#new persepctive

[smiles-ocs]

Clover doesn’t like libraries. One of the reasons why under the cut (tho warning for a bit of horror). It’s actually a redraw from this!

This is a little darker than the older version but hey! Flashlight!

[alphascorpiixx]

I’ve gotten most of the way through totk (i think) and I’m pretty sure at this point the sages are never going to get names/face reveals

like before the game’s release I didn’t want the champions to return because they died a hundred years ago and their spirits are at peace now they don’t need to be brought back for some plot contrivance

but in comparison the sages preform the same narrative role (warriors from the past who fought ganon and are now passing on their powers to help the future generation suceed this time) yet they’re such a downgrade to the champions. Like at this point I’d rather have beloved established characters return then have them replaced with lackluster characters who don’t even have names

[overandundertarot]

pick a tattoo; message for you

pile 1; Queen of hearts, The Hermit reversed, Ace of swords.

Pile 1 I feel you are taking time to cultivate a specific state of mind. Stillness, being present while at the same time appreciating such intense aspects of human emotions and meeting them with kindness and love. Right now, you are considering pursuing a solo journey, it's not something everyone will understand or that you can even explain. This can be physical or mental; you want to incorporate a potent source of creativity and connection to source in your daily experience. Keep at it, you're still wondering how to go about it. It feels like a half formed idea in your conciousness but let it marinate. You will arrive at a conclusion soon. For some there is something to do with cutting it off with/reaching out to another person. I heard making the best decision for both of you; do what you know and feel is right.

pile 2; 10 of cups, Ace of cups, Ace of swords.

Wow Pile 2! Romance is in the air! You have a romantic prospect right now(or several!) and are trying to be discerning. If not one is coming towards you very soon. You want to protect your heart, but are a secret hopeless romantic! You want in your deepest of hearts to get lost in the feeling and go crazy with love; experiencing the joys and exhileration of being with another person. You hope your partner can be an escape from reality for you, if not a soothing balm to the exhausting end of your day. You want a partner, a family and domestic bliss. Message for you is to give them a chance; let them show you how good it can be. Say yes to that movie or that trip! It seems too good to be true, but it's all you deserve. Enjoy it. So much happiness in in store for you pile 2! Ahhhh I wanna hug you, my heart is feeling full with it.

pile 3; Queen of pentacles, 9 of wands, King of wands.

Pile 3, how're you feeling? It's important to check in with yourself every now and then. You're working hard on a journey but you need to give yourself appropriate time to rest. I'm hearing that you romanticise the suffering. Not to a toxic degree but to make it all the more bearable. You likely already know your message. Keep going. You're doing wonderfully. This pile reminds me of Victoria Monet's words at the recent grammy awards. To paraphrase she explained that her receiving that award last night was a process years in the making; she was growing roots, laying ground. And she's finally begining to sprout. It's the same for you. You are patient with yourself, tending to to your work that you know will put you at the top one day. You have this regal air about you, keep your head held high. Some of you are facing a decision, I'm hearing to go with the shocking option lol.

pile 4; 6 of wands reversed, Queen of cups reversed, Ace of swords.

Things are very much upside down for you pile 4. There's been a thwarted victory(or a hollow one at the very least). It left you feeling empty. I get the feeling like you're crying out to the universe for help but it seems like no one is listening. You're keeping all these things bottled up; refusing to open up. There are people in your life who want to reach out to you but you are not trusting them, very guarded though i feel like its not obvious. Many people may not even know that you are struggling; they think everything is going great for you. The message for you is basically what you just read; you didn't know how to pinpoint what you were feeling. Reframe the situation; are you satisfied with those conditions? That's a no, open up to the people around you, or find a channel to process these emotions. Let yourself bloom again. There's also a big theme of turning your pain into profit. Perhaps use your experience to create art or to find a new persepctive in your work. There are solutions available to you. Use them.

