or at least finds him charming), who has been making bodies for himself for centuries? Yeah. Probably could have whipped something up for Grandpa Kronos.
Post-Possession, some options are:
The power of love giving Luke the strength he needs to kick Kronos from his body.
Physically removing Kronos from Luke's body (like what I did in this fic).
Removing Kronos via some sort of exorcism/spiritual ritual
Charms and magic to put Kronos to sleep and allow Luke to have his autonomy back. (wait I'm going to write a fic about this, I just decided)
Percy using his gift from the gods to wish Kronos away (although tbh I'm not completely convinced they're powerful enough to get rid of Kronos)(also it's not like Percy's wish did anyone any good at all so like, might as well use it to bring his boyfriend back to life)
Transfering Kronos to some other body (imagine how annoying it would be to have Kronos as a housecat or something).
Considering that the gods are unforgiving in 99% of circumstances, I don't think that Luke stands much chance of being allowed to walk free. If Percy wanted to keep Luke safe and not his prisoner/slave, they'd probably have to run away.
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edge-oftheworld Ā· 4 months ago
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I donā€™t really talk about it much on here because Iā€™m extremely lucky to be able to understand exactly whatā€™s going on in my body, but itā€™s scary to live for years as someone who Gets Things Done in a way your peers donā€™t really understand, be putting effort into so many things you care about, and then suddenly lose the ability to do not only that but also basic tasks overnight after a deadline, and bit by bit after many. itā€™s scary getting really irritable sometimes to the point of violence, just when you were meant to be celebrating the rewards from your hard work, the only impact of the work you did that you can see is that you overdrafted your ability to do anything. including have a basic conversation without getting grumpy or crying. and your body is going to make you pay it back with interest, you already know that, but you donā€™t know how to start filling yourself back up. youā€™ve only ever enjoyed being on the grind, hard at work on exciting things.
I donā€™t know how many of you have been through the kind of burnout thatā€™s years of needing 12hrs of sleep a night but with terrible insomnia, waking up to what feels like a hangover for weeks on end with little relief then rinse and repeat without having a single drink, feeling too sick to eat and needing to exercise to emotionally regulate but being unable to, anxiety that doesnā€™t come from worry but youā€™ll pick that up too at some point, dissociating every time you try to do mentally taxing tasks that youā€™re PAID for so it takes an hour of grounding yourself just to get five minutes worth of productive concentration, falling asleep the minute you feel a little safe by being in the presence of loved ones. but I suspect Iā€™m not the only one.
Iā€™ve had songs for the energetic and angsty times leading up to this. for the exasperated times and the brain fog and the times where all my limited energy is tied up in feeling things. that I need to, need to acknowledge, but itā€™s overwhelming and I live in a haze for weeks as a result of. songs telling of the kind of youth I wish I had, even when I was sold something else. songs for the months spent as a teenager trying to be there for my friends, worrying for them, distracting me from worrying for myself, trying to cling on to positivity and hope amongst it when I had to choose to make a discipline of always seeing that. Iā€™ve had songs for healing and when healing is harder than expected and songs that have the right level of musical complexity to capture the layers of everything thatā€™s happening in my head, making it sound good, telling me itā€™s gonna be okay.
I donā€™t know how I could ever say thank you for this. but I do know that I see parts of myself in the people behind these songs, of course I do, and I worry for them as a result and ache for them because itā€™s hard enough to feel this way when no one knows me or feels the need to control me or mould me into what they think I should be. Iā€™d do anything to keep them all healthy and happy and all of their loved ones too and I donā€™t think itā€™s strange as a fan to take that seriously. I hope we can understand the need to treat them gently, and to while not questioning their privacy and the fact that theyā€™re never going to tell us everything they go through, listen to our intuition when we catch something we relate to and treat what theyā€™ve shared with us or hinted at with the dignity we would if someone we love told us something vulnerable. be kind in our expectations and be intentional in the fan culture we create because it does make its way back to them.
and the same goes with all of you. weā€™re bonding over the same things. I know a lot of this fandom is in the stage where interpersonal relationships are hard. we donā€™t mean to be grumpy of frustrated but we are. and Iā€™m sending love to all of you. we can get through this together. itā€™s what theyā€™ve always longed for isnā€™t it?
