#kylo is fucking amazing

[silverdoe]

watching a video essay on snapewives and it has just struck me right now how shocking it is that kylo ren fangirls haven't created a microcosm (to not say cult) a la snapewives of their own, like, you would think...

[crucifiedfaerie]

Nicotine Stains Pt. 1 ༉₊˚✧

Modern!Kylo x Fem!Reader AU

➴ Summary: Your older brother's best friend seems to have everyone fooled. Everyone but you, that is.

➴ Part Two

➴ Word Count: 5k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, slowburn, modern!delinquent!kylo au, virgin!reader, drug use, smoking, swearing, kylo breaking traffic laws for some pussy, kylo is a pretentious prick, why is kylo lowkey midwestern emo in this, mutual pining, finn my beloved is mentioned, some angst, fluff, SMUT (protected PiV sex, again reader is a virgin, fingering, a little scratching, slow n gentle sex, softdom!kylo, consent king !!, praise kink, pet names), typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: this may or may not be the most pretentious thing ive ever written but idc. also i want to give a special thank you and shout out to my beautiful mutual liv @enviedear for this idea! she totally helped me flesh out the modern!delinquent!kylo character and this fic would not exist without her. <;3 (also reader is NOT me bc if kylo ren played slipknot for me in his 1969 charger i'd fold immediately)

You sat at your desk, studying for your upcoming midterms and nervously chewing on the inside of your mouth. Mathematics had never been your strong suit and despite only being a month and a half into the semester, your calculus class was stressing you out to no end. The rhythmic ticking of your clock was not helping in the slightest, so you reached for your headphones.

This class is taking years off of my life for sure.

As you looked for a good playlist, you heard your bedroom window open behind you. You yelped, turning in your chair to face your window. Your panic died when you realized it was only Kylo, your older brother's friend.

Once he was finally inside, he shut your window before standing up straight. Kylo was probably the tallest person you knew, almost touching the low ceiling of your bedroom. You couldn't deny how your stomach did flips when you were stood next to him, not to mention he was absolutely fucking beautiful. Kylo's features looked like they were carved from marble and his long, dark hair always fell perfectly around his face. If he weren't so goddamn annoying, you'd like him a lot more.

You groaned. "When are you gonna stop coming in through my window you asshole?"

"It isn't my fault your window is the most accessible and the lock is broken." He smirked.

Your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. "The least you could do is knock, what if I like... had a guy over or something?"

Kylo laughed, walking over to you. He turned you in your desk chair to face your computer and pushed it in, before leaning down over your shoulder to look at your screen. "I think we both know that doesn't happen, kid." He jabbed before making his way to your door.

Your face felt hot, his audacity never failed to make you seethe. And his choice of nickname for you only made you madder. You turned to glare at him. "You fucker- I- you're only like 3 years older than me!??"

You heard him laugh as he walked out of your room and down the hallway.

What made it worse was that it seemed he had everyone in your family fooled. Kylo acted like an absolute angel in front of your mother, and it pissed you off to no end. When he would come over for dinner, he always insisted on helping her with the dishes. He would make conversation with her, crack jokes, go the whole nine yards as if he weren't a college dropout and also doing drugs with her son on the side.

Your mom, being the stereotypical Christian, midwestern mother that she is, would always say things along the lines of "Oh Kylo, you're such a sweet boy. It amazes me that someone like you listens to such angry music." He would just blush and laugh it off.

Kylo drove a black 1969 Dodge Charger R/T that he would pull up to your house in, blasting the loudest possible music. Your dad loved him, and they would always talk cars when they got the chance. The first time you came home and saw your dad helping Kylo change his oil, you thought you had died and gone to hell. You just stared as Kylo smirked at you. That stupid, evil smirk you were so used to seeing.

They can't possibly be serious?? How do they not see how much of a jerk he is?

You however, he was much different with. Any chance Kylo got to annoy you, he would do it. He frequently stood outside your door for god knows how long, just waiting for you to come out so he could scare you. You would jump and yell expletives at him before weakly punching him in the shoulder. He and your brother would just laugh, thinking it was funniest thing in the world.

You sighed, staring at your computer screen. You were over studying for the night. You shut your door, before turning off the light and getting into bed. You tried to sleep, but couldn't. The stress of college was slowly suffocating you but despite that, you couldn't seem to get Kylo out of your head.

Sure, you have had a slight crush on him since you were in middle school, I mean who wouldn't? Look at him. But it didn't mean anything, the feeling was almost certainly not mutual and he was still the biggest asshole you'd ever met.

God I fucking hate him... I mean I don't, but I do.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping at your door. Your brow furrowed. "Yeah?"

Kylo opened your door slowly, making sure it didn't creak as he closed it behind him. "What are you still doing awake, its 3am. Don't you have classes tomorrow?" He whispered, fumbling with your window.

You rolled your eyes, still staring at the ceiling. "Yeah. What do you care?"

He smirked slightly, swinging one leg out the window before looking at you. "Finn asked me to pick you up tomorrow. What time are you off?"

Fucking fantastic.

"Oh, great." You said sarcastically. "2:30pm. The math and science building."

He ducked through the open window, and stuck his head back inside your room to look at you. "See you at 2:30 then." He smirked, before exiting again and shutting your window, leaving you in the dark.

I am not looking forward to tomorrow.

The following afternoon, you sat in your calculus class zoning out and unable to keep your mind off Kylo. You would never admit it, not even to yourself, but you were definitely daydreaming. You were thinking about how soft his hair always looks and how it might feel to run your fingers through it.

You didn't realize your professor had called on you until he said your name for a second time, repeating his question. You sat up straight before looking down, your eyes scanning your paper. "Oh um- the answer is... x equals three fourths." Your face felt warm.

"That's correct. Lets try to be more focused, though." Your professor sighed, before continuing his lecture. You nodded quickly, looking down at your paper.

As you walked to the parking lot, your palms felt sweaty. You'd been in Kylo's car only a couple times before and it was a long time ago. The recent nagging thoughts you had been having about him didn't quell your nervousness either. You spotted his car quickly, and made your way to the passenger side.

When you opened the door, his music blared so loud, you thought his speakers might blow out. You sat your bag on the floor of his car before getting in and shutting the door.

Kylo was smirking when you turned to glare at him. You reached over and turned the dial down halfway and he laughed.

"Too loud for you princess?" He said sarcastically, leaning over to look behind him as he backed out of the parking lot.

You rolled your eyes and buckled your seatbelt, smoothing out your skirt with your hands. "Too loud for most people. Can I play something?"

Kylo scoffed, that stupid smirk still on his face. "Fuck no, you can't play your music in my car."

"Whatever." You crossed your arms, staring straight ahead.

After a few minutes of silence, Kylo finally spoke. "Have you heard of Slipknot?" He asked, nodding his head towards the radio and tapping his long fingers on the steering wheel to the music.

You scoffed, turning your head to face him. "Yes I've heard of Slipknot, you loser... It's just not really my thing. Kind of scary sounding... its just screaming mostly."

He laughed loudly at your last comment. "Scary? Aw, now that's cute. I bet you listen to Lana Del Rey or some shit like that." Kylo said sarcastically, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took a drag from it before offering it to you.

You rolled your eyes at him before taking it. Your fingers brushed against his, sending a shiver down your spine. You took a drag off of it before speaking. "Lana Del Rey makes really good music." Despite facing the window, you felt his eyes on you the whole time.

"Oh so I was right?" He grinned, staring at the road now. "I just said the first girly thing that came to mind... And when did you start smoking? I'm gonna tell your mom." He laughed.

You attempted to hide the smile that played at the corners of your mouth. "I'll be sure to tell her you supplied me with them... and yeah I like Lana. She sings about real shit." You took another drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the window.

Kylo scoffed at you again, motioning to the radio. "And you don't think bands like this do?... This song is called Metabolic, its about the lead singer's absent father and how he fears he will become just like him. They sing about real shit too, it isn't just screaming."

You shrugged, taking another hit before handing the cigarette back to him as he pulled into your driveway. "I never said they didn't, I'm just not super into this type of music."

He glared at you as you grabbed your bag, cigarette dangling from his mouth. You got out of his car, and shut the door behind you. "Thanks for the ride, Kylo" You said through gritted teeth.

I can't believe I'm telling this man thank you.

"No problem." He looked like he wanted to say something else but he stopped himself.

You nodded, before heading to your door. You noticed that he had watched you and waited for you to get inside your house before pulling away.

"How nice of Kylo for driving you home. What a sweet boy." Your mom smiled as you came through the door. "I wish he wouldn't smoke though, you smell like cigarettes."

"Yeah, he's cool." You sigh as you walk up the stairs, making your way to your room before shutting your bedroom door behind you.

You sit at your desk and open your laptop to get started on some homework. Before you start, you grab your headphones and open your phone, deciding to give Kylo's music taste another try. As you do your calculus homework, you find yourself tapping your foot to the music.

The following day, you waited outside for Finn to pick you up from class. You had waited 30 minutes before deciding to call him and he didn't pick up a single one of your several calls.

That fucker. He just left me here.

You huffed before opening your phone again in defeat, pressing on Kylo's contact.

"Yeah?" He sounded like had been sleeping. Your face felt hot from just the sound of his voice.

"I um- Finn left me here and I uh... don't have anyone to pick me up... Can you please come get me?" It felt so foreign asking Kylo for literally anything.

