#white and blue striped window treatment

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Kids' room - mid-sized contemporary boy carpeted kids' room idea with blue walls Mid-sized modern boy's carpeted room idea for a child with blue walls.

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Guest in Dallas Inspiration for a large timeless guest carpeted bedroom remodel with pink walls and no fireplace

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Wallpaper in Boston Inspiration for a large, modern master bedroom remodel with blue walls, a beige floor, and wallpaper

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Guest in Dallas

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Whisked Away 2

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Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get a job at a bakery but your new boss only adds to your work

Character: chubby!baker!Thor

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

Delaney wishes you good luck as you go. Your heart is fluttery with nerves. It’s been a while since you actually had an interview. These days, most send you a link where you record yourself answering generalised questions. You never do well at those. In fact, you’d only ever had one job.  

You worked at a cafe in high school and after you went and got your culinary schooling done, you were promoted. It held you through the first few years of your twenties until Delaney got sick and you had to move to the city for her treatment. Your squirreled away savings got you the apartment and her stipend helped, but you’re running dry on credit. 

You need this. Desperately. But you can’t show that if you want it. You have to play it cool. Be a professional. 

You catch a streetcar down to the main row and check your phone. You’re well ahead of time. Good. You’ve never been to this particular place. You don’t go out much if it isn’t to the grocery store or the pharmacy. Delaney stopped wanting to go outside a while back. You try to encourage her but you can tell it only makes her feel worse. 

You follow the map directions on the app and stop before the cafe windows. They’re slightly tinted with curling golden calligraphy painted across them; Golden Crust. The facade is brown and yellow brick and there are flower boxes just below the windows. Behind the glass, loaves of bread lines a shelf, on display to tempt passerbys. 

The door is wide and thick and painted red. You push inside and pause to look around. The long counter is made of dark wood with clear glass cases on top containing dozens of colourful and sugary desserts. Behind the counter, the walls are lined with shelves; some ingredients, some with unfolded boxes, and more bread and packaged biscuits to go. It’s all finely organized. 

Lights hang above with brass shades, lending a low hue to the shop. Several customers wait in queue as two employees work tills at opposite ends of the counter. You don’t know whether you should join the wait or go ahead and let them know that you’re there to see Thor for an interview. That was his name, right? 

You look at your phone again. You have time. You wouldn’t want to be rude. You adjust your bag and stand at the end of the line. The women ahead of you marvel at the pristine mini white chocolate cakes with dark candied cherries on top as another whispers about cheesecake being devilish. Your own eyes wander gluttonously to the assortment. 

You peel away your gaze and look down at yourself. You put together the best you could; a striped blouse, navy blue on white, and a pair of straight-legged pants. They’re a bit outdated but professional at a glance. You hope no one notices the scuff on your right toe. 

You get to the front of the line and step up. The young girl behind the till asks what you’d like. You give an apologetic smile, “um, actually, I’ve got an interview.” 

“Ah, yes, another one for Thor,” she chimes, “well, you just come with me.” 

She’s young. Still a teenager. Her and the other cashier look to be barely graduated if that. 

She walks toward the end of the counter and she beckons you over, “I’m Thrud,” she pulls back the short little door for you to step through, “that’s Nari,” she gestures to the dark-haired worker at the other till. He’s too busy taking orders to notice. 

You introduce yourself as she takes you around to a doorway, “I think he’s just doing these in the kitchen. Last one ended early so...” she talks brightly as she bounds ahead of you like a happy puppy, “dad?” She calls as she enters the large kitchen. “Dad? I’ve got the next appointment.” 

Your anxiety spikes. You’re not the first or the last. The competition deflates your hopes even further. 

“Eh?” A deep grunt comes as head pops up from the other side of the large marble island. The man is so large his head hits one of the pans dangling from the ceiling rack. He rubs his brow and hisses, “sorry, I was just looking for my pen.” 

Thrud laughs as she crosses her arms. You notice the golden pen tucked behind his ear. She raises a hand, keeping her other arm folded, as she taps her temple. His brows arch and he feels around his wave locks and fishes out the pen. 

“Right,” he gives a sheepish look and wiggles it in triumph. 

“Anyhoo,” Thrud trills, “this is her.” 

“Thank you, Thrud,” he drones back. 

“Mhmm,” she turns and smiles at you again before she goes. 

“Uh,” you hesitate, unsure how to begin, “er,” you introduce yourself, once more “I have a resume on hand--” 

“No need,” he waves you off, “come, I try to keep these things straight to the point.” 

You near him and rest your hand on your bag, chewing your lip. 

“Wash your hands,” he directs you towards the sink, “you may put your things there.” He points to the empty counter on the other side of the deep metal sink. You put your bag there and scour your hands deliberately, taking your time as you scrub nails, knuckles, palms, every bit. You dry off on the towel he offers as you face him. 

“Here,” he gives you and apron, “would want you to make a mess. 

You tie on the apron as he turns and grabs a tray. There are half a dozen cookies on the sheet, some empty piping bags, nozzles, a bowl of icing and small tubes of food dye. You look between him and the cookies. 

“You may choose the design. You will decorate and I will ask questions, does that work for you?” 

“Um, sure,” you answer. It’s unexpected. “All six?” 

“All six,” he confirms and crosses his arms, making himself even broader. He is not only tall, but wide, and his apron does little to conceal his indulgence in sweets that gathers around his middle. 

“Okay,” you accept the challenge meekly. 

You step up to the marble island and take a moment. You twiddle your fingers nervously as you think. You don’t know what to do. You don’t want to go to simple. 

“Take your time, I’ll ask some questions and you can begin whenever you’re ready,” he assures, “so, you’re availability, it is flexibly? Our open ours are eight to six, but you are available on weekends?” 

“Yes,” you say as you set an idea in your head and read for the icing. You stir it with the wooden spoon, testing its consistency. “I have open availability most days.” 

“Most days?” He echoes. 

“Um, yes, I may have an appointment now and again.” 

“Oh, appointment?” 

“For my sister,” you explain, “but it wouldn’t get in the way, I'm sure.” 

You cringe. You’re already making yourself feel bad. 

“And so, you’ve had one previous role, what was included in that?” he asks. 

Only one... that can’t be good on paper. 

“I worked at a cafe. I was a barista for the first two years, then I was promoted to baker, and ended as assistant manager at the branch,” you explain as you fill one of the piping pages and fit the appropriate tip, “but I completed by culinary diploma while I was there.” 

“And after? What did you do? I see you’ve been out of work.” 

You’re quite as you lean over the cookies and start on the first one. Your idea is simple in premise but not in execution. Delaney loves to do cross-stitches, so that’s what you’ll do. First, the white grid and the lacing along the edges, then you’ll fill in the squares with all different colours to make the illusion of stitches. 

“I’ve been a caretaker to my sister,” you say quietly, “we only just moved here last year so I haven’t found much.” 

“And you would be able to work fulltime?” He asks. 

“Yes, she’s... she’s doing better now. I can do it,” you assure him as you keep your eyes on your precise lines. 

He’s quiet. You’re sweating. You just concentrate on the work. Maybe your answers aren’t the best but you hope your work is. You finish the crosshatching and look up. You find him watching your hands intently. As you pause, his blue eyes meet yours. He gives a smile. 

“Ha,” he scoffs, “my hands are too big.” He shows his thick fingers, “I can’t quiet get my lines that tight.” 

You nod and bow your head again. You’re not even done the first cookie. You have six to prove yourself. Six cookies to seal your fate. 

[tilebytiles]

star treatment - a.t. (part 2)

summary: there's a strange man named alex that has a strange obsession with you, and he makes the strangest offer of your life. word count: 3.2k warnings: none part 1

You had fallen asleep a while ago. The stars, although breathtakingly beautiful this far out in space, had eventually gotten tiring to look at, and your brain itched for something else. You were still too tense to talk to anyone else on the spacecraft, and Alex was nowhere to be found, although you doubted you'd talk to him anyway. With no methods of entertainment beyond staring out the window, you fell asleep rather quickly, your imagination conjuring up strange dreams about the hotel you were heading to.

The only thing that woke you up was the sound of rustling clothes in front of you. Drowsily, you forced your eyes open and your body to come up onto your feet. You were a little wobbly from trying to do so much so quick, but you regained your balance rather quickly and began to follow the journalists down the narrow aisle between the rows of seats. If there was anything science fiction films had taught you, you should have been floating through that rocket instead of walking. Your feet, however, remained firmly planted on the carpet, a fact that was rather disappointing. Floating would have been cooler.

The interior of the seating area was done in soft, warm colours, offering an inviting atmosphere. The seats were a navy blue with an off-white stripe down the center, and the walls were a shade of pink, something close to salmon, you thought. The floor was done in the same colour, but down the aisle was a red carpet. There weren't many seats, so the rocket could only house a group about the size of this one at any time. You didn't mind; the less people you had to awkwardly avoid, the better.

You realised the giant window at the end of the aisle that you'd thought was for stargazing was actually a port. As soon as you stepped into the giant see-through tube, you heard the door slide shut behind you, sealing you off from the rocket. You couldn't help but marvel at the empty chasm of space that surrounded you, as well as the moon that rested beneath you. From here, you could make out the complex building you were realising was meant to be the hotel. It looked futuristic and retro at the same time, an effect that wasn't hard to achieve; the architecture looked like the kind that was popular in the 70s, providing a sort of nostalgic feel, but it was sitting on the surface of the moon. This definitely wouldn't have been possible in the 70s (you could hardly believe it was possible now).

One of the journalists spoke up, shattering the awestruck silence. "He's a bit mad for doin' all this."

The journalist beside him shrugged. "It's kinda cool, though, don't you think?"

"Well, sure, but imagine having these kinds of funds ... and you waste it on a lunar hotel?"

You hardly knew Alex, but it made you feel a little uneasy to hear someone speaking ill of him. You wanted to speak up, but a third journalist beat you to it. "If anything, he's proving we can even do this kind of shit on the moon. It's better than some of the stunts billionaires have been pulling."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miles," the first journalist grumbled. "Stop kissing his ass."

The journalist named Miles rolled his eyes, then glanced over at you. You hadn't even realised he was walking beside you. He grinned at you and held out a hand for you to shake. "Miles Kane," he said.

You slowly shook his hand. "Y/N L/N."

"You don't exactly seem like the reporter type. What're you doin' up here with this pretentious lot?"

You liked him already.

"Alex invited me," you told him. "I haven't really figured out why yet."

He nodded, seeming to ponder over the information you'd just given him despite it only being two sentences. "I'm sure we'll get along perfectly," he finally said, smiling at you again. "If any of these pricks cause you trouble, just lemme know."

"Thank you." You smiled back at him.

When you made it to the other end of the tube, the door in front of you slid open, allowing your party of prose into the hotel. Your eyes widened once you stepped through the door. The room you were in, which you guessed to be the main lobby, was absolutely gigantic - or at least, it felt that big. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the whole space with sconces mounted on the walls to light up the spots the chandelier couldn't reach. The walls were a warm, perhaps almost burnt, shade of orange, and the floor was made of lush carpet, the pattern almost hypnotising. Squiggles of colour stretched from wall to wall above a black background. The wall to your right, close to the door, held floor-to-ceiling windows, showcasing the moon and the stars in all their glory. To your left was the reception desk, the lift to its left and the stairs to its right. Chairs and tables were scattered amongst the space, providing plenty of spots to sit and rest. Mounted on the wall behind the reception desk was a flat-screen TV. You were impressed it could pick anything up out here.

