#whatever shall I do

[firewoodwander]

🏔️ + any RepComm cloneship? (snowed in is the obvious trope but do whatever you want :P)

Wintertime prompts

There’s a certain style of Mandalorian outpost Boss has always admired. Usually purposed as a sort of gatehouse or a watchman’s post, there just so happens to be one sat squat and not quite squalid on the verges of the Kyrimorut estate. Theirs seems to have been used mostly for storage in recent decades, but Boss has had a plan for it for a while now and Skirata doesn’t seem to care what happens to it—all he has to do now is the hard work.

Which is how Boss found himself out here when it began to snow of a midwinter morning. All of Skirata’s crap had been toted out to the trailer of a speeder and sent on its way with A’den, who had promised to dump it on Kal’s hearth rug for him. Boss had stayed behind to… well, he hadn’t been sure what, at first, but he’d taken cleaning as first port of call: the dust alone had been two inches thick.

These buildings are usually sturdy and mostly round owing to their construction of sandbags and clay. Sandbags, for insulation, and dirt and clay for structure. Built during the summers to dry in the baking heat. This one even has a little fireplace and a chimney and a faded, dirt-scarred mosaic tiled floor.

Cleaning had taken all afternoon. He’s only managed to finish one room. The place is bigger than he’d expected and the temperature dropped below freezing long ago, so now in the dwindling light he’s resorted to a ration bar out of his day pack in the low buzzing glow of his chemlamp.

Snow has piled up on the window ledge beyond the hefty pane of thermal transparisteel. It sits at least a foot taller than it did when he paused earlier for midmeal, which he considers with a resigned sort of resentment towards his past lack of preparation: he’s going to have to stay here, and it’s certainly not going to be comfortable.

Or at least that was his line of thinking before the sound of speeder engine turbines catches up to him over the howling gale of wind.

Boss tosses the wrapper of the protein bar into his pack and sets his water canteen safely out of the way. He brushes off crumbs and pretends he isn’t at least a little spooked, peering out through the disguised peephole in the front door.

The engine cuts. Someone dismounts the bike, crunching heavily over snow. Rustling, clattering, dragging, all manner of other noises, and then a familiar grunt when a heavy bag is dumped where the doorstep usually would be.

“Come on, Boss,” calls a voice in the dark. “Are you going to let us in or make us freeze out here?”

Boss whips open the door just long enough for A’den to bustle through with his armful of squirming, yipping blankets, diving out into the blast of frigid cold to retrieve a large canvas bag himself. He slams the door with haste and shakes the chill away; A’den sighs and creaks and slowly unfurls himself in the relative warmth of the entryway.

“Why in the seven hells did you come back out here?” Boss asks.

Laughing, A’den sets the pile of blankets down and looses the two rambunctious strill pups trapped within. He unwinds his scarf from his mouth and begins to pull off his gloves. Boss bends down to greet the many-legged, tuber-sized catapults before they can pounce on his knees and bowl him over.

“Well you see, there was this stupid git who insisted on doing home renovations in the beginning of a snowstorm. I wasn’t going to leave him out here with no gear for a whole night, and the babies were very upset he wasn’t coming home.”

Boss scratches behind Nuisance’s great floppy ears while Noise throws herself onto her back, all eight paws akimbo. He smiles despite himself, despite rolling his eyes and thinking up a hundred reasons why this was a stupid idea.

“So instead of taking me back,” he says, “you brought them here.”

“Oh honey, don’t I always say I’ll take you back?” A’den hangs his coat on a crooked stand that has seen better days and reaches over to drag the large bag towards himself. “Come on, let’s get that fire going.”

“Did you bring any bedrolls?” Boss asks.

The sound of the bag being dragged across tile is grating, but the house is small and soon A’den is stacking fresh firewood expertly in the hearth.

“Of course I did,” he says, setting up kindling and a lighter, “but only the one. Jaing let me take the leftover stew.”

