#i started writing this in like 2016

[badolmen]

I can fix him*

*bad writing, underutilized gameplay mechanics, characters with unfulfilled potential, funded by bootlickers

#ra speaks #personal #sorry I made dr phone calls and have like. ten minutes til I gotta get ready for first class of the semester. let me have this. #I think I should get every COD game ever for free. it’s MY tax dollars at work after all (actually anything produced w us military funding #should be free I think I can trap even my bootlicker tax hating dad into getting onboard w this one) #anyways. ghosts was…decent. but jfc if you give me a silent protag I expect SOME self awareness in the writing. #why are characters calling to him on comms when they know he won’t respond? why doesn’t he have an AAC device or something more futuristic? #I’m just saying if you explicitly limit a character you need to respect those limits in te writing. it’s not that hard. #like non of the characters even acknowledge that Logan never talks. esp weird when he first meets the ghosts #also. obv not a big fan of ‘all of South America has United into evil space terrorists’ but it was 2013 so ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ #wish we got to see some SDC civis y’know? get a bear on the average attitudes abt the whole. invading the US thing. #(jfc do not get me started on The Wall like this is a 2016 trump voter’s power fantasy) #also Riley was such an interesting mechanic why couldn’t they have at least substituted him w drones or something on the other missions?? #you get him for like. two missions. and then he gets shot and you have to protect him (gosh I actually loved that section) #just. it was clear Logan was The Dog Guy with an aptitude for tech. honestly Hesh felt more like the MC than Logan. #and while Logan doesn’t have a ton of personality we can glean as a result of non speaking + ZERO communication at all ever #seriously he doesn’t even like. wave or give thumbs up to people wtf dude do ppl just assume he’s psychic or something??? #I do LOVE the few scenes we get with him acting outside of player control/where he actually has agency (Elias’ death. the final cutscene) #and like it’s not much but it’s enough that I WANT to see what happens next #but alas. a decade old game without a true sequel (I think??? haven’t actually looked into it.) #my brother is making fun of me for being a COD gamer now like boy. I have no defense pls be nice to me T-T

[edge-oftheworld]

starting to realise every time 5sos wrote and recorded an album ridiculously fast how much of that must’ve been driven by ashton. like he was in the studio for a month, literally just asking us what genre we wanted a month ago, and now chilling enjoying what he made in that time?? he’s not real I’m sorry you can’t just do that

#which really shows how burnt out he was in 2016-17 #like I know when he’s ready to write he says he starts seeing songs in everything #but also like. when did he have time to write superbloom?? he didn’t. it just happened by itself #I do think doing what you love and are meant to do should have this kind of flow and be this easy #but when it’s easy for ash it’s because he worked hard to make it automatic when his brain is ready for it I know #ashton irwin #5sos #5 seconds of summer #superbloom #ai2

[wren-of-the-woods]

It's Just Like Falling Snow (I am Above You, and I Love You)

Another fic for @finishwhatyoustarted-event! This one is set just after Rogue One and is a sort of happy epilogue to the events of the film. CW for the aftermath of character death (from the dead character's PoV).

Rated G, 1.2k, on AO3 here.

~

Cassian dies. 

The warm, blinding light of a planet’s destruction envelops him and he feels only a second of pain before he knows he is gone, his body vaporized and his soul left floating in the ether. 

It is a relief, at first. The pain and ache and adrenaline that filled his body drain away into nothing. For a moment, he feels calmer than he has in days or even perhaps years. He can sense the force around him, feel it in a way he’s never felt it before, a way he never thought possible, and he spares a moment to think that if the Jedi felt it like this, suffusing their very beings with warmth, perhaps it is understandable that they were capable of so very much.

But as his pain fades, so does the sensation of Jyn’s arms around him. Her touch disappears into the mist of recollection and, for a moment, the ache in his soul almost surpasses the pain that had been in his body. He is alone again. There is no one. He would have thought that after all this time he’d have become used to the loss, used to the loneliness, but it would seem that he’s not the hardened criminal he pretends to be. It hurts.