Your group wandered over to the reception desk, and to your surprise, someone popped out of the door that had an 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' plaque, grinning at you all. "Pleasure to meet you!" he said. "Mr. Turner told me you'd be arriving."

Alex's last name was Turner?

"Hold on," the first journalist from before said, "you mean you've just ... been here?"

The receptionist nodded, still smiling. "We've had more than enough resources to last us, don't worry. And they're replenishable! But we can get into that later."

"There's more than one of you?"

"All the staff were busy prepping for your arrival. We hope you enjoy your stay. Let me be the first to officially welcome you to the Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino. My name's Mark, and I'll be your guide for the tour today."

You admired Mark's genuine enthusiasm. Then again, you didn't think it'd be very hard to be enthusiastic about a job like this.

He came out from behind the desk and motioned for your group to follow as he headed for the open doorway across from the door you'd just come through. It opened out into a long hall, branching off into different rooms. "This is where the café is," he said, pointing to one of the sets of doors you passed by. "That's where you'll be eating all your meals, although your options will differ depending on the time of day. That," he said, pointing to another set of doors, "is the gym. There's all kinds of equipment in there, and it's completely free for all guests, so don't be afraid to stop by."

He continued leading you down the hall, pointing at different doors and explaining them. Connected to the café was a greenhouse that provided different types of produce, and it was available to guests ("take a tour or let the little ones learn how to garden!" he had said). There was a library, a laundry room, and even something like a patio at the very end of the hall, allowing you to get as close to the moon itself as you safely could.

When you came back up the hall and squeezed into the lift, Mark explained how the actual hotel rooms would be the last part of the tour; that way, you could all rest as soon as you got to your rooms. Your first stop was the very top of the hotel, where you could see the large hexagonal neon sign spinning slowly on top of its pole. They had built a pool into the roof, complete with a ladder to make getting in and out easy, a diving board, various chairs set up, umbrellas that you weren't even sure were necessary and bathrooms and changing rooms, the latter of which were fully stocked with robes, bathing suits and pool toys.

Heading down a floor revealed the hotel's partial namesake: the casino. The lights were significantly dimmer here than they were in the rest of the hotel, but they weren't so dim that you couldn't see at all. Machines had been pushed up against every wall and were lined up perfectly around the room. It was almost overstimulating, and you were grateful you left when you did, although the aftereffects of all the lights remained in your vision as colourful blobs for some time.

Your whole group was staying on the same floor. You didn't know if you were glad about it or dreading it. At least Miles would be nearby, you thought. He'd been making the occasional quiet joke to you throughout the whole tour, and you did your best to stifle your laughter to avoid dirty looks from the others.

"I'll talk to you later," he said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You hadn't even realised you'd made it to your rooms. His was across the hall from yours. You nodded and flashed him one last smile before unlocking your door with the key Mark had given you and stepping inside.

The room was lavishly decorated. You almost felt guilty for staying there for free. A four-poster bed stood tall, the frame painted a creamy white and the mattress covered in a white sheet. A thin fabric, something like lace, hung from each corner like curtains. The blanket looked soft, inviting, and after many, many hours of being stuck in a rocket and sleeping in a (albeit comfortable) chair, slipping under the covers and taking a proper nap sounded heavenly. You forced yourself to hold off on that nap, though, and continued your exploration of the room.

The overhead light was built into the ceiling, and upon discovering a small remote on top of the chest of drawers across from the bed, you realised the brightness could be changed. There was a floor-to-ceiling window built into the wall across from the door, offering yet another stunning view. The closet that was built into the wall rested to the left of the bed, and to the right was a small nightstand. In the closet, you found all sorts of clothes. At least there was comfort in the fact that no matter what happened, you'd be well-dressed for the occasion. Not far from the nightstand was a door, and when you opened it, you discovered the bathroom.

Ah, yes. It was about time you took a shower.

The water was perfectly warm, and the shampoo smelled lovely. Although it had only been a few days, you still felt gross for having gone so long without a shower; you guessed it was only because you were used to showering every day. When you finished getting cleaned up, you slipped into the cosiest pair of pyjamas you'd ever gotten your hands on and made sure to turn the light off before slipping into the unnecessarily fancy bed.

You wondered what Alex was up to. You hoped you'd see him tomorrow, mostly so you could thank him for inviting you in the first place. Although the concept of a hotel in space still felt a bit mad to you, you were beginning to realise it really wasn't as bad as you'd expected it to be. Maybe you were even a bit proud of him.

•••••

The next morning - at least, you guessed it was morning - you made your first trip to the café Mark had shown you. You had to admit, you were starving. Although you'd been given snacks on the rocket, they were exactly that - snacks. They hadn't been near enough to keep you full, and now your stomach felt like it was going to gnaw its way through your entire body if you didn't get something to eat soon.

A few of the journalists were already in there, including Miles. You headed towards the counter, where the employee behind the till smiled at you. "What can I get for you today?"

"Uh ..." You stared at the imposing menu on the wall, assessing your options. "Can I have the egg croissant, please?"

"Would you like a drink with that?"

"Water's fine, thanks." The employee nodded, punching your order in, and when the small number popped up on the digital screen sticking up from the till, your eyes widened. It was cheaper than you'd been expecting. You quickly fished your wallet out of your pocket.

Once the transaction was complete, you headed for Miles' table and sat across from him. He was scribbling something in his notepad, but when he heard the creak of your chair, his head snapped up. When he realised it was you, he grinned. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hey," you replied. "What are you doing?"

"Writin' down some notes for that article I gotta write. We've been here for less than a day, and I already have enough info to crank out a goddamn essay."

That made you laugh, earning a sideways glance from one of the journalists. It was the one that had been questioning Alex's motives before. You heard Miles scoff, prompting you to look back at him with a raised brow. “Trouble in paradise?”

He snorted. “Hardly paradise with that prick around.”

“Who is he?”

“James Schwartz, also known as one of the biggest dickheads on the planet. Old money - his dad runs the paper he writes for, and his dad ran it before that, and so on. Heard he’s in line for the throne.” He shook his head. “He’s willin’ to do anything for a story. Can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a few months, either.”

“What do you mean, he’s willing to do anything?”

He eyed you for a few moments, as if he was debating whether or not he should unveil James’ moral crimes to you. Eventually, he sighed, leaning back in his chair; so much so that the two front legs rose from the floor. “The best of it, so to speak, is that he flooded some poor shop owner’s voicemail until they phoned him back.”

“And the worst?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze sauntered over to land on James, who’d put a pair of headphones on at some point and remained entirely oblivious to your conversation. Still, to be on the safe side, Miles’ voice lowered, forcing you to lean over to hear him. “He dated a girl, some model from Bristol. A couple of months later, she broke up with him, and then suddenly, her nudes were up on the Internet, free for all perverted fucks to see. He was one of the first to cover the story, and his article painted her in a suspicious light, spoutin’ some shite about how she shouldn’t have let anyone take such compromisin’ pictures of her. She quit modelling not long after. It was never proven to be him, but …” He shrugged and looked back to you.

Your stomach churned at the mere thought of what he’d gotten away with. “Surely someone questioned him?”

“If they did, he probably paid them to keep quiet. Either way-” He dropped his pencil onto his notepad. “-I would stay away from him, if I were you.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” you mumbled.

After your food had arrived and you’d satiated your hunger, Miles suggested heading up to the pool for a quick dip. You agreed, although considering you’d just eaten, you didn’t think you would actually do any swimming. This notion seemed a bit funny to him, and he even asked if you were chicken, but he didn’t press the matter any further.

Much to your delight, there were swimsuits in the dressing room, and you slipped into a black bikini on the off chance you hopped into the water. Wrapping yourself up in a plush white robe that had the hotel’s acronym embroidered into the left breast, you stepped out onto the pool deck. Miles was already in the pool, clad in a pair of black swim trunks and swimming from one end to the other, engaged in an intense race against himself. You plopped down onto one of the pool chairs and stretched your legs out, watching as Miles swam to the edge closest to you with a grin. “The water’s lovely.”

“I’d rather not get cramps,” you said, making him laugh. He playfully splashed water in your direction, spraying small droplets onto your calves and the chair beneath you. The water was cold against your skin.

You heard the entrance to the pool open, making you turn and look over your shoulder. Alex stood in the doorway, and when he saw you, he managed a small smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I could say the same for you.”

“I was looking for Miles.” He glanced around you and spotted the man in question, who offered an enthusiastic wave that was akin to one from a child. “Mark said you’d be here.”

“You should come join me, Mr. Turner,” Miles replied, assuming an exaggerated air of pompousness. “Have you even tested your own pool?”

Alex seemed to genuinely consider that question for a few moments. His hands slid down into his pockets, and his lips pressed together before finally parting to form the words, “No, I haven’t.”

And with that, he found himself in swim trunks exactly like Miles’ less than a few minutes later. It was the first time you’d seen him in anything beyond his perfectly crisp suits, and it also offered you a chance to admire his physique. His abs were lightly defined, as were the muscles lining his arms; the veins in his forearms protruded, as if all they needed was a small push before bursting from his skin; his legs had about as much hair as you could have expected, and there was a light smattering of hair across his chest. Draped over his chest, sinking into the dips of his collarbones, was a thin gold chain, the same one you’d seen him wear a number of times at the café.

Miles whistled, snapping you out of the spell Alex’s body had put you under. “She’s oglin’ ya.”

“Am not!” you protested, glaring at him.

He only rolled his eyes. “There’s nothin’ wrong with admirin’.”

You didn’t say anything, only crossed your arms over your chest. It wasn’t like you needed to respond, though; the heat that spread across your cheeks like wildfire spoke volumes.

If you were being perfectly honest with yourself - which you did reluctantly - Alex had always caught your eye. You mostly attributed it to the mysterious aura that he was always shrouded in, brought into existence by how little he spoke, how much he kept to himself, and the documents he primarily occupied himself with. Even if you now knew what those documents had been for, there were still heaps of things that remained locked away from you. For fuck’s sake, you’d learned his last name from a complete stranger.

In some ways, his mystery was a siren call, coaxing you in for what you thought might be your untimely demise. If there was anything the piles of romance novels in your flat had taught you, it was that strange men- especially rich ones- shouldn’t ever be trusted with matters of the heart.

As Alex lowered himself into the pool, though, you let yourself ogle for a little while longer.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

The AMC AMX-GT is a 1968 concept car developed by American Motors Corporation (AMC). A rear-wheel drive pillarless coupe of monocoque construction with two doors and a truncated rear end treatment, its design was influenced by AMC stylist Richard A. Teague. The AMX GT was built by shortening the 4-seat Javelin coupé to a 97-inch (2,464 mm) wheelbase (the same as the production 2-seat AMXs), lowering, or "chopping", the roof and cutting off the tail. The one-off AMX-GT body used a fiberglass rear and featured side-mounted "macho external exhaust pipes.

It appeared in two versions. At the New York International Auto Show in April 1968 it was red with a white stripe on the sides that ran across the roof. It also had plain, flush wheel covers, generic all-black tires,a side-mounted exhaust, a ram-air intake hood, integrated roof spoiler and fixed rear side windows (quarter glass) with no support (or "B") pillar.

