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online friends never say they love you like a normal person, it's always gotta be "if we lived close to each other i would get mental health bagels with you" or something like that

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so my dash did a thing

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I talk a LOT about how important it is to ao3 authors to recieve comments, but I don't think I thank my commenters enough.

This post is a huge thank you to the Captain Swan fandom. You guys were the first fandom I regularly posted fics for, and I could always count on recieving two to five comments on a fic within the first day of posting, from @tiganasummertree 's almost religiously posted comment on every single fic in the fandom to a long rambled comment from @booksteaandtoomuchtv and the flailing in my dms from @kmomof4 and also everyone else, though I don't have time to list you all. You guys are a fandom who knows how to treat your authors well and with lots of love and support, and the thing that makes me saddest about how quickly I've shifted fandoms is all the encouragement from you guys that I'm missing out on.

I love all my old cs shipmates so much, and hope you have a lovely day!

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❣️ Freeze ❣️ You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Nothing bad will happen if you break the chain, but you can keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!

(yes, I sent you two different messages like this bc u deserve it ❤️)

awww, thanks! I will not be sending it to other people, but I'm tagging a few people I love!

@silver-the-phoenix @whaleiumsharkspeare @kingofbr00klyn @silverpaintedstars @kanerallels @authorofemotion @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @i-am-a-stupid-robot @avatardoggo @melliabee @horizon-penblade-art @heckin-music-dork @hollers-and-holmes @avatardoggo @emilyrox @birdwithinternet @pirateprincessofpizza @poptart-cat-78 @booksteaandtoomuchtv @kmomof4 @jrob64 @piraterefrigerator @jessicas-pi @aintinacage @sugarandice3 @coruscantiprincess and u ofc!

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yes! you were my first introduction to the whole gang!

You ever just realized how lucky you are that you did that weird thing that led to you being friends with the people you are friends with?

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bettina vanderpool 🍂🍄‍🟫🪨

I had a lot of fun with this one! I used this image as a reference, but changed the color of the outfit because I've drawn her in black before. I really love how it turned out.

🍄 Send me a character and a fall emoji and I'll draw you a fall fanart!

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📹 Starcrossed Rebellion Heroes Share Passionate Kiss On Live Broadcast (Not Clickbait!!!) for the ask game please!!

You got it!

The Ghost crew had stood by each other in everything: triumph, victory, loss, failure, success. The spectres were more than just a crew, they were a family, a team that always had each other's backs, no matter what. So, naturally, when a personal moment between spectres 5 and 6 was broadcast to every cell in the rebellion, the only natural response from spectres 3 and 4 was to take advantage of the situation and make things so much worse.

kick-in-the-pants ask game!

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Sabezra gamergirl AU for WIP Wednesday because I am OBSESSED with it

no better day to answer this late then, uh, the next wedenesday 😂 here's some Hera POV

 The last decade or so had gone pretty much exactly as Hera had planned. After realizing how important it was to her to help guide young people to their place in the world, she'd set her sights on a philosophy PHD so she could teach at Attalon Alliance University. She'd graduated with honors, and soon began teaching, and it was just as fulfilling as she'd planned it would be.  But what she hadn't considered in her plans was falling in love. When she was in college, she'd been too focused on her studies, and later on her duties as an RA in her dorm, to even consider pursuing a relationship, and by then, well, she figured there weren't a lot of single men in their late twenties interested in dating philosophy professors, so she poured herself into her work instead, and building good connections with her students as much as she could.  But, apparently, she hadn't been entirely correct in her assessment of her prospects. There was, apparently, at least one single man in his late twenties interested in dating philosophy professors— a man by the name of Kanan Jarrus, one who'd figured there weren't a lot of single women in their late twenties interested in dating the kind of guy who'd adopted an eight year old at the age of twenty-two and now had a sixteen year-old son who spent most of his time either playing video games or watching other people play them. Hera had met Kanan at [PLACE,] and though there was no denying the spark between them, it took a couple more chance run-ins before she'd agreed to a date. Their relationship progressed slowly, with Hera's career and Kanan's delicate balance of providing for and raising his son, but they'd had more time to see each other over the past year, since his son had enrolled at Atallon University.

thanks for the ask!