Then—

It feels like an embrace, like a part of the warm force that surrounds him but more intense, more vital and filled with something that Cassian realizes, after a startled moment, is love. It feels like arms embracing him. It feels familiar, like protection from cold and the smell of metal and the well-known ringing of the anvil. It feels like—

“Maarva?” Cassian whispers, and it shouldn’t be possible because he doesn’t have lips or a tongue or lungs anymore, but something must have worked because he hears, wrapping itself around him like a blanket, a response. 

“Cassian,” she says, and it feels like a hole in Cassian’s heart that had been long ignored but never filled begins to close. 

Cassian can’t get choked up anymore, can’t cry, but the feeling is still there and it must have been communicated somehow because he feels the warmth around him strengthen like arms tightening their hold.

“I’m so proud of you,” says Maarva, and Cassian gasps a shuddering breath with lungs that don’t exist. 

He tries to speak but fails, trailing off into a wounded sound of pure feeling. 

“I am,” says Maarva. “You did it. Cassian, you did it. You found the plans. You saved people. You’re a hero, Cassian, and I couldn’t be prouder.”

“I failed so many times,” he whispers. “I did so many things I’m not proud of.”

“But you persevered,” says Maarva. “You kept going, and you triumphed, Cassian. The legacy of your victory will endure when the remnants of your failures have crumbled into dust.”

Cassian does not know how to respond to that, so he says nothing, simply letting himself exist in the vicinity of the woman he has missed for so long. 

And then a familiar presence appears behind him, and Cassian knows without looking that Clem is here. 

“I missed you,” Cassian whispers. He feels a sensation that resembles, more than anything, a hand on his shoulder. 

“I was proud to give you my name,” Clem says, and Cassian chokes out a laugh. 

“It was just a code,” he says.

“I know,” says Clem. “I’m still proud.”

Another voice chimes in, young and painfully familiar. It’s a voice he’s heard over and over again, in person and in a recording and in his memory.

“That was incredible, Cassian,” says Nemik. “Absolutely incredible. You’ve topped Aldhani. I always knew you were a revolutionary at heart.”

“You inspired me,” Cassian manages, and somehow, though none of them have bodies, he knows that Nemik is smiling. 

And then, in a language that Cassian hasn’t heard spoken in years and yet that is as familiar as his own hands and his own tongue, speak two more voices. 

“Kassa,” they say, and if he could, Cassian would be dropping to his knees.

“Mom? Dad?” he asks. Those words were the first he learned to say, and remembering them feels like freedom. 

“Yes,” they say.

“You’re not alone,” they say. “We’re not alone.”  

Suddenly, Cassian knows they’re right. He can feel his people all around him, can feel his sister, their presences as familiar as the wet forest air of his long-lost home.

“We’re proud of you, Kassa,” they are saying. “You did well. You helped us, you remembered us, you avenged us, and we’re proud of you. We love you, son of Kenari.”

If Cassian had still possessed a body, he thinks he would be crying. As it is, he simply basks in the relief of the pain and loneliness he has carried with him for so long and the joy of being, finally, in the presence of his whole family. 

Your father would have been proud of you, Jyn, he had said, there on the beach with her in his arms, and with the ease of long practice he had ignored the thoughts of his own father— fathers, really, and mothers and sisters and even brothers — and yet now here they are, here beyond his wildest dreams. They are here, they love him, and they are proud. 

It is more than he could have asked for. It is, quite possibly, more than he deserves. The thought does not bother him nearly as much as it might once have; he is far too happy to finally be here, among his family. 

Beside him, he feels Bodhi, startled and a bit regretful yet triumphant. He feels Baze and Chirrut, hand in hand. He feels Melshi, sad but so damn proud. He even feels, beyond his wildest dreams, the presence of Kay at his side.

He feels that they have won, though he did not live to see the victory. He feels that they saved people. He feels that what they did was worth it all.

And then, suddenly, slotting in beside him like the final piece of the puzzle that was Cassian’s life, Jyn is there. She is warm in the force beside them, bright like the stardust she is named for. She is radiant. He thinks that if she could, she would be taking his hand. 