The wheels were soon replaced by an alloy five-spoke design with Goodyear white-letter tires.The hood and roof were repainted a contrasting dark blue. This color scheme, which followed the major character lines of the car, was applied to some of the early factory-sponsored race cars before AMC changed to bands of red, white, and blue.

[stillness-in-green]

Months later and still kinda salty about the Advisers treatment in S6 since its very clear they were not on the team's mind: not including Bindi with Amplivolt against Edgeshot, not including Hole guy's panel about to ambush Orca (so he just got beat out of nowhere), not including the panel of Cabbie Hat and Fox guy running off, Hose Face not speaking before he killed Midnight, heck even messing up who gets captured in the end. I know they aren't super relevant, but S6 didn't help them either.

Man, I completely fell off of watching the anime even for the purposes of criticism, so thank you for this update to clarify for me that only disappointment waits if and when I ever bother.  I did get curious and look up who gets captured in the end, and wow, they really did comprehensively fuck that up, didn’t they? I know you know because you wrote me this nice ask about it, but for everyone else, take a look at this nonsense:

(Note that, as ever when I'm replying to asks from my dear fellow advisor fan @shockersalvage, the PLF codenames below are pure headcanon.)

I am agog at how huge and accessible and openable those windows look. Why on earth would you use vehicles like that for prisoner transport?) Are they just packing dangerous terrorists back onto the same buses the Heroes used to get up here, or what?

Comparing that to the equivalent shot in the manga, they didn’t get any of these people right. (Excluding the Heroes, who get relatively faithful if slightly less detailed renditions.  Because of course they do.)

Look at the windows on these transports and laugh with me about how ridiculous the ones in the anime are in comparison. Also, I notice that while the anime got Tartarus Hat: The Capture Tape Hero's look right, they did fail to notice that the restraints dangling loose from his wrists are the same as those the PLF captives are bound with.

Not every person on the ground here is tentatively identifiable as a ranked advisor—only, you know, five out of seven of them, the entire middle group.  The two on the back right are really obviously Galvanize and Piercings Dude (Compress’s #1 and Dabi’s #3), and given the visual similarities and the grouping, I’m pretty confident the others are Fray (Toga’s #3), Red (Skeptic’s #1) and Band Jacket Guy (Compress’s #2).

Yet even given the anime’s sloppy, ugly coloring decisions for the advisors they did show, they didn’t even accidentally get any of these right.  Band Jacket Guy and Fray are both dark-haired in the anime, while Red’s honey blonde and Piercings Dude is silver-haired with a striped coat jacket.  I would almost venture to guess that the anime intended the dude they gave the handlebar mustache to above (Galvanize in the manga, as apparent by his forelock and forehead scar) to be Sanctum, save that they didn’t those colors right, either!  They have Sanctum in white in the opening attack scene and in blue in Twice’s imagine spot.

Just an impressively thorough failure to realize the manga’s intention.

One thing you didn’t mention that I wondered about was Scarecrow’s first scene of note, so I also looked that up—I wanted to see if he had a voice actor yet, given how important his voice would turn out to be! 

Lo and behind, I find that the anime—while at least including Scarecrow, absolutely not guaranteed, as the above dissection shows!—gave what I had always assumed to be his dialogue to Re-Destro instead.  Which, I guess, looking at the manga again, could be the intention?  But I don’t really read it that way.

It’s certainly flowery enough to be Re-Destro!  He definitely talks like that!  But, as we later find out, Scarecrow absolutely talks like that too.  And here, looking at the paneling and the way the talk bubbles fall within it, we can see that Re-Destro’s obvious dialogue (“What did you pesky Heroes do to our savior and liberator?!”) breaks out of the panel binding, overlapping into the scene change to Gigantomachia’s rampage.

That’s what I would expect to be the case if the next line (“After Gigantomachia, Liberation warriors!  Our revolution is at hand!”) was also meant to be his, ringing out so loudly over the battlefield that even out in the forest, it’s still audible above the sounds of pitched, widespread conflict.

Instead of being overlaid across the panel borders like the others, though, it’s fully contained within the panels, visually implying that the line is being delivered by someone within that same scene/panel, for which the most obvious candidate is the guy prominently foregrounded in it.  I suppose the counter-argument is that there aren’t any obvious tails to the talk bubble that would link it to him, as with the bubbles in final panel with Kamui Woods and Midnight, but then, Re-Destro’s shouting doesn’t have any tails, either!

Overall, I guess it’s a valid read, but I frankly just don’t like it as much as I do the dialogue serving as an early indicator of Scarecrow’s personality.  Also, while it surely pleases me to contemplate that Re-Destro loves Shigaraki so much that he’d order a sizeable chunk of his own army to abandon him in favor of going to his savior and liberator, I have to think that if he did give that order, considerably more than a piddling 132 out of 17,000 people at the Villa would have successfully prioritized escape!

Sorry for taking so long with this one, shockersalvage!  My plan was to respond to it when I got back to PLF Spotting posts, but I just don’t think I can be arsed with those at this point. I kind of unreasonably hate the stupid puce-colored arm the anime saddled Shigaraki with for some godforsaken reason, and I’ve not yet forgiven the show for giving Re-Destro an anime-original scene but fucking it up by having him identify Destro Classic as his literal father. Also, while the anime transparently doesn’t care about the PLF, it’s only emulating its source material in that regard, so it's hard to muster up too much righteous indignation on the manga's behalf.

Regardless, thank you as always for the ask and your patience! Please do feel free to report back in with any further PLF Erasure Crimes the anime commits; I'm not expecting to pay it much attention at this point save probably ducking in to watch Scarecrow's wonderful rooftop speech at the hospital riot.

(You know, assuming they let him keep it.)

[twistednuns]

November 2022

How to write a lot.

Writing with the perfect pen. Inky, smooth, jet black, a broad tip, gliding over the paper.

And yeah: buying pens. Like a kid in the candy store. Can't resist.

Getting a candle for my room. Just because. A tiny bit of November feeling in sunny Oaxaca.

Speaking of which... my room! I was craving solitude after a week in dorms. I'm such a loner at heart. I loved that the walls in the courtyard and my room were the same shade of purple as my favourite bedsheets at home that I miss so much. The property is on a hill which makes getting there quite the workout. But the view is always worth it. * Confusing the neighborhood cats by singing the song of their people. The good toilet paper. Cristina and her twins, so bubbly and nerdy, latina through and through.

A cinnamon red wall matching my bra and dress and hair tie. I've decided that it's MY colour now.

Diego offering to adopt me because sadly I have no Mexican ancestry.

Making a WhatsApp sticker set with my most stupid facial expressions.

Paulina. I love how people with mental health issues tend to find each other. Restless seekers. Language nerds. She actually studied photography and Sanskrit!

Telling Paulina about the book Alone with You in the Ether. Immediately wanting to re-read it. But also: to create my own universe. Play god. So that means I have to write a book now?

A truly tiny cherry chapstick. Artificial cherry aroma just hits different.

Buying copal oil. Smells very ceremonial.

Light night. Breakfast bagel for dinner.

A dream: I lay with a lioness and a crocodile and at first they behaved but then suddenly attacked. Hidden message?

A firm massage only on the right side of my back. So good. Learning that I should only do strength training on the left and stretching on the right side of my body.

Nostalgic teenage revival video clips on a coffee high.

Liking myself in the mirror wearing a white shirt with messy hair.

Do sending me a gif of Lorelai kissing Luke and it's so easy to imagine her as Luke and me as Lorelai. All the feels.

Breakfast sandwiches. Cheese and egg. All I really need. Yum.

Massage at Xolotl. Purr-fect. They set up a small aquarium during my treatment and I named the big red fish with blue stripes Casimiro.

Taking the night bus. Staying busy with my vocabulary app. Looking out the window, passing a random mezcaleria sign: SENTIR, brightly glowing letters in the dark. I believe in messages.

Feeling very close to Do after two phone calls. Talking about our issues, school, queerness, our negativity bias, what makes people interesting, first impressions, labels, her first partner. Our favourite bowls and spoons. Asking her to dream of me. Her admitting that she has dirty fantasies of me.

Developing this plot with Do on the phone: about a bunch of narrators. Omniscient, unreliable. Who are overwhelmed with their tasks since the invention of the internet/ having to deal with their own decisions. What an interesting/promising idea! Famous authors as narrators?

Wearing lipstick for the first time in months. Refreshing.

Hierve el Agua! Swimming in a natural mineral water infinity pool with the most gorgeous view of the mountain valley. Petrified waterfalls in the distance. Someone taking pictures of me I actually liked. Meeting a gay couple from New Orleans who showed up in full rainbow gear. Visiting the biggest tree in Mexico.

Johnny Lee Miller als John Major in The Crown. Dreaming of my mum as Princess Diana.

Downloading a meditation and vocabulary app. Actually working with them.

Getting the feedback from my therapist that I've changed. That I'm more present. Authentic, feeling. Less volatile, less diversion through humour etc. And she confirmed everything I'd found out and analysed by myself.

Bioluminescence. It's like making magic. The sparkles following your every movement. The starry sky.

Sitting in a hammock chair at the beach with a fresh coconut. Scratching off the flesh with the straw.

Walking past a turtle cadaver. Super fascinating.

Lunaticart Gallery. Buying overpriced/extremely cool earrings - I immediately knew that I wanted them. The gallery inspired a vision I had about a business I'd like to own: a 2in1 studio and store - working and creating whenever there are no clients. Offering limited editions and collections so I can follow all my changing interests. The aesthetic: Atelier Brancusi meets fortune teller tent.

I've noticed two things: I have no problems fitting into flimsy plastic chairs anymore and I can suddenly wrap a regular towel around my waist without a gap! Am I getting... Slimmer? Exciting.

A free ride to Mazunte from one of the dudes from the bioluminescence tour! Nice! And the lady on the bus who offered me the seat next to her. Lifesaver.

A girl walking past my breakfast table. She had the most gorgeous tattoos. Layered cresent moons in various sizes as a chest piece. An eye surrounded by rays on her arm.

The waiter who made me a smoothie with passion fruit even though it wasn't on the menu and played march music the whole time. I was torn between loving and hating it (because it reminded me of Bavarian marching bands). The guy also had asymmetric earrings and a very nice smile. How can people be so happy. In a service job. I admire that.

Just hanging out at the beach. Sunday. Affogato and fruit salad. Researching Cher's career - she keeps reinventing herself and she's amazing at everything she does. Listening to a podcast on happiness. Realising that I love power ballads. Banter with Do. Feeling connected. My feet in the sand.

Observing the silhouette of the palm leaves during sunset, all the shapes and patterns they're creating.

Waking up early. Catching sunrise over the beach. All the colours, hues, gradients. Rays. Interesting cloud formations.

The From Pain to Peace workshop at Hridaya. So many insights. Learning. Important lessons. Lovely connections with lovely people. Giving each other massages. Mirroring feelings, holding space for each other. Looking into each other's eyes, singing to each other. Beautiful.

Stahsha was there again and somehow I was less intimidated by her this time. I wonder if something has changed about me? People actually talked to me, thought I was interesting, approachable, desirable. Am I getting rid of my fear of people? Are they feeling it? I love the impression that I'm making progress.