"Yeah I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He said. You noticed that he sounded much more alert, and you heard him shuffling in the background.

"Okay thanks... Uh- bye." You hung up, sitting down on the curb.

It wasn't even seven minutes before Kylo turned into the parking lot and pulled up next to you.

You opened the door, throwing your bag on the floor and getting in. "Jesus Christ, man?? How many traffic laws did you break getting here?" You smirked as you buckled your seatbelt.

Kylo laughed. "If you drove, and owned a car like this, you'd speed too." You couldn't help but notice the light pink that spread across his cheeks at your comment.

He handed you your own cigarette this time, and you placed it in your mouth. You went to reach for the lighter but he beat you to it.

"Allow me." Kylo said before raising the flame up to the end of your cigarette. You inhale, watching it ignite. You caught his gaze for a moment and felt the butterflies return, quickly averting your eyes and taking the cigarette between your fingers to turn and exhale out of his window. Kylo cleared his throat and looked ahead before lighting his own and pulling away.

You both listened to his music in silence for a few minutes. As you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, you recognized the song playing and began to mouth the lyrics.

I am my father's son 'cause he's a phantom, a mystery, and that leaves me nothing.

How many times have you wanted to die?

It's too late for me, all you have to do is get rid of me.

You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes.

Kylo's eyes darted over to you a few times, and he laughed. "There is no way- are you fucking singing along to Slipknot right now?! I thought this shit scared you, kid?" The look on his face was filled with shock and amusement.

"It's a catchy song. I don't know... Stop calling me that asshole!" You could feel the deep blush creeping across your face.

"No, No." He wasn't letting this go. "I didn't play this CD in the car yesterday, did you seriously go home and listen to it?" Between that and how embarrassed you looked from him pointing it out, Kylo could not contain the smile of pure amusement on his face.

"I don't know- Maybe." You looked out of the window, not facing him. You wanted nothing more than to die in that moment.

He was loving this too much. "Fucking obsessed with me, aren't ya? Listening to my songs and shit." Kylo teased.

You turned to glare at him. "I- No! Shut the fuck up." You gripped the fabric of your skirt and took a final drag of your cigarette before tossing it out of the window.

He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled into the driveway. "I'm only fucking with you."

"That's all you ever seem to do. Thanks for the ride I guess." You muttered as you got out of his car, slamming the door before walking to your house. As you walked away, you caught a glimpse of the look of disappointment and guilt on Kylo's face.

Fucking asshole. So unbelievable.

Kylo stayed in your driveway for a minute, debating on whether he should knock on your door to say something to you, but he ultimately decided against it and drove away.

That night, you laid in bed staring at your ceiling once again, head filled with thoughts of that stupid fucking beautiful asshole.

I don't understand him. He does nice shit for me sometimes, but then all he does is make fun of me?

And even after all of that, all you could think about was that stupid cigarette dangling from his lips and how hot he looked. Your mind wandered to how Kylo would lean closer to you, his hand resting on the back of your headrest while reversing. How he nodded his head and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the music. How close his face was to yours when he insisted on lighting your cigarette for you.

God! I'm such an idiot. I cant stand him or myself for that matter.

You heard a few taps on your window and your brow furrowed. You rolled out of bed, walking to your window before opening it. You were met with Kylo's dark eyes staring back at you.

Your eyes narrowed at him. "What a gentleman, thank you for knocking this time..." You said sardonically. "But Finn is asleep I think."

"Had to make sure you didn't have a guy over." He teased. "But I'm not here for him... you wanna smoke?" He grinned at you, holding up a neatly rolled joint.

You laughed nervously. "I've never smoked weed before Kylo, I don't know..."

"Of course you haven't... It'll be fine, I'm not asking you to smoke the whole goddamn thing." He smirked, offering his hand for you to take.

You sighed before taking Kylo's hand and ducking out of your window. The cold, October air sent goosebumps across your exposed arms and legs. He led you to a flat part of your roof and the both of you sat down together.

You watched as he placed the joint in his mouth and lit it, taking a couple hits before handing it to you.

You inhaled, noticing how it burned a little more than a cigarette does. You coughed slightly, which caused Kylo to chuckle, and you glared at him as you handed the joint back to him.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad earlier." He smirked, taking another hit.

You scoffed. "You just fuck with me too much. You always have."

Kylo sighed. "I only do it because your reactions are so fun... I didn't think about how it might make you feel." He paused. "And besides, I think its cute that you listened to my music all on your own, for the fun of it."

You blushed, hoping that the darkness would conceal the pink creeping across your face. "It's fine. I'm so used to your games by now." You laughed, shivering slightly.

Kylo placed the joint between his lips before slipping his dark jacket off and draping it around your shoulders. It felt so warm and was about three sizes too big for you. You laughed nervously, looking down. "Thank you."

He nodded, gazing down at you as he handed you the joint.

As the two of you sat in silence for a minute, the weed had already begun to take its toll on you. Everything seemed funny to you and as you looked up at the stars, you laughed softly at nothing.

Kylo smiled at you. "What's so funny, kid? Already high from two baby hits?" He teased. "This isn't even my strongest shit."

"You're such an idiot." You laughed at him, shaking your head.

The next hour was spent laughing about anything and everything. The two of you made fun of your brother, talked about college and how both of you agree calculus fucking sucks, and the two of you shared some other artists you liked with each other.

"I can't believe I clocked you so easily with Lana fucking Del Rey. I honest to god said that as a joke." Kylo laughed.

"Hey, she makes good music. Please let me make you listen to her the next time we're in the car, please." You playfully begged.

He sighed, feigning defeat. "Fine but only like two songs max... so you better make them good." Kylo smirked as he flicked the roach off the roof.

You weren't sure if it was the weed in your system, but something was giving you a slight newfound confidence to speak more freely. You sighed. "You're always spot on about me though... I am kind of lame. I always had this idea in my head that you and Finn were the ones who were losers... but in reality I am."

Kylo looked at you, puzzled. "I never thought you were a loser... I poke fun at you, sure, but I admire your intelligence... and how introverted you always are." He laughed, playfully pushing your shoulder.

You laughed nervously. "No, I mean... I don't go out and do anything fun the way you do. I don't loosen up, I don't hang out with people, I definitely never have guys over..." You laughed again, trailing off. "I mean my god I've never even kissed anyone."

He stared at you, his eyes scanning your face as if he were debating something. "You've got to be fucking with me right now. A pretty thing like you has surely got to have boys lined up and down the street."

You laughed at his comment, blushing. "If they are, I surely don't pay attention. No one talks to me at school." You stared at your lap, fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket.

You felt his cold fingertips touch your jaw, lifting your chin to look up at him. Before you could say anything, Kylo leaned in quickly and kissed you. You felt like a live wire, as if lightning bolts were shooting through your entire body. His kiss was urgent, yet gentle, and he held your face in his hands so tenderly.

When he pulled away, his eyes met yours and you both smiled nervously at each other. You noticed him shiver slightly. "Do you wanna... maybe go inside? It's warmer in there." You said shyly.

Kylo smirked at you. "Are you inviting a guy into your room right now?" He teased before standing up and taking your hand.

You giggled, following him. "Shut up."

He chuckled softly and when you got to the window, he went first. He ducked inside, pulling you with him which caused you both to practically fall through your window. You landed on top of him, your hushed giggles only silenced once he kissed you again.

"Shhh are you trying to wake your parents?" Kylo smirked up at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you on top of him on your bedroom floor, the moonlight from the window behind you illuminating you in a halo-like glow. He grabbed your waist and gently rolled you off of him, before you both stood up.

His large, strong hands pulled you by the waist closer to him, and he had to lean down to kiss you. His kiss was full of need this time, you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip, asking for entry and you obliged, parting your lips. You moaned against his mouth and you felt the smirk that played at his lips.

Kylo took a few steps forward, pushing you gently backwards until the backs of your knees hit your soft bed. He pulled away for a moment to take his jacket off of you and throw it to the floor, before pushing you flat onto your bed.

"I-I've never... um." You stumbled over your words, feeling your face get hot as your eyes darted up to your ceiling.

Kylo leaned over you, his palms flat on the mattress on either side of your head. "I just stole your first kiss a couple minutes ago, you don't think I know that?" He smirked down at you before tilting his head slightly, leaning closer to trail kisses down your neck. "Do you not want to? I can stop whenever you want, all you need to do is say so." He whispered between kisses, trailing his hand down your body and stopping just above your clothed cunt.

The sensation made the heat in your core grow. "N-no. Don't stop Kylo." You whined.

He smiled, before standing straight up again and looking down at you. He looped his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pulling them off slowly. "Look at you sweet thing, I've barely touched you and you're already a fucking mess." He teased, causing you to whimper.

Kylo chuckled softly, separating your knees and ghosting his hand down your thigh, stopping at your heat. He ran two long fingers through your slit, collecting your wetness on them before rubbing light circles over your clit. You gasped at the contact, bucking your hips instinctively against his hand. "Needy little thing, aren't you?" He smirked, using his other hand to hold your waist down before pushing his fingers inside slowly.

You whined at the feeling of his long fingers stretching you out, your much smaller hands were nothing compared to his. After giving you a moment to adjust, Kylo began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them upwards to draw sweet, soft moans from you.

"K-Kylo..." You breathed.

He smirked, amused by how quickly you were coming undone at his hand. "What is it, pretty girl?"

You whined at the sweet name he gave you, stuttering over your words once again. "You're g-gonna make me c-cum."

