#THE AFTERMATH OF THE FALL…..

[minnieposting]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ckret2]

i think he could've used a friend then

[tennessoui]

thinking this fine morning (afternoon) about a rebellion au where anakin never joins the Jedi Order and remains a slave & is sold off of Tatooine before his mother is freed by Cliegg. Sometime during the Clone Wars when he's like 22, a Jedi frees him and the handful of fellow slaves in the area by killing their master during a fire fight with Separatist forces - after the fight, the Jedi tosses Anakin the chip controller he'd found amongst the master's belongings while looking for information on Separatist movements. He says something, witty and kind, Anakin thinks, but Anakin can't remember it - couldn't hear it over the pounding of his heart at the prospect of his own freedom

so a year later, when the Jedi Order falls and the Empire rises up, Anakin just cannot believe that the Jedi were evil. He's not and never will be a Jedi fanatic or anything, but he remembers his Jedi, the one who freed him. He remembers his smile, his kindness, the swoop of hair falling over his sweaty forehead. The way he'd winked at Anakin as he left--the way he'd cut through the master's money safe with his lightsaber to reveal hoards of physical credits, up for the taking and enough for each slave to start a new life. no, his Jedi isn't evil and so Anakin is pretty sure that the Jedi Order was never evil either.

he's only had his freedom for a year or so. it's not been much of life up until then, and it feels like an easy decision to join the Rebellion. he wants something to fight for. he wants to do something meaningful with his life now that it's finally his.

fast forward ten years and he's fairly far up in the ranks of the Rebellion, considering how good of a pilot and mechanic he is. he's got a brain for strategy and he's got a massive amount of luck on his side. It's no wonder that when the Rebel leaders decide that they need the legendary General Obi-Wan Kenobi on their side and back in the game, they tap Anakin to go retrieve him.

Anakin goes. he's never met a Jedi before, apart from his Jedi, and even though this Kenobi guy sounds like a worn-out, retired, old-man Jedi, Anakin thinks it'll be a cool experience. also, orders are orders.

imagine his surprise when the coordinates he's given to find Obi-Wan Kenobi lead him to his home planet. imagine his surprise when he knocks on Obi-Wan Kenobi's door and the very familiar face of his Jedi opens it.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

A million possibilities, a million different deaths, and I just HAD to be the one that's all alone.

[lesbiantahani]

misty quigley, yellowjackets / sue zhao, where to begin / margaux I paul / kaven akbar, calling a wolf a wolf

[blondeaxolotl]

Tired asf today so y'all getting tired flojami doodle

[starmieknight]

AFTERMATH: A Tale of Two Stans (17 Again AU)

Page One, Page Two, Page Three, Page Four

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Panel 1:

Wendy: Dude, you're a certified badass now!

Soos: This is gonna be such an unexpected plot twist for my fanfiction!

Mabel: Wait until I tell Mom and Dad we have an extra Grunkle now!

Dipper: Can we... never do this again?

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Panel 2:

Ford: (thinking) Was Stanley really this small when Pa threw him out?

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Panel 3:

Stan: (thinking) Whats his problem? One punch not enough for today?

[loveinhawkins]

”How do you do it?” Eddie asks.

The question slips out far too late at night, anxiety thrumming in his chest—he’s not escaped the feeling ever since the boathouse, when he simply couldn’t sleep, felt like a fox just waiting for hound dogs to get his scent, ready to run—

Steve doesn’t need him to explain further, as if he can somehow hear a whole lot of what Eddie’s not saying: like when he picked up the phone an hour ago and hadn’t even let Eddie tie himself in knots, had just said, so easily, “I’ll come get you,” like it wasn’t a huge inconvenience, like he’d been the one to call Eddie instead.

He’s considering Eddie from where he lies in bed, leaning on his elbow, and he’s still got the covers off pointedly—and that’s a big thing, Eddie thinks, a big thing he doesn’t know what to do with, because they’ve not talked, not really, not got much beyond the dizzying relief of still being alive.

But even fraught with profound lack of sleep, Eddie doesn’t think he’s misreading the look in Steve’s eyes.

I know, those eyes say, illuminated by the warm light of the bedside lamp. It’s okay, there’s no rush. I’m right here.

Eddie’s never seen that kind of look before. Not towards him.

“Sometimes Robin sleeps over,” Steve says thoughtfully. “And sometimes the kids are around, and they’re so annoying and I get, like, three hours, tops.” He says it with all the fondness in the world. “And sometimes I’m alone, and it’s fine.”

“What about the other times?” Eddie can’t help but whisper.

If it were a reasonable hour maybe he wouldn’t dare to ask at all, but exhaustion’s worn down the filter in his head—at this point it’s practically see-through.

Steve shrugs. “Yeah, they’re shit,” he says with such honesty that Eddie nearly asks it again, how do you do it?