[princessofthemultiverse]

I think that some of you forget that shifting is in itself a spiritual experience/practice but that isn't what it is as a WHOLE. Not everything has to give you a "new persepctive" or change something in a groundbreaking way. Essentially what I'm trying to say is STOP BEING SO SERIOUS AND LET GO. (If that makes sense) stop putting so much pressure on moving "forward" in your journey and instead just BE.

[sandiavolo]

Ash Na'vi Spider AU Overview

Ya know, I kinda thought it might've seemed rushed to just throw in my AU to the public and lookin back I kinda wished I'd gone over an overview of it since idk if something like this has been thought of. So to commemorate my first written chapter ever and the first part of my story, As the Ash Cloud Passes Over, I wanted to do just that.

I don't wanna give too much away for those who want a little surprises but imma do my best to describe this rollercoaster.

So first off, it starts off right when the Sully's have retreated to Awa'atlu as they did in The Way or Water. The only thing is they left not b/c of Spider being kidnapped, they simply just left. However, Spider wasn't kidnapped. Yes, he was with the Omaticaya for his childhood, yes he was outcasted so badly by the people he wanted to call his own, and yes Neytiri left a lot of metaphorical scars on him. But as far as the Sully's know, Miles "Spider" Socorro died around 5 or 6 years before they left, thanks to how they couldn't find him after an incident.

Que in the Sully's struggling to fit in (trauma from Spider's death most definetely made it much worse for them emotionally/mentally in this setting, cause I am SO convinced he truly means that much) and seeming like they're just miss something in their lives. Then, que in one fateful day where a Na'vi with skin the color of ash winds up a prisoner of the Metkayina. The Sully's, especially the children, are entrapped by the mystery behind the small, Ash Na'vi. When their interest takes a next level, they discover something, actually someone, that may change the course of their lives forever.

So to put it in general, but specific overview, I'm working with:

The Sully parents, Neytiri especially, and anyone who I think hurt Spider are gonna get berated at SO ferociously cause no one messes with ma boi

The Sully children are gonna be so emotionally unstable that it's crazy

Spider is gonna be both the biggest main character and most helpful side character at the same time, but this entire idea is overall to make him literally the greatest and close-to-happiest Na'vi-human b/c it's his dream and I want him to win no matter what (legit don't care what any Spider-haters think at all)

The Ash Na'vi are gonna come in much early, and I have legit worked an entire civilization and story for them (clan members, weapons, traditions, religion, village, etc.).

Pretty much NOTHING to do with most of the 2nd canon and the 3rd movie leaks b/c I am literally re-writing the 2nd movie and plan to make a whole new 3rd movie in writing down the road

So if you wanna come check it out, you're in for a whole new world and persepctive on Avatar that I pull from literally nowhere. and with a big help from @yesthisismycurrenthyperfixation I hope you guys can get to enjoy it as much as I will. Toodles, y'all! 💙💙💙

[troutpopulation]

Thinking about my detransition again and how I will never be ashamed of it. I will never be reduced to an inanimate political talking point. I will talk about it and advocate for people like me. I will never be reduced to a fetish. I will talk about it and how it has changed and transformed my sexuality. I will not be treated as obscene. I will talk about it regardless of who it pisses off.

I will talk about the regret I do and do Not feel. There are moments I wonder in pain how much easier my life would have been had I not transitioned in the first place. What kind of girl I could have been, what kind of friends I would have had and the ridiculous fashion phases i would have had pictures of today. Then I remember my friends are exactly the people who supported me through everything, the boy smiling in those old pictures is exactly who he needed to be at that time and built the stairs I walk upon now in my adulthood. He worked with what a traumatized child was given as tools and built the foundations of the home I reside in. Even if shaving my face annoys me in the morning, I remain thankful my pain led me to exploring my gender rather than suicide. Every swipe of a razor is a moment I chose to live and find solutions, and answers.