Kylo laughed softly, he had already gathered that from the noises you were making. "Oh, yeah?" He smirked at you, not faltering once with the steady pace he had created with his fingers.

"P-please. Please I want you to..." You trailed off, lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

"Please what? I'm not gonna do anything else unless you ask for it. Go ahead... Say it, say it." He was having way too much fun with you.

"Please Kylo..." You begged him. "Please I- I want you t-to fuck me."

He grinned at you and stood up, removing his fingers from your cunt, before licking them clean. You tasted divine to him, and he made a mental note that he needed to taste the source at some point. Maybe another night.

You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness and watched as he pulled a condom from his wallet, putting it between his lips before working to undo his belt. He made quick work of his clothes, saving his boxers for last and sliding them off, his cock springing upwards.

You didn't realize your mouth was open until Kylo looked over at you and saw you staring at him. He laughed, tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth. "I'll go slow, don't worry." You watched as he slid the condom down to the base of his cock, before making his way over to you on the bed.

He made you sit up a bit so he could pull your shirt over your head, before kissing you, trailing down your neck and chest, leaving a few light red marks along the way. You whimpered at the sensation, not caring that you'd have to conceal them in the morning.

Kylo pulled away, admiring his work and settling himself between your legs, lining his cock up with your entrance. "Ready?" He moved a piece of hair from your eyes, smirking down at you.

You wrapped your arms around him, nodding your head. He groaned as he slowly pushed his cock inside you, taking extra care not to hurt you and watching as your face contorted from the feeling of his cock splitting you open. Your nails dug into his back as you whined.

After allowing you a moment to adjust to his size, Kylo began to move slowly, creating a gentle yet deep pace and hitting that bundle of nerves inside you with each thrust. It felt like heaven and you attempted to stifle your moans, failing miserably. "Shhh pretty girl, don't wake up the entire house now." He put his hand over your mouth lightly, smiling down at you.

You moaned against Kylo's hand as he began to pick up his pace slightly. He removed his hand to kiss you, his tongue winning dominance over the inside of your mouth.

Kylo pulled away to admire you, his thrusts were still gentle, but he was unrelenting on that sensitive spot, hitting it with each snap of his hips.

"Ky-kylo... m'gonna c-cum... feels so good." You whined, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Yeah?" He moaned slightly, out of breath and nearing his own climax. "Go ahead, cum on my cock."

Your vision went blurry as you came undone beneath him, the tight coil in your abdomen bursting into fireworks of endless pleasure.

"Just like that, pretty girl. You're doing so good, Fuck." Kylo whispered in your ear, easing you through your orgasm as his hand rested over your mouth to muffle your moans.

After a few more thrusts he came to a halt with a groan, burying himself deep inside of you as he came. "Fuck- shit! You feel so fucking good." He hissed.

As Kylo came down from his high, he breathed heavily, smiling down at you before kissing you again. He pulled away, pulling out of you. You whined, which caused him to chuckle slightly. You watched as he took the condom off, throwing it in the trash before slipping his boxers back on, and retrieving his band t-shirt and your underwear from the floor.

He sat back on the bed and gently dressed you, his shirt hanging off of your much smaller frame. "You look so pretty in my clothes." He smirked at you, pulling your covers over the two of you before taking you into his arms.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat flutter. "Thank you." You whispered softly.

Kylo chuckled. "For what, pretty girl?" He played with your hair.

"For making my first time memorable. It was really, really good..." You trailed off sleepily.

You heard his heartbeat falter at your comment and you smiled. He ran his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to thank me for that, I've wanted to do this for a while now." Kylo waited for an answer but it never came. He sighed, smiling as he realized you had fallen asleep on him. This was a feeling he could get used to.

The following morning, you two were awoken by the sound of your mother knocking on your bedroom door. Kylo was immediately alert, scrambling out of bed and grabbing his remaining clothes before ducking under your bed as you silently laughed at him.

"Yeah?" You called out to your mother.

She entered, looking around your room. "I'm going to the grocery store, do you want anything... where did you get that shirt." She stared at the Slipknot t-shirt you were wearing that was three sizes too big for you.

You looked down at yourself, before looking back at her. "I'm doing laundry right now and Kylo left it in Finn's room a long time ago." You lied through your teeth. "And no, I don't want anything."

"Hm, okay... And close that window, the heat is on and its freezing in here!" She motioned to your open window before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

You fell back onto your pillow, shutting your eyes and smiling at the sound of Kylo's laughter beneath you.

[classicanalyzer]

Star Wars Acolyte - Night Thoughts

"Freedom. The freedom to wield my power the way I like. Without having to answer to Jedi like you. I want a pupil, an Acolyte. But this one...went back on our deal. She exposed me. So, now I have to kill every single last one of you. I don't make the rules. The Jedi do. And the Jedi say I can't exist. They see my face, they all die. Aw, look at you two. Right back where you started." "Qimir"

HOLY SHIT, THIS EPISODE IS SO GOOD.

I love how badass Jecki was against both Mae and "Qimir"...sadly she didn't survive "Qimir" (I was not expecting how fucking brutal her death was and I was so sad). She managed to not only take down Mae who took down a Jedi Master in combat but hold out for a good while against a Rule of Two Sith (even breaking his Cortosis helmet!). She was simply too badass to live with her amazing dual blade stance. Jecki is truly Sol's Padawan.

I know I thought "Qimir" couldn't have been the Sith but I love this show's execution of him being the Sith. He's so jacked, I guess we know why he chose to be a seemingly carefree chemist. I love how he comes across as a psychopathic manchild with how he wants the freedom to do what he wants...which is killing Jedi. "Qimir" is definitely the Sith Apprentice (or rather Acolyte) and not the Sith Master. I think he wants an Acolyte to overthrow his master.

I'm also so happy that the show didn't try to make the Sith sympathetic. That was one of my biggest worries going into this show. We see the insanity of "Qimir's" "reasoning" for hating the Jedi and their attempts to stamp out the Sith for good.

I think what's going to happen is that the Jedi think "Qimir" is the Sith Master and not the Apprentice. Then after they kill him, they'll not tell the rest of the Order and Republic about this little incident. Since they're sure this time the Sith are truly extinct, and they don't want to cause any unnecessary panic.

I love how "Qimir's" armor and helmet are made out of Cortosis, a material that can temporarily shortcircuit Lightsabers.

Poor Jecki and Yord, the two Jedi were trying their goddamn best but it wasn't enough against the Sith. Jecki did an amazing job in this episode despite being a Padawan. Yord also grew on me as the show went on, and it was surprising how brutal he and Jecki's deaths were. Their deaths also show how unnecessarily cruel the Sith are. I'm also thankful that Bazil and Pip survived this episode given how murder happy this show is.

It's sad to see how far the twin's relationship fell apart. Mae truly wanted to be with her sibling again, even willing to abandon her Sith master...but Osha will always see her as irredeemable which one can't blame her for. I was screaming when Mae posed as her sister and even more so when Osha was left at the "mercy" of her former Master. I really hope Mae backs out of her presumed plan to kill Sol.

Everything about Sol in this episode, the panic and heartbreak in his voice and face when asking Yord to bring Osha to safety and Jecki's death shows how much of a father figure he is. Sol truly saw Osha, Jeckil, and even Mae as his children. It's truly a case of what if Obi-Wan died in TPM instead of Qui-Gon and we see that good is not nice at all. If it wasn't for Osha, Sol might've done something he would've regretted. I wonder if he figured out by the end that Mae is impersonating Osha.

ALSO THE USE OF KYLO REN'S THEME NEAR THE END. His Knights of Ren-looking helmet might actually hold more than we thought. Perhaps "Qimir" founded or inspired the Knights of Ren.

I hope Sol can help Mae and perhaps redeem Mae. On the other hand, I really think Osha might fall to the Dark Side. It would be a nice subversion of what we thought Osha being the Light Side Twin and Mae being the Dark Side Twin. Great darkness has the possibility of being just as bright while great light has the possibility of being just as dark. I wonder if "Qimir" will tell Osha of the Sith version of the events at Brendok that make the Jedi look worse than they are. However, perhaps Sol would tell Mae the actual version of events which shows that while the Jedi are flawed, they weren't responsible for the deaths of her Coven and even tried to save some, even if some (Master Torbin) believe it was their fault that it came to these series of events.

This is an amazing episode and my favorite episode of the show. Once again I felt this episode was 45+ minutes rather than under 30 minutes. Truly the definition of all killer and no filler. I love this show so so much.

[generalkenobee]

Oh hell yeah smutty as sh*t

What you do to me

Warnings: SHORT, smut, degrading, inappropriate use of the force, riding, soft dom! Kylo, FEM! Reader, I think this might actually be the worst thing I've ever written so, Kylo kinda gets overstimed at one point buttt yk, let me know if I missed anything:)

Summary: basically just smutty inappropriate use of the force💀

"you know what you want and so do I." Kylo's voice was low as he looked down at you. Your body was pressed between him and a wall, hidden away in his quarters.

You weren't able to say anything it was too embarrassing, no matter how many times you had done this with him you never got used to his size or how shy you got when he was this close.

"I can see what you want. Nonetheless, hearing your pretty voice say it- oh maker" his lips pressed against yours. Kylo tried to be big and bad but sometimes he had to let his defenses down. "I love you, so much" your boyfriend whispered into the kiss

You felt a sensation, it's sort of indescribable. Cold and warm, soft but rock hard. It was around your whole body kind of cupping you and keeping you away from everything else.

