#it is indeed wednesday my dudes

[icantalk710]

Me: "I need a full (typed implied) letter on full official letterhead confirming a thing for us"

This landlord: *sends a short, not even 8.5x11" photo of a handwritten letter lacking full letterhead to confirm the thing*

Me:

[literarynecromancy]

This sounds fun as hell! As well as character-driven stories sometimes work the best with simple plotlines~ It gives the reader more time to spend with the characters!

Fight choreography is also something I'm dreading with my own works. I struggle to keep them paced and not too fast!

Who is awake this fine Wednesday morning? 😄

Feel free to tell me about the project your working on!

(It's not an excuse to read instead of write. Totally. I promise!)

[juanabaloo]

reading about some Hollywood veteran talking trash about Jenna Ortega's actions on her show Wednesday...

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

WIP Wednesday

Helloooo happy late WIP Wednesday!! I drove halfway across my state and back home today (a total of six hours in the car), so I'm a bit tired which is why I'm just now getting to this and also haven't looked at any posts yet.

Seahorse Dad Henry, now named "Longer Than Most" is *almost* finished, and standing at 24K, which means I've decided to split it into chapters. Good news: Chapter One posts Sunday, my one year anniversary of writing for RWRB (and fanfic in any formal capacity).

So, here's a snippet from Chapter Two:

“Oh,” Alex says. “Sick.” Henry can’t help but grin. He can’t believe he’s so bloody gone on a man who says sick and dude, who he’s slept with all of one time and proceeded to knock him up. Henry’s a cliche, honestly. “It is, indeed, sick, as you say.” Alex rolls his eyes, but his cheeks darken a shade, giving him away a bit. “Listen, the closest I get to poetry is your fucking face. Excuse me if my vocabulary doesn’t quite compare to yours.”

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[waitmyturtles]

Crossing shows off my list as I catch up from my trip!

1) Before Last Twilight (the Last Twilight special ep): Anything, ANYTHING by Aof Noppharnach gets watched by me. I gotta say -- if there's a single person I trust in handling JimmySea, it'll be Aof. This looks GREAT.

Has there been any theorizing as to whether or not there could be a connection between Last Twilight and Last Twilight in Phuket? A couple scenes at the end of Before Last Twilight seeeeeeemed to maybe indicate a little inspiration. But, at the same time -- two people riding on a motorcycle in twilight is a common motif in these shows. We know Aof has spoken to I Told Sunset About You a couple of times in Bad Buddy, so a reference to LTIP wouldn't surprise me.

1) Wednesday Club: het Only Friends, with, listen, a MUCH clearer premise than OF at the start. A show about neglected middle kids, some rich, some poor, some into each other, one dude cheated on another dude's sister. Phuwin's character is a messy mess with a chain. (We started the year with his ship partner, Pond, playing a prostitute in Dirty Laundry; we end the year with Phuwin in a similar sitch, and I'm not complaining, let' em be boyfriends or escorts, whatever.) Satang's gonna be a dangerous gossip, but the show starts with Phuwin cryingly waving a gun, soooooo.

I've watched only a very few het shows from the GMMTV slate over the short course of my time watching Thai dramas -- Double Savage, 55:15 Never Too Late, Dirty Laundry. Why am I watching WC? (Lol). Literally because the previews had Ohm Pawat and Nani Hirunkit running around without clothes -- I am SHAMELESS (and shallow).

The divide in acting talent with GMMTV's slate is worrisome -- Ohm and Film need to lead Aof Noppharnach's first never-to-be-filmed het drama (god, maybe he could cast them in a movie) (or maybe Fon Kannittha could cast them), because they run away in every scene they're in. Piploy, who plays a love interest of Ohm's character, is a very weak, eye-rolling link, which is unfortunate, because she was great in 55:15. Satang can sing, let's give him that. I thought Kay Lertsittichai was great in 55:15, but I don't think he's gonna get a huge role here. Anddddd.... if I'm missing anyone of the ensemble, it's for a good reason. Can Nani act? Nani can look. I have yet to know if he can act.

