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Hey yaāll uh Iāve been on a supremely long hiatus. I donāt think Iāll be back ?? I just donāt like Tumblr anymore for multiple reasons. But if you guys want I do have a twitter where I talk about Yuri On Ice and occasionally Star Wars to follow instead !! Iām on there a lot now.
Itās @bottomyuuri
Anyway thatās it. Iām not dead !! Still in school and still living life I just wonāt be on Tumblr anymore lol.
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Hey ya'll uh I've been on a supremely long hiatus. I don't think I'll be back ?? I just don't like Tumblr anymore for multiple reasons. But if you guys want I do have a twitter where I talk about Yuri On Ice and occasionally Star Wars to follow instead !! I'm on there a lot now. It's @bottomyuuri Anyway that's it. I'm not dead !! Still in school and still living life I just won't be on Tumblr anymore lol.
For whinyren on Twitter who requested kylux and nervous boyfriends. This turned into mostly just general nervousness with a bit of humor I hope this will suffice.
Kylo is nervous.
Actually nervous is probably an understatement. Kylo felt like he wanted to throw up and cry and roll into a ball all at the same time. Today is the day that Kyloās long-time boyfriend, Armitage Hux, gets to meet Kyloās parents Han Solo and Leia Organa. This sounds like it shouldnāt be that big of deal but the reality is that Han Solo has always been an on the run swindler, and Leia Organa is currently the senator of New York. Double-crossing either one or leaving an ugly impression with them is just asking for a death sentence.
And Hux can be kind of a handful being a rather uppity business owner (a bakery of all things) with grand ambitions and a sharp sarcastic wit that can cut diamond. While this is something Kylo adores about Hux, Han and Leia may not be too fond of it.
So Kylo is nervous. So is Hux, when Kylo opens the door to see his boyfriend in his best three-piece suit, hair slicked back and styled, holding a bottle of red wine. He actually has a light sheen of sweat in his hairline and the edges of where his neck and collar meet are starting to go red. Seeing Hux, the ever calm and calculating shithead that he is, nervous is only quadrupling Kyloās nervousness.
This is going to go amazingly.
āIs that him, son?ā says Han from the kitchen. Both Kylo and Hux swallow and give each other a mutual nod before Hux steps through the threshold to the large house. Itās the house Kylo grew up in, so itās only fitting they could all meet her for dinner. It may Kyloās last resting place at this point as well, but he tries not to dwell on that.
Instead, Leia is the one to peer around the corner of the kitchen, eyes lighting up when she spots Hux near the door with Kylo. Sheās wearing a beautiful summer dress, her hair up in a stylish bun on the top of her head. Kylo looks to see Hux trying to give a welcoming smile, but mostly it looks like he has gas or something.
āArmitage,ā she greets, grasping his hand not holding the wine in both her own, āIt is so good to see you. I hope the drive here wasnāt too terrible.ā
āNot at all, Senator Organa,ā he replies, stoic as ever. Kylo envies him because his mom tends to grinds his nerves into the dust.
āPlease, call me Leia. I meanā¦you are going to be my future son-in-law, am I right?ā She winks and Kylo wants to die. Right here in this spot on the floor.
āOh, well, Iām not sureāā Hux begins to stammer, hand immediately shooting to the back of his neck to rub in nervousness.
āMom, I think dad may need help with that turkey.ā
āDonāt you shove me away to the kitchen. I taught you better than this,ā she retaliates, hands on her hips in the epitome of stern motherhood.
Kylo goes beat red. āYouāre right. Iām sorry.ā
āThatās better.ā She looks to Hux. āNow go sit down honey Iāll bring you a glass of that wine you brought and you can tell me all about yourself.ā
She walks off, leaving them alone in the living room. Kylo and Hux exchange looks, not entirely sure what to say to each other. Itās like Leia infused the whole room with racked nerves and tension, because Kylo suddenly feels nervous around Hux, afraid heāll dislike his family.
āSheāsā¦something,ā he says eventually, coughing and kicking a toe at the soft carpet below. āNice but intimidating.ā
āYeah. Youāre a lot like here.ā
Kylo chuckles before lightly punching Hux in the arm. āShut up. Iām nothing like here.ā
āStern, demanding, forceful, intimidating, dangerously beautiful.ā He ticks off each one with a finger. āSound familiar?ā
Kylo rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself. Okay so maybe he is a little, or a lot, like his mom. Tonightās dinner really should be interesting.
Han eventually saves them from the awkward silence by calling out for them to help him with dinner. Kylo is a little thankful, watching as Leia appears to hand Hux his glass of wine, telling him to ignore Han with the whole helping thing and to relax. He chuckles and allows her to push him to the couch. Kylo watches on in fondness before disappearing into the kitchen where heās met with a multitude of lovely food smells, second to that of Huxās bakery shop.
