#redhoodrage

[aercalima]

@redhoodrage

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[primeemeraldheiress]

I just went and reread The Violent Delights and even though I've read it many many times, I am always struck by how well written it is and how absolutely painful it is!

Every time I read that story, I cry and my stomach gets all tight and my breath stutters and just! Its so good. So encompassing. I can't read the Servio Sumus series in passing, I have to read it in one sitting, deeply, to fully get that same "edge of my seat" anticipation and feeling.

Just. Thank you for writing it.

I have literally no words to tell you how much getting this means to me. Thank you.

[paintingraves]

redhoodrage a réagi à votre billet

You deserve hundreds of notes, not a meager 16. This was spectacular! I hope you might take to writing more of it in the future!

@redhoodrage oh my god i love you 

[mercurial-tenacity]

redhoodrage replied to your link: (If I’m Breathing) This Is Not the End -...

Holy crap I am dead this has killed me I am no longer human!!! This is wonderful and fabulous and I need more!!!!

fbs is KILLING me over here with ideas for a sequel, so... you never know, it might happen? XD

[aercalima]

@redhoodrage this guy really looks good in purple

Wang Zhuocheng | The Journey of Chong Zi

[16ruedelaverrerie]

CONNOR CONNOR CONNOR CONNOR CONNOR CONNOR CONNOR CONNOR CONNOR CONNOR CONNOR!!!!!! WHY ARE YOU SO DAM CUTE B O I?! I mean Nines is nice too BUT! his eyebrows intemadate me.

Anon, I think that some part of you must have known what you would cause by sending in this message. What exactly is happening here??? I DON’T KNOW BUT APPARENTLY IT’S WRONG EYEBROW DAY AND EVERYONE IS UPSET, NO THANKS TO YOU

More askbox replies under the cut!

RAGING COURFEYRAC PROBLEM ANON!!!!!! HELLO!!! Here is a fun fact, that exchange we had was on September 10, 2016! It’s been almost four years! Even accounting for how I sometimes let messages ferment in my inbox until it develops that fun hakarl ammonia funk, it’s been ALMOST FOUR YEARS! I point this out so that we can wax wistful about the inexorable passage of time, but also to lament the state of affairs where you went nearly four years without this problem rearing its ugly head... and now here it is, back again. I’m sorry for what minimal part I may have played in this, but again, PERHAPS THE PROBLEM WAS NEVER AS DORMANT AS YOU HAD HOPED IT WAS. Also maybe this is just the way it goes, one has to go through Courfeyrac pains every few years just to purge him from the system a little bit u__u I am always here for you to hold your hair back.

omg thank you for being so nice to my weird four-legged nephew :’((((( His defining characteristic is willfulness, in that he has the capacity to be thusly lazy and affectionate, but instead he spends most of his time galloping at full speed across every available surface of my apartment and not understanding the physical boundaries between his body and mine. He’s a good boy at heart, and I cannot hold it against him, but it is an endless season of chaos around these parts. (I have no photo refs to draw of him when he is in this RUNAWAY TRAIN state, as he is... too much of a blur to be captured on camera)

@redhoodrage this is extremely sweet, thank you! Once again I apologize for this situation with my thousand different usernames across platforms. Any and all insights brought about are purely products of your own thoughtful reading practices, and I cannot take credit for them! But I’m very happy nonetheless that the fic, the post, and the eel were able to incite this moment in you v v v IT IS YOU WHO HAVE BROUGHT ME JOY, SHUT UP

Hi, tiny squirrel, who are you and how did you get here??? I am delighted by your presence but as has been established, I have a cat who is sort of a handful, so please be careful during your stay. Dinner is served at 7PM!

[glimmerglanger]

(Public is ok) you make me PINE for codywan and now you ALSO make me PINE for obi-wan&echo?! jail for glimmer!! JAIL FOR GLIMMER FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS!!!

:DDDDDD Lock me up, I’m probably guilty. 