Malik, another participant. I had such a big crush on him. He gave off John Lennon in Nowhere Boy vibes. More alternative and vulnerable though. With a Jim Morrison aesthetic. A sexy/messy/wavy mullet and nerd glasses. Big tattoos. Very blue eyes and a sharp jaw line. He seemed quirky, always had his head tilted. I would have loved to get to know him. But I'm shy. And happy about learning that I can still feel such a strong attraction to someone despite my high standards and past experiences.

The big ginger cat who I thought of as my bro and guardian because he liked sleeping on the chair in front of my dorm.

Compliments for my black and white triangle dress and for my beautiful singing voice (three people approached me and actually asked me if I am a professional singer). Luzma also said she loved how forthright and direct I am. It's fascinating to learn about an outsider's perspective and what they see in me. I wonder if they're able to see clearer or are more objective. In any case, I love comparing their observations with my own. They're often quite different. How interesting!

Luzma's style. Guessing correctly that she's an artsy person (and yeah, she used to be a graphic designer). Her edgy glasses. Abstract art shirt. Short hair and interesting jewellery.

Vegan samosas, matcha, a coconut and piña paleta. Taking photos at the beach. Saying goodbye to the Pacific.

Feeling truly happy and grateful during the taxi ride after leaving Mazunte. Millie (my Mexican part-time mum!) had made me a sandwich and somehow that meant a lot to me. Just being considered, someone thinking of me. She and her daughter Frida took me along and didn't even want me to pay anything. The kindness of strangers. How humbling. I took in the beautiful landscape, thought about how lucky I was to experience all that, tears in my eyes.

Making sense of my insights from the workshop during a long phone call with Do while waiting outside the airport for hours.

All the immersion experiences I had in Mexico. Reset, MicroEnormous, the 420 ceremony (sense deprivation but a sensory experience at the same time through smells, airflow, interesting noises, breathwork, singing... and all the beautiful roses).

Being open to new experiences. Practicing letting go.

Finding a tiny glitter star pendant under the seat in front of me on the plane. And another little plastic silver star on the floor while standing in line at the museum. Taking it as a sign from the universe.

Lisa O'Connor's A Radiant Life 11/11 class: Kundalini, mantras, feeling the love.

Listening to choir music during meditation. Missing my own choir so much.

Visualising hugging my best friends, my mum. Feeling the love so much I cried. Imagining that I'm already leading the life I imagine for myself. That I'm happy, healthy, loved, fulfilled, beautiful and at ease. Acknowledging what I already have (achieved). The power of thoughts is absolutely astonishing. I want to do visualization exercises more often.

Having the feeling that I'm actually able to support my friends. Being there for them from a distance. Giving advice, sharing my learnings and insights, seeing things resonate with them. Receiving gratitude and emotional support in return.

Casa Pancha! I loved the design and architecture and... my blanket! Crisp white sheets, crinkly, amazing fresh laundry smell.

Sketching in museums. Being surrounded by art.

Mora Mora vegan fast food - I had cauliflower in ginger marinara, the truffle burger and a blue smoothie.

Wearing my cinnamon red dress with purple lipstick.

A nice conversation with the Uber driver. Compliments for my Spanish.

Just smiling when facing difficulties.

Another Spoil yourself rotten Sunday. I went to a museum. Passed an artist's market. Bought a Björk bag from a feminist book store. Had tiramisu and cappuccino in a lovely Italian restaurant courtyard. Took an Uber to get a Thai massage with Xavier which felt very intimate and nice. Dinner was vegan ramen and orange "chicken".

Finally visiting Casa Azul. Seeing Frida's bedroom. Patti Smith's poem for her about Noguchi's butterflies. All her books and the items she collected. The garden. Right there and then I decided to become a very rich and famous painter. Bisexual, international lifestyle, with gorgeous clothes and jewellery. And a house like Casa Azul with enough space for all my lovers and friends to live with me.

My first Yoga Nidra session with Elena at Casa Pancha. And soft morning yoga with Amy. Yoga is always so helpful for my body but I'm usually too lazy to do it. Horrible. Why do I resist a practice that is so good for me?

The Ripndip flagship store. I need one of their sweaters asap.

Two monarch butterflies in Bosque Chapultepec.

Museo Tamayo, chilling in the cinema rooms. All the beautiful things in their gift shop.

Playing Lotería with Marisol and the mesera. Drinking chai latte and ponche. Chasing after Agata, the resident cat. Intercultural communication.

Vegan tacos. Tarot cards on the walls at the street food place. The piggy dog toy. Oink!

A domed roof at the modern art museum that looked like you were standing directly under the sun or a glowing yellow planet. Sketching a statue of two ladies in the garden.

Stumbling upon Wednesday on Netflix. Obviously I loved the "possessed" dance scene at the Rave'n, inspired by Siouxsie and the Banshees and 80s goth dance moves. Catherine Zeta-Jones as Morticia was a fantastic choice as well (even though I'll always be partial to Anjelica Huston, she's such an icon).

[justatumblinweed]

[Image ID: A two-page, eight-panel comic titled Welcome to the Disabled Future, by Rachel Litchman. Narration is given in all caps encased in white rectangles, at the top of the panel unless otherwise specified.

Page one...

- First panel: The title of the comic and the name of the author is shown as a poster taped to a window, just above a pink ad for "ENERGIZE ALL DAY ENERGY PILL," which depicts a jogger in in a red shirt and blue pants. To the right of the window, a person approaches from down the sidewalk, wearing a grey jacket with a blue and green scarf. Swirls and squiggles surround their head. Bare trees indicate that it is likely winter.

(Narration, lower right corner: "As a person with a disability, I am aware of the way my body serves as a warning.)

- Second panel: The person, our narrator, comes closer into frame, revealing more detail. They wear their brown hair in pigtails, a pair of rectangular glasses, a standard blue face mask, and walk with their hands in their pockets. Arrows point to various places on her body, indicating symptoms: "foggy brain," "dizzy," "pain," "crushing fatigue," and "weak." The ad for "ENERGIZE" is still plainly visible.

(Narration: "My daily symptoms are the stuff that abled people imagine in nightmare versions of their futures.")

- Third panel: A close-up of a text conversation between the narrator and a friend. The narrator's first text is a heart emoji, tow which her friend responds "My heart is racing all the time. I've never been so fatigued before. I can't even stand to cook a meal." The narrator responds with "I have POTS too. I understand."

(Narration: "Since COVID, my previously abled friends have come down with some of the same disabling conditions I have, like Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS).")

- Fourth panel: The narrator, hair down, sits in her kitchen (oven is to the left), talking to someone who leans against the wall to the right, their arms crossed, facing away from the reader. This person wears a red and white striped t-shirt and a red flower in their short blonde hair. "Cardiology called," says the narrator. "They said it would be a six month wait for my routine ultrasound..."

(Narration: "The influx of newly disabled people from COVID has left me with delayed access to care."

Page two...

- Fifth panel: A news report covering a disastrous storm, with a "LIVE" notation in the upper left, a "BREAKING NEWS" notation below the shot, and a news ticker below that reading "Record-breaking storm winds destroy Madison Apartment Complex," all in red. "The roof got ripped off this apartment complex and landed on these cars," says the reporter (maybe the narrator?) from in front of the destruction. She holds a news mic, and wears a blue baseball hat, grey sweater, and her hair in pigtails.

(Narration: "In the future, climate change will only accelerate the rate of disability. Where does that leave already disabled people like me?")

- Sixth panel: A view from outside a hospital room looking in from the hallway. There is a single bed visible, containing a person hooked to an IV. The light falls on their meal table, and there is an empty chair in the right hand corner of the room. The window, which spans the whole room, looks out onto the city at night.

(Narration, centered in the small window above the door: "What does the neglect of disabled people mean for our collective futures?")

- Seventh panel: The front line of a protest, whose red banner reads "ME/CFS and Long COVID are disabling millions, this is an emergency." The protesters are all wearing masks and red shirts, some holding signs, others stating demands out loud. "The pandemic isn't over!" says one, while another says "FDA treatment now!"

(Narration: "The one thing I know for sure is that if disabled people continue to be seen as 'collateral damage' and 'acceptable losses,' the future will be sorely missing critical sources of wisdom.")

- Eighth panel: The narrator kneels to place flowers on a grave (Carrie Ann Lucas, 1971-2019). Other gravestones list Stacey Park Milbern (1987-2020), Erin Gilmer (1982-2021), Lois Curtis (1967-20XX, date is cut off by another gravestone), and and Engraoa Figueroa (No birthdate-2022 or 2023). The lawn of the graveyard is green, but the trees in the background appear to be on fire.

(Narration: "I remember and honor my disabled ancestors, but also, we don't need more ancestors. We need them here. Alive.")

/End ID.]

Rachel Litchman in our FUTURE issue.

[proluxe1111]

Vibrant Hues And Striking Patterns A Bold Transformation For Your Bathroom

In the world of interior design, the bathroom is often considered a sanctuary—a place to unwind, relax, and rejuvenate. While many homeowners opt for neutral and serene color palettes in their bathroom decor, others dare to make a statement with bold colors and eye-catching patterns. This blog explores the transformative power of vibrant hues and striking patterns in bathroom design, offering inspiration and practical tips for creating a space that exudes personality and flair without sacrificing functionality.

Embracing Vibrant Colors in Bathroom Design

Gone are the days when bathrooms were limited to shades of white and beige. Today, homeowners are embracing vibrant colors as a means of injecting personality and energy into their bathroom spaces. From bold blues and vibrant greens to rich reds and sunny yellows, the possibilities are endless when it comes to incorporating color into bathroom decor. Here are a few ways to make a splash with vibrant hues:

Consider creating an accent wall to bring depth and visual interest to your bathroom. Painting one wall in a bold, eye-catching color can serve as a focal point without overwhelming the space.

Instead of sticking to traditional white or neutral tones, explore colorful options for sinks, toilets, or tubs to infuse a playful touch into the room.

Towels, shower curtains, and bath mats are perfect opportunities to introduce vibrant hues that complement your existing color scheme and tie the room together.

Whether you opt for geometric patterns, floral motifs, or intricate mosaics, colorful tiles can add drama and personality to your bathroom floor or backsplash. Explore different options to find the perfect match for your style and preferences.

Eye-Catching Patterns

In addition to vibrant colors, patterns can also play a key role in creating visual interest and drama in the bathroom. From classic stripes and chevrons to modern geometric designs and whimsical florals, patterns can add depth and dimension to the space. Here are a few ways to incorporate patterns into your bathroom decor:

Consider enhancing the visual appeal of your bathroom with patterned wallpaper. Choose designs that resonate with your style and complement the overall ambiance of the space. A bold patterned wallpaper can make a striking statement on one or more walls.

Elevate the aesthetic of your bathroom with patterned tiles. Whether you prefer intricate Moroccan-inspired designs or contemporary subway tiles, incorporating patterned tiles on the floor or walls can infuse character and charm into the room.

Introduce texture and visual interest to the bathroom by incorporating patterned fabrics. From shower curtains to window treatments and upholstered seating, textured fabrics can add depth to the decor. Experiment with mixing and matching patterns for a playful and eclectic look.