I will talk about the unique sexuality of being detransitioned. I will be vocal of the distaste I have for those who view my life as a seual degredation and torture fetish. I am not a fetish, but I will not be nullified to comfort others who cover their eyes and scream at the idea of female sexuality. Or the seuality in general of those who have detransitioned. Watching, experincing yourself become new and more yourself is exciting, I can't sit and pretend like it wasn't incredible seeing my figure change to an hourglass, or suddenly turning heads and feeling my ass fuller when I walk. And how incredible it was to lay in the arms of a man who saw me for who I was, who stroked the stubble on my chin in the early morning and said I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I won't apologize for how I marveled at the way the orgasm changed on and off HRT, or the way my vulva is effortlessly wet now. And I hope everybody whos detransitioned finds joy and delight in their bodies a second time.

I do wonder why so many people are so frightened by this persepctive. Why they cling to the idea that other people, or even themselves are condemned forever to misery because of what they rigidly define as a mistake rather than a part of a fluid journey of life. And it saddens me how much of themselves they've killed before they've died. If you're reading this, please challenge yourself to be fair to yourself. Do you really believe your existence is a punishment? Because you had the guts to explore and find out who you are? Because you had the strength to realize that there were other options? Because you did what people look down on and did it anyways for your own happiness? Because you got to the right place taking a longer path? Does that somehow make you lesser for having seen more than what others have seen and been more than what others have been?

Maybe its because I found God and purpose in things other people havent. Maybe that changed the way I saw my life or reaffirmed by belief that even in moments where I feel like life could have been better had I never transitioned I still know deep down I will never be what bigots think. How am I wrong? Because I was able to partake in the joy of creation not once but twice? Because I, among millions like me- cis, trans, detransitioned- all built ourselves from the ground up as many times as it took to get it right? That I feel pride in that? Its a humbling experience, to mold a human, even moreso when you take a change in artistic direction against peer feedback. If that's so wrong, then I do wrong without remorse. I'll do it a million times over, if I am who I am.

[highwaywhump]

BBU community days, day 5!

{Day 5: Meme/Prompts} Create a BBU meme (that would work in-universe or as a meta commentary - your call!), or curate a little BBU prompt list to inspire fellow writers, artists or roleplayes!

I've tried to make some in-universe memes, from different persepctives in the boxboy universe. They were really fun to make so I hope they make sense!

Firstly, memes by college students who are contemplating their choices:

Memes found in handler group chats, making fun of new handlers:

Memes from pet lib group chats:

Lastly, a red pill meme for people in denial:

@bbu-on-the-side

[ao3feed-kathony]

Teach Me How To Love

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57618967 by Bellessimaa “I should like you to teach me.” How he managed to look her in the eye and confidently ask of this, he would never know, but Anthony was certain he had not imagined her eyes softening in slight understanding moments back. He had to bank on it. “Teach you what?” Miss Sharma looked puzzled. “Teach me how to love.” OR Anthony asks Kate to teach him how to love, if it is that important a thing for her. For her sister, ofcourse. Words: 4303, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma, Eloise Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma Additional Tags: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma in Love, so in love, Anthony Bridgerton Being an Idiot, Anthony Bridgerton Loves Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Protective Anthony Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton and Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma Being Clowns, Anthony Bridgerton is Obsessed with Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Anthony Lockwood Needs a Hug, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma is a Metaphorical Queen, Supportive Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Kate Sharma has the patience of a saint, He is not as obstinate and bullheaded, Anthony tries a new persepctive at love, instead stumbles and falls into Kate's arms, Kanthony being absolutely in love from the very first momeny, this aint no canon divergence I reordered so much around the season read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57618967

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Was i an asshole to my childhood friend, and if i was, what now?

