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insomniamamma · 3 years ago

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Late Bloomers: Ezra x F! Reader w/Cee

A/n: Set in the "Liminal" AU in which Ezra becomes his niece, Cee's legal guardian after a car accident kills his brother, Damon, and costs him his arm. Set sometime between "Ferris Wheels Are For Old People" and "Surf City Goodness." Reader is Ezra's neighbor. Established relationship (sort of, IDK how to tag what they are). For @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape Writer Wednesday.

Warnings: Not a whole lot. Kissing. Touching. A little spicier than I usually go, which isn't saying whole lot. A little language. Cee, as usual, needs her own warning. Set during the pandemic shut down. Mentions of covid. Also, I feel like 'The Apple' needs it's own warning. I'll link the trailer at the end.

"You sure you don't want to come with us, Birdie?" Cee sits at their scarred kitchen table, her laptop, textbooks and a pile of papers around her. She frowns. "I gotta study," she says, "Ms Stewart is really serious about this quiz. She's not grading on a curve this time." Ezra narrows his eyes. "You have never spent a Saturday night studying in your life," he says. Cee frowns up at him. "You've never been in Ms. Stewart's physics class," says Cee, "She's a hard ass. Anyway, I'm still pulling an 'A' in her class, but I don't want to fuck up my average." "Jesus, Cee," Ezra mutters, and you have to smile. She rolls her eyes. "I know, I know--" "Don't say 'fuck' at school," they say in unison. "They're doing double features all summer," says Cee, "I can miss one. I've seen all these movies anyway." She smirks, "I want to hear what you think of 'The Apple.'" Ezra rummages around for his keys and Cee drops you the most exaggerated wink you've ever seen in your life. "Have fun, guys," she says.

Covid has nuked most of the things you used to do for fun, restaurants and shows, hell, even the libraries are closed. The only business in town that's thriving is the Star-City Drive In. There haven't been any big studio releases in a while, so they've been doing Fright Night Fridays and Sci-Fi Saturdays. Tonight's double feature is Flash Gordon and The Apple. "They've got this weird way of operating the concession stand now," says Ezra, "Cause of the pandemic. You've gotta text them your order and I guess they bring it out to you--" Ezra's gotten pretty good at working his phone one-handed, but you can see the frustration clouding his face. "Let me," you say, loading the menu onto your phone, "Let's get a big popcorn and share it. You okay with the fake butter?" "Of course I'm okay with the fake butter, what kind of monster do you take me for?" "How about candy?" You ask, scrolling through, "It's the usual suspects." "Sno-caps," he says, "How about you?" "I'm thinking Milk Duds," you say. "Now that is an excellent way to lose a filling, Sunshine." "Popcorn and Milk Duds together? Worth the risk," you say and text your order off to the concession stand. It's not quite dark yet, a reel of movie trivia that no one cares about shines ghost pale on the screen. Ez has got the radio tuned to pick up the sound, but there's not much to listen to yet so it's turned down low, background noise with the cicadas and birdsong. The big screen backs up against a farmer's field run wild and a dark stand of trees. "Switch places with me," says Ezra, and gets out of the truck. He comes around to your side and opens the door for you. "Why?" "Indulge me," says Ezra, so you do as he asks and settle in to the driver's side. Ezra's truck has bench seats with vinyl that creaks and cushions that hiss slightly as you move around. There's a tap at the window and you hook your mask over your ears and crank it down, popcorn and candy and you already payed with your phone, but press some rumpled bills into their gloved hands. "Why'd you want to switch places?" You ask around a mouthful of popcorn. "Shhh," says Ezra, "The movie's starting."

Flash Gordon is just as fun as you remember it being, majestic in its absurdity, a big love letter to all the terrible pulp sci-fi movies that came before, the two of you watch and snark and laugh and sing "Aaa-ahhh" whenever someone says Flash's name. We owe it to Queen, you say, and Ezra smiles big the way he does when something's caught him off guard, the way that crinkles his eyes and reveals his dimples, indeed we do. We owe it to Freddie Mercury. At some point his arm finds it's way around your shoulders and you lean into him. "So this is why you wanted to switch spots," you murmur. He raises his prosthetic arm, flickering movie light shining on the double hook at the end. "Can't exactly get handsy with Mr. Claw, now can I?" He grins, "These hooks might be a little chilly." "And pokey," you say, demonstrating with a dig to his ribs. The end credits are rolling. "You ever seen this next movie?" "The Apple?" He says, "No. Some sort of cult-movie thing. Cee made me promise not to IMDB it. She said I should go in with an open mind." "Oh boy," you laugh. "Right? Cee's tastes are all over the place. I suspect this will be either amazing or terrible on a scale that recalibrates our internal gauge of what terrible is." "You know she set us up, right?" "Yeah," says Ezra, "Little Bird fancies herself quite the matchmaker." "She winked at me." Ezra dimples. "Did she now?" "She looked like a cartoon," you laugh, "About as subtle as a ton of bricks." Ezra brays laughter and leans against you, squeezes you closer to him at the same time. He is beautiful when he laughs, all dimples and teeth eyes screwed shut in mirth and you take this opportunity to press a kiss against that tender place on his jaw where his beard refuses to grow. Ezra freezes, you feel his body go rigid against yours, and your first thought is to apologize, to pull back, and then he reaches for you, his broad, calloused palm cradling your face, drawing you to him, presses his lips to yours, a soft, reverent kiss that he does not fully withdraw from, his hand now resting on the nape of your neck, forehead pressed to yours, somehow more intimate than a kiss, this closeness, breathing each others exhalations, leaning against each other. "Cee's not wrong," you say, "We're good together." "We are, aren't we?" He gives your nape a gentle squeeze, and lets you go. The opening titles of The Apple flicker on screen and the music starts up.

"Oh, Ezra, what the fuck did we just watch?" "I don't know if 'watch' is the right word, Sunshine, we did not 'watch' The Apple. The Apple happened to us." "I don't think I've ever understood Stockholm syndrome until now." "I have been assaulted," says Ezra, "My civil rights have been violated." "It's like..." You trail off, "It's like if someone took '1984', 'A Star Is Born' and 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' and put them in a blender. I'm pretty sure this movie violates the Geneva conventions." Ezra laughs and so do you, leaning in to each other, giggles that become kisses, soft at first, but increasingly hungry, laced with need, your arms twine around his shoulders, his hand lingers at your side, toying with the hem of your shirt. "S'okay, Ez," you say as he nips at your jaw and then your neck, gentle graze of teeth that makes you shiver, "You can touch me." He kisses you deep, his tongue fever-hot against yours, hand sliding up the soft slope of your belly, cupping your breast, and you arch into his touch-- Tap Tap Tap. And there's a bright light shining through the passenger's side window. "Oh shit," says Ezra. You frantically yank your shirt back down, heat creeping up your neck, your cheeks, your earlobes flaming. "Movie's over guys," says the shadowed figure behind the flashlight's glare, "Take it someplace else." You open the door to switch places back with Ezra, the overhead light shows him red faced and horrified. "I'm sorry, I just--" "Get us out of here, Ez."

You stare out into the dark past the window, half-moon shining over fields and trees like a lazy eye. You snort laughter. "What's so funny?" "We got caught," you say, "We got caught necking at the drive-in like a couple of teenagers." "You're laughing because we got caught?" "I'm laughing because I've never made out with anyone at a drive-in, even when I was a teenager, and I'm laughing cause we got caught. After watching that trash-fire of a movie. We got caught making out over the end credits of 'The Apple'. I feel like we deserve some kind of award." You rest your hand on Ezra's leg, can just pick his smile in the dim lights from the dash. Ezra chuckles. "I never made out with anyone at the drive in before tonight either," says Ezra. "Bullshit," you say, and give him a good-natured poke. "It's true," he says, "For one, I didn't have access to a car. I would've had to borrow Ma's car, and there was no way that was ever going to happen. Also, I was not what the girls back then referred to as 'dating material'. Skinny as a rake with a mouthful of braces and an obvious birthmark? I was like a puppy trying to grow into it's ears and feet, a late bloomer if you will." You move your hand higher up along his thigh and give him a squeeze. "Better late than never." "Indeed."

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The Apple Trailer

#writer wednesday #ezra x f!reader #ezra prospect x f!reader #ezra (prospect) x f!reader #ezra and cee

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bumblebee-moreno · 4 years ago

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Lovers

After hours of cursing at my laptop, I have finally finished my secret santa fic for @artemiseamoon (hope you like it!!!)

Ezra x reader (written with an AFAB reader in mind, though it’s entirely possible I accidentally made it gender neutral)

Warnings: insecure Ezra, discussion of body image (Ezra), light angst, but mostly fluff, possibly OOC Ezra? idk I haven’t written a lot of him yet... umm marriage is discussed just but it’s left ambiguous as to whether it’s legal or if y’all just decided to say you were 🤷 ...um possible inaccuracies with the tarot content?? i did my research but I had zero knowledge to begin with so idk if I got everything right?

Word count: 5098

A/N: Important!!! This fic is separated into sections... Italics take place in a different point in time. The three middle sections (which each have titles) are to represent each card in the tarot reading, the first titled section (in italics) is a flashback, the second is present time, and the third (in italics) is a snapshot of the future. the beginning and end also take place present time.

before you continue, did you read the author’s note?? it’s important to understanding the fic!!

Ezra lets out a soft sigh, burying his nose deeper into your chest. You card your fingers through his hair, a soft smile appearing on your lips at the way he leans into your touch.

These moments are your favourite: when the weather outside is too dreary for work, and the two of you curl up together on the small cot you share.

Ezra insists he hates days like this. A day without work is a day without pay, after all. You’d always laugh at his complaints.

“Surely a day in bed with me isn’t that unbearable,” you’d always tease.

“A day in your arms,” He’d reply, pressing a kiss to your lips, “is the only satisfactory substitution for a day’s work.”

Ezra shifts in your embrace until he can reach to brush his lips against your neck. You tilt your head, allowing him easier access.

Ezra begins murmuring against your skin. Between every kiss comes a compliment. You have no idea what most of them mean; you can only guess by the love with which they’re said. “There are,” Ezra kisses you again, “no words,” kiss, “impressive enough to describe you, my Star.”

You slowly sit up, Ezra following suit, not allowing any significant distance to come between the two of you.

You cup Ezra’s cheeks, steadying his face between your hands. Softly, as if he might shatter if you’re not careful, you brush your thumb across his lower lip.

Your lover stares into your eyes, almost as if they are the night sky and he’s searching for constellations. Just as you begin to wonder if he’s lost himself, Ezra breaks the silence, his voice barely more than a breath. “What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to hold the universe in my hands,” you reply, and as if to prove your point, you pull Ezra into a kiss that is as gentle as it is passionate.

“You are mistaken, Star,” Ezra lifts his hand to your face, desperately wishing he had his other, so he could properly mirror your touch. He places a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

“Oh?” you breathe, preparing yourself to argue when he says that he’s the one holding the universe in his hand. Just as he always says.

But his touch falls from your face. With a feather-like touch, he pulls your right hand from his cheek, turning it to place your palm on your left one. He mirrors it with your left hand.

“Now you hold the universe in your hands,” he whispers with a subtle quiver in his voice.

You drop your arms, lips parting to argue with him; to insist you had it right the first time. But your words catch in your throat when a single tear spills down Ezra’s face.

He tries to swipe it away before you see, but you catch his wrist. “What’s wrong, love?” you dry his cheek with your thumb, allowing your fingertips to linger against his jaw.

You watch the wheels turn in Ezra’s head as he chooses his words. “…Me,” he replies simply.

For a moment, you don’t know how to respond. “…you?”

Ezra nods, pulling away from you to lean against the wall.

“What does that mean?” you try to brush a strand of hair out of Ezra’s face, but he shies away from your touch.

