oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)
Last year JK Rowling personally funded a group called Sex Matters to amend UK law so that trans women *overnight* went from legally women to legally men. This has resulted in mass exclusion of the trans community from numerous organizations, along with ongoing violent assaults on both trans and cis women alike.
With the new Harry Potter series she will be making a reported $20 million per-season renewal + other performance dependent royalties. She has been open across multiple interviews regarding her intentions to use said funds to push forth even more trans targeted legislation in the years to come.
This isn’t a “she gets paid no matter what” situation. The more eyeballs on this show the more money she has to actively harm vulnerable communities. By engaging with it you are directly supporting this and otherwise making a conscious choice to consume HP over doing the literal very least possible to not destroy the lives of trans people across the world.
If my stating the objective facts above upsets you then feel free to unfriend and move along. Your nostalgia-goggles feelings for a tired, problematic franchise mean nothing to me compared to the welfare of my trans friends and loved ones."
If you care more about badly written children's books and imaginary wizards more than you do about real people in the real world do it far the fuck away from me.
Don't try to be in my life.
In fact, you are cordially invited to eat shit and die.
Nothing to see here - just the throes of a Grimm rewatch, in which I rediscover just how incurably afflicted with what I affectionately call Little Shit Syndrom™ one Detective Nick Burkhardt actually is. Because - and trust me - Mr. Nicholas Nick Burkhardt is unquestionably a little shit. Like. To a heretofore unseen degree.
He doesn't always have to fuck someone's shit up.
He doesn't always actively want to fuck someone's shit up.
But, on God, he is always down to fuck someone's shit up 😆
[Description: a looping bouncy animation of grace and Rocky from project hail mary. Grace throws himself onto rocky for a hug, smiling and nuzzling his face to the top of Rocky's xenonite covered carapace. Rocky brings a claw up to ruffle Grace's hair and grace throws himself even more on top of rocky, rocky wrapping his arms around grace. End description.]
Summary: Obi-wan x jedi master reader / oho wan joins your class of Force projection / no warnings this is just pure fluff and teacher appreciation <3
Words: 1k
Writer’s note: Billie’s verse in guess makes me go feral so i wrote this lols<3
“Good morning, young apprentices” you started as soon as you walked through the classroom. “Can someone please remind the rest of us what we learned last time?”
The eight year olds looked at each other in silence until one raised a hand. “To find our Force signature”
“Yes” you smiled fondly, “and how have you been doing? Have you mastered it?”
“Yes!” They answered in unison.
“Well then… today we will work in bins so, grab a friend.”
The kids’ faces brightened as they turned to their chosen partner, all the while you saw a familiar face walking into the room.
“We seem to have a visitor today” you said with a smirk.
The students turned to the door and bowed, as he made his way into the class. You did as well.
“General Kenobi, what brings you around?”
His eyes lightened and a mischievous grin appeared on his lips. “Same as this padawans, master: learning.”
You faced down to hide your smile, “Please join me, General.” You signaled at the spot next to you in front of the class.
Obi-wan obliged with a nod.
“Now that we have mastered our Force Signatures, we can start projecting on other people, but most importantly, to other Force users.” You started walking around the room, explaining.
Obi-wan’s eyes trailed you as you do.
“Every one of you will write their name and a color next to it” you placed your data pad on one of the kid’s hands. “I’ll explain later.”
“You can reach another person’s mind through the Force. You can have thoughts as if they were your own, see through their eyes, feel through their skin and so on.”
“Like at all times?” One kid asked.
“Powerful Force users can, but Jedi only do it with the other’s consent.” Your voice was firmer, “now, make sure the person you will work this exercise consents to you being in their mind.” Grabbing the data pad again, you examined the list of names and colors.
“Do I have your consent General Kenobi?” You asked him quietly, a step away from him. Your eyes still fixed on the data pad.
“Of course, my dear.” His warm voice wrapped in your ears.
“Good” you turned to your students, beginning to walk between them “Please stand in front of each other. Feel the Force flow through you. Identify your signature and let it take you over; your arms, your legs, your head and chest. Let it flow freely through you. When you are ready, let it reach the person in front of you. Let your signature curl around them, nuzzle them. Do it kindly, do not crash into them. You are a guest, behave like one. And likewise, allow your partner to enter your mind. Now, focus on what they are looking at. Look at yourselves through their eyes; make yourselves comfortable through the bond and then, find their color.” You finished with a smirk, returning to the front with Obi-wan.
His eyes shone with pride and enthusiasm.
One by one, the children in your class said their partner's color as you checked your notes. They all got it right.
“And can you see everything?” One of them asked.
You exhaled before answering, “If the person whose mind you are looking into does not have barriers, then yes. But us, as Force users, should always have them.”
“A more powerful jedi can look into my mind without my permission?” A little girl asked.
“Ah” you smile, “bold of you to assume Jedi are the only Force users in the galaxy. But answering your question, yes. Other Force users can and will fish through your minds to look for the information they want. That’s why you must prepare, to protect yourselves from more powerful users.”
“So, General Kenobi can look into your mind?” Another kid questioned you.
You were about to answer when Obi-wan started. “Make no mistake, young ones, a teacher is much more powerful than a soldier.”
“He can try,” you teased. “But I can try as well.” You walked back to the front of the room. “Would you like us to?” You asked the group with a grin.
The children erupted in excited cheers.
“What would you like to know about General Kenobi?” You asked your students.
“His favorite color!”
“Favorite drink!”
You stood in front of Obi-wan rolling our shoulders to relax as your signature brushed his. He didn’t even try to pull a barrier, he let you in without any opposition.
“Blue and Jawa Juice” you declared as fact.
He merely nods. “Now, what would you like to know about your teacher?” Obi-wan asked the crowd with a grin.
“Favorite student!”
“If she has a boyfriend!”
A scoff left Obi-wan’s mouth. “She does not have a favorite student” He took a step closer to you, “and Jedi do not have boyfriends.”
The groan was general.
“Thank you, General Kenobi. Do we have any other questions?”
A child raised her hand, “So if any other Force user can look into our heads, does that mean they can see anything?”
You nodded, “yes, that’s why we must protect ourselves.”
“Even the embarassing stuff?”
“yes”
“So if I remember I got dressed in the morning, can they see that too?” She asked, horrified. “Like even your underwear?”
You laughed, “well we should have it on our mind then but yeah, I guess so.”
“Can General Kenobi tell us if he can do it?”
You turned to him, eyebrows raised in a challenge. The corners of his lips quivered upwards, but before he could answer you started. “General Kenobi will do no such thing because one: he is too much of a gentleman to do so. And two: we as Jedi do not intrude into other minds and look for information that does not belong to us. Remember that and see you tomorrow.”
The kids walked out giggling, excited with their new knowledge.
“Blue lace?” Obi-wan whispered in your ear.
With a flick of your wrist you closed the door of the classroom, granting you privacy.
“That’s not fair, now is it?” You turned to him with a blush growing on your cheeks.
His eyes are embedded into yours, his pupils blown and wide looking at you. “How so?”
“Because you saw me get dressed this morning, General.” You murmured against his lips before finally locking the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck.