Just to be clear, were i an asshole or not, i don't think my ex friend was an asshole at any point in this. From around ages 6-11, i had a very close friend X, same age as me. We were both unpopular in our class, but with time i've come to understand she had it way worse. I was mildly bullied and made fun of, but for some reason she was very disliked. X had some older friends, teenagers, and i had the feeling she was getting tobacco and stuff from them. I would always nag her when she talked about smoking or made nsfw jokes, and made very clear i disapproved, but i think this just made her close up more and feel like she couldn't talk about serious stuff with me. She moved schools suddely and never told me why, and we just weren't in contact anymore. But years later in high school i met Y, a person who had been friends with X in her new school. It seemed like Y immediately disliked me. Later Y told me that in middle school X struggled with drug addiction and other problems, and from X's persepctive, I had been a very passive friend who didn't take her side or defend her when she was being bullied. I obviously feel awful about that and want to deny it, but i have a feeling it's probably true. To be fair, we were very young and it's hard for me to remember more than brief flashes from that time. i think i have always been very clueless in social situations, so that might be why i probably just stood there dumbly when my friend was being insulted. But that also feels like an excuse. My "defence" shouldn't be that i was a child with poor social awareness, when she was just a kid too and was hurt by my inaction. I'm nearly 23 now, but this still bothers me and makes me feel gross. Was i an asshole? And should i try finding her contact info to finally apologise? Or would that be creepy and stalkery at this point...

What are these acronyms?

[fanfiction-obscure]

May I offer everyone some Susan hurt/comfort in these trying times? (BBC is teasing us and I hate it.)

Doctor Who drabble, 882 words.

Edit: Realizing I should add, this is set from Barbara's persepctive.

Barbara thinks Susan might be getting sick. It starts in the morning, at breakfast. Susan, who always takes her tea with four sugars (the horror!), adds just a bit of honey instead. Then, the Doctor tells them over breakfast that they’ll be spending the day indoors. Susan looks relieved. Barbara is confused. While the girl doesn’t typically enjoy jumping from place to place so quickly, she does enjoy the novelty of somewhere new just as much as her grandfather. 

Barbara can see, however, that today Susan looks tired. Drained, even. She resolves to keep a close eye on the girl throughout the day. 

The history teacher follows Susan to the library. Ian heads off to the pool, and the Doctor- well, Barbara hasn’t the faintest idea what he is up to. The Doctor had a strange gleam in his eyes as he excused himself from the table. 

Susan picks a book off a shelf at random, and sits down to read. Barbara does the same, though secretly she’s sneaking glances at her former student the whole time. A knot forms in her stomach as she hears Susan muffle a cough behind her hand. 

Definitely sick, then, Barbara decides. She lets her anxiety run away with her for a moment, wondering what sort of strange or alien diseases Susan might have picked up on their travels. But the young woman seems fine, apart from the cough and fatigue. 

Don’t make zebras out of horses…

Barbara knows she is misremembering the quote, but the sentiment is the same. Susan’s probably just caught a cold, she assures herself. 

At lunch, Susan picks at her food. The Doctor declines to eat with them, rummaging around the room for something. Barbara frowns at him. At this point, even Ian has noticed that Susan is unwell. She thinks back to what she said about the Doctor before they’d even met. 

I had half a mind to go down there myself and tell him to take an interest in her!

Susan is obviously sick. But of course, Barbara muses bitterly, the Doctor is too wrapped up in his own head to notice. 

They spend the afternoon lounging around the console room. Susan is still hiding her face behind her book, while she and Ian start a game of chess. The Doctor, having found what he was looking for earlier, heads down the hall. He returns a few minutes later and begins fiddling with the console. He hardly spares a glance at Susan, and Barbara feels incensed. Ian pats her hand to calm her. 

She and Ian are nearly finished with their game when Susan coughs again, louder than before. Barbara’s eyes move from the girl to her grandfather. The Doctor is staring down at something on the console, his brow furrowed. He doesn’t look up at the noise. 

She’s out of her chair before Ian can even blink. She marches over to the Doctor, her mouth set into a firm line. 

“Doctor,” Barbara says, lowly. 

The Doctor jolts, surprised to see her standing there with such a sour expression. 

“Susan is sick,” She says matter-of-factly. The Doctor grins. 

“Ah, is she?” He asks, his eyes suddenly gleaming with mirth. Barbara is outraged. Just as she’s trying to decide whether to yell or rearrange his face, Susan walks up to them. 

“Grandfather-” She says, clearing her throat. The Doctor narrows his eyes, turning his attention to her. 

“Yes, child? What is it?" He asks, shortly. 