Kylo uses the force on you all the time, not just during sex either. He uses it to tease you, brush against your clothes like a wind or pulling your chair closer to his during dinner.

"I know. It's strong isn't it? Can you feel me? "

You were pushed on to the bed but not by Kylo, it was something so much bigger. Kylo's bed was bigger than yours by a lot and his sheets were always freshly cleaned and smelled amazing, you felt so small every time you were in his quarters.

Kylo got on the bed and pulled you on to him, pulling you down he whispered in your ear "I want you to ride me tonight, can you do that for me? Please?" You only nodded your head in response while your shirt was coming up over your head. You didn't wear a bra, you never did when you went to him...

You felt it surround your breasts and squeeze at your nipples and it was just like Kylo was doing it

"you know what to do baby"

And you did. You took him out of his pants letting your saliva drip down his length "that feels amazing (Y/N), just a little longer" and so you took your time pumping him, making sure he was perfectly erect and ready for you.

"please baby I can't take it any longer"

You slowly sunk down onto his cock throwing your head back and curling your toes.

"just- just wait-" You loved when he was like this, he was just as needy as you and a stuttering mess. Not in the way of him being submissive, but in the way that he was just in love with you and how your body made him feel

You started slowly moving your hips in circles causing you both to let out a long sigh. " S'big.. " Kylo loved that your body never got quite used to his size "I know baby, but you can take it"

"Kylo" your voice was quiet and almost scared "It's really good but can I touch my cl-"

"fuck no you can't. It's my job to make you feel good." He was so against when men let their girlfriend/wife's play with their clit when getting fucked. Kylo could make you feel good. You shouldn't have to do it yourself.

The pressure applied to your clit by the force made you fold. You couldn't take much more. "Kylo please.."

"me too"

You both let out a loud groan while you tugged on his hair speeding up your pace. "Baby- please s' too much. Yo-you gotta stop-" but you didn't so he stopped you himself. "Shit!"

The mixture of cum was leaking from your hole onto his pubic bone "there's s-so much..fuck"

[cosmic-ships]

Good news! :3

I had a vivid dream of Kylo last night like... I know this is going to sound utterly bat shit insane but I was laying here with my eyes close, I was completely relaxed (for fucking once lol) and istg I heard his voice it was just for a second and it was only one word but that was the last thing I remember before passing tf out. (Yes you may all not believe me but I really do not care if you do or don't I know what I heard-)

but then I had this amazing wonderful vivid dream about him! Which I'm not going to disclose because it felt extremely personal and extremely real (both in an emotional and physical sense) <3

I woke up this morning feeling so idk... calm and relaxed

Happy. 💜

Also hey, it's raining out! I love rain! (Just not when it does the other thing but that's not in the forecast!)

So I can finally respond to Lee's ask because I am 1000% going to answer them for my darling husband Ky <3

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Hux was staring blankly at his plate.

"Hey... Alright darling?" Kylo smiled placing hand on his waist.

"I... " Armitage nodded slowly "Yes.. " he smiled to Kylo's parents taking sip of wine. "Your home looks amazing. The tree, lights, food. It took a lot of work."

"I enjoy it." Leia smiled. "Decorating." she watched like Armitage is looking around "Ben... Why don't you show Armitage your room."

"Mum, i am not a child anymore..."

"I actually would like to see your room." Hux looked at him. Kylo shrugged and stood up, taking him upstairs. Armitage sat down on his bed and smiled amused. "Black walls?"

"I've .. Had a faze...." Armitage giggled smoothing out sheets.

"Would.. your family be mad if i... Stay here for a minute?"

"No that's fine. Everything alright? I know they can be a lot"

"No. No, you have wonderful family." Kylo sat down next to him. "I just never... Had Christmas like this... " Armitage pulled legs to his chest "I mean there were decorations and dinner but it was always.... Ah... "

"I know. Take all time you need" Kylo pressed a kiss to his temple " maybe i should stay?"

"No... They were missing you. Go. I will be back soon i promise." Ben nodded and left him, closing the door. He get back alone to the table. Leia smiled.

"A little overwhelmed hm? Your boyfriend?"

"I guess. He laid down for a few minutes."

"I like him you know. "She smiled. "He seems to have a calming effect on you."

"Yes well... I... Love him."

Leia smiled slightly and sat down next to him holding his hand.

"I can see that."

*****

Armitage joined them an hour later. He sat down under Christmas tree next to his boyfried.

"Kylo... " Kylo smiled and kissed him. Armitage hummed pleased. " Ky lo" he murmured. Kylo adored when Hux was using his chosen name. Not mocking him for it, not thinking it was ridiculous. He also was phenomenal in moaning it over and over...

"I love you so much" he blurted out. Hux laughed took small black box form under the tree and gave it to him.

"It's for you. Open." Kylo did that and took out small red stone on golden chain "It's... "

"I know. Kyber. But how did you... Armitage it's fucking raw kyber. How... " Hux smiled. "It's so expensive "

"Stop that now. Just... Wear it. It should be warm to touch." Kylo smiled putting it on.

"Did you wore it?" Hux blushed and cleared his throat.

"Yes... For a bit... I just heard that... it's appropriate to wear it before it will be gifted. Something about your spiritual nonsenses and bonds i guess ... " Kylo laughed.

"Thank you." He kissed his cheek. "I... Merry Christmas, Armitage. " He gave him and envelope. Hux blinked confused and took it. He unfolded the document inside and his heart skipped a beat.

"You ... It's... ."

"You are not going back to that awful people darling. I won't let you."

"You got us a house." Hux whispered.

"I did. I won't take no for an answer. Unless.. you really don't want to but.. " Armitage kissed him trying to blink off tears. Didn't help a lot. He burst into hysterical laugh when he moved away. "Armitage."

"I ... I am fine. I am. You got us a house."

"Yes. Yes. No more people who call themselves your family. No more of this Armitage. I won't let them hurt you anymore. " Hux covered his mouth trying to compose himself. He gave up after few seconds and fell into Kylo's arms, trying hard not to fall apart. Kylo hugged him. "It's alright. Shh.. " he tangled fingers into his hair. "Everything will be alright i promise. Cry all you want."

"Y..your family "

"Outside. They are playing with Rey in snow. We have plenty of time. Breathe.."Armitage hid face in his neck.

"I love you." He whispered "i don't deserve you. I love you."

"You deserve everything." Hux sobbed holding onto him tightly. After he calmed down a little he sat more comfortably and looked at Kylo.

"You bought a fucking house and have the audacity to complain about kyber being expensive ?" Kylo laughed. Hux sighed and held his hand. "Thank you." He whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Armitage."

Hux only smiled curling in his arms. But for Kylo it was the best gift he could get.

Oh And if you are interested in how they manged to pull out Millicent and Armitage's things from Hux's house.... Kylo simply asked KoR to accompany them. And when seven armed, well-trained men from special unit politely ask you to sit down and do not interfere you sit down. Even if you are Brendol Hux.

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My Chirstmas take on kylux i hope you liked it! Merry Christmas!

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

apparently we're all posting smut for thanksgiving, and I wanted to join!! this is an excerpt from my Pornstar AU, for context in thix au it's basically benarmie bc i couldn't find a way too add enough trauma to kylo's backstory to justify a change (because this is really a story abt hux) and Ben's ace in this story, so their sex life is basically just things I find interesting as someone who is also ace? im really playing with the definition of sex here in a way i find super fun.

anyway have 2k of porn, and then after you should all read jayne's fic private demonstration because it's amAZING

OKAY PORN UNDER THE CUT

As strange as it was adjusting to mornings with someone in his bed, Armitage is having more trouble right now reaching over and finding only rumpled blankets and a long cold pillow. The scent of Ben's shampoo still clings to the fabric when he pulls it into his arms, buries his face in it and takes a deep breath. The blinds are open, no doubt done by Ben long before the sun rose, before he climbed out of their bed, before he left Armitage to sleep away another day of retirement aimlessly.

While the garden has proved a useful distraction, some days are harder than others. Each first light brings with it the reminder that he doesn't have anything to do, besides keeping three plants alive and taking care of himself. Having never been skilled at the latter, Armitage can feel himself fraying at the edges. He twirls his wedding ring idly with his thumb, runs the pad over smooth metal, and watches how light reflects off the gold band. For a moment, Armitage remembers that day in the Trader Joe's, dreaming about taking a man home and doing something for himself, fucking someone without a camera involved.

Some might consider it a betrayal to explore this line of thought, Ben's made it clear that Armitage is allowed to imagine whatever he wants, and do with those thoughts whatever he pleases. Though his morning wood is fading, Armitage reaches a hand between his legs, buries his head deeper into Ben's pillow and cups himself, relishes in the pressure. He imagines an alternate world, one where Ben took him home, laid him out on the couch, slotted between his thighs until clothed erections pressed together, layers of fabric adding to the friction.

Ben would have gasped into his mouth, still shy, and Armitage would have whispered encouragement at the shell of his ear, nipped at the lobe before kissing his way down Ben's neck. His fingers would have popped the button of Ben's jeans, his hands pushed down his joggers, and following along with the daydream, Armitage pushes his briefs down, propping Ben's pillow against the headboard so he can sit up and lean into it. 

Eyes closed, Armitage circles his hole lazily. He's not willing to move and grab lube, so the most he can do is toy with himself, but imagining Ben's hands make even that exciting. Ben's voice, husky from lust, stuttering with nerves, asking if Armitage is going to be good for him, open for him, scream for him.