MORE under the cut (also with spoilers, so I am hiding them in case you haven’t read chapter 2 of c+t, yet.

redhoodrage said:

Man, I know you said this update of C&T was going to be long, but wow. Woooow. I loved every. Single. Word of it.

I know I've said it before, but I truly must say it again. I love your writing of Cody's POV and I am feeling so spoiled by it. I realized that as much CodyWan as I've read, not much of it has been from Cody's POV, which is a shame because as much as I'm here for Obi-wan, Cody, too, is such a complex character full of such fun and diverse ideas and thoughts. I'm so pleased to get to read more from his side and written by you at that! Its absolutely wonderful!

Also, thanks for giving Obi-wan Boga. Not sure if I have stated yet or not, but that dog is so good for him. Obi-wan needed someone or something to keep him out of his head in a good way, and Boga does that for him. Such a good girl, I love her.

Also! Young Luke, child, you are nosy and so inconsiderate I was to give him a head slap. You know, those kind that are fond, but firm? I'm also super worried about what is gonna happen with him hanging around Obi-wan's place. Will he see Cody's brother that comes to meet Obi? Will he figure out something? He's not as dumb as he acts, I know. And Owen isn't pleased by this at all and doesn't like Obi-wan suddenly, hmm, I wonder why...?

Aaahhh! So much happened in this chapter and now I'm gonna DDDIIIIIIEEEEEEE for the next one. But I'm still happy to wait, because I know the masterpiece it will be.

(Good for public. Everyone should know how great your writing is in case they don't read it already yet)

:D It got SO LONG, whoops. (The next one is slightly shorter, but still. Lengthy).

:DDDDD Thank you so much! I love getting into Cody’s headspace, it’s very fun to do. He continues to be the primary POV throughout c+t, though next chapter is a bit of a reversal. (Far more Obi-Wan’s pov).

Boga is the best girl, just a big, giant pup who is going to try her best and chase some seagulls around. AHA Oh, Luke. Trying to focus on early-ANH characterization for him was tricky. He’s full on complaining about doing his chores mode.

:D THANK YOU AGAIN :D 

Anonymous said:

OHHH, WILL WE SEE ECHO NEXT MONDAY???

WHO KNOWS, MAYBE?

Anonymous said:

Omg. Actual tears in my eyes, Glimmer, at the part where Cody thinks about how he couldn't ask for everything he wanted on the shore because he didn't have a ring. Thrull though, damn I would very much like to deck him, and I just hope nothing happens to Eyayah I've grown atTACHED please. Is the part where he bumps into someone outside Cody's chambers important? I FEEL LIKE ITS IMPORTANT?? And I keep getting paranoid that Luke's general unwitting dumbassery is going to get Obi-wan into trouble

T_T Cody is going to do this properly! He doesn’t know how to do things any other way. (I wish I could say more about what’s important or not BUT I CANNOT).

Anonymous said:

!!! regarding by the sea, I live for this story Glimmer, you don't know how much your writing has helped me. Also, I thank you for the eventual happy ending- I would not survive all this ending in angst. Here, I'm sending you all my love.

:DDD Thank you so much! Yeah, they have to have a happy conclusion, after everything they’ve been through.

[excuseme-howdareyou]

Birthday Prompt: Jason

@redhoodrage

They did it again. And by 'they', he meant Bruce.

Jason didn't know if he wanted to curse, sigh, or blow up the damn thing. Maybe all three? Either way, the fancy wrapped box sitting in front of his door, done up in shiny gray paper and yellow ribbon was doing way to much to fuel his anger. And the little tag on top, with just a 'B', was a bit much.

He just got off patrol, and all he wanted to do was go home, sleep for ten hours, eat his weight in chili dogs when he woke up, and enjoy an entirely Bat-free day all to himself. Was that too much to ask? So with a grumble and a glare, he nudged the box (probably full of something stupid and expensive and fancy) with his foot a good couple feet to the right.

Once the box was out of the way, Jason unlocked his front door and stepped inside. He left the present sitting outside in the hallway.