“We did it,” she says quietly. She sounds far more at peace than he ever heard her in life. She sounds happy.

“We did,” says Cassian. “We really did.”

Slowly, gently, he feels an invisible force tugging him forward, towards his family and an ever-growing light. It does not feel forceful or cold as he might once have imagined it; the feeling is soft and tender, a request more than a command. 

“Come with us,” say his family. 

Cassian is warm. He is surrounded by more love than he has ever known. 

“We will be with you,” they say. “You are not alone.”

Perhaps for the first time since he was a child, Cassian believes them wholeheartedly.

Around him, his friends — his family — are present and triumphant. Jyn’s presence is solid beside him. He tries to squeeze her hand with a body that no longer exists, and feels a sensation resembling an answering squeeze in return.

“Are you ready?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he says softly, “I am.”

And, together with his family, Cassian steps into the light.

#star wars #rogue one #cassian #andor #cassian andor #rebelcaptain #wren writes #i've never written rogue one fic before so i hope i'm getting the tags right lol #i can't believe i've never written about cassian before this! been having feelings about that man since 2016 #mcd #major character death #<- just in case -- this is like the fluffiest possible fic that could merit an mcd tag #because i'm like that #finish what you started 2023 #i finished what i started

[ember-not-amber]

I just remembered that when I was 13 I had a huge crush on Ezra Bridger from Star Wars Rebels😭 I think my younger brother had started watching the show and we were still in the ages in our lives where we all had to take turns watching sth on the TV at different times (ex. 6:00, 7:30, etc.) and when it was his turn I was originally annoyed bc I wanted to watch whatever show I was watching at the time but then I became enthralled by both the show and Ezra.

I once tried to write a fanfic where he and Sabine finally got together but I wasn’t well-versed in the Star Wars day-to-day life and I wasn’t super invested in the lore (I’m still not lol I was never a Star Wars girlie but I do think the movies and any shows related to them are entertaining so I don’t hate it) so I kinda just made it take place after all the major events had ended and the characters could just live peaceful, normal lives and it was not that good and I didn’t even write up to the part where they got together or even kissed bc 1) I’m not good at writing the build-up, I can only think of the best part and 2) I’m a perfectionist and I want my first draft to be perfect which makes the writing process take forever and I end up abandoning the fic.

Oh and I got an action figure of him that I still have.

#original post #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #star wars: rebels #childhood crush #fictional crushes #omg that show aired 10 years ago! #and I believe my brother started watching it in 2016 #his hair was literally everything #I was also in the era of my life where I thought I could become the next Taylor Swift so I would write these shitty little songs #that had unoriginal Melodie’s like I would write original lyrics while having another song stuck in my head and my lyrics were meant to be #sung to the same tune as that song so I would write songs to #express how I was feeling about sth and I wrote one about having a crush on Ezra #to the tune of ‘hold me’ by Jamie Grace ft. Toby Mac😭

[vampswritings]

ADVENTURERS AU FT. CALDENDILES

"Spare me, no harm's ever come from reading a book."

Rupert Giles, librarian, has devoted the majority of his life researching vampires. Jenny Calendar, self proclaimed adventurer, has spent hers profiting off them. Brought together by the pursuit of vampiric artefacts, the location of Castle Înger reveals itself to the pair. They reluctantly team up for the journey -- and accidentally free Angelus, a bloodthirsty creature that's holding more than a few grudges.

#calendiles #the mummy/dracula/my indulgence au #ok listen: i have not started writing this yet #but i will and i want to talk about it #and i'm building hype in the only way i know how: like it's 2016 with this moodboard #adventurers au #my writing

[lailuhhh]

It’s still Wednesday have some wip

“Afraid it’s a little more complicated than that.” He gave a humorless laugh. “Did you know there’s thirteen native venomous snakes in Afghanistan?”

“Shit. Okay. I have a bit of experience with them from back on the ranch. Be there in one.”

