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Went shopping the other day and acquired a ton of new Star Wars stuff :3

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I know a lot of people have aus where the Skywalker’s live on Naboo and everything turns out fine but does anyone want to hear my ideas for mine? (Warning it includes SkySolo, but I may work on another version with dinluke because I ship both)

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jax had some amazing expressions in the newest episode, i just had to draw them

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In every context

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THUNDERBOLTS* (2025) dir. Jake Schreier

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anne shirley & gilbert blythe 🤍

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Bob: Guys, I don’t know if I told you this, but I had a horrible childhood.

Ava: We know.

Bob: You do?

Yelena: Yes. It’s the way you stand.

Bob: The way I stand?

Walker: No one who had a great childhood stands like that.

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He is my favourite. Pls watch KPDH it's beautiful

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Where I've Been, Why I've Been Gone and a New Era for This Account

Hi y'all! It's been a minute since I've been logged into this account so I'm just going to reintroduce myself first and let you all know where I've been. Strap in because this will be a bit of a long one.

You've known me on here as Moony, then Milo but my real name is Spencer and I've been running this blog since I was 16 years old. It started with writing silly Hamilton imagines/reader inserts and evolved into so many fandoms. Over the 8 years I've been running this account I have amassed a huge following for my writing abilities and my focus on creating a fandom space that encourages diversity in all walks of life, allowing people of all races, sexualities, genders and disabilities to find a safe space to experience care and affection from the fictional characters they love most.

As many of you know, around four years ago I got accepted into a creative writing degree program and I've been working on it extensively, cutting into the time that I had to do this hobby. As a result, I haven't been very active for a while and during this time I realized that I no longer enjoyed writing for this blog in the capacity i had been. There was a pressure building on me to create things, expectations and it no longer felt like a fun hobby but more of a chore.

This year I logged out and decided to renew my passion with engaging and being apart of fandom again without those pressures and came to the conclusion that I no longer wish to continue this blog the way I have been (ie writing reader inserts).

So. Changes are being made to the blog. What does this mean for the future?

The masterlist and all my old works will remain up, and I will leave the link to them in my pinned introduction post for easy finding

All of my 'milo's rambles' tag posts have been changed to 'spence rambles', from here on out I will be using the name Spencer/Spence.

This blog will just be a place for me to post what I enjoy, and for you all to hear thoughts from me, whether that be old favourite fandoms I have posted for years (Disney, Jurassic Park, Dreamworks, Marvel, etc) or new ones I'm discovering (Star Wars, KPop Demon Hunters, The Amazing Digital Circus, etc)

My side blogs will remain up for a while while I decide what to do with them, particularly @fantastical-and-magical , @neils-weenie-whistle and @voxs-trophy-husband as a lot of their content will now be featured on this blog instead.

And if you're itching to read my writing, I still write for ao3. Mostly canon stuff but I sneak a good reader insert in every once in a while it is my roots after all. If you're interested in reading that, click HERE.

And occasionally I might write something small or headcanons for this if I get the muse. I think I've earned retirement. I've always dreamed of turning this blog into a blog for just sharing my love of things when I was no longer interested in writing for it anymore and now is that time.

I hope you stick around and enjoy getting to know me!

And as always my dms and inbox are wide open for anything fandom related.

Feels good to be home!

Spence

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I Don't Believe This (Bernard the Elf x Reader)

Originally Posted on Wattpad December 1st 2018 Summary: (Y/n) is having trouble believing in the magic of Christmas as they begin to grow older. Luckily there's someone there to remind them what it's all about. [Non Gender specific pronouns]

December was fast approaching and you found yourself facing the same dilemma you faced every year. Was Santa real and more importantly, what was the point in celebrating Christmas?

As a child you'd been such a big fan of Christmas and the presents and the songs, but now that you were a teenager, the magic had kind of been sucked out of it for you. Your parents had long since dropped the "Santa isn't real" bomb on you and after getting over the initial hurt, you had no desire to celebrate Christmas as a big festive celebration anymore.

While your family still set up the tree and watched movies and decorated gingerbread houses with your little siblings, you sat upstairs, eating leftover Halloween candy. Loud laughter drifted up the staircase and you sighed.

"Sounds like they're having fun." A voice cut through your musings and you jumped. There wasn't supposed to be anyone else in your room. You looked up, heart racing. A guy stood there, looking at one of the many action figures sitting on your dresser.

