#casual touching

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[tyremanagementsupremacy]

I did not anticipate a nuclear gewis event today

[way-too-fine]

oh, thank you, mister sheffield! oh, thank you, miss babcock -- ooh, that was close.

[space-blue]

Everyone wondering if Silco was a loving dad—me, pointing at this since episode 4

[philiie]

Dan + choking Phil

Bonus: Phil choking himself?

[scrumpylikesthings]

Things I like: casual touching, this shitty way of drawing things, and apparently doodling these dorks from behind (apparently. . . this is like the 5th back drawing of them I’ve done)

And apparently I’m just gonna upload whatever sketch I vaguely am happy with. 

[masterofallevils]

[eyeloch]

sabezra snuggles

Ezra Bridger was ruining her warrior's discipline.  And her tough persona.

Ever since around the time they started to share a bed now and again, he’d been wearing her down - lingering brushes of his hand on hers whenever he could get away with it, “accidentally” bumping into her and looking for a blush.  Frankly the Jedi was aggravating.  Oh he’d back off - he’d always been respectful of her boundaries - but he still got her to agree to more hugs.  If she wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t try it on her, she’d have suspected the mind trick.  As it was, it was likely just that Loth-Cat face of his that breached her defences.

Worst and best of all, she found she didn’t mind.

His thieving past, and the self-control of Jedi training gave him a lightness of touch that was breath-taking.  His easy grin, and lovely eyes made each pattern he traced on her a delight.  His sleepy kisses meant more than a thousand poems.

Something about Ezra - some force ability, or perhaps just who he was- helped her sleep far better than she used to.  The nightmares weren’t so bad, when you woke near someone who wouldn’t leave you.

And stars was it nice to wake up warm!