Mac held his breath and stayed as still as he could. It was kind of funny, how long he was able to get away without running into a snake. Matter of fact he didn’t know of anyone that had gotten any snake related injury. He didn’t even recall any guys even talking about seeing snakes anywhere, only scorpions and bugs that occasionally hid in their boots.

“Okay man, talk to me. What’re we lookin at?” Jack called from the mouth of the alley. “First thing’s first, that IED is still live ain’t it?”

“Yeah.” Mac answered, seeing Jack’s shadow coming over his shoulder. “There’s no timer or mercury leaver, so we don’t need to worry about that.”

“Nah, only the little guy that’s fixin to get ya the moment ya move. Commit him to memory so we can tell doc what kinda antivenom to get, just in case.”

“Thanks for assuming I’m going to get bit.”

#y’all I am THRIVING right now #I’m writing so much and I’m so proud #like army days and another au and I think I’m gonna start the Mac vs Mother Nature one too #good for me #but yeah #Mac’s not gonna have a good time in any of it lol #lailuh speaks #macgyver #macgyver 2016 #lailuh writes #wip #wip wednesday

[luckycharms1701]

just thinking about these turtles man

#like #i don't know if y'all understand #if you've been on my ao3 you might have seen that i have four star trek fics written in 2016 #and then there's my first fic from 2012 #equaling a little over 10K in words #and that is IT #well there is one barely started oblivion fanfic and about 7K of an original story #but i doubt those will go anywhere so i'm not counting them #that's all the writing i've EVER done #now #i've written 53K for the turtles since september #and that doesn't count the two unfinished fics that i'm working on OR the stuff i've written on here #what the hell is in that mutagen is what i want to know #these boys... #talking tag #tmnt

[enbeemagical]

i'm tired lemme tell you a bit about my ocs who are the main characters of the current story, present arc (currently writing two: present arc, which takes place in 2017, and legends, which takes place 5,000+ years ago)

okay so we have Alli and Rin. Alli is 15 years old, her mother is an elven crown princess and her father is a genderfluid vampire lord. she has an older half-brother (who used to have a twin but she died a few years ago). she's Hindu, which is 100% because of @plumblueflower telling me that her brother looks Indian and it kind of spiraled from there. when she grows up she'll look a lot like Anya Chalotra as yennefer. she's got some anger issues, cranky bab, altho this is partly bc the inciting incident is her qpp being kidnapped and everyone else thinks they should go get adult help but Alli kind of just runs off

Rin is the qpp. She's a 14 year old puck, with cicada-like wings that're in motion 90% of her waking hours. She's fluttery and excitable and weirdly good with names. pucks can change form (limited) and the forms she's chosen (that I know about currently) are: robin, deer, violet. she is smol for her age and pretty affable, her smile is contagious. also she is descended from Robin Goodfellow and her full first name is an alternate form of Robin. she is under 5 feet tall also. tiny childe. likes to fly to be at or above head height

they've been friends for 5+ years, probably around 8-10 years but idk exactly. qpps for much less time, unsure how long exactly, maybe a few months to a year?

#ocs #my ocs #alli is cis and probably nd and arospec ace #rin is a trans aromantic lesbian. idk how neurospicy she is #fun fact present arc is in 2017 bc it was 2016 when i started writing and i was like lemme make it a little further ahead than it actually #is and i'll catch up. if i can publish it soon it'll be neat to have a book taking place the same year or last year #i look back on smol me with a certain amount of ''lol you sweet summer child'' #anyways that's why #also bc like. 99% of my ocs are queer: alli's mom is bisexual. and both rin's parents are mspec. leaning towards her having two dads but id

[perelka-l]

Randomly found an old fic of mine when I was browsing my old unfisnihed fics (there is a Shitton of them okie) and

I found an old fic that was about Lucas catching Darkrai and Darkrai is kinda anxious bc whole nightmare thing and Lucas is alrite, just throw your nightmares at me, I am your trainer now so it's my responsibility relax and also I seen some shit anyway and Darkrai is like wtf

So yeah Darkrai discovers that Lucas has seen some real shit and by real shit I mean Cyrus won for a hot second and it was kinda traumatising

With bonus Volkner being a mildly terrified boyfriend bc heyyyy

And idk I actually wonder about finishing it but idk it's kinda weird and I am not on good terms with writing (not like I ever was so) so. Hm. Hm!!!