“You deserve… more,” Ezra refuses to look at you.

“I don’t understand,” you search Ezra’s face for clues.

“You deserve someone who can give you everything,” he sniffs, “You deserve more than a forlorn pod and allocating freeze-dried rations.” More tears escape from Ezra’s eyes and drip into his lap.

“Ezra,” you soothe, “I don’t care about any of that.” Ezra opens his mouth to argue, but you continue. “Is it not enough to love each other?” you question, not bothering to wait for an answer. “If I only cared about material possessions, do you think I’d really have stuck around this long? I love you, that’s all I care about.”

Ezra wordlessly stands, shuffling across the floor to rifle through a canvas bag.

“What are you doing?” you sigh. You’re met only with a hollow silence.

After a moment, Ezra returns. He delicately sits beside you, placing a small object in your lap. Your gaze drops to find a stack of well-loved cards.

“Ezra,” you protest, setting the cards aside.

“Please,” the desperation in Ezra’s voice breaks your heart.

“You don’t need a tarot reading to tell you that I love you,” you try to meet Ezra’s eyes, but they’re glued to the floor.

“I just—” Ezra sighs. “Forgive my trepidation, but I need to know… where are we headed? I comprehend that you love me at this moment in our journey, but what about years from now? Will you still be enamoured by me?”

You give in with a sigh, realising that Ezra won’t be satisfied by just your insistence that you’ll always love him.

“I’d like to believe you when you say you love me, but I can’t help but speculate that your judgement may be clouded,” Ezra continues. “Our ceaseless wayfaring, our lamentable career… It’s all beneath you. You deserve better.”

You finish shuffling the cards and lay them in front of you. After taking a moment to examine the spread, you open your mouth to speak.

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Reversed Ace of Cups

Ezra sat back, frowning at the canvas bag. It was stretched at odd angles, stitches pulled tight. He didn’t even attempt to close it, the zipper would tear right off.

“You’re certain all your possessions fit in here?” he asked. He wasn’t able to fit half your things in the bag, let alone all of them.

“Yes, Ezra, I’m certain it all fits.” You lifted your attention from scrubbing filters to examine Ezra’s progress. Laughing at his lost expression, you crossed the floor to kneel across from him.

“You just have to reorganise so it fits,” you explained, shuffling items around until there was room for more.

Ezra watched your hands dig through the bag. They looked like they’d fit perfectly in his. He watched your eyes analyse your work. Just like they do in the field.

Ezra could tell there was a lifetime of stories behind that gaze. He wondered which story caused that slight frown that only seemed to disappear when you were asleep. Or, perhaps, it was a collection of stories.

“There,” You sat back on your knees.

Ezra dropped his attention to the bag. Everything fit. It was still a bit stretched at the seams, but the zipper would no longer struggle to close.

Something caught Ezra’s eye. He reached in, lifting a deck of cards from the top of the bag’s contents. He removed the string holding them together and spread them out in his hands to admire the art on each of them.

“I, um…” You stuttered, watching Ezra’s fingers trace the worn ink and well-used edges.

“I was not aware that you read tarot,” Ezra murmured with a hint of admiration in his voice.

“Keeps me sane,” you shrugged.

“Would you feel inclined to do a reading for me?” Ezra asked, offering the cards out to you.

Your fingers brushed against his and Ezra’s heart jumped into his throat. The contact only lasted a moment, though, before you began shuffling the cards. You were saying something. Your voice was beautiful. Ezra could listen to you talk forever.

You were staring at him expectantly. Ezra’s face heated up—he hadn’t heard what you said.

“I apologise, I didn’t quite catch that, Star.” He chewed his lip, praying that you didn’t catch on to his train of thought.

You fought the urge to smile at the nickname. Ezra has called you that since the day you met. You always pretended to be annoyed, insisting he use your name. You don’t hate it; you just wish it meant the same thing to him that it did to you.

“I asked if you had a question? For the reading.”

“Oh,” Ezra exclaimed. “My apologies, my cognizance was elsewhere.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you laughed, your usual frown melting away. Ezra’s chest swelled with pride at being the reason you’re so relaxed, despite his embarrassment.

“This assignment is approaching its end,” Ezra took a moment to sweep his gaze across the room that had been your shared home for the last several months. “How should I converge with the coming weeks?”

‘will you stick around?’ Ezra meant to say. But you couldn’t know how he feels. Not yet.

You nodded to acknowledge Ezra’s question before you finish shuffling.

Ezra wasn’t even sure how many cards you laid down.

Even through your concentration, you looked happy. Relaxed.

You began to speak. As you shared your interpretation of the cards, Ezra watched how different emotions transformed your face.

Some of them, he had seen before; the passionate look you get when you talk about the stars, the way your brows furrow in an excited concentration. He only saw your eyes light up like this on occasion; at night, usually. When it was too dark to work but neither of you are quite ready to go to sleep, so you settle on opposite ends of the bed, each doing your own thing. He’d sometimes watch you from the corner of his eye, and when you thought he wasn’t looking, you’d glance up at him with that same look in your eye, Ezra had always wondered what it meant, but has never dared ask for fear you’d stop letting him see it. It was a look that felt rare and intimate. As if only those who you’d trust with your life would ever have the privilege of seeing it.

But some of those expressions, Ezra had never seen on your face. The way you looked when you paused for a breath, it was as if you were doing so much more than interpreting the message the cards were telling you; you were the connection between this reality and the next, watching a story unfold and telling Ezra what he needed to know to make it his reality.

Your expressions confirmed what your words were telling him: everything was about to change. His lifestyle. His relationship with you. Everything.

It should have scared Ezra. But this was the safest, the calmest, Ezra had felt in a long time.

You fell silent, finished with your reading. You searched Ezra’s face for a reaction.

“I love you,” Ezra blurted out before he could stop himself.

Your jaw dropped. “Ezra, I—” You didn’t know what to say.

“I understand if my feelings are not reciprocated. And I apologise if this puts you in a vexatious position, I assure you, that was not my intention.” Ezra paused, wringing his hands together. “I simply needed you to be aware of my feelings towards you.”

You didn’t know how to respond. A million words sat at the tip of your tongue, but none of them seemed right. With each passing second, Ezra could feel his stomach drop further and further into the floor.

“Oh,” Ezra breathed, taking your silence as rejection. He backed away, shoulders threatening to collapse around him. Tears stung at the backs of his eyes. His stomach was turning. How could he be so stupid as to think you’d fall in love with a man like him?

You dove forward suddenly, pulling his face toward yours, your lips crashing against his. It took Ezra a moment to register your actions, and another to react. He was soon pulling you into his chest in a bruising embrace, his lips engulfed yours in a way that was almost overwhelming. Ezra let out a soft moan when your fingers found his hair. His nose bumped yours and his breath tasted like the stale, nearly unbearable rations you’d been living off of for months, but you didn’t care—yours probably wasn’t much better.

The kiss was rushed, desperate. Your teeth kept hitting his. He couldn’t decide where on your body he wanted his hands to be.

You finally broke away for a breath. “I love you too,” you whispered into Ezra’s lips.

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Reversed Judgement

It’s been years since that night. You’d gone through everything together; Ezra nursed you back to health when you got sick, you’d taken care of him when he, inevitably, caught whatever you had. It’s been ages since you stopped counting how many times you’d stitched each other’s wounds. You’d been there for him when he lost his arm, he’d been by your side for every injury of your own. It has never been a question that you have each other’s backs.

Ezra smiles softly. You’re so beautiful like this. The way your eyes light up as you speak, as if you’re a prospector who has just uncovered a valuable gem. It’s an expression Ezra has seen a million times, but his heart aches to see it a million more.

But his smile quickly fades. You’re happy right now. But how long until you realise you deserve better? You don’t deserve this life. You deserve more than a creaky pod and a lumpy cot much too small for one person, let alone two.

And what about the loss of his arm? The jobs Ezra can take now are restricted, the people who will hire him even more so. In bed, he can hardly figure out what to do with himself. You keep insisting that it’s okay, that he’ll learn. But how long are you willing to wait?

Ezra closes his eyes and listens to your voice; it’s his favourite sound. And the passion behind it now, during a reading? It’s overwhelming.

Ezra wants the rest of his life to be spent by your side. He can’t stop thinking about his future with you. Will you settle down together? Or spend the rest of your lives travelling the galaxy together? He’s not sure which he wants more. But either way, he can’t imagine a story for himself that doesn’t include growing old with you. If he’s honest with himself, Ezra can’t even remember a time he’s thought so much about the future. It’s always been about now. About surviving to see tomorrow.

Why does that have to change now that he’s in love? Why is he suddenly afraid of the future?

You’re happy now. Your kisses, the way you seek Ezra out even in your sleep, how your hand finds his almost constantly, proves how happy you are.

Ezra’s never been this happy. He’s never known someone who makes him feel so safe. Around you, Ezra can put his guard down. He doesn’t have to be so cryptic all the time. With you, Ezra can just exist.

Ezra’s hand finds its way into his pocket. His fingers wrap around a small stone.

He watches your hands accentuate each point you make. Ezra loves your hands. Especially your right hand; it’s the one he gets to hold when you walk beside him. It fits so perfectly in his. He loves the way your hands bury themselves in his hair when you kiss him. He loves how gentle they are when you’re patching him up. He pretends to hate it when you slip your hands under his shirt when you notice how cold they are just so you can press them against his chest and laugh at him when he squirms. Ezra loves that laugh.

He fidgets with the gem. He’s forgotten exactly how long it’s been there, though he remembers the day he got it as if it were yesterday. It was one of your first digs together. The gem was too small to be worth anything. So Ezra pocketed the stone, and it’s become a bit of an extension of himself.

Ezra watches your lips move in sync with your words. He loves your lips. The way they taste against his. The way they trace along his jaw when you’re teasing. Ezra’s kissed you a million times, and yet he always yearns for another.

“My Star,” he’d always say whenever you noted that he could never seem to stop kissing you, “a single touch shared with you could console even the most pained of men. And therefore, what motivation do I have to add to the distance between us?”

My Star. Ezra’s called you that… Forever. Ezra loves your name. But to call you his Star is a privilege only he has. Every time he says it, he remembers the countless times the two of you have laid on the ground, examining the night sky in search of constellations. No matter where you are, you always find a way to stargaze.

Through the window of your shared pod.

Passing glances through your helmet when the air outside isn’t safe to breathe.

But by far, Ezra’s favourite is when the air outside is breathable so you pull him outside to lay on the ground, held in each other’s embrace.

On those nights, you’ll continue to talk about the stars long after Ezra’s coaxed you inside to bed. He loves to fall asleep to the sound of your voice in one ear, the rhythm of your heartbeat in the other. Those nights fill Ezra’s chest with a lightness that washes away years of trauma.

But tonight, the stars are hidden behind a veil of clouds. Rain echoes through the trees outside. It reminds Ezra of the nights you’re curled under threadbare blankets and you’re whispering sweet nothings in Ezra’s ear.

Ezra smiles at this. Rainy days are his favourite. It stresses him that he often can’t work on those days, though in your company, that stress quickly melts away.

Ezra is never happier than when he’s with you.

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Ten of Cups

“Star,” Ezra calls out to you.

You’re on your knees, elbow-deep in a sticky black mud. “Yeah?” you grunt back, nearly toppling forward into the mud in your distraction.

“The spoils of these pits appear to already have been claimed, and the sun is beginning to set.” Ezra sits back on his knees, pulling his arm from his own mud pit. “I suppose it’s time we get cleaned up for the remainder day.”

Ezra stifles a laugh at your disgusted grimace when you free your arms from the mud. After a brief examination of the sun-streaked sky, you let out a frustrated huff, pushing yourself to your feet.

“Yeah,” you give in. You have to resist the urge to wipe your hands on your clothing. You accept Ezra’s outstretched hand, lacing your fingers in his.

