In This Moment I Live For An Obi-Wan And Maul Friendship.

Rebels Thrawn: British Museum of Art

Books Thrawn: Refuses to take art even when it's offered to him.

@rosheendubh I wish I knew how to organize. The best I can do is separate the text into three segments: beginning, middle, conclusion. Than separate those segments into scenes, like you would see in a movie. Then black out while writing because I honestly have no idea how to coherently organize in a way that makes sense outside of my own brain. It's like the guy from Sherlock with the thousands of papers and red string in here.

Imagine Thrawn being cast into the Unknown Regions with Ezra

Imagine Thrawn being found and rescued by the Chiss

Imagine Thrawn being taken back to the Acendancy and his home

Don't imagine Thrawn being taken in front of the Syndicure

Don't imagine them debating whether he should be accepted back into their society or returned to exile

Don't imagine Ba'kif and Ar'alani standing to the side knowing there is nothing they can do

Don't imagine the Syndicure nearly ruling against him

Don't imagine Thrawn standing up and speaking for the first time against them

Don't imagine him shouting at them that he has given his life for the Acendancy

Don't imagine him telling them that though he was ruled by the Empire his actions were for the benefit of the Chiss

Don't imagine Mitth'raw'nuruodo losing his composure

Don't imagine him screaming at his Patriarch

Don't imagine him calling himself a servant of the Chiss

Don't imagine him saying "I only want to come home"

Don't imagine the Syndicure stripping him of his titles

Don't imagine them turning him over to the Mitth

Instead imagine him returning home to his family and being granted a place in the Expansionary Defence Force

I've been imaging this all day...seeing it written out made me cry.

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“Thalias,” Thrawn rasped, after a while. “Samakro. It’s nice to see you again.”

The shorter Chiss opened her mouth to reply in kind, but her companion was faster.

“Oh, really?” he sniped, lip curling in obvious disdain, sunlight glancing off of his piercings. “I didn’t think we committed enough war crimes for you to feel truly at home here, isn’t that why you fucked off to Lesser space?”

“Samakro!” the shorter Chiss - Thalias - hissed, elbowing her unrepentant companion.

“Can you not give him a break for five minutes? He’s been- crawling about the wilderness, for who knows how long, and-”

“I don’t know, Thalias, did he give the literal war crimes a fucking break at any point over the last few years?”

“I-” Thalias trailed off, biting her lip. “Look, you have a point, but just- lay off for a moment, please.”

“Fine,” Samakro growled. “A moment. Then he gets what’s been coming ever since he decided rampant war crimes were in. Fuck, I knew he was- unorthodox, but this- what he’s done, Thalias? It’s unforgivable. It’s fucking unforgivable.”

“I know,” Thalias said, soft as ever. “But- please. Not now.”

“Fine. But only-” and that was directed at Thrawn, moreso than Thalias- “because you asked. Because, fuck that guy.”

Ezra blinked at Samakro, and glanced back at Thrawn, whose face was as pinched as he’d ever seen it, and he suddenly became acutely aware that Thrawn was- upset?

No, that wasn’t quite right, he was hurting. Who were these two people, this Samakro, this Thalias, that Thrawn held their opinions in such high regard?

Yeah, young Thurfian is really selfish. Patriarch Thurfian is more laid back and a giver, he would do it for his girl.

Now does he has any game ? 🤭

Wether Syndic or Patriarch do you think he found success with women ?

Oh definitely. If only for the fact that he's powerful, more than a few women have found their ways into his bedchambers.

But personally I believe that even if at first glance he seems unlikely to flirt, maybe even prudish, he is extremely charismatic.

Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back :) Now let the hugging begin! 💙💙✨

And you get a hug 🤗

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I'm glad I could be of service.

I just finished watching Transformers Prime (haven't watch the movie yet) and...when Bumblebee killed Megatron my heart just dropped, and I think that Optimus's did too. When it just panned over to him with his wide optics as he watched the light go out of Megatron's...I saw a glimpse of Orion there.

And with all honesty, I don't believe that he will be able to live without him. Megatron was his mission, in the beginning the war, before it was even a war, Megatronus was there, they fought together, they were brothers. Then the betrayal came and it became about saving his friend and his planet. Eventually Optimus started to just seek revenge, for his brother and for his home. But at the end, I think that Optimus still had hope that he could save him. He wanted to save Megatron. And that chance was taken away from him.

And for the past 4 million years! Optimus' every waking moment has been consumed by Megatron. How would he live once the mission was over? Who would he be? I don't think he's ready to find the answer to that, and I don't think he'll survive to find out. I don't think he can.

Thrawn Dances

The Mitth are cold, stoic, and calm. They exude power and control, as emotionless as the ice flats of Csilla. They are stark uniforms, and blazing suns. Intense and they demand perfection. They are from the heart of the Acendancy, and often they consider themselves to be it's center. As one of the Nine they groom their young since birth, or adoption, to be the perfect example of what a Chiss should be: powerful, fearless, an unmovable pillar in the storm. And they certainly don't dance. Not unless the occasion permitted a sharp two step, two persons, arms poised to the side, one two three four, one two three four. It was controlled, it was routine.

The Kivu were different. Further from the core, the family hadn't even existed during the days of old. Small and humble, many would overlook the family. Rentor, a backwater planet, incapable of producing anything of cultural significance. Or so the greater families thought. And true, they were small and humble, living their lives away in small farming areas, preferring not to get mixed up in the political slights of the larger families. And to the outside world they would appear just as any other Chiss family might. But they danced.

Oh, they danced. And not the stiff steps of the higher Mitth, no it was light and jovial, underneath their planet's moon, their arms raised above them, swaying with the wind. Necklaces and bracelets of scales rattled on their bodies, and shook as they thumped their bare feet against the ground. Long skirts and dresses flared out as their wearers twirled and jumped. Streaks and flashes of colour, from scarves and hats, jewelry and shoes came from every direction. Men and women, children and adults, all joined in in the dance. Shaking their instruments and rattling their jewels. Each to their own beat, each expressing their own story and song. Each making their own art.

You could learn a lot about someone from watching them make art.

Their dance was embeded in their hearts, even years after being conditioned into the ways of the higher families, it would remain. Small scars on one's ears, lips, nose. One's steps a bit too light, a rhythm to their run, twirling batons with grace, treating the dojo as a dance floor.

Who would say anything if they saw through the cracks in a warships' doors, a young man swaying to his own song?

Side Note To Fan Fic Authors

Here’s the thing.

I read a lot of scripts.  A lot.  From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies.  Features and pilots.  Specs and treatments.

And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff.  It’s more inspired.  It’s more compelling.  It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt.  It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful.  It’s smart and thoughtful and good.  It’s novel-quality.  Better than, sometimes.

Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job.  This is what they do on the side.  In their spare time.  For free.

So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good.  You’re good writers and great storytellers.  I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do.  And  because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies.  You’re better than that.  So be better than that.  If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it.   You’ve already started.

And you’re more talented than you might think.

May the 4th be with you! Or in other words, HAPPY STAR WARS DAY!!!

Tried to get in as many of my Jedi/Light Side Force sensitive favs as I could. From top to bottom: (Prequels/Clone Wars) Yoda, Mace Windu, Kit Fisto, Plo Koon, Adi Gallia, Depa Billaba, Luminara Unduli, Barriss Offee, Quinlan Vos, Aayla Secura, Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, (Rebels) Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger, (Original Trilogy) Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, (TFA) Finn, and Rey.

Also, condensed version I made for Twitter:

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