The two pups yap and scramble around their feet. A’den gently nudges Noise’s snout away from the tiny flame he’s nurturing; Nuisance sticks her nose into a forgotten corner and promptly falls into a fit of sneezes. Boss finds the bedroll in the canvas bag and sets it up somewhere they will neither freeze nor suffocate from the smoke. He sets aside the pot of stew and the spare clothes A’den packed, but takes a moment to run the weave of a knitted jumper—the one he knitted for A’den, in fact—between his fingers.

A’den kneels by the fire, gently herding the strill pups as they insist on trying to burn their little noses. He talks quietly to them in the kind of tone one might use on a little cadet.

Outside, the snow mounts on the window ledge.

The rest of the galaxy seems very, very far away.

[anexistingexistence]

My bestie is dragging me back into the hermitcraft fandom oh no

[lil-melody-moon]

ffs youre just a sicko who cant find a man irl bcs youre just one ugly crazy bitch and you have to find yourself dead man to "fall in love with". theres isnt any fucking ghost guy in your house, youre just making things up. keith moon wouldnt even fall for a fat cow like you. lets be honest. grow a brain. youre going to be alone your whole life. that is unless you dont get fucked by your dad, since youre screaming it loudly with that disorder or whatever the fuck you call. at this point youre making up excuses for your mental illnesses. but even your old man would be disgusted by you anyway. close yourself in your room and keep dreaming bcs no man will ever love you, so youll do what youve always been doing and make up things in your mind like the sicko that you are. cant even blame you cuz with a face like that, you cant do shit else.

Wow, you really had to feel bored to write such a paragraph in my ask box

[zh4rkbyt3]

Really hard challenge real not clickbait:

Don’t reblog radiostatic for a whole day

[stinky-ahh-gay]

Oh no! My pinterest board is full of tumblr quotes about vampires!

I really hope no secret sexy vampire from the FBI that is spying on my phone will know that! That would be very catastrophic... if an attractive vampire just decided to track me down and bite me, oh no!

[novampiresremain]

3 months on T today. ( I take it in like 2 hours but STILL ) Hazzuh

[gendzl]

I looked up the sea salt:water ratio for cleaning new piercings and the wikihow page for DIY saline was so intense about it. apparently you're supposed to both a) sterilize your container and b) replace the contents every 3 days? I've never done that ever in my life for any of my piercings. and now I'm scared.

[onbearfeet]

Pspsps WBN fandom! @bluemoonperegrine and I made more of the thing! Come get it!

[callmecastiel]

Anyways, this was me on quotev (You guys may have known I was the founder of Queertev, aka the first one to use the term). Unfortunately, the era ends. Thank you, Tumblr, for giving me refuge.

[turtledork02]

well time to go to work and daydream about the TF AU I came up with in my brain in the car driving to my shift

[hopemariposa]

Youngest Syndrome as Portrayed by:

BINGO HEELER

shout out to the girlies (or others) that also lived underneath the shadow of a beloved older sibling and also felt inadequate before finding their “big girl bark”

a salute to Bingo Heeler for representing us all

[bijouxcarys]

Nobody cares what you think about Jey keep it to yourself and let people enjoy the damn show

I am enjoying it… speculation is part of the entertainment, is it not?

Bloody hell…

[popcorn-plots]

I GOT A NEW SKETCHBOOK (finally)

[starrygalazy]

......

....... okay..... fine.... maybe I kinds sorta understand the hype about Sebastian now... ONLY because of his voice though. And a very particular fandub that I will not be revealing.

[not-ready-for-gaster]

😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

THE STREAM IS DOWN

I STAYED UP TILL FIVE FOR THIS IM NOT GONNA LEAVE

[hormoneeroticism]

Nobody tells you how incredibly hard it is to be a power bottom when you're getting your brains fucked out so hard that the only coherent thing you manage to get out in your fugue state is "please-" :(