#thoughts after how worried Iā€™ve been recently. since june I think#Iā€™d love to start a conversation in this fandom about the connection im newly discovering between burnout and mental illness and fatigue#in a way we can be positive about these things and be there for each other without calling anyone to confirm if we interpret some songs#to represent experiences that may or may not be theirs because it doesnā€™t matter in the end. we have these songs and if you get it you get#weā€™ve all been clocked as ā€˜not feeling very wellā€™ recently anyway so. it doesnā€™t need to be specific. but we do need to be kind#like hey. artist. I donā€™t know exactly what youā€™re going through to have written these songs that mean this to me. but Iā€™m here for you#fill in the blanks. all weā€™ve got are our stories to share. I hope mine helps us understand and be a little kinder to those who need it#without thinking we can judge who we think needs it. but rather default to kindness and in the case of musicians etc that means patience#it means we learn together. what it means to connect and have boundaries and the boundaries they might like to have#anyway Iā€™ve not said who these songs are by so if you reblog and wanna tag another artist thatā€™s g Iā€™ve got a few by several others as well#but I know this fandom. I know this band and I know exactly why I worry for each band member though Iā€™m not gonna say here. just. take care#5 seconds of summer#5sos#luke hemmings#ashton irwin#calum hood#michael clifford#exact experience of burnout I have talked about is that of someone with adhd and a pda profile and some form of bipolar#which may be a product of pda profile things or not. these arenā€™t the only diagnoses Iā€™d likely fit but they are the ones that explain the#story and have guided me to understand how to recover and Iā€™m doing that bit by bit. and if you want me to tell you how please ask#but Iā€™m not advertising it cause thatā€™s weird Iā€™d sound like a scammer if I did. even if when Iā€™m hypomanic I think I can heal everyone
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disasterbiwriter Ā· 11 months ago
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You already know I want to read about what happens the first time Jess gets sick and how Luke handles it šŸ˜…
As he has every morning since he brought Jess home six weeks ago, Luke wakes up at 3 AM.
It's not terribly far off from his standard 4 AM wake-up-and-meet-the-bread-guy schedule, but given that he hasn't been falling asleep until midnight most of those nights, a victim of sky-high anxiety and a mental to-do list that feels as long as his leg, it feels a little insulting that his body won't permit him to at least sleep until his alarm goes off.
He tries to focus on his breathing in hopes that he'll ease himself back to sleep for another blessed twenty minutes, but the minute his eyes close again, he becomes aware of the barest pressure on the edge of his blanket.
Luke cracks open one eye to see his three-year-old nephew standing next to him, all bedhead and solemn dark eyes.
"Hey Jessy," he croaks. He pushes up on an elbow. "What's up, bud?"
Jess shrugs and doesn't say anything. Not unusual - he's still shy around Luke, warming up by degrees day after day.
"Did you have a bad dream?" Luke tries.
Jess shakes his head.
Luke hesitates, not sure what to do next, then finally tries, "Do you want to come up here and try to go back to sleep?"
That's all it takes. Jess scrambles up the side of the bed and wedges himself firmly against Luke's ribcage. Luke is instantly on the verge of tears.
It's the first time Jess has ever reached out to touch him first.
Luke thinks he's in for it now, an hour of wiggles and kicking, but Jess drops back to sleep immediately. It's impressive, his ability to konk out like that. Luke envies it. Jess's little mouth drops open and the tight fist he has clutched up under his chin relaxes.
Moving centimeters at a time, Luke lowers himself back down on the mattress and gently reaches down to stroke Jess's hair. He breathes in the little boy's sleepy, sweaty scent, which has become so familiar to him he wonders how he ever did without it before. Luke frowns, then dips his head closer and takes another deep breath.
Jess smells... wrong. His normal, sweet, little-boy smell is still there, but he also smells mildly of something vaguely sour and phlegmy. Luke frowns and gently presses the back of his hand to Jess's forehead. A little sticky, maybe, and warm, but not unduly so.
Hm.
"He... smells sick?"
Luke tries to keep his voice level, but Jess's preschool teacher, Ms. Marian, sounds like she thinks he's nuts, and frankly Luke's temper is its own beast even when people aren't treating him like he's crazy.
He counts backwards from ten, then says, "I just figure keeping him home today is the right way to go. If he's better tomorrow, he'll be back then."