If I have time for a trash watch, Wednesday Club will certainly fit the bill. The potential for family trauma storylines is high and too tempting. Ohm Pawat getting cast again as a problematic middle child whose name starts with a K and is saddled with a bad parent is a WILD way to be stereotyped, and poor dude CANNOT catch a break with on-screen parents! Literally the last time an Ohm Pawat character had a great parent was Thun's single mom in He's Coming To Me, which was SIX FOUR YEARS AGO, my gawd (@c1nto, I can’t math! 🙏🏽).

Anyway, I actually have no excuse to be watching this, except that I'm recovering from a very stressful couple of months, and I need a show that's like a glass of really fruity rosé, something alcoholic that actually quenches a thirst, and I'm a mom, so I have lots of thirst. And! I am indeed impressed that we have a GMMTV ensemble show that, I'll repeat myself, went far faster in defining what it's gonna do, as opposed to Only Friends -- and I do have lots of OF PTSD at the moment. But WC gets dropped if my work on Last Twilight and Playboyy (and/or whatever else gets added and/or replaces those two shows) takes up too much of my time.

[phantomskeep]

WIP Wednesday!!

Omg I didn't forget!! Holy shit!!!

Anyways, this week's WIP Wednesday includes some bits from Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral"! Enjoy :)

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Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral":

The piercing neon green of his eyes bled back into their usual icy blue, though the curious look did not leave. “Why’s that? And who names their kid Batman?”

Part of the City Spirit’s dark cloud tried to nudge him back towards his couch. “The Batman,” she began, “is a hero who operates to protect my city. He was born here and donned his cape in order to help those in need from the many criminals who call my territory home.”

Danny gave an involuntary awed noise. “So you guys have heroes here, too?” A dark tendril of smog wrapped around the back of the couch, resting gently against Danny’s neck.

The idea of having other heroes around was something that greatly appealed to Danny. Being the lone super-powered protector of Amity Park for so long took its toll on the young man, even with his human companions. It just wasn’t the same, being the only one with advanced abilities. He had to take the bigger hits, he had to be the one to save his friends if they got into too great of a bind, he had to be the one to try and take on the burden of Amity Park alone when they all went off to find their place in the world. With great power comes great responsibility, after all. And being the Ghost King? Well, Danny had more than enough "great power" to spare.

The thought was just as sobering as it was exciting. Other heroes, super or not, meant that there was something to have caused those heroes to come into play. Some great villain, or a world-ending disaster, or even large crime rates. Lady Gotham only said criminals, though, so maybe there were no supervillains Danny needed to worry about.

“Yes, in fact there is a large society of both heroes and villains.”

Well, it was a nice thought while it lasted.

“But many of the aliens you were so excited to hear about are among those heroes.” Gotham continued, not noticing Danny’s sudden mid-afterlife crisis. “There is the Batman, who is one of the founders of the Justice League. Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Green Arrow, and many others are all part of this superhero society - the Justice League.”

“Okay,” Danny was desperately trying to keep up with this sudden information. “So, Batman is a super-powered dude who helped to start an entire squad of superheroes?”

“He has no powers. The Dark Knight is just a man, same with Green Arrow and many others. They simply are able to keep up with the aliens, gods, and metas.”

Danny paused, taking in a breath. He touched his fingers together, pressing his palms flat. Another breath was taken, this one deeper than the last. With every ounce of teenage angst he still had within him, Danny lifted his hands up together to rest against his forehead before bringing them down in an arch that would have made Sam proud. “What the fuck.”

A laugh rolled from Gotham’s form, his guardian sneakily tightening her protective hold on him. “What the fuck indeed, Little One.”

“Okay, okay-” Danny’s voice cracked with indignation, “So regular every-day humans fight supervillains and are able to keep up with gods? And super-powered aliens?”