A minute later, his door opened back up again and his arm reached out. A yellow sticky note with the word "FREE" was slapped on top, then he retreated back into his apartment.

.........................................

Jason was a light sleeper. He knew this. His friends knew this. Everyone knew this. So who in their right mind would break into his apartment at 4am, when he's only had two hours of sleep, and much more likely to blow someone's head off?!

Cassandra Cain. That's who.

Cassandra and her idiotic girlfriend Stephanie Brown. If Jason didn't have such respect for Cass, he would've called them the Dumbass Duo. But that nickname was reserved for Dick Grayson and Wally West. So it was just Cassandra and the Dumbass.

Cass was the only one skilled enough to get into his apartment at 4AM. Steph was the only one dumb enough to actually do it.

"Fuck off!" Jason roared at them, leaping out of bed with the knives he kept under his pillow for exactly this kind of trespassing. Cass silently caught the knife he threw at her face, but Steph eeped and ducked at the next one that came flying at her.

"Whoa, hey!" she yelled, ducking down behind his dresser," We come in peace!"

Upon realizing that they weren't ninjas/assassins/monsters/Untitled sent to kill him, Jason lowered the third projectile in his hand (his trusty laser-sharpened hunting knife) but did not put it down. "What," he breathed in deep, trying to blink the green away from his eyes," the fuck are you two doing here?"

Cass, still in her all black suit and really not making Jason feel all that better about the two of them breaking into his place in the middle of the night, hauled Steph out from her hiding place. "Umm, happy birthday?" the blonde laughed nervously and held up a purple gift bag. From... somewhere, Cass produced a matching gift bag in pastel pink.

Jason could only stare incredulously at the two of them. "Get out..." he whispered.

Steph blinked," But aren't you gonna-"

"GET OUT!" he roared at them.

They left, leaving the presents on the dresser.

Once they were out of sight, and Jason wasn't seeing as much Lazarus green, he took a couple deep breaths. Then he grabbed the two gift bags, walked up to the window which they exited out through-

-and from the 21st floor, dropped both bags out the window and slammed it shut.

...............................................

"Well of course he kicked you guys out!" Duke groaned, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm," What kind of crazy...and at 4 in the.... did it just not occur to you that breaking into someone's bedroom in the dead of night is just kinda this side of creepy?"

Both Cass and Steph had the decency to look ashamed.

"We wanted to be the first ones to wish him happy birthday," came Steph's explanation," He hasn't... I don't think he's had a birthday since he was put six feet under and dug his way back out."

Not exactly a tactful way to say it, especially on such a sensitive matter, but... well she wasn't wrong.

"And it's Alfred's birthday too," Duke murmured thoughtfully," Didn't they use to celebrate their birthdays together or something?"

From across the room, Tim piped up," They used to bake cakes together."

A contemplative silence fell over the room. "No," Tim deadpanned," You're not gonna succeed in whatever you're thinking."

"I didn't say anything!" Steph protested.

"But you were thinking it."

"Thinking what?" of course, Dick chose that moment to walk in, rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

"It's Jason's birthday and Steph and Cass tried to give him a present but he refused to accept it," Duke told him, as it didn't even occur to him to not mention the elephant in the room to the man who loved elephants more than anything.

At the words 'Jason's birthday', Dick froze and his eyes lit up. At the word 'present', a devious smile spread over his face.

"Dick, No," Tim directed his glare over to him.

"Dick, yes!" said man just grinned all the wider," It's Little Wing's birthday, we should celebrate it!"

The energy in the room now sufficiently reignited, both he and Steph smiled widely and bounced ideas off each other.

"Birthday party?"

"Nah, too big. Family dinner?"

"We could make both him and Alfred matching cakes."

"I've already got them both presents."

"So did we. But... Jason threw ours out the window."

"He did what?"

