...well What The Fuck Was I Supposed To Say To That

You, every night.

I need codywan where there is one sided obitine (Satine not being over Obi), and Cody is jealous of Satine because Satine and Obi-Wan are being their very flirty selves, and then Satine sees two pining idiots and realizes that Obi-Wan has moved on and that Cody needs a push towards Obi-Wan— resulting in much lamenting about Obi-Wan’s incredibly attractive ridiculous tendencies

Satine (to Cody): I’ve seen the way you look at him you know

Cody (internally panicking): I have no clue what your talking about sir

Later:

Cody: and then after destroying an entire fucking missile with his mind, that little fringe fell into his face, and kriff it was so hot

Satine: Manda, I know exactly what you’re talking about

love this for me right now

Random Motivation of the Day:

I have been hit with the blinding motivation to bind @frostbitebakery’s I Got My Head Checked because it is one of my favorite fics ever and I’ve been meaning to do a close read of it and then i was thinking about how I can’t annotate it and then my brain was like “hmm… but what about make book?” and now this thought is stuck in my head.

do I know how to bind books? no

do I have the materials to bind books? no

do i desperately want to do this anyway? YES

Either people need to learn how to tell the difference between an “I’m sorry” that takes direct responsibility and an “I’m sorry” that signifies sympathy, or I’m gonna start responding to unfortunate information with a solemn nod and a “Sympies,” because I am tired of receiving a “Why? It wasn’t your fault” every time I try to vocalize compassion.

Rex: Never have I ever been handcuffed Obi-wan: *drinks* Anakin: You've been arrested, Master? Obi-wan: That wasn't the question Cody *chokes*

I love reading fics about OTPs having mental bonds and things like that, but they’re always so profound. It’d be so much more entertaining if they still thought like normal people. Imagine this stuff:

“You’ve had that song stuck in your head for days. It’s driving me nuts, too.”

“Why are you making a grocery list in your head while we’re having sex?”

“Is that really what you think about my ass?”

“Stop projecting so much belligerent boredom. I love this TV show.”

“No, you didn’t forget to lock the door. You can quit fixating on it now.”

“Yes, that sounds much better in your head.”

“Is that really who you’re daydreaming about naked?”

“Less homicidal thoughts about your annoying coworker right now, please. I’m in a meeting over here.”

“It’s coffee you’re craving. Go get some. And bring me some. You made me want it, too.”

“Thanks for the road rage thoughts. I’ll take the back roads home. See you in an hour.”

“If you think ‘knit, knit, purl,’ one more time, I’ll stab you with those needles.”

OH MY GOD

You think your excited to post this chapter? I am running around the room in circles in a way that is entirely unbefitting of my age due to THIS FIC

if you haven’t: READ CARELESS TO LET IT FALL ITS SO FUCKING GOOD

"The anguish on Obi-Wan’s face should be satisfying. Instead it makes Dooku’s heart ache. His Grandpadawan truly loves this clone, he realises. He wonders if the clone’s feelings will remain the same when he is done with it. Not that it matters. It should not matter. But there is every possibility that it might prove important to whether or not Obi-Wan sides with him."

~ Chapter 122, Careless To Let It Fall

I am so excited for this chapter, you have no idea. None. It isn't even the one with the inspiring scene (that's still a couple of chapters away) but this scene was the second one that I wrote when I first thought of this story and it's only needed little shifts from the original draft. Honestly. I need to not post chapter 121 because I need to be building my buffer. But at the same time I need to post if because I've been dying to get here for 18 months. Why do I do this to myself?