“Yes.”

“And one of those humans - who named himself after a bat - is the sole protector of your lair? Besides yourself? And he doesn’t let any of his superhero friends help him?”

“I never said he worked alone. Though, for a long time he did not have any help.”

“Lady G,” Danny said again with exasperation. “I repeat: what the fuck.”

Her only response was to laugh at his expense as he continued to moan about how he couldn’t seem to escape crazy people, no matter what dimension he runs to. The space shared by two multi-dimensional beings filled with an easy warmth.

“So,” Danny started after a couple minutes of his grumbling. “Superpowered people aren’t allowed in your city because one of your protectors is just a man in a… What, fursuit? A crime-fighting fursuit?” He paused, considering, before rapidly moving on. “But there are super-powered people in this dimension who are also heroes.”

“Yes, that is all true.”

The young man took a second, silently thinking, before speaking again. “Okay, okay,” He started. “And the chances that I’m going to have to just… steal all of these ghostly artifacts is pretty high, right?”

“Again, you are correct.”

“So,” Danny said, stretching out the word. “Chances are they’re going to think I’m some sort of villain.”

Gotham made a noise akin to two cars scraping against each other as she hesitated to answer. “There is a chance of that, yes.”

...

“Great,” he bemoaned, bonelessly flopping around his couch. “Guess it’s time to pull out the ol’ acting shoes. Welcome to Danny’s One-Stop Shop for Villainy.”

Mmmm Dead on Main my beloved :) Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" chapter 4 should be posted sometime this week! I just need to actually finish writing a couple of POVs ^-^

[faketrex]

WIP Wednesday

Everything is technically a WIP until I post it, thanks to(?) my brain. Here, therefore, is a snippet from my upcoming RWRB A Royally Big Bang (@aroyallybigbangrwrb) story.

Thank you kindly to @mikibwrites for the Sunday Sentences tag which I am nabbing now!

No-pressure tagging... @anincompletelist , @magicandarchery , @mikibwrites , @sparklepocalypse , and of course an open tag (please tag me back if you use it, I eat words like candy).

Anywho.

A 3+1 times public transit romcom? Yes, indeed.

CLICK BELOW FOR FIC SNIP

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He's finishing up his story about the morning's train delay and his spontaneous, not-entirely-altruistic-but-still-definitely-a-good-deed coffee outing with Henry when Nora waves her fork in the air with a flourish.

"Aww, you had a meet-cute. Pretty much textbook as these things go, too. Nice.”

“I had a what?”

"A meet-cute. It's an industry term.”

Alex raises his eyebrows. “Exactly what industry are you working in these days?”

“Dude, if you're going to be obtuse, I'm honor-bound to bury you in reputable sources until you see the error of your ways.” Nora sets aside her fork and grabs her phone, a put-upon expression on her face. “Okay, here. Per our good pals at Merriam-Webster, ‘meet-cute,’ noun, is ‘a cute, charming, or amusing first encounter between romantic partners, as in a movie.’”

“You're way off-base, then. There was zero romance.” There hadn't been. Alex would have noticed, because he basically hadn't taken his eyes off Henry the whole time. If there had been even the slightest sign of reciprocated interest, he would have seen it.

“Oh, come on,” Nora scoffs. “Do you need me to make a list for you?"

...

[kaijuscientists]

It’s WIP Wednesday, my dudes

“Hey, pull over.”

“No, we’re not far enough away yet,” Wolfwood says, hitting the throttle even harder to prove his point. “Someone could still decide to follow us. Whatever it is, it’s gonna have to wait.”

“It’s not me, it’s you,” Vash says, the concern bleeding through his words. “You’re hurt.”

“What?” Wolfwood scoffs, he’d know if he was hurt, thank you very much. “No I'm not?