He thinks theyāll be okay when he later sees Leia and Hux talking and laughing. He loves Hux so, of course, they should love him too.
For rogueorgana on Twitter who requested kylux and secret kisses.Ā
Ben pulled Hux into the janitorās closet of their high school on a rainy Tuesday morning. Hux made a disgusted noise at Benās choice of hideout this time, remarking that it was actually rather clichĆ©.
āIt works though so who cares?ā he shot back, placing large hands on Huxās small hips, making them slightly sway in the stuffy, cluttered, and dark closet.
Hux exhaled a deep breath through his nose, electing to throw his bony wrists around Ben Solo-Organaās neck. Hux didnāt really want to be doing this hide and seek nonsense with Ben, but their high school in a rural part of Oklahoma wasnāt the best breeding ground for gay teenage boys. So they had found themselves more often than not doing ridiculous shenanigans like this just to spend some alone time.
But it was a necessary evil mostly for the fact that Huxās father was the principal for the school and a very, very well-known homophobe. Hux had lost track how many times his dad had tried to set him up on dates with girls. Luckily, Huxās affinity for success and ambition never caused Brendol Hux to take any real concern with his sonās lack of interest in petite blondes. He just assumed Hux was more concerned with his school work, especially since he seemed to be doing a whole lot of school projects with his school partner Ben. Brendol didnāt need to know the specifics.
So this led to the two boys attempting to steal secret kisses behind closed doors so as to avoid any prying eyes. And, when Ben was feeling particularly horny and adventurous, mutual handjobs would somehow wiggle their way into their rendezvous points as well, despite Huxās immediate reluctance which then normally turned into quiet moans and begging encouragements.
They stand there for a couple minutes during their shared lunch period, staring at each other in the dark. Hux always loved Benās big nose, thick lips, big ears, and assorted moles and beauty marks. They made him unique in a way Hux could never be. He rose up on his tippy toes (because Hux had yet to hit his growth spurt while Ben already had. He had never heard the end of it) to kiss one of the moles on Benās cheek. Ben made a contented humming noise in the back of his throat, allowing his fingers to splay out comfortably along and around Huxās waist.
Hux could feel how the shiver wracked his nerves over just how big Benās hands were, able to wrap, fingers touching, around Huxās entire waist. Feeling bolder, Hux buried his hands in Benās long black hair, bringing him down for a tender kiss. His lips were soft of course, and Hux felt dizzy with the sensation of both lust and love.
They kissed for a long time, well past their respective lunch hours. Hux couldnāt get enough of Ben like this ā someone who was strong and sure of himself even though he had frequent tantrums and racked up a pretty penny in property damage over the years. He really, truly, loved this man.
When Hux and Ben were able to see the tops of studentās heads through the small window on the door of the closet, they decided it was time to part ways. They both clung to each other desperately and tightly for another moment, stealing some more kisses, before they individually escaped the cramped room.
It wasnāt a long goodbye though. Hux would see Ben later at his house with his very warm and welcoming parents as they attempted to do homework but would actually just make out and watch crappy TV. It was perfect. Hux would soon go far away from this place where he and Ben could be in love and happy in a place that, too, loved them.
For softkyIux on TwitterĀ who requested a 500 word kylux fic with handholding. It turned into 665 words but thatās okay lol.
Hux stands on the bridge of the Finalizer, watching as the creation of Starkiller 2 slowly comes to fruition below him. Despite everything that happened, Supreme Leader Snoke gave Hux the proverbial green light to inhabit another planet and turn it into a bigger and even better version of the original Starkiller. Hux, thinking he was a dead man walking, readily accepted the supreme leaderās wise and just decision before immediately sending his men on the hunt. And while he was busy with engineers and techs and designers, Hux always made time to visit Kylo in medbay.
After Kyloās complete and utter destruction of both body and pride by a scavenger and defected ex-stormtrooper, Hux scooped him up from the cold and immediately put him in a bacta tank. It was touch and go there for some time, between hypothermia beginning to set in, all of his lightsaber wounds, and the blaster shot, but Hux tried to stay by his side as much as he could, despite all of the fussing and disapproving looks from the medical droids.
What can he say? He loves the man.
He doesnāt really know how it happened. One day Kylo Ren entered his ship with a cold, calculated demeanor and an ego the size of the Outer Rim and Hux practically despised him, then the next, Hux found himself being slammed up against the wall of his quarters being kissed within an inch of his life. He not once had a better fuck than that night. Yet it was only that ā a heated, angry, passionate fuck. Until Kylo would enter his sleeping chambers (without permission) wanting to talk. Talk about his meditations, talk about The Force, talk about how much he wants to kill Rey and Skywalker. And, against Huxās better judgment, he listened. And soon listening turned into an actual conversation. Which then turned into Hux word vomiting his times at the Academy on Arkanis, his general life on Arkanis, his father, his mother, his rise to General, all of it. Of course, the fucking actually turned into soft lovemaking of all things.
