You Ever Have A Detailed Layout For A Fic, You Know Exactly How You Want It To Go, But You’re Stuck

Thank you so much for the tag!

I’m really sorry, can’t figure out where y’all got the nice color palettes or how to make them. The one above is for my first name.

and this is for my surname.

I know this is very different from most of the stuff on my blog, but @andro-inherdreamworld @msredrum666 @wanderingbluespirit and anyone who’d enjoy this!

saw this on instagram and thought it was fun!! so let’s do a chain thingy, shall we?

what’s the colour palette of your name?

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the thing I find charming about the jedi apprentice books is the absolute dedication to giving obi wan a taster of literally every other character's personal trauma.

oh you were a child slave? yeah that happened to him. you had to kill someone you cared about to protect innocent lives? yeah he did that at like 13. you were forced to lead children into battle as a child yourself? obi wan did that. you had to live on the run from all factions of a planet torn by civil war? that happened to obi wan like three times.

also as an adult he never once mentions any of this. icon behaviour.

lab and border collie 

Normalize going into people’s ask boxes and ask them random ass questions.

Tumblr used to be so much fun with all the asks (anonymous or otherwise), and we need to bring those back, especially now that we finally have a half-decent blocking feature in place.

Ask people things! Message them! Don’t let tumblr inbox die! It’s one of the features that made tumblr tumblr.

I think people misunderstand "x fell first, y fell harder " trope because it's not about like the one who fell harder loves the other person harder. It's just that the one who fell first falls in a graceful way, one step at the time, maybe gradually over a span of time. The one who fell harder smashes trough the air, there's blood everywhere, everything is fine-

to the people who are following me

thank you

im sorry

One of my favourite things to do when writing Codywan fanfics is abusing the difference between "the General" and "his General"

because Cody always calls Obi-Wan the General, not a possesive but a title. That is the General that commands him and his brother. He refers to him as the General or General Kenobi and nothing else.

Until they grow closer. Until he starts to see Obi-Wan as a friend, then it becomes Obi-Wan, mostly when they're alone and no one else is there to hear it. The General, General Kenobi, Obi-Wan. A name, a friend, no longer is it General Kenobi, the distant image of a greater than life Jedi. He is a person now, too.

And when Cody slowly begins to fall, before he has even realised what is going on it becomes his General. No longer is it the general, a distant and detached title for a man that, until recently, was nothing more but someone that had to command him. Now it's his General, not a title but a term of endearment. That is the man who has protected him, has had his back a million times. That is the man who looked at him and saw a person, the one in the million of identical faces. This is the man who brings him Caff when they're staying up late doing their paperwork despite Cody never asking for it. This is the man who learned Cody's tells, who sits with him after particularly hard battles and has seen him at his lowest. That is not just any General, this is Cody's General.

It's such a subtle difference in how Cody talks about Obi-Wan but to me it has always had such a heavy weight to it.

Dick was the last to be adopted, Jason became the black sheep post-resurrection, Tim made himself Robin, Damian was dropped in Gotham after ten years of being kept secret, Cass possesses killer instincts that run counter to Batman's philosophy, Duke is a meta whose parents are still alive (albeit jokerized), and Steph has zero legal connections to the Waynes. All of the batkids have reason to believe they're the only one Bruce doesn't want around and Bruce is unaware of the problem because they don't vocalize it not just out of the usual emotional constipation, but also a deep-seated fear of being proven right. In this essay, I will—

So now I need a fic where Erik says Angel and means it. He then gently pulls Charles closer and kisses him on the forehead, saying angel again.

He embraces him, tucks Charles' face into his shoulder, as though to keep him safe and hidden and protected from the world and everything in it.

He buries his face in Charles' hair while murmuring Charles' name and endearments (angel, liebling, that sort of thing).

It fades out on the two of them wrapped around each other, crying softly, holding onto each other for dear life, swaying ever so slightly, just being there together, because they're both so tired and hurting and alone and they are each the only thing that can make the other whole.

Logan is just in the background blue-screening, because this honestly just explains so, so many things.

Honestly one of the cruelest things Erik did to Charles was pause after saying Angel. You can see the anger fade immediately, he thinks for a moment that Erik is meeting him with love and gentleness. It anchors him, he stops to really look at him. Eyes to lips. For a moment he thought Erik called him Angel.

And he’s throughly confused why Erik is listing names after. I’m going to be sick.

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.