“Please, Nick.” Vash reaches his hand up, gently touching his fingertips to Wolfwood’s cheek. He pulls them away, showing Wolfwood that they are indeed wet with blood. “You’re bleeding a lot.”

[fandomsfanatic]

Close call

Valentines day had finally come and Wednesday was stuck being pulled behind Enid in the cold snow as a 'date'.

She couldn't find it in her to complain though, her girlfriend was cute, and her hand was warm. She didn't even mind the stupid little puns Enid would blurt out. Even if she was stuck holding the bags Enid had obtained shopping, even if she was forced to wear the stupid looking snood, and even if they were on a school forced vacation and were back in Wednesday's dreaded hometown. She was so happy and warm inside, she almost smiled!

"Wens can we go in and buy hot chocolate? It's cold and I'm tired." Enid half heartedly asked, pulling them to the nearest cafe without waiting for an answer.

Enid hurried to grab a booth, and left Wednesday to take their orders.

As the batista hurried to get her order, she walked back to the booth Enid had chose , and watched as her peppy girlfriend went through her shopping bags.

When Enid pulled out black glitter, glue and a headband with two red springy hearts on it, Wednesday cursed internally.

"Look Wednesday! You know that craft store we stopped by, look what I found!" Enid squealed and waved the headband around.

Wednesday snatched the headband out of Enid's hand and took the glitter aswell, ignoring the offended gasp that followed.

"Wednesday I know you hate these hearts but you will wear them just for me right?" Enid questioned, and batted her eyelashes like a cartoon character. "I know you don't want to wear them but you didn't have to take them from me."

"I simply was preventing glitter to get on your hands and later on the pastries I so generously purchased for you, But if you want to consume dark sparkly shreds then who am I to stop you." Wednesday placed

Enid huffed at Wednesday's answer and turned her attention the incoming hot chocolate and cookies. The familiar batista from earlier harshly placed the drinks and a paper bag on the table, and when Wednesday looked at his face she nearly blew up in laughter.

"Well thank you for than unnecessary show of aggressiveness Dalton. However if any of the pastries were damaged before consumption due to the lack of productivity from the staff, I am indeed allowed to ask for a free replacement. As stated on the menu of course." Wednesday smirked and took her quad before he could damage it.

"Whatever freak.." He continued to glare, as if waiting for her to challenge him.

"Wait Wednesday you know this normie?" Enid asked as she looked confusedly from Wednesday to Dalton.

"Why yes. Not long before I entered nevermore, I had ventured and succeeded in an act of revenge that caused Dalten here to loose a testicle" Wednesday said and took the bag to steal a cookie.

"Woah! Your the reason Wednesday came to nevermore?! I gotta take a selfie for my blog! Dude your like famous at our school" Enid hopped up and pulled Dalton closer to her, snapping a picture before sitting back down. "Jeez this is so amazing!"

Dalton dramatically flopped to the floor gathering the attention of the few people who were in the Cafe. "Get your freakishly ugly friend away from me! Jeez only Pigsly would hang out with someone as scarred and ugly as her. Your both freaks!" Dalted screeched as he scrambled up.

Enid stopped her typing on her phone to look at the boy, who had finally succeeded in standing up. "You think I'm ugly?" Enid asked, it was no secret that Enid was very insecure of the scars that littered her face, but even she couldn't stop Wednesday from hurting people when they insulted somebody close to her.

So when Dalton opened his mouth to reply Enid scrambled to grab their bags. "OkayThanksForTheDrinksWouldLoveToStayAndChatButWednesdayWouldProbsKillYouOkayThanksAgainBye!!" Enid took Wednesday's hand and pulled her out of the Cafe quickly. When they were two shops down, Enid released her hand and started panting harshly.

"That was very irresponsible of you to hold me back. I am perfectly capable of beating Dalton for tarnishing your honor" Wednesday said and pat Enids head.