The stream isn’t far away—close enough that its inviting babbling has called out to you and Ezra all day.

Ezra leads you hand-in-hand to the edge of the murky water. He sinks to his knees first, wasting no time in submerging his arm into the icy liquid to wash away the itchy layers of chemically contaminated mud.

With a desperate splash, you follow close behind.

It’s jobs like these that makes Ezra wish gloves were a luxury the two of you could afford. But gloves strong enough to not break down upon contact with the mud would cost a fortune to buy and would require frequent replacements.

And so, after a long day buried in the acidic material, your arms are left itchy and raw. Ezra frantically rubs his forearm back and forth over a rock just below the surface of the water in a desperate attempt to wash himself clean, and, perhaps relieve some of the painful itch. If he notices the blood staining the water, he doesn’t care; in this moment, the temporary relief overpowers the regret that will later come from allowing the rock to break through his skin.

Ezra startles when your hands close around his wrist. Gently, You begin rubbing away the mud with your already clean hands. You’re conscious to take extra care around the steady trickle of blood.

“You’ll only make it worse like that,” you murmur, focusing your attention on making sure no mud is left under Ezra’s fingernails.

“Thank you,” Ezra closes his eyes in pleasure when you begin massaging his raw skin under the cloudy water to remove the last traces of mud.

“Mhm,” you reply absentmindedly and pull his hand from the water.

Ezra stands, hoisting you to your feet and pulling you into your shared pod.

You help each other dry off and spread an ointment over each other’s arms that makes tears of relief spring to Ezra’s eyes. After stripping yourselves free of your dirty clothes, Ezra collapses onto the cot, pulling you into his chest.

You shift until your head is resting on his shoulder and your body is curled around Ezra’s side leaving his arm free to reach what he needs to.

This position makes it difficult for Ezra to wrap his arm around you, but after a long day of work, neither one of you wants to move if he needs to reach something from the rusty bedside table.

You wrap your arms around your lover’s neck. Reflexively, Ezra’s fingers lift to find yours. He silently fidgets with the thin metal band around your finger, which had been returned to its rightful place upon arrival at the pod.

The pads of his fingers trace over the small gem embedded in the metal. Ezra smiles, remembering the cold winter’s day you’d finally said “I do.”

A soft chuckle escapes Ezra’s throat as he recalls the night you’d agreed to marry him, despite the many years you’d spent telling him about your distaste for the idea of being married.

“What’s that about?” you ask, not seeing a reason to laugh.

“I’m so fortunate to have you, Star,” Ezra whispers back, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You murmur and lean up to press a kiss to Ezra’s jaw, at the same place you always do; the little patch in his scruff, where Ezra seems unable to grow any hair.

You love those spots on either side of his face. “They’re built in places for me to kiss,” you’d always insist whenever Ezra was feeling insecure about his patchy stubble.

“Still?” Ezra asks. “You still love me after all these years?”

“Why not?” You can’t think of a single thing Ezra has ever done that might make you rethink your feelings. Sure, he has his habits that never fail to get on your nerves. But, if anything, that makes you love him all the more.

“You’re not growing exhausted by my presence?”

“How could I ever get bored of you?” You sit up enough to meet Ezra’s gaze. “I love you more than anything. If I didn’t, what reason would I have to follow you on all these jobs and crazy ideas you get to make a living?” You caress Ezra’s cheek with your knuckles. “Ezra, I stay because I love you. Those feelings are never going to change. And, if they do, it will be because I’ve fallen further in love with you. If that’s even possible.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” Ezra smiles softly.

You let out a hum of contemplation. “I’m just here for the kisses,” you tease, placing a brief peck on his lips.

Ezra hums contentedly, and you snuggle back into his chest. After a few moments of a loving stillness, Ezra’s fingers find their way back to yours to toy with your ring.

“Do you remember the night I gave this to you?” Ezra whispers, tracing circles over the tiny gem.

“How could I forget?” You whisper back.

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You finish your reading and lift your eyes to gauge Ezra’s reaction. A small smile tugs at his lips, but he doesn’t respond.

Silently, Ezra rises to his feet, gathering the cards and stowing them back in your bag.

“Lay down,” Ezra commands. With a grunt, he pulls a strange machine from under the cot. You obey, too curious to argue. Ezra shoves the machine to the centre of the floor.

Ezra switches off the lamp, plunging the tent into absolute darkness. “My mother had one of these when I was a child,” Ezra explains, “I had to construct this one from scrap parts, so it’s not as impressive as the one I grew up with.” With a soft click, the machine turns on and the ceiling is decorated with small flecks of light.

Ezra continues to explain, but you’ve already figured it out. “It’s the stars on Wehouf,” you interrupt with a gasp. Wehouf was where you first met Ezra.

Ezra lays on the cot beside you, wrapping you into a firm embrace.

“You built this for me?” you murmur in disbelief. How did he find time to work on this without you noticing?

“Took me two years,” Ezra presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “The majority of the parts I required aren’t easy to come by in the green.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“The entire time I was assembling it, I couldn’t help but meditate over how intensely I feel for you. I never thought I was capable of these feelings. When we first met, you were nothing more than an associate on an endeavour to make a living. I’m not certain when I fell in love,” Ezra’s hand slips under your shirt and he begins tracing gentle circles against your skin with his fingertips. “I don’t think I ever stopped falling. I don’t believe I ever want to. I crave to spend my whole lifetime by your side. I want to chart the view of the stars from every planet, every moon. And I want to do it with your hand in mine.”

“Ezra, I—” You start.

“You could count every single star in the sky, and still only know a fraction of the love I feel for you,” Ezra continues. “And I know you’ve expressed a distaste for it in the past,” Ezra shifts to pull the tiny gem from his pocket. Gently, he slips the metal band around your finger. A perfect fit. “But, I was hoping you’d consider marrying me? I wouldn’t expect it to be legal if that’s not what you want, but—”

“Of course I’ll marry you, Ezra,” You interrupt, shifting to meet his gaze. “I love you more than anything. If it makes you happy, of course, I’ll marry you. And besides, we’re out here alone a solid 98% of the time. So marriage can be whatever we want it to be. Right?”

Ezra breathes a sigh of relief. He wasn’t afraid of you saying no, per se, but he was terrified the question would make you uncomfortable and perhaps cause you to push him away.

“I know I can be an arduous man to love sometimes,” Ezra begins to tear up. “And I still think you deserve better than me. But, you make me exultant beyond any doubt, and you seem content by my side as well. I can’t promise that things will be perfect, because they most certainly won’t. But I will love you eternally, with every fibre of my being. And that, Star, is a promise.”

“Oh, Ezra,” you whisper, “I don’t expect things to always be perfect. I’ve lived with you long enough to know that life will go to shit. A lot. But I’ve also lived with you long enough to know it always ends up okay.” You rest your forehead against Ezra’s. “You deserve more than you think you do. I know you’ve made mistakes. Fuck, I’ve watched you make some seriously questionable decisions. To the point where I sometimes wonder how you’re still alive. But you have more love in this little tuft of hair than most people have in their whole body.” You gently tug on Ezra’s little blond patch of hair to emphasize your point. “And that’s all I care about.” You finish with a brief but passionate kiss.

Ezra doesn’t know how to respond. Tears threaten to escape down his cheeks. “Fuck,” he sobs, pulling you closer until your nose is buried in his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Ezra,” you hum.

Your fingers begin to toy with the ring on your finger. “How’d you manage to get this?” Ezra doesn’t even have to see to know what you’re talking about.

“The gem is from one of our first digs together,” He explains. “It was too diminutive to sell, but I couldn’t bring myself to dispose of it. I got it fixed with a ring two planets back.”

“That must’ve cost a fortune,” you say, suddenly feeling a bit guilty that he felt the need to do such a thing to please you. Sufficient jewellers aren’t easy to find this far out, and because of that, it can be quite expensive to so much as repair a simple ring.

“Nearly depleted my personal savings,” Ezra answers. “But I couldn’t think of a superior way to spend it; now whenever my gaze falls upon your hand, I am reminded of our years spent in each other’s presence.”

“You didn’t have to,” you kiss the soft skin at Ezra’s neck. “I’d have married you without it.”

“Do you not like it?” Ezra asks with a touch of panic to his voice.

“Oh, I love it,” you reassure. Ezra visibly relaxes. “I love everything you get for me.” You pull the ring off your finger to inspect it as you talk. It’s a simple band, with just enough width to have room for the gem embedded in the smooth metal. Upon closer examination, you find a tiny engraving inside. ‘I love you, my Star.’ “I love everything you do for me,” you turn your head to admire the speckles of light above you. You return the ring to your finger. “I always will. Just know I don’t expect to be spoiled. I enjoy it, but your love is enough for me.”

“I know, my Star,” Ezra sighs. “I can’t provide you the life of luxury you deserve. I enjoy doing what I can to make up for it.”

“I have everything I want right here.” You snuggle deeper into Ezra’s chest to admire the stars projected across the ceiling.

He doesn’t respond. For a few moments, the only sounds are the rain, the soft whirring of the star machine, and your breaths combined with Ezra’s. You never saw yourself in this position. But Ezra has a way of turning the lives of those around him upside down. And for you, it somehow feels right.

“I love you, my Star.”

“I love you too, Ezra.”

#ezra prospect #pedros12daysofchristmas #ezra x reader #Pedro Pascal

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official-lovestruck-galen · 5 years ago

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Highlights from the new Lucas Episodes

- MMC continues to be a mood as he tries very hard to deny and push aside his feelings. You’re valid my dude.

- “My sister is the definition of a bisexual mess.”

”I could have guessed from the moment we met.”

- Gotta admit, laughed a bit in Nora’s route when Lucas just kept his name as Charming for people to just Know. I love it but yay for at least addressing obvious stuff that’s kinda weird.

- *cries in lack of hearts* let them flirt,, one day,,,, one day I shall have hearts

- Also I love too Ezra he’s funny

- MMC just constantly out here like (STOP IT. STOP BEING SO GAY. STOP THINKING GAY THOUGHTS. STOP THAT.) And that’s just such a mood.

- MMC feeling left out and out of place and Sad noooooooooooo my boy! Really tho one thing I love about Lovestruck besides all the gay is that the MCs all have some real character and I really enjoy MMC’s character. He’s very much a Mood.

- God I just kinda love how when Lucas touches MMC it’s just kinda Relief. It’s wonderful.

- (Lock your feelings in a chest. Throw away the key.) Have I mentioned that MMC is kinda a mood and I kinda love him a lot yet?

- LUCAS SIGNING UP FOR EVERYTHING. That “Oh. OH.” As he realizes what that actual entails. The little “Oh... dear.” He’s wonderful.

- Lucas out here at the end of every episode giving MMC and I some heart attacks.

- AGAIN LISTEN. I REALLY LIKE MMC. How he tries very hard to be responsible and on top of things. How he feels totally lost when he feels like things are out of his hands. The kinda anxiety he gets when anything could potentially go wrong. Feeling out of place and alone. Not to mention all the stuff with Keeping Your Feelings In A Chest to try and make things work out for the best. I just love him! He’s very relatable and he deserves. Love. And maybe another nap.

- I love Lucas also,,,, I could go on a whole different monologue about that but idk how to put any of it really, especially not short enough to put here. I just love him. He’s very great and I also enjoy how he’s trying to reassure MMC when he feels bad and also trying to make sure MMC knows he’s needed and helpful! Cuz being helpful and in control of things seems to be the crux of MMCs worries and all. I’m kinda stating the obvious but I love them.

- MMC feeling so gay that he’s like “ok ignoring my gay is pointless so might as well just let it sit there“ is ALSO a Mood. Why is he such a big mood?

