"Lucky" Seven - Chapter 2 - Anitzei_Neko - Naruto [Archive Of Our Own]

"IG: Favorite mentorship on ina11"

I mean... I'm weak for "mentor that is kinda like a parent for the mc" and yeah, we all know Kageyama was an antagonist in all the OG seasons and Kidou had a big internal conflict about it but that is what make it interesting for me. Also the fact that Kidou is Kageyama's soft spot and Kidou keep referring to him as Commander after his death and in Galaxy.

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

Freemor/Alpha-17 fluff whit alpha loving his jedi

The weight against his side is sun-warm, there are gentle breaths against his collarbone, and Alpha has his blaster resting on his knee, ready to shoot the first idiot who thinks about making a smart comment and waking his Jedi.

And if that doesn’t work, the fact that he’s spinning his favorite knife between his fingers should probably get the message across nicely.

Rex, who was never one of Alpha's trainees, apparently nevertheless has more brains than most, given the way he’s keeping his head down and very determinedly not looking anywhere even close to Alpha, even when Feemor shifts and stirs. Alpha doesn’t bother moving from the chair he claimed, even though it’s probably supposed to belong to the planet’s king; the old bastard can eat bantha shit for all Alpha cares, because it’s a huge, pretentious thing, and just about the only chair in existence that he’s ever found that’s big enough for both him and Feemor to share. And it’s nice, having Feemor curled against his side, legs hooked over one of Alpha's knees, fast asleep like at Alpha's side is the safest place to be in the universe.

Entirely pleased with himself, Alpha curls his arm a little more tightly over Feemor's shoulder, resettling him against his chest, and Feemor hums, drowsy and exhausted and content. It makes Alpha press a lingering kiss to his bright hair, then smooth a thumb over the edge of a sapphire-blue tattoo he can just see through a rip in the shoulder of Feemor's robes. He idly rolls the knife over the top of his hand, rests his cheek against the top of Feemor's head—

With a clatter of entirely unacceptable noise, the door slides open, and Alpha's least favorite trainee ever says loudly, “—get karked, Wolffe, we’re not staging a ground operation just to soothe your ego—”

Rex's head jerks up, horror flashing over his face as he signs abort abort abort with increasing desperation. Alpha knew he liked the little brat for a reason.

“It’s not about my ego, it’s about routing the damn Seps—” Alpha's other least favorite trainee says just as loudly—

Alpha's knife buries itself in the edge of the holotable, two precise centimeters from Cody's hand.

“Voices. Down.” Alpha bites out as Cody and Wolffe both freeze, their gazes snapping right to him. Mildly murderous, Alpha scowls at the pair of them, stroking Feemor's shoulder with soothing passes of his knuckles, and dares either brat to test him.

Much more quietly, Cody clears his throat, sidestepping carefully as he eyes the blaster resting on Alpha's knee. “Sorry, sir,” he says, barely audible, and Wolffe swallows, nods, and keeps his damned mouth shut, just the way it should be.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Alpha sinks back into the chair, and when Feemor stirs he immediately turns to resettling him. “Easy,” he says. “Just go back to sleep, you're going to get your idiot self killed one of these days if you keep not sleeping.”

Feemor huffs, but sinks back down, one of his hands skimming Alpha's chest in a clumsy brush that trickles his gratitude and love through Alpha's mind. “Be nice,” he mutters, but his breathing is already evening out again, and Alpha snorts softly, kissing his forehead. It’s only partially because Cody and Wolffe are both staring at him like they’ve never seen a bastard in love before.

“Never,” he says, and catches Feemor's hand in his own.

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Han is all “there’s to much Vader in him,” without mentioning that there is too much Vader in Leia too. 

Like, Bail Organa, bless his poor poor soul, tried to politician the Vader out of her. He tried SO FUCKING HARD. 

But the fact that she abandoned politics to be a General in the Resistance says a lot about her similarities to Anakin Skywalker. 

Star Wars Alien Species - Nautolan

Glee Anselm, an ocean planet located in the Jalor system of the galaxy's Mid Rim, the homeworld of the Anselmi and Nautolan species. Star Tours, a tour company, offered vacation tours of Glee Anselm during the Clone Wars. During the reign of the Galactic Empire, senators representing the planet in the Imperial Senate were fiercely loyal to the Empire.

The society developed by the Nautolans on Glee Anselm was centralized around local families and governments. The centralized government of Glee Anselm was comprised of representatives from the Council of Elders that governed each settlement. Elders were elected on merit, and could be made up of youthful politicians as well as the most aged members of the society. A culture that promoted life-long mates, Nautolan families were characterized by their loyalty between spouses and the equality of the sexes in the household. While arranged marriages were common in their early history, the practice had become uncommon during the Galactic Civil War. No cultural affinity for the Force ever developed on Glee Anselm, though members of the Nautolan species recognized its importance and respected those among them that were Forceful.

The Gynt family was a famous Jedi dynasty of Nautolans prior to the Great Galactic War, with the most renowned of the family being Eison Gynt, the last of the line.