✍ WIP Wednesday ask game!

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@ana-cantskywalker I think the post is meant to be about Tesla's cybertrucks, but I'm choosing to believe instead that you assumed that this post is about clones of the long-dead inventor Nikolai Tesla and some deep lore where he runs around slapping people who are just walking along the roadside.

And then you went "coincidentally, there's a car that also does this!"

It's so weird to see Teslas out in the wild doing normal car things shouldn't you be hitting a pedestrian or something

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sabine wren requested by @accidental-spice

much like sabine, the lotus represents strength, resilience, and rebirth- tenets at the heart of mandalorian way

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if you keep runnin', i'll keep runnin' i don't know what's comin' but I know one thing every little fork in the road never feel my hand letting go for @accidental-spice

LOVE LIKE THAT • PHILLIP PHILLIPS • KANAN JARRUS AND HERA SYNDULLA • STAR WARS REBELS • kazzy’s corner secret valentine's thank you gift

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📝 + swirl, please?

I searched every work-in-progress of mine, but the only one I could find is technically no longer in-progress, and is instead actually written, so I thought I'd share this snippet from it!

"Karabast," Ezra muttered, jumping back a bit by instinct from the blue milk that overflowed from the glass he was pouring it into and spilling all over his hand, and now onto the floor.

"I should know better than to pour myself a drink when Sabine enters the galley," Ezra thought, setting his drink down on the counter behind him as he searched for a cloth to clean it up with, "a Jedi has to stay focused."

"Need a hand?"

He heard Sabine's voice behind him and turned around quickly— too quickly, as his forehead rammed into her helmet.

"Ow!" Ezra said, wondering what could possibly make an armor that hard.

"Sorry," Sabine said, and her gloved hand touched the now-sore spot on his forehead, "are you alright?'

"I'm fine," Ezra said, ignoring the pain in his forehead for the moment. He'd dropped the towel, and now he swirled it around the floor with his foot to clean up the spill, knowing that as bad as the injury was, it couldn't be nearly as bad as what would happen if Hera caught sight of the mess he'd made. "My forehead isn't dented, is it?"

"I'm no medic," Sabine said, opening the conservator and scrounging around in it, "but it looks like it'll be the opposite. At least you'll be able to make up one of your elaborate stories about the bump it'll leave."

"Oh yeah," Ezra said, "about how I accidentally went head-to-head with a Mandalorian and ended up almost literally crying over spilled milk."

She laughed a little at his attempted joke, then pulled a frozen bag out of the conservator.

"Put this on it," Sabine handed it to him, "that'll numb the pain and slow the bruising, or something like that."

"Thanks," Ezra said, and as he pressed the bag of frozen rations to his forehead, Sabine bent down and finished taking care of his mess on the floor.

"What happened, anyways?" she asked.

"I guess I got distracted," Ezra said, still distracted by her.

"While pouring a glass of milk?" Sabine asked, looking up at him quizzically before turning back to her work of drying up the floor.

"Yeah," Ezra scratched the back of his neck.

This is (Kinda) The Way is out now! Click here to read it!

📝 fic words!

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🥤🍄🌻🍬🪲 for the other writing ask game!

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

@jessicas-pi. Her works are always the perfect balance of fluff, comedy, angst, and the most perfectly unhinged chaos imaginable.

🍄 ⇢ share a headcanon for one of your favorite ships or pairings

this is suspiciously similar to my answer when iris asked me this one, but I have this silly little headcanon I sketched somewhere where Ezra dyes a stripe in his hair that matches whatever color Sabine's hair happens to be dyed, and Sabine does a blueish-black stripe in her hair that matches Ezra's hair.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@laughingphoenixleader, @kingofbr00klyn, @whaleiumsharkspeare, and really all of my little tumblr buddies!

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Miguel O'Hara from Spiderverse is mid. I have no beef against him, but I also don't get the appeal surrounding him, either. I literally had to block his tag just so the spiderverse tags can be usable.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

Evil Question. Absolutely diabolical. Nonetheless, here:

"The rules of his youth had been something akin to "better seen and not heard," and when you spend so long in silence, you train yourself to do a good deal of listening, of watching and waiting and doing your best to quietly piece together what all of it means."