So it really wasnāt a surprise to the crew when Hux tried to spend most of his time next to Kyloās bedside. Not even to Hux himself.
Hux is still standing in a formal military stance, hands behind his back, fingers wrapped around the opposite wrist, feet shoulder-width apart, when Kylo Ren appears at his side.
He doesnāt say anything and neither does Hux. But he can feel Kyloās presence next to him, the sheer power and confidence that radiates off him like a livewire. Heās about ready to question why heās here when suddenly Kylo is pulling Huxās right hand away from its grip and into Kyloās own.
Huxās red complexion nearly matches his hair when he sees what Kylo did. āWhat are you doing?ā he spit whispers, turning one eye to Kylo with a daring glare.
Kylo is wearing his mask, so his voice is devoid of all emotion through the vocoder when he responds, āHolding your hand, General.ā
āWhy?ā
āBecause I want to. My hand is cold.ā
āYouāre wearing leather gloves.ā
āYour hand is warmer than the gloves. And it looks like your hands are cold too.ā
At this point, Kylo actually turns his head, and though Hux canāt see the cheesy smirk under that ridiculous mask, he sure can imagine it. He wants to punch it right off of Kyloās stupid beautiful face.
āWell, fine, but if any of my men ask, youāre using the Force through, uh, touch to help in my ingenious designs for Starkiller 2.ā
āNo.ā
āNO?ā
āIām holding your hand because I love you and you love me, and theyāll just have to deal with it. Wonāt they General Hux?ā
Hux grumbles because heās right but Hux doesnāt want him to be right, so he just holds Kyloās hand a little harder as they stand upon the precipice of a new era, one where Kylo and Hux will rule side by side within the First Order. And, surprisingly, Hux kind of likes that.
*after Pokemon go comes out*
Me, with backpack on: ok mom so now you give me a pair of shoes and then I backpack across the entire world, thatās how this app works.
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MICRO FIC MONDAY WINNER <3
HEYOOOO~ ALL!!! (O wO) SO!!! some of you may recall that i initiated a tiny event last Monday that i dubbed Micro Fic Monday!!! Well!!! i promised that i would draw my favourite submission and here we are! <3 <3 <3 @zaera-dā is the winner this week!! <3 <3 <3 thoughā¦ i do have a second, long form, piece i want to do too! but itās three pages and will have to wait a bit! (^ O^) hahhaa! this was the Ask she sent:
Kylo buried his face in Millieās fluffy fur, ignoring the catās protests at his near suffocating hold. āIt will be fine, Kylo.ā Hux said again, trying in vain to comfort the insecure knight curled around his cat. āIf anyone says a thing I will have them tried for insubordination.ā A moan came from the head of thick, dark hair. āI miss my helmet. The hood isnāt enough.ā Hux let out a sigh and knelt. He gently kissed Kyloās ears, each on in turn. āYouāre beautiful. Donāt be ashamed.ā
SO CUTEEE~!!! (^O [ ]O)^ so H/C!!! <3 <3 <3 i love insecure Kylo!!! ADORBS!!! so, i hope you like it Zaera!!! (-^ O^-) Thank you SO much to everybody who took part!!! i loved them all so much! it was very hard to pick just one! <3 Iām looking forward to tomorrow and hope many of you will take part again! <3 <3
Remember, Micro Fic Monday also has a micro time-window! Itās from 330pm-1230am PDT (pacific daylight time)! Any submissions i receive outside of that time frame will not be counted, so donāt send them the moment you wake up tomorrow or anything! hahaha! (-^ O^-) I will make a master post at the start of the event with more details! Thank you in advance to anybody who submits pieces! I canāt wait!!! MUCH LOVE!!! <3 <3 <3
im reading some cracked article and just
this..
āThis fall, [Supernatural] will move on to its 12th season, and so far itās been five seasons of actual stuff and six seasons of producers hoping that the two leads donāt audition for a Marvel movie.āĀ
like yeah that feels pretty accurate tbh
This is going to be a long submission because Iām mad as hell.Ā
Itās frustrating as fuck in supposedly safe spaces that exist to discuss social justice issues, specifically equal opportunities, that all -isms are addressed except for fatphobia. Itās disheartening and even more frustrating to expect, to knowĀ that it wonāt be addressed and youāve learnt well enough from your past experiences to keep your mouth shut. I understand (at least where I am in the world) that institutions base their E.O policies on anti-discrimination legislation and fat discrimination is not yet included in this. But stillā¦.this movement is growing, surely E.O educators would have heard of it as the situation steadily worsens for higher weight people? Surely it would at least get a mention? Even, albeit, how it is linked to misogyny and impossible expectations of womenās appearance?