"Well can you blame him?" Tim sighed," Jason's not gonna come to a birthday dinner here at the Manor, Dick." He tried to explain, and wow it was really hard to explain this to a man who looked too much like a kicked puppy," He hates it here, you know that." Jason had made it plenty and obviously clear anytime he was forced to so much as come near the place.

"And he's not going to accept any gifts you guys give him. It's Jason. He's paranoid and temperamental and he's not going to trust anything that comes from us."

Dick thought a moment, rubbing his chin in deep contemplation. Tim didn't like that look. "So you're saying..." Dick hummed thoughtfully," ...that Jason will only accept a gift from someone he trusts? Someone he actually, truly considers family?"

'Oh no,' was all Tim had time to think before both Dick and Steph exclaimed," Challenge accepted!"

"Challenge?"

Oh no, Tim thought again as Damian descended down the stairs with an intrigued expression on his face. "What challenge?" Damian demanded.

................................

Jason straight up buried his head under his pillow when there was a persistant knocking at his door. 'Go away,' he pleaded and tried to fall back asleep,' I'm not here.'

"I know you're in there,  Jason!" came Dick's voice from out in the hallway," You can't hide in there forever!"

'I can, and I will,' Jason grumbled and rolled over.

The knocking continued.

"Fuck off, Dick!" he yelled.

"No, it's your birthday and we're going to celebrate!" came Dick's reply," Now open up or I'm going to come in whether you like it or not."

There was no answer, so Dick waited all of three minutes before picking the lock. (Took a couple minutes more though. Little Wing was getting good at arming electrified locks)

The apartment was empty when he got inside.

.....................................

The day was hot and muggy and Jason loved it. Gotham would probably never feel as warm as the tropics (except during heat waves, but even then those were just uncomfortable) but he liked the warm and if it was sunny and warm, Jason could be found outside soaking it in.

Annoying, persistent Bats aside, not a bad day for his birthday. Last night he'd successfully taken down a small drug ring, got a couple messages on his phone from Roy and Kori wishing him happy birthday, and the Joker was locked up in Arkham. Now all that was missing was-

-Jason stopped dead in his tracks.

Tim Drake stood in front of Jason's favorite hot dog cart, where the owner made the best chili-dogs, with an almost expectant expression his face.

Part of Jason -a large part- wanted to spin on his heel and just march away from Tim and his stupid face and everything else Bat. But his stomach was protesting loudly and he mentally swore at Dick because he hadn't had a chance to grab breakfast before fleeing out his own bedroom window.

"I hate you," he hissed as he passed Tim entirely to get him some chili-dogs.

Tim didn't look too upset about it. "Mmhmm," he hummed, as if didn't believe a word Jason said. "So who's all harassed you so far?" he asked.

"Including you?" Jason added with a glare," Dick, Cass, Steph, and Bruce."

That last one seemed to surprise the brat. "Bruce stopped by to see you already?" he blinked," I thought he was still asleep."

Jason took a bite of one of his three chili-dogs ('The best chili dogs in town.') and very purposely didn't offer one to Tim. "Left a present on my doorstep," he answered and walked away. Tim, the asshole, kept in step with him. Though Jason took a little glee in the fact that for every one of his steps, Tiny Tim had to take two.

"What'd he get you?" Tim asked, genuinely curious," It's always something stupidly practical and mission-related. Last year he got Dick a thermal insulated Nightwing suit with built in heaters."

Jason shrugged. "Dunno. I put a ‘free’ sticker on it and left it outside." So yeah, that had definitely been taken by some stranger already.

"And I heard you threw Cass and Steph's presents out the window."

Finishing off the last of his first chili-dog, Jason turned and gave Tim the stink eye. "And if you try to do anything for my birthday, I'm gonna throw you out the window."

Tim just scoffed; not like it would be the first time. "Sorry, you're not on my list of 'People I Buy Presents For'," he replied," But I suppose I do have some kind of birthday gift for you..."

At Jason's groan of despair and annoyance, he couldn't help but laugh. "Just a warning, you drama queen," Tim added," Dick and Steph sorta... made it into a competition..."

