This is the greatest map I have ever seen. I want an interactive version where you can click on any city in the world and get a pop-up list of all the climate-equivalent cities.
so it turns out this exists and it makes a fine rabbit hole for passing the time during a conference call
Post-battle‘OMG we’re alive, I can’t believe it, let’s bang’ is a fun trope and all, but do you know what I wanna see more of in my threads?
Post-battle: -Lacing their bloodstained fingers together and giving a reassuring squeeze to let the other know they’re alright -forehead touches accompanied by relieved chuckles and shared breath -’OMG we’re alive, I can’t believe it’ bear hugs that nearly crush the life out of each other, but ‘holy shit we’re alive so I don’t care if it feels like you’re about to break my back just don’t let go!’ -Bloodied fingertips reaching up to clean away dirt from the other’s features, only to smear it across their nose or cheek, causing them both to laugh and stare at each other adoringly -Anxiously checking each other over before the dust even settles, thanking whatever higher power exists that neither are badly wounded -Carefully cleaning and bandaging each others wounds once they’ve made it to a safe place -Falling asleep in each other’s arms from sheer exhaustion, as the adrenaline finally wears off on the ride home -Finally finding each other on the battlefield, practically leaping at one another in relief, before backpedaling in discomfort from all the wounds they didn’t realize they had, only to chuckle about it and pull each other into a soft, affectionate kiss, smiling like idiots through it all because ‘dammit, we survived!’
Seriously, I just want more post-battle fluff that doesn’t automatically lead to sex. Because, let’s be realistic, there’s no way either one of them has the energy for that post-battle.
Summary: Sasori decides to do a favor for the fairy king, presently known as Third. Who owes who is a subject of scholarly debate.
Warnings: sexual quid pro quo, power difference, sasori is plotting and third goes along with it, oral, adult things, so forth. Please read part one first.
In which Ahsoka is a time-traveler, Jango narrowly avoids leading his own political faction to death, and Quinlan’s got a massive crush on a pair of aggressively hypercompetent weirdos.
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When Ahsoka wakes up on an unfamiliar planet, dressed for the wrong weather and with no memory of how she arrived, she is… not as surprised as she could be. She’s been through even more weird Force things than most Jedi, and she’s not going to pretend that sudden transportation is even a first.
Okay. So. Snow. Trees. Maybe a temperate planet in winter, maybe a mixed-climate planet with a mostly snow zone. Maybe a snow planet just warm enough for certain kinds of trees. Daylight, so she can’t see the stars to help her figure out where she is, but it does tell her there’s only one sun. Atmosphere is breathable, gravity similar to Coruscant.
That doesn’t tell her where she is of course, barely narrows it down, but it’s good to catalogue these things.
She leverages herself to her feet and bounces a few times on her toes, trying to get her blood pumping. It’s frippin’ cold,and if she’d known she was ending up here, she’d have been able to use the Force to keep herself warm, instead of warming herself up.
No visual or auditory sign of civilization, but she can smell the faintest trace of speeder fuel waste gasses, and burned tibanna. There’s a city, probably klicks and klicks away, but reachable.
So… she needs to find it. Figure out where she is. Get a ride out. Let Bail know.
(She gets to call him Bail, now. That’s incredibly cool.)
(She is nineteen and a survivor, and so she takes her joy where she can find it.)
Finding civilization first. She closes her eyes. She reaches out to the Force. It sings back, lighter than she’s grown used to in the Core.
There are Jedi here.
There are dozens of Jedi here, and they are ready to do battle.