"Yes," Armitage whispers to the empty room, moving from his hole to wrap around himself, pressing under the head with a finger while his free hand toys with a nipple. "Always, Ben."

"Good morning."

His eyes snap open, his neck jerking as his gaze shoots to the door and his hands freeze. Ben's there, leaning against the frame, shoulders loose and a smile tugging at his lips. Does he move his hands away? And when had Ben gotten home? What time is it? Armitage hasn't checked the clock yet, hasn't even taken his phone off the charger.

"Short day," Ben says, coming further into the room. He takes Armitage's dressing chair and picks it up, moves it to face the bed and leans against the back. "Keep going."

A decade of fucking on camera, and this is what makes Armitage blush. With stilted motions, Armitage strokes his cock, torn between looking Ben in the eye and pretending he's not there. Ben moves as Armitage hand slides up and down, comes to his side of the bed and opens the drawer where his toys are.

"Ben-" he starts, but he's shushed, one hand raising a finger while the other rifles through the drawer.

"I've been thinking," Ben says. His hand withdraws from the drawer, a bottle of lube and a dildo both fitting in his grasp. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to try something." His mouth opens, word Armitage can't find the words, listens instead to the click of his throat as he swallows, the hitch of his breath as he reaches up to take the items from Ben. "I'll need you to use your words, sweetheart."

"Yes, god," Armitage gasps. Ben is well aware what the pet name does to him, has seen more than once how he flushes at the smallest bit of affection. One of his hands stills, just holding himself, and the other sets everything he’s been handed next to him on the sheets. "Yes."

"Good." There's a laughter to Ben's words, even as he sits in that chair at the foot of the bed, legs spread, facing  Armitage and watching him with warm eyes. Sat like that, Ben's slacks do little to hide him even soft, and Armitage has to stop himself from staring. "Are you going to do what I say?"

"Ben-"

Ben clicks his tongue.

"Call me 'love,' dear. We don't want you to wear my name out." Armitage’s flush moves down his neck, turns his chest red as his head tries to hide in the pillow. "None of that. I want to see how much you enjoy everything."

"Ben-" Armitage winces, looks forward and forces himself to hold Ben’s gaze. "Love, please."

"Hands off."

Armitage groans, but he listens, grips the sheets and looks at Ben, from his eyes, warm and calm as always, to the rise and fall of his chest, even and slow.  Ben chuckles, leans forward in his seat as his elbows rest on his thighs.

"What were you thinking about when I came in?" he asks. "When you said my name."

His head twitches, and Armitage wants desperately to hide, bury himself in the blankets away from intense brown eyes. He feels exposed, flayed open. Instead his own gaze traces Ben's jaw, wonders how his stubble would feel against Armitage's chest.

"The day we met," Armitage says, breathes almost. His hands clench in time with his jaw, and Ben's silence bids him to continue. "Imagined you spreading me out on the couch, didn't get much farther than that."

"Half-fucked out, and still all you could think about was more," Ben says with a laugh. "I want you to stretch yourself, sweetheart. Just one finger for now, I'll decide when you're ready for more. Do you understand?" Armitage nods. "Out loud, honey. I need to hear you."

Armitage's breath stutters as he uncaps the lube.

"Yes, Love," he says. His hand shakes as it moves down his body, as he shifts down just enough to bare himself to Ben. His legs spread on habit, knees drawing up towards his chest, the muscle memory of camera angles burned into the motions. He hasn't shaved in a few days, but Ben watches with rapt attention as Armitage circles his hole.

"Don't tease yourself," he says. "That's my job."

Armitage groans as he slips inside, takes a deep breath and relaxes as best he can. His cock is weeping against his stomach, head red and precome spilling from the slit, and Armitage wants to take it in hand, give himself relief. He keeps his hand in the sheets instead, flexes his fingers. "Can you keep a slow rhythm on your own, or do you need me to set it for you, dear?"

He can't think, let alone keep time, but his throat is dry and his head foggy, so Armitage shakes his head, watches as Ben's brows furrow.

"Armitage?"

"You, please," he manages.

"You're with me?"

"Yes." After another breath. "Wanna be good."

"You are," Ben says. "You're doing so well."

Standing from his seat again, Ben comes around the bed, sits next to Armitage and leans into him as the mattress dips. His dress shirt is rough against Armitage's heated skin. He's pulled into Ben's chest, and his head falls back to rest in the crook of Ben's neck, panting breaths against his collar.

"Is this better, sweetheart?" he asks, words vibrating through Armitage. One of his hands is on Armitage's waist, and the other runs slowly up and down his arm. "Can you keep that pace?"

It will be glacial, Armitage knows, work him closer to the edge inch by inch and still maybe never get him there. But it's what Ben wants him to do, and Armitage wants to be good.

"Yes," he mutters, nodding. He pulls out as Ben's hand drags down his arm, hissing as he thrusts in when the motion moves upward. Minutes pass with the slow push and pull, hours, maybe. Armitage's world has narrowed to the warmth of Ben at his back, the hand on his arm, and the catch of his rim each time he pulls out to the tip.

"Add another, honey," Ben says, words whispered into Armitage's hair. "You don't have to be quiet. The world would be lucky to hear you."

His stomach twists as Armitage lets out a noise, a gasp, a moan, a sob. Even with thin fingers, there's a stretch, a strain. When his fingers are fully seated, Ben has him scissor them, pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head, his temple, the skin behind his ear.

"Tell me how it feels," Ben says.

"Not enough," Armitage groans. "More, please, Love." The dildo rests on the sheets to their left, and Armitage looks to it. "Please."

"Another finger first, sweetheart." His eyes squeeze closed, and Armitage tries to focus, slides into himself even as he loses the rhythm for a second, his wrist stuttering. "Do you need to go faster? Tell me what you need."

"Ben- Love." He drawls the words, turning his face up blindly, mouth open. His unasked plea is answered as their lips meet, kiss chaste despite the depravity of the situation. When Ben pulls away, Armitage whines, an aching in his chest.

"I want you to fuck yourself now, honey. However you want, you've been so patient, exactly how I pictured." Both his arms are wrapped around Armitage now, pressing them close enough the buttons of Ben's shirt dig into his skin. Armitage doesn't grab the lube, can't think beyond lining the dildo up with his entrance and sliding it in slowly, inch by inch until the base is flush against his rim. He can't bear to pull it fully out, can't suffer through the feeling of emptiness, so Armitage fucks himself with shallow thrusts, his shoulder straining to angle just right.

His prostate is just out of reach, and Armitage sobs, hides in Ben's neck again as he sits just on the edge. It's so much, and still it's not enough.

"Love," he gasps, chest heaving and breath hitching. "Please."

"You need help, don't you, dear?" Ben asks, and one of his fingers pinches at Armitage's nipples. "Can't think enough to get yourself off, so you need my help." He does, god, Armitage doesn't even know what to do, can't collect his thoughts enough. "Sweetheart, you have two hands. Wrap the other one around yourself for me."

Armitage does, holds himself loosely. If he slows down the thrust of the dildo inside him, he can manage weak strokes, twist his wrist at the tip and runs his thumb over the slit. Armitage moans, settles for just squeezing his cock to thrust deeper as his stomach coils tighter, as his toes flex, as his breathing grows shallow.

"Close," he mutters. "Please, Love, I'm so close."

 Ben's teeth close around the shell of his ear, worry the cartilage and nip at the skin.

"What are you waiting for?" he asks. "You've been so good, honey. Let yourself come." His movements stutter as he pulls out and pushes back in, and Armitage lets go of the dildo, leaves it seated inside him and thrusts up into his own hand. "Are you picturing me inside you, sweetheart? We'll need to get you something bigger next time, let you really imagine how I'd split you open."

Mouth gaping, pushing back into the body behind him, Armitage comes. He spills over himself, over his hand, come warm on his fingers and sticking to his skin, and even with closed eyes, he can imagine Ben's gaze, eyes hooded and focused. Armitage pumps himself through his orgasm, smears his cock with come and hisses through the overstimulation, chasing the feeling despite the pain.

"Gorgeous," Ben whispers in his ear, pulling his hand away. "Look at you, how ruined you are. I'll be right back, dear, I need to get something to clean you up."

Ben climbs out of bed then, settles Armitage back onto the pillows as his breathes even out and he floats on the aftershocks of sensation. The tap in the bathroom, feet on the wooden floor, and then a warm, wet towel is wiped gently over him, careful against the sensitive skin of his cock.

"Sit up, sweetheart," Ben says, guiding him up with a hand at the small of his back. His eyes flutter open, and Ben hands him a glass of water. Armitage takes it in weak hands, glad that Ben doesn't let it go, but instead brings it up to his lips. "You did so well, Armitage. God, I hope you liked that."

Armitage chuckles, pulls the glass away from his lips.

"Understatement," he mutters. "Loved it, Ben, just-" The water is set on the bedside table, and Ben opens his arms. Armitage climbs in, settles across Ben's legs and rests his head on Ben's shoulder. "You said you were thinking about it?"

"You always-" Ben pauses. "During the-" He winces. "During, you seemed so happy, just listen to instructions. I wanted to try and give that to you, somehow. Googled a few things, came up with this."

"You should Google things more," Armitage says. He's in Ben's arms, but he's also back on that set, surrounded by bodies and meeting Ben's eyes through them, watching himself be watched. "Just you, though, right? Only want you."