- I kinda feel like,,,, Lucas has a sort of similar issue as MMC. Where he wants to be on top of things and needs to feel like he’s doing something. Which makes sense as a prince on a quest. Nora also definitely has that issue in a very clear way, which probably connects to why she and MMC get along I think. Just a lot of a similar issue taking different forms. I just find it very Interesting

- *CRIES IN NO HEARTS BUT LOUDER THIS TIME*

- I could talk about how much I love them every other line but listen. ”That harsh pang, that fear of not being good enough, blossoms into a pleasant glow.” THATS REALLY GOOD.

- FMC teasing MMC about his crush and the flirting is Wonderful.

- Nobody:

Ezra: “I once stabbed a drunk man at a pub with a fork.”

AGFLAHFKAHDK he’s so damn funny is the facts.

- LISTEN lucas is just Interesting and I am both Fascinated by his dependence of fate and Very Scared for whoever Darla’s gonna be introducing him to at the fun mixer because it most certainly wont be the warlock.

- ,,,,Darla. Please. On a daaattttte? Whatever Lucas says to it, at the moment, I feel your pain, MMC.

This post may have gotten away from me a bit but the point is I love them.

#ever after academy #lucas charming #eaa Male Mc #Nora la fey #Ezra wolf #eaa Female Mc #lucas X MMC #I just think they’re neat

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arinlangdon · 4 years ago

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in this post: thinking out loud about Tutorea.

so obviously, Tutorea is going to be pretty important down the line. considering that his surname literally means “guardian”, and the circumstances surrounding him, how could he not be. the question is, how does he fit into all this?

like the MCs’ parents, he’s conspicuously absent.

he was introduced in Ezra’s route, but he’s not a real player yet on account of… being a frog. someone turned him into one to silence him, and we can infer now that it was probably Red Riding Hood. but why, and what does he know? Ezra notes that Arin hasn’t fully moved into Tutorea’s office after weeks of doing his job; so what does Arin know?

in Lucas’s route, he’s said to be on a sabbatical. the timing is suspicious though, considering the circumstances (MCs’ parents also being gone, evil warlock come to take over the world, important trees dying). i have to wonder, is there something more to it? in the meantime, who’s filling in for him as the head librarian? is it still Arin?

he isn’t mentioned at all in Nora’s route, but i’m sure that we’ll be hearing about him in season 3 and that he’ll be absent there too. i suspect that Nora was onto something in Lucas' s2 when she hypothesizes that he could be the guardian. if she’s right, then what happened to him to apparently make Arin the new guardian?

...

i’m also considering the possibility that Arin’s related to him somehow. the original path finder was probably an ancestor of the MCs, and the warlock believes that MMC is the light keeper. maybe the roles are passed down through bloodlines? if so, then... is Tutorea Arin’s father? uncle? legal guardian if you’ll pardon the pun??

(it probably would've been mentioned if Arin had the same surname as the reclusive head librarian whom MCs & Friends have never met but are looking for for magic reasons. if they are at all related, then it’s probably somewhat distantly, or for some reason Arin didn’t take his name.)

even if they’re not family, then i’m somewhat certain that Arin is still his, idk... protégé? apprentice? trainee?

and that might explain why Arin was asked to fill in for him in Ezra’s route despite only being a student (though Arin seems to be treated like part of the faculty despite being only a grad student, and who even knows why)

...

what if the MCs’ parents, or one of them, are/were the light keeper and/or path finder? did the MC(s) inherit the role(s) in their absence? is it because the triad are all absent that the whitethorn trees are rotting?

...............Too Many Questions. need more answers

#harlowspeaks #speculation #James Tutorea #Arin #if we get to see Tutorea's actual human body sprite #and it turns out he's hot #and the fandom screams out for the dilf #then i swear i'm going to lose it

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arobandhan · 4 years ago

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babies

i just wrote this and idk how it came out but enjoy love you @balenciagastones

‘Bug wanna come over and stay the night? xx’

Hannah read Alex’s text with a smile, responding yes.

‘Ofc bebe, I’ll go over after i finish with my family zoom xx’ she text back.

The zoom was quite boring to Hannah except for when her cousins baby started to become the center of attention. The entire family asking her cousin to tell the baby names to repeat, the baby girl still not being able to grasp it just yet. But when she was asked to say Hannah’s name she said it with ease, making Hannah’s heart swell at how the little infant giggled her name. It was the highlight of the zoom call and Hannah was bouncing up and down about it. She texted all her friends what had happened claiming she wanted a baby now from how cute the encounter was. Adri of course being the one to text back, “tell alex ;)” making Hannah roll her eyes at the message.

Hannah eventually headed over to Alex’s when she was done packing her bag for the night, knowing she really didn’t need to since she would be wearing his clothes anyways.

Alex greeted his girlfriend with a kiss and pulled her up the stairs to his room and closed the door. The two of them crawling on to the bed and just laid there tangled in each others arms.

“How was your family zoom bug?” he asked ending the silence.

“It was really good actually,” she laughed, “and you will not believe what happened!” she exclaimed sitting up smiling down at her boyfriend and chuckled, queuing her to continue talking. “So everyone wanted to see if my cousin’s baby girl could say everyones name and she wasn’t able to and then guess what?!”

“What?” he laughed and she rolled her eyes.

“She said MY NAME! It was so precious, she giggled when she said it too, i was actually melting from how cute it was,” she sighed smiling, laying back down in Alex’s arms, “makes me want a baby.” she laughed.

Alex’s eyes went wide, they had never ever talked about babies or anything that could happen for them in the future, so he did what any teenage boy does, he grabbed Hannah’s chin and kissed her roughly. He moved so he was hovering over her as they made out. Hannah was the one to break the kiss, placing her hand on his chest, the two of them breathing heavily.

“What was that for?” she laughed confused at the spontaneous makeout session her boyfriend initiated.

“Well you said you wanted a baby, and last time i checked you need to have sex to make a baby so thats what i was leaning towards.” he said shrugging as if it was obvious what he was doing.

“Not now you horndog!” she exclaimed laughing pushing him off of her, “We arent even 18 and our families would literally have our heads if you got me pregnant.”

“I meannn youre not wrong” he laughed

“No i know that.” she laughed rolling her eyes.

“Well what about later on? Like is that something you want with me?” he asked shyly, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Of course its something i want with you bub, I think about it all the time, I even talk to the girls about it,” she said and he smiled widely, “Adri says we’d have the cutest babies together.” she finished, giggling.

“I mean we would make pretty cute babies together.” he said before pecking her lips and smiling. He pulled her into him and laid back down. “Have you thought what kids you want?” he asked looking at the ceiling as he played with her hair.

“Yeah i mean its obvious just wishful thinking but i want three kids,” she smiled and snuggled on his chest, “what do you think bebe?”

“I think three kids would be amazing bug, we’d have to at least have one boy.” he responded chuckling at the last part.

“I mean obviouslyyyy,” she giggled, “I was thinking what about two boys and one girl.” she finished.

“That sounds like a dream angel, ever thought of names for them?”

She sat up again and reached for her phone, pulling out the note she wrote it on.

“Okay dont think im crazy but i might have the names for our kids…” she blushed nervously.

“Angel that is the cutest thing ever, what are they?” he asked smiling, leaning over to give her a kiss before letting her talk.

“Okay so i was thinking of incorporating your hispanic side into them so for the first one i came up with Miles Luis Robertson,” she started

“I love that bug! It’s perfect.” her smile grew

“Hehe the next one i came up with is Ezra Miguel Robertson and then for a girl Aurora Marie Robertson.” she smiled finishing reading her list. Alex pulled her down and started peppering kisses all over her face and neck.

“I love those bug, they are perfect and I hope we can use them in the future!” he smiled and she leaned up kissing him passionately.

“I love you so so so so much alex.”

“I love you so so so so much more hannah,” he responded kissing her again, “wanna practice making babies now?” he smirked.

“I guess we can.” she giggled before he captured his lips again.

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nikatyler · 5 years ago

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○ Founders ○ Amelia Rose

• Amelia is the founder of my longest running and most beloved legacy (est. April 2016). Rose legacy has been stuck on gen 6 for over a year, but it’s slowly coming to an end. It’s the last one I’m doing - for now. I’m not denying that in the future, I might feel like coming back to gen 7. I've posted this legacy online starting gen 3, which was mainly gamplay with my first attempts at storytelling at the end of it (Zoey’s crossover storyline between my at that time two only legacies). After that, I started adding more storytelling elements and now in the second half of gen 6, I’d say that majority is a planned story and I’m doing less gameplay.

• This legacy...is huge and branches into several side projects. I played World Adventures in the summer of 2017 with Ezra and Carrie, my gen 2 couple. The next summer, I tried to replay the Into the Future part of gen 3 with Sebastian and Lynn, but I didn’t finish it...haven’t finished it yet...idk. I want to come back to it, but it’s just not a priority right now. Gen 4 is my favourite and is getting a whole reboot as these guys just deserve a proper story. This is actually the project I want to focus on once I wrap up gen 6. And last but not least, one of my gen 5 sims, Scarlett, is currently having a Bachelorette Challenge (which will resume posting soon).

• The current canon story for Amelia is different from what I actually played. Amelia is a witch from a rather old-fashioned wizarding society in Moonlight Falls. Her parents wanted her to get married to a wealthy man, which of course she didn’t like. She ran away and started a new life from the scartch alone in Twinbrook. She accidentally got pregnant after a drunk night with her friend Justin. They had a son named Ezra. In the original legacy, he had a sister named Tania, but he doesn’t have one in the new canon because the story is different and she was pointless anyway. Amelia is a great gardener and used to be quite good at alchemy and potion making back when she still lived in Moonlight Falls.

Fun Facts:

Amelia’s name is most definitely a reference to two Doctor Who companions - Amy Pond and Rose Tyler. I can’t say I’m 100% sure, but it’s just how I rolled back in 2016.

At first, this was supposed to be an alphabetacy. I’m not sure why I then went and used an E name. Now I’m thinking that I could’ve made it a...vowelacy. Interesting concept for sure.

To this day I’m upset I chose a pretty much random townie for Amelia. That’s why his role got reduced in the new improved canon haha. I even considered replacing him completely with another character.