"As much as that sounds cute coming from you, I'd rather not get introuble at all on our valentines date. Can you please wait a few days before defending my 'honor' Wednesday?" Enid said as she gave Wednesday her puppy eyes, as tired and sweaty she was from that sonic sprint.

Wednesday stared at her silently, and for a second Enid feared she would ignore her and March right in there, ready to stab Dalton with one of her hidden knives.

"Fine, but now it's my turn to choose where we are going" Wednesday said, taking Enids hand and tugging her away from all the shops.

Enid swears that she saw the goth smiling just as she turned away to lead them.

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

It is Wednesday, my dudes

Lots of thanks to @sheirukitriesfandom for tagging me in a wip whenever. I finally, actually have something to share! And on a wednesday! And I get the chance to see what everyone else has been writing! It's a good day, indeed <3 The following excerpt is from chapter 16 of WYGTYA and I must say, I'm pretty proud of this one, really. Have some Miraak lore!

I'm going to tag @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @mareenavee @dirty-bosmer @nerevar-quote-and-star @blossom-adventures @kiir-do-faal-rahhe of course, only if you want to, and tagging anyone else who wants to participate and share!

It’s a strange sight, indeed: his old suit. He hasn’t seen, nor touched it since he came back from Apocrypha, and right now, he wants nothing more than to burn it. When Ravonna guided him to the basement - basically a small storage room - and he saw that suit again, he almost didn’t recognize it, and it made him sick to his stomach either way.

“It didn’t always look like that, you know?” Fenrik says, trying to defend it for some reason or other. This suit has been with him through his hardest of times, after all, and much like his spirit, it didn't break. Not yet. 

“I suppose it’s the Apocrypha corruption. You know, you looked almost like a lurker with the suit and with your mask.” 

“Did I? I guess my mask was corrupted as well.”

“Yeah, it had all these tentacles coming out of the mouth area. ‘Twas gross and ugly.” Ravonna shudders. “No offence.”

“None taken.” He says, raising his eyebrows but still holding that thousand yard stare at the robes in the chest.

“For what’s worth, I don’t think you look like a lurker anymore.” Ravonna shifts uncomfortably on her feet.

“Thank you.” he feels a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It’s hard, seeing hervdeliver all her lines in such a cold manner. She’s been… absent, yet still there. So unmistakingly, genuinely there, right beside him.

“What did it look like? Before, I mean.”

“It was just a brass mask with no expression. Plain as a cloudless sky. That was its purpose, too. To numb any and all emotion in me. I was too emotional, they said.” He winces at the memories that come flooding in.

“Oh… I’m sorry. Didn't mean to bring back all those memories.”

“You have nothing to apologise about. It was you who actually took it off, remember?”

The sound she makes is somewhere between a snort and a huff. “More like shouted it off. You made me so angry that I let out my most strongest shout yet.”

“Glad to be… of service? I guess.”

“I was properly shocked when you turned and looked back at me, that’s for sure.”

“Why?” He asks, genuinely not understanding. He’s a person, just like her. Whatever else did she expect?

‘Because of your beauty, because of your humanity, your desperation, your sadness, your fucking soft, brown eyes’ She wants to say, but refrains herself. Instead, she says: “Because you looked so intimidating with the mask on. Without it, you were so… normal. Approachable, even, were the circumstances different and my memory completely wiped.”

[streamat4am]

I was out all day, so when I came home I saw the new art. Goddamn my dude. Yeah, I’m in agreement with everyone else, no way she’s walking normally after that. All I’m saying is that Wednesday would def ask Enid for multiple rounds or at least do it again so that she could “build a tolerance, much like my tolerance to many poisons” type deal. I’m sure she’d have to be very clear and vocal as to not worry Enid, but they’d work it out, multiple times. Go Wenclair

Go Wenclair indeed

Idk why but I have the image of Wednesday blacking out Midway for some reason and it's just lowkey funny in my head

[onswifterwings]

The incomparable @man--eater tagged me once again in WIP Wednesday! I missed last week because I was melting alive in the summer heat!

