#it's likelier than you think

[wearemercs]

Deneve (Claymore) by m4rjinn

[a-murmur-of-a-prayer]

Snippet Sunday

Satine froze. She knew very well who was standing behind her; because only now did he allow himself to move closer, until she could feel the heat of the body at her back, but not the body itself. 

“Obi-Wan,” she said. “I would have thought you’d be forward enough to announce your presence.” 

“What you're looking at is classified information,” Obi-Wan said, removing his hand. 

Satine turned around, so that they were standing almost nose to nose. 

“Is it,” she said. “I had no idea. Anakin told me I could go wherever I pleased.” 

Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a long moment, looking unbearably exhausted. “Of course Anakin said that. You never knew him…before. And in case you haven’t figured this out, he likes to cause problems.” 

“I did gather that,” Satine said. 

Oh, no. Now there was no more easy conversation. 

The air grew immediately awkward. 

[punalippulaiva]

Surely that is misdated? 1971 was still the long-haired era, and he didn't grow the mullet until some time into his glamrock period, which would make this likely to be from 1973/74.

David Bowie, 1971.

[rocketbirdie]

i feel like i failed you.

[sejarcus-archive]

Dorothea modern Sejarcus au, in which they were childhood best friends but they fell out of touch, and now Sejanus is a famous dancer traveling across the country, and Marcus watches his success grow from afar, wishing they could still be part of each other’s lives

[alliluyevas]

not me getting mad about season five of big love in the year of our lord 2025. alby grant get behind me.

[incohorace]

GHKJHGFHK?????

[catoswound]

i think caesar should have just told cato to kill himself after one of his half day filibusters

[monsterxmade]

I’ve had an interesting weekend (not bad, just…busy) but now I have leftover Chinese takeout, mediocre wine, and the last 20% of my book. If my house was quiet, it’d be relaxing. 🙃 I’ll try and tackle drafts here and on the multi tomorrow, hopefully.

[randomingoftherandomness]

This was inspired by a part in a fic you just recently wrote about (which was amazing btw). I was wondering if you could write about didi doing all kinds of reckless and stupid things and gege has had enough of it. When ge confronts his didi about it all, didi states he's doing it all for his gege and that geges goals are more important than him/his life, or he thinks gege feels that way

A/N: I took waaaayyy too long getting round to this but I hope you’ll like what I’ve got for you here x

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“He did what?”

The attendants barely has time to grab on to the reins of his horse before Shangjue is dismounting and throwing his travelling coat off to Jin Fu.

Ziyu is solemn as when he falls into step with him. Stalking towards the grounds of Zhi residence, impatience and worry war in Shangjue’s chest when they take a corner and their family’s Zhiren does not speak.

“Explain.”

It’s only half a demand and Ziyu knows it because his shoulders relax just that tiny bit, and he makes no effort to correct his tone.

“Last week, Yuanzhi and Zishang got it in their heads that they could make a stealth weapon of sorts that can be deployed to track a target. They overestimated how much they needed of a type of explosive and Yuanzhi… took the brunt of it when he tried shield Zishang.”

Shangjue swallows back whatever bile that sits thick on the tip of his tongue.

“And then?”

Ziyu nods his head at a few servants who salute him. “Then, a few days ago, Yuanzhi caught some measure of epiphany and decided it would be wise to ignore the advices of even Elder Yue to start developing some form of poison that will be slow acting and can kill the intended target after a period of time.”

Suppressing the urge to sigh, he lets Ziyu walk ahead of him as they approach the clinic.

They both acknowledge the salutes they receive as they climb the short stairs to the treatment rooms. Ziyu stops him just before they can push the doors open.

“He’s…” Ziyu starts. Pausing, then pursing his lips into a determined line. “Elder Yue is with him.”

Shangjue doesn’t wait to ponder on that. Pushing through, he immediately makes for the rooms reserved for members of the family.

The room stinks of blood. It is cloying and almost unbearable. Shangjue says ‘almost’ because the truly unbearable part of it all is how Yuanzhi is hugging a bucket and is bleeding from his nose and ears.

“Ge? What are you—“

Whatever he has to say is buried under the sounds of retching when he throws up a mouthful of fresh blood. Horror ices his veins. He takes a half step forward and has to stop when Elder Yue holds him by the elbow.

“Perhaps this isn’t a good idea.”

“Let go of me.”

Elder Yue tightens his grip. “It’s for his good.”

“Let,” Shangjue growls. “Me go.”

The corner of Elder Yue’s jaw ticks, but he steps aside for Shangjue to immediately rush to Yuanzhi’s side. Gently pushing back the tangle of sweat damp hair, he runs the palm of his hand in circles on Yuanzhi’s upper back.

“What were you thinking?” Shangjue demands the moment Elder Yue debriefs him — Yuanzhi will be fine, if not very sick, in a couple of days and will need a lot of nourishing food — and his Didi has the audacity to look absolutely unrepentant.

Shaking like a leaf in his arms with dark circles under his eyes, Yuanzhi is fearless when he meets Shangjue’s eyes.

“Because you needed it. So I had to provide.”

Shangjue frowns. “I never asked you for this.”

Yuanzhi gets a bit of a gleam in his eyes, but whatever he has to say is cut off when he curls his body back over the bucket and starts up another bout of retching.

“I never want you to put your life at risk like this.”

Yuanzhi heaves a heavy sigh as he leans back. Shangjue is immediately there with a fresh cup of tea for him to clear his mouth with.

“You never have to ask. I’ll do anything for you.” Yuanzhi states. The lilt of his voice is matter of fact. As if they were just discussing the weather. Shangjue is floored by the open and unfettered devotion. He has always known that there aren’t many bottom lines to his Didi when it comes to him, and for the first time, it scares him to have to acknowledge that.

Cupping Yuanzhi by the cheeks, he shakes his head, pushing back the prickle of tears that burn hotly in the corner of his eyes.

“You’re more important to me than my goals. Yuanzhi, you’re the reason I have goals to achieve,” Shangjue whispers, almost begging him to understand. “All I want is to come home to you every time I have to leave, and the biggest goal I have is to grow old with you. Do understand me?”

Yuanzhi sputters. “Ge, you should let go of me now.”

Shangjue does and immediately feels guilty again when Yuanzhi goes back to vomiting.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this conversation just because you’re puking your guts out,” Shangjue warns, voice carrying none of the heat, tenderly going back to rubbing comforting circles on his back.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Gege.”

[jynjackets]

the power of jyn and cassian that i gotta defend both of them left and right because individually they annoy people and get misinterpreted all the time by both tacked on “canon” material and ignorant fan theories

even the fandom meta is giving soulmatism 🤌

[cypric-rat-hyperfixation]

As my following grows and as I meet more and more people who have rats, had rats, know someone who has/had rats, and love rats...

increasingly I wonder if/when a day will come... a day that I'll express rat enjoyment to someone and they'll enthusiastically ask me if I've heard of This Funnie Little Rodent Blog they like, figuring I may already know it or will enjoy it if not...

and it's.. my blog... and then I have to come out as popular Rat Tumblr blogger that they follow and now know IRL.......

[rocketbirdie]

he's definitely compensating for something 🤨

[rythiansuggestions]

From the ashes, a garbled signal sings.

[kobracola]

it is so important to me that mcr are such good fathers

[incohorace]

im actually enjoying studying the republic a lot.....i would still rather be doing verse but the language is soooo much easier than lysias or (shudder) thucydides its like a breath of fresh air