"What are you doing in my room? Who are you?" You hissed, clambering to your feet.

He looked up, dark brown eyes twinkling slightly. "Funny you don't remember me, (Y/n)."

You looked at him. His hair and clothing were ridiculous, almost like some strange clown without facepaint. You would've remembered someone wearing this getup, you were sure of it.

"No I don't remember you... But you still haven't answered my question, why are you in my room?" You snapped and he grinned, shrugging.

"I don't know. Why are you in your room?" He asked. You opened your mouth to respond when all of a sudden a memory came back to you.

A small (Y/n) took a present from a tall elf, grinning up at him. "Thanks, Bernard!" You grinned, rippingat the wrapping paper. Your parents had leftyou with a babysitter for Christmas again. It was evidenced by this fact that they hadn't really wanted a child so early into their marriage, they hadn't even set up a Christmas tree or bought presents. Thankfully, Santa hadn't forgotten about you even if he couldn't be bothered to come himself.

The truth was Santa had no clue you were even there. Bernard had taken it upon himself to deliver the present directlyto you every year. "No problem, kiddo. Merry Christmas, (Y/n)."

Since you'd moved homes and your little siblings had been born, Bernard hadn't visited once. It'd been years since you'd seen him, no wonder you'd forgotten. The elf reached into his bag. "I, um, I have a present for you. I lost you in all the moving confusion.. and then by the time I'd found you again I thought it was too late but... Someone.. Someone up at the North Pole convinced me to give you another try."

He held a wrapped box out to you. "I don't believe this is happening.." You muttered and he grinned, gesturing to the box again. You took it, placing it on the bed.

Instead of opening it like you would've as a child, you rushed forward to hug the elf. "Thank you, Bernard.." "So you do remember after all, hm? Merry Christmas, (Y/n)."

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Yule Ball (Luna Lovegood x Reader)

Originally Posted On Wattpad September 24 2017 Summary: Reader asks Luna Lovegood out to the Yule Ball.

"Here we go. Be strong, (Y/N)." You thought to yourself as you stepped into the library, palms sweating.

The Yule Ball was coming up and you had been delaying asking your crush for weeks hoping she might get asked by someone else, even if it would fill you with disappointment. She, of course, didn't.  You'd been stealing yourself up all day to ask her out.

You watched her, sitting at one of the tables, nose deep in a magazine which could only be the Quibbler, her dad's magazine and basically her favourite thing to read. She loved it so much it'd even inspired you to read it. You took a deep breath and approached her table, sitting across from her.

"H-Hi Luna." You inwardly cringed at your stutter but she simply looked from her magazine and smiled a dreamy look in her eyes that took your breath away.

"Hello, (Y/N). You're not here often." She noted and you laughed nervously.

"Yeah, um, well I actually came here to talk to you." You scratched the back of your neck, embarrassed but Luna seemed to like this idea and her face lit up slightly.

"Oh! Well then, please go on."

You swallowed nervously. What if she turned you down? What if she wasn't into you? What if she thought you were annoying or ugly? You looked up at her encouraging smile, her eyes filled with curiosity. Well here goes nothing...

"Luna, I was wondering, you know the Yule Ball is coming up and I'm not going with anyone and I really like you and I'm pretty sure you're not going with anyone yet so, um, would you like to come to the Yule Ball with me?" You could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest.

Luna regarded you as if she expected you to laugh or something similar. When you didn't, a hesitant smile replaced her nervous expression.

"I'm flattered, (Y/N). I'd love to go to the Yule Ball with you." She smiled and your eyes widened. Had she really just said yes!? This was probably the best moment of your life. You thanked her (probably more than once) and told her the details before rushing  off to tell your friends.

~

You met Luna next week outside the Great Hall. She looked stunning in your opinion. She was wearing her radish earrings, which you thought was adorable and she wore a cute blue dress. It matches her eyes, you thought with a smile as you held your arm for her. She took it with a sweet smile.

As you danced, Luna leaned on your chest.

"Thanks for asking me out. I was just planning on sitting in and reading the Quibbler all night." Luna spoke gently and you shook your head.

"I can't believe no one else asked you. I was so lucky." You smiled, spinning her around. She smiled airily back.

"No one would ask Loony Lovegood to the Yule Ball." She replied and you sighed and shook your head.

"I wish they'd stop calling you that. It's so unoriginal. Couldn't they have at least tried?" You snorted. Luna shook her head as the music began to slow down and come to an end.