Personalize your bathroom decor with artwork and decorative accents featuring bold patterns. Consider displaying framed prints, decorative plates, or textile wall hangings to inject color and personality into the space. Artwork and decor items with eye-catching patterns can serve as focal points and add vibrancy to your bathroom design.

Balancing Boldness and Functionality

While embracing bold colors and patterns can undoubtedly enhance the aesthetic appeal of your bathroom, it's essential to strike a balance between style and functionality. Here are a few practical tips to ensure that your bold bathroom design remains both beautiful and functional:

Select high-quality, durable materials that can withstand daily wear and tear. Look for moisture-resistant paints, stain-resistant fabrics, and surfaces that are easy to clean to ensure longevity in your bathroom decor.

Maintain a clean and uncluttered layout to allow the bold colors and patterns to shine. Avoid overloading the space with unnecessary furniture or decor items, and focus on creating a cohesive and streamlined design.

Strike a balance between boldness and neutrality by pairing vibrant colors and patterns with neutral elements. Consider incorporating white or beige walls, natural wood accents, or metallic finishes to provide contrast and visual balance.

Pay attention to lighting to enhance the impact of bold colors and patterns in your bathroom. Ensure adequate lighting fixtures to brighten up the space and showcase the vibrancy of colors while highlighting the intricate details of patterns. Strategic lighting can elevate the overall ambiance and aesthetics of your bathroom design.

Embracing bold colors and patterns in your bathroom decor is a surefire way to add personality, and flair, to the space. Create a bathroom that truly reflects your unique style and personality. With the right balance of color, pattern, and functionality, you can transform your bathroom into a stunning and inviting retreat that you'll love spending time in.

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How to Decorate a Small Traditional Living Room

Whether your living room is a formal sitting area or a cozy TV spot, it should feel inviting and welcoming. Use traditional decor ideas to make this happen, like symmetrical display of art and neutral shades.

Tips to Choose Soft Color

Wall color plays a huge role in the final look of a room. Consider using a gray that’s warm and inviting, such as Down Pipe or French Gray, as suggested by Ruth Mottershead.

Many traditional living rooms feature a large sitting area that comfortably seats multiple family members and friends. This helps create a warm and inviting space to relax and entertain. Moreover, this kind of room can also double as an office or media room.

While it's not uncommon to see a variety of colors in traditional living rooms, an all-neutral color scheme is a popular choice as well. A soft neutral like white, beige, or gray can help open up a tight space and provide a blank canvas for the introduction of personal identity through cloth and pictures.

Make a Cozy Small Living Room

Whether in chic wide stripes or rustic french ticking linens, striped fabrics can be a great choice for furniture upholstery and window treatments in a small traditional living room. They're versatile and come in a range of weaves, weights, and hues to match any decor scheme. Moreover, washable slipcovers keep upholstered furniture looking fresh and up to date.

In traditional rooms, comfort is key. That means cozy chairs and large sofas that can easily be repositioned for sitting, relaxing, watching TV or reading. Decorative accents and fabric details like florals or paisleys add softness to the room. A patterned area rug can add pattern and warmth without overwhelming the space.

Traditionally-inspired spaces often feature wood accents and symmetrical furniture arrangements, like the sky blue living room by Rinfret, Ltd. Despite being traditional, the tightly upholstered furniture and midcentury modern sputnik chandelier create a sense of freshness that makes this room feel current and timeless.

Smart Living Room Design

While many small living rooms are painted in light neutrals, a deep shade of green can add warmth and personality to the space. Choose a color that is not too muddy and pairs well with the rest of your home decor, like Joa's White or Stirabout by Farrow and Ball. Glass-fronted cabinets can hold antiques and family heirlooms in a subtle way that doesn't detract from the space.

One of the easiest ways to add a decorative touch to traditional living rooms is with printed curtains. The fabric brings a relaxed feel to the space and works well with patterned wallpaper. The curtains also create a proportionate balance with plain yet stylish furniture. Moreover, they are ideal for creating a balanced color scheme. If you are in love with a particular print but are worried about it overpowering the room, choose a coordinating trim like pom-poms or beads.

Another option is to go with a solid color and frame the windows. This looks great when the curtains are in a shade similar to the paint color of the walls. You can even make them look textured by opting for a velvet curtain with a pinch pleat. If you want to have a luxurious living room, you can visit the site property.thegardengranny.com.

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Elevate Your Home with Energy-Saving Curtains, Contemporary Designs, and Curtain Rings

Curtains are an essential part of any home decor. They not only provide privacy and light control but also add an aesthetic appeal to the room. From linen curtains to contemporary designs, there are various styles to choose from, and with the addition of curtain rings, you can elevate the look of your curtains even further. In this blog, we will discuss how energy-saving curtains, contemporary designs, and curtain rings can transform the look of your home.

Energy-Saving Curtains

One of the most significant advantages of energy-saving curtains is their ability to reduce the amount of heat lost through windows. These curtains are specially designed to trap heat inside during the colder months and keep your room cooler during the warmer months. They also provide insulation against outside noise, making your home more peaceful and comfortable.

Energy-saving curtains are available in a range of colors, patterns, and materials to suit your decor style. For a classic look, opt for curtains in neutral colors like white or beige. If you want to add a pop of color to your room, choose curtains in bold shades like red or blue. For a more rustic feel, go for curtains in natural materials like cotton or linen.

Contemporary Designs

Contemporary curtains are perfect for those who prefer a modern, minimalistic aesthetic. These curtains come in a variety of designs, including geometric patterns, stripes, and solids. They often have clean lines and a simple color palette, making them ideal for creating a streamlined look.

To create a contemporary look, consider curtains in shades of gray, black, or white. If you want to add a pop of color, choose curtains in bold, bright hues like orange or yellow. For a more subtle approach, go for curtains in shades of blue or green.

Linen Curtains

Linen curtains are perfect for creating a relaxed, laid-back vibe in your home. These curtains are made from a lightweight, breathable material that provides a natural look and feel. Linen curtains are perfect for those who love a beachy or bohemian vibe.

Linen curtains are available in a range of colors, including natural shades like beige, gray, and white. They also come in bolder shades like pink or green, making it easy to find a color that complements your decor style.

Blinds

While curtains are the go-to window treatment for many homeowners, blinds are also an excellent option. Blinds are versatile and come in a range of materials and styles. From wooden blinds to vertical blinds, there is an option for every home decor style.

Blinds are perfect for those who prefer a sleek, modern look. They are also an excellent choice for rooms where privacy and light control are essential, such as bedrooms or offices. If you’re looking for a window treatment that’s easy to clean and maintain, blinds are an excellent option.

Curtain Rings

Curtain rings are a simple yet effective way to add an extra touch of style to your curtains. These rings come in a range of materials, including metal, wood, and plastic. They are available in various sizes, making it easy to find the perfect fit for your curtains.

Curtain rings are perfect for those who want to create a more traditional look. They are also an excellent choice for those who want to add a bit of glamour to their curtains. Curtain rings can be used with any type of curtain, from energy-saving curtains to contemporary designs.

In conclusion, curtains are an essential part of any home decor. Whether you prefer energy-saving curtains, contemporary designs, linen curtains, or blinds, there is an option for every style and preference. By adding curtain rings, you can elevate the look of your curtains and create a more polished, finished look in your home When choosing the right curtains for your home, there are several factors to consider. First, consider the function of the curtains. Are you looking for curtains that provide privacy, light control, or insulation? Once you determine the function, you can then consider the style of the curtains.

Another important factor to consider is the size of the curtains. Curtains that are too long or too short can look awkward and out of place. To determine the right size, measure the length and width of your window and add a few inches to ensure that the curtains will hang properly.

Once you have chosen your curtains, it’s time to add the finishing touch with curtain rings. Curtain rings not only add a decorative element to your curtains but also make it easier to open and close them. When choosing curtain rings, consider the material and style. If you have a more traditional decor style, opt for metal rings with decorative elements. If you prefer a more modern look, consider wooden rings or rings with a simple design.

When it comes to hanging your curtains, there are a few tips to keep in mind. First, make sure that your curtain rod is level. A crooked curtain rod can make your curtains look uneven and messy. Next, make sure that the curtains are hung at the right height. Curtains should hang just above the floor or sill, depending on your preference.

Finally, consider adding tiebacks to your curtains. Tiebacks are a great way to keep your curtains open and let in natural light. They also add a decorative element to your curtains. When choosing tiebacks, consider the material and style. If you have a more traditional decor style, opt for tiebacks with tassels or decorative elements. If you prefer a more modern look, consider tiebacks with a simple design.

In conclusion, curtains are an essential part of any home decor. Whether you prefer energy-saving curtains, contemporary designs, linen curtains, or blinds, there is an option for every style and preference. By adding curtain rings and tiebacks, you can elevate the look of your curtains and create a more polished, finished look in your home. When choosing your curtains, consider the function, style, and size to ensure that they are the perfect fit for your home.

[palimpsessed]

I made this draft yesterday and then just never came back on to actually post it. So here it is today. Thanks to all the people who tagged me. I’ll tag you all back for Sunday because I always like to see your words. @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @mostlymaudlin @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart @stardustasincocaine @johnwgrey @urban-sith @martsonmars

I have two fics I’ve been working on, my crack fest fic and ofc Slings and Eros. I’m moving along on Chapter 18 of SAE and hope to have it posted later this week. Maybe? Assuming I can manage to stay awake long enough after work to write.

I’ve already shared a bunch of my crack fest fic, but what’s a little more? This will be my last chance to tease it before posting anyway.

ICBHNB:

“Is this allowed?” The man goes on. He leans forward, looking over his right and then his left shoulder. He’s clearly trying not to laugh, but I don’t get the joke.

Maggie waves him off, pouring coffee from a brown-handled glass carafe into a heavy white ceramic mug with a navy blue stripe around the rim. “Everyone’s allowed a vice, and that’s a cheap one.”

Cheap? The treatment I’m forced to endure.

The man smiles broadly, white teeth bright against the gloomy backdrop of fogged up, rain-streaked windows. It was storming heavily most of the night, and now that a dishwater dawn has broken, it's still raining, just less oppressively. The diner must shine like a beacon to passersby—if anyone were mad enough to be out in this weather.

I suppose the man at the Counter must be mad enough. He's the only one who's come in.

And some from SAE, too.

I suppose I should count myself lucky one of them isn’t being hand fed grapes whilst lying in the other’s lap.

Clearly, I can no longer leave them unsupervised. Just what I always wanted, to play nursemaid to my best friend and his ill-advised, fugitive houseguest.

“If either one of you feels inclined to help me with all the work we’ve still left to do, I’m prepared to hear you out.”

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Prompt 37: Stuck in a snowstorm + Prompt 54: Winter power outage.

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Requested: Yes, by anon [Prompt 37 only]. Prompts here -> click.

Pairing: Rin Okumura/Reader; female reader is implied only in the nsfw part.

Word count: 1,5k+

SFW, but with N/SFW ending.

Warnings: none.

Beta-read by @/no-remorse! Thank you! <3

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The snow is a weather phenomenon that's rather liked by most people, including you.

The snow season was, in fact, your favorite one because mostly - you had your own, living heater wanting to warm you up anytime.

Today, however,  snow annoyed you more than ever.