Chrono | Newest

#ts4 #sims 4 #rose legacy extra #amelia rose

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finn-2187 · 5 years ago

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alright here it is, the basics of my au plus art.... under the cut so you dont have to see it if you dont want to

k so first off this au take place during like the end of rebels through a few years post ROTJ. also a everybody lives au so its more happy.

ok so basically the oc i made for the au is this boy right here:

he is the son of kallus and zeb ok. hes half human half lasat and he is a himbo and he likes to pick people up when he hugs them. he loves his dads and his friends.

well thats him as an adult, but for most of this au he is going to be in this little group here as a child:

left to right: ben solo (13), poe dameron (14), my oc who doesnt have a name yet if anyone wants to help out w that (14), finn skywalker (12), rey skywalker(9).yes i changed all thier birth years basically and no i do not give a shit. also poe has bleached tips because my little brother whos the same age does too and if theres a latine character i will project my family onto them and thats that on that.

so basically wedge antilles and luke skywalker got married becasue idk if you have noticed but wedgeluke is my favorite ship and so it has to be in every au.... so theyre married and they adopt 2 kids and those kids are rey and finn they rescue both of them from stormtrooper recruiting ppl so yeah. ben is emo, but he is an alright kid. r*ylo is non existent bc they're cousins. finnpoe will happen when they get a bit older like in their early 20s. poe has his old backstory with his awesome x wing mom back so luke and wedge are his godparents. here take some art of wedge and luke w rey in modern clothes. why? becasue i wanted to draw it:

they all grow up togetehr in the end of the rebellion and the emergence of the new republic and they all live together becasue i mean i dont think anyone wants to just fuck off onto whatever planet and be alone w/o thier friends after all this, with the exception of a few things like zeb and kallus went to lira san but came back to raise thier son with a bunch of other kids around his age bc i mean its probably better for him and zeb reads parenting books so he is concerned with that type of thing. and ben will go to lukes school but yeah. anyways the rebels crew and the OT crew and ya know what the R1 crew too are friends and try to give advice to the kids and stuff. me and my friend talked abt teen!finnpoe and like poe and my oc going around asking the adults how they got together and the couples are like. han/leia, wedge/luke, hera/kanan, zeb/kallus, sabine/my friends lady mandalorian oc, ezra/tristan...... like none of these couples knew how to flirt or anything they were all disasters so no one has any advice ad force ghost anakin is like have you tried floating a pear but poe doesnt have the force so like uncle lando drops in to give advice but its not age appropriate so the other adults r like bro stop. anyways. this au im gonna make connect to my other idea which was that instead of worsipping darth vader, ben looks up to anakin and sees how even after going to the dark side he was able to redeem himself and be good so even tho he is being pulled to the dark he looks to anakin for support so he can try to be like him, hes still gonna turn evil but he will turn good again in the end but that happens later so all thats importnant for this little au here is that ben likes to listen to my chemical romance. finn and rey are the best siblings and rey looks up to her older brother sm and he is always trying to look out for her. theyre both force sensitive so theyre both training to be jedi too. ok that might be everything so far but if i think of more ill reblog this post and add on. if you read this i love you omg and i hope you like my oc and my au even tho its purely self indulgent and i changed basically everything just to have this sappy cutesy au

#sw rebels #star wars rebels #star wars original trilogy #sw oc #kalluzeb #wedgeluke #sw au #i drew this uwu #star wars sequel trilogy

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overplannedbutunnamednpc · 4 years ago

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glade playlist

got two likes on my post so that’s literally 20% of my readership saying hell yeah fuck yeah glade playlist. i am a servant to the masses. here it is, w descriptions under the cut.

some warnings: don’t expect this to be good. this is Vibes Only and an excuse to talk about Him. the order of the songs tells no story and thus does no sin. skip the songs you don’t like because it makes no difference at all.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5ZJRrektFybq9vksjnWGnh?si=jhSi_lBeThqaB74HO1UrQA

1. Above The Clouds Of Pompeii by Bear’s Den

Just don't cry Hold your head up high She would want you to She would want you to You said stay in the car and wait There's just some things I have to say Don't you know I miss her, too I miss her just as much as you So my father and my son As you end what she's begun You'll lie patient by her side With roses red come lilies white

this came from a magnus/julia playlist originally and it fucks, but it’s more here for the Vibes than anything else. if I had to explain it, I’d say this is immediately post like. lent coming home and telling glade that she doesn’t remember anything about him. this is the vibes of red being down for her nap, blissfully unaware that the motherfuckers have left and glade sitting down heavily on the couch of the home they shared and finally, tiredly, burying his face in his hands as he processes the fact that when lent first saw him, there wasn’t a spark of recognition in her eyes, and how much that hurts even if she’s promised to come back to him anyway. thats the vibes.

2. Best Intentions by Hodera

I guess we'll just stop talking then We can forget this ever happened 'Cause it's obvious I can't just be your friend I'm going in circles 'cause I only have one paddle out here alone Got back to shore 'bout 2AM I grabbed your jacket on the boat dock And I pulled you in and we kissed It was so dark, I found your lips Only because I felt your breath I know that soon I will be fine You left this void the size of pines lake Now I'm filling it up one cup at a time And if I knew that was the last time I'd see you I might have said Hey Mary, that was one crazy summer I know after this we'll never see each other I'm old enough now to know nothing lasts forever The only thing I ask is please Remember every detail of this moment Because once you close that door you'll never see me And some day you might remember When we drove out to the lake And stole a boat to see the moon eclipse go by

this one is a break up song so it’s here for the Vibes. i’ve kind of been envisioning this as the song glade would have written/sung if lent decided that she’d rather have amaunator than him, when he told her that he was a criminal. it’s about a summer romance that didn’t go far enough, and it fucks majorly, and it comes from a universe just a little bit to the left, where glade and hymn met but never actually took all the steps glade and lent did.

3. New Religion by The Heydaze

A city of strangers, the streetlights, they change us We all need a little bit more, we all need a little bit more The saints and the liars, the dealers and buyers We all need a little bit more, we all need a little bit more But somewhere there's a light A sign that it's alright I find it by your side People get lost in repetition Working and watching television Hard to wake up in the morning It's hard to wake up in the morning I'm watching you dancing in the kitchen I could call you my new religion You're waking me up in the morning You're waking me up in the morning, yeah

IF YOU LISTEN TO NO OTHER SONG FROM THIS PLAYLIST. LISTEN TO THIS ONE. sometimes I listen to this song and I get stuck in a loop where it’s the only music anyone has ever listened to because I love this song so much. anyway this is a REALLY good gladelent song. Vibes of them falling in love that first time, and lent’s recovery when she’s started getting her sight back, probably after she takes relentless as her next virtue name, and glade finding her dancing and singing to herself in the kitchen they now share, and just watching and loving her so much because he forgot how good it was to see her happy.

4. Gray Flowers by The Gray Havens

They cried, We told you stay away, From that crazy color, Turn around if you don't we'll break you, And you don't have anyone to save you, He said, She needs me to stay, Cuz gray can take her sorrow, So I will die tonight so she will know, That gray will stay in the color-code, For my love I will die you know, But before I do let the record show, That I brought her flowers every day, And she loved them, She loved me she'd never felt that way, So if you feel you need some gray, That's ok child, cuz you know you've just got to Ask, And I'll come back

this ones about love transforming a society around them. idk i like it. the townspeople who hate the color gray are the crownsguard @ gladelent. is that anything??? who cares not me it’s on Here one way or another!

5. Two by Sleeping At Last

I know exactly how the rule goes Put my mask on first No, I don't want to talk about myself Tell me where it hurts I just want to build you up, build you up 'Til you're good as new And maybe one day I will get around to fixing myself too I don't even know where to start Already tired of trying to recall when it all fell apart I just want to love you, to love you, to love you well I just want to learn how, somehow, to be loved myself Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you without any strings attached And what a privilege it is to love A great honor to hold you up

this one is about loving someone despite not loving yourself quite yet and like. it’s a good one for pre-fall gladelent. glade was a squatter and a thief trying to provide for himself; he wasn’t exactly his own biggest fan, but love happens when you aren’t expecting it sometimes, and There He Was, head over heels for a woman who could have been (and should have been) arresting him. it is simply. a good love story.

6. Ezra by Becca VanDerbeck

Someday you'll find a Place where you belong Somewhere to settle down and plant Your roots, and grow up strong Oh, I hope that you'll remember all My silly little songs Honey, please remember these Few things in all you do Won't you always love your neighbor Wear a smile, and tell the truth Don't be scared of what you don't know And don't be afraid to lose Cause there’s a lesson there for Learnin', there's a lesson if you choose Oh and listen, kid, I promise I will Always see you through Cause Ezra, I love you, I love you, I do Oh Ezra, I love you, I love you, I do Ezra, I love you, I love you, I do

this is a glade and red song. i actually sing it as “red, girl, I love you, I love you, I do” bc I so strongly associate it with Them. it’s just a good, sweet song! glade dances red around the living room while singing it and she babbles along and maybe she sings it at him when she wants to be danced, because she’s a baby with both fangs and tusks and its SO hard to use words but humming a vague melody and clapping at your daddy gets you what you want so why would you Talk? smh. (someone needs to stop me before i get really emo about this tradition continuing into red’s childhood and adolescence and how when she’s upset glade will hum it to her when he hugs her and uh oh..... misty about this now................. they are a Fambly.........) all his kids get their own songs but reds song is Special, I think, in this way.

7. Black Coffee Morning by Bluebiird

Just too tall to comfort Just too big to hold But I'll fit you inside my future At least that's the lie we told And it's a black coffee morning on the east side And I'm singing all the time today Cause you're saying that you love me with your big eyes But your words don't come out that way Oh, play it again for me Big bright moon in the sky And give me one more night with my baby And that'll be alright

this is a little bit of a bitter one, as the name including black coffee implies. I imagine this one as a vibes of, “my wife went out to adventure again and I haven’t seen her in three weeks as a consequence.” like does he respect that lent has a ton of wanderlust? yeah. does he wish she’d stay home safe with him so he never has to worry when he goes a few days between Sendings from raini whether she’s alive or dead? also yeah. this is the song that plays the morning after lent left for hell, after two years of being not quite satisfied with retirement. this is the song that glade wakes up to, his bed empty, because they have an agreement now that lent sneaks out rather than glade potentially having to say goodbye for a Last Time. this is red babbling questioningly at him when mama hasn’t been home in hours and glade picking her up and singing to her rather than answering.

8. Band of Gold by The Gray Havens

I'm never get'n over you No I never will be over you Yes I threw away the key That bound my heart to yours To the bottom of the sea I don't need it anymore No there's no turn'n back for us There's only movin' forward Cuz this love is a band of gold When the fire's burn'n and When the embers feel cold So when I hold you in my arms I hope you know That this love is a band of gold

note: did NOT know i had two songs by the same guys on here! nice going gray havens. this is a good marriage song. that’s the vibes of this one. staying together through thick and thin, waking up and choosing to love that one person every single day, smiling down at your wedding ring even when they’re not around you for the symbol and reminder that they love you just as much, that they made that same commitment.

9. Farther Along by Josh Garrels

There's so much more to life than we've been told It's full of beauty that will unfold And shine like you struck gold my wayward son That deadweight burden weighs a ton I go down to the river and let it run Wash away all the things you've done Forgiveness alright Farther along we'll know all about it Farther along we'll understand why So cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine We'll understand this, all by and by, oh yeah

so, full disclosure, some of these songs came from my godfucking/religious trauma playlist. this is one of these songs. as such it’s? more of a Vibe than the other songs. it only kinda fits as a song of faith that things will get better even if you don’t understand why they are the way they are right now. I think of it as like. kind of glade’s relationship with faith? he hopes it’s all for a reason, that one day he’ll understand why bad shit is happening, but he doesn’t have a lot of faith in any actual god. but mostly this is just vibes.

10. How To Be Yours by Chris Renzema

You say that you love me, don't say that you love me 'Cause I don't know how to be yours You say that you want me, don't say that you want me 'Cause I don't know how to be yours I still act like an orphan I guess And my hard heart breaks to confess That even while you hold me As I cry on the floor I still don't know how to be yours So love me or hate me I'm not going anywhere Leave me or take me You still bear my signature Know me or not Seen or forgot I'm not walking out on you

lent and glade are both orphans and this is the song about doubting the love that comes your way even when you’ve not necessarily been given a reason to. it’s sung both by the doubter and the person refusing to leave them just because of that, and I think it’s nice! glade and his doubts, come amnesiac lent, that she will actually want to stay with him once she has her grace back with amaunator, and lent and her doubts, post fall, that he’ll stay with her now that she’s no longer good or righteous, now that she no longer deserves the name hymn.

11. Take Me To Church by Hozier

My lover's got humor She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick", you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life

obligatory hozier song. it’s horny and it’s religiously themed. this is also from my godfucking/religious trauma playlists. there’s not a whole lot to say here except that I wanted some hozier on this playlist bc glades og design/concept was “half orc hozier” and take me to church slaps. next song.

12. Belly of the Deepest Love by Tow’rs

The beats of hammers felt like drums of war Killed for the words you swore From the belly of the deepest love, The hills trembling throats sing hallelujah Like the flowers on a dogwood tree Blush with blame you took for me Oh how you wish to be with me Oh how you wish to be with me Do you remember seeing the man Covered by the same blood he damned Join the song with the sky in the darkest hour I need something to hold on to Stronger than the iron that held you Louder than the roar of the crowd that day

I think this one is pretty immediately post lent’s fall too. it’s got jesus imagery in there but I think that fits. this one doesn’t have a whole lot behind it except for post fall vibes.

