Au Where A Bunch Of Star Wars Characters Get Pulled Out Of Time And Into A Room With Each Other

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like…some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit…

Obi-Wan’s mindwipe didn't fail and he was sold away before Jinn was able to find him.

Years later, on Tatooine, Jinn meets Anakin Skywalker, who works part-time in Watto's store, because he wants to help his mother and older brother Ben.

Anankin takes one look at them and goes "Oh, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you all day. C'mon, dinner should be ready soon, mum will be upset if it goes cold."

Jinn and Padmé go all WTF but follow the kid since the sandstorm is coming and they don't have another option. Anakin spents the whole time asking Padmé questions and Jinn only manages to interrupt when they get close to the house.

Jinn: "How did you know we'll come?" Anakin just shrugs.

Anakin: "Ben told me. And he's almost always right." And then he yells something like "Beeeeen, that weird guy in robes is here!"

A head pops out of the house, looks them over and then Ben gestures for them to get inside, while chiding Anakin for his manners.

They have dinner during which Jinn just can't figure out why this Ben's presence bothers him so much. He's met Force-sensitive adults before, it's nothing new. But something is seriously off with this particular guy. Maybe it's his red hair and blue eyes, so painfully familiar...

Meanwhile, Padmé tells Shmi about their problem and she and Ben share a look.

Ben: "We've been saving money to buy tickets to Alderaan. It should be enough to get the parts you need."

And Padmé with her strong morals says "Oh, no, we cannot possibly take your money-" that's all she's able to get out before Ben raises his hand.

"I wasn't done." He says calmly and Jinn shivers at his tone. "We will give you money if you take us with you and compensate us upon the arrival to Coruscant, sans the money for the food and the like."

Padmé agrees, since it's a reasonable request, but Jinn frowns in disapproval.

Later that evening he tries to get a sample of Anakin’s blood to confirm his theory, but cannot get the boy alone. And Ben just stares at Jinn without saying anything until Jinn quietly retreats.

In the morning they get all the parts and fix the ship.

The whole week they spent traveling Jinn tries to get that sample. He fails each time. Ben seems to have an uncanny ability to appear out of thin air, and Jinn would have suspected that he was a trained Force-user, but he can't find enough evidence to prove that.

When they land and Padmé meets Palpatine, Ben goes stiff and steps in front of Anakin and Shmi, shielding them slightly. He smiles politely, but his gaze is sharp.

And just as Ben is about to take their stuff from C3PO Jinn is like "Oh, that's our speeder." Points at the Temple speeder and marches the family into it. "The Temple has the most modern medicine and the best healers, please let them examine you. This is the least I can do to thank you for your help." He claims, but in reality he just really wants to see if he's right about Anakin.

Ben and Shmi agree, since none of them ever been seen by a real doctor and Jedi Healers sound very good.

It all goes to shit when Ben's DNA matches with one Obi-Wan Kenobi, who's been missing for twelve years. The Council is in uproar and demands to see him right away.

Jinn, shocked and confused, stares at his long gone Padawan and wonders, while Master Windu asks Ben to tell them about himself.

Ben shrugs.

"Not much to tell. Woke up one day on a ship, been sold the next day, worked my ass off for several years then ran away and hid on Tatooine. Met Shmi and Ani, freed them and we've been living together ever since."

The Council is devastated by all of this and Mace tells Ben about his life in the Temple and offers him to stay, to help him recover his memories.

Jinn decides to chime in with "I think Skywalker is a Chosen One and I wanna train him."

He immediately gets a a very firm "No" from Ben. He has his arms crossed and glares at Jinn. "I don't care about all this properpcy stuff, Ani is just a kid. You lot have non-Jedi workers here?" Mace nods. "Wonderful, then we'll stay and Anakin can join the Initiates if that's what he wants and then he can decide if he wants to be a Jedi. Now, if you excuse me, I need to talk to my family, have a good day." He walks out, slamming the door behind him.

Every judgmental stare turns to Jinn.

He squirms.

***

Anakin joins Feraliios Clan. Ben works all around the Temple, fixing stuff and Shmi works in the kitchen, which improves the flavors significantly.

Jinn doesn't stop pestering Anakin about the properpcy until one day he gets fed up and bites Jinn in the forearm.

He has to get seventeen stitches.

And when newly selected Chancellor Palpatine starts calling the Temple asking to meet 'the young boy who helped his queen when she was in need' to thank him.

The first few times the Council politely refuses him, because Anakin said 'no', because the man didn't pass Ben’s vibe-check and Ben is always right when it comes to this kind of things. But when Palpatine begins to threaten them, they have no choice but to obey. They inform Anakin about it and he immediately walks into the meeting of the Council, Ben in tow.

