As Someone Who Lives In The US, They’re Not Wrong.

Powerful Women+Classical Elements:

Earth: Grounded, Stable, Focused, Disciplined

Fanfiction is becoming people’s primary form of entertainment right now because most media right now is so cheap, bland, recycled, and sponsored by people who love money more than the source material. Fanfiction is written for free by people who genuinely love what they’re writing about. That’s why it’s better. That’s why it’s more satisfying. Fanfiction is a home-cooked meal made for yourself and for your friends. Media today is junky fast food spoiled by too much grease and the knowledge that the people producing it are being criminally mistreated and underpaid. 

Me, I’m the child.

“my child is fine”

ur child thinks wanda maximoff is a relatable character

I should probably not find Dark Rey that attractive

Hey hey hey! Once again, it’s me. Was wondering if you’d write the young on Melida/daan + eldritch obi-wan? Please and thank you. This universe gives me life :)

War is not meant for children. 

That doesn’t mean it isn't fought by them. When they are the only ones willing to stand against the senseless slaughter and argue for peace. When the children are the only ones that answer the call to end the war that’s silenced them for centuries.

They can’t call for aid, can’t pay for hired guns or supplies or even shelter. 

But the Jedi come and there is hope, and then the Jedi leave again and they are left with a thin boy without the weapon he has learned to use all his life and nothing but a vibroblade to substitute it.

Neild thinks they’ve lost then. Cerasi argues that so long as they breath they can’t be lost. Obi-wan Kenobi smiles with oddly sharp teeth and tells them that sometimes all there is left is hope. And the determination for change.

Runil, the little medic tells them that they can’t lose him with wide eyed wonder and three living breathing children that should be long dead in the ditch they found them in. She tells them that he is the miracle worker they’ve needed with that desperate hope they’ve barely kept alive. 

(The oldest is 10, probably older than Runil herself, Obi-wan won’t explain what he did to save her though she watched him lay a hand on her chest as she choked on blood and quite sobs. Runil is the daughter of two doctors long lost to the war and even she isn’t certain it’s something she could even understand.)

None of them know what to make of the figure he cut’s on the battlefield. Half as tall as any of their enemies and yet the blaster weighs heavy in thin hands and never misses a shot. Neild sees the way he moves, sees the way the world moves with him. Dust and stones hanging in the air around him as he darts for his target with an efficiency Neild can’t begin to understand.

He see’s the way Obi-wan’s head snaps to the side and his hand rises, pulling thin air and jerking Locc off his feet from half the field away as the ground beneath him explodes. The younger boy should be dead, not shaking and bleeding from a dozen cuts. Obi-wan seems to disagree, a snarl on his face as he pulls the boy to him and raises a hand. A dozen mines explode across the field and Neild thinks maybe he was wrong. 

Maybe the war isn’t lost just yet. 

I’m a total sucker for fics where Harry is dark and gets sorted into Slytherin, but I’m also really disappointed with how Ron and Hermione are treated in them

So: dark au where the trio is sorted into Slytherin

Hermione, who wants to use knowledge to change the world

Ron, who wants to finally be free of his family’s shadow

Harry, who wants to be great, to be admired, to be free

The teachers adore quick, clever Granger, but Severus worries when he sees the way she eyes the restricted section, how her mind is filled with deadly recipes and the ways to use them

The purebloods learn not to badmouth the halfbloods, not to bully the muggleborns, because Hermione knows forbidden magic, Hermione knows the untraceable poisons and the painful curses-and Hermione knows how to avoid being caught

No one outside of Slytherin pays attention to Ronald Weasley, so quiet compared to his brothers, and that’s a mistake

Ron casts his first dark spell and the power takes his breath away, Ron sinks into the comfort of blood rituals and makes outlawed sacrifices to forgotten gods

Ron wonders how his family could abandon this happiness in favor of a flickering light

Harry, the chosen one, the special one, the abandoned one

Harry looks at the light, looks at the people that did nothing for him, and dives into the dark

Lockhart dies drinking poison, Snape finds the trio huddled around Peter’s body, the aurors that find Umbridge’s remains vomit, and the Wizarding World doesn’t notice

Voldemort rises and does not face an old man and a group of do gooders

Voldemort rises and faces a witch with a brilliant mind and no taste for mercy, a wizard that delights in bloodshed and manipulates people like he moves chess pieces, and the broken, bloody boy that’s won their loyalty

Voldemort falls

Alex Danvers is completely oblivious to any time someone is flirting with her because she just has that much raw dumbass lesbian energy OR Kara Danvers has no idea what the human idea of normalcy and platonic behavior is and Alex grew up with someone who gives all-night hugs and kisses just to be friendly and on multiple occasions sent platonic nudes just because she thought she looked nice and completely messed up Alex's radar.

I mean, both is always an option…

For Trimberly, prompt list 9, prompt 9, "this isn't my safe space, you are"

Trini sat sideways in the pterodactyl zord seat with Kim stretched out across her in her lap. She wove tight arms around her girlfriend and kissed her forehead softly.

The fight had been terrible. Watching Kim's zord spin down in a fiery blaze when Trini could do nothing but push forward and keep fighting. In the back of her mind, Trini knew Kim would be okay. The zord would protect Kim and keep her safe. But the flames had been huge, red, orange...and pink.

Trini sighed and pressed her face into Kim's neck and held her tighter. She heard Kim's breath hitch and ran her fingers through Kim's hair. "Feeling better yet, Princess?"

"I don't know," Kim murmured. "It's like...I was back there. In our first fight. When we were-" She sucked her lips in.

"The fire," Trini said. She understood. She had the same flashback. The heat, the inability to move, the knowledge of your imminent death... "I've got you, baby, I've got you. You're not there anymore."

"I know," Kim murmured.

"Alpha updated the zords to be more fire-retardent. You were covered in flames, but...you weren't gonna burn."

"I know."

"Yeah, you know, but are you hearing me?" She pressed her lips to Kim's temple. "You're safe. You're safe here. Our zords love us, they protect us...they're our safe space."

Kim curled up more and leaned into Trini's arm. "No," she whispered.

"No?"

"This isn't my safe space, Trin. You are."

"Oh, Kim." Trini held Kim's face in her palm and made Kim look up at her. "You're mine, too. You have been from the moment we met." Kim looked back at Trini with damp, blinking eyes.

"I am?"

"You don't know that by now?" Trini smiled slowly. "I only feel like the real me when I'm with you. When I talk to you. When I text you. We've been Rangers, what, four and a half years now? That's four and a half years of feeling the safest I've ever felt."

"Me too," Kim whispered.

Trini's hand moved and her fingers ran the scope of Kim's jaw and to her chin, which she lifted up and leaned down to kiss her lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Kim said, initiating a longer kiss. They broke, mouths still parted, and sighed into one another. "I like being in here with you. It's the most peace I've ever felt."

"We can stay here as long as you need."

"Just keep holding me," Kim said softly. "And keep kissing me."

"My pleasure," Trini said, a smile on her face as she took Kim's lips with her own again.

Daisy Ridley behind the scenes of Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

57. Petunia Evans never really hated her sister, she was devastated when the news came of her death. She remembers crying over little Harry, clutching him tight to her chest as she read the letter Dumbledore left for her. It was only when Vernon came down that she pretended she hated Harry, the truth was that she loved him so much, she would leave food for him in the