13. One Jump Ahead by Brad Kane

Gotta keep One jump ahead of the breadline One swing ahead of the sword I steal only what I can't afford (That's Everything!) One jump ahead of the lawmen That's all, and that's no joke These guys don't appreciate I'm broke

this is a fun little song about scoundrel!glade! I thought it fit nicely and also it makes me think about the Aladdin au slash novel Lex and I have where glade lifts something valuable (her holy symbol I think?) off of lent and shows it to her and basically says, “I’ll just keep this so I know you’ll come see me next time” intending it to be a tease and then her gripping her sword hilt and holding her hand out with this fake smile and going “or you’ll give it back Now” (because she Can’t let him get away with that) and him going “or I can give it back now! great idea!” he really Thot it would go over better. but it’s okay bc they fell in love anyway.

14. Karma by AJR

I've been so good, I've been helpful and friendly I've been so good, why am I feeling empty? I've been so good, I've been so good this year I've been so good, but it's still getting harder I've been so good, where the hell is the karma? I've been so good, I've been so good this year Time, I know we're out of time But what if sad thoughts come and I can't stop it Bye, I don't wanna say bye If only I could keep you in my pocket To give me some diagnosis of why I'm so hollow Please give me instructions, I promise I'll follow I tripped on my ankle and fractured my elbow But doesn't that mean that the tour's gonna sell though? I try to explain the good faith that's been wasted But after an hour it sounds like complaining Wait don't go away, can I lie here forever? You say that I'm better, why don't I feel better? The universe works in mysterious ways But I'm starting to think it ain't working for me Doctor, should I be good? Should I be good this year?

similar vibes to farther along but much less hopeful and more desperate while still trying to sound like an upbeat song. this is glade telling amaunator off for letting lent go when she is nothing but Good. this is glade when he’s still a thief, going hungry because he fed his sister tonight rather than himself, asking whatever god might be listening why it was them who were punished with this because they weren’t doing anything wrong. this is glade setting the table for the motherfuckers, smiling even though it’s immediately post lent’s rez ritual, because they were the ones who actually saw her die, not him, and they’re good people who need to catch a break so here he is, getting them to joke and laugh with him while lent sleeps off her resurrection sickness in the other room.

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noddytheornithopod · 6 years ago

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So, Star Wars Resistance... I saw the premiere and the subsequent two episodes that Disney put online. I’ll discuss my thoughts under the cut (expect lots of Autistic feelings on Neeku :V).

I don’t know if I’m just getting older and would’ve felt the same about Ahsoka and Ezra’s first appearances, but I’m kinda finding Kaz annoying for now. I’m sure he’s going to develop and get better at... everything, but for now I’m finding him kinda grating. Like, he’s got the immaturity those characters had, but he’s more obnoxious about it especially since he’s such a try hard and his awkwardness with everything got annoying for me quickly. But of course, the massive idiot always ends up being right or fixes the problem of the episode. Makes me wonder how he even is a good pilot and flying T-85 X-wings in the New Republic navy. :P The most interesting thing about him so far is how sheltered he seems with his parents doing everything for him until now.

Oh yeah, Kaz saying the New Republic is all he’s ever known and he wants to fight for it... can’t wait to see how he’s going six months later. :P

We got a little bit of information about the Republic and Resistance relationship actually stated in visual media, namely how they weren’t allowed to engage Vonreg and Kaz had to get rid of them, and how the New Republic isn’t a fan of the Resistance even if they’re kind of necessary to keep an eye on the First Order. I can’t help but wonder if Kaz’s dad is secretly a First Order sympathiser, given the novel Bloodline indicates a lot of the “centrist” (as in, they want to centralise power) senators were secretly FO sympathisers. We don’t know much about Kaz’s dad besides him being a wealthy senator, heck we didn’t even see him when he talked with Kaz.

Besides Kaz being too much of a doofus for my liking, my other big issue was... Neeku. I’ve discussed before that his Autistic coding is pretty blatant, and these episodes pretty much confirmed he’s quite stereotypical there. I want to like him, but I feel really uncomfortable watching him. I’m not sure if it’s just me being overly weary and internalised ableism talking, but the whole literal minded thing got old fast. Like, if the character had more nuance at this point I might find it funny and relatable (think PnF or MML in this regard), but Neeku is so stereotypical (right down to the fucking Sheldon style voice - wait what do you mean his voice actor was also on The Big Bang Theory) that it just leaves me feeling second hand embarrassment. I thought they were going to be more introspective when he gets upset and talks about how he finds it hard to get others... but nah. Speaking of which, I kinda feel really weirded out at how they basically used his literal mind and naivete to basically get Kaz into conflict with everyone by taking his boast literally? Like great job guys, I sure feel so much better about myself right there. :/ I also feel weird because they make him seem really childlike and really emphasise it, and people talk about how cute and adorable he is. It’s just uncomfortable. Also, Kaz taking advantage of his literal mind to deceive him and sneak off from work? I literally said “you dick!” out loud to Kaz there. So yeah, Neeku isn’t really working for now. I hope they develop him more because my gosh I don’t want to watch Star Wars Sheldon every episode.

Yeager is probably the best character so far. I like how he’s a wise old mentor type but he also already showing his more flawed side in how he’s trying to avoid any of the First Order conflict. I also want to know more about his time in the Rebellion, how he knows Poe and what happened to his family (don’t you DARE tell me his kid was kidnapped by the First Order). Also, him being more grounded I think really helps in the face of doofus pilot and space Sheldon.

Tam is good. They haven’t really done much with her yet, but I’m sure that will change eventually since she has expressed her own ambitions. Also I definitely feel bad for her since she’s genuinely hardworking and committed to her jobs only for that doofus Kaz to show up and fuck up everything. I kinda get vibes of the whole “loser male protagonist overshadows actually competent female supporting character” thing here, to be honest. Like obviously Kaz has to grow as the protagonist but wow, I feel bad for Tam (though I guess we’re supposed to).

BB-8 is cool I guess, always there to pull off nifty stuff to help. I guess Poe is using Kaz’s astromech for now while BB-8 has Kaz on the mission? Bucket is okay I guess, nothing too special yet, his intro felt very Chopper though.

Haven’t seen much of the aces yet besides Torra, she seems nice and I’m definitely curious to see how her relationship with Kaz develops as they become friends. Also wow Kaz, you definitely underestimated her, just because she’s the youngest and newest doesn’t mean she’s easy, she’s an ace for a reason you ding dong. :P

The other denizens of the colossus are fine, at least the location is well thought out and the world building is there. Nobody I’ve really gravitated towards yet.

Torra’s father seems creepy. I can’t help but wonder if he’s a First Order sympathiser, or will at least be a total pushover in the face of them. I think I heard something about taking control of the Colossus but I’m not sure if it was about him or I misheard, I doubt it would be so vague though.

Dammit, I wanted a sympathetic Neimoidian, but the dude has to be in league with pirates and by extension the First Order. Also why does he have to be so fat, why do the villains have to be fat (yeah you know why but meh)?

Elijah Wood’s character was something for sure. I don’t think we’ve seen the last of him, I won’t be surprised if he ends up being a thorn in Kaz’s side in racing and mechanics or even works with the First Order.

The racing parts were pretty good, actually.

I want more of Vonreg. Of course we have to start small with those pirates being hired to do shit for the First Order, but he seems interesting. Also he’s got a cool voice, but it’s Lex Lang, of course I’m happy to see Dr Neo Cortex as the First Order’s top pilot.

Phasma is here, woo! Hope she is able to satisfy her fans here where she couldn’t in the movies. :P Also Commander Pyre is the gold stormtrooper, I wonder where he sits among the First Order if Phasma is always around for the important stuff?

Poe was cool, and Leia’s appearance was nice.

Why do the First Order want control of the Colossus? It seems pretty insignificant, but I guess we’re going to find out why it’s so strategically important with time. Definitely curious to the strategy at play.

OH YEAH also the racial diversity among the humans is pretty good too from what I can tell.

Overall, I’d say it was an okay start. It hasn’t got me fully into it like The Clone Wars movie or Rebel’s Spark of Rebellion did when they first came out, but IDK if it’s because I’m older or Resistance is aiming slightly younger. It has a lot of promise and I’m curious to see where it goes especially in regards to Yeager and the First Order’s plotting, but my gosh do Kaz and Neeku need development. I’m sure it will come since these Star Wars animated shows do show that patience pays off, but yeah. For now, not too into Kaz’s goofy antics. :P

#star wars resistance #swr spoilers

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shadowsong26fic · 6 years ago

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NaNo Update Number One!

...well, if we count my sulking the other day, technically this is #2, but this is my Official Check-In or whatever.

I’m roughly at par, actually, which is nice! This weekend ended up super, super busy so I didn’t get much done, but I went over on the other three days, enough to make up.

(Bouncing between multiple projects is actually doing what it’s supposed to, and helping me stay on task/keep the words flowing! Which, since I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing more after a fairly dry year, is good.)

Behind the cut, I have some of what I’ve specifically been working on over the past five days, and a brief snippet/drabble to share! But I’m also interested to know how things have been going for y’all?

I did write some Precipice, though not really anything in the next chapter (and part of the bit I wrote for the chapter after that, there’s a good chance I’ll cut, but hey that’s what editing just prior to posting is for). So that’s my goal for tomorrow, to focus on that. The upcoming chapter and/or Precipice content in general, I mean.

I also worked some on the Untitled ObiAniDala Epic (based on this prompt from @obianidalasuggestion) That’s where the backstory-that-I-might-cut I was complaining about the other day came from. I did write some bits in the actual main-content storyline, but then I realized I need to decide on a couple of key backstory points before I could really move forward (mostly involving Padme; I keep going back and forth on whether I want her to be a Defector or to have been in on the resistance/rebellion from the beginning...I also need to decide whether or not Obi-Wan has a lightsaber, and if so how he got it, since I don’t think he’d built his yet when the Temple fell...). Depending on how things go, I might end up using it for my SWBB project for the coming year, so I probably won’t post any snippets publically. Even the backstory bits that will likely be cut, just to be safe.

What else...oh, today I mostly worked on our faces like a mirror, (check out the Aesthetic(tm) all-lower-case working title lol) which is about Bo-Katan, specifically covering the period between her father’s assassination (which led to the civil war which led to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon turning up) and when she leaves Sundari for Death Watch. This one is turning out...interesting. It’s so far been in first-person, which isn’t something I do very often??? And when I do, it’s usually for short impact-pieces. This would be a longform fic, obviously, but it just seems to...fit? IDK. (This is the other strong contender for BB. There’s also the possibility of Bail Unfucks the Timeline, but I haven’t done any fulltext on that one at all yet...maybe I will this month, who knows.)

I’ve also done some writing for the Valdemar AU, because why not. I’m working my way through all the Heralds in said AU getting Chosen--so far, I’ve gotten Kanan and Bail taken care of. Still to come are Hera, Ezra, Leia, Padme, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Han, etc. (Some of these are harder than others--Ezra's experience keeps trying to morph into one almost exactly like Skif’s, and I’d like to avoid that...Obi-Wan, I still need to identify his Companion...Hera, I have to figure out how to write Chopper properly...but they will come, in time!)

ANYWAY, for my first progress snippet, I’ve decided to share Bail getting Chosen in the Valdemar AU! Because the universe needs more Bail Organa.

(He’s about seventeen/eighteen here, and this being NaNo, the text is very rough/unedited)

It started out as an ordinary enough day.

Bail was out in the Palace gardens between lessons, wondering if Breha might be free for a moment, too--Healer trainees had odd schedules, so it was often hard to tell.