"Ready to head back to your dorm?" You asked and she nodded smiling.

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You stood outside Ravenclaw tower, holding Luna's hands.

"Well this was fun.. I, uh, hope we can do it again sometime..." You awkwardly stated and Luna smiled shyly.

"Yes, me too. I had a lot of fun." She stood on her tiptoes and pecked your lips ever so gently then, blushing, hurried up into the tower. You raised your fingers to your lips, surprised before smiling.

She certainly was something, that Luna Lovegood.

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House Arrest (Bernard x Reader)

Originally Posted On Wattpad November 25, 2017 Summary: Takes place during The Santa Clause 2. Bernard is placed under house arrest and you pay him a little visit

You were probably the most clumsiest elf in the whole North Pole. Not to mention, mostly everyone knew you almost had as short a temper as the head elf himself, Bernard. So when "Santa" decided it was time to "follow the rules" and give all the kids coal, you were furious.

"That's ridiculous. You're ridiculous!" You cried and everyone, even Bernard, stared at you. You glared at the fake Santa.

"You know what's ridiculous? These kids deserving toys!" He snapped back and ordered his giant toy soldiers to capture you. Bernard immediately stepped up.

"WAIT! He's not the real Santa guys! He's a fake! He's just plastic!!!!" The head elf called waving his arms around like a lunatic. You turned surprised. The soldiers were ordered to grab Bernard instead. You watched as they grabbed your Head Elf and walked off.

You turned menacingly to Toy Santa.

"HE WAS OUR HEAD ELF!!" You cried in horror and Toy Santa snorted.

"We don't need a Head Elf, silly girl. And unless you want to end up like him I'd curb your temper." He instructed which made you even more furious. How dare he?

The rest of the day was spent working on coal. Who knew making lumps of coal could be more work than making toys? You certainly hadn't. You worried about Bernard, who apparently had been put on house arrest. How was he doing all alone in his house? Was he lonely? Bored? Angry? Your mind slipped and as a result you dropped the lump of coal you were working on and it rolled across the floor causing another elf to trip over it and fall into another elf which soon ended up being elf dominoes. You immediately went red as a not so happy Toy Santa approached you.

"Nice going, Nimble fingers. Now look what you've done.. Take the rest of the night off. I don't care where you go just don't come back here." The "man" insisted and you dropped your tools. Tears formed in your eyes, as you raced out of the workshop.

That's not Santa... Santa would never say those things... You tried to comfort yourself but it didn't work. You knew you were clumsy but you had never done something like this before. Wait. Why were you crying? You wiped your eyes.

"This is stupid. He's not even Santa. He has no right to boss me around." You declared to the wintery night. "Maybe I'll visit Bernard and see how he's doing."

You walked across the town to what you knew was the Head Elf's home. You had never been here before but you had seen Bernard, Curtis, Santa and many other elves walk in and out constantly. You had never worked up the nerve to talk to Bernard much less go to his house.. Your silly schoolgirl crush always got the best of you. You approached the door, eyeing the toy soldiers stationed on either side. They didn't bother you so you hesitantly knocked.

The door was pulled open just a crack and half of Bernard's face could be seen through the crack. You gave him a weak smile and he hesitantly opened the door a bit more.

"Uh, (Y/N) hi uh what're you doing here... Shouldn't you be making coal for... Santa?" He choked out the word Santa and you winced.

"No, um, he kicked me out because I... I knocked a bunch of elves over." You blushed as you recounted the events and Bernard laughed heartily. He was used to your antics.

"Oh! I should've invited you in, pardon my awful manners." He moved over to allow you entrance to his home. You stepped in and he closed the door quickly behind you.

"I'm sorry he kicked you out." Bernard stated awkwardly and you shrugged.

"Where is the real Santa, Bernard?" You asked him, changing the subject and Bernard went red.

"Well uh you see Santa had business with Charlie to attend to and he, uh, well the Toy Santa was Curtis' idea. I told them it was a bad idea but they never listen!!" Bernard rambled and you giggled. He stopped and turned to look at you.

"What?" He asked, noticing your giggling.

"You. It's not as hard to talk to attractive elves as I thought." You replied honestly and Bernard opened his mouth to reply, then closed it not knowing how to reply. He stood there for a few moments, speechless.

"You... You think I'm attractive? Like... Good looking?" He asked, bewildered and you shrugged.

