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[adigeon]

Garashir, 77 & 99

(magical accidents & in vino vertas)

my first thought here was catboy julian but luckily i’ve managed to salvage things past that point. barely.

julian bashir, neutral good healer enchanter in a party of neutral good idiots, has accidentally rendered himself invisible. (i don’t play d&d but surely everyone in the ds9 staff is neutral good except maybe lawful neutral or true neutral odo? whomst knows. jadzia miiiiight be chaotic good)

actually it wasn’t entirely his fault. jadzia helped.

julian is a damned good doctor even before the magic part comes in. brilliant, even, unnaturally so. he hides the fact this is partially because he’s a much more powerful enchanter than he lets on. all his fancy medical tools are enchanted for sterility, but that’s standard -- there’s also more subtle enchantments for quicker healing, for general health, for relief of pain, for minimal scarring. he and jadzia were working on some sort of potion (who knows what for) and something went awry and boom. invisible julian bashir.

(julian’s weird innate faculty for magic is somehow the augment thing in this verse. some deal with a god his parents made or something)

garak, Plain Simple Absolutely Not Assassin tailor, finds this hilarious. (idk they always come back to the same inn after adventuring or something and that’s where garak hears all about their #hijinks.) jadzia regales him with how invisible julian still somehow managed to get them caught breaking into a dungeon despite being invisible; julian is like “i’ll laugh about this when i’m less invisible thanks!!!!!!”

garak insists on literally holding onto julian’s (invisible) cloak so that he doesn’t lose track of him. julian gets increasingly flustered and drunk and probably attempts to make out with garak in a corner but passes out first. the invisibility spell wears off the next day but no one knows it because he just spends like two days hooking up with garak. jadzia makes fun of him for it later so he enchants her sword to yell at her

(cursed sequel: garak’s past as a dark magic user comes to light! a blessing that was supposed to make him immune to pain is somehow warped into a curse that causes it! the god that julian’s parents made a deal with comes calling asking for their due! sisko is 500% the chosen one and averts the apocalypse no thanks to anyone besides kira, a no-bullshit paladin with a glaive taller than she is)

[sarkastically]

Fic titles: I Was a Teenage Hand Model

Man. I just. Hmmmmm. I don’t even know the best way to approach this one.

Although maybe. So maybe. Modern Spiritassassin AU. Baze and Chirrut both as models. Chirrut is definitely more of the model personality. And he goes all in for it, photo shoots, runways, the works. Baze is not nearly as confident. Baze doesn’t want his face shown. (His ears are too big.) Or much of his body. (His thighs are thick and his ass and his torso.) But they like his hands. His hands are very nice. So he becomes a hand model for watches and gloves and things like that. Things where you want nice, strong hands.

And sometimes their paths intersect. Chirrut, of course, is lovely. Chirrut is the type of model that Baze would like to be but isn’t. Chirrut has long, dark, fine hair that looks like a waterfall. Baze’s hair is too wavy and misbehaves and gets everywhere. Chirrut has fine features and a winning smile and his ears are not too large. Chirrut is slim but not to the point of looking like a wisp. Chirrut looks like he could easily kick your ass but also looks fucking great in all of the lean model outfits. Baze is built for a different kind of power, but he’d love to put his hands on that waist, on those arms, on that ass. Chirrut, of course, thinks the same exact thing and flirts.

But Chirrut flirts with everyone. So Baze is convinced it means nothing. And since Baze flirts with no one, Chirrut is convinced that Baze is not interested.

Baze gets out of modeling, goes into baking or art history or literature or painting, something he enjoys. He gardens. He cooks. He throws clay on the wheel. His hands are no longer just for show, they are for doing. They are not the same kind of lovely anymore.

Chirrut stays in modeling until his eyesight starts to go. The endless parade of different runways frustrates him. Age gets to him. The agency no longer wants him even though he is still as beautiful as ever. He starts a dojo. He starts a flower shop. He looks for harmony and beauty and power in everything. (He has never really forgotten that young man he knew when he was modeling even though he has dabbled his way through affairs with beautiful people in the years since.)

Baze watches a friend’s daughter for them. The daughter takes classes at the dojo.

This is how they meet again. Baze already knows who it is because the image of Chirrut was burned into his mind long ago. (And he saved clippings. It’s wrong and base, but he looks at them sometimes at night when things are lonely. He has muddled poorly through relationships that never worked, never lasted long. He is not a man for people. But he keeps thinking back on Chirrut, how he looked, how he laughed, how he was. Effortless. And how it felt to talk to him. And that means more than the physical presence any day.)

They meet again. Jyn, the friend’s daughter, makes Baze meet Chirrut. And Baze is fifteen shades of red and glad that Chirrut cannot see him because here is the man he has been fantasizing about for years in front of him. In the flesh. Lovely as ever. Blind but in no way ruined. And Baze is not surprised because Chirrut would never let himself be ruined.

And when Chirrut takes Baze’s hand, he knows. He knows him. He remembers. Even though the hands are rougher now, covered in nicks and scars, not nearly as well taken care of, he remembers. 

