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[charmwasjess]

If Lucasfilm hires you to develop a project what do you pitch?

(Happy Thanksgiving btw 🦃)

Forgive me o’ Geode, friend and sender of fun asks, but the pitch would be me asking to use the restroom and then sneaking out through an open window.

I know! I know! What a boring answer! That sounds so cynical and unfun! Jess LOVES Star Wars content!! So why is she crying?!

Problem is, I think I would want to pitch The Acolyte. 

Of course, I disagree with Leslye Headland’s take on the Jedi Order completely. But I can’t say I didn’t have fun with that show, or that I wouldn’t have tried to do the exact same thing she did with some meaningful differences: get a Jedi-centric story away from the Skywalker Saga, explore weird places, make it dark and edgy and sexy, diverse leads, LGTBQIA+ characters treated like real characters, big tasty lightsaber fights. And it would get cancelled just like The Acolyte did, as none of the things I wanted to fix about the show were the reasons for its failure. 

I don’t think it’s just Star Wars, by the way. It is ROUGH out there for creative people working on projects, big or small. The industry is changing in ways that are still being realized as stories change to franchises which change to corporate properties managing streaming conglomerates. I imagine it will get a great deal worse before it gets better as companies start to cheap out on AI. I’ve talked to Netflix producers, friends who write for Marvel projects, and closer to home, my partner just realized the creative dream of a lifetime: the book he’s worked on for seven years got published by THE publisher in his scene. It’s a success! His fans are fantastic! The reviews are great! He’s sold so many copies so quickly that he would qualify for NYT bestsellers criteria if they listed his genre. His experience with the process was like pulling fucking teeth. He was unsupported with the book on every level by his publishers, fought for every good decision, and the whole process was exhausting and demoralizing.  

I can’t imagine how quickly the dream turns into a nightmare for someone taking on a Lucasfilm project, getting the chance to tell a story they’re deeply passionate about, and then it fails utterly for reasons entirely outside of their control.  

Anyway, without invoking Apollo’s red ball, I do want to talk about a Dooku: Jedi Lost adaptation for a second. Because of course, imagining well done cinematic scenes of certain favorite moments in that book - the Tirra ‘taka or Sifo-Dyas’s sandstorm while Dooku’s blue blade is just cutting down foes left and right - make my nips so hard they just break off and go flying around the room, smashing up the furniture. It’s impossible not to dream “well, what if they just did it really well?” 

But here’s where I think it falls apart. Regardless of how you view the platonic or romantic nature of Sifo-Dyas and Dooku's relationship, a good half the book is two male characters having intimate, affirming conversations about their feelings. Can you imagine a Star Wars property where the male leads look at each other and say lines like “you’re here. With me.” or the whole “I’m in.” “I”m in” exchange as their ship literally falls burning from the sky? Disney would probably turn it into a lightsaber fight, and yeah, I’d reblog the shit out of those gifs, but I think it would erase something core that I love in the narrative that is perfectly captured in the medium it’s in right now. Something tender and understated and rare.

....And even if they captured that aspect perfectly, part of the “fandom” that hadn’t seen a Star Wars film since May 2005 would bleat “woke” and complain that their wife left them because someone (me) ruined Count Dooku.

[imnotditzy]

Captain Marvel doesn’t know what a normal death is

(TW: mentions of death, brief mentions of murder gang violence)

No but really if you ask a street rat, literal living lighting, a bunch of ancient immortal people and a really wise king from a bajillion years ago, why would a reasonable answer be an option?

Like Billy thinks that if you’re 60 one of your feet are in the grave. Why? Because that was the life expectancy in the 50s. He's also homeless so he’s already more exposed to crime anyway, I wouldn’t doubt he thinks death by “minding someone else’s business” is common enough to be recorded as such in its own category and not murder. Also, he literally fights supervillains who try to kill him everyday? His view is skewed so much, that the damage might be irreversible. 😭

Moving on, Marvel is literally sentient magic. They can’t die, and if they can it’s not a thing that’s very easy to come by. The amount of work it takes to even do the equivalent of a paper cut is excessive, the concept of them dying would take a lot to set in. And they are a lost cause when it comes to knowing what a normal death is. The only “normal” deaths they’ve really paid attention to are the deaths of the Champions…and none of them had anything close to a normal death. (One of them literally gets hacked in two 💀)

The acronym; do I even have to explain? All of them besides Solomon, Heracles and Achilles literally haven’t died. And literally no hero in Greek mythology dies normally. Solomon is the only one who’s died of natural and normal causes, but he was alive in the BCE. That is a long time ago.