"Uh.. Yeah. I think you're a nice looking elf. I used to stare at you and that's why I never met my daily quota of toys and oh my god I just said all that to you!!! Bernard, I mean, I'm not a stalker I just-" Bernard laughed. You tilted your head to the side in confusion and he chuckled.

"You're cute when you're confused." He stated. You took a moment to assess what he said and then looked at him with wide eyes. You pointed to yourself.

"Me. You're calling me... Cute?" You asked shocked and Bernard looked confused.

"Um yes? Is that bad? Or...?" He trailed off and you laughed.

"No Bernard it's just... I've never been called cute before." You explained quickly and Bernard seemed to relax, knowing what he said hadn't made you angry.

You and Bernard stood quietly for a while until the door was yanked open by some random elf.

"Bernard! (Y/N)! Come quick, Santa's back!" The girl called and you turned to Bernard a big grin on your face. Bernard ran out the door followed by you. A bunch of other elves were running too... And then you had lost Bernard.

You stood near the back of the group of elves as you watched Santa go and catch Toy Santa. Then, Bernard ordered everyone outside and that's when the attack against the toy soldiers began. You didn't join in.

I'd just trip over my shoes and embarrass myself if I tried, you thought. A hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned and there was Bernard.

"Hey.. Why aren't you joining in?" He asked smiling gently. You shrugged.

"Not the fighting type... Plus I'd end up tripping over myself. I'm not that graceful." You explained and Bernard nodded in understanding. The two of you stood silently and watched the other elves fight as Santa and Toy Santa came hurling to the ground.

While Toy Santa was being taken care of, Bernard turned to you.

"This is the part where in the workshop Santa, or Scott, will propose to Carol in the workshop. If she says yes, he gets to stay Santa Clause. If not, then we get a new Santa I guess." Bernard explained as the two of you stared at the workshop.

"Are we going to go watch?" You asked curiously and Bernard shrugged.

"I mean we could... But I have a better way to spend our time." Bernard replied with smiling and you tilted your head to the side, confused. Bernard took your hand into his, pulling you a bit closer.

"You're cute when your confused." He whispered and then he closed the gap between you two, pressing his lips to yours. You were surprised at first but wrapped your arms around his neck as his found your waist. When the two of you pulled away for air, you giggled, running your hands along his face.

"I guess it's truly isn't that hard to talk to attractive people... Or kiss them." You added and he laughed.

"You're attractive too you know." He replied nuzzling his head into your hair and you laughed.

"Prove it."

"Ok but don't say I didn't warn you!"

He then proceeded to drag you back to his home where... Love making happened. THE END!

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God of Turtles (Bernard x Reader)

Originally Posted On Wattpad December 18th 2016 Summary: Bernard the Elf (from Santa Clause) X Reader Something random me and a few friends came up with. Might write more for Bernard if I feel inspired.

It was Christmas Eve and you were all alone in the North Pole. You were a researcher and you had been studying the North Pole for quite some time. You were lost now. You had wandered too far from the research station and ended up in a endless snowy desert. You wished you could've gone home for Christmas, You missed your family and your friends. The wind was picking up a bit and you shivered. The more time you spent out here the more you felt the bitter cold eating away at your skin. You let out another exhausted sigh wishing you could at least be back at the research station curled up alone with a Christmas movie. Just then, your legs gave out under you and you collapsed onto the snowy ground. Not caring if you lived or died, just being thoroughly exhausted, you closed your eyes and let sleep overtake you.

~Timeskip to you waking up~

Your eyelids slowly opened and you found yourself in a nice looking unfamiliar room. Remembering what had happened you wondered where you were and who had found you. You sat up quickly, but a voice from beside you warned you not to.

"You should really rest.... You were pretty frost bitten... I'm surprised you aren't.." He cut himself off and you looked at him curiously. He was a bit shorter than you, but you had always been a rather short person. He had nice brown eyes, pointy ears and his hair and clothes were really weird. You smiled tilting your head.

"Thanks for rescuing me.. I'm (Y/N)." You told him, wondering who he was. He smiled.

"No problem. I am Bernard. I'm an elf here at the workshop." He explained and you looked at him confused.

"W-workshop?" You asked and he chuckled. Standing up he approached the side of your bed.

"This is Santas workshop, my dear. And when you're feeling better maybe I'll show you around." He suggested as your eyes widened as big as saucers. Santa's Workshop? Wow... You nodded up at him eagerly and he chuckled.