“The soul is in the hands,” he says.

Baze just blushes and grumbles and shifts his weight around. 

“I know you,” Chirrut says.

“I was a teenage hand model,” Baze admits. “Our paths crossed. Sometimes.”

“I remember you.” Chirrut’s hand reaches out, up, to try and find Baze’s face. “The handsome one.”

Baze hesitates for a moment before guiding the fingers to his cheek. Chirrut trails his fingers through his unruly hair until he curls his hold around an ear.  Baze cannot help smiling. “I think you have mistaken me for someone else.”

Chirrut tweaks the ear. “I would never forget these.”

And it is not mean. It is not cruel. Baze smiles. 

[proudtoehaver]

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“Wow jfc driver really is the literal worst. I also just saw a post...”

To be fair most of them think Adam Driver is Jewish and that disliking him is anti-Semitic so it's totes fine /sarcasm

Who wants to be fair?

And lets be real. 95% of them are the people who pitch a fit if you tell them Carrie was Jewish because... reasons. They’re only interested in us when we’re fake (or suitably dead so we can’t protest ourselves and they can write off anyone actually protesting as being hysteric or unfair.)

But seriously. I’m going to begin posting daily reminders in the Adam Driver tag that he isn’t Jewish. Sooner or later they’ll get it. Should only take me about a decade or so given how dense most of them appear to be.

[jadenvargen]

I just saw your sidebar image in your blog and I felt like I was transported 10 years into the past

my end goal is transporting u all into an alternate dimension with pixelated lyric deviantart gifs ....................... 

[somewhatstacey]

Baze/Chirrut, 50 please! (I cracked up at the Ikea fic by the way)

From this list

“That is not the venue I picked out for the reception,” Baze says, staring out the car window in confusion.

Chirrut leans across him, collar starched so hard it almost takes out Baze’s nose on the way. “I know,” he says. “I changed it.”

“We...we can’t have our wedding reception at a dive bar, Chirrut,” Baze says, as Chirrut pushes his door open.

“Sure we can,” Chirrut says, pushing him out bodily. “It’s our favourite.”

And...okay he’s not wrong. They’d been coming to Jimmy’s since practically the moment they’d moved to town. Baze knows the worn leather and beer smell almost as well as Chirrut’s cologne, and it’s only second to that in feeling like home.

Still. Baze sighs as Chirrut climbs out of the limo behind him. “But-”

“Today has been amazing,” Chirrut cuts him off, pulling Baze around and into his arms. “You are amazing. You also need a pint of that cheap, shitty beer you like for some reason while I play a round of pool with your father and you ogle my ass.”

And damn him, Baze can’t deny that sounds like the perfect end to a perfectly hectic day. Not that Baze would trade it for the world - marrying Chirrut is the best thing he’s ever done - but who knew declaring their love in front of their friends and family was going to involve so many schedules.

Baze pulls Chirrut closer, affecting a grumble for the look of the thing. “Please don’t mention your ass and my father in the same sentence.”

It gets him the laugh he’d been aiming for. The kiss is a bonus.

[haku23]

@fiightingdreamers replied to your post “I’ve heard they’re changing mercy ?? Tbqh idk why if true like. The...”

she's def getting buffed, right now she's byfar the worst healer because she can't multitask and by the time she's using a rez the battle is basically lost, buffs make it so she can pop a rez when the first person dies and stay alive longer to be usefull i think??? but idk thats my opinion so???

Hahaha I love how they like. Immediately nerfed her :’D. But yeah I watched the developer update and def. agree she got a huge buff. A lot of people are complainin but like. Look... it’s 2 late lol.

@ajax-daughter-of-telamon replied to your post “Remember when ppl used to wear flares instead of skinny jeans like…...”

LOL I still only have bootcut jeans. The only pair I've had that fit like skinny jeans were actually straight leg, because it predated the skinny jean trend. Wish I had those today TBH

Hahaha I used to have straight legged jeans and boot cut too! But now I like the look of skinnies better; I thought they’d look stupid on me bc I have pretty big feet but like. everything else fails to accentuate the thinnest part of my leg aka my calves so I can’t imagine goin back to regular jeans.

@nekoyaz replied to your post “Remember when ppl used to wear flares instead of skinny jeans like…...”

I used to love it. I pretended they were bellbottoms. I was hippie af in high school

I was the same in elementary! (I had a school uniform in hs lol)I think I got like... the hugest flares possible... I think that they had pockets in the flares even...cargo flares... god. I’m sure you rocked the hippie look way better than me! :D

@puncromancer replied to your post “puncromancer: I took my teenage daughter fishing today. I was busy...”

this post predated vore as a kink and it probably also invented it  but also amazing pun kat

TY Jake I can’t believe you invented vore I know someone famous wow

@shiparmada replied to your post “Dude starts talking about how much weed he’s smoking and shit and I’m...”

The answer to that is usually no

lmao he started talking about drinking too and I was like oh i don’t really drink either I guess I’m borin by today’s standards lol! and he was like “then what do you do?” and this was...as we were playin OW ...like.. this. right here my dude.

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