#I also found out that that one Volkner/Lucas fic got deleted :( #It was like my main inspo here bc man I love love when adult lads get DISTRESSED bc oh no I have a shota bf #Oh yeah and Cyrus is also creepy #idk something about dppt awakens my desire to push the horror further there is some potential for lovecraftian shit #funny thing is I don't remember much nao #like I started writing this in 2016 jfc #I kinda wanna plan dppt but I have no means #Oh wait I should start oras #I'm tempted to restart usum but hhhhhhh uhhhhhh all the bonuses will go poof and this I don't like #eh #perelka dot txt

[thegetdownrebooter]

t*yl*r sw*ft getting dragged every 5 business days... i used to pray for times like these.

#i'm sorry but i hate her so fucking bad #i must speak my truth #god her music is so mediocre and her performative activism actually fooling a generation of young girls is so pitiful #like... you have a bunch of sw*ft*es actually thinking she is some closeted lesbian... bffr #mind you she only started spewing her fake woke “gay rights” shit after she got cancelled in 2016 #like why are you shocked by her dating that awful man? surely her lame rebranding after reputation didn't fool you fr? #god... i miss 2016 #back when people realized she was a performative white feminist that only used feminism for her benefit #lmfaoo i remeber swifties trying to defend her about the private jet shit #i wonder if they will claim “misogyny” in response to her dating an edgelord neo nazi #at the end of the day she doesn't actually practice what she preaches like it's all part of her brand #and also she isn't secretaly dating karlie kloss or whatever #in fact karlie is married to a trump in-law like... the jokes write themselves #anyways if you wanna stand a white pop girl so bad ariana is right there #sabrina is also right there #britney is still standing #in fact britney's blackout album is better than anything she has ever released i can tell you that much #i know i will most likely get jumped by her racist cult fanbase but i must speak my truth #maybe i won't have to hear that stupid anti-hero song at the grocery store anymore

[dearreader]

something is not right about a 26 year old adult picking fights with 14 year olds and lying about people being racist and antisemitic and suicide bating because they rightfully called you out and you like the drama

#THIS ISN’T ABOUT SWIFTIES #kelly babels #not going to say who cause i have them blocked #but oh my god finding out what this person is saying about my friends/mutuals #anyway on the off chance that person finds me #hi! the fact that you’re nearing 30 and are so knee deep in drama cause you love it #and posting genuinely idiotic and wrong comments about your fav and others is genuinely awful #your tales are worse then the guy in my comic books class who said the jewish coded characters were german and were being discriminated #against for starting ww2 #you’re dumber than kaylors who still believe taylor swift is in a lavender marriage with karlie kloss #you’re genuinely one of the dumbest people i’ve ever had the displeasure of hearing your comments #and please note: i graduated with a degree in english literature and didn’t semesters full of classes listening to men give awful opinions #i’ve read a creative writing piece about a man’s penis getting so big he has to be wheeled around in wheelchair #i have been a fucking swiftie since i was 13 and fought directioners and was in the trenches of 2016 #i have been to hell in back and have seen every awful take possibly imagined on literature #and i’m here to tell you that you’re takes on your fav and the source material are worse then all of that #congratulations! you’re a fucking idiot and have been hyper fixated on this series longer than me and i know more than you #i honestly just feel bad for you :( to like such a complicated and well written character but unable to understand him at a base level #save

[bobafett]

it is very funny for that post to pop up on the same night i was reading over some unfinished batfic and thinking about how one of my drafts is utterly unusable because it has fanon seeping out of all the seams

#there's some batfic from like 2016 on my ao3 that i've been resisting the urge to orphan for this exact reason too #it's self replicating is the problem #those fics are like that because i was reading a lot of fics at the time i was writing and hadn't read any of the like. foundational comics #as soon as i started reading more i started forming my own opinions about the characters and my writing got better and more consistent #and my takes on the characters got more interesting tbh!! #anyway. #should really finish this fic. << sentence i've been saying since like 2018 #from the beehive

