Thinking-
about a Pacific Rim AU where Simon and Johnny are in love and together, but not drift compatible. They’re both right side pilots, stronger and more dominant over their left side counterparts, and in a Jaeger, they just don’t work.
It’s all well and good, until Simon’s co-pilot of almost five years is killed. All that work, all that time… wasted.
Simon could kill him himself, if some poor sod didn’t already do the job.
Their captain starts the process of finding a replacement, cranking through cadets in an attempt to find a very specific person, a very specific brain capable of completing a neural bridge with Simon, until they finally stumble upon you.
Johnny is thrilled. He reads your file, pours over your record, drinks up every detail available, all before ever laying eyes on you. He finds your social media, your hometown paper, education record, service record, the works. You’re a shiny, smart, capable yang to Simon’s yin. You’ll be perfect.
A perfect match, he thinks. Thank fucking Christ.
But…
Simon instantly dislikes you. You’re too bright, sunshine abrasive in the dark of his life. He’s dismissive and stand offish, irritated by the fact command did not allow him and Johnny to even try drifting again, instead choosing to place him with a complete stranger shipped to his doorstep from halfway around the world. He doesn’t want you crawling around in his brain. He doesn’t want his memories to become yours, and vice versa. He doesn’t want you in his- their life. He wants you to fuck off.
It beats you down. You weren’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t this. A co-pilot who can’t even look at you? Who dismisses you at every turn? It’s awful. You had heard stories about the Ghost, sure… but didn’t expect him to be so resistant to a new partner.
It’s so awful, you get pissed drunk one night. End up in a dark dive bar, licking your wounds and moaning to yourself about how all your training, all your work, is going to be for nothing. You’re going to fail. You’ll never pilot a Jaeger, because your co-pilot is too resistant, too controlling, won’t even try. It sucks.
So, okay. You have a little pity party. You try to drown your sorrows, and the guy next to you is very, very sympathetic. He listens to you cry about it, empathizes with your struggle and tries to commiserate with you.
It helps, of course, that he’s gorgeous. Blue eyes, golden like a god, long strands of mohawk perfectly framing his sheer bone structure.
“Dinnae worry, hen. ‘M sure he’ll come around. He’s just got to get to know ye s’more.” He coos, pressing a blazing hot thigh against yours with a wink. You lean a little bit into him, let him trace his fingertips down your spine, across your neck.
You’re so distracted, you don’t know the mass of a man wearing a mask, sitting in the shadows. Watching.
*hides behind the book I've been trying finish for six months and whines* stahp callin' me out
I once again feel attacked
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I'm just gonna go cry in a corner now 😭😭
The clone troopers hate the new nat-borns filling their ranks. They don’t teach them diddly squat. But on occasion, rare as it might be, they find one worthy of their training.
Bly is placed in charge of basic training for the Empire’s recruits. His newest batch of men is just like the last. All except one.
The kid blatantly ignores Bly’s terrible advice on how to shoot a blaster. His witty, barely veiling his disgust for the Empire. But he volunteered to be here and he keeps going.
Bly is intrigued. One day he pulls the kid aside and asks him why.
The kid talks about his escape from Corellia, how he had to leave a girl behind. Not just any girl, but “the love of my life.” And he’s here, in the Empire, so that he can go back and save her.
For reasons he can’t quite remember, that strikes a chord with Bly. He smiles and places a hand on the kid’s shoulder.
“Han, love is a powerful thing. When we fight out of love, the Force will be with us. If that’s what you’re here for, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you find her.”
Bly actually trains Han, teaches him everything he knows. Han Solo passes basic training with flying colors and Bly disappears a year or two later.
Decades later, when Solo meets Rex and Wolffe for the first time, he grins.
“Always good to meet another brother of Bly’s.”
“You had Bly?” Wedge pipes up, “I had Stone. He taught me everything I know about a blaster. Sure don’t know how those other stormtroopers can’t hit a barn with his training.”
Other Imperial defectors pipe up, kids talking about the clones who trained them. Who pulled them aside and told them they were special and actually taught them.
And it eases something deep inside Rex’s chest to know that maybe his brothers had been able to do some good after all.
I've got three different body pillows and a weighted blanket. Sometimes I'll sandwich myself between two of the pillows under the blanket to simulate someone(s) cuddling with me 😅🥺
Weighted blanket crew rise up!!! 🤣🤣
Really though...its the best thing ever! And I may have to invest in that boyfriend pillow you mentioned cuz I think we all a little lonely right now and that's okay 💜
the japanese “-ne?” particle and the british slang term “innit” serve the same function
US Elevation.
by @cstats1
Anyone else notice that spn is ending exactly 10 years later than it was supposed to?
Like alright, ‘fess up. Who made a crossroads deal?
Aannnddd now this is gonna be stuck in my head rent free lol
Okay but what about a kinda-funny-kinda-depressing post-rots AU where Obi-Wan joined the rebellion?
Imagine young rebels, sharing scary rumours about the mysterious and deadly Imperial commander with a black suit and a red lightsaber, and Obi-Wan Kenobi is sitting right here.
“I heard Vader can destroy entire fleets with his mind.”
“I heard he’s too much of a machine to really die.”
“He took a hula-hoop class in secret at 15 to impress his crush,” Obi-Wan adds suddenly.
And all the rebels turn towards the washed-up general, who is a legend, sure, but also keeps throwing these insane facts about Vader, so everyone knows that he’s not quite right in the head, but you can’t say that to The Last Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, so they’re like, “okay Mr Kenobi, how many glasses of brandy did you have? I think it’s time for you to go to bed now.”
“He wanted to adopt a loth-cat as a teen.”
“Sure, Mr Kenobi.”
“I should have let him have his loth-cat, it would have been good for him.”
“Of course, Mr Kenobi.”
much better footage of the haka that shut down parliament today