Earlier - in the morning -  the snow was quite light - it was sifting, leaving a soft, white blanket on the ground; some of it adored Rin's red cheeks gently, before melting. The demon boy grinned and shushed you every time you mentioned it. As it progressed to the afternoon, the snow seemed to thicken and fall in a bigger amount than before, making it hard to see, as well as way more dangerous than earlier; if you slipped, you would certainly get a nasty bruise for the next few days.

Now, outside your window, happened a snowstorm.

And a bad one, at that.

Fortunately, both you and Rin managed to come back home before it got this bad. Currently, you kept switching between reading your favorite book and watching a random movie on television. Occasionally, you glance at the window and sigh, complaining in your mind that it doesn't seem to get better any time soon. Even though Rin reassured you earlier that it will definitely get better in a few hours, but he didn't sound very confident; you believed him nonetheless, hoping his words are true.

Flinching slightly as the lights in the room flickered, you decided to get yourself a candle on the small table near the bed. Placing a glittery red, tall candle on the table, you smirk to yourself and jump on the mattress, snuggling into your big, warm sweater. Suddenly, you hear Rin coming into the room, placing arms onto the windowsill and looking out the window.

"That... doesn't look very good," he admits, feeling the cold air from the open window hit his face, "I guess I kinda lied earlier, huh?" he asks laughing nervously, rubbing his neck awkwardly and turning around. "Well, it doesn't look very promising," you answered, your eyes glued to the book in your lap, "I hope the snow won't burst through the window..." you turn the page, widening your eyes as the lights flicker once again.

"Oh come on, it's just snowing a lot! What's the worst that could happen?" Rin comments, shrugging his shoulders.

Once his question died within the walls, the lights went out.

You screamed, throwing your book on the floor in fear, Rin's screech followed yours shortly after.

"Hey, hey, d-don't worry! The power just went out!" He tries to calm you down, moving wobbly through the room; you stand up, trying to find him, and in the process - both of you slam into each other and yell again. "I-It's me, babe! Geez, you almost gave me a heart attack!" he envelops his arms around you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck; you hug him in return, rubbing his back in comfort. "Yeah... but I can't see anything, Rin," you close your eyes and lean your forehead against his shoulder, "And I forgot to grab a lighter..." you mutter to yourself, sighing. Rin hums, an idea finding its way into his mind.

The candle on the table flashes with bright, cerulean fire, illuminating the room decently; you watch in awe, noticing Rin's improvement in handling his flames. He then drags you onto the bed, sitting you between his legs and letting you lean against his chest; he smirks behind you, his arms embracing you once again, "Hmm, are you surprised your beloved boyfriend got better at something?" he teases, "Hell yeah I did! I feel way more confident than I used to be!" he exclaims proudly, opening his palm, "Wanna see? I can make it into different shapes now."

"Yeah," you answer calmly, "Can you make a bear?" you place your hand on his, watching his other one ignite a tiny flame. "Going easy on me, huh? Alright, watch this!" Blue flames engulf his hand, emitting warmth you can feel on your face; it's not burning, instead, it's very gentle, almost like the steam you get after making a mug full of hot chocolate.

"Rin, that looks like an elephant..."

"WHAT?! No, it doesn't! It's a bear!"

"Alright. It's a monkey."

"Wh-What?!"

Rin whines, but doesn't give up; he inhales and exhales softly, focusing on his hand.

"Oh my god... is that Rilakkuma?! I love him!" you babble excitedly, feeding his ego as he smiles, a pink blush creeping on his pale cheeks. "Yeah... Do you like it?" he asks unsurely, anticipating your answer. You turn your head and kiss his lips gently, "I do... I really do." You smile at him and notice his widened eyes since you caught him off guard; he avoids looking into your eyes, moving his eyes to look at the wall and starting to ramble.

"Ahaha, I-I'm glad... I'm controlling satan's flames even better! I wonder what's gonna happen in the future?! Like, what other cool things will I be able to do?!" You stay silent as he keeps saying his thoughts out loud, eventually looking back at you and getting worried.

"Babe? Everything g-"

"They aren't his flames."

"What?" he blinks, staring at you confused.

"I said," you sigh, "The flames... aren't Satan's... They're yours. Everyone keeps saying 'satan flames this, satan flames that', but it's yours, Rin... and I don't care what other people think. He can't control them, he can't get into your heart," you look at the baby blue bear made out of the flames, "So they aren't his; I want you to think that way too. I can't explain it, I mean-"

The flames disappear, as his hand goes to wrap it around your stomach; Rin squeezes you tightly against his chest, hiding his face in your neck. He remains speechless; the only sound you're able to hear is the cold, harsh wind outside. You decide to give him a while to process his thoughts, leaning your head against his, listening to his calm breath.

You look at the dancing blue fire on the candle; listening to silence, you immerse yourself in your own thoughts. Do you even understand him? Were your words enough for him? Or the opposite - he stays silent because he doesn't know what to say and you just made yourself look like a fool? The sight outside the window added to your slowly appearing melancholy; Do you even comprehend how it's like to have such a power?

The branches of a nearby tree knock on the window glass, as the snowstorm seemed to be at its peak. You close your eyes, breathing in and out; your thoughts continued to ask more and more questions, leaving you in a doubt.

Do you even understand a single piece of your boyfriend?

Anything?

Unexpectedly, Rin's hand shook your thoughts off, rubbing your thigh firmly; he dragged his lips up and down on your neck teasingly and kissing the sweet spot of yours that his lips can't ever get tired of. His other hand goes to brush against your clothed breasts; as much as he would want to rip your bra off he couldn't; he promised not to do that again. Half-demon lifts your bra ever so slightly, just so he's able to slide his palm in; he grasps your breast and kneads it tenderly, and at the same time, his slightly pointed tongue licks a big stripe on your neck. You let out a single, quiet moan as he pinches your erected nipple; his other hand went in your pants and pulls your panties up only for the material to brush against your sensitive clit.

"Rin," you moan, "what are you-"

Before finishing your sentence, he lies you on the bed harshly, pulling your shirt up along with the bra and attacking your breasts with hungry kisses; he grazes your nipple with his massive teeth, only to suck on it noisily, then lick it with the tip of his tongue. His hand pinches the other one, which is about to get the same treatment in a moment; Rin's free hand wanders to your sex, where he teases your slit through your panties; he smirks as he feels the material being soaked.

Suddenly, he places his hands on both sides of your head and hovers over you; he pants, as well as his cheeks, adore shades of crimson. There's a visible bulge in his pants, yet, he decides to ignore it and look in your eyes.

"I... I want to show you," he pauses, "I want to show you how much I love you. Can I? Can I do it this time physically?" he asks, feeling his heart beat violently in his chest.

"Yes, Rin. Please," you stroke his cheek, "I trust you."

With no more words shared, he kisses your palm tenderly and retreats to sit on his knees. He lifts your legs together, removing your panties and throwing them on the floor.

He lies down on his stomach and gets his face close to your pussy, where you could feel his hot breath.

Small, teal bits of fire appear around his body, as he looks at you once again, this time, however - his eyes sparkle with lust.

"I love you."

[padawan-jiejie]

My Choice [3 / 3]

Summary: You are Anakin’s twin sister and Mace Windu’s apprentice with forbidden kind of interest in Master Kenobi. You’re there to witness your brother’s turn to the Dark side and have trouble dealing with the consequences. Five years later, you visit Obi-Wan on Tatooine…

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Word Count: 5.8k

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Warnings: !MyEnglish!, ptsd talk, talk about regrets, angsty!reader, but also comforting!Obi and fluffy!Obi and baby!Luke + one more character has a cameo and overly fluffy ending  the reader is a bit of a crybaby in this one, sorry

A/N: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG - I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE!!! Also I haven’t read the comic about Obi-Wan and his time on Tatooine so… I just hope all of you are doing the best you can and enjoy 💖💖💖

Tagged:  @retrobhaddie​ @multi-madison​ @treestarrrrrrrr  @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13​ @lysawayne

Five long years since the tragedy of the Jedi. Since their failure and the purge. After all those years, here you were. Flying in your stolen ship, fleeing away from your inevitable destiny. You ran out of supplies and had to take a break, stop somewhere safe. You had a planet in mind, it was close and you were certain no one from the Empire would be looking for you there if you don’t stay for long. It was the hole of the universe after all. But somethin- no, someone was calling for you to land there. So you set the coordinations to Tatooine. You used your connection to the Force to find the perfect place to hide your ship nearest the pull you sensed. You shut down all systems and took a deep breath. For the first time in years, you would step into the harsh, dry and sandy grounds of the planet you were born on. It wasn’t your home for a long time and you felt bitter and nostalgic looking outside. Yet as you were sitting there in the cockpit, you saw a familiar cloak walking towards your position from behind a mountain. At that moment, all your worries and doubts faded like a mist.

You ran out as fast as you could and stayed staring at the figure few feet away from you. Your heart was beating quickly from the excitement and when he pulled his hood off and looked directly into your eyes, it definitely felt like coming back home.

“Y/N?”

“Obi-Wan…”

Your voices were nothing but a whisper. A whisper that told a million words and more. Obi-Wan Kenobi was standing there in front of you and it was like yesterday when you said your last goodbyes. And he was stunned. He came to the conclusion that it was very likely he would never see you again in his lifetime after Order 66. He never quite made his peace with that and couldn’t believe in what was happening. He thought he was hallucinating. There you were, in all your beauty and grace. Your y/h/c hair was messy, y/e/c eyes red from fatigue and your brown robes dusty. Even like that you still managed to look as elegant as always.

Kenobi took a hesitant step towards you, fearing that you might disappear any second. You didn’t. He took another step closer and you jumped into his arms.

“I’ve missed so much, Obi-Wan!” You blurted out as tears of joy started streaming down your face. You held onto him tightly and sobbed and cried your heart out. As he came to reality, he too embraced you and buried his face in your neck. It wasn’t just a dream. You were indeed here. In his arms. Right where you belong.

“Y/N… I am so happy you’re actually here. You can’t imagine how bad it was being alone like this!” He lifted you up and spun around before putting you back on your feet.

You dried your tears, while he was holding you close to him by your waist. “Master Jedi, I… You… Just… Me…” You spent hours thinking about all the things you wanted to talk about with him but now as you finally had the chance to express yourself, your own mouth was failing you. You could not even make up one proper sentence.

“I-I’m… Umm… It’s been so long.”

“I know, I was afraid I would never see you again. I’m so glad that will not be the case.” He said with a blissful expression. You smiled at him and he kissed your forehead, sending a warm feeling to rush through your body.

“Obi… I could sense you. With the Force, I sensed you. I think.”

“I sensed you too. That’s why I came. I thought I was losing my mind. What would you be doing here, right? But now I see that my senses have not abandoned me yet.”

“No, they are still pretty decent.”

“Oh, decent you say? Well, what are you doing here anyway? I guess you’re not just stopping by to say hello to an old friend.”

“Actually, I ran out of supplies so I need to get some food and stuff. And I think I need to check this beauty for any damage.”

Obi-Wan frowned and touched his beard. “That is not the ship Bail Organa had given you. What happened to it and how did you get this one? It looks ancient.”

“Yeah, you really don’t wanna know how I got that. Maybe I’ll tell you later but it’s a long story that I don’t wanna get into right now.”

“If you think that would be for the best, I’ll leave it be. But come on. We’ll go to my little house and I’ll get you something to eat.”