Ben presses a kiss into his hair, pulling him closer.

"Just me, and just you."

I can't find the like line break thing so this is just a line break

Also the during ben's talking abt is a gang bang hux films for work before he retires, this scene makes a little more sense at the beginning and end in context of the fic but mainly it's just porn and @moondyad was my one yes vote to join in the porn fest that I needed bc i literally only ever need one other person to encourage me

[gamebird]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Favorite five fics I have written:

Shattered Salvation - over a million words. NBC Heroes. A love poem of Petlar and Petrellicest. Polyamory. Saving the world. Saving each other. Heroes and villains and enough time for side characters to have a moment, but the through-line was always Peter and Sylar. This was originally posted on FFN in sections, and then I accidentally deleted it from AO3 after it had been there for a few years. So there used to be more kudos and comments on it, lost to my mistake.

Grey Order - Only 573k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, TROS doesn't exist. I especially like the Poe/Hux stuff and their balance of asexual with allosexual. This story grew organically on its own, starting off as a series of Force visions between Rey and Kylo set after TLJ. But it went other places and I love the places it went, eventually finding a path to lasting peace for the galaxy, and for the troubled souls in it.

Unification - 167k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, TROS doesn't exist here either. This is my most self-indulgent fic. It was the one where I said, 'You know what? Fuck all the rules of writing I've been adhering to. I'm going to switch POVs every chapter. I'm going to indulge in plot-unnecessary world-building. I'm going to have three separate romances. I'm going to create a dozen original characters and have them all be interesting!' So I did. I had a great time writing it and a lot of people enjoyed reading it.

Services Rendered - 15k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. TROS doesn't exist. This is explicit Kylux with a heavy dose of Knights of Ren and a whole lot of gang-bang orgy action with a sweet, non-monogamous ending. It is my highest bookmarked fic and second highest by hits. It's not my best work as a writer, IMO, but I find it hilarious that out of all the stuff I've written, this is the one that has the most accolades.

Dirty Talk - 634 words. My sole Star Trek fic. What I like about it mostly is how I wrote it. I was chatting with a friend on LJ, got inspired, and banged it out over a couple minutes as a gift to my conversational partner. Who was amazed that I'd just written that. Right then. Between one post and the next. I found the response deeply flattering, so whenever I look at that story I remember that.

I know there's nothing on here about the Murderbot Diaries or The Old Guard. I've had cancer and health issues coinciding with my involvement in those fandoms, and it's only been recently that I think my writing has recovered. My favorites of Murderbot are the Skulk series and Gurathin's Side of the Story.

Other writers I'd like to tag: @morby , @rosewind2007 , @gauzyfruitcake , @darkswanone , @blessphemy .

[mini-sae]

Kylo Ren alphabet

A ( aftercare ) : Kylo is not much into rough sex. But sometimes, at your demand, he's so brutal that you end up sobbing in pleasure. Then he stops everything. Even though he didnt cum, he takes care of you.

B ( body part ) : Your face. He's watching it and caressing it everytime he can. Even when you're on your knees, he prefers caressing your face with his cock than fucking your mouth.

C ( cum ) : Well when it's not on your face, he likes to cum deep inside you. And when it leaks out, he tries to contain it with his fingers.

D ( dirty secret ) : He uses the force on you, to your knowledge. But he used the force before you were together. Reading your desires and your darkest fantasies.

E ( experience ) : Not much, really. He had a few encounters but nothing serious. And then, his mind was only focused on the first order. Now it's only focused on you.

F ( favorite position ) : On top of you, definitely. He can kiss you lovingly all over your face and see your every reaction. He's also in total control in this position.

G ( goofy ) : Kylo is not a goofy person, but he's amused by your eagerness. He likes playing with you very much.

H ( hair ) : Not so much hair. A little on his private area.

I ( intimacy ) : When you started dating him, you were sure he would be rough and demanding in bed. But actually, he's mostly vulnerable and thoughtful. It's complicated at first, but the more he trusts you, the more he let you see him. Really see him. He smiles at you like he never smiled before. He tells you that he's lucky that you love him back.

J ( jack off ) : Like any man, Kylo needs to blow off the steam. Now he has you, but he used to touch himself every night.

K ( kink ) : He loves your blowjobs, you're amazing at it, but he loves even more that you let him total control. He then grabs your hair and fucks your mouth the way he wants.

L ( location ) : If you initiate it, Kylo is willing to take you anytime and anywhere you want. But he's the most comfortable in your bedroom. He just thrives in that place that belongs to just the two of you.

M ( motivation ) : It can be anything, really. He can be transfixed on your lips when you smile. On your ass when you walk in front of him. On your breast when you're facing him. Everything about you triggers him.

N ( no ) : Sharing is caring. Well not for Kylo. If one of his men looks at you in the wrong way, you can be sure that their lifeless body will be found very quick. And even if he wants honesty from you, try to avoid talking abour your precedents relationships.

O ( oral ) : He's a giver, for sure. But he just can't resist to feel your lips wrapped around his cock. He loves it when you're worshipping him. And he loves to see you stay still while he's using your mouth for his pleasure.

P ( pace ) : Even though Kylo can be very controlling in bed, he mostly loves to worship you as you worship him. He takes all the time he needs to discover every inch of your body. His need for tenderness is never as strong than when he's inside of you.

Q ( quickie ) : You have to make the first step, but if you ask nicely, he will give you a hard and fast pounding to please you.

R ( risk ) : No risk. Kylo would never risk of being caught fucking you in an inappropriate place at an inappropriate time. And he holds you in a too high esteem to risk anyone seeing you in an awkward position. Literally.

S ( stamina ) : Kylo has years of training behind him. He's one of the greatest fighter in the universe, wich means that he can fight for a very long time without getting tired. Fucking you ask no physical effort of him. If he was not caring about your wellbeing, he'd fuck you every nights, all night long.

T ( toys ) : He sometimes agree for the experience of it and because it makes you happy. But he's not really into it. He's not fan of the idea that it's not only him who can give you pleasure.

U ( unfair ) : When his insecurities takes the best of him, he needs to see you craving for his touch. Hearing you begging makes his heart swell.

V ( volume ) : Kylo does not scream or shout. He doesn't even raise his voice. His dark and low voice is so compelling that it's enough for you to comply. His low groans when he cums are such a turn on for you.

W ( wild card ) : He considers you as his equal. The love of his life. But when you call him master, he's like a wild beast who's only purpose is to ravish you.

X ( x ray ) : Ethereal. He's so tall and his chest is like something you never seen. When he's caging you, towering you, you feel like you will disappear in him. You're so tiny next to him that it's a wonder that he didn't break you in half yet.

Y ( yearning ) : There's no limits to his yearning for you. Either he's with you or not, he has that primal needs to feel you against him. To have you in his arms. Wich is where you belong.

Z ( zzzz ) : You rarely fall asleep before he does. Watching you being content and safe in his arms while your breathing is slowing down melts his heart.

[scavengerssuccotash]

Besides clintasha do you have any other ships marvel and none marvel

No other ship besides Clintasha has quite enraptured me in the way they have which I wholeheartedly attribute to the amazing chemistry between Scarlett and Jeremy. As soon as Clint uttered Tasha I was hooked. And I’ve been stuck there ever since.

I’ve tried to flirt around with other ships in other fandoms namely Reylo

(Kylo Ren and Rey from the sequel trilogy but JJ Abram’s killed my mom and ran over my dog with The Rise of Skywalker and I haven’t been able to find the same level of enjoyment out of the franchise since, obligatory fuck you to JJ!)

and oddly enough Sherlolly

(Sherlock and Molly Hooper, another obligatory fuck you to Moffat, the lazy writing for the last season felt like the equivalent of getting shoved in a locker and called a nerd so my love for Sherllolly is now strictly regulated to A03).

But alas they haven’t had the same staying power as my beloved duo.

There’s something so enthralling about their relationship that I don’t think I will ever be able to accurately portray on page, but that hasn’t stopped me from writing 170,000 and counting in an effort to do so!

I find some other pairing particularly thought provoking even though I hardly read about them nor do I look for such content. I can understand the appeal but it just doesn’t get me excited as Clintasha does.

These pairings include: Stucky (very interesting dynamic and I totally get the appeal, I would’ve preferred that over canon Peggy/Rogers (I just find her character annoying and uninspired imo, tired almost. Let Steve move on, ya know?),

RomanRogers (I get it, she’s Russian, he’s a stand in for America. It’s the Cold War but make them fuck, but I just don’t personally find Chris Evans that attractive. I prefer men who are not conventionally attractive. He’s almost too pretty. For me personally)

and Kate Bishop and Yelena (I don’t know the ship name for this one so if anyone knows that would be cool. I think it has the potential to get me invested but I doubt Marvel will give it the needed depth for it to capture my attention in the same way as Clintasha. If perhaps it can be twisted in a way that it doesn’t quite mirror Clintasha then I could be on board but I doubt Marvel will go that route.

Oh and Yelena and Bucky (weird I know but it lets me have my cake ((Clintasha)) and eat it too ((a Winterwidow equivalent)). If I were to ever indulge in this particular ship Yelena would have to be significantly different and diverge from her MCU counterpart.))

So TLDR other ships that I find interesting enough to read/engage with: Reylo and Sherlolly

Ships that I find intellectually stimulating but otherwise would not specifically seek out but am okay if a minor pairing or otherwise mentioned: RomanRogers, Stucky, Yelena and Kay and Yelena and Bucky.