Luke stays on high alert for the rest of the day, taking Jess's temperature every hour or so, chasing the little boy down as he wanders through the diner. It's normal all day, and Jess is himself: tactile, curious, still quiet but getting bolder the longer he lives with Luke. Luke, on the other hand, is exhausted from trying to keep up with regular business and making sure that Jess doesn't climb into a bag of flour.
"But imagine how you'd feel if you'd sent him to school and he was sick," Lorelai says that afternoon when he admits that he feels like a mother hen. She's moving through the diner in this balletic way, delivering meals, bussing tables, plucking up one of Jess's crayons to add eyebrows to the monster they are drawing piece by alternating piece. It's starting to look uncomfortably like Taylor Doose, and Luke is certain this is not a coincidence.
"I guess," he grumbles.
"You gotta go with your gut. But guts can be famously hard to interpret." She rubs one hand over her stomach, stretching her face comically and bringing a giggle out of Jess. "Sometimes I think my gut is telling me one thing, but really it's just saying it needs one of Luke's brownies."
"Brownies?" Jess asks hopefully.
Luke shakes his head and checks the register one last time - plenty of singles, quarters, and dimes. "After dinner," he tells Jess. He comes out from behind the counter and angles his nephew towards the stairs. "Tomorrow?" he asks Lorelai.
"It's only a dayyyyy awayyyyy!" she carols after him.
They eat dinner and Jess happily scarfs down the promised brownie. Luke gives him a bath and sniffs his head again (still a little sour), so he washes his hair twice. They read I Am a Bunny once and The Monster at the End of this Book one and a half times (Luke's Grover voice was apparently unsatisfactory in the first attempt) and by the time Jess is asleep, Luke is halfway there himself. He strips and showers and collapses into bed and is asleep before The Arsenio Hall Show.
So when he jolts awake in the middle of the night, fully alert, he assumes it's because he went to bed so blessed early. He glances at the clock: half past twelve. So then what...
The sharp bark that rings out through the apartment pulls him immediately out from under his quilt and to his feet. A seal, he is convinced there is a seal in the apartment. What the hell kind of dream...?
The seal calls again, but this time Luke registers it for what it is. Not a seal, a cough.
He turns on his bedside lamp and squints across the room. There's Jess, sitting up in bed, curled over like an apostrophe. His back is turned towards Luke, and the sharp, barking coughs shake his little frame.
"Oh buddy," Luke murmurs. He palms the thermometer and crosses over to Jess, dropping into a crouch in front of his nephew.
He instinctively touches his wrist to Jess's forehead and hisses in a breath. "Hey Jessy," he says softly, trying for calm, "open up your mouth and let's take your temperature, huh?"
Jess coughs again - it sounds so deeply uncomfortable that it makes Luke want to cough in response. "No, Unca Luke," he whispers - or Luke thinks he's whispering. He realizes a split second later Jess is so hoarse his voice can't get any louder. "My neck hurts," he says now. "Inside." He swipes at his nose, smearing snot across his little cheeks. It's a testament to his two months as a parent that Luke doesn't gag.
"Ahh. Sore throat, huh? Okay then." Luke settles for wedging the thermometer under Jess's armpit, feeling like the lowest dog in the dirt when Jess whimpers that it's cold. They sit for a few moments until Luke pulls out the thermometer and reads it.
101.3.
"Shit," Luke whispers. "Shit."
"Unca Luke, it's too cold." And like a flipped switch, Jess starts shivering so hard it makes his pearly little teeth chatter.
Luke's head swims. "Well, we can do something about that," he lies. He takes Jess's comforter and wraps the little boy up in it, scooping him up into his arms and bundling him against his chest.
In between spikes of panic, Luke manages to get Jess to take a dose of Junior Tylenol, all the while running through the list of options.
Call the pediatrician and leave a message with his service - no idea when he'll call back. Take Jess to the emergency room in Hartford - Luke hates the idea of Jess shivering and crying in the backseat for that long. Call someone - Cesar? Lorelai? - to drive them to the emergency room so he can sit with Jess. He's pretty sure nobody signed up to play ambulance service for their boss and his nephew when he hired them.
All the while Jess is still shivering against Luke's chest, no energy to do anything except cough and wheeze, while Luke spirals closer and closer to a full meltdown.