Not that he exactly knew what he would say to her if she was. He kept getting tongue-tied and awkward when he tried to talk to her, unless there was something specific or they were in a group. (Something Padme and Obi-Wan teased him mercilessly about, but he supposed that was their prerogative, as his closest friends.)

But, still, it was nice to think about. And if she was free, he could maybe ask if she had an evening free later, if she’d like to--or even if she’d just like to meet him and his friends for dinner, which was probably a cop out of some sort, but…

Maybe it was better if Breha wasn’t free, at least until he’d worked out more carefully what he was going to say. If he wanted to ask her to...well, something.

(This sort of thing did get easier with practice, or that was what Mother had told him, laughing. Which had been, of course, mortifying. He hadn’t known she even knew. Though in hindsight he probably shouldn’t have been surprised…)

His thoughts were interrupted, sort of, by the sound of chiming hoofbeats, moving at speed behind him. He moved to one side of the path--wherever the Companion was headed in a hurry, he certainly wasn’t about to get in their way--and then…

And then the magnificent, pure-white stallion came to a graceful, if abrupt, halt in front of him.

...wait, what…?

:It wasn’t supposed to be this soon,: a sonorous male voice echoed in his head.

“Rolan?” he said, more confused than anything, and wait, why do I know his name…? Wait, isn’t Rolan--

:I’m so sorry, Bail. But I Choose you.:

#shadowsong26fic #shadowsong writes star wars #shadowsong writes crossovers #Valdemar AU #miscellania #feedback greatly appreciated #nano2018

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#113, Surah 20

THE QURAN READ-ALONG: DAY 113

Let’s see... where were we, again? The pharaoh is dead, the Jews are out of Egypt, and Allah is telling them how awesome he is. Right. 20:81 is where we’re starting. Allah tells the Jews not to transgress the limits he has set up for them, lest they face “My wrath”, which seems bad. But 20:82 is relatively good in comparison, saying that he is “relenting” towards those who believe and do good and pray for forgiveness etc.

Anyway, then Allah asks Moses (while he is up on the mountain getting the Ten Commandments and such) why he’s gone away from his people. Moses says that they’re still nearby, at the bottom of the mountain, he just wanted some alone time with Allah. But Allah informs him that something has happened while he’s been away.

He said: Lo! We have tried thy folk in thine absence, and As-Samiri hath misled them.

...wait, who the hell is As-Samiri? We’ve seen the golden calf story before a bunch of times, but this guy hasn’t been mentioned until this ayah. Did we pick up some Samaritan guy offscreen? A little help here, Ibn Kathir...?

Muhammad bin Ishaq reported from Ibn `Abbas that he said, "As-Samiri was a man from the people of Bajarma, a people who worshipped cows. He still had the love of cow worshipping in his soul. However, he acted as though he had accepted Islam with the Children of Israel. His name was Musa bin Zafar.''

Yeah that was the opposite of helpful, thanks. I have no clue who the supposed cow-worshipers of “Bajarma” are supposed to be. A footnote in al-Tabari’s history says it was in what is now northern Syria or Iraq. But then how the hell did he end up traveling with Hebrew slaves out of Egypt and into Israel?! Lo! Let us look at another opinion, please. The Jalals and several others translate his name as “the Samaritan”, as in someone from Samaria in the modern-day West Bank, which seems far more plausible... until you realize that Samaria does not yet exist in this part of the Biblical timeline, as the Hebrews have not gotten to the Promised Land yet. Uh...

Well... let’s assume that Mohammed didn’t quite understand the admittedly complicated timeline and assume he meant “the Samaritan”. Who is this guy and what has he done? Moses stomps back into camp and demands answers. His people tell him that the Samaritan told them to melt down all their golden jewelry, and then...

Then he produced for them a calf, of saffron hue, which gave forth a lowing sound.

Then he... uh... made it into the shape of a cow, which mooed. Damn impressive, really, especially given that they’re in the middle of nowhere. Quite hard to hand-shape molten gold! But why would “the Samaritan” do such a thing? Well, I do believe there is an answer for this. In the Book of Hosea, chapter 8, we read the following:

They have set up kings, but not by Me; They have appointed princes, but I did not know it. With their silver and gold they have made idols for themselves, That they might be cut off. He has rejected your calf, O Samaria, saying, "My anger burns against them!" How long will they be incapable of innocence? For from Israel is even this! A craftsman made it, so it is not God; Surely the calf of Samaria will be broken to pieces.

Remember in the history lesson I talked about Jeroboam and how he made golden calf idols? And remember also how Samaria was the capital of Jeroboam’s kingdom? Yeah, that’s what this is about. Now, uh... according to the Biblical timeline this happened like 500+ years after the Moses story, but this clearly seems to be where Mohammed got the idea about “a Samaritan” making a golden calf idol from, even though this person is not present in the Exodus version, nor are Samaritans a thing yet.

An unanswerable question is whether Mohammed intentionally spliced these unrelated stories together or if he just got confused and thought they were about the same incident. The latter is certainly possible, as he’s done such things before, but there’s evidence for the former as well. In the Exodus version, all of this is instead done by Aaron, Moses’ brother. Aaron is later forgiven for it, but the change seems intentional. Mohammed wasn’t a fan of character flaws in holy men and tended to write many of the prophets’ “moments of weakness” out of the Quran’s narrative.

...but it’s equally likely he was just confused. The whole history of Israel/Judah, like the stuff from Kings and Chronicles, is totally skipped over in the Quran so I don’t think he knew much about it, and it’s totally possible he heard “Samaria built a golden calf” and assumed it was about this story. Idk!!

Anyway, the golden calf was, of course, not a real god. Unlike his complicit counterpart in the Exodus version, the Quran’s Aaron tells the Hebrews to stop it, but they ignore him because Moses isn’t there. When Moses hears about this, he gets angry at Aaron for not stopping them, but again Aaron pleads for forgiveness. Neutral if non-Biblical. Relenting, Moses then turns his anger on the Samaritan gentleman in question, asking what the hell he thought he was doing. He cryptically replies in 20:96:

I perceived what they perceive not, so I seized a handful from the footsteps of the messenger, and then threw it in. Thus my soul commended to me.

Tafsir authors think that this refers to the Samaritan seeing Gabriel riding his horse, then scooping up the dust on which the horse had trodden, and throwing it into the mix. Thus the magic mooing, I guess? I dunno. The Quran doesn’t really specify what he “perceived” or what he “seized a handful of” or who the “messenger” is, so that guess is as good as any.

I did notice that the Babylonian Talmud records a story in which Satan appears in the Jews’ camp, sending a storm to confuse them while Moses is on the mountain, trying to convince them that Moses was dead by showing them an “image of Moses’ corpse in a cloud”. I have no idea if that’s even remotely connected to this story or not, but at least there’s an idea of some otherworldly being being present at the time.

Regardless, Moses essentially gives the Samaritan the punishment of being an untouchable, and tells him that he’s gonna wreck his dumb cow statue.

(Moses) said: Then go! and lo! in this life it is for thee to say: Touch me not! and lo! there is for thee a tryst thou canst not break. Now look upon thy god of which thou hast remained a votary. Verily we will burn it and will scatter its dust over the sea.

Here’s the thing about the Samaritans. According to them (some still exist, not many though; forced conversions to both Christianity and Islam greatly reduced their numbers), they are simply descendants of the fallen Kingdom of Israel. They follow the Pentateuch, just like “regular Jews”, but do not follow the other books of the Bible. There are a few differences between their version and the “regular” version, but most of it is the same. (As I said in the history lesson, it seems that while the bulk of the Pentateuch was completed in the first post-exile century, editing of the text continued for centuries. The editing produced thousands of grammatical differences between the two, though the stories themselves are virtually identical with one exception.) So it seems that after the exiles returned from Babylon, their northern neighbors took on their holy book without much religious strife.

But problems began to develop between the two. The issue that seems to have precipitated this feud was the rebuilding of the temple in Jerusalem. The Book of Ezra casts them in a very negative light, saying that they clashed with the returned exiles and tried to stop the new temple from being built. This was because the Samaritans already had their own holy site, called Mount Gerizim, which was in Samaria--in the modern-day city of Nablus. And they weren’t interested in Jerusalem taking its place. This is, in fact, the main difference between Samaritans and Jews: the emphasis on Gerizim or Jerusalem, respectively. According to Ezra, the Samaritans delayed the completion of the temple for nearly 40 years, and the relationship between the two communities was permanently damaged.

As such, other parts of the Bible (written by the returned Judean exiles) give the Samaritans a rather unfavorable origin story. It says that they are not Israelites by blood--that they are polytheists who were brought in to Israel by the Assyrians to replace its native population. (For what it’s worth, judging by genetics, the Samaritans are descended both from native Israelites and resettled people brought in by Assyria, so both are kind of correct.) While Jews still begrudgingly acknowledged that the Samaritans followed essentially the same religious rules as they themselves did, they were labelled not fully Jewish. Intermarriage with Samaritans was banned and from then on the communities became quite separate, with Samaritans regarding the Jews as mistaken and the Jews looking down upon the Samaritans as lesser. Thus the story of the good Samaritan in the Gospels and the general idea that they should not be engaged, etc.

So I guess Mohammed turned this into their original sin or something even though Samaria didn’t exist then?? Anyway Allah is god etc and that’s the end of this very dumb story. We’ll stop there.

NEXT TIME: Doom, doom, Iblis, doom

The Quran Read-Along: Day 113

Ayat: 19

Good: 1 (20:82)

Neutral: 17 (20:83-99)

Bad: 1 (20:81)

Kuffar hell counter: 0

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miresims · 5 years ago

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I’m still playing on the same save file so I thought I would update their story a little bit more.

I actually never went back to play with Ezra, Elio and Esther (wow I only just noticed they all have the same initials: EB). Instead, I started playing with Skye and her family. But first let me talk about Indigo, Benjamin and Jack.

I completed Indigo’s painter aspiration which is one of the easiest in the game. I never got Benjamin to the last level of the floral arranging skill but it gets kinda boring after a while so don’t blame me lol. They did have a money tree, which kind of solved all their money problems. Their house was a little small imo which is why when Jack grew up I gave him the mansion aspiration. I figured he’d want to live in a bigger house. I noticed Benjamin’s sister was a widow with no kids and a fortune so I moved her in with them while I was playing with Skye’s household lol But yeah, thanks to Aunt Isla, Jack had a lot of money for that mansion. Plus the money tree? Yeah, his life was solved. Anyways, Isla and then Benjamin died so it was just Indigo, Jack and Cleveland (their dog) when I went back to play with them. Jack then met this mean girl and made her his girlfriend and then asked her to move it. She was actually an alien but I don’t like playing with them so I made her human (fuck aliens tbh) and changed her mean treat bc mean sims are annoying to have in a household jksjdksd. Anyways, they haven’t gotten married yet but they have a kid named Juniper. Also I moved them to Oasis Spring to a house I got from the gallery because I was tired of the weather in Brindleton Bay and all my current households live there for some reason. So yeah, that means that Jack’s aspiration is pretty close to being achieved because the house they live in now is a lot bigger than the one in Brindleton Bay (thanks again Aunt Isla) but yeah. That’s where they are right now. They have 2 dogs and 1 cat, btw. And Indigo died too. Their house is a little too big for my tastes and it’s kind of hard to play with them (my laptop sucks) so idk if i’ll play more with them... not sure yet.) Maybe I’ll get them married and stuff I always like doing weddings lol. Also, Juniper is just a toddler still but I think she might have gotter her father’s eyes which makes me super happy fjkfj I love that they’re still getting a founder sim’s feature. I love it.

