Sword and Pen

♱ ALL THE KING'S HORSES ♱

a/n: it's october 13th right? totally the day i was supposed to post this? so i am deep in my cassian feels and have been re-watching andor as well as rogue one yesterday. which is why i finally got inspo for this prompt. it's more angsty than i intended, but that always seems to happen. expect me to randomly drop kinktober prompts here and there throughout january, because my brain is slowly waking up.

day thirteen - against a wall + rough sex | kinktober 2022

summary: a near death experience makes both of you realize your feelings for one another.

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pairing: cassian andor x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, fighting, angst, talk of death, rough sex, emotions.

aang haters are so insane cause you’re literally hating on happiness personified????????

he is literally just a guy

who is five apples tall

and needs his sleep

who am i if not a guy who wears the same stupid little necklace. All the time.

No, no, but don't you think it's weird how often we put things into our mouth just to hold them? It's even weirder if there's somewhere nearby where we could temporarily place those things but decide not to. It's a habit that's so engraved in human nature that it's even portrayed in all kinds of media.

I was sewing something a few days ago. Sitting at my very large desk that would have been the perfect place to hold my stuff. I still held the pins in my mouth.

When making myself tea I always put the wrapped teabag between my lips when I'm closing the cabinet door. Don't know why, I mean I could just place it on the counter, close the door and pick it up again, or close the cabinet after I've put the teabag into my mug. But no.

Then there's opening things with your mouth. Using your teeth to get through stubborn plastic wrappers. Sometimes your mouth just has more strength and dexterity than your fingers. It's weird but it's a thing.

And now imagine with me how aliens (possibly ones with more than two arms) would react to that. That sheer bewilderment and slight look of disgust. Fantastic.

What about fear?

There’s a package that the crew of your ship has been passing around trying to open it and none have been successful.

Then you just tear it open with your teeth like it’s nothing.

And suddenly your crew is reminded that their funny little human is a predator from a death world.

Human Stacy enters the mess hall, fresh mug of coffee in hand, to see a number of her alien crew mates sitting in a circle and looking frustrated.

"hey guys, what's up?"

"human Stacy! We wish to sample this imported confectionary, but they are sealed in this airtight pack and the tab ripped off. We are unable to open it."

"oh? give it here." She takes it in her free hand, grips one corner with her teeth, and casually rips it open with one fluid motion then tosses it back.

The aliens sit around, looking shell shocked.

"w... We have been trying to open that for an hour. Even Krag could not do it, his fingers could not gain traction on the smooth plastic."

Stacy shrugs, "I know, such a pain right?"

"but... I... You ripped it open so easily! With your teeth!"

She looks at the alien quisically, "what of it?"

The aliens mouthing behind her back "her teeth! Her bare teeth!"

“The stone corrupts all those who wield it, it is fueled by their ambitions and dreams. So we need someone with no ambitions, no dreams, someone who doesn’t care about what the future holds for themselves. That’s why we found you.”

The first thought, in a moment like this, probably should not have been what came to your mind. Well, fuck you too, you thought, half incredulous and half apathetic. You leaned against the doorframe with one shoulder and eyed the group of three wizened people before you. Why was it always the elderly who came with big quests or brought important items that had to be hidden away?

Also, if you didn’t care about the future, didn’t that mean you didn’t care about the stone either? You might as well give it to someone else. Maybe someone better suited than you. There was this little girl across the street who had an acorn necklace and played in puddles and always sat very still until the every last stray cat felt safe enough to eat what she brought them. Maybe the stone should go to her, she at least gave a shit.

You debated arguing or refusing, but your disinterest won out in the end. “Sure,” you answered, holding out a hand for them to plop the stone into. You weren’t scared of it, especially since it looked utterly unremarkable. If you tossed it into a river, no one would be able to tell it apart from the other rocks.

The three wizened elders, apparently the smartest of their magic circle, exchanged grave looks and you waited until they were done with their silent communication and their leader stepped forward.

“We entrust you with the Stone of Possibility, never use it and always hide it,” they said, voice solemn and carrying the sort of undertone that spoke of great importance. You blinked slowly. “Give it to no one, no matter how noble their hearts, how pitiful their tale or how silver their tongue.” You couldn’t help but imagine a genderless person sticking out their tongue dripping with mercury.

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every “little trip” to the store is like $30. At the very least.

i don’t know how many more “little trips” i’ve got left in me boss

the longer i look at this the funnier it gets

Okay here's my obligatory post about Tumblr users and their ignorance of rap, as a (white) fan of rap:

Saying "Not all rap music is about violence, here are alternatives" is not helpful, because the violent music ALSO has meaning.

