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[iamstartraveller776]

"People mostly write and read very character driven, specific ship focused fic, because what most people want out of fanfiction is to focus on the romance between characters they're not getting in canon so they can soak in the vibes."

Yes, absolutely. And thank hell for all the authors who write character-driven, ship focused fic for us to soak in the vibes to.

But also…

thank hell for all the authors who write angst, whump, and hurt no comfort, for us to luxuriate in blorbo's hurt and pain and cry or cackle.

thank hell for all the authors who write cheating, love triangles and affairs for us to consume large quantities of popcorn to and yell 'oh no, they didn't'.

thank hell for all the authors who write case fic, mission fic, and intricate, plot-driven stories to replicate the feel of canon, when canon has stopped or gone wrong.

thank hell for all the authors who write 'fix it' fics when canon has betrayed us with bad vibes, plot holes and deaths.

thank hell for all the authors who write poly ships when what we need is just for everyone to get along and screw instead of screw up.

thank hell for all the authors who write gen fic when we're not interested in romance.

thank hell for all the authors in fandom, and all the wonderful, different kinds of fanfiction they write for us.

#i love this #i am grateful every day for fic authors #i am grateful to contribute too

[iamstartraveller776]

Alina: *nearly kills the Darkling on the Fold* I never needed you.

The Darkling: *adds gold to his kefta* I’m even more in love with you after your failed homocide attempt.

#darklina #facts #sab

[iamstartraveller776]

I understand that she's Padme and so of course she'd have been bringing it in the wardrobe department regardless (because the girl is a Fashion Icon who wears prom hair and tiara to bed while pregnant with twins), and of course no one has to dress "for" someone else, but Attack of the Clones is so so so so SO funny to me because GIRL YOU DO NOT HAVE TO TRY THIS HARD. You do not need to change outfits every 2 hours. You did not need to showcase every backless or leather or sequined ensemble you HAD in the Padme Amidala Forbidden Seduction Collection. You can leave the complicated shoes and hairstyles out of the mix and just chill in some Lululemons or whatever for a change. Anakin is the absolute easiest sell EVER HERE. The boy is about to literally DIE of horniness and longing. He can barely string a coherent sentence together and he has -500% of an idea of what is going on, with anything. Also he himself only owns like, one outfit and a poncho.

#🤣🤣🤣 #anidala #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #sw

[iamstartraveller776]

sunshiney characters who adore the mean grumpy character, platonically or romantically, but not DESPITE them being mean as if that isn’t who the other “really” is deep down. they love it. they think the other is the funniest cleverest most delightful person alive

[iamstartraveller776]

“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well

#my life these days #though i'm not sure i do it well

[iamstartraveller776]

the fruit of my labors

for anyone who doesn't know, I made a post about Baelfire's drawings on his cave and how Killian didn't react enough to it, so I decided to fix that a bit! beta'd by the wonderfully helpful @jonesfandomfanatic !

rated G | 1360 words also on ao3

The path through the dense, hot forest was one Killian was acquainted with. A right turn at the twisted tree, a sharp left turn at the rock lion, straight ahead through the berry patch. If you run into the rock that looks like the crescent moon you’ve gone too far.

Killian had followed him through the woods many times after their separation, no, Baelfire’s abandonment. Had wanted to make sure Bae was safe, that he was alive. He didn’t approach, memorized the way to Bae's little cave and kept it in his heart but never broached the gaping abyss he’d created between them. First out of bitterness, then out of shame. 

Baelfire wouldn’t welcome his presence anyway.

He found out about Bae’s departure from Neverland from Pan himself; the demon’s anger leaving a bitter taste. And, after Baelfire was gone, Killian would make his way to his hovel many times, standing in front of the large rock and the dangling vine for hours at times. He had only entered once, had found the torch on the wall and lit it with an easy flick of the flint in his hook. 

But it had been too much. Killian had seen the spartan home the boy had created for himself, had seen his small bed and, at the sight of the marks near it, counting his days on the island, left. He'd not made the trek again, as he couldn't bare setting foot in that cave again.

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Now Baelfire was gone. Dead. And Killian’s back on the blasted island he had wanted to escape from more than anything.

There were differences now, of course. Baelfire had been Neal. He'd grown into a man, a man that had a darker path than Killian had hoped for - than Milah had hoped for. And Killian had joined the heroes, hopefully on his way to becoming one, or at least a version of himself that Liam would be proud of. That Baelfire would be proud of.