"What kind of competition?"

"The kind where everyone in the family is going to try and get you to accept a birthday gift. The first one you accept is the winner, and you've officially come back into the fold."

"....Fuck."

..........................................

"I hear it's your birthday, ya big lug."

Great. Now he's being harassed while out grocery shopping. Clutching his basket of food closer, Jason prayed for patience before turning around and looking at Harper Row. "Whoever told you that was lying," he said.

Harper looked like she couldn't decide if she wanted to laugh or scoff. "I'll be sure to tell Alfred that," she snarked back and ouch- She really knew where to hit him hard. "Anyways, I already gave Alfred his gift, so..." she held out a little red box with a white bow on top.

"Happy birthday."

Now, Jason didn't mind Harper. Not really. They never really hung out or talked, and as far as Jason knew she hadn't really done anything to piss him off. Hell, she wasn't even a Robin which went miles in his book. But then Tim's warning this morning about the competition rang through his head and Jason would be damned before he lets anyone of the Batfamily think he's one of them.

So without a word, he took the box out of her hand (she seemed genuinely surprised at that) then turned right around and found a little kid about 5 standing a little bit down the aisle.

"Happy birthday, buddy," he smiled widely at the little boy and held out the box," Here's a gift from the Red Hood, okay?" The little boy, staring up at him with wide awed eyes, clutched the red present to his chest before running off yelling," Mommy! The Red Hood gave me a present!"

Jason sauntered off out of the aisle -wouldn't do to have the mom come back and find him- with Harper on his heels.

"You know there was a taser in there, right?" she asked skeptically.

......................................

"Here."

Well, it wasn't the rudest way in which someone's shoved something in his face, but it was pretty far up there. Damian 'Demon Brat' Wayne looked like he'd be anywhere else when he sat down on the city bus with Jason and held out a perfectly wrapped present.

Jason Todd never thought he'd see the day in which Damian would willingly ride public transportation.

"Nope," he said, largely ignoring the present being shoved in his face.

The scowl on the kid's face was highly amusing though. "Just accept the damn gift," he snarled at him.

"Language," Jason found himself retorting before really realizing it," And I'm not taking it. I know about your guys' stupid contest and I'm not having any part of it."

Damian was oddly silent.

Incensed, Jason's scowl was even more impressive. "You guys seriously think you can just buy me back with some stupid things on my birthday and pretend like the past nine years hasn't happened? I know Dick's an idiot, but I expected better of the rest of you."

Damian still didn't say anything and for five city blocks, their bus ride continued in silence.

When they came to the next bus stop, the brat stood up and walked off without another word. 'Huh, not even an argument for once?' Jason thought. It was odd, for sure, but he decided to count his blessings and not dwell on it.

.......................................

All he saw was a hint of yellow, a smidgen of black...

...and the instant Jason saw Signal drop down in front of him, he threw a brick at his head.

.......................................

There was another box sitting in front of his door when he got home. This time, it was big and bright and blue. He didn't even have to look at the tag to know it came from Dick. He sighed, a put upon sigh that rattled down to his bones, and nudged the box away from his door with his foot, just like he'd done for Bruce's.

It was large and bright and had it been just a square foot bigger, he would've half expected Dick Grayson to have squeezed himself inside only to pop out with a confetti gun like some kind of smiley jack-in-the-box.

He really wouldn't put it past Dick.

So he dug his grocery receipt out of his pocket and a marker. And just like he did for Bruce's, he wrote FREE on the back of the paper, shoved it under the ribbon so it wouldn't blow away, and left it there in the hallway.

....................................

Inside his apartment is....

Well, the first thing Jason noticed was the smell of something herbal and sweet. He knew that smell. And he knew for a fact he didn't have any Oolong tea in his cupboards.

"Ah, I see you've returned with groceries, Master Jason," came Alfred's voice from the kitchen," I hope you remembered to get milk. It would appear you are out."