While few Nautolans left Glee Anselm, their music was occasionally found among savvy music collectors. Nautolan music was composed of sustained notes held in irregular patterns with occasional pauses. These pauses were considered the most important part of the music to the Nautolans, causing non-Nautolan listeners to misunderstand their artistic intent.

The Nautolans were known as a peaceful race, and disliked unnecessary violence. However, when forced to fight, they were skilled warriors. They had great respect for what they called the “ocean spirit,” which they believed existed to maintain the balance of nature on Glee Anselm. Nautolan society was prosperous, and they were generous in sharing their resources with others. The species was most comfortable underwater, preferring to be immersed in liquid.

Nautolans lived underwater on their home planet. The first members of their species lived simply in caves, but over thousands of years, their society spread to encompass large areas of the ocean floor. At first, the Nautolans coexisted peacefully with their neighbors, the Anselmi, but after some time the Anselmi grew jealous of the Nautolans and began to threaten them and encroach upon their territory. In response to this, the Queen of the Nautolans warned the Anselmi that their actions would anger the spirit of the ocean. The Anselmi recognized that continuing to threaten the Nautolans could lead to war, and so they moved out of Glee Anselm's ocean and onto a large landmass.

The Nautolans continued to send ambassadors to the Anselmi, warning them against upsetting the balance of nature, but their representatives were consistently sent away. Eventually, the Anselmi's desire to expand led them to build massive dams to hold back the ocean itself. According to Nautolan legend, this angered the ocean spirit so much that it brought down a storm to destroy the Anselmi empire and submerge it beneath the water. The Nautolans mourned that the Anselmi had not listened to their warnings, and continued to live peacefully, keeping in mind the importance of the natural balance.

During and after the era of the Galactic Republic, land-dwelling Anselmi became very hostile towards the Nautolans, referring to them as “gill heads” and swearing that one day they would dominate them.

Nautolans, amphibious, capable of breathing both air and water. They have webbed fingers and toes. They were known to be capable of surviving in extreme environments. Their thick skin could be green, blue, gray, purple, orange, or yellow, covered in dark, mottled spots. Large, black eyes allow them to see well in dim light. Each Nautolan's head is crowned by long, tentaclelike tendrils, which the Nautolan decorates with leather bands, metal rings, or beaded ties.

These tendrils were chemical-sensing, and most notably used to detect pheromones. Nautolans could translate pheromones emitted by other beings into an understanding of a being's emotional state. This can inadvertently affect a Nautolan's disposition- for better or for worse. Nautolans tend to reflect the moods of others around them.

A typical Nautolan stands at 1.8 meters or 5.9 feet tall and weighs 75 kilograms or 165 pounds.

In the Star Wars: The Clone Wars CGI television series, Kit Fisto is shown blinking his eyes, both with expression and as a reflex. This is likely a production error, as Fisto's species was originally thought to have had lidless eyes. However, it can be explained that in the episodes in which he does this as a reflex, his eyes were exposed to atmospheric conditions that were more irritating than usual for his species - such as the fog on Vassek, the world where Grievous' lair was located.

Concept art by Dermot Power, implies that in the early stages of development, Nautolans were supposed to be somehow related to Twi'leks.

Nautolan age at the following stages:

1 - 9 Child

10 - 14 Young Adult

15 - 40 Adult

41 - 54 Middle Age

55 - 69 Old

Examples of Names: Hiskar Dorset, Kit Fisto, Ploss Niklos, Renko Losa, Pin Mako, Setel Yast, Zatt, Knox, Sulan, Jak, Fong Do.

Languages: The Nautolan language, Nautila, involved the use of pheromones to communicate. These pheromones could be used to convey complex ideas, including full sentences and map coordinates. Out of water, most Nautolans speak Basic or Anselmian. It was unusual to find a trilingual Nautolan, speaking Nautila, Anselmian, and Basic.

They’re having a very serious conversation about Cody’s behaviour (being mean to uncle Ben)

[Headcanon] How Kumo really ended up with the Nibi.

Alternatively: That one time Tobirama made friends with the Necromancer Hellcat.

Because I can totally see the Nibi trolling the Shinobi world. Mito thinks it’s hilarious, and Tobirama has got to get his kicks somehow.

It begins when Mito seals the Kyubi into her navel with nothing but ink and chakra. Suddenly the whole shinobi world is gearing up, ready for battle. In the idiot-mind of Tobirama’s older brother (seriously, this naïve trusting nature of his will get him killed someday) the best thing to do is to track down the other bijuu, seal them up into nice little packages, and ship them off to neighboring countries.

‘Everybody gets a Bijuu!’ He announces over the kotatsu during dinner one night, beaming at his own brilliance.

Tobirama facepalms when he hears this.

Mito snorts, but secretly she agrees with her brother-in-law.

This can only end in tears.

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Reblog this if you ship C-3PO x R2-D2, the tag is barren and I feel alone