He says "Fine, I'll go, but I choose the place and Master Windu comes with me." Mace is surprised, but agrees quickly. He won't let a child to meet an older man all alone.

That's how they all find themselves in the most luxurious and expensive restaurant in Coruscant. After greetings, Palpatine thanks Anakin and begins to question him about his life in the Temple, completely ignoring Mace. Anakin smiles, stands on his chair, pulls a data pad out of his pocket and begins to read aloud a lecture on consent and why it is important in all aspects of the life of a sentient being.

They attract looks, but Anakin doesn't stop until the end of the lecture. Then he bows, jumps down and eats his food like nothing happened. Palpatine is bright red, Mace is amused and low-key terrified and Anakin is happy to taste something new. He can't wait to tell Ben and his mum!

They get back to the Temple and Palpatine never bothers them again.

***

Ben finds out how exactly he lost his memory.

He punches Jinn in the face and then goes to yell at the Council.

He tears them a new one for their blatant disregard of the children's feelings and promptly makes himself the Head of the Crèche, taking Yoda's place.

And it changes things.

He teaches children hand to hand combat, advises them and helps them in general. He suggests certain Master-Padawan pairs and they are always successful. And he absolutely wipes the floor with Rael in the salles. He doesn't even use his new lightsaber much, just throws himself into the battle.

(And he bites. A lot.)

***

When Dooku hears about Ben, he gets back to the Temple as fast as he can.

Anakin takes one look at him and decides that he found Ben a perfect Master.

He doesn't take 'no' for the answer.

Dooku ends up having tea with Shmi and Ben four times a week.

A month later he agrees to train Ben.

***

Feemor literally flies into the room and stares at his lost baby brother.

Ben stares back.

And then they hug the live out of each other, because Ben does tHeRaPy and it helped recover his memories.

Anakin decided to adopt Feemor too.

And then tells the Council that Feemor is his Master. Feemor doesn't object.

***

Ten years later, Ben stares at the endless sea of identically looking men and wonders when exactly his life went to hell.

He blames Yoda.

He shoots down Fett's ship and locks him in one of the rooms, while neatly avoiding being bitten by Fett Junior.

He catches one of the clones and asks him to keep an eye on Fetts and goes to search the place. He can feel that's something is very very wrong here. Well, besides this all decommissioning banthashit.

Two hours of search, one confused ARC trooper CC-2224 later and Ben glares at the mind-controlling chip in his hand. The poor trooper stares at it in horror and swears up and down that he didn't know what it was inside him.

Ben pats his shoulder in reassurance. He has a feeling they'll be seeing each other a lot.

***

Deciphering the commands on the chip leads them to the summer house of the former Chancellor Palpatine. He didn't hold that position for long, there were too many nasty rumors that he was forcing children to do strange things.

Shadows confirm that he is, indeed, a Sith Lord. The Council starts to argue what to do about it.

Anakin and Ben share a look.

They blow up the entire house with an ion cannon, making sure that only Palpatine was inside.

"Oh no," Ben deadpans, watching the fire, "our Chancellor. He's dead."

"The wiring must have been shitty. That is why it is necessary to check the entire system every six months." Anakin said instructively.

***

Anakin is the best man on Ben and Cody’s wedding.

Ben returns the favor a few months later.

***

Clones settle all over the Galaxy, after their accelerated aging was cured. They fight slavers and start families.

Everyone is happy.

***

And deep down in the hell, Palpatine curses Kebobi with all his strength.

If you could change the fate of one character from The Untamed, whom would you choose and what change would you make?

…just one, anon? Just one?? Do you know the sheer body count of this show???

All of my gut instinct responses are the ladies of CQL, because they all get royally screwed over by the plot for reasons of various legitimacy (they were fridged. let’s be honest here. they were completely and totally fridged)

Jiang Yanli deserved a life outside of the men in her life. Wen Qing deserved to be respected for the leader and healer she was. Lan Yi deserved to be respected as an innovator and a sect leader, regardless of her gender. Cangse-sanren deserved to live in defiance of societal expectation, to love the man she chose, to raise their brilliant, beautiful son together. A-Qing deserved an entire life beyond her not-childhood.

But fate means more than just life or death; changing someone’s fate could mean a version of Jiang Cheng who forgives himself much earlier than canonical Jiang Cheng does; changing someone’s fate could mean a Lan Xichen who holds his blade and spares Jin Guangyao’s life, and never confronts the emotional agony of murdering his sworn brother, never goes into an indefinite seclusion. 