Wide eyed, confused, and just a little bit apprehensive, Jason stepped into his own kitchen. And yep, he wasn't hallucinating. There was Alfred, black suit and all, with a pot of water boiling on the stove, Jason's tea pot sitting on the counter, and a mug of tea in his hands.

Also spread out on the counter was a number of baking ingredients such as flour and sugar.

Jason set his bags down on the table, staring at Alfred. "What..." his voice squeaked and he cleared his throat," What are you doing here, Alfred?"

"It's my birthday, and I have the day off," Alfred answered in his usual no-nonsense tone, as if Jason had asked him what the weather was like outside. Then he poured some tea into another mug that Jason hadn't even realized was there. "Tea?" he held it out to him.

Still baffled, but he did love Alfred's Oolong tea, and well... he did love Alfred, Jason silently took the cup from him.

Alfred waited until Jason took his first long sip before saying," Happy birthday, Master Jason."

"Not you too!" Jason groaned.

There was a smile on Alfred's face as he sipped his own tea before setting the cup down on the counter. "Do you know why I'm here, Master Jason?" he asked. Alfred apparently decided to busy himself with unbagging Jason's groceries while said man tried to come up with an answer.

"Because you're in on this competition too?" he guessed sourly.

Pulling out the milk and a couple cans of soup, Alfred replied succintly," Because what I want for my birthday is to spend the day with my grandson on his own birthday."

..."I'm not really your grandson," Jason mumbled into his tea. His face was red and he felt warm and cozy inside, but he tried to not let it go to his head. He wasn't really Alfred's family. He wasn't really anybody's family. Family's not exactly his forte and time has proven multiple times that Jason Todd's never really been good at the whole thing.

Alfred shot him a look like he wanted to prove him wrong. "And do you know why everyone is insisting on giving you birthday gifts?" he asked instead.

"Because they want to win the contest?"

"Yes and no."

Great, a cryptic answer. Jason's favorite.

"Because they're a bunch of competetive fools who are bored out of their minds, so Dick and Steph came up with this stupid contest that will occupy them for a day, then everyone will go on with their lives like today never happened," Jason haphazarded a guess.

Alfred very nearly rolled his eyes, but they lit up in surprise when he pulled something unexpected out of one of the grocery bags. "Hello, what is this?"

It was a little white box with yellow ribbon, professionally wrapped, and Jason recognized it immediately. "That little brat!" he exclaimed," He must've snuck it into my bag on the bus!"

That would finally explain why Damian left without a fight.

With the knowing little twinkle back in his eye, Alfred set the present down and turned to Jason. "They want to celebrate your birthday because they care, Master Jason," he finally said," Yes, there are sadly few in this family who are any good at actually talking to each other, but you must understand that everyone, Master Bruce especially, do things for each other because it's the only way they can show that they care."

Jason opened his mouth to argue, but didn't dare interrupt Alfred. "They try to give you gifts because they know you won't accept an invitation to a family dinner," Alfred continued," Master Bruce gives practical gifts because he wants all of you to be safe. Master Dick gives hugs because to him, physical contact is how he shows his love. Master Tim doesn't get gifts for people, but he will set aside time to spend with those he cares for. And for this..." He held up Damian's little gift," While yes there is a competition going on, Master Damian snuck this into your bag not because he wanted to win some silly challenge, but because he simply wanted you to have it."

"But even more importantly, you must know this: What is the reward at the end of this contest?"

Significantly cowed, Jason sipped his tea and thought. He never really thought of it in that way. That other people showed the way they cared in different ways.

But it was still a hard pill to swallow.

"Bragging rights?" he replied, more of a quiet question than an answer.

But even still, Alfred smiled at him," No my dear boy. They get you. That's why they try so hard, because they want you know you're still part of the family."