“That would be so nice! I am starving! Um, but I shouldn’t leave her here unguarded.”

“Don’t worry about it. Nothing will happen to it. Trust me. And if anything does happen, I have my methods of getting it back.”

“Alright then. But um, I actually call her Soka. Because of the blue and white stripe there on the side.” Obi-Wan paused for a second, then smiled. With one of his arms around your shoulders, you two walked over to the house that he was apparently now living in. The place looked poor and you couldn’t help but think about the Jedi quarters you spent half your life in.

“That’s a whole another level, Kenobi. Even for you.”

“There wasn’t really much to be picking from.”

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’ll get you some soup.”

You sat down near a tiny window and pulled your legs to your chest. The heat reminded you of your childhood. How you used to help your mom with cleaning, cooking and then would go to play with Anakin and the other local children. Looking back at it now, you could tell that as much as it sucked, those were good times. Just you, your mamma and your big brother Ani. You signed at the thought, pictures from the past running through your head. Padmé, the handmaidens, Qui-Gon and young Obi-Wan with his cute padawan braid. He certainly did not enjoy it when you hopped next to him and started playing with it, asking him questions why is he letting grow only so small piece of his hair. A sad smiled appeared on your lips as you remembered the moment you met. He didn’t really believe in neither you or Ani and none of you could see how important you would become for each other. What a wonderful team you would make in the future. It wasn’t fair that it all fell apart out of nowhere.

“Here you go,” Obi-Wan said, holding out a bowl of soup, waking you up from your trance.

“Thank you.”

After you finished your meal and your stomach felt better and you and Obi-Wan were sitting next to each other, both trying to get a grasp of this situation. You haven’t seen each other in 5 years and it didn’t look like you accomplished much. Quite the opposite. Former Jedi Master looked dragged from his current life, you could see the wrinkles forming on his face. He looked a lot older now. For you, it was your eyes. Obi-Wan remembered how they would always light up whenever you had some crazy idea or simply when you were happy and oh, how he loved your smile! Your eyes had a sparkle in them whenever you smiled or laughed. Now? Your eyes felt cold, tired and filled with sorrow. As if you’ve grown tougher during the time of your separation. He pointed that out.

“That’s because I had to grow up. Suddenly I had no one to look after me and as you know my entire life I had someone by my side. Whether that be my mom, my brother or my master or… Padmé or you. Life had been hard on me, Obi. That’s just how it is. In my core, I feel the same but on the outside, I lost a lot of my faith. But don’t play it on me. You’re damaged too.”

“I am not denying that.”

“Speaking of which, how do you like living on Tatooine?”

He laughed. “Like isn’t the word I would use. More like tolerate. But as you can see, I manage. Nobody’s visiting but sometimes I go to check up on Luke - much to your step-brother’s distaste when he notices me.”

Obi-Wan would swear on the Force that as he mentions Luke’s name, for a split second your eyes filled with that spark he thought you lost. Maybe you weren’t that doomed after all.

“Luke? My nephew? How is he? Is he tall already? I mean, I know, he’s 5 but is he okay? Are they taking good care of him?”

“Not to worry, milady. They are maybe too protective of him but he’s not actually lacking anything. He’s in good hands.”

“What does he look like? Does he have brown hair like Padmé or is he blonde?”

Obi-Wan was amused by your interest in your nephew. He knew you would ask him about Luke but he didn’t realise how eager you would be to find out more about him. “As far as I am concerned, he is blonde. He’s just like his father with blue eyes and I am sure he’s going to be an excellent pilot. Not like someone.” He gave you a side-glace and you looked at him in disbelieve. Is he really challenging me like this?

“Of course! Make fun of my flying skills! You know, I got better since the Clone Wars and I no longer crash-land as you could see back there.”

“I am never going to forget the moment when you almost killed us while landing and Anakin turned at me and said: ‘See, master? And you complain about my flying!’ I will always remember the face you made! And you didn’t want to talk to us the entire day.”

“You two totally deserved it! Don’t try to sugar-code it!”

“Silent treatment never resolved anything, Y/N. Besides, you could have us all killed.”

“No, we are not going down that road. I did save you so shut it, Jedi! I too have some tricks up my sleeve - you are not as perfect as you think you are.”

“Oh is that so? I thought I was being completely irresistible!”

Your body unintentionally reacted with a flush on your cheeks to his statement. Mostly because it was absolutely true and thanks to the fact that you ran out of ideas of how to out-sass him, you just proclaimed: “Okay, I give up.”

“And what were you doing this whole time? I suppose, you still don’t want to tell me the story behind the ship.”

“Well, no. But I was mostly just moving around the Outer Rim. Nothing too special. I wanted to stay off the radar for as long as possible and I think I was quite good at it. You know, putting my stealth-mastery into practice once again. You wouldn’t be proud of me though. I tried to be true to what I was taught since I was nine. To be a good person and to protect peace in the places I went to and I tried to suppress my emotions about all this but… I couldn’t do that. I thought that the Republic were the good guys and I thought that the Jedi, although not exactly always right, were too the good guys. We had each other’s back and now all of that is gone and call me stupid or naive for having hart time adjusting to that. Sometimes it just gets too rough and too much to take, knowing that all of what I was fighting for tumbled down… I’m sorry, it’s just been getting to me lately.”

Obi-Wan put a hand on your shoulder. “I understand. It wasn’t easy for neither of us but it was worse for you. I know how miserable you were when Yoda told you that you should stay out of Luke and Leia’s lives.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s bothering me.”

“What is it then? I am here, you can talk to me about anything. I might not have the solution but I am listening. If that’s enough?”

You were tense. How would you tell him this? How were you supposed to say it out loud? You could still see it in front of your eyes and it was haunting you in your dreams. Never in a million years would you thought that this would happen. After all that you’ve been through you thought he knew better and a part of you still felt like he didn’t deserve it. You closed your eyes to calm yourself down.

You swallowed. “Have you felt… something? Even if it was just in the back of your head…Do you know anything about Anakin?”

Now Obi-Wan knew what you meant. His hand rubbed your back as he sighed. He heard about him a couple of weeks ago. Anger, sadness and helplessness were boiling inside him. He thought Anakin died on Mustafar and when he overheard that Darth Vader was actually causing some problems out there in the Galaxy, he was horrified.

“I found out some time ago. I couldn’t believe it.”

You bit on your lip to stop the sobs coming out from your throat. Salty water blurred your vision. Your heart was aching. You somehow always felt that he wasn’t killed, the feeling of your brother was still present but to learn that he is now a huge threat in the galaxy was not only shocking but also tragic and traumatizing. You blinked and teardrops fell down. You quickly brushed them away and took three deeps breaths.

“Forgive me my sentiment but… It’s hard to deal with that because I remember all those times during the Clone Wars and despite the fact that it was a war, it was actually… Some of the best time of my life. We lost our friends, we were shaken and not once and we risked our lives for a better cause and we were heroes thanks to that but we… We had each other. Me, Anakin, Padmé and you. Even Ahsoka and Rex and Cody! It felt like a family. Yeah, a very dysfunctional family but… It was something to let you know where you belong… Where home is. If I wasn’t on a mission with Ani and Snips, I’d be with Padmé or you, just having the time of my life. It wasn’t perfect but if I knew what was to come, I would certainly more appreciate it then! Now I just…” You covered your face in your palms, crying. “I wish I could just forget that this is happening.” Echoed your voice from behind your hands.

Kenobi felt your despair and pulled you into him, letting you cry your feelings out while holding you in his arms. He himself didn’t exactly process the events yet, but he knew that you needed his support right now much more than he needed yours. He waited for you for five long years and he was ready to wait for next 50 if it meant he could see you one more time. Now he didn’t want to make your issues seem smaller because he felt betrayed too. He wanted to help you get through this so he kept on rocking you back and forward until you looked up. He caressed your cheek and lightly kissed your forehead. He was well aware of what your supposed family meant for you so he decided to let you feel like you still have at least a part of it. Because you do. Dispite his Jedi teaching, he would never let you go.

“Tomorrow I’m going to take you to see Luke. Owen will probably throw us out but if it is going to help you, I’ll take you there.”

“Thank you, Obi-Wan. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it, Y/N.”

You melted into his embrace and listened to his heartbeat. He was a soothing presence to you. He’s always been. After getting over your depressive emotions, you found a warm feeling creeping up from inside you. You buried it deep down so it wouldn’t bring you pain while you and Obi were apart. As you were so close there, it was coming back up to the surface. This time, though, there was no Code, no Jedi Council, no forbidden attachments to make you feel wrong about what you felt. Obi-Wan sensed this change in mood and smiled to himself. He felt it coming back too.

After you both showered - separately, may I add, we’re not there yet - and changed into more comfortable clothes, you decided to go to sleep. He insisted you keep the bed to which you replied: “Obi-Wan, there’s no way you’re sleeping on the floor and I want to feel like I am not alone in here so just… Are you up for cuddles? Please? I need my cuddling buddy back.”

He just shook his head in amusement and didn’t say anything. He couldn’t reject you at this point. Not to mention that when you were together on missions to deal with some Jedi business with no one around, snuggles were on a daily basis. Although I must say, there was one time when Anakin appeared out of the blue, saw you two getting way too close for friends and wouldn’t shut up about it for a week. It was kind of cue though.

Obi-Wan tugged himself under the sheets next to you on his not-so-comfortable bed and lay on his back. You put your arm around him and placed your head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady and calming. Even though you were tired, you couldn’t close your eyes to fall asleep. You had to wonder what is Luke like and what will you feel when you see him. You held him once when he was born and couldn’t help but wonder if he is Force-sensitive too. It would be only logical.

“Obi-Wan?”

“Umhm…”

“Do you think that Luke and Leia should be raised to be Jedi?”

“Well, I hope so. I don’t know about Leia but Luke is so much like Anakin when he was a child, it would surprise me if he wouldn’t grow up to be one.”

“Who’s going to show him?”

“I am. If you’ll stay, you can help.”

You tighten your grip around him. “I don’t know. The problem is that I and Ani had such a bond through the Force and I still feel him and I fear that if I stay here, he may be able to find me.”

“Why would he come back to the planet that represents everything he despises? Slavery, his mother’s death, sand.”

“I know but he had the chance to kill me before as a Vader and he didn’t. What if the Sith have some plans with me? What if they want me to turn to the Dark side?”

“I highly doubt that would happen.” He protectively put his arms around you. “Mace Windu taught you about the Dark side and when they could turn you to it completely, they had no interest in doing that. Why would they suddenly change their minds?”

“I don’t know. I guess you’re right but the possibility of hurting you or Luke is making me go nuts.”

“I understand that but again, Anakin knew that even with your knowledge of the Force and with our feelings for each other being strictly against the Code, you stayed loyal to the Order. Even now when things are so uncivilized, you still decided not to turn, that shows your strength and even if Vader senses you, he will see that.”

“You mean he would rather kill me than try to turn me? Yeah, cool, can’t wait.”

“You know what I meant. You don’t need to worry about him. If he comes, which he won’t, he’ll have to get over me first, anyway.” He kissed your hair and whispered: “Good night, my love.”