“But then it’s, like, a new day,” Steve says slowly, like he’s carefully weighing up what to say, “and I can… drive.” The pause tells Eddie he means go to someone. “Or, like… call, if it’s really bad.”

Hey, I’m glad you called, man, Steve had said when Eddie got into his car earlier, like they were just going to the movies or something normal—like Eddie wasn’t shaking, forehead pressed against the passenger window.

Eddie feels his throat close up a little. Tries to sniff as quietly as possible.

“Eddie,” Steve says patiently. He moves back in the bed. Gives Eddie space. “C’mere.”

Steve keeps the lamp on which helps; this isn’t the boathouse, Eddie thinks, and the slightest bit of tension leaves his body. Even that feels like a miracle.

He’s just resigning himself to lying there, staring up at the ceiling so at least Steve can get some rest, when Steve turns and catches his eye, still wide awake.

“Tell me about The Lord of the Rings,” Steve says.

The tightness in Eddie’s chest loosens; he laughs in surprise. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Eddie turns so he’s facing Steve properly, attempts a casual shrug, knowing already that it’ll be too rigid. “I don’t know, man. We, uh. We kinda lived through Mordor already.”

His hand twists in the bedsheets, knuckles turning white.

I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never had…

Steve’s hand reaches across, eases Eddie’s grip on the sheets, like he’s saying, neither did I. Just give it a shot.

“The shire, then,” Steve says.

Eddie smiles. “Steve Harrington,” he says, suddenly finding enough lightness to tease; he’s missed it. “Are you asking me for a bedtime story?”

“Nope,” Steve says. “We’re just gonna lie here and talk.”

And they do.

Steve asks questions which works out for the best—Eddie can’t quite remember the last time he read the books. To tell the truth, anything that happened before March often has a kind of fog over it.

He’s sure he’s dropped at least a couple of plot points somewhere along the way, but Steve never once complains that he’s not making sense, just gently prompts Eddie until… until…

“Mm, I know what you’re doing,” Eddie mumbles through a yawn that catches him unawares.

“Oh, do you now?” Steve says, sounding smug. God, Eddie loves him. “Is it working?”

“Maybe.” Eddie says. His eyelids are heavy. “Um.” He yawns again. “Where… where was I?”

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Steve says. It sounds like he’s smiling—Eddie would check, but it’s suddenly impossible to keep his eyes open.

It’s okay, he thinks hazily, melting into sleep without even thinking about it. He can ask Steve in the morning.

There’s no rush.

[whimzycle]

First meetings, awkward greetings.

[snail-speed]

I kept doing more digging around the BlushCrunch server regarding that new rule and it turns out it was implemented because people there can't keep themselves from acting like angry shareholders

So it gave me an idea for the AU-

[hanna-water]

ufffff ich weiß gar nicht wie ich heute Abend schlafen soll. Es gibt so viel worüber ich nachdenken muss, jetzt wo es endlich erste Eindrücke vom Dreh und Infos gibt. 🎉😊

[realtidepod]

he got a bonnar it go boioioing

[diamondpastry]

i once had someone rblog my slop with tags saying something about how good the story was but it could 'do well without the shipping' ... i wish i could respond and say that unfortunately if volo and emmet didnt make out sloppy on a cheap motel we would not have ingo back

[pisshandkerchief]

Long Car Rides From The Passenger Seat Of The Nuclear Desert

Woke up feeling irradiated eyelids swollen shut and gluey eyes tender from the harshness of the glare cracked my aching neck and felt something break my stomach swirls and my skin feels sticky landscape outside my window's burned bleach white and chalky all the colors faded out this one's gonna be a real scorcher. time feels fuzzy here like neon velvet mold in the corner of an old house don't get too close or it'll change you. it clogs my nose and the corners of my eyes I can feel it leaching into my skin. mouth feels dry and parched but there's no water for at least another thousand miles. no people in the houses by the side of the road either at least, no one living. my fingernails are caked with grease and hamburger meat. another 20 miles to the next exit, coming up fast I'm floating, hazy, in and out of my body. I think someone turned the sun up too bright this morning didn't bother fixing it by late afternoon. take a breath and feel the stale air in your lungs. my stomach churns and I think I'm better off if I close my eyes.

[starmieknight]

AFTERMATH: A Tale of Two Stans (17 Again AU)

Start, Page Two, Page Three

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Panel 3:

Wendy: “You guys go on ahead without us. That thing’s too old to hold everyone.”

Soos: “Oh dudes, he’s so dead…”

Panel 4:

Mabel: !

Dipper: “Oh my god, Wendy’s gonna kill him-!”

Panel 5:

Mabel: * hesitates before nodding and giving Wendy a thumbs up* “Try not to do any permanent damage?”

Wendy: “No promises, man.”

Mabel: “I’ll take what I can get…”

Changed the speech bubbles up to try and make it more readable. Not very experienced with them, so I'm trying to learn.

[yashley]

Say something true!