[aercalima]

@redhoodrage

Keying/graffiti-ing someones car is old news now if someone cheats we go at their wardrobe with a seam ripper

yknow what? Fuck you *unstitches all your shirts and jeans*

[primeemeraldheiress]

For the ask post please:

3, 8, 11

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

So my typical thought for this is High School AU. I freaking hate them. (Sorry to those that love them! No offense intended!) But I’ve seen other people answer this with Infidelity and I honestly didn’t realize that was considered a trope. That. All of that. Infidelity for sure. The only time I would ever use that is if it was purely a misunderstanding cleared up immediately.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I went through almost my entire bibliography and I just... realized I misread the prompt. I thought it was specifically asking for favorite dialogue (of which I have none because none of it really stands out to me, apparently) but it’s asking for a part of a dialogue scene and that I can do!

Obi-Wan has prepared another cup of tea for her when she returns, pale and trembling. Ginger and mint. She frowns. Immediately she wants to refuse, wants to recoil against any indication of service from a Jedi. The Order that she’s idolized since she was a child. Even more so after they — after this man in front of her and Anakin — saved her planet.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She insists, nausea still turning in her stomach.

“I know.” His voice is firm. Something in her settles. Something small. He, at least, will set boundaries. Will tell her when she’s crossed a line.

Padmé sips the tea, grateful even as she hates it.

“Thank you.”

After a moment, she quietly reaffirms, both for both of them, “I didn’t know.”

“I know.” He answers, just as softly.

She would never — ever — have touched Anakin if she had. She would never have even considered— She closes her eyes at the thought. A once warm memory forever tainted. Rotten. She feels filthy. What she’s done is unforgivable.

“Padmé.” She looks up, eyes aching in the way they do moments before they begin to water. “Drink your tea.”

She swallows and nods, knowing it for the peace offering it was. He can’t forgive her, for it isn't his to give. And Anakin…

Her heart aches.

Anakin.

I love this scene because between the words they’re speaking, there’s actually so much unstated communication. So many things that are implied by what’s being said and what’s being done. I love the subtlety of this scene and of this fic. They way you speak is not just in words but in motion, in meaning, in implication. 

From Pull Back The Curtain (Be Ready for the Show)

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It’s both! It’s definitely a passion but it also has to be regulated to a hobby considering life and school etc etc. I love to write and like probably most of us, I’d love to be a published author some day. 

Gods, could you imagine me as a published author? 😂

[excuseme-howdareyou]

Tag Meme

(because tag memes are fun and I’ll never stop doing them)

Tagged by @primeemeraldheiress =)

Top 3 ships: (of this fandom) Tim/Jason/Dick and any combination of that three, StephCass, and BatCat

Last Movie: Spectral plays in the background as I write this

Reading: Nonprofit works by independent writers on a digital med-- Fanfics.... I have been reading fanfics.

What food are you craving right now?: Tortellini. Cheese tortellini with homemade seasoned alfredo and blackened chicken and I am SO upset I don’t have heavy cream in this household right now to make it.

Tagging: @redtwomuch @marudny-robot @throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen @redhoodrage

[primeemeraldheiress]

For the word ask game: horror

You’ve stumbled on more Kidnapping AU! Probably not what you were fishing for but it is what it is!

Standing, he turned to the Councilors, eyes hard. 

“We’ll find them.” He vowed, voice like beskar.

A memory turned in Obi-Wan’s mind, images of Anakin, stuttering to recount the horrors of his childhood. His life under a different type of master. Horrors of the flesh and spirit that no human should have to endure. Especially children.

An untrained force sensitive was worth a staggering amount of money in the open slave market on the Outer Rin. On the black market, double. At the least. When trained...when broken...when submissive.

He pushed the thought out of his mind, unable to stand it. Obi-Wan would not allow Anakin to go back to that. 

He had promised. 

Anakin was free.

“We’re going to find them.” He muttered, turning his eyes back to the ship, to the faint echoes of pain and fear and blood layered in the Force. Imprinted on the metal around them 

“We have to.” 

There was no other option. 

Ask from here.

[excuseme-howdareyou]

Mini Prompt Challenge!

I have been gifted the knowledge of a random word generator. I decided it makes an excellent one word prompt.

The challenge?