When Biggie Smalls postures about his gang connections and packing heat, he isn't doing it because wow violence is so edgy, it's a powerful statement. Youth in urban areas where gang activity is heavy are often treated as lesser than by default, especially compared to black people the same age from a wealthy background. There's a reason that the "wholesome and respectable" black-lead entertainment of that era was stuff like the Cosby Show, with doctor-lawyer parents, or Family Matters, with a cop dad. There's a reason why the big joke of Fresh Prince is someone with a more unstable upbringing moving in with one of these model black sitcom families.

Standing up and saying yeah, I came from the mean streets, I was molded by this violence and yes, I did what I had to do to survive in a world that refuses to acknowledge my existence as meaningful or worthy of protection. I protected myself, I made my own way, and fuck anybody who tries to stand in the way of that.

Refusing to demonize that environment and wearing it like armor in a way that protects from the authority that wants you to see them as sub humans incapable of only violence and hatred, and saying HEY. I'm here, I lived this, and there is love and there is pain and there is ART in this.

That is powerful. That is the essence of gangster rap.

It isn't about hurting people for fun, it's about holding a mirror up to a society that does the hurting and then calls you a monster for what it's made you. Its about validating the experiences of the disenfranchised and biting back at authority. It's about turning a pain that the world say you deserve being one of those people from those places into POETRY. Into ART.

And thats why it matters.

And thats why you need to shut the yell up and stop dismissing it as violence without substance when you all sat on your ass listening to songs about Hatsune Miku eating people in middle school.

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corroded coffin does one of those interviews with puppies and before eddie leaves, steve warns him that he better not come home with one of them. eddie promises him he won't.

he wasn't expecting the littlest basset hound puppy he's ever seen to curl up and fall asleep between his crossed legs at the beginning of the interview. he wasn't expecting to fall in love a second time in his life.

and the rest of the guys already decided they were going to adopt one of the many puppies they played with, so what's the harm in eddie doing the same?

the distance between their home and the studio is only an hour car ride, so when eddie gets home that evening, he quietly closes the front door and finds steve in the living room, sprawled out on the couch and watching tv.

as gently as he can, eddie places the puppy (galadriel, he named her on the ride home) onto steve's chest. he doesn't startle too bad, thankfully, but he does stare at her in bewilderment.

"hello...?" he says to her, confused. "where did you come from?"

eddie clears his throat and he gives a little steve-like finger wave when steve snaps his head up and their eyes meet.

steve lets out a sigh, deep enough to send galadriel rising and falling, and flops his head back on the couch cushion. "i knew this would happen."

"i really did try, stevie," eddie tries to plead his case, leaning against the back of the couch and reaching to scratch at galadriel's little noggin. "i held out for as long as i could, but she caught me in a moment of weakness."

galadriel's mouth falls open in a yawn, her tongue lolling out, and then shuffles further up steve's chest to curl into a ball in the space between his neck and shoulder

eddie's bottom lip juts out and his eyes go wide.

steve feels his heart melt and he brings a hand up to cradle her little butt. she's so warm, how are puppies always walking space heaters?

he looks back at eddie, finally breaking. "puppy pads are in the hall closet. i've already made a rotating schedule for potty walks and baths."

eddie makes a giddy sound and leans forward to peck steve's lips, careful not to wake the sleeping pup.

after the interview comes out, eddie tweets a photo of galadriel (who has quickly chosen steve as her favorite) wearing a puppy battle vest and a colts hat.

tumblr is great because no matter how many followers i get it doesn't stop me from being really fucking annoying. other places i will perhaps think before i post. Not here. not here

not now, im noticing the pattern

Trying to chart out a border element from embroidery in a historical context

Accidentally created Godzilla instead

Update: Godzilla removed

Then felt bad for him.

So I made a Godzilla on purpose.

@forasecondtherewedwon you cant hide those in the tags 😂

"Steve Harrington, in my van." He lets out a surprised laugh, one hand on the stiring wheel, other resting on the stick shift. His eyes are on the road but he has this shocked smile on his face, kinda like - "never thought I'd see the day."

Yeah, kinda like that.

Steve lets out a snort. "You say that like it's something you've thought about a lot, Munson."

Eddies eyes cut over to him for a brief second, and when they land back on the road his smile has softend to something Steve doesn't want to name. "Maybe I have."

as the eurovision final takes place this year, please take this time to instead please reblog, and donate (if you can) instead of watching:

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