Also, I think it's hilarious that they thing fifty words is a "paragraph." I'm writing The Shuttle fanfic; fifty words is barely a sentence.

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

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Happy birthday to my beloved mutual @kanerallels!!! Thank you for always supporting my writing with your delightful comments and spectacular betaing!!! It's a delight to know you; ilysm!!!

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Sabezra gamer girl AU for the ask game?

Here ya go!

 Across the room, a group of boys were having a heated discussion over their game of Smash Bros. She didn't try to eavesdrop, but she'd always been aware of the world around her, and definitely heard the words "spectre" "phoenix" and "most influential gamer of our generation."   "You must be trippin'," one of them said, "her 'let's plays' are nothing more than a halfhearted follower grab."  "Oh, like you'd know," another said, "your youtube channel has, what, seventeen followers? Oh, and you just came in last place, again."  Sabine looked back up at their game to see that the fourth-place gamer had been playing as Bowser, then watched Diddy Kong deal a crippling blow on Captain Falcon.  Then, she glanced at the players, all of them laughing and roasting each other. One wore a t-shirt that said "official spectre spectator," and another had a hat on backwards with spectre_pheonix's logo on it. Sabine would recognize that merch anywhere— after all, she was the one who designed it— as merch for her own shop, and she couldn't say she was disappointed by how much praise its wearers spoke of her with."If only they knew who I was," Sabine thought, but she quickly reminded herself she was glad they didn't. Though she was thankful for her followers and their merch money paying her tuition, she wasn't prepared to have toxic dudebros hounding her everywhere she went. And once word got out at college that she was spectre_pheonix, there would go any sense of normalcy she had. Besides, if word about it slipped back home to her parents, she'd be deeper trouble than she already was.

Thanks for the ask!

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For WIP Wednesday!

🎮 gamergirl sabezra fic

🧡 no order 66 au, but with sabezra and a surprise kanera twist thrown in later

👨‍👦sobering reflections

Absolutely!

🎮 gamergirl sabezra fic

 Ezra stumbled into class a couple minutes late, but he was sure his professor would understand. It wasn't his fault that spectre_pheonix had been streaming late last night, right? As long as he quietly slipped into the back of the classroom, no one would notice anyways.  "Mr. Bridger," Professor Syndulla called to him as he tried in vain to hide his late entry, "so glad you've decided to join us this morning."  Ezra turned around and tried to hide his guilty expression.  "Of course, ma'am," Ezra said, with a dramatic salute, "I'd never miss out on one of my favorite teacher's classes."  "Flattery gets you nowhere in my class," the professor said, "take a seat, and we'll continue."  "Yes ma'am," Ezra said. He took a seat as close to the back of the room as he could and pulled out his laptop to take notes.  Ezra tried his best to pay attention, but the lack of sleep was getting the better of him as Professor Syndulla's lesson dragged on.

🧡 no order 66 au, but with sabezra and a surprise kanera twist thrown in later

 After almost a standard hour's ride, the speeder bike stopped at the base of a nearby mountain.  "Here we are," the younger voice behind her said, "home sweet home, for the time being anyways."  Sabine stared at the mountain face in front of them as her "kidnappers" both helped her off the speeder bike, each of them holding onto one of her arms, probably so she wouldn't run off— which was excellent foresight, because that's exactly what she wanted to do.

👨‍👦sobering reflections

 Ughtred was too young to be told all the details of that stormy night, but ever wise beyond his years, he'd pieced most of it together on his own. His father had tried to hurt Aunt Betty. Lord Mount Dunstan had saved her. Ughtred had been sent to his room before his father returned a week later, but he'd always been a light sleeper, heard enough to know that his father was ill, somehow beaten and injured to the point that he could scarcely move, and would be confined to a bed in the farthest wing of the estate for the rest of his miserable days.  No one ever spoke of what had happened to Sir Nigel, but in some unspoken way the whole household knew anyways, and Ughtred held his soon-to-be uncle in higher respect ever since.

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