“I- my throat hurts,” Susan admits, shyly. 

The Doctor’s cold demeanor melts. He is by her side in an instant, taking her chin in hand to examine her face. 

“Oh, my dear child, why didn’t you say something sooner?” He asks softly. “Yes, you’re a trifle bit warm, too- hm! It’s straight to bed, I should think.” 

He gives Susan a comforting smile, guiding her by the shoulders out of the console room. Barbara is conflicted. Something about the way the Doctor’s attitude had changed; it was almost as if-

Nodding to Ian, Barbara decides to follow the pair to Susan’s room. 

She stops in Susan’s doorway, surprised to see the Doctor is already tucking her into bed. A steaming mug of tea rests on Susan’s nightstand, along with a thermometer, a few lozenges, handkerchiefs, and a bottle of what Barbara assumes to be medicine. 

What in the world? How had the Doctor managed to set this up so quickly? The answer is apparent. He hadn’t.

Susan notices the supplies as well. She sends her grandfather an appraising look. 

“How did you know?” Susan whispers. The Doctor chuckles. 

“I have known you since you were small,” He says warmly, “it was quite obvious to me, this morning, that you were under the weather.” 

The Doctor presses a kiss to the top of Susan’s head. Barbara heads back to the console room without a word. A warm, fluttery feeling blossoms in her chest, and she laughs. 

“What’s so funny?” Ian asks, as she returns. 

“Me, I suppose,” Barbara replies. How could she have been so...silly? She’d been too focused on Susan to recognize the way the Doctor had spent all day fussing and prepping. 

“Is Susan alright?” Ian asks, his voice filled with concern. Barbara nods, smiling. 

“Susan's in good hands.” She tells him.

[becoming--nobody]

5.9.2024

(I felt a bit of judgement recently that I've allowed to linger with me. As always, I wrote this for myself, to put away the remainder of those lingering thoughts.)

Many times since I've ended up alone after receiving that terminal health prognosis so long ago, I've seen the same thing in the eyes of others. The common thought people arrive at is I must have been quite an asshole to have been abandoned by friends and family, to die alone, struggling to care for myself. Don't get me wrong in this, a few people reached out, tried to help in their own ways, then moved on. The abandoned I speak of is that nobody ever committed to seeing this challenge of life and death through with me.  It ended my marriage and eventually all of my relationships. That's the kindest way it can be explained.

I know this is the common conclusion (that I must have been unloveable), because I've been told this a few times after someone listens to me share the details of my story. You see, to someone who can't imagine what I have survived and grown through, I sound arrogant and prideful when I write or discuss how I no longer tolerate any unasked for critique from others.

Most people could not understand my day to day existence, and when "quality of life" is discussed, I smile and won't even participate in such talk usually. I've learned that we are capable of joy, sometimes, even in what once seemed unimaginable challenge. What most of us would consider the basics for some quality of living is far, far above what is necessary.

Part of my truth is that I still experience days of such dark despondance it would crush most other people. This is no brag of some natural strength, that is laughable!  I've suffered months and years that have broken me completely. I have lost my sanity, sobbed uncontrollably for days, screamed in the midst of some madness, and once even set out to end this life. Creation intervened, then gave me a new persepctive during the 2 weeks following my interupted effort.

All of this continues to prove a kind of gymnasium where a strength I can not really describe, continues to build upon the suffering.

I know, at least in part, some of the negative traits family, friends, some of those I've met during these years, I'm aware of some of the failings assigned to me by these people. Some of it is kind of accurate, if they know me well, but much of it is either who I was decades ago or things they've chosen to believe to avoid looking at their own unwillingness to love freely. (Some of the beautiful people I've met during these tough years owed nothing to my life, yet provided more than they will ever know.)

There are moments I allow myself to feel the weight of all that garbage, things cast on my shoulders by others. It's heavy, and really isn't mine to carry, so I'm able to breathe, pray, remember the beautiful things I love in each of these people, and genuinely ask our Creator to comfort them in good health and contentment in all of their days.

Love. 