So, despite his wishes, Killian was going into Baelfire’s home for the first time in a century.

He still remembered the path - right turn at the twisted tree, sharp left turn at the rock lion and straight ahead through the berry patch. He didn’t see the crescent moon rock.

There was another difference. He wasn’t alone this time. He couldn’t turn around and go back to camp because there were people who needed to go into the cave, find out how Bae escaped Neverland so they could too. He had to go in.

Despite his smirk and his uncontrollable need to share personal space with the Savior, Killian was pleased to not walk into the cave first. Was glad to hide behind the need for light, behind explanations, and to focus on Emma instead of the scratched on drawings on the wall.

“He got it from his mother,” he found himself saying. 

Explanations. 

He couldn’t focus on the way Milah’s hair would fall unacknowledged on her face whenever she was focused on a drawing, or the way Baelfire’s did the same. Couldn’t focus on the many times he’d had to clean charcoal from Milah’s face when she fell asleep over a piece of parchment, or the way he had teared up when the same had happened to Bae. Couldn’t focus on the shame and regret he felt after when their drawings had turned to ash in a fit of tearful rage. Couldn’t focus on the fact that he had fooled himself into thinking he’d purged them from his heart by burning their art. Couldn’t focus on the several more drawings he had locked away in his safe to keep himself from burning them too. 

“Home.” 

As he looks up at the moving stars from Emma’s less than static grip, Killian forces himself to remain in the present. Urges himself not to remember the enthusiastic way Baelfire had stood next to him by the wheel while he told him about the constellations in Neverland’s permanent night sky. Tries not to remember Baelfire’s beaming smile, so much like Milah’s, when Killian praised him for naming all the constellations correctly. 

“Which means the only person who can read it is dead.” He’s almost grateful for Emma’s quick exit with the way he is barely able to control his tears. 

Baelfire, Neal, whatever he wanted to be called, is dead. Milah’s child is gone.

Still, Killian is painfully aware of the Queen’s presence in the room. Her annoyed energy unable to be ignored, giving him no space to mourn, giving him no space to remember the boy that had thrived on his ship, that had become more than just a means for his revenge.

There are memories on the wall, the port and starboard under a perfect replica of the Jolly Roger’s bow. A lesson in navigation comes unbidden to his brain, the feel of Baelfire’s hair in his hand and the proud smile on the boy’s face. He wanted to stay in that memory forever.

“Seems like you left an impression, Hook.” Regina’s lips curved in a cruel smirk as she tapped the wall he had been looking at, her pointer finger on the depiction of his hook in what he assumed was his area of the wall. He didn’t bite the bait.

Killian remembered instead how the boy had been mystified by it, the way it worked, how he used it - he had been too scared to tell him the truth of how he got it, unwilling to shatter the perfect life they were living. But shatter it still did.

He sees the Darlings over a drawing of what Bae told him was the Great Ben - he still wasn’t sure what was Great about this Ben but he still remembered the loud giggles the boy let out when he got the name wrong. Killian knew of the parents who had accepted a boy into their family as if he was their own. Bae talked fondly of them and the boys, Michael and John, and affectionately of Wendy, talked about how he had felt part of a family before the Shadow tore them apart. His heart had ached for the boy who had wanted a family and his shame worsened when he realized he had done the same as Pan’s evil entity.

Killian’s almost thankful for Emma’s reentrance, her shoulders set and determined frown on her face. She looks magnificent like that and he welcomes the distraction. But then she gets that look again, the same one he saw when they were climbing the beanstalk and he remembers seeing it on Baelfire, knows that he sees it in the mirror too. 

“I too know what it feels like to lose hope,” Killian starts to say to Emma. 

And he reads it plainly in her face that she doesn’t want to believe him, that she is looking for a reason to distrust him. That she’s not ready to open up about this. He wants to turn away, leave it at that, leave it up to her but he never knew how to give up.

“I too know what it feels like to lose,” he continues and she lets out a sigh, a deep sigh expelling her anger and frustration, her shoulders slumping down. And then she nods and he gives her a smile, not a smirk, not a grin, just a smile and, while hers might be even smaller than his, it’s still a smile and he considers himself lucky. He tries not to wonder if he’s worthy of that luck. 

“We need to go.”

It’s easy to put on his bravado, his cocky smirk for David’s comments, no matter how likely they are, deflect the way Emma already means more than he thought she ever would.

What isn’t easy is saying goodbye to the memory infested walls of the cave, Baelfire’s last mark on the world. It isn’t easy to say goodbye to the memory of the boy who could have been his family, who could have loved him back, who he could have not betrayed.

