Hugs for EVERYONE*

morgynleri:

*hugs you all* Because today is a day for hugs, and I’m going to run out of spoons if I go putting hugs in everyone’s ask box.

Feel free to reblog this to give a hug to every one of your followers.

*who is comfortable with being hugged. If you do not like hugs or are uncomfortable with physical contact, or even just prefer not a hug from someone not a mutual friend, cookies or other snacks suitable for your dietary needs and restrictions.

So I just got turned down for a job for the third time in less than a month. I’m feeling pretty crappy about myself. Can I have an Anakin snippet about self worth? Thanks so much!

fialleril:

I’m sorry, anon. 😦 I hope something comes through for you soon!

I’m sharing a snippet from Anabasis, though I’m not sure it quite fits the bill you’re asking for. (For something much more…viciously empowering, this snippet is my go to cheer up bit.)

There are a few spoilers in here, though if you’ve read all the other Anabasis snippets there’s probably nothing new. Also, the description is fairly subtle but Anakin does experience a flashback and a panic attack here, so be safe if you read.

The official residence of Naboo’s senator was still in the
penthouse of 500 Republica. Anakin knew it well – better, in fact, than Padmé
had realized, in the days before. She’d thought she was introducing him to a
new place. She hadn’t known, and he never would have told her, that he’d lived
there himself, in the years when his Master was still the senator.

Before. That was the only way he could think of it now.
Before, when he had still been a slave and thought himself free, when Padmé had
been a secret he kept even from himself.

How strange, to think that he would be living here again.

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dogmatix:

Untitled 2/?
Eventual Obi/Qui, timetravelling Obi-Wan(sort of), Darkside!Obi-Wan, major character death mentioned.

Chapter 1 

Done for @quiobiweek‘s Qui/Obi week

@gallusrostromegalus – not a central part of the overall plot, but the Dark Meat Hunting concept came in very useful for this chapter, thank you 😀

CHAPTER 2/?

“Will he be okay?” Obi-Wan asked
for what had to be the fifth time.

“Concentrate on the here and now,”
Ben admonished.  “Losing focus with the
Dark side is likely to get you hurt.”

“Right,” Obi-Wan said, rolling his
eyes, but he continued in the smooth moves of the kata, letting the Darkness
pool and flow around his movements.
Small, harmless Force-shoves moved the air around him.  

He trusted that his Master would
be fine on his various missions, but he worried. On the one hand, Qui-Gon Jinn had survived the first
time around, until Obi-Wan lost himself to hate and turned on the man he would
die for.  He didn’t like to think about
that.  On the other hand, since he was
changing history, with the help of a time-travelling holocron, then would he
change that, too?

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I don’t read that stuff. I haven’t read any of the novels. I don’t know anything about that world. That’s a different world than my world.

George Lucas

Genuinely friendly reminder: your fic is not any more or less legitimate for expanded universe content/adherence. 

If the EU is your thing: cool, bring in whatever you want!

If you don’t have time for it/don’t care but like checking Wookieepedia: nice! Enjoy yourself!

If you just feel obligated: you aren’t! Do like George and imagine what you like!

SW fandom: seriously, create whatever world makes you happy.

(via anghraine)

Prompt mash-up: Deanna Troi/Data; Criminal AU & Time Travel

judayre:

Troi is a time traveling criminal and Data is the time cop sent to stop her – specifically chosen because he’s an android and she can’t seduce him. However, Troi is something of a time traveling Robin Hood. She has good intentions and does things that help people in the long run.

At some point, Data gets caught up in one of her schemes and really sees what she’s doing for the first time. He realizes that his internal mandate to help people means that he’s on her side, and now they’re both on the run.

(Throw in some Leverage crossover for added fun)

(I have been working a job and a half the last few weeks, so I’ve been too fried to write. This has now been fixed, so prompts from here or other prompts are once again welcome.

Please help me deal with changing meds and give me prompts. I’m not too proud to beg.

This is fantastic!

*looks at the predicted highs over the weekend*

*glares at the broken air conditioner*

*takes the fifteen minutes to get the cat into her carrier*

And now she and I are going to spend the weekend in the house where it will not get over 100. I have a make-do litterbox that will hopefully suffice, I have her food, and best of all, the house has a working air conditioner.

Dad gets home sometime tomorrow, and with any luck the air conditioning will be fixed on Monday. If not, I’ll bring down more food for the cat and whatever I need, and continue to camp out on the couch until the apartment’s air conditioner is fixed or replaced.

norcumi:

dharmaavocado:

It’s time for another round of aus I would like to read but not necessarily write because my wip list is a nightmare that never ends: clone wars ds9 au.

And let’s be honest the main reason I want this is because the Jedi are obviously the Trill, and Hondo’s people are exceptionally long lived and he has known several of Kenobi’s previous hosts. He is, as he will loudly tell anyone within shouting distant, Kenobi’s best friend. He’s not exactly wrong.

(Obi-Wan had barely set foot onto the promenade before he was greeted with a booming “Kenobi!”

Hondo bustled out of his bar, grinning, arms held wide open.

“Hello, Hondo,” Obi-Wan said, resigned, as Hondo swept him into an embrace that lifted him off his feet.

“You’ve changed faces again, old friend,” Hondo set, setting Obi-Wan back onto his feet. “You’ve finally become a ginger. I like the beard. Very masculine. Oh, remembers Ilia’s lamentations over xir inability to grow one?”

“I’ve always liked a good beard,” Obi-Wan said.

He had long since given up on guessing how Hondo always knew it was him, even when he was in a new host. He half-suspected Hondo just shouted that greeting at every passing Trill in hopes of eventually getting it right.

“You wound me,” Hondo had said the one time Jrul Kenobi had voiced her theory, hand splayed over his heart. “I am wounded to my very core that you think our deep and abiding friendship means so little I would not recognize you.”

“You once mistook Jinn for me,” Kenobi pointed out dryly, although out of all of Kenobi’s hosts she was the one who found Hondo the most amusing.

Hondo waved one hand dismissively. “Bah. I was drunk and concussed. You cannot possibly blame me for that. And,” Hondo added as he topped up Kenobi’s glass with fine Vulcan whiskey, “you have a very particular way of carrying yourself. You cannot be mistaken for anyone but yourself.”

“Why, Hondo, that was very nearly poetic of you,” Kenobi said, and touched their glasses together.

“Tell me, my friend,” Hondo said, draping an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, “now that you’ve finally grown the beard you’ve always wanted, have you put more thought towards my very lucrative business opportunity?”

“It’s piracy,” Obi-Wan said dryly, “and my answer is still no.”

Hondo shrugged, unbothered as always. “Perhaps your next host will have a better head for business.” He steered Obi-Wan towards his bar. “I hear you’ve got a little worm junior falling you around. You should bring him around sometime. It is a him, yes? There is so much I want to tell him.”

The Trill were not gifted with foresight, but Obi-Wan had a vivid vision of Anakin and Hondo meeting.

“That,” he said with feeling, “will never happen.”)

::CACKLES AND APPLAUDS (and gently nudges in @morgynleri‘s direction in case they hadn’t seen it yet)::

*sits and giggles* Oh, fuck. That. That was so perfectly a blend of the two universes, and damnit, I want to read this. I do not have the spoons to write it, but fuck yes, I would love to read more of this.