Always it is love that saves my ass from bitter hopelessness; always love that saves my ass from riding my motorcycle off the side of a mountain; 

always love that brings back joy and causes me to lift my face to the Sun as I often write of, and smile from the depths of my being.

My heart sincerely breaks when I read or hear of others sufferings.  We all suffer.

I understand suffering. 

It's a little late, but I'm tired and will likely sleep well. I hope that for you too, rest that restores.

The Earth is still spinning, so the Sun will be out again tomorrow. Even if it's cloudy or stormy where you are, there will be day light, I hope you find reason to enjoy your waking hours in the light.

It'll be sunny here and I already feel a bit of a grin, just thinking of that bright, warm Sun on my face.

I love you,

Stan

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 17th MArch - 24th March 2024

Hope everyone had anpther good week. I managed 18,001 words and 3 uploaded fics. So im pretty chuffed with myself. So, as always, recs first -

You Will Bring Me Ruin - al_in_my_head - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - (Geralt/Jaskier, I discovered and fell in love with the WinngFic trope and this one is so, so good)

an endless sky of honey - colgatebluemintygel, pjxckson - Harry Potter - (Sirius/Remus, a persephone/Hades retelling. The story is beautiful and the art is amazing)

Sansûkh - Chapter 1 - determamfidd - Multifandom (Multiple LOTR pairings, not sure if it eeds any interoduction, other then EPIC!)

Planting a Hobbit - northerntrash - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, The dwarves are adorable and its just a wonderful fic,)

May Your Forge Burn Bright - LordOfTheRazzles - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, once again @lordoftherazzles wrote an amazing fic, the world building and relationship between Bilbo and Thorin is stunning)

Bad Blood - Conkers - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, a clever little What If fic fom @conkers-thecosy, BAMF Bilbo is best Bilbo and OCnkers did it perfectly.) The 2024 reading fest has found me a few new ships im happy to read between Bagignshield and Wolfstar, so yeah ad thank you to them.

Now, ot my fics, we have 3 -

You Never Cared, Why Start Now? (Bilbo/Thorin) Written for both #245 FFF prompt - You Never Cared @flashfictionfridayofficial and the KCAWS 2024 Bingo Prompt - Bag End

It started with the fires burning through Erebor. It will end with the fires burning through Bag End.

2) The reason is you, the reason is him, the reason is me (Dwalin/Nori) Written fir the KCAWS 2024 Bingo prompt - Hoobistank

Nori hates himself for the 4 and a half years he spent in prison. For destroying everything good in his ife. For losing everything he had to live for. Hes out now and hopefully he can fix his realationships and see his son again.

3) The trials and tribulations of a married hobbit (a bowman's persepctive) (Bilbo/Thorin) Written based on a tumblr idea from @meteors-lotr

Bard see's a small hobbit amongst a crowd of dwarves clamouring to get on his barge. From that first glimpse he makes a friend, suprised by who his new friend has married. Follow the events from Lake Town until after from Bard's pov.

[seoafin]

i agreeeee

personally, i am very impressionable - it's hard forming my own opinions but listening to your thoughts often bring a new persepctive into things i would normally not consider

honestly me too! something i've personally felt really helpful whenever I'm set on something is to construct an argument arguing the exact opposite. it really helps me see the bigger picture and other ppl's opinions in a light I may not have seen before

[hayleysayshay]

'Scott Pilgrim takes off' is one of my favourite pieces of media I've seen in a while. It's a funny reactive look at the original Scott Pilgrim story; showcasing it's characters from an entirely new persepctive. Ulnike the comic, Ramona has to fix her relationships with her exes. It's her as the heroine. And I think that's such a refreshing take on the media.

It's still very much Scott Pilgrim. After the shock of the twist (I went into the show thinking it was an animated version of the comic haha) I quickly fell in love with its take. It's something new, and it's meta, but its not cynical in any way. Taking the piss of the world a bit, sure, but it is very sincere and cosy. The characters in it are messy, some are 'evil', and maybe things won't work out, but it's also optimistic and sweet.

