#you the garden and the grave

[blackkatmagic]

Granta. Honey. Someone (or many someones) is going to show him no-strings-attached affection and it is going to Break His Brain

Xanatos get back here and answer for your parenting crimes!!

:)

Granta thinks of Jaster's grief for his missing children and closes his eyes, dragging a hand over his hair. Stupid to think of anything except Jaster being attractive. How Jaster treats his own children doesn’t matter in the least. Particularly not when he’s clearly proud of them, when they haven’t failed him. When Granta did fail, and Tura and Xanatos’s anger would be entirely justified.

And then, light, fingertips catch his wrist, tug it down.

Granta blinks, then raises a brow, glancing at the Mandalorian. The man’s attention is entirely on his wrist, though, the still-raw gash from Gar Saxon’s blade. Myles's bacta was enough to start it healing, but it still looks unpleasant.

“Where is this from?” the man asks, glancing up at Granta. His eyes are faintly narrowed, something like offense in his face that makes Granta want to poke, to prod.

“What, you’ve never seen a Mandalorian threaten to cut someone’s hand off before?” he asks with a lazy smile. “I think I’d look dashing with a prosthetic, personally. Tor might have done me a favor, if he’d gone through with it.”

“Tor,” the Mandalorian repeats, tone sliding towards grim. “The Vizsla bastard.”

Granta snorts. “I certainly hope you’ve called him that to his face at least once,” he says, amused. “Is that why you're stuck here with the rest of us?”

There's a moment of silence as the man stares down at the cut, then a breath. He draws Granta's wrist up, shifts his hold to catch Granta’s fingers in his own instead. Dips his head, stray strands of dark hair slipping around his face, and kisses Granta's knuckles, light, without lingering.

The touch is cold, almost icy, but it still makes Granta's breath catch.

“Tor will pay for what he’s done,” the Mandalorian says. “And all the traditions he’s broken.” He glances up, holding Granta's gaze, and his eyes are dark and sharp and perfectly steady. “You deserve to get your teeth in his throat, Master Vizsla.”

[skuleighrose]

"...Bestow upon you chaos and mayhem..."

she is hella in his lap and the rude person is interrupting >.<

[amorremanet]

*lace harding voice* seriously?! right in front of my sandwich???

[bonefall]

even though I've never read the books, i love how you handle the women in this series.

The utter lack of interest in the internal lives of women characters in WC kills me. If you don't read the series it's hard to put it into words, but it really does not value women on the same level as their male counterparts

I think the best example I can use is Turtle Tail. All of her choices, from going to live with Bumble, choosing a "cruel man" as a mate, and even her grief when Bumble dies, all only happen as accessories to Gray Wing's arc.

Living with Bumble was because Gray Wing was obsessing over a woman who didn't love him, neglecting Turtle who does

Choosing Tom the Wifebeater was also because Gray Wing didn't appreciate her enough

She accepts that her friend's murder was just an unfortunate accident and her emotions carried her away in the moment, because Gray Wing needs to be right that his brother is a good boy

In this way, Turtle Tail's emotions and motivations aren't allowed to really be about her. They're about how her romantic interest influences her. And then she's crushed by a car for his man pain after they've explored every other way her life could make him sad.

This does not happen with men. Even characters like Stemleaf and Larksong, whose primary narrative purpose is dying for their wife's pain, have functions outside of that. Stemleaf gives his life opposing the tyranny of the impostor in a rebellion, and Larksong has input on The Kin, SkyClan, and even serves as a source of comfort and support to a son who he's never met in contrast to the unreasonable mother.

There's just so much more respect and reverence to the toms in this series. You have to be in the POV of a molly to get depth, and even then, they nearly always (exceptions being mothwing and mistystar) include a major conflict over romance and/or parenthood

(And they usually get punished for their choices a lot harder than male counterparts. Directly contrast Crookedstar and Sparkpelt, who both distance themselves from their children out of grief, but only one has to deal with the lasting consequences of being a "bad parent")

Anyway, enough wistful analysis. It is MY kitchen and I get to choose the conflicts. It is my personal mission to write lots and lots of women persuing a higher education in STEM. Sadism, Torture, Evisceration, and Murder <3

[cairafea]

+ template for all your shino meme needs

3am shino strikes again, i see you're all bugboy appreciators as well.

(i won't be posting shino all the time since i'm using this blog as a place for all my doodles, but rest assured bugboy is very dear to my heart <3)

[thatsladyfaggottoyou]

My James/Madeleine obsession is reaching. some weird new heights.

[doctordeathawaits]

anytime an anti accidentally comes across this blog and comments on a tip post my reaction is always '' Stink !! /pos What are you doing here stink !!! why are you here my pookie bear !!! WHY DID YOU STRAY AWAY FROM THE PATH OF LIGHT BABY??????? ''

[yashley]

if you would’ve told me that on the 10 year anniversary of my love’s passing the universe would release a mournful song of the character who unbelievably mirrored my own deep loss and saved me from my pit of grief, i’d have no words. i have no words.

