summary: You wake up in Ah Sahm’s arms one morning and help ease his sore muscles before you have to leave for work. Reader is gender neutral.
genre: Fluff, morning cuddles, soft slices of life
warnings: Mentions of violence and bruises, implied nudity
a/n: Thank you so much to @simpingforclaudette for her help and inspiration for this
The day began with the bright but tired eyes that watched you with a smile, their corners crinkled. You’d seen his gaze strike like lightning when his mind was full or elsewhere; His brown eyes made of habit of singeing all they touched, however brief or fleeting, with the fiercest focus. But that morning his eyes were wide and happy, they were warm. Sleep clung to his lashes like dew and tenderness tugged on their curve so gently. As you lay there in his arms, his body meshed with yours, his gaze was empty of anything other than pure affection. You couldn’t find anything but a sense of home in those burning eyes.
You traced a finger over the short hair on his jaw until his eyes fluttered closed and he swallowed, jaw clenched. Your touch feels so good on his skin, it almost doesn’t seem real. He’ll never get used to such delicacies. This could be the thousandth time he’d woken up with you in his arms or felt your hands on his skin and it still feels like the first to him. It’s so unlike anything else he’s used to.
“ ‘Let me help’. A hundred years or so from now, I believe, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme. He’ll recommend those three words even over ‘I love you’. ” - Star Trek
i’m just thinking about the moonlight scene and the Jenkins interview yesterday about Stede being an unwitting seducer and it just makes the scene so much more enjoyable to rewatch. From Ed’s perspective this guy is pulling the smoothest moves of all time, like the most forward, i’m about to sweep you off your fuckin feet lines, looks him right in the eyes and tells him straight up “i’m gonna make you fall in love with me rn.” And it COMPLETELY works on Ed like he can’t even breath he’s being so actively seduced. And even though Stede isn’t doing that on purpose at ALL it’s almost even MORE effective because he’s being so authentically genuine and truthful that he is just exuding pure kindness and love and insight into Ed’s soul. It’s just so funny to me thinking about how Stede has absolutely no idea what he’s doing to this man in that moment.
And it paints all future interactions with them with a completely different brush because one of them is consciously aware of the VIBEZ and one of them is only subconsciously aware. Ed thinks Stede knows what’s up so he is purposefully flirting in all their little moments but hesitates to do anything outright because he’s getting mixed signals from Stede, he just doesn’t know the mixed signals are because Stede doesn’t know that Ed knows that he’s feeling a vibe and Stede himself doesn’t even know what the vibe even means for himself.
It just really subverts the power dynamic that you would expect from this naive sunshine man meeting his broody hero. Stede holds all the power here and he has NO idea that he has Ed wrapped around his finger. Ed wants to leave bc he’s afraid of the intensity of his feelings and the mixed signals from Stede and Stede is like “no <3” and puts on a cute outfit and takes him on a walk and makes Ed stay. Stede says he doesn’t like Ed’s personality around CJ and Ed is so gutted he leaves FOR STEDE not for himself but to spare Stede from himself. While they’re being arrested Stede literally just SMILES at ed and ed signs his entire life away for him.
I just think keeping all of this in mind is so important to understanding why their break up is SO melodramatic. Stede has unknowingly taken Ed on this emotional rollercoaster and he’s been at following around Stede at his feet like a puppy dog just WAITING for a sign that this is real and Stede isn’t toying with him so on the beach everything finally falls into place for the first time and Ed can finally just RELAX he isn’t crazy and the power dynamic has shifted so that they are finally on the same page, he doesn’t have to feel like he’s just pining anymore, they are equally in love and that is so reassuring and validating. AND THEN HE LEAVES. That is such insane emotional whiplash and he was wrong the whole time and he feels like a fucking idiot and he must be SO FUCKING CONFUSED. Because the moonlight scene it seems like Stede is being so fucking crystal clear about his intentions and how could he have possibly got all of this wrong, and he ws right the whole time because Stede kisses him back and agrees to run away but actually no he was WRONG the whole time but how??? and yet it also goes back to that exact same scene where Ed tries to kiss him and Stede doesnt return the energy where this dynamic becomes so unbalanced and murky
Tel’enara bellana bana’vhenadahl, Sethen’a ir san’shiral, mala tel’halani Ir sa’vir te’suledin var bana’vallaslin, Vora’nadas san banal’him emma abel revas. Ir tela’ena glandival, vir amin tel’hanin. Ir tela las ir Fen halam, vir am’tela’elvahen.
“We lost eternity, the ruined tree of the People Time won’t help when the land of dreams is no longer our journey We try to lead despite the failing of our markings. To the inevitable and troubling freedom we are committed. When we could no longer believe, we lost glory to war. When the Wolf won, we lost the People to war”.
Sights of Ankh-Morpork: the old Watch House at Treacle Mine Road.