Again would like to reiterate for the class that these are all my personal opinions and are meant to be subjective. My personal thoughts and opinions are not an attack on you personally because to be frank: “I don’t even know you kid!”

Thanks for asking!

[fortunatelychaoticphantom]

Highlighted Posts - Fandom Topics

For some explanation, see serious topics post.

Avatar the Last Airbender / Legend of Korra:

Aang, forgiveness and violence in The Southern Raiders (meta).

Aang’s (lack of a) character arc (meta) + same response, posted independently from the original chain post with a bit of revisions (meta).

Avatar, violence and last second anti-killing rhetoric (meta).

The actual advice the past Avatars gave Aang (meta).

Aang vs. Ozai final battle and Star Wars influences (meta).

The Great Divide is good actually (meta).

Aang being rewarded by the universe? (meta).

Third season Scorched Earth plan out of left field (meta).

Bloodbending and Energybending (meta).

Katara didn't have a “plot armor” in the final battle with Azula, she's the epitome of a warrior (meta).

Katara and non-lethal battle winning (meta/joke).

Katara didn’t beat Pakku (meta).

Katara didn’t choose Aang “over” Zuko (meta).

Anastasia!Zutara AU (headcanon).

Mai and Zuko, what should have been (meta).

Mai happily joined Azula to hunt Zuko (meta).

Kanna and Pakku... why??? (meta/joke).

Gender equality in the Fire Nation and WW2 equivalents (meta).

Legend of Korra, the status quo and the institution of the Avatar (meta).

Making Korra’s dad chief is just… awful (meta).

Harry Potter:

The Malfoys didn’t have a redemption in canon (meta).

Michael Gambon is great, you guys are just mean (meta).

Snape, Dumbledore and the Defence against the Dark Arts (meta/joke).

No thanks, I don’t need a young Snape movie (joke).

What Harry’s reaction to his name being pulled from the Goblet should have been (joke).

The Tri-Wizard tournament has no rules (meta).

Star Wars:

Star wars and Pirates of the Caribbean are the same story (meta).

Kylo Ren and redemption in the Star Wars universe and Hollywood [tlj post] (meta).

DC:

so... does Superman have an appendix? (joke).

Why Selina Kyle never goes to Arkham (joke).

The Scorpion King/Wonder Woman comparison (joke).

Marvel:

Infinity War and the horror of the snap (meta).

Who’s the avengers’ designer? (joke).

Black Panther and The Lion King similarities regarding women (meta).

Shipping in the MCU (joke).

Antman and family (joke).

Pirates of the Caribbeans:

Elizabeth and Will’s relationship is the heart of the movies (meta).

The best things about PotC (meta).

Disney:

I sort of wrote a one-shot about the bimbettes from Beauty and the Beast (fanfiction).

Belle in the Hunchback of Notre Dame (meta).

Del Toro, monstrosity and Beauty and the Beast (meta).

Inner Workings is amazing (meta).

Frozen’s Anna and Hans (joke).

Quasimodo is awesome (meta).

Around the world with Captain Phoebus (joke).

Pocahontas’ ending is subversive as fuck (joke/meta).

Hercules didn’t know who Hades was (joke).

Other:

Bullshit “feminist” retelling and Mad Max Fury Road (joke/meta).

“Feminist” retellings explanation (analysis).

She-Ra and the inherently good protagonist (meta).

I hate the ending of She-Ra (meta).

Once upon a Time, Regina and redemption (two diverging threads of the same post) (meta): First and Second.

Ross Geller isn’t that bad, you guys are just mean. Or: The unbelievable cruelty of what Carol did to Ross (meta).

Bella Swan and Hermione Granger comparisons are bullshit (meta).

Twilight and depression (meta).

New Moon reread comments (meta).

Eclipse reread comments (meta).

Breaking Dawn reread comments (meta).

The Good Place is the greatest show in history. But also I have thoughts (meta).

The single most beautiful Geralt and Jeskier art ever made [The Witcher] (fanart).

Dimitri wanted to find the real Anastasia all along in hopes that she survived the revolution [Anastasia 1997] (meta).

Godzilla, Pacific Rim and Hollywood: between grim-dark and camp (meta).

Wednesday Addams and the usurpation of the summer camp for rich white kids (meta).

Debbie Jellinsky is the best [The Addams Family Values] (joke).

Achilles and Patroclus sitting in an urn. K.I.S.S.I.N.G. (joke).

Of course the Jewish women are the witches in Oz the Great and Powerful… (joke/meta).

Bird Box and mental illness (meta).

My problems with Carmen San Diego (meta).

Ice Princess and teenage movie tropes. Or: They're lesbians Harold (meta/joke).

Lord of the Rings life goals (joke).

The School of Good and Evil and that little bit of antisemitism… (joke).

Game of Thrones / House of the Dragon genetics are weird (joke).

Why wouldn’t I keep talking about old fandoms? (joke/analysis).

I hate Barbie. Sorry. (meta).

[mediawhorefics]

hií 💗 for the ask game, what's your favourite fanfic of all time?

oh god i read in so many fandoms this feels like an impossible question dhjfjfdg i'm gonna cheat. is that okay? can i cheat? there's no way you're getting just one. sorry not sorry djbkndkjgbd

i guess if i'm answering 100% honestly, it would prob. be not easily conquered which, for those who don't know is a stucky fic and one of the most beautiful pieces of writing i've ever read. some of the quotes from this fic are seared into my brain and i fear will never leave me.

in the 1d fandom tbh it's still tif. i think to me tif is a perfect romcom. i've never read a better one. it's funny, its heartwarming, it's genuine, the miscommunication is handled very well and that quote that describes trying to explain something traumatic that happened to you young as 'like a fish trying to explain what water is' stayed with me for over a decade. it's exactly that. that's exactly what it feels like... i love this fic sm. it's just as good as everyone says and i think its criminal that some newer fandom peeps haven't read it. i can only aspire to be that kind of writer.

i recently went on a spuffy binge read ad discovered summerfrost's works and i have been in absolute awe of their characterization ever since. their writing knocked me the fuck out. nothing safe is worth the drive (follow you home) is prob. my fav but everything i've read from them has been a masterclass in character study.

the poet dean fic is another work that i think is a game changer. if you're remotely interested in deancas/spn this fic is stunning and it features original poetry by the writer that is just.... gorgeous. it makes me want to write poetry and god knows i am not good at that rip.

cinderwings is another spn fic that's ..... incredible. it's such a creative au that perfectly mixes elements from canon and from fairy tales to create something totally new that feels fresh and different. not to mention i've never read a character pov of a quote unquote creature that actually felt like i wasnt reading a human character. it's done so well.

four letter word for intercourse . its the best smut heavy fic i've ever it. its deancas. end of.

i recently started reading good omens fics and Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach ??? w o w. just.... w ow. if you've read the book/watched the show and loved crowley just a little bit... read this. it's an outsider pov and it is so compelling, it's almost impossible to put down. which is a pretty herculean feat imo considering it's all through the eyes of a stranger. its basically crowley in therapy through the eyes of his therapist. incredible.

back in the old days i read a lot of merlin fics and the student prince still has SUCH a special place in my heart as a comfort fav... it's so funny and heartwarming. the perfect magical uni au. it also has an amazing podfic read by the author.

wastelands is probably my favourite star wars fic i've ever read. it's only 9k and ft just before the sequel trilogy leia crash landing on some abandoned world and getting help from a force ghost to repair her ship only to realise it's anakin. it's just.... a beautiful beautiful character study and a look into their relationship and it ties in with some kylo stuff.

you could dress this wound is a tsn fic where mark starts seeing pain as light on people and develops some empathy/starts seeing the world (and his relationship to eduardo) differently as a result.

best practices in workplace relationships is nothing special. except its heartfelt and funny and i've read it countless times over the past ten years. so many times. it's the assistant wardo fic. it's fun. i love her.

also anything that @helloamhere writes but ESP the anakin/padme/obi fic she wrote partly because of me.

i think thats it... like... off the top of my head today right now.

oh and i guess.... if it's not arrogant to say it ? maybe tts ? just... i'm very very proud of it and it's very special to me. i dont think its better than any fic ive listed here but it is one of my all time favs because it was a big labour of love from me.

[dragonflies-draw-flame]

10 fandoms/10 characters

Many thanks to @tomatette, @jaynesilver, and @fallingdeeperintothispit for tagging me 😁.

Star Wars (Sequels): Armitage Hux. I really do love Kylo too—Ren is such an interesting, dramatic character, and he's absolutely perfect for Hux, seriously. But Hux with his emotional unavailability, hard, overly-composed exterior, his passion/drive to the point of his own detriment, traumatic past...he's everything I could want in a character, because I am also all of these hard-to-love things (though thankfully minus the space fascism).

Star Wars (Prequels): Anakin Skywalker. Look, I know he's a bit whiny sometimes but damn if I don't love a murderous pretty boy on a fool's errand for the person he loves. Mystical space powers and dramatic sweeping outfits are just an added bonus.

Beauty and the Beast: the Beast. For the handful of people following my BatB Kylux fic, this is TOTALLY shocking, I know (and also you guys are amazing ❤️). I do love Belle—she's a book-loving introvert, so that's a given. But the Beast (notice I didn't say Prince Adam)...yeah, I did NOT know how to deal with my attraction to him when I was younger. Mercurial, cursed, awkwardly endearing, dark-haired, passionate, and desirously fluffy?! Wears dramatic capes, has an enchanted rose determining his future, and has the library of my dreams that he is willing to share?? What the fuck more could I want?!

LOTR trilogy: Aragorn. Do I really need to explain that to anyone?? (Also: sorry, Legolas...you were a VERY close second).

Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: Jemma Simmons. Brilliant, adorable style, much more resilient than she looks. Her quote that goes "Past events...have shown me that I’m not good at improvisation. However, I excel at preparation" is not that great out of context here, unfortunately, but regardless, it was so validating to me. Me too, Jemma!!

Once Upon a Time: Killian Jones (Captain Hook). My husband loves this show, so we have watched it so many times. Hook is a seductive, charming bad boy who eventually really does try his best. And his pirate get-up? UGH, have mercy. (Also, wow, apparently I really, really have a thing for pretty, dark-haired, dangerous men who wear mostly black INCLUDING at least one garment that falls to at least knee length. Huh. That's...rather specific.)

Harry Potter: Hermione Granger. I related hard to a bookish girl who had a hard time making friends when I read these in grade school.

Howl's Moving Castle: Howl. I did not know how to process the extent to which I was attracted to him either, especially because he's not even human some of the time (which I liked, a lot). It was a revelation to find the world of online fanfic where I was very much not alone in those kind of thoughts!

Mean Girls: Janis Ian. Yeah, I know Janis does some shitty things in this movie, but she is unapologetic about who she is. I totally admired her boldness in high school, especially since I too dealt with the horror of rumors being spread about my sexuality (except the ones about me were true ahaha). And I always leaned much more Victorian goth than punk, but I nonetheless appreciated her style as well.

t.A.T.u.: Lena. I would be remiss to leave off this duo, even if they were a musical group, which is not one of my usual fandom sources. BUT they were the first pairing I actually read fanfic about online, way back when, and wrote a ton for them too (unpublished). For a 12-year-old who was struggling massively with...well, everything, but especially feeling incredibly alone and terrified of my sexuality, their music video/song "All the Things She Said" blew my mind. Unfortunately I never got my own chance to make out/run away with a pretty redhead in the rain, but still.

Tagging: I think I've seen this done by most people I follow already? But if you haven't done this and are reading it, please consider yourself tagged and do so, if you wish! I love these get-to-know-you things and would genuinely love to hear about you :).

[kuwdora]

Star Wars vid recs

Someone on my twitter feed had asked for some vid recs for Star Wars and I thought I’d share some of my faves over here.

Desperado by fightingarrival Sequel trilogy. Poe/Finn/Rey. The Force Awakens + Rihanna + fightingarrival’s editing = the best thing you will ever see. The VIBES of this vid are incredible and editing will knock your socks off. There’s this transition of the two stormtroopers pulling Poe over to Kylo Ren and it transitions right into a tie fighter—and the shape of the tie fighter matches the way the troopers are holding Poe. Finn reaching for Rey on “not leaving me behind” — THIS VID IS SO GOOD. I have probably rewatched it 1,000,000 times since it debuted at ConTxt in 2018.

Jailbreak by @absolutedestiny. Original trilogy. The criminal hijinks and shenanigans of our rebel scum. This vid is so much FUN and full of the amazing trouble our favorites got into in the trilogy. The editing is so sharp and the lyrics are fabulous.

99 Problems by John Jay. Live action and animated series and films. Obi-Wan has 99 problems and honestly Anakin is all of them but FFFFFFUUUUCK the way these clips land on the beats!!!! I’ve seen this vid being reblogged all over tumblr but I gotta rec a million times because it is so good.  This uses all the live action and animated Star Wars source to AMAZING EFFECT, holy fuck twirl those Light sabers on the beat!!

Sk8er Boi by @ohvienna. Sequel trilogy. Kylo/Rey. This vid is hilarious and perfect and YES this is the Avril Lavigne song. Just trust me on this. You’ll see this and only be able to think of Kylo when you hear the song afterwards. You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid by @rhoboat77. The Mandalorian and Grogu. This vid is a romp and delight and Rho’s pacing throughout the song will keep you captivated with squee and love for these two.

Terrible/Beautiful by @cherryberrynice. Rogue One vid featuring Chirrut/Baze and Cassian/Jyn. Cherry always has amazing song choices for her vids and this AWOLNATION song for these two and this movie is outstanding. Her editing remains absolutely kinetic and visceral and it’s impossible for me not to adore this. The BEATS IN THIS!! The action sequences!!  The tension in this vid is so good.

9 to 5 by eruthros. Lego Star Wars featuring the clone troopers!!!! Honestly you won’t find a cuter Star Wars vid than this.

Last of the Real Ones by @starlady38. Star Wars Rebels, Ezra Bridger and Kanan Jarrus. This is the found family of my soul and I will always cry during the final episode of the show as well as this vid. These two learned so much about what it meant to become a Jedi and how to be there for each other. My heart is so full when I rewatch this vid. PLUS it’s Fall Out Boy! Amazing combination and amazing editing and so, so lovely.

In Your Head by Darth Porg. This is the Bad Wolves cover of Zombie used to DEVASTATING EFFECT for the clone troopers. Like this vid goes so fucking hard that my soul is fucking shattered. I’ve never recovered from this vid or anything about the clone troopers.

The Light by destina. This is an Anakin/Darth Vader characters study to Adam Lambert’s music, omg. It’s dancey, it’s deadly, it’s damn fucking good. The rage, the yearning, and power of Anakin in this vid is crystal clear with Adam Lambert’s vocals, holy fuck.

One Girl Revolution by bessyboo. Padme and Leia vid!! Warning for bright lights, fast cuts + stuttery/"flicker" cuts. This iconic song for two iconic women. Perfect combination is perfect with amazing parallels and badassery from both mother and daughter.

Somewhere Only We Know by trekkiebeth. Rogue One vid featuring Cassian/Jyn. The wariness and yearning of these characters works remarkably with this cover by Darren Criss. I progressively get more choked up as the vid progresses. So lovely. Standing in the Way of Control by @trelkez. This vid uses footage from all the films and TV shows to highlight our heroes standing up to fascism. It isn’t pretty, it isn’t easy and they get knocked down so many times but the tension and hope in this vid—despite facing death and genocide—is really outstanding.

Home by @collsssss. The Mandolorian and Grogu. This is the sweetest most endearing look at Din Djarin doing his best for Grogu and AHHHH the song just makes my heart swell with warm fuzzies. This vid is so, so lovelyyyyy.

And here’s my Star Wars vids (so far):

Me, Me, Me, a Star Wars Rebels vid featuring Chopper. Just a little indie rock song for my favorite Star Wars droid.

What We Live For, a Star Wars sequel trilogy OT3 vid of fluffiness and adventure. Baby you’re my open road, you can take me anywhere the wind blows, right into the great unknown. We can throw up our hands out the window, this is what we live for. All my Rey/Finn/Poe feelings right here.

One Foot, Star Wars: Jedi Fallen Order. This game was AMAZING and Cal Ketis got me right in the feels. If you liked Star Wars Rebels, you definitely should look up the game or at least the cut scenes from the game because his journey is amazing and I of course had to vid it. The ‘finding yourself/found family’ themes in this game are A++++ and what you will find in this vid of mine.

[omg-hellgirl]

The most amazing thing that could happen in this fucking Star Wars fanfiction universe would be for the Reylo fandom to adopt Obidala. You guys are so prolific, I can't believe it, at some point I decided to try to get through at least 100 pages 'Rey/Ben Solo|Kylo Ren' in AO3, but I couldn't get to 50! Usually, every page has 20 fics and in my head maybe just 5 would be my cup of tea and then I could go through each page faster but no 😭 there were pages in which I read every damn amazing fanfiction bc all of them were good and with great tropes.

Tropes! I think EVERY trope there is has been written for Reylo. Enemies to Lovers? check. Friends to Lovers? check. Soulmates?check. Fake relationship? check. Dystopian world? check. Modern AU? check. Priest AU? check. Medieval AU? check. ABO? SUPER check. check. check. check. We can literally find EVERYTHING in the Reylo fandom. It has for everyone. Of all tastes!!

Anyone who's been immersed in fanfiction, particularly AO3, recognizes Reylo's strength. There are really good writers out there. I just want some of that immersion in Obidala, my poor non-canon shipp that has a lot of potential too.

I love you obidala writers who give us some content from time to time ❤️ some of my favorite and most amazing ones ever made:

All of Tomorrow's Yesterdays by glimmerglanger

A Blessing of the Force by lunaemoth

Shimmer Through The Woods by @danielleasbureaucouk

Oasis in Steel by Marie_L

and of course @your-dose-of-obidala here on tumblr gathers a lot of content, inspiration and some drabbles including a Padmé manipulated by the force!AU.

[cosmic-ships]

Every time I see someone being nervous to pop off about their self ship or their f/o I feel like a note should flutter into through their window and be like

"Have ya met the user Kylos-Starlight? Kaden never shuts the fuck up and makes multiple posts in a row in the span of five seconds especially if they're super excited and has a huge HEART-on and all their lovely mutuals and friends don't bat an eyelash. Do the screaming! Be LOUD be UNAPOLOGETIC its NOT "annoying" because you're proclaiming your love and its from the heart! Its AMAZING to see! :D"

and then it like self destructs in their trash can lol