You know what? Fuck it – for novelty’s sake, I’m going to say Wen Zhuliu. Change his fate, and change it early – he never falls in with the Wen Sect, remains Zhao Zhuliu, rogue cultivator, Core-Melting Hand, dark-robed vigilante. He haunts the five provinces; he enacts a cold, unseen kind of justice. He occasionally turns up at Lotus Pier in the middle of the night, silent and shivering and bloodied, and Madam Yu snaps at the guards to fetch a healer for him. He’s almost always gone by the morning. Sometimes, when Madam Yu gets particularly vicious, a toxic kind of violence bubbling low in her gut, resentment and dissatisfaction boiling over, she ignites a talisman and meets Zhao Zhuliu in the woods beyond Lotus Pier a few nights later, and they go night-hunting together, taking aim only at the most ferocious of legendary beasts, the most vicious of vengeful spirits. Their exploits only make their way into public knowledge as gossip and myth, but Zhao Zhuliu is long accustomed to being the subject of both.

He is afforded a terrified kind of respect; he is left alone.

Of course, this means that Jiang Cheng never loses his core to Wen Zhuliu; this means Wei Wuxian never makes his sacrifice, the Yunmeng Shuangjie never experience that particular heartbreak. I’d love to see Zhao Zhuliu interact with Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan, two other rogue cultivators who choose to remain outside of sect politics. I’d love to see him defend the Wen refugees, just glare everyone else into terrified submission with implicit threat. I’d love to see his blank-faced surprise when Wei Wuxian, lead disciple of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, a boy he’s watched grow up over his erratic visits to Lotus Pier, now a young man he’s seen cut ruthlessly through opponents during Sunshot, shows up in the fragile settlement Zhao Zhuliu’s helped the Wen refugees establish; I’d love to see Wei Wuxian offer to help with that wide, guileless smile of his, and in between building up the foundations of new houses, he breaks down Zhao Zhuliu’s walls, becomes the first to see Zhao Zhuliu for the man he is behind the fearsome reputation, the awful technique.

Would you teach me? Wei Wuxian asks one night, when everyone else is asleep. The cookfire burns low between them, occasionally spitting a spark into the darkness.

Zhao Zhuliu knows exactly what Wei Wuxian is asking. No, he says. After a moment, he adds, but I would consider it.

Why not? There is no hurt in Wei Wuxian’s tone, just idle curiosity as the lead disciple of Yunmeng Jiang leans back to look at the stars, long legs stretched before him.

I’ve always intended for the technique to die with me, Zhao Zhuliu says. It’s just taking longer than expected.

And Wei Wuxian looks at him with those dark, heavy-lidded eyes that have always seen more than he lets on in his carefree, careless demeanour, and Zhao Zhuliu feels seen, inspected, assessed, judged.

He thinks about his solitary night-hunts, the weeks spent in hard, lonely pursuit of brutal criminals on the fringes of society, where sect law wears thin and evil deeds go unreported, unpunished. He thinks about the invisibility of the justice he metes out, about a society that never wanted him, a world that barely tolerates him. He thinks about the suicidal missions and the dangerous night-hunts, thinks about the number of times he’s stumbled back to Lotus Pier in a haze of blood-loss and injury, thinks about how accustomed he’s grown to saluting death as it brushes his shoulder on its merciless path. He realizes that people feared him because he was fearless, and that he was fearless because he’d always expected to die young and unmourned.

Zhao Zhuliu lets out a long breath, one weighted now with the self-awareness that he’s always assumed his years were running out soon, and leans back against the wall of a half-built house, crossing his legs at the ankles and staring up at the stars. Around him are the delicate skeletons of lives he’s saved, lives he’s helping rebuild, living and breathing and laughing proof that his hands can do more than destroy.

Zhao-ge, Wei Wuxian says, eyes closed. Do you think Wen Qing would let us plant potatoes if you suggested it instead of me?

Not a chance, Wei-gongzi, Zhao Zhuliu says, and feels something warm and glowing settle in his chest, like the dying embers of the fire between them, barely visible in the dark.

If your husband actually signs the divorce papers you gave him you might just need to start an apocalypse about it…

Divorce Era Jayvik, my beloved, my dearest…

NHS whenever JGY is looking vs when he isnt

Petitions - UK Government and Parliament

Petition: Do not ban transgender people from receiving care in mainstream hospital wards

The Health Secretary has said that transgender hospital patients in England may be banned from being treated in female- and male-only wards.

more fucking petitions because this clown car country cannot stop with the bigotry for 30 seconds

uk people it takes 5 seconds and you checking your email to verify

everyone else: rebloge please

"Every time someone steps up and says who they are the world becomes a better, more interesting place." 🫶🏳️‍🌈

My tribute to Andre Braugher, thank you for Captain Raymond Holt ❤️✨

Peak character design is a dark gradient on the limbs or fingers

on shame and yearning (pt.2)

When Armand and Daniel finally kiss on screen the “after the show” bit is just going to be Assad giggling maniacally