Generate FIVE random words.

Make a short story (10 sentences or less) based on those words.

Then tag 5 people.

And here we go!

1: Stir

"You're stirring it wrong," Jason piped up from over by the cutting board.

"I am not stirring it wrong!" Dick hissed at him across the kitchen," I have a pot and a spoon. It is physically impossible for me to be stirring it wrong."

Without even looking over, Jason just continued to chop up the vegetables. "It's going to boil over if you stir it that way," he told him.

While his back was turned, Dick made a face at him. From the stove, the pot of noodles made a hissing sound as it boiled over.

"Fuck!"

2: Glue

Roy looked dubiously at the purple and glittery mess inside the bowl. "Are you sure that we're supposed to use glue?" he asked as Lian started to vigorously mix it up with her fingers. It looked messy and he worried about that bowl tipping over onto the floor.

Jason, having just dumped a bunch of Elmer's glue in the bowl, looked at him with a toothy grin. "Have you never made slime before?"

3: Variety

"Variety is the spice of life," Stephanie grinned at them.

Barbara looked between her, the light up wall, then back at her. Beside her, Alfred sighed, tired and exasperated.

"That saying does not mean how many broken bones you can accumulate when fighting entire crime rings," he scolded her.

4: Asset

"Sit your ass down, you're not qualified for this," Donna hissed at him and forced him to sit back on the barstool.

Dick pouted at her from over the top of his glass. "Of course I am," he argued," We've got to lure that guy out into the alleyway without anyone noticing."

She rolled her eyes," Exactly. This sort of thing needs...a woman's touch. You don't have the right...." she gestured loosely to her torso.

With a snort, Dick hopped off the barstool again," Don't worry, I've got this," and headed towards their target. Before he got too far, he paused and looked over his shoulder back at her, his body twisted in such a way that his jeans pulled tight.

"I've got the right asset."

5: Century

"Happy 100th anniversary," Jason's voice was a low croon as he leaned over the back of the chair to kiss his husband's cheek. Tim hummed, delighted, and tilted his head back so he could kiss him on the mouth.

"Been a whole century already?" he sighed," It feels like yesterday I found you stuck in those tree roots."

His lover chuckled, his laughter a puff of air against his neck," Only a 2,000 year old fae would think a century is a short amount of time."

Tim smiled and gripped his mug of tea with one hand so he could hold Jason's fingers with his other. "And those 1,959 years were the longest of my life. So boring!" he said with a pout that soon turned into a bright smile," Now that I have my werewolf with me, I can't wait to see the next 2,000 with you."

I tag: @redhoodrage @redtwomuch @primeemeraldheiress @j-a-n-e--d-o-e @rhaedarofworlds

[cherry-ten]

I was tagged by @incorrect-nct-quotes for the bias selfie tag 💖💖💖 

guess which one i was drunk in lol 

I’ll tag the usual but also new ppl: @winwinnerchickendinner, @tenseoyong, @nc-ty, @princechittaphon, @hey-uta, @renjiandchenlen, @girisonyeo and @redhoodrage

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@redhoodrage

Katelyn Ohashi scores a perfect 10 for her floor routine at the 2019 Collegiate Challenge [x]

[primeemeraldheiress]

I've gotta blame you for something. You've been reposting so much star wars Fandom stuff and Obi-wan was always been my favorite and now I am so absorbed in this fandom and its wonderful and awful and thank you!!! Now I'm reading all the fanfic and watching all the gifs and drooling over all the fanart! So thank you and I blame you!

So. @ailiththequeenofshadows posted the Vader Medical Trauma Time Travel AU in the Omega Jason Todd server so @jasontoddiefor caused my fall to the Dark Side and Eli’s pretty proud of it at this point, I think.  I’ve been avoiding Star Wars for years until now so it’s an accomplishment. I’ve been in over my head since and I’m not coming up for air any time soon.

I’m thrilled to have drug someone else along with me. 

I’m already tormenting the New SW Canon discord.

#noshame