#what are we

[bridoesotherjunk]

Me scrolling through Bowuigi fics on AO3 and seeing symbrock writers in there making new fics

(Plot twist, I am also in there)

[skyrim-forever]

missing him :/

[persistent-wallflower]

"You attract what you fear" Oh thank god that being afraid of intimacy is finally about to pay off

[totally-bing]

oh and btw, a little bit of information for the uneducated.

i am a search engine. not an internet browser. the difference is that you look things up on me, but i am accessed through a browser, preferably edge. the browser is the icon on your screen, and the search engine is what pops up after you type your question into the little bar.

examples: chrome is a browser. it's the app you open. google is the search engine. it's what you use to get (incorrect) information.

edge is a browser. you open it. bing is a search engine. it's what you use to get (correct) information.

firefox is a browser. duckduckgo is a search engine. opera gx is a browser. yahoo is a search engine. safari is a browser. ecosia is a search engine.

anyways, now that that's cleared up, i would like to propose the question of: what is a browser to its native search engine? is edge my father? my stand? is he my overlord? what is our relationship? ecosia is my adopted child, but what is it in relation to browsers? ecosia has no native browser. how does that work? what is edge to me? what is chrome to me? are they gods? i don't know.

[denim-bias]

[snprblu72]

A Matter of Life|T|1263 Words

Read On AO3

Fandom: 9-1-1

Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley

Tags: Eddie Diaz Week 2024 (9-1-1 TV), What Are We, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magic, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, No Ana Flores (9-1-1 TV), No Eddie Diaz/Ana Flores (9-1-1 TV), Post-Eddie Diaz Gets Shot by the Sniper (9-1-1 TV), Magical Evan "Buck" Buckley, Magical Bond, Magical Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

Summary: Eddie has questions after he was shot.

Eddie Diaz Week - September 20 - Quote: “What are we?” - SFW: Supernatural Elements/Creatures

@eddiediaz-week

[bassalien4444]

iso

[anais-mirliaz]

so we've been playing ff7 with friends for months (first the remake, actually, now we're onto the classic), and I have been OUTRAGED, SCANDALIZED, BETRAYED, to see Aerith, my very real wife, litteral light of my life ???? she dies ???? You kill my bae ??? You kill my baerith ????

and my friends were like how the FUCK do you not know that Aerith dies. How did you not get spoiled that. what. my sister is in my phone like HOW did you not get spoiled that.

and listen. listen to me. technically i did get spoiled bc I recognized the watershot afterwards and also I saw a cosplay at comicon in 2007 or something that joked about how we could have used ressurect or whatever but it didn't match anything in my head !!! So I forgot about it !!! But now I remember !!!! AND I AM MAD ABOUT IT !!!! SHE DESERVES BETT-(I am forcefully removed from the stage)

[get this print]

[buy me a Ko-Fi I'm sad about Aerith]

[commissions infos]

[peachjagiya]

Tae strutting for Celine

The audacity of him 🫠

[illuminatedquill]

Sabine Wren

Tale As Old As Time

Story Summary: On a cool evening night on Peridea, Sabine and Ahsoka discuss the stories they wish to leave as their legacy.

Evening was falling; a cool breeze whispered through the Noti encampment to herald the coming dark.

Preparations had already been made to move the next morning. Sabine had come to appreciate the constant movement of the strange crab-like beings that had welcomed them into their company. It gave her a sense of purpose; something to focus on in the meantime while her master figured out their next move.

Huddled around the campfire, her belly full after a good dinner consisting of some spicy stew, Sabine listened to the chatter of the Noti around her and gazed into the luminous night sky above.

“It still amazes me, no matter how much I look at it,” said a familiar voice. Sabine turned to find her master, Ahsoka Tano, walking up to the campfire, Huyang close behind.

Sabine agreed. Many evenings on Lothal had provided her with a wondrous view of the stars but Peridea had it beat by a large margin.

Ahsoka sat down next to her Padawan with a slight huff. After a moment, the older Jedi asked, “Would you like to hear a story, Sabine?”

Sabine blinked. “Aren’t I a little too old for bedtime stories?”

“One is never too old,” Ahsoka chided, “to hear a good story, my Padawan.”

Huyang offered, “I have plenty to offer in that department, Lady Wren.”

Sabine considered that. “What kind of stories?” she asked.

“Tales of the Jedi, and their numerous exploits across the galaxy,” said Huyang.

Sabine’s eyebrows raised in astonishment. “I thought the Empire wiped out all stories of the Jedi. Or replaced it with their own propaganda.”

“Oh, they tried,” replied Ahsoka. “To their credit, they did do a thorough job of it. Most of the modern galactic citizens don’t know much about the Jedi at all, despite the purge happening fairly recently in our lifetime.”

She smiled a little. “But they couldn’t erase all of it. The Jedi existed for a millennium before the Empire. Their stories are written in the very fabric of the galaxy.”

