Okay, So I Find Riyo Chuchi To Be A Really Interesting Character, And This Scene From The Episode “Trespass”

lekku headcanons that no one asked for

while asleep/cuddling, lekku will wrap around close partners’/bunkmates’ limbs (most often arms) or, if partners/bunkmates also have lekku, they’ll intertwine around each other

if lonely or stressed, someone’s lekku might curl around their own arms while they sleep

massive faux pas to touch lekku without explicit permission, as this is seen as an extraordinarily intimate gesture - some parts of the lekku are more Off Limits than others, i.e. the underside and close to the base of the skull

especially those two - underside and close to skull - are erogenous zones. no touching without explicit permission, and even then move with care - they are VERY sensitive

…which can also be used for fun :)

massaging lekku is one of the most intimate things one can do for a partner with lekku

on the other end of the spectrum: grabbing and yanking someone’s lekku can cause temporary swelling, hearing loss, and - if pulled very hard/for a prolonged period of time - can lead to permanent brain issues

lekku ‘socks’ (or lekku-warmers) for keeping lekku warm and/or cuddling/napping with a person with whom they don’t feel close enough to literally bare their lekku. good for cuddlepuddles, arguably the entire reason they exist in the first place

the fattier and longer the lekku, the more attractive they are to other twi’leks/togrutas - it’s a status symbol

there are cosmetic procedures to modify both of these

the oldest and most powerful clans have lekku-jewelry version of their clan’s kalikori - elaborate and intricately carved pieces of thinly hammered metal linked together with delicate chains and decorated with precious jewels

some of these are now too long to be worn without dragging onto the floor, and are valuable pieces of twi’lekki history that are stored in safe places across the galaxy in order to keep them safe

some of these kalikori headdresses and lekku jewelry can be seen depicted in ancient art on ryloth, and their physical counterparts still exist!

lekku can be used to stim! swaying, twisting, wrapping together, etc

a person might pull their lekku in front of their shoulders to stroke them for comfort

the sign of an extremely good liar is the ability to keep lekku utterly still during conversations, because otherwise it’s easy to get a general sense of the state of their emotions from how the lekku move

Monstrous Love

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Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous // Fortesa Latifi, We Want To Be Ruined // Mashmello, Silence // Richard Siken, A Primer of the Small Weird Loves // Guillermo del Toro, Crimson Peak // Leah Reader, Black Iris // Azra T., via thelovejournals // Florence and the Machine, Howl // Helen Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts // Casey MxQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue // Georges Bataille // Charlotte Bronte, in a letter to Ellen Nussey // Yves Olade, Bloodsport // Andria Zabala, Coffee and Cigarettes // Caitlyn Siehl, Start Here 

Reblog if you genuinely support asexuals

It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals

This is inspiring.

i don’t know if it’s just my dash today, but i’m seeing a lot of people who are thinking about writing or who WANT to write but are nervous about how good it will turn out and/or its reception by the fandom and i know i’m not as active on here as i used to be, but i just wanted to tell everyone this simple fact:

I have never regretted any stories I have ever written down.

I mean obviously you don’t regret the fics that do well, that people like, but please believe me when I say that I can go back and get the same sense of joy, of satisfaction, of damn fandom should have appreciated this more for fics that only ever got 150 notes. I certainly do not regret writing them.

I wrote a novel a few years ago that took months of my life, only for me to re-read it at the end and think “you know, this isn’t actually that good.” but never for a second do I regret having written it. (And really, I should go back and give it another try at some point, I was probably being too hard on myself).

I do not regret the MULTITUDES of fics that are sitting in my google drive, abandoned because I decided they weren’t quite good enough to post or because I lost steam halfway through. I still do not regret them. I like re-reading them periodically.

I do not regret the fics I wrote when I was like 14 or 15 (for context, im 30 now). Looking back, I can no longer say they are my best work, but I can see the seeds of the writer I would become. And, though the form and style are simplistic (compared to what I can do now), the story is still exactly what I wanted it to be. 

I recently cleaned out my childhood bedroom and found notebooks and notebooks filled with fantasy stories I wrote when I was in middle school. And, you know what, I sat and skimmed through them and in reading some of them, memories of what was going to happen came back and god, they were terrible, so bad, so many spelling errors, the most flat, stereotypical characters, but I do not regret them. I am slightly embarrassed by them, I would not let others read them, but I sat there reading with a smile on my face because I wrote them down and they are my stories. 

All this to say, honestly, you will not regret writing your stories.

But you know what I do regret? I regret all the stories I never wrote down. I regret that feeling when I know I had an idea and I daydreamed it for months and I just never bothered to write it down. I regret a half-finished WIP where I know I knew the ending but just didn’t get to it. I regret, now, looking back at this past year and know that I fell off writing a little bit. I regret not writing more. Because I love writing. And more importantly, I freaking love reading what I wrote. 

I love when all the characters act exactly as you want them to act and the story goes where you want it to go and I love when you’ve actually forgotten a line or a scene and you go back and you’re like “DAMN THATS GOOD” and even if it’s not good, if it’s the story you wrote when you were 7 about three dogs named Freddie, Teddie, and Eddie who fought a villain whose name was LITERALLY Mr. Mean, you will still love it. 

So, please, PLEASE: Write your story.

I promise you will not regret it.

Clarke: My hands are cold.

Lexa, holding Clarke’s hands: There you go.

Clarke:

Clarke: For some reason, my lips are getting cold too.

The feels

“It’s over. I’m sorry it has to be this way, but it’s the best I can do for you. Belonging to that team of losers won’t do you any favor.

Can you feel it?… The hate blooming in your heart. Poisoning every inch of your soul. You’re the same as me… And I’m sure we can do great things together. We can… Change the rules of the game. You won’t be alone anymore. Don’t try to scape from me… Don’t even think to make me your enemy. Because I can make you wish we never met at all.”

Au where Afuro is forced to join the Dark Emperors and become Kazemaru’s precious treasure.

Team 7 shenanigans.

happy birthday kazemaru (feb 1st)

Commission for @phoenixyfriend of older Ahsoka and baby Glitch for her fic Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies

Thanks for commissioning me, I had a lot of fun with this one! <3 

That is when the first crow landed. It fluttered down, its talons curling around a branch. Then came another. Another. A parade of black settled about the tree, cawing and purring under the stars.

Cynthia Bond, from 'Ruby'