It just goes to show how normalised and perfectly acceptable it is to be fatphobic - Ā it was rampant in virtually all conversations before the session began and remained unchallenged by the group coordinators. A lot of the other women were talking about their hatred of fat, fat bodies, fat celebrities, and celebrating their dieting, weight loss etc. I listened contemptuously, feeling bound to silence because I was certain that bringing the topic up would invite some seriously terrible reactions.
This being such an unacknowledged social justice movement only adds insult to injury. Oppressed groups have to hear dehumanizing shit all the time, but higher weight people face the double bind of not having their oppression even minimally acknowledged and validated, meaning that our ability to express our pain and frustration is gagged by a society that invalidates and dismisses our experiences if we speak out. I realise we should not need to rely on thin people for validation of our movement, but, stillā¦.it would be a glimmer of hope if we could have public discussions about thisā¦.For there to be a precedent established that at least, in progressive circles, in the law - in places that should give a shit about us - that fatphobia wonāt be tolerated, that we are people deserving of humanity, regardless of debates about health, cost, or -gasp!- the moral degeneracy of our āchoiceā to be fat!
Ā Iām waiting with bated breath for that day to arrive. It really will be one of the most significant victories for this movement.Ā
Later, while reflecting on the day Iād had, I realised what allies are for and what solidarity actually looks like in practice. Besides listening and accepting our experiences, which is only the first step, the crucial part of being an ally is correcting and educating your own. And sometimes, in that process, that can mean speaking on x personās behalf if they can intuit that you feel unable - because itās not safe/too painful/frustrating - to do so yourself.
Thin allies, take note: if you hear other thin people being offensive fatphobic fucks - Ā call them out on it. Educate yourselves and then educate yourself some more. Then educate them if theyāre receptive to it. If theyāre not, then repeat step one so they at least learn to shut their fucking mouths around you. Ā Read books, articles, poetry on the subject. Listen to talks about higher weight peopleās experiences. Arm yourselves with the evidence out there that shatter their fallacious arguments.
They are 100% more likely to listen to what you have to say on the matter than a fat person. Do your part. Do not stay silent. Challenge this shit. You have a moral obligation now that you know.Ā
This was a pretty amazing experience.
I was the first person in line for Cockles ops and since there had been a girl getting a Misha re-take right before me, Jensen was talking with Clif while he waited. Misha actually had to pull Jensen over to the op.
So Jensen comes up, apologizes to me for the wait, and I tell him itās fine (I may have stuttered a little, heās VERY pretty and this was my first time meeting him)
I give Misha the asexual pride flag and ask him to put it over his shoulders. I knew Misha already knew what the flag was (see here and here), but I was uncertain about Jensen, so I hand him the bisexual pride flag (he actually needed help getting it over both shoulders) and tell him, āJust so you know, this is the bisexual pride flagā.
He canāt hear me over the music, so he says,Ā āWhat?ā
So I repeat,Ā āThis is the bisexual pride flag, for people that are fans of bisexual Dean. Is this ok?ā (I forget exactly what I said, but I know I mentioned what it was, why, and I checked to see if he was cool with it.)
Jensen thinks about it for a moment, then smiles and chuckles a bit. He nods and goes,Ā āOk, letās do this.ā
I turned to face the camera, Chris snaps the picture, and I collect the flags. Jensen actually pulled me into a hugĀ as I was leaving. (And several people in line cheered and told meĀ āthank youā.)
This was honestly pretty magical and Iām glad it turned out so well!
(please credit me if you use this for any manips)
EXCLUSIVE: Actors support their fanās interpretations of their characters, as well as the orientation identities of the fans themselves. No one made a scene, everyone happy- confirming love, is love, is love.
Write a short poem on watermelon
OKAY. This is my poem about watermelon.Ā
Itās titled:Ā
āNice Mellons.ā
You are so wet
So pink
I want to burry my face in you.
And swallow
The seeds.
Will you draw destiel?
you and vicki have been together as long as a lot of us have been alive. Whatās it like being in love with someone for that long?
Itās great. However, there were probably ways you could have asked that without making me feel like a dinosaur. I do think it is an amazing privilege to be able to grow up with someone. To know someone almost as well as you know yourself. I recommend it. We were 16 when we got together. My only regret is that we didnāt start dating younger.
THIS IS THE GROSSEST THING IāVE EVER WITNESSED. SO BASICALLY WHEN THE ENTIRE CAST SANG āPURPLE RAINā LAST NIGHT, JENSEN AND MISHA COULDNāT KEEP THEIR HANDS OFF EACH OTHER
āQUE COMECEM OS JOGOS #SPNPHXā
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