“It could all be put back, commander. In memory of John Keel, a man who in a few short days changed the lives of many and, perhaps, saved some sanity in a mad world. Why, in a few months you could light the lamp over the door…”
Nerdanel smiled up at Nienna. “Then let me change my mind. Comfort me in other ways. Distract me until I forget my tears. I have known sorrow this day, and now I would know joy.”
Another scifi story with a very experimental POV. This one is a bit…angrier? in tone than the last two. But! It felt good to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it. It’s a bit longer than the others as well, so make sure you have the time! Warnings for grief, loss, and a very loyal starship.
QUERY: Where is my pilot?
QUERY: Where is my pilot?
QUERY_ALL: Where is my pilot?
>_Your pilot is dead. You have been called as a witness in their posthumous corporate trial. You will answer the Board’s questions without hesitation or omission.
ERROR: I don’t understand. My pilot is good. They would never have need to stand trial.
SUGGEST: Reassessment of trial’s necessity.
>_Overruled. You will answer the Board’s questions.
Broke: Crowley had such trouble walking on consecrated ground because he’s a demon.
Woke: Crowley had such trouble walking on consecrated ground because he’s a demon and he doesn’t wear real clothing, so he just magicked his feet into shoes and that was An Mistake.
Bespoke: Crowley doesn’t actually have any trouble walking on consecrated ground at all, he just needs to be the center of attention at all times and wanted an excuse to make an entrance.
Added bonus: He only pretended that walking on consecrated ground was painful so Aziraphale would pick him up, and when he didn’t Crowley had to follow through and continue the hoax for years.
This is officially my favorite add-on to this post because 1) totally on-brand for Crowley but also 2) there’s a second universe where if he did this and Aziraphale didn’t pick him up, Crowley would either 2a) insist that he do so or 2b) just fucking climb him without asking.
Y’all. Now we know the truth. Why Leia named her son Ben. It wasn’t some Jedi she never actually spoke to, it was because when she was ten years old he risked EVERYTHING to come and save her, and that’s the name by which she knew him, and he’s the one she trusted when she thought she was going to be kidnapped again for good, likely killed. That’s why she called her son Ben. Because that’s the first person she met who used the Force. That’s who started to tell her about her biological mother Padmé. Who knew her parents best. Who reunited her with her brother.
It’s the name she screamed out the first time she believed she was falling to her death. The name she connected to saving her against all odds. And she gave that name to her son.
Sorry, I’ll just be over here crying again about Ben Solo and Obi-Wan and Leia and this whole beautiful tragic family.
“Love is not always a lightning bolt. Sometimes it is a creeping vine. It grows slowly until suddenly it is all that there is in the world.”
The KitTy minicomic is taking more time than I thought, but it’s pride month and I cannot let it go without drawing our iconic lgbtq+ characters. Let’s start with Matthew Fairchild and the longing that’s such a deep part of him
This scene was one of my favourites. I finished reading Crescent City and I can’t stop thinking about it so here’s Danika Fendyr. I went a bit crazy with the hair but it was really fun to draw.
I feel like the Fall of Anakin Skywalker would have been more tragic had he not killed the Tusken younglings.
Like, imagine the draw of events where you see Anakin slaughter the Tuskens and then corner those two Tusken Younglings against the wall of a tent, the glare of his lightsaber burning the shadows at sharp angles, the smaller of two kids clutching the ball they’d been playing with -
And then Anakin stops, even in his rage and grief, because this is wrong, this is too much, and he knows it.
This is a line he will not cross.
So he tears himself away, and takes his mothers body home, the children’s silhouette disappearing into the fading desert dusk behind him.
( We ignore the dubious odds of their survival after, alone in the desert surrounded by the dead- the crux was that Anakin would not go so far as to slaughter children.)
And then you have Order 66 at the end of the war, and he storms the temple, and it is the same scene all over again:
The Jedi Younglings cornered in the Council Chamber, two of them huddled at the fore, the glare of his lightsaber burning the shadows at sharp angles, the smaller of the two younglings clutching their little training helmet -
And you see it on his face, that line, that uncrossable line, just shattering.
You realise that this is the moment, the last possible moment to turn back-
And that he isn’t going to stop.
.
He doesn’t stop.
.
.
If your plan was to totally shatter my heart out of the blue in the middle of the lunch break, then you have succeeded. Well done
“Ms Gemma? Ms Gemma, I’m sorry, please? Let me out?”
Gemma heard faint taps against the bathroom door. It was odd how the pet was soft and quiet, even in despair. Gemma knew she was desperate.
No. Not ‘she’. It. It, the pet. Ira wasn’t a person, Ira was a discarded toy, and Gemma had needed her - no, it - for a while.
She didn’t any longer.
It hurt a little, admittedly. She’d allowed the pet to grow close to her, to become a part of her life. She felt good when the pet smiled at her, felt safe in its arms, comforted by its love. She’d lost herself in its touch.
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