But he does.

There is another boy who needs to be saved. And this time, he will.

#oh wow! #this is a beautiful bittersweet look into killian's mind #fic rec #ouat #killian jones

[iamstartraveller776]

Reasons why that creative project has been sitting at 95% completed for months or years on end:

What remains to be done is all editing and revision, and you resent the fact that your work can’t just be perfect on the first try  

You remember that there was something you wanted to change, but you didn’t write it down and now can’t recall what it was, and you can’t proceed until you figure it out  

You’re stuck in a loop of “there’s this one problem that I know I can’t resolve without external feedback, but I don’t want to show it to anyone else until after that problem has been resolved”  

It’s really the process that you enjoy, and you’ve learned that you can indefinitely postpone the emotional letdown of a completed project if you simply refuse to acknowledge that there’s nothing further to be done  

The unhinged perfectionist part of your brain is convinced that calling a project finished is tantamount to admitting that you couldn’t have done it better  

You got absorbed in a second project and genuinely forgot that the first one existed  

Aliens

#writerly things

[iamstartraveller776]

Demons and monsters that torture people because they feed on human suffering are so dumb. People are suffering everywhere my guy go literally any place and take a deep whiff.

[iamstartraveller776]

The Rings of Power Summer Celebration 2024

Welcome to our summer celebration for the one and only “The Rings of Power”. Since season 2 is slowly approaching we decided that this was the perfect time to pump some life into the fandom and bring some joy into our lives. We have come up with a couple of prompts to help you get inspired to create whatever your heart desires, like gifs, stills, and artwork in various media; digital, traditional, collages, video, fanfics (drabbles or longer), anything and everything you can think of is accepted on these shores.

Tracked tags: #ROPCelebration24 #ROPSummer24

Prompts:

June 3 - 9: Characters: Gush shamelessly over the characters we love and adore, whether it is a character that is your favourite, or one that you think has been pushed to the side. June 10 - 16: Locations: Pay homage to Middle-Earth’s breathtaking locations recreated for the show, from Lindon through Khazad-dûm to the Southlands. June 17 - 23: Costumes: Honour the gorgeous costume designs. June 24 - 30: Music: Share the favourite part of the musical score, create playlists for characters or relationships, or write a show-inspired song text, the possibilities are endless. July 1- 7: Relationships: Celebrate relationships in all shapes and sizes, from family to lovers, friends and enemies. July 8 -14: Minor characters/OCs/Rarepairs: Put the spotlight on characters that might be less important to the overall story but are very much important to us, and highlight the characters you have created ourselves, and the pairings that might not have as big of a following that you wish they had.

Rules:

All types of creations are welcome, from gifs to written works.

You will have a week for each prompt, but no need to worry you can always post it at a later date.

All ships are safe in this harbour, Fëanor ain’t here to burn them.

18+ is allowed, but not required.

Please use the tags, #ROPCelebration24 #ROPSummer24

And most importantly, have fun <3

#signal boost #this is so fun! #trop #ropcelebration24 #ropsummer24

[iamstartraveller776]

Justin of the Timber Lake: A mythical figure revered in the early 21st century as the Harbinger of May, thought to be the name of a deity, or possibly some sort of messianic figure

Excerpt from A History of Pre-Contact Earth, published 2903

[iamstartraveller776]

The thing neurotypicals tend not to understand about the ADHD brain is that it really only has two gears

I turn to the chalkboard and carefully write out

WORKIN' HARD

HARDLY WORKIN'

#adhd

[iamstartraveller776]

"if you ship this thing it's because you're too naïve to understand that it's toxic and that you wouldn't like a relationship like this" actually it's because I see one of them as a mentos drop and the other as a bottle of coke zero and I want to watch the mess they'll be together

#facts

[iamstartraveller776]

“It wasn’t about anything so shallow as physical desire. They wanted each other in the way of flesh wanting to knit itself together over a wound.”

— Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

[iamstartraveller776]

THE LAST DAY GUYS

[iamstartraveller776]

me, quietly whispering to the ao3 page of an author who doesn’t even know I exist: I am obsessed with you

[iamstartraveller776]

THE MUMMY 1999 | dir. Stephen Sommers

#the mummy

[iamstartraveller776]

soooo, he's a 12?

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER 1.03 - 1.08

bonus:

#😍😍😍😍 #sauron #halbrand #trop #this is AWESOME