You spent so much time in space and on cold planets that now walking around the sands of Tatooine was an absolute horror. You were sweating and thirsty and the two suns high on the sky were blinding your vision. You and Obi were on your way to Owen and Beru’s moisture farm. You never saw or met them but Ani told you about them. He blamed them a little bit for not searching for Shmi and you couldn’t help but feel the same. You were sure they were good people but at the same time maybe if they did something more, your mom would be still alive. You knew these thoughts were not the Jedi way but let’s face it, you and your brother were never the perfect examples of the Jedi.

Obi-Wan stopped and pointed into the distance where you could see a small dot on the horizon.

“That is where they live but maybe you should go on your own. Owen isn’t really fond of me and if you arrive alone and say that you are his step-sister, he’s probably gonna let you in. I’ll wait for you somewhere here.”

“Okay. Thank you, Obi-Wan. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome but umm, I changed my name.”

“You changed your name? To what?”

“I call myself Ben Kenobi now.”

You sighed. “Satine used to call you that.”

He just nodded and you smiled at him. She meant so much for him when they were young that you understood why he did that. He wanted to pay her some tribute. Besides, you would have done the same if you were at his place.

“Well, Ben, wish me luck.”

He squizzed your hand and started to walk away. You swallowed and walked the other way, towards your distant family house. You were nervous and excited at the same time. You desperately wanted to meet Luke but you didn’t know what would Owen and Beru think about you being there. As you almost reached your destination, a sight in front of you made you stop in your tracks. There was a little blonde boy sitting in sand playing with some droid parts. He didn’t seem to notice you so you stood there amazed. He looked exactly like his father. You felt tears of happiness mixed with nostalgia burn in your eyes. You covered your mouth as Luke’s toy fell apart and he mumbled under his breath. You sniffed and made your way to where he was sat.

Luke turned around startled. “Hello. Who are you?”

“Hi…” you whispered, gaining strength to speak more. “Umm, you’re Luke Skywalker, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. But I asked you first.” He made a grimace of childish anger and you had to smile. You dropped to his level and held out your hand. “My name is Y/N Skywalker.”

His expression changed. Obviously he knew that name and kept on wandering his eyes between your hand and your face. 

“You are my dad’s sister?”

You nodded.

“Uncle and aunt told me about you. They said you would never come.” He took your hand and held onto it.

“I am sorry. For everything. I am so sorry, Luke. You were supposed to live with your parents somewhere else and enjoying your life very differently.”

“I like it here.” He was genuine but you knew that one day this place would be too tiny for him.

“Okay.” You stroke his cheek and you sensed the Force in him but he pulled away.

“I shouldn’t talk to strangers.”

That hurt. You were a stranger. He didn’t know you and even if you loved your nephew so much, this was the first time he saw you.

“That’s right, you shouldn’t. I hope that one day I won’t be a stranger to you anymore but for now… It was lovely to meet you, Luke.”

“Sure. It was lovely to meet you too, umm…Should I call aunt Y/N?”

“That’d be great.”

“What would be great?” 

Both your heads shot up as you heard a voice. There was a man with scruffy in grey robes and he looked mad.

“Luke, come here.”

“It’s okay, uncle. This is Y/N. She’s my dad’s sister. You told me about her.”

You stood up and Owen frowned at you. He shook your hand, though he was suspicious.

“Luke is telling the truth. I am Anakin Skywalker’s sister and just came to say hello. I never had a chance to properly meet him and I stopped by and I couldn’t go without meeting my nephew. You too. From what I understand, you are my step-brother. Thank you for taking care of the boy.”

Owen crossed his arms over his chest. “Kenobi told you where to find us?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No. I’m glad that we finally met but I don’t want your Jedi stuff anywhere near Luke. His parents had life bad enough and I don’t want him to get hurt like they and you did.”

You blinked confused. You sensed Luke’s connection to the Force and you knew he would become aware of it sooner or later. “We got burned. Many times, I admit but neither Ben Kenobi nor I mean any harm to him or to you.”

“I believe you. On the other hand, why add insult to injury?”

A sandstorm was raging outside. You were supposed to be on your way by now but something always came into it, making it impossible for you to leave the planet. You’ve been living with Obi-Wan for 9 days now and as much as you were scared something unfortunate was going to happen because of your sibling bond, you couldn’t deny how your mood improved over time. You finally had a moment to breathe, to live, to drop the worries because when he was around simply being himself, it was so easy to forget the reality. It would come back to hit you later but when he was telling you stories, he heard in the Mos Eisley Cantina and you two would laugh, it didn’t matter. When you two cooked and tried to combine both of your (anti)talents, sometimes it resulted in friendly arguments and spilt tea. At night, you would fall asleep in each other’s arms only to wake up to the warmth of the body next to you and the calming feeling of safety. If there would be anyone to witness it, they’d say they’re watching a married couple doing normal things. It felt right being there, being like that, although it was a bit strange at first. It made you feel wanted, welcomed and loved. It gave you a sense of much-needed belonging. Little did you know that Obi-Wan felt the same.

It was already late at night but you couldn’t sleep and the sandstrom made you feel uncomfortable. It had been 15 years since the last time you experienced one and you didn’t like remembering it. It brought up old fears to the surface. Lucky for you, though, former Jedi Master managed to stay up as well to keep you company.

“Will you finally tell me where did you get the ship?”

You smirked. “From a friend.”

“A friend? What friend?”

“Don’t be jealous.”

“I am not! I am just… curious.”

You turned to sit on the bed face to face with him. “We’re not the only survivors of the Purge. There are more Jedi in the galaxy.”

“I knew we couldn’t be the only ones!” His eyes filled with hope.

“I met a guy called Kal Cestis. He was a padawan when it happened. He helped me to get my new ship. Not exactly new but better than nothing since my original one broke down.”

“Hmm… Interesting. Do you know anything about Ahsoka?”

“Unfortunately no. I haven’t seen her anywhere. Not that I’ve been to many places but if she’s alive, she’s hidden well.”

“I don’t think she gave up like that. She must be somewhere out there.”

“I really hope that she is. I miss her.”

“We both do,” Obi replied and caressed your cheek. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. It was an intimate moment that you decided to delve into.

Obi-Wan was watching you, trying to print this image in his memory. He never wanted to forget you and the way you made him feel. It was precious and sacred to him. You were captivating, graceful and he was thanking the Force every day for bringing you back into his miserable life. He didn’t deserve you and yet he never wanted to let go off you. He couldn’t. He knew it was selfish of him to want you all for himself but he was too attached.

“Y/N?”

“Um?” You opened your eyes to look into his. You were cantured by his intense gaze and your lips parted. You weren’t used to him staring at you like that as if you were the most devine creature in the galaxy and your cheeks turned the deepest shade of pink.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your stomach flipped and your held your breath for a second. You blinked several times before placing your hand over his, still resting on your cheek. “Yes.” was a simple word but there was so much more behind it.

Obi-Wan lowered his head to your level and cupped your face to pull you to him. You couldn’t believe it. After so many years of loving this man and having to hide it, you were able to finally express it. You waited for him to softly press his lips to yours. It was sweet, slow and filled with so much emotion. All of the unsaid ‘I love you’s, all of the suppressed feelings, all of it finally blossemed into this special moment. Electricity ran through both of you at the slight touch. It was new and you couldn’t quite put a finger on this feeling inside you. It was your first kiss after all! Obi-Wan was your first crush, first love, now first kiss and most definitelly he was going to be your first also in another way.

He pulled away to see your reactions but you didn’t let him. Your hands shifted to his neck and brought him back to you. He started kissing you properly this time and let himself loose. Deepening the kiss, he found himself hovering over you and soon you were lying under him. You both laughed as your back hit the bed. He kissed you one more time and lay down onto his side next to you. You stared in his eyes that reflected all the kindness in the world.

“Y/N, I know where you stand, I know Master Yoda told you to stay away from Luke and Leia and I know that you’re afraid what would happen if you stay here longer but please. We’ll figure it out somehow… I love you, Y/N. I have for years now.” He brushed your hair out of your forehead and played with it for a while. “I can’t let you go after this. I won’t. I wanted to be with you for so long and now that we are finally allowed to be ourselves freely, I am begging not to go. Please.” 

“I have already made up my mind and I am not backing up.”

He kissed the tip of your nose to shut you and took your hand in his. “Yes. It is up to you in the end. I can’t make decisions for you, I know. I don’t want you to go but the last thing that I do want is to be forcing you into something. Even if you'll leave… I promise that I will wait for you. I have waited ages, I can wait a little longer. I’d really rather not but you are worth it, stars.”

“Obi-Wan…”

He smiled sadly and it broke your heart. He was giving you freedom even when he was lonely. He was fully aware of your stubborness but this time you gave in.

“You are the love of my life. You’ve always been. I have loved you so much all this time and I always will. I want to stay but I am too scared that something’s gonna happen to you or to Luke so I… I thought about it and…” You squeezed his hand. “I decided to cut myself of from the Force so that I could have a life with you.”

“What?!”

“I have made my peace with it. I am like a beacon to Vader if he decides to search for me, this is the only way I can have what I want. You.”

Obi was staring in disbelief. You just decided what your faith was going to be and Obi-Wan was the happiest man alive. He was shooked at first but soon happiness and pure joy took over him and he hugged you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You pulled him even closer to you as you let the sandstorm outside be completelly forgotten. 

It’s been about a week since you and Obi were living officially together in your new home. It wasn’t ideal nor perfect but hey! What is in this galaxy, right?

You were walking hand-in-hand from a town where you successfully sold your ship, Soka. It was a little sad since she reminded you of your adveture with Kal and of your friend Snips but at the same time, you were most likely never going to need her again. Hopefully.

The two suns were shinning bright, tanning your skin. The course and rough sand was cracking underneath your weight as you walked. The dry air made you thirsty and at some point you couldn’t help but cough. You two were wandering around the place without putting much thought into it and before you knew it, you pauzed.

“Won’t we reach the spot were you first landed on Tatooine if you continue walking that way?”

“I think we will.”

“So this is where it all started. The Skywalker’s journey straight to the botom!”

“Not straight.”

You gave him a you-know-what-I-mean look.

“I’m just teasing. Sorry, Y/N.”

“You always are, I don’t mind but... Actually, you know what? I think I want to change my name too.”

“What? Why? Your name is so lovely!”

“Because it is my choice, not yours, mine. I guess I want to asociate myself with something different. I want to disconnect from my past and focus on the future. Luke’s gonna carry on the Skywalker legacy. It wouldn’t fair if no one carried on yours. Besides, Y/N Kenobi sounds pretty great, doesn’t it?”

Obi-Wan was staring at you with open mouth. “You want to take my last name?”

You put your arms around his shoulders. “I do. I mean, you’re not getting married but still you can take this as a sign of my devotion. I truly, deeply love you and I want to be all yours - body, soul, even the surname.”

He didn’t know exactly how to react to that, so he just crashed his lips onto yours. He was astonished. “I love you so much, my sweet Y/N. You are the greatest thing that happened to me. Although not the name, I am yours too. Body and soul.”

You pulled him into a tight embrace. People passing you by were giving you strange looks but it’s not like any of you cared. You simply stayed in the moment, forgetting all your worries. It was a promising day for you two, after all. Promising for your relationship but most importantly it meant a new start. It was an enterance to a brighter state of existance and a new stage in life. A stage where you could finally be a little selfish and build a life for yourselves. A life where your and Obi’s love, was the only thing that mattered.