Now, Skye, Sebastian and Sasha (these initials were on purpose, even their pets all start with S). I made Skye a scientist and Sebastian a botanist (cheated some promotions for them hehehe). Sasha became a teenager not long after I started playing with them. Now the story is that Sasha was kind of obsessed with dating. She wanted to have a boyfriend, no matter who. She liked this older kid Logan Scott but he aged up before she got the chance to romance him lol so she went after her friend Brennan. She liked Brennan, but she wasn’t in love with him. For new years she had told herself she had to get a boyfriend so she just dated him. And then... on her birthday to a young adult she cooled off their relationship lol. She was still in love with Logan so she went after him. Problem? Logan was already married to an older woman (Irene Jordan, one of Benjamin’s nieces and a widow). But yeah, Sasha dgaf and just made them get a divorce lol. Fortunately, Logan didn’t have any kids with Irene so that was okay but his step-sons were a little sad. Logan does have a kid with his half brother’s half sister........ which is something I didn’t know until I checked the family tree. MCCC things. I can’t remember her name but her last name is Pryce (which maybe makes her a distant relative of Sasha since her grandmother? was also a Pryce before she got married) But yeah, Sasha and ? Pryce are friends now. They invite Hugo (Logan’s kid) often to hang out with them. But yeah, as I was saying. Logan and Irene got a divorce and the moment the sad moodlet went away I made him propose to Sasha lol. They had a small wedding at home. Sasha’s dress is weird this time because the loading time is sooo long now (six generation problems what can i say) so i just married them in whatever the game gave them lol i like dressing the brides especially for their wedding days but yeah.. not if i have to wait 390293 years for it to load lol. Anyways, she was pregnant already but it was an accidental pregnancy (i have it 5% risk) but it doesn’t really matter she was gonna get pregnant the moment they were married anyways. Now, their careers. Sebastian was actually a really good baker, his special carrot cake recipe was famous around the neighboor and Sasha started baking thanks to her dad. She has a little bakery in Magnolia Promenade that isn’t making much money so far. Logan is a stay at home dad but he also helps at the bakery. Sasha bakes and Logan sells. Their kid is named Mackenzie.

I haven’t gone back to play with Eliott’s family again but he’s still happily married with Lauren, and he had two kids with her. Nate, who you can see, has the same tiny nose as his cousin Jack and Everly, who is still a toddler. Mary-Kate, Lauren’s kid, still lives with them. I think Nate might be the first blonde kid this family has had so far since Khloe but Khloe was already blonde when i added her to the game so. Mackenzie’s blonde too.

Jack’s biological half-sister but actually his cousin, Esther Bradford got married pretty much the moment she aged up to a young adult. (thanks mccc) Her husband is named Ethan Grey and as you can see she’s pregnant and everything. So good for her.

I don’t think I’ll play with Eliott again but I think I could play with Esther at some point. So far I think I’ll keep trying to make Sasha’s bakery a success.

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elizabethschoices · 8 years ago

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The Freshman, Book 4, Chapter Three: My Thoughts

Are we even legal to drink alcohol?

Alright, so the chapter starts off with Zack being a horrible driver on a bad road. #IBelieveIt We’re headed to the Ashtons’ summer home in Roxbury, and apparently it’s hella off the grid because there’s no maintenance on the roads. Lovely. Zack’s tires are gonna be fuuuuuuuuucked.

Same, Zig. Same.

Zack is poking fun at how snobby Mr. and Mrs. Ashton are, and good guy Chris defends them. We’ve met them before, so we of all people should know, right? Well, I didn’t love them, but they were tolerable. I did have a thing for James and they actually kind of brought us together, which I love. Even though I broke up with James, I still respect him greatly and would be open to getting back together under the condition he quits wearing that hipster outfit and that he’s not a douche anymore. It was hard breaking up with him because I was so whipped for him in all three books, but then he kind of turned into a fuckboy and that is #NotMyStyle.

I’ll say James’ parents are an acquired taste, because that’s exactly what they are. Some will like them, some won’t. MC advises them that while it’s okay for us to stay at their place, we should be on our best behavior. And honestly, that’s what any decent guest should do. Don’t act like an ape at someone else’s expense.

Good news! James’ parents are letting up on the writing thing, which is great! I was hoping they would come around. James is such a natural at writing and he genuinely loves the craft. That should be enough for parents, even if I do understand wanting the legacy to continue on and wanting a good, stable life for their child. At some point, you have to learn to let baby bird fly away.

Hopefully his parents aren’t still upset about the fiancée thing, ‘cause that would suck. Build a bridge, bruh. They’d probably be less upset though if we were still with James. But alas, that ship has sailed and I’m not getting back on it unless I see changes.

That’s right, Zig doesn’t know about basically anything our group has gone through in the first two books! Story time?

Almost story time. Damn you, Zack, for finding the house and shit. And apparently James has left the house unlocked for us, which I think is dumb. Just because you’re in the middle of nowhere doesn’t mean people won’t come steal your stuff. Also, be a good host and greet your damn guests at the door!

Alright, we get the staircase from the Cordonia’s castle! You’d think they could be a little more original with it. We first meet up with James’ mother, Olivia. She remembers us! Kind of hard to forget the woman that pretended to be engaged to your son though. Especially on the same night that your son admits he’s been lying to you for months now and is actually planning on doing nothing with the family firm you’ve been guiding him to all his life...

The boys leave the room and we’re left alone with Mrs. Ashton. She’s being very hospitable, and I wouldn’t have really expected anything else. What’s the point of being rude to someone you allowed into your home? We’ll tell Mrs. Ashton that it’s a pleasure to see her again, because it is. I’d rather just start from scratch with James’ parents, honestly.

Approval points for politeness!

She smiles at us!!! She seems to be on the same page as me. Mrs. Ashton then apologizes to us for being pulled into the middle of family problems that we had absolutely nothing to do with and she says she doesn’t hold our deceit against us. At least she knows how loyal we are to her boy!

‘Dear friend’

Is that all he said about us? And by us, I mean the people who dated James and then broke up with him when he was being a fuckboy?

All of the boys come back from moving the luggage, and Mrs. Ashton asks us about our trip. Honestly, during school, I never had anything to do over the summer, so I’d be looking forward to this trip. Approval points for not wanting to be lazy!

‘I’m not really one to sit around the house all summer’

This MC is not me. The past six summers I was forced to stay home and babysit. :/

James’ father George arrives! I hope he’s also chill with us. He says it’s nice to see us, so it’s a start! He introduces himself to the boys. Mr. Ashton pinpoints Chris as the football star of our group, and says he used to play rugby before school got in the way. Chris can sympathize, as being student body president isn’t easy to juggle life with. We can all recognize that, after all the shit from Book 3 that went down.

James’ father is impressed with that! Aaaaand they’re kind of down in the dumps about James not having that to add on his résumé. Olivia seems really upset that the movie deal fell through. I wonder how much James told his parents about what happened in LA.

Hmm, what to say... I don’t really feel like I have the right to tell them that it’s James’ life and not there’s. That’s something only James can say. Also, where is James, exactly? Anyway, we’ll tell her he left because he was miserable.

Ooooh, approval points!

She understands. She loves her son and wants the best for him, but doesn’t want him to hit an emotional health low. Good mama. His papa was worried about him too. They really do love their son, people who said that they didn’t. So take that!

OH FUCKING HELL HE’S STILL WEARING THAT STUPID HIPSTER OUTFIT THAT IS NOT THE JAMES I FELL FOR EWWWWWWW

James enters the room suddenly and I hope he plans on changing his clothes before we leave because otherwise I’m not letting him in the fucking van. DON’T HUG ME WITH THOSE GLASSES ON DAMMIT I’LL LET THE FLANNEL SLIDE BECAUSE I LOVE PLAID BUT THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

Honestly, I wouldn’t be so salty if the red in the shirt was a blue color. Like a darker blue, almost purple shade. And the glasses were gone because they look dumb. And honestly, I’m fine with the shirt he’s got on underneath the plaid one.

The Ashtons are heading for a vacation in Greece, so the place will be all ours. Oh lordy. There’s a winery; we’re gonna get smashed. Can we get some kind of drama to this story now? It’s kind of boring with all this setup. There better be decent payoff, because nobody likes foreplay without an orgasm. Well, some people do, but not in the literary sense, anyway.

Zack is teasing James on the plaid.

James says it’s summer, so he’s gotta stay cool. And then he mentions his lightweight sweaters are at the dry cleaners. <3 But, let’s be honest, PB didn’t feel like animating new designs. The only one so far who has gotten lucky is Zack. Bastard.

James tells us he’ll be at Hartfeld next year, as he didn’t get all of his credits the previous year. And I’m sitting here like ‘i thought he was a junior this whole time shit’

Super senior James! That feels odd to say.

He says it’ll be good for him and give him more time to figure things out. He may even stay longer! Might as well start on a master’s degree. He says he’d like to enjoy the real world though.

Tour time! Horses first! After our latest encounter in The Royal Romance, all I can say that will make this chapter worth playing is if Drake saves us from being run over. Otherwise, I’m pretty bored.

Same background as in The Royal Romance too. Does that bug anyone else like it bugs me? It’s just the continuity of it all and I’m kind of OCD in that sense and it messes with me, not because I think that PB should design a new background for everything.

Zack tells a total dad joke and James might as well just prep himself for the road trip because that’s all it’s gonna consist of.

AWWW ZIG IS PETTING A HORSE AND HE’S SO GIDDY ABOUT IT

He likes animals! Ugh, he’s such a dork and I love him.

Lmao a horse is using us to rest its head on. Same. We’ll ask for the horse’s name.

Shut up, Chris, that was meant for James to intercept and tell us.

Apples McHooves? What the hell, Zack? He must be inhaling leftover pot from the van.

The horse’s name is Ezra! Isn’t that the teacher dude from PLL? Idk, all I know about PLL is what’s on Episode. Also, didn’t they say they would update that in January? I haven’t seen an update on it yet!

YES I WANT TO EARN THE HORSE’S LOVE FOREVER AND IF YOU WANT TO EARN MINE TAKE OFF THE GLASSES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Yaaaay, we get to feed him! Maybe Zack should get a pet! He’d probably like a cat. They’re lovely. Assholes, but also lovely.

We inform James on the breakup and for the billionth time we’re hearing about it. Good god end this torture.

Fuck me I hope this is a premium choice ‘cause I’m gonna skip it so hard!

FUCK YEAH PREMIUM CHOICE WOOOO THIS DAMN CHAPTER WILL END SOON!

Sorry, Ezra. And sorry, Zig. But I have no interest in horseback riding as it is. At least James will back us up, even if he does have his sad face on. Fuck you and your attempted guilt trip, game.

Nap time!

Zack wakes us up when they’re done.

Wine cellar time!

Who needs this much wine?

Is this all this chapter is going to be? The boys amazed at the richness and me being bored out of my mind?

James takes us to where the magic happens, in his own words. I wonder if they make the wine themselves of if they have it made for them?

Little bit of both.

Ahh, here’s where the MC gets to make a fool of herself. We fall into the vat of grapes. Lovely feeling, I’m sure. At least James is cool about it.

OH FUCK FOOD FIGHT MAYBE JAMES WILL CHANGE HIS FUCKING CLOTHES AFTER

Chris, did you really need to remind all of us that you’re a quarterback?

Also, this is not our best behavior.

I just noticed Chris is wearing that hot white shirt of his again. Sweet!

Alone time with James now. I wonder if they were creative enough to do the ‘we were in a relationship and now we’re not’ kind of connection between books.

James grinning ‘wolfishly’ is so fucking hot omg

20 diamonds for a food fight part 2? DA FUCK?!

Nah, I’m fine.

After cleaning up and having dinner, we head to bed. Someone’s at the door though. James?

Yup.

We chat with him a bit about the bed and how he’s got plans for us in the Big Apple. And then we finally hit the end.

Until next week! Hopefully I’m more entertained by it.

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