God, if things weren't already bad enough, Jess's cough is getting so sharp and acute that Luke is starting to get properly scared. Every cough makes his pulse rocket, every whistle from Jess's little lungs is enough to make him choke down tears. His whole body aches to do something, anything to help the little boy.
Suddenly, he finds himself remembering a night not unlike this one: waking up in the wee hours in his childhood home on Peach to the sound of a sharp cough and his mother's soothing voice. He followed the sounds to the bathroom he and Lizzy shared to find her sitting on their mother's lap, the hot water running in the shower, the room tropically steamy.
"Lizzy's got a touch of the croup, is all," his mother explained. "We'll sit here in the steam and she'll be good as new. Go on back to bed, hon. I've got her."
He doesn't believe in messages from beyond the veil or anything hokey like that - that was always Liz's deal - but that doesn't stop Luke from whispering a thank you to his mother as he bundles Jess into the bathroom.
Luke turns the water as hot as it will go and turns on the shower. The residue from Jess's apple-scented shampoo is still on the tub, so for a moment the room smells pleasantly like a pie. Luke settles down on top of the toilet seat lid, tucks Jess up under his chin, and sort of awkwardly rocks them both from side to side.
"Okay, Jessy. Let's just hang out in here for a little bit, okay? The nice warm air is going to help your cough. You're gonna feel better in no time, okay?"
"I want to sleep," Jess moans. He coughs again, rough this time. "I want my ducky pillow."
Luke curses himself. Of course he should have grabbed the ducky pillow! "I know, Jessy," he says aloud. "You're tired. It's late and you're ready to sleep, I hear you. Let's get this cough taken care of and then we'll get some shut eye. I'll stay home tomorrow and we can rest and watch whatever you want on TV."
"Babar," Jess says meekly.
"Babar," Luke agrees.
"Can I sleep in your bed?"
"Sure, bud. Once your cough gets a little better you can snuggle up in my bed. We'll get ducky pillow and you and I, we'll have a sleepover. But for now why don't you just try to sleep on me, okay? I'm not as good as a ducky pillow but Uncle Luke is pretty soft too."
Jess whimpers a little. "It's too bright."
"It sure is, kid." Luke rises into a half stand and manages to use one elbow to knock off the lights. He settles back down onto the toilet lid and gently rubs Jess's back. He watches the steam swirl around them in the glow of the nightlight.
Eventually they both fall asleep. Luke wakes up at eight to the water in the shower running ice cold. Jess wakes up when he feels Luke shift and demands french toast. He's sweaty and cheerful, bright eyed as he smears syrup all over his face.
Thirty-five years later, it's the middle of the night when Luke gets the call.
"I don't know what to do," Jess says raggedly.
"Hey, it'll be okay. Let me listen to her."
There's a pause. Then, "Hi Pops" echoes weakly over the line, followed by an old familiar bark of a cough.
"Hi honey-girl. I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. Let me talk to your daddy again."
There's a shuffle, and then, "Well? Should we go to the ER?"
"It's the croup, Jess. She's got the croup. Go ahead and take her into the bathroom and let the shower run, sit in the steam. She'll be okay. You've got her."
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oldbutchdanielcraig Ā· 2 months ago
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your lbf dry humping assadā€™s knee fic has like rewritten my brain I canā€™t stop thinking about it. and I think of it every single time I see the behind the scenes picture(s?) from that scene, with no exceptions
oh my god these are some of the kindest words you could say to me oh my god i'm so honored and flattered. tbh i can't ever look at those behind the scenes pictures again without thinking damn he really did hump that man's leg. and ever since kath's fic i always think damn he was literally infected by sex pollen here :/ poor guy. ultimately i think something in the earth shifted on that first lbf monday. like i think that no matter what we retroactively manifested that the humping was real.
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ask-princessandromeda Ā· 8 months ago
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Luke, ur dad's kinda hot tho-
Luke: That doesnā€™t excuse him a fucking asshole-
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sanctaignorantia Ā· 2 years ago
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when he's not interviewing vampires...