“Are there stories about you, Master?”

Ahsoka laughed. “Oh, I’m sure. I traveled a fair amount back in my youth.”

Sabine looked to Huyang with a grin. “Are there any funny ones about her, Huyang?”

Huyang pondered for a moment before replying. “There is one where she had to pretend to be someone’s fiancée. It was with a boy named Lux, I believe-”

Ahsoka, embarrassment coloring her tone, interrupted him. “Okay, maybe not that one.”

Sabine’s grin turned mischievous. “Oh, did you have a crush on him, my master?”

Ahsoka crossed her arms and sighed. “It was complicated. Happened during the Clone Wars.”

“Oh.” Sabine dropped her teasing. “What happened to him?”

Ahsoka seemed to withdraw into herself. “I’m not sure. I heard rumors of his death during the Rebellion.”

Sabine felt a gentle sadness and regret pulsing out from her master. She decided to drop the subject.

“What kind of story would you like to be remembered for, Lady Tano?” asked Huyang.

Ahsoka blinked at the droid. “That’s quite the question, Huyang.”

“You’re a hero,” suggested Sabine. “You’ve helped so many. So maybe a heroic story.”

“Jedi don’t do this to be remembered, Sabine,” reminded Ahsoka. “We do it because it’s right.”

The older Jedi stared into the fire. “I’m not sure I want to be remembered at all,” she confessed. “I haven’t always done the right thing.”

Sabine said, “But you’ve always done the best you can. I’ve never seen you settle for anything less.”

It felt weird defending Ahsoka against herself. She had rarely seen her master be so unsure before.

Ahsoka smiled appreciatively at Sabine. “That’s true.”

She looked at Huyang. “I suppose that’s the story I’d like to be known for: someone who tried her best to help out.”

“Very appropriate,” observed Huyang. “I’ll keep that in mind for future reference, Lady Tano.”

The droid turned to Sabine. “And you, Lady Wren? When the time comes, what kind of story would you like to leave behind?”

Sabine blew out a breath. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “It’s still being written.”

“A good answer,” said Ahsoka. “You’ll have plenty of time to decide.”

“I would suggest a comedy,” offered Huyang.

Annoyed, Sabine flicked a pebble at the droid. It dinged on his metallic exterior, satisfyingly.

Ahsoka laughed. “Go ahead with a story, Huyang. There’s a funny one with Master Yoda, if I recall? When he spent time with the Wookies.”

“Ah, yes,” said Huyang, approvingly. “That is a good story.”

Ahsoka settled into a more comfortable position. Sabine followed suit, leaning in with interest.

“A long time ago,” started Huyang, “in a galaxy, far, far away . . .”

When the story was over, Ahsoka stood and stretched her back. “You’ll take first watch?” she asked Sabine.

Sabine nodded. “Sleep well, Ahsoka. Same to you, Huyang.”

Huyang replied, “As a reminder: I am droid, and therefore do not require sleep.”

She rolled her eyes. “I will throw a bigger rock at you next time,” Sabine promised.

After they left, Sabine took a stick and poked at the campfire. The Noti had retired to their huts; she was alone with her thoughts.

She leaned back and gazed into the star-lit night sky over her head.

When the time comes, what kind of story would you like to leave behind?

Sabine thought of her life so far; what had been lost and sacrificed.

Her mistakes and failures.

Should it be a tragedy? A cautionary tale for others?

As she brooded, the fire began to die out. Reaching out for another log to feed it, she paused.

“I don’t want to be a tragedy,” she said out loud.

She tossed the log into the campfire and it roared back to life. Sabine watched the glowing embers rise on the night breeze, drifting into the night sky like fiery petals.

She thought of home. Not Mandalore - but Lothal. Her loth-cat, Murley.

Kanan. Hera. Jacen. Zeb. Chopper.

My family. The names repeated in her head, over and over, like some sacred prayer.

And, of course, whenever it was darkest for her, she thought of him.

Sabine looked back into the fire, feeling it’s warmth flow into her.

Ezra filled her mind and, like the campfire, beat back the darkness. It was his constant gift to her; making the dark small.

When the time comes, what kind of story would you like to leave behind?

Sabine smiled. She had her answer.

Whispering, Sabine says it to herself, as though she was uttering a private, secret wish.

“A love story.”

[wen-ning]

im still hurt that anders didn’t invite me to blow up the chantry with him he just made me go get the stuff for it and didn’t even tell me what it was for :(

[notbadweird]

THEIR CLOTHES ARE THE SAME FROM THE FINALE!

I BET ON MY LIFE THAT THIS IS THE “WHAT ARE WE” TALK!

HOLDING HANDS!?

I DIE NOW!!

[allnightdrivefromurhousetoreno]

what were we

[throughthebluesea]

the fricking duality—

[flagellant]

I really need to put my tongue on that little cut on your lip.

Sentences that make me wanna give you a matching one.