[privet-sosed]

matching profile pictures for you and your EX-SON, who was taken away along with a good storyline.

[bisan-is-trying]

Some dude keeps stealing plants from our front yard and it's driving my mother and i insane. Like last week they stole a big potted tree from in front of our door and then yesterday they tried to steal a cactus plant but then they gave up and decided to cut it using a knife instead??? Literally what the heck??? They could’ve asked and my mom would have sent them home with 35 different types of plants because that’s how she is, but noooo they decided to steal and break the stuff they couldn't steal???

[kiankiwi]

Hi guys HEADS UP/PSA:

I am going to go on a vacation! To GRACELAND! So Idk if I will have wifi for about 2 weeks! I will be here and check in when i can (uploading pics and stuff to show you guys!) BUT if you guys have sent me a request or an ask in the last few days, I hope you will be patient with me because I will not be able to get those up until after I get back (and I will be back in the first week of DECEMBER!)

I just hope you will be patient with me and not just up and leave because I might not be able to answer for a few days

I am so grateful that you guys read my fics and enjoy them so much and I'm so happy to pump out fics for you but I'll be gone for a while. I'll still check in when I get wifi

LOVE YOU GUYS!! Thank you for being patient with me!!!! <3

@bellanotchewrites @mooodyblue @arianatheangel-girl @elvisthesillygoose

@ everyone who sends me anon asks too!!! <33333

[blackkatmagic]

Anything you're working on right now that that you're having fun with?

“Here,” the slicer says, and the datachip appears between his fingers like magic. Not a Force trick, and Maul will never admit it, but all the more impressive for that fact.

Faintly grudging, because finding a smuggler impressive feels rather like a steep fall from where he should be, Maul accepts the chip, slotting it into his pad to check the contents. All the information he requested is there, plus extra, and he frowns.

“I won't be paying you more than the agreed amount,” he warns, and the gambler rolls his eyes.

“I'm not asking you to,” he counters, and the flash of his smile is charming, even if facial hair on Humans has always struck Maul as off-putting, and this man is no exception. “Look, I got into the systems and just wanted to poke around a bit, so I had some fun with it. If anything’s wrong, I can change it back.”

Maul snorts, but he flips through the entries, checking them over carefully, and doesn’t find anything that will have him caught immediately. Except—

“You will need to change my Master,” he says, unimpressed. “I asked for a missing Jedi for a very good reason.”

“What? But you said accomplished, and the Master of the Order is the most accomplished Jedi, right?” The smuggler slides in close to look, but when Maul narrows his eyes at him, he huffs and retreats. “Look, I have no idea how the Order categorizes its Jedi, but they don’t have a missing filter I can sort by. Do you have a name?”

Sidious kept careful track of the more powerful Jedi, and Maul considers Antilles, dismisses him as too young. Diath is in regular contact with the Temple, given that he has a padawan, and his family tends to keep training confined to family members regardless. Ven’nari, while tempting, is too unpredictable, and the Kaminoan Jedi has been missing for too long to be reasonable, but—

“Master Fay,” he says, and the gambler pulls up his own pad, flips a new screen open, and starts working. Maul studies the files flickering past over his shoulder, then rolls his eyes. “Not Fae, she’s been dead for centuries. That one.”

“Makes more sense,” the man says, grinning. Maul refuses to be charmed. “Thanks. All right, I’ll drop her name in. Want her file?”

It’s likely better for Maul to have some knowledge of the Master who supposedly trained him, though from what he knows of her, her file will be immensely boring. Maul wrinkles his nose, but nods shortly. “The GAR’s systems gave you no trouble?”

That gets him a flash of white teeth, perfectly confident, just an edge of dangerous. It’s a smile that would almost make a Zabrak proud. “That was even easier than the Order’s systems. It’s like they’ve never had a slicer even test them before.”

Knowing Sidious, it’s more likely he wants to create as many openings as possible for Dooku's forces. Maul wrinkles his nose, but checks those listings as well, and smiles thinly. There’s little more satisfying than undercutting an enemy who never even saw a threat approaching. “Delightful. Apparently you're worth the credits after all.”

[hyenagurl]

female fronted goth rock bands >>>>>>

[dysaniadisorder]

hey i learned about the Olala & the universe thing TODAY and im not gonna stop thinking about it for months

[likesaly]

"Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat" "With heaven above you, there's hell over me""You said what about us, well what about me?" "Hang from the gallows, asleep in the rain" "This is a wasteland, my only retreat Paralyze me! Don't let me jump, don't let me fall"

/Lyr

(Song is Hell Above by PTV)

Bonus:

Based of one of my txt posts

Here's a taste of source (kinda) expect Shinobu didn't give me any ramune, though I did get tea /lh

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

i have such an intense hatred for cinemasins-esque commentary on movies. where is your whimsy. where is your suspension of disbelief. do you hate fun.