Now, Combine all of them together and what do you get? Captain Marvel: someone who does not have a correct interpretation of typical death!

This would probably concern others around them. Especially the JL, because I feel like Captain would mention this randomly.

—

(Green Lantern [Hal] and Captain Marvel were sent to investigate a crime scene together and they stumble upon the body.)

Captain Marvel: Aw…seems like their time came. (Captain’s got a sympathetic but large smile.)

Green Lantern (looking down at the stabbed body): Um, Cap?

Captain: It’s a shame. But I guess nothing could be done…

Lantern: Captain, they were stabbed???

Captain: Oh, I know. Happens to the best of people, right?

Lantern: Uh —No? Captain this is…worrying??

Captain: They’re in a better place now. Maybe.. ☺️

—

(They’re now back at the watchtower for a debrief, but it somehow turned into Batman questioning Captain Marvel.)

Batman: Captain can you explain why the body was not concerning to you?

(Batman’s staring at Captain intensely.)

Captain (confused smiling): …because there was nothing to worry about?

Batman (raising an eyebrow): Why?

Captain (hesitant): Because there’s probably not a serial killer or whatever running around? They killed an insider, it was gang violence.

Batman: How were you sure?

(Captain looks up to the side like their remembering before shrugging)

Captain: …Oh, I’ve seen similar bodies like that before.

—

(This occurrence is reason #5738 on why Captain Marvel cannot interact with civilians. But in Captain’s defense, how was Billy supposed to know lifespans updated?)

Captain Marvel (pointing at an “old” lady): Oh, she’s 62?

Citizen: Yeah?

Captain (sympathetic): Oh. It’s good she’s still on her feet though.

Citizen: What?

Captain: She’s thriving for her age, right?

Citizen: C—Captain Marvel, she’s 60 not 99. She just retired.

Captain (confused): Really? Why would they have her working so long if she’s nearing the end? (The lady turns around with this expression on her face: 😟)

Citizen: Because she wanted to?? Captain are you ageist?

Captain (never heard that word a day in his life): Uh, I don’t think so? What does that even mean??

(The media later somehow gets ahold of the footage and it becomes such a scandal it reaches the JL; Captain Marvel is then forced to have a public statement. At the giant press conference, Mary and Freddy are there standing next to him and laughing.)

Captain Marvel (whispering): Shut up, it’s not like you thought any different.

Miss Marvel (also whispering): Yeah but we’re not stupid enough to say it to their face, Captain.

Captain Marvel (still whispering): It’s not like you guys would have any less scandals than I do if you were in the media as much as I am.

Reporter (impatiently): Ahem. Marvels?

(Both siblings look like deer in headlights while Freddy laughs at them. They both apologize in unison.)

(Captain then clears their throat, they look like they’re dreading this.)

Captain Marvel: I am terribly sorry for what I said about [62yo citizen]. I hadn’t intended to be rude, but I seemed as such because I had a gap in my…

Solomon (telling him what to say): …Knowledge. I was under the assumption that the average lifespan wasn’t much longer than a person’s 60s…

Captain (repeating what Solomon’s saying): I now know that, while once true, that information is outdated.

(Billy went on for three more minutes, only stopping because the DTC got too bored and people were starting to give him funny looks.)

[xomii-ink]

Can’t believe they did luffy like this during his debut 😔

[halloween-sweets]

[simplyasoutherngal1]

I wish all my friends & those of you that feel like family a blessed,safe and a very happy Thanksgiving 🦃 tomorrow 🤗❤️

[lipstickandfrenchfries]

[beneaththemooon]

[lalo-tellmeagain]

Happy Thanksgiving! Let’s celebrate by looking at Dr. Tony in his white coat 🫠😍

[mrsoharaa]

❥Ꮺ Currently thinking about the way you'd sneakily, sinfully slip yourself beneath the weighted warmth of your shared covers and travel your way down to the destination of your greedy, lustrous intent. Small palms would gently fondle and massage his thick, strong thighs as you plant teasing, ghost like kisses amongst each inner thigh on your way down. Your lips finally finding their way into his tightening briefs as you carefully, diligently refrain his throbbing, hot length straining painfully against his confinements.

Carefully pumping him, you give the bulbous, dark brown tip a delicate kiss. Hearing nothing but the sound of stifled grunts and grumbles bellowing within the thicken air, your wide, doe eyes swiftly meet up to his. Wallowing momentarily at the gentlness his dark, curls of mahogany drapes over the allure of his awakening features.