Some continuation of Herald's introduction to "Lord Adam", his relationship with his wife, and the sowing doubts in his mind.

I smiled, bemusedly. It was always best to flatter Lord Adam when he was around. Lyre’s proximity to Adam meant I had to feign adoration or at the very least pleasantness, around the elite of the Exorcist Organization. Lord Adam was the most Elite. He came strutting down the aisle in my corner of the Foundry. “Hope you can make a skull splitter out of a stratocaster!” Adam exclaimed, wiping his hands and tossing a half consumed snack tray into a simmering forge. The fruit and crackers burned, and a rank but brief odor was released into the air. I thought the sensory experience was not entirely unlike Lord Adam as a being. A Flash. A Bang. And a feeling of annoyance once it passed. 

He sucked the juice off his fingers and began wandering around my shop. He was constantly babbling. Lord Adam had the cadence and rhythm  of a twittering ferret, with the mouth and demeanor of the most bullish schoolboy or town drunk. “So basically I wanna be able to cleave a dude’s dome in half, while also playing the solo to Sabbath’s ‘Paranoid’! You get what I’m sayin���?” I couldn’t begin to fathom what he was saying. Wait. Was he talking about that group from Birmingham that was making noise back in the 70’s? No  matter. I continued to nod in agreement with a false smile. Lord Adam continued to wax “poetic” in his salty manner as he and Lute left the Foundry. 

“Why haven’t you or Lute replaced that…that…pompous little” and I whispered the last word “shit.” Lyre looked at me aghast, and passed a cursory eye around the foundry to ensure we were indeed alone. Her shocked demeanor dissipated, “Because pleasing him makes me rise farther in the Exorcist ranks and ensures our future.” she pointedly hissed at me. “Darling, we’re in Heaven, what else is there to ensure?” Lyre fell into what I called her “Hiding Face.” There were subjects even in our afterlife she was unwilling to discuss. But I sensed whatever was troubling her was from our time above the clouds. I tried to embrace her, but she pulled away and turned her back to me. “I’ll meet you outfront after your shift, dear.” She flapped her wings and rose, streaking out of the foundry. When she was gone and I was alone once again I felt a pang of a feeling I hadn’t felt since I was mortal. “Something…is wrong.”

[streamdotpng]

Best friend behavior my ass, do you see Enid keeping around her neck a rock that reminds her of Yoko ? I say, denial is a river in Egypt my dear Wednesday.

Also red flags ? I only see the love of a werewolf that just doesn't know how show it (indeed low-key red flags, but we could say her obliviousness to it makes it charming ? Listen I love Enid and I wholeheartedly support her rights and most importantly her wrongs, and I WILL use each and every excuses)

Didn't expect to see someone so passionate abt supporting Enid's wrongs

But well.. Enid was willing to choke a dude out for Yoko, so can you really blame Wednesday? And it's not like she knows of the significance of the earring yet. Just that Enid tends to fidget with it alot

[dreaminghour]

alpha/beta obikin teaser

i'm a little tipsy so have a lil something i'm working on.

its wip wednesday my dudes~

thanks to @himboskywalker for allowing me to riff on their fantastic omegaverse fic Conceal Me What I Am

this was born out of reading their fic, loving the fuck out of it, yet wondering: what if obi-wan and anakin were what they pretended to be? what if obi-wan was a beta and anakin was an alpha? what if their dynamic from that fic was the same? 🔥🔥🔥

this scene is not 100% the same but it is LARGELY based on the ballroom scene, so credit is due 🙏

been working on this for a while so encouragement is appreciated - comments/reblogs keep me motivated!! 🥺💕

thanks as well to @mysticmjolnir and @billboguspreston for poking this to make it better

1k words (more or less) and its Safe For Work (SFW = no smut)

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"If you were honest with him, you might find him the kind of alpha receptive to your inclinations."