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isdalinarhot Ā· 1 year ago
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Trick or treat!
oh. uh. hmm. donā€™t really have anything planned. but uh. here
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take this old ass modern au (90s au cuz itā€™s blackthorn times but whatever) art
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quietwingsinthesky Ā· 8 months ago
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the doctor had 13 kids and canā€™t even raise a child. Probably because all of his kids were murdered. Maybe heā€™s afraid itā€™ll happen again if he ever raises a kid
I think the doctor would visit them like..once every few years. He doesnā€™t want another river situation šŸ‘
that's their weird uncle doctor (luke voice: and old ben kenobi hateesss him) i like to think it's the doctor's influence telling adventuring stories that turns luke into a starry-eyed kid full of wonderlust for the stars, and also the doctor's influence that turns leia into a insurrectionist of the empire. he has many influences.
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tennessoui Ā· 2 years ago
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I seriously loved the one-shot! Especially because I woke up with the notification from ao3 and it made work pass quickly today ^^
(Also it distracted me from the drunken, yelling groups of men roaming the city today šŸ™ƒ)
And I am so intrigued how it continues!! What will Obi-Wan do?? Will he leave the order??? Is there any other option?
Aaannnd Iā€™m curious as to why Anakin wore the veil in the senateā€¦
Haha lots of questions, sorry ^^ā€™
I hope you are well and your days are bright šŸ’œ
ahh glad you enjoyed it!!! šŸ„°
as for your questions, in my mind obi-wan is going to leave the order and no one is going to be particularly surprised. The Order has probably spent the last several months fielding questions from reporters about Jedi Knight Kenobiā€™s close relationship with Senator Skywalker, as well as making photos of rather intimate moments between them (just walking around the senate gardens but itā€™s heavy chemistry ok) disappear
he gets to live his best life as like nanny instructor for two babies who adore him:
Anakin doesnā€™t trust anyone more with his kids. He bullies obi-wan into teaching them how to use the Force and control themselves, and he also bullies Obi-Wan into teaching him the same thing
(Obi-Wan also makes a blanket for Leia. Heā€™d thought they would just share the original blanket, but when he says this, Anakin laughs himself silly)
(Anakin also wants a blanket for himself. This takes much longer to complete.)
As for the reasons anakin wears the veil, itā€™s honestly completely and totally just plot reasons so the plot can happen. I guess an argument could be made for him feeling the need to keep his identity secret in case of attack, or because he likes the ceremony of it all, idk mostly just a character quirk for the sake of the paper-thin plot, like PadmĆ© and her handmaidens when sheā€™s queen
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journey-to-the-attic Ā· 2 years ago
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Random Au idea I had while watching JoJo P5.... you know how the Boss of the mafia is called Diavolo?
Basically Ik is just a normal schoolkid who helps an injured man on her way home. Little does she know the man happens to be Lucifer, one of the leaders who runs the gang controlling the local area, who now owes her his life and will repay his debt as such
In the process he accidentally gets attached and so does the rest of his brothers, oops. Now the gang's all trying to make sure she doesn't get got by their enemies while also trying their best to keep the whole mafia thing a secret (also she's lowkey reforming them without even trying)
oooo this is a cool idea!! (also when i first started playing obey me i spent the first two months thinking of the jojo character EVERY time i saw diavolo, so this au definitely hits home for me)
so i guess diavolo is the... well, diavolo of this situation, the Big Boss of the whole operation, and lucifer is bucciarati, leader of a secondary team within the organisation... maybe the angels could be a rival gang, and the brothers got ousted (and defected to diavolo's side as a result)
it'd be funny if relations are SUPER tense between them on any given day, like one-misstep-from-getting-stabbed levels of bad blood, but as soon as ik shows up there's just a mutual "everyone shut the fuck up and act natural" moment
she shows up while the lucifer's gang is having a stand-off with simeon's and the brothers are all immediately like "SHSHHHSHHHHH. DON'T TELL HER" and simeon just nods and immediately is like "oh what a completely innocent gathering of friends this is! lucifer my friend how nice it is to see you again! i love being normal and hanging out with my friends!!!!"
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suitsimp Ā· 11 months ago
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probably doesn't look that great but i attempted to draw Valarie Bronev and Clayton Bronev from the How Things Change au by @multiversal-madness
also i want to point out i attempted to make their poses be similar to some poses done by a certain top hat wearing professor that Luke is missing very dearly, cause i think it's neat and sometimes you just gotta make a child cry
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ballwizard Ā· 1 year ago
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HELP HEHEHEHHE. ATTACK KILL
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