The imminent longing, still exhausted gaze beaming down at you with such hazed confliction. Thick brows knit softly together as his wide right hand swindles its way into your tresses. Each long, thick digit prying into every strand it could mangle its way into, his hips slightly shifting as his haze slowly gnaws out from his inclined peaceful slumber.

"Aye dios cariño, so early in the morning with you" his rasp voice barrens with a steep chuckle, thumb gently caressing the root of your head with tender strokes. Awakening irises of hued copper peering down at you with such amusement and glee. Hefty breaths hitching slightly with each pump of your supple palm.

You simply hum softly against his twitching head, giving it another chaste kiss as your hand continues to steadily stroke along the hardening, fervent shaft. Your thumb brisking over the tender of his sensitive tip.

"Couldn't help it baby...I was getting hungry" you bat your full lashes up at him with such weighted immodesty, shrouding the forged sweet and innocent guise with such oozing depravity and ascending lust burning against your tongue and heated stare.

Sends an erratic, buzzing pulse down the stride of Miguel's stirring, awakening firm figure. A fuzzy, torrid sensation rutting at the midst of his solid hips. As his mind instantly flips into a ravenous, boundless awry abyss. Nothing but the prudent, vile thoughts of having you in between his legs and letting you have your way with him, triggered his animistic, unwavering hunger for you.

His fingers weaves more profusely into your hair, a mere deep hum reverberating against his tightening chest. God, how badly he wanted to flip the positions and ravish you ever so desperately and greedily. Just to have his tongue deprive you from all sense of maneuvering even in the slightest. To have you cry, whimper and plea out for more of his insatiable, sensuous touches.

"Such a tempting offer, Nena...but we are at your parent's lake house for Thanksgiving, I think it's best that we don't do anything provocative right now...especially when they're bedroom is right next to ours" he gently assures with lighten strokes through your hair, flinching airily when he feels your welcoming soft breaths seep into his bare flesh. Coaxing his painfully pulsating cock within your comforting, tender grasp.

Deeply inhales a breath when he feels your tongue glide along the slit of his leaking tip, cursing shakily under his Spanish tongue. Wrangling his prolong fingers through each strand of your hair with added pressure, his cock agonizingly throbbing amongst your vexing motions.

"...They're only two doors down baby...besides一" you continue to pump his twitching length with your silken palm, basking a warm breath along his sweltering flesh as your eyes gleam at him with such dire want and kindled mischief. Lips nearly centimeters away from his pulsating dick.

"I know you want this just as much as I do...you'll just have to try to stay quiet while I devour you Miggy~" and not a moment after your mildly provocative statement had recited through his burning ears, Miguel could not take his hands (or any part of his body for that matter), off of you from that start of a morning. ‹3

[gv1bezx24]

@𝐦𝐬_𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝟐𝟓

[sasunarualways]

happy thanksgiving sweeties 😘

[copaceticjillybean]

“People, I really don’ think I should hafta say this, but how ‘bout we DON’ eat the Goetia for Thanksgivin’, or any other big feastin’ holidays for that matter? It’s a time to be thankful, not a time to stir up trouble-that’s what Black Friday’s for!”

[marchencrafts]

Kawaii Thanksgiving Turkey 🦃 🍽️

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! 🥂 Really hope you all have a great time today 🧡

[rowanisawriter]

wip whenever

thanks for the tag @greypetrel arja!! im writing a little neve/lucanis thing because i like how they fit together in the game and because i have an illness called put man in every single situation possible

tagging… @swordbisexual @yourworsttotebag @smoreofbabylon and anyone else who would like to share

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She walks toward the stove, slipping behind him to take a box of tea.

“I can brew it for you,” he says without turning around.

“You will excuse me if I don’t rush to accept a drink poured by a Crow,” she replies, trying to keep her voice light.

He turns his head, his face in profile illuminated by the soft firelight he cooks over. The shape of his nose is striking. She looks down, at the pack of tea in her hands.

“I won’t poison you,” he says. “It’s not my style.”

“Your style?”

“Knives. Can’t fit a knife in a cup of tea. So I believe you are safe.”

He turns back to the stove but puts his hand out, palm up. Neve is still for several moments. He doesn’t move his hand.

[halloween-sweets]

[simplyasoutherngal1]

Happy Thanksgiving 🦃 wishing everyone a wonderful day 🤗