[raveartts]

fun fact: i used to be a big ol horseland fan, and Scarlet was obviously Best Horse

#raveartts #horseland #i wasn't a horsegirl....i was a dragon girl #where's the show that's Horseland But Instead It's Dragons???? #i guess Riders Of Berk would fill that niche actually..... #also dear Rae from 2016 #what the actual fuck is up with that date-keeping #why didn't i just write 15 december 2015 or something????? #i guess this was around the time i actually started writing the date on stuff like a smart person #i was trying <3 #and why did i color her coat black when her hair is darker....and i didn't color the hair #i just shouldn't question what child me does...ever

[astral-from-afar]

Maybe I should have a wrestling sideblog lmao

#astral writes #going insane with the thoughts #my relationship with it is funny #First exposed in 2016 via cousins #Became a big WWE guy in 2018-2019 #now looking back how did I manage to sit through all that 💀 #then again I was constantly watching attitude/ruthless-agression era stuff #now I'm just floating around all promotions #I do want to get into more indie promotions #and don't get me started on stardom #I WILL see their matches #but alas my mortal enemy #timezones #(this is like 80% of live wrestling)

[gontagokuhara]

how to say “i want to study this person” abt someone rbing old deh posts of mine from 2017 but in like a respectful and non zoo-animal type way

#absolutely fascinated scrolling through the blog of an active 2024 deh/bmc fan #rbing all the old greats. anyone rmr fucking cryptidworm from the musicals era #insane thing to say incoming but literally i feel like i became sentient in 2016. thats where my memory/broader sense of awareness starts #ace attorney into ​mystic messenger into hamilton into deh/musicals in general a la 2016 #all of that to say its like a time capsule to the shit i was obsessed with at 16 and im 23 now and its just fascinating #if tumblrs archive system was better id be balls deep in my own archives because gawd was i a tumblr user back in the day #times were so much simpler when i was listening to musical soundtracks on the school bus and writing jump. sigh……. #idk where im going with this. certainly not genuine nostalgia life also started so suck extra hard 2016 onward #but ya. oh how times change and yet they stay the same or whatever. Strongge

[lailuhhh]

Angsty prompt time!

"Were you ever going to tell me the truth?"

Mac knew it would’ve come to that. Somehow, between the time Jack first told him and getting that last handshake in the war room, he knew it would’ve come to that.

“Were you ever going to tell me the truth?”

“Bout what bud?”

“Jack— I really can’t take any sidetracking right now. Just— please.”

The line was silent for a moment. “No.”

Mac sucked in a breath. He knew it would be the answer, but hearing it just made it real. “Why?”

“It’s dangerous.”

“Our whole job is dangerous.”

“Not like this.”

“Jack—“

“Mac.” Jack’s voice was so soft it hurt. “I can’t. This whole thing— it’s so much bigger than we could’ve imagined. Just talkin to you makes you a target, and you know I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if somethin happened to you.”

“Is that why you had Matty destroy every piece of anything that had your name on it? You they couldn’t trace you back to us?”

“That’s somethin I wasn’t goin to take a chance on.”

Mac tried to suppress a shaky breath. “So that’s it?”

“Mac—“

“You’re just not coming back?”

The words stung coming out of Mac’s mouth. And Jack’s calm reply did nothing to keep the tears at bay.

“No, I’m not.”

Send me a prompt

#not me giving Mac more abandonment issues #nope nope not here #unless……. #it started out with Bozer confronting Mac about the whole spy thing #but then I was like ‘wait we already got that’ #so have ‘Mac knows jack won’t come home from kovaks’ #‘not because he died but because kovaks is everywhere’ #or something I dunno #BUT ANYWAYS #lailuh speaks #macgyver #macgyver 2016 #lailuh writes #ask #answer #hello thank you i love you #ask game #rosieblogstuff