[destinyc1020]

Yeah yo Im done. Y'all too much for me. You cannot not even express an opinion without someone saying anti tom or anti uncharted. I played those games I enjoyed them and was excited for the film, and I didnt like the film b/c it can be better it lacked so much of what action films do and fails to capture the charms and wit of the game. Like instead of accusing me of being anti tom or anti uncharted like ask yourself what aspects of the film you liked, what things in the script worked for you, what about the CGI or character that you liked cause Im curious to hear your persepctives. All I keep hearing is its fun, silly or tom is shirtless okay cool is that it. So then tell me what parts of the film were fun or silly. I shared my grivances for the film, box office doesnt equate enjoyment. You can buy ticket for something and come away massively dissapointed. Like criticism is part of watching a movie. Friday night at freddys was successful and people loved it and at the same time people were also critiquing it saying how it could have been better and what was lacking despite being box office successful. Like I said tom has charisma and I wished the director utilized , its not even a bad take this is common complaint for the film.

Im sorry that this isnt a space for that conversation here. I regret being paet of tbis fandom, I literally just gonna focus on other things in my life. The convos here arent even worth it, so much more important things to focus on. But not liking something and then it being framed as me hating tom is silly when I never said tom is bad actor or dumb for picking uncharted or discredited the films box office success.

Anon, you're perfectly welcome to your own opinions on my blog. That doesn't mean that everyone will agree. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I just think that a lot of Tom fans (including myself), are just a little sick and tired of so-called fans constantly nitpicking about Tom, or every single project that he does.

It's one thing to be generally positive and list a few areas that you feel need improvement, vs having smthg to complain about regarding him and his career just about every single WEEK. 🥴 The latter just gets old. 😩

And honestly? I feel like he gets a lot of unnecessary pressure and complaining than needed.

Instead of fans being happy for a POSSIBLE new project for him, a lot of you all have been complaining about how you hated the first movie. 😭

I mean, you don't have to like every single movie your fave does, but isn't it easier to just watch the films you want to see and just ignore the ones you don't? 👀

Anyway, I think some fans are just a bit sensitive because of the unnecessary nitpicking.

If you're not an anti, then thank you for clarifying that for us.

[mostthingskenobi]

Can’t wait to see your RebelCaptain fic and the commission you have with this 😁😁

I am sooooooo stoked to share it with you!!!!! I wish I could take a few days to just finish writing it so I can finally start publishing it!!!

Getting to write scary Tarkin has been a totally new challenge that I LOVE!!! In fact, I've never written from the Empire's perspective except in Sidious and Skywalker...but that's really just Sidious and Vader's persepctive (please be warned...I was in a really dark place when I wrote that fic...it's not for everyone LOL).

And Cassian, in particular, is very different than any other character I've written. He's intelligent, intuitive, physically strong, mentally tough, processes information and adapts really fast, has a sense of humor but can be very serious, is confident but knows when he's made a mistake, and is capable of incredible warmth and chilling ruthlessness. Gimme gimme gimme!!!!

It's been fun to write characters that aren't forbidden from having emotional attachment (I'm looking at you, Jedi LOL!!!!!!!!). There's no magic, no Force, just people with complex emotions who might feel one way while circumstances make those feelings risky.

I'm really sorry if I'm not making any sense. I caught a cold a Celebration and my brain is feeling a little squishy.

But I will say this; my RebelCaptain fic has:

Cassian whump

Slow burn with a payoff

Jyn being a badass babe

Lots of Rogue One references

Andor references

Delicious tropes like "getting caught in a tight space with the person you find most attractive" etc.

Tarkin being an absolute bastard

Guest appearances by some of our favorite rebel pilots

Hurt/Comfort

Adorable frienshipping

Shirtless Cassian 👀

And hopefully some unexpected moments you can't see coming!!

Oh!!!! And as you mentioned, I commissioned some custom illustrations for this fic...because I needed them. I may share 1 or 2 with the public, but all of them will be available to my patrons 💜

I really really really hope you like the fic! Thank you for your message. It really brightened my day!!