"Get some sleep kiddo." He instructed and you immediately did as you were told falling into the bed and closing your eyes.

~Timeskip to a week later~

It had been a week since you met Bernard and since then you had met Santa himself and all his reindeer and other elves. You liked to hang around and follow Bernard. Bernard acted annoyed but you secretly thought he liked the attention. The two of you seemed to be really close. So when Bernard approached you as you were petting the reindeer, you thought nothing of it.

"(Y/N) I need to show you something important..." He trailed off and you smiled gesturing for him to lead the way. He led you out of the workshop and across Santa's village to where you had seen his house before. He stopped at the doorway.

"Don't think I'm weird for this okay...?" He asked and you nodded kindly. How could you think anything sweet Bernard did was weird? He opened the door and you two walked in greeted by a bunch of turtles (all the turtles looked and stood and talked like Franklin).

"I'm their God." Bernard spoke up and you raised your eyebrow.

"Their God?" You snorted and he blushed.

"You think it's weird don't you?" He asked looking away. Immediately your expression softened.

"No. I think it's adorable." You said and he looked up at you surprised still blushing.

At that moment, the turtles began to sing:

"There you see her, Sitting there across the way, Possible she wants you to, There is one way to ask her.

Don't take no words, Not a single word, Go on and Kiss the Girl."

You and Bernard blushed as the turtles sang. You felt a warmth in your stomach. Bernard took a deep breath and he went in, kissing you. You kissed back with passion and the two of you shared the kiss as the turtles, in the shape of a heart, sang "aaaah".

You pulled away and pressed your forehead to his. This was love.

~Timeskip to a year later~

You and Bernard stood across from each other at your wedding, a turtle named Dion was the priest. A turtle named Gary was the best man and one named Misty was the Bridesmaid. In the audience sat more turtles, your family, Santa, Charlie, Curtis and more elves.

"You may now kiss the bride!" Dion announced and Bernard leaned in kissing you for the first time as a married couple.

After the reception, Bernard turned to you.

"Want me to show you my magical reindeer now?" He asked winking and you giggled.

"I will ride it all night long baby." And the two lived happily ever after.

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Porting some old stories from my Wattpad here so that I can delete my Wattpad account.

If you see me spamming some fics from fandoms i dont really write for much anymore just know thats whats up

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I was once a 15-year-old girl who vented in her notes app at two AM, crying and debilitated by the thought that people would hate on her for writing Varigo (which, despite it’s popularity and not technically existing at the same time, was once and maybe still is, hated on).

That girl hated herself so much and couldn’t stand her ground because of the potential for hate and claims on her character—that if someone hated on what I was doing, hated me, they were right. But I wish I could tell her she’ll learn to disregard it. If someone doesn’t like what you’re doing, it’s because you are a reflection of them and they don’t want to see it.

Despite being a silly fandom thing, it really represented the insecurity that lived inside of me at one point in my life. Those fics never got written, they probably never will. That girl never shared her creativity because she was controlled by insecurity and hatred from herself and those around her.

I just wish I could hug and tell her that in a few years she would accept who she is; because who she is good and worthy. I’ve grown as a person since then, obviously, I was a kid, but I’m still writing fanfiction, in niche fandoms, loving music, dreaming of being an author, doing things that some people might deem silly or cringe.

But to that girl, and to anyone who is or has been there, just by doing the things you love—no matter how people perceive them—you’re promoting a level of authenticity most people only dream of. How many people hide their interests out of shame? So, so many, I definitely have. If you think you’re a lesser person because you engage in fandom, or any “stilly” interest, know that you’re a strong person that can move in a way of authentic expression, and that’s powerful.

The journey to self acceptance, and eventually self love, comes with understanding that being who you are takes more strength than changing for other people.

And to that girl, you will reach the point that you can disregard the nay-sayers, because you love what you’re doing and creating, which makes it worth it.

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I’m Canadian and the election results are deeply saddening to me as this will not only affect my own politics but people I am very close with. It’s ok to feel hopeless and sad but remember that you need to survive, to help others and be kind. It’s more important than ever to stand together strong and united.

I will be taking a mental health day away from social media and I implore you all to do the same.

The war isn’t over just because we lost the battle. The fight for equality and fair rights for everyone never stops.

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also, polling places aren’t opening the whole day tomorrow. make sure you know when your polling places close and open.