I’m A Total Sucker For Fics Where Harry Is Dark And Gets Sorted Into Slytherin, But I’m Also Really

Every time I see Lana I say very quietly to myself “Let’s go lesbians”

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Daensa Week: Day 7: Free Choice

Kaas City shines in the rain.

The Republic news always shows it as grim and forbidding, endlessly smothered by floods. But anyone who’s lived here knows the city was built to be beautiful in a downpour. Gutters made of strengthened glass, refracting light into shining patterns as the water courses through them; funnels and spouts that catch the rain it trickles down buildings, channelling it into fountains.

Lana shines in the rain, too. But then, Lana always shines.

Neyna doesn’t bother to hide her smile as she leads Lana out onto the balcony of her apartment. This feels like the right place to talk: appropriately dramatic, what with the drumming of the rain on the canopy above their heads, and the city a shimmering artwork all around them. And here, she gets to see Lana in the light of the city. See the highlights and shadows thrown over her face. It’s a breathless experience – even though her robes are soaked and her hair’s sticking to her face – and Neyna very badly wants to kiss her.

She wonders if Lana has noticed her repeated glances towards her lips. Probably. Hopefully.

‘You didn’t have to come here in this downpour,’ Neyna says, leaning against the parapet. ‘Or if you did, you could have taken a taxi with a roof.’

‘I took the first one I saw as soon as I learned you were home.’ Lana smiles, and stars, Neyna will never get over what that does to her insides. ‘I wanted to see you as soon as I could. Besides, you didn’t have to buy me flowers, either.’

She’s still holding them, a explosion of amber-coloured petals – which, Neyna is delighted to see, match her eyes perfectly. ‘I did, really. It seems like the least kind of apology I can make for apparently-dying on you. And for taking so long to let you know I was alive.’

Lana is silent for a moment, her fingers twining around the flower stems. Then she says, ‘I missed you.’

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Track: ‘Warriors’ - Imagine Dragons

Ponds didn’t consider he would ever be able to use a lightsaber, but Mace Windu seemed to think otherwise as he pushed it into Pond’s hand.

“Sir I can’t! I won’t be able to help them, I-I-”

“Commander Ponds,” Mace stated, leaving no room for an argument as he crushed a droid's head with the Force alone. “You have lived through everything, stood by my side every step of the way and then some, and have been faithful to your brothers from the beginning.” Mace forced two droids to turn on each other as they fired, Ponds taking a few shots behind the Jedi to cover his back. “The force is calling for you to continue being you, to continue being someone I am proud to call my friend. Don’t let that last shred of fear and doubt convince you that you, or any of your brothers, are anything but men worth living for!”

Ponds spun back and met Mace Windu's hard gaze, the world crashing to a halt. It was a familiar look, one that spoke of a wisdom and assuredness, and drove what he had said to the center of Ponds very soul. Before him was a man who people had doubted, who had walked the edge of hatred and managed to hang on to his beliefs. Someone who would risk everything he was to give another the chance to become who they needed to be.

Exactly like he was doing now.

The weight of the saber suddenly became lighter, and Ponds found himself breathing steady as he raised the hilt between them. Something within himself began burning under Windu's stare, something that guided his movements to ignite the weapon. And as they were bathed in the iconic purple light, Ponds didn’t feel anything but faith. Faith in the saber, faith in his Jedi, and faith in his brothers. And as he lowered it, Windu now wore the faintest of smiles. 

“Don’t forget we have a sabacc rematch soon, Commander.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sir," Ponds promised.

Warrior Nun is officially renewed!

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Do you think Plo Koon's mask also has a translator inside it which makes his language understandable in basic?

Because being rather reptilian/insectoid in appearance, I assume that their main method of communication is probably screeching and clicks, rumbles and vibrations.

Also because:

Plo: ... and once Wolffe, Sinker and I give the signal, we will... *mask crackles, unintelligible screeching noises*

*Plo stops talking, adjusts his mask and tries again*

Plo: *more screeching*

Shinies: *horrified whimpering*

Plo: *sad eyes at Wolffe*

Wolffe: *rolls eyes* The General is having translation issues. What he said was 'once we give to signal, you are to advance and rendezvous with us at the marked co-ordinates'. Understood?

Plo: *gentle clicking noises*

Wolffe: And... *sighs* he says he's proud of us.

Everyone else: *stunned silence*

Plo: *soft screech*

Wolffe: *glaring at him* Really, General? Do I have... Ugh, fine. And the General says he... loves us... *blushes furiously*

Plo: *delighted clicking noises*

And this is why I could never be the hero

some might think i just have a bad boy/rebellion complex for shipping hermione w mostly slytherins & being an absolute sucker for gray/dark hermione...... but here’s the real reason!!!!!

(saw this on Strictly Dramione facebook group)