Obi-Wan cleared his throat uncomfortably. Breha cast cool brown eyes at him over her champagne.

"You needn't worry about me," he said, trying to maintain that poise which served him so well in the Senate but seemed to elude him amongst friends.

"It's not you I'm worried about right now," Breha said.

Obi-Wan followed her gaze to where she was watching her husband place an arm on Anakin's shoulders, seemingly to comfort him — or steer him back toward them.

Obi-Wan was rarely at a loss for words, but as he watched Bail work some kind of magic, finally making the tension vanish from Anakin's shoulders, he could only stare. When was the last time Anakin had been so at ease? Certainly it was before they'd begun to live together. But despite that comforting grasp, the way his shoulders relaxed, Anakin expertly slipped out from underneath Bail's arm as the senator made his way back to his wife and Obi-Wan, thus Obi-Wan's husband avoided returning to them.

"I know we've been friends a long time," Breha murmured, "and I've always stayed out of your romantic life, but I do think you two are a good fit. I know your marriage is political. Believe me though, I know a thing or two about pliant alphas."

Bail smiled as he came back to them, bending to kiss his wife briefly.

"Sorry, I couldn't catch him in time," he said softly to Obi-Wan.

Over Bail's shoulder, Obi-Wan watched Anakin slip through tall windowed doors. No one seemed to notice aside from Obi-Wan.

"Excuse me," he said and then handed his drink to a serving droid as he passed them. He climbed the wide stairs to the colonnade of windows which opened onto the balcony, the city glinting all around them.

"Anakin!"

Anakin's bare shoulders were hunched with the cold, all the ease which he'd borrowed from Bail was gone.

"What're you doing out here?" Anakin asked, his voice low and dark.

"I'm coming to check on my husband," Obi-Wan said lightly, glancing up and down the balcony to see that they were indeed alone.

"We're alone, Obi-Wan," Anakin said, still looking out into the night rather than at his husband. "You can drop the act."

Obi-Wan came to stand an arm's length away from Anakin, admiring the muscular lines of his back where it was bare beneath the sweeping robes he wore. For that brief moment when they'd danced, he'd known how light Anakin could be, how soft that power was when restrained. The fabric had swept around them like mist, engulfing Anakin like a fall of rain.

"It isn't an act, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, sticking his hands in his pockets, smelling the curling disappointment between them on the air. "I care about you."

"You can barely stand to be around me." Anakin laughed, bitterly.

"I like being around you," Obi-Wan said, daring to step closer still, laying a hand on Anakin's shoulder. "I just—"

"Can't give me what I want?" Anakin scoffed, knocking Obi-Wan's hand aside. "You won't even ask me what I want."

For a moment, Obi-Wan stood frozen, balanced on a precipice, which he regarded coolly before throwing himself off of it.

"What do you want, Anakin?" He sounded weary, resigned to the answer which would wreck any semblance of normality for them.

"I want us to sleep together, like husbands do."

His voice was light, something sweet in his tone, making Obi-Wan look up. In the city's darkness, windows and signs casting pale but colorful light, traffic dappling his face and curls, he looked almost fragile, as though he were not really there. Or else could slip away too easily.

He sounded sad.

"Anakin…"

Obi-Wan spoke carefully. For all the weeks they had been living together, sharing some intimate moments, they didn't have experience with talking about things… as husbands would.

"I am not opposed to having sex with you, but you cannot expect me to behave as though I were an omega. I do not have any qualms about being on the receiving end of penetrative sex, but I will not instinctively submit to you. It is not in my nature."

Below the whir of traffic, Obi-Wan could hear Anakin's mechnohand scrape along the duracrete railing of the balcony as he gripped it tightly. His face looked… his expression was unclear in the muted light, but his scent was embarrassed. Obi-Wan turned to peer directly at Anakin.

Anakin's gaze flickered to Obi-Wan before the curl of spice on the air turned sweeter, almost ashamed. Obi-Wan had never known Anakin to be ashamed of anything, not in the news reports of his exploits in the war, nor in the time they'd been married.

"I don't expect you to behave like an omega. I know you aren't. In fact…" Anakin trailed off. "I asked for them to match me to a beta because I know marriage with me wouldn't be normal. It didn't matter when I could marry or fall in love…"

"What is normal?" Obi-Wan asked, taking another step closer to Anakin.

"I know what people expect of me," Anakin continued, as though he hadn't heard Obi-Wan, "alpha, hero, Jedi. Most of the time those things are easy to be. Before I was married I never had to worry about how I would be with someone, making love. Those things didn't factor into it, because it was private. But now that I'm someone's husband…"

Anakin raised his gaze slowly and even in the dim light his cheeks were visibly flushed.

"It's alright," Obi-Wan soothed, bringing a hand up to cup Anakin's chin.

With a sigh, Anakin leaned into the touch.

"I've never talked about this with anyone really. It's a little embarrassing."

"You can tell me," Obi-Wan whispered, for all that he was still terrified this would ruin what they had. He was a practiced politician; he exuded calm and Anakin drank it down.

"Alphas are supposed to be assertive, that's fine when I'm a general on the field, or even a jedi on a mission, but I don't—"

Lightly Obi-Wan's touch wandered down Anakin's neck, bringing his fingers to rest against his pulse.

"I want to be fucked," he croaked. "I want you to make love to me. I know that's not normal for an alpha, but it never bothered me."

~~~

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it is indeed wednesday, my dudes!

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Saturday 6:

- Everybody is in my space today. Cabo was literally 2 inches from my face, Henry is climbing all over me, Joe Biden is asking for donations, and I'm just like GET OFF MY LAWN!!!!!

- Related: things I never thought I'd say, volume 643: "please don't drive your car up my leg" and "I AM NOT A NIGHTSTAND, PLEASE DONT PUT THAT ON ME!"(for those of you wondering, he did indeed put the Gatorade bottle on my hip bone)

- Shortly after midnight, I went to take (si) Cabo out to go pee for the last time and there was a huge rat right by the back steps. It was the same geriatric rodent we have been trying to send marching since we moved, and the gentle nudges weren't working. And after looking at him, it looked like the poor old bugger fell out of the crawl space and hit his head on the corner of the concrete stairs. He just stared at me, barely moved when I nudged him, and was actively dying. So I opened the garage door and with the whack of my broom, I sent him to the great beyond with the admonition that I hoped he came back as a big, strong critter in the next life... just not at my house. All of that just after midnight.

- I had a job interview with a NYSE traded company on Friday for a position in logistical management. It was my first big interview for this kind of position, and while I think that I pretty much nailed it and asked good questions as follow-ups, I'd be ok if I didn't advance. It was the fact that they chose me to call that was pretty great, and a real confidence builder. I have another logistics position interview next Wednesday with a really big trucking company that does some awesome and innovative things, and the validation about not being a complete moron is kinda nice. I mean, I'm still a moron, but my abilities to pass off as not being a moron are getting better.

- In unrelated news, how do I know summer is coming in the PNW? People don't even try to put up a ruse about being nice drivers anymore. Case in point: I was excessively speeding, trying to get past a line of cars with ZERO space for me to get over, with a dude following me so close I could have crop dusted him. When I did get over, he made sure to give me the finger. Mind you we arrived at a stop light at almost the same time, so I gave he and his grim looking wife an exaggerated thumbs up. The kind of thumbs up that says, "I might be encouraging you, or I might have just thought about you getting hit with a tire iron". I quit giving the middle finger to older white dudes years ago- no concept of nuance.

Anyhow, I'm off to design a metric to quantify human effort for filling an order for my lean six project. Thank you for being a wonderful distraction from school and being slightly annoyed with life at the moment. You are all truly amazing...truly.