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Valentine's day commission for @thehatmeister and @puncherofdragons with their characters Brom, air genasi ranger, and Askon, demi-god fighter. I love them so much! <3<3<3

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[wilwheaton]

Good news! I pet 3 dogs today and my grandparents are here from England!

It’s impossible to not feel happy when you get to pet doggos, amirite.

[mosylufanfic]

If you're still taking music prompts, may I suggest "The Best of Me" by Sum 41 and jyn/cassian?

This is the second part of my Cassian/Jyn duology, telling the same event through both sides. The Cassian story can be found here.

You Would Have the Best of Me

Jyn slid down in her seat and whispered, “Damn, shit, kriff, motherfucker!”

Her fellow Pathfinder sat down next to her. “From your filthy monologue, I’m guessing that beard burn isn’t from Cassian Andor.”

Jyn touched her neck, which stung. How bad was it? It wasn’t like she’d checked the mirror or anything this morning. She’d scrambled around for her clothes, finding them by touch, in the dark. “No, it is.”

Trina arched a brow. “Well, if you succeeded in climbing on top of Andor like you’ve been gagging to do for the past nine months, what’s the problem?”

“That’s all we did,” Jyn sighed.

“Again. What’s the problem?”

Jyn shot her a glare. “I had it all worked out. I was going to finally tell him that I - that I want - ”

“To marry him and move into conjugal quarters and have several little spy babies together?”

She let out a huff of breath. “That I want to be - to be something to him.” After the intensity of Scarif, they’d hung back, wary, circling each other until that distance became a chasm carved between them that Jyn wasn’t sure how to bridge. Because she did want to bridge it. She knew that much.

The other Pathfinder shook her head. “Oh, yeah, I can tell you had it all worked out. So what exactly derailed this tender, eloquent speech of yours?”

“I knocked and he opened the door and it was like all the words just leaked out my ears. So I kissed him, and then we - ”

“No need for details. If dicks are involved, I’m not interested.”

Jyn sneered at her. “Just the one dick.”

“Still too many for me,” Trina said blandly. “So you didn’t even get around to saying, ‘hey, baby, you’ll wait for me, won’t you?’”

Jyn tangled her fingers in the leather cord of her necklace. “No,” she admitted. “When my alarm went off, I was scrambling around trying to get ready, and he was just watching me, and he said my name - ” That would have been a perfect time - Cassian’s eyes full of something in the dimness, the emotion in his voice. “All I could think to do was kiss him.”

“You need to stop kissing him,” the other woman advised.

“Well, it’s not going to be an option for the next - however long this takes.”

Neither of them pointed out to the other that the odds were good they might not come back at all. They were both Pathfinders. It was understood.

However long this takes turned out to be three weeks and four days exactly. Not that Jyn was counting.

Fine, she was counting.

Not that she was thinking about Cassian every moment, either.

Well, not exactly every moment. She was on a mission. She had to focus, had to keep herself and her team alive, had to complete the objective. She had to do her job.

But in the pieces of downtime they got here and there, her thoughts would drift back to the way Cassian had looked at her when he’d opened the door at her knock, and the way he’d kissed her back. His fingers combing through the ends of her hair when they lay curled together on his bunk, after. The way his arms had tightened around her when she shifted, and then loosened deliberately.

She’d lain there trying to think of something to say to him that would convey, Yes, please, hold me tight.

But she hadn’t found the right words, then or the next morning, and she’d walked out of his quarters in silence, headed for the hangar bay and her ride out to the mission, and away from him.

And now they were breaking atmo above the base, and she still didn’t know what to say or how say it or even necessarily what she wanted beyond - you. And me. Being an us.

The transport landed with a heavy bump and much verbal abuse from the Pathfinders to the pilot, who abused them genially in return. As the door hissed open and everyone else jumped to their feet, Jyn sat frozen, thinking, What if he’s there waiting for me?

What if he’s not?

“Erso,” Trina said, and she jolted up, slinging her duffel over one shoulder.

The hanger was a muddle of people and reunions. She looked over over them, searching for the sharp planes of his face and  the drab colors of his uniform. But everywhere she looked, he wasn’t there.

Well. All right then.

She’d see Cassian sometime, she supposed, and - and -

It would be all right.

Trina ran into her wife’s arms, kissing her enthusiastically. Jyn edged around them, trying not to stare with envy. She felt cold and small, more alone than ever.

Just as she stepped off the gangplank and onto the hanger floor, he stepped out of the shadows, where she should have known to look for him in the first place. Her heart ballooned in her chest. For a moment her feet were nailed to the floor, and then she took a few unsteady steps toward him.

The look in his eyes -

It was like that morning, when she’d left, as he’d said her name (as if he had to say it one last time, just in case). But not exactly the same.

There was none of the tentativeness, the questioning, the wariness. There was just -

“Welcome home,” he said.

She reached up and took his lapels in her hands, tugging until he leaned down far enough for her to fasten her mouth to his.

From a distance, she heard her friend groan, “We talked about this, Erso!”

She ignored it because Cassian was kissing her too.

When they had to pull apart for breath, he started to straighten up, but she curled her fingers tighter in his jacket. “I want to be with you,” she said, very fast, the words tumbling over each other. “Not just for a night, or an afternoon, or  - I - I want to be - ” She fumbled. “Your partner, or your girlfriend, or - or whatever we decide to call it, I just - I want - ”

His hands flexed on her waist. “Jyn - ”

“I want to come home to you. Every time. I want you to come home to me.”

He took a quick, gulping breath. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“I want that too. I’ve wanted it since - a very long time.”

She managed to smile. “I was trying to find some perfect way of saying it. I’ve never done this before. I wanted to do it right.” She made a face. “I made a mess of it.”

He brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Messy or not, it did the job.” He kissed her again.

FINIS

[thestuckylibrary]

@ the anon who needs a Cap/Star Wars beta, message me!

Thank you!

[vodka-aunt-coran]

Headcanon that Hunk knits in his spare time because there's actually a decent amount of math involved and he loves planning out patterns

WOAH THATS CUTE

thank you friend :’)

[vodka-aunt-coran]

A concept: Matt helping Pidge build her first computer, at least partly so he can be entertained by her gaming rage

an excellent concept!!! thank you for sharing this :D

(matt making sure pidge gets the most durable parts

“what do you think i’m gonna do with his computer?” she asks. “throw it against the wall?”

“just in case,” matt says, with a knowing smirk.

when pidge is on her first losing streak, then…then she understands.)

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Morgana cosplay when

Morgana cosplay last february actually, haha, that’s when XD

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YOU GUYS ARE ALL SO NICE

ALSO EVERY TIME SOMEONE COMPARES ME TO KATIE MCGRATH, IT WATERS MY CROPS AND ENDS WORLD HUNGER SO THANKS XD