#nostalgiaa

[kiiriminna]

Tämä just oli minun lapsuuteni lempimehu :)

Saahan sitä toki edelleen kaupoista, mutta nykyiset pakkaukset on vain niin mitäänsanomattomia näihin verrattuna.

Onneksi sentään lakkasivat valmistamasta niitä stevialla makeutettuja litkuja; kyllä se niin on että joko ihan rehdillä sokerilla mennään tai sitten jätetään turhat makeutukset kokonaan pois; ilman lisättyä sokeriakin pärjää aivan hyvin, hedelmissä kun on jo tuota ihan itsessään.

(Ja ainahan ne tyhjät purkit piti lopussa jalalla pamauttaa ruttaan, ihan kuten mainoksessakin; noin hyvää ääntä siitä ei kyllä koskaan lähtenyt!)

[astromechs]

#47: Crave for Jyn x Cassian, please!

never get tired of thinking about an infinite number of scenarios wherein these two dummies finally figure something out; happy almost anniversary, rogue one <3 microfic list!

In a space this cramped, a collision is bound to happen at some point. The logical part of Jyn's brain knows this; the cargo hold of a small U-wing doesn't exactly allow for two adult humans to discard these fucking Imperial uniforms and find their regular clothes again without some form of accidental contact.

She shouldn't think anything of a warm hand that brushes against hers for a fleeting instant. It shouldn't make her stop mid-breath, heart pounding, flush creeping up her neck. Of course she shouldn't, because that's just the lingering adrenaline that had gotten her back to the ship and kept her alive, nothing more, nothing less.

The barest hint of a touch shouldn't be something to crave.

But it is, deeply. Achingly, and it's been that way for longer than just this moment. It's woken her up in a sweat during more nights than she can remember over the past few months, from dreams that she does everything in her power to try to forget. There's no forgetting anything now — or moving from this spot at all.

She only lifts her eyes to find Cassian looking back at her.

For the most part, she thinks they've spent enough time together for her to learn how to read his subtleties — the scoff that tends to indicate his disapproval, the thinness of his forced smiles, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners just a little with the real ones — but she can't read him now. He's watching her carefully, closely, like he's assessing something, and she swears she doesn't even see him blink.

She swallows, hard. Her heart pounds even louder into her own ears, almost taking her out of the moment.

Still, even that wouldn't allow her to miss the feeling of that hand deliberately sliding over hers and threading fingers together, a fulfillment an an entirely new need all at once.

And she thinks: fuck it.

Right here, in the U-wing cargo hold, Jyn grabs a fistful of Cassian's undershirt to bring him closer, still, and crashes her mouth into his.

[flyfreeskylark]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook, K-2SO (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Mentioned Chirrut Îmwe, Mentioned Baze Malbus, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, The RebelCaptain Network's Secret Santa Exchange, Cuddling & Snuggling, Huddling For Warmth, Light Dom/sub, Fluff and Smut, Panic Attacks, Sharing a Bed, Non-Penetrative Sex, Frottage, Come Eating, Clothed Sex, Naked Female Clothed Male, Getting Together, Idiots in Love Series: Part 3 of They Were Roommates Summary:

Jyn comes home from the library soaking wet from the rain. She's cold and asks Cassian to help her get warm by cuddling under his covers. Stuff happens. Feelings happen. They're idiots, your honor.

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Happy New Year, @oh-nostalgiaa!  I am thrilled to be your RebelCaptain Secret Santa this year because you were mine last year!  (I still love the fic you wrote for me last year and read it from time to time.)  It was fun to chat with you again and I had a blast writing this.  The prompts you gave that I used include: Cassian gets soft dommed and loves it, [a brief moment of] sparring turns sexy, [another brief moment of] dirty talk, and things happen while cuddling for warmth. You also said, "I love an au! Rom-com it up!" and asked for some smut.  The smut is a little unconventional, so I hope you like it.  This takes place in the same college/university AU as the other stories in my “They Were Roommates” series that I started last year for RCSS.

I hope you found some small joys this holiday season, and I hope the new year brings you happiness and success.  Cheers, my friend!

@therebelcaptainnetwork

[incognitajones]

For the birthday bash - 8: shielding the other one with their body for rebelcaptain, please! (And of course HAPPY BIRTHDAY!)

Here you are, lovely! Thank you for the birthday wishes and for your patience - I started a much angstier version of this prompt before deciding it should be more fun.

(I'm especially pleased I managed to get this done under the wire as I'll be pretty much gone for the next six weeks. I have big plans for my return, though!)

Cassian turns, pushing Jyn back until she’s up agains the rough cement wall. Her breath rushes out of her lungs in a hard, shocked gust. What the—?

She cranes her neck to look past him but he lifts his right arm, resting it on the wall beside her to casually block her sight line to that side of the cantina. The motion also makes his body lean toward her, his head tipping down to hers, creating the illusion of a couple flirting on the fringes of this dim bar.

[ read the rest on AO3 ]

[andorerso]

happiest of happy birthdays!

thank you <33

[shrewmingledotcom]

my mom bought me ball :DDD

[folklore-girl]

UDTI PATANG JAISE MAST MALANG JAISE MASTI SI CHADH GAYI HAMKO TURANT AISE LAGTI CURRENT JAISE NIKLA WARRANT JAISE ABHI ABHI UTARA HO NET SE TORRENT JAISE

NASHE SI CHADD GAYI OYEE KUDI NASHE SI CHADD GYII 🕺🕺

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

listen ... i can't just ask for ALL the prompts, now can I? i WILL ask for breeding kink, but if that does not spark joy I will gently suggest praise. thank yooouuuu.

ooooooo INTERESTING. what a challenge for rebelcaptain! it's not necessarily my thing, but I do love a challenge. i'll give it a whirl, dear moot, but if i can't make it work i'll go with plan b!

[fulcrumstardust]

15: Which genre(s) are your favorite?

I mostly read scifi and fantasy. I used to be really into high fantasy when I was younger but I got bored of the genre conventions I guess (and stopped trying lol). I tend to gravitate toward space settings or urban fantasy, anything with an exciting world building! ����

📚 ❥ Ask me book questions

[marenyearlyyy]

Happy birthday!

thank you so muuuuch:))) !!!!<3

[astromechs]

how about 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips please and thanks

this takes very non-specifically in my college AU because i missed them; jyn and leia share an apartment and that's all you really need to know for this one :) from this list; also on ao3!

The creak of her bedroom door opening might as well be nails on a fucking chalkboard right now, with the way that the sound absolutely grates on every single one of Jyn’s last nerves. On top of all the congestion in her sinuses causing so much pressure that she can’t think straight and the fact that more trips out of her bed leave her falling to the floor than not, she doesn’t need this. Hadn’t she told Leia to leave her alone? Even if she hadn’t, even if she’d literally fever dreamed saying that, Leia should know better than to barge in here.

She groans, and refuses to open her eyes. Says to the door she’s not looking at, with all the strength she can muster:

"Fuck off —"

"Is that how you say hello to everyone who comes to bring you soup?"

Well, that isn’t exactly the voice she’d been expecting to hear cutting her off.

Jyn cracks one eye open and lifts her head to find Cassian standing on the opposite side of the room, just barely through the doorway, holding a bag that, she can see through the plastic, contains various tupperwares of food. It’s not that she isn’t glad to see him, because there’s always a part of her that is, but there’s: one, the obvious, and two, the fact that the small smile just barely visible on his face is too amused for her liking, which remains even as her scowl deepens.

Still, though, he has the decency to let it drop as she starts the slow process of propping herself into a sitting position. Considering the past few days, she considers it a victory that she manages to get three pillows standing comfortably behind her back while only wanting to flop back down to the mattress once, and the ringing in her ears actually manages to stop after a few seconds.

By the time she’s settled, her head feels clearer than it has in days.

“After I didn’t hear from you for a while, I figured things had to be bad.” He lifts one shoulder in a shrug as he gives his explanation, dropping his eyes to the floor and awkwardly shuffles on his feet. “So I texted Leia. She let me in.”

In that moment, it feels like all the breath has been knocked out of Jyn. Not in a way that means she’s about to start coughing, but — this is such an incredibly kind gesture that she doesn’t know what to do with it. Even her lingering anger at Leia fades. Her mouth opens, once, to let some form of words out that she never finds; she sneezes before she ever gets the chance, and by the time that’s dealt with, she forgets what she’d even been trying to find in the first place.

Eventually, all she manages, in a soft voice, is, "Don't get any closer." She sniffs, emphasizing a point that really shouldn’t have to be emphasized, just looking at her. "I'm a biohazard."

He shrugs again. "I'll take my chances."

"You're a f—" she starts, but then that’s when the coughing attack comes, the fifth one she’s had in the past half an hour, with really shitty timing this time. And fuck, she thinks they’re getting longer and longer every time.

"What was that?" Cassian asks when it finally subsides, a twinge of mischief in his voice that she can also see returns to his smile. "Didn't quite catch it."

"I was going to say —" The last of her coughs sputter out, and she’s forced to reach for the water bottle beside her bed before she can continue. "That you're a fucking idiot. But now I'm adding asshole to that list, too."

Cassian, the asshole, actually laughs at that, and he makes no attempt to hide it. Granted, she must look as pathetic as she sounds, so any threat or otherwise coming out of her mouth has to be hard to take seriously, but that doesn't make him any less of an asshole. That doesn't make her less likely to scrunch her stuffed-up nose and purse her lips into the best approximation of a pout that she can manage right now, which, of course, doesn't make him less likely to just laugh harder.

But she's been stuck in this apartment — this room, specifically — for days now, and the way that she can see his eyes light up from that laugh even when he's still barely through the doorway has her heart skipping a beat and her congested chest suddenly light with a stupid sort of feeling that comes close to something that might be described as giddy.

Ugh, she really is pathetic — for all the obvious, and for reasons that have nothing to do with the collection of empty Kleenex boxes strewn all over her bedroom floor.

That doesn't stop him, though, her patheticness. He does, in fact, take his chances, stubborn fucking idiot that he is, stepping across the room until he's by her bedside, close enough to set the bag of food he's carrying onto the nightstand. Kicking his shoes off of his feet, he sidesteps the Kleenex boxes to climb up onto the bed, settling comfortably just beside her as she shifts, unconsciously, to make room for him; he’s warm and soft, filling every desperate need for comfort that she hasn’t even bothered to acknowledge.

He presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, and she closes her eyes and rests her head against his chest, too tired to fight anything at all, much less the one thing she wants most in this world.

There's no question that he'll end up sick, too, within the next three days, if that; maybe she’s never been great at biology, but even so, Jyn is positive that she has to still be actively contagious, and cuddling a sick person definitely isn’t going to do him any favors.

But there’s also no question that when he inevitably is, she’ll be returning the favor.

[curiouswildi]

I hope I didn't forget your birthday but if I did HAPPY BIRTHDAY anyway!!!!

Thank you so much @oh-nostalgiaa !!

[incognitajones]

Trick or treeeeaaattt!

Another bit from a piece that probably won't be finished; this was going to be a prequel to the Montréal AU covering how Jyn & Cassian met. (Jyn just went through a bad breakup and Bodhi's supposed to be helping her pick someone up for a rebound.)

Jyn thumped back down on the barstool next to Bodhi with an aggrieved sigh. “I've completely and utterly forgotten how to flirt,” she complained. “I didn’t even manage to get that guy's number before he split.”

Bodhi laughed. “Come on, Jyn, you were always useless at flirting. You’re more the cave woman type. Knock someone over the head and drag them back to your lair before they know what hit them.”

Jyn glared at Bodhi. “Fuck off. What happened to helping me get back in the game?”

“Eh, you were way out of his league in the first place,” Bodhi said loyally. “We’ll find someone better for you.” He threw one arm around her shoulders in a side-hug so enthusiastic he nearly knocked over her beer. “Forget the low-hanging fruit. There’s better fish in the sea.” 

Jyn snorted. “I think that’s enough clichés.” 

“Go big or go home!” he added.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, if I wanted to go big I’d be after your boyfriend—”

“Hmm?” Stordan said, turning his head away from the Premier League game he was watching on the TV above the bar.

“Never mind, mate, Jyn’s just teasing me.” Bodhi elbowed him affectionately, but Stordan was a lot bigger than Jyn, so he barely shifted. 

“Look around, who’s the hottest one here? Present company excepted,” Bodhi added with a wink. “The one you’d take home right now if it worked out.”

Jyn looked around the bar. It was just a small faux-Irish pub that catered to the neighbourhood locals. She and Bodhi liked it because it wasn’t full of university students puking in the bathrooms—but by the same token, it wasn’t exactly a pickup joint. There was one redhead with a great ass who’d been playing pool earlier… she was snuggled up with a petite brunette and kissing the crown of her head. Not single, then. Jyn sighed. 

On the other hand, the guy sitting at the end of the bar watching the same football game was still there, and still alone. He was quiet and unobtrusive at first glance, but something about him had drawn her attention all night. Maybe it was the dark eyes—unfortunately, Jyn was a sucker for a soulful gaze—or the dark hair that fell over them in a tousled wave her fingers itched to run through. Maybe it was the fact she could tell from the length of his legs he was tall enough she’d have to stand on tip toe to kiss him. 

[andorerso]

As far as I can tell, it's all Matt Bomer and one Henry Cavill. But then, I just woke up from a nap so I could be mistaken. 😅

okay good, that means we're all in agreement!! good job tumblrinas, we cracked the code <3

[kittygamer2888]

HOLY SHIT

YESSSSSS

GODD I MISS THESEEEEEEHDBRB

✨Who Remembers These Childhood Shows?✨

[captastra]

thank you so much @lyannatropes for this lovely art of my rook Nesiri with Lucanis!! A sweet moment shared between the two of them over tea and coffee! They are absolutely perfect and thank you for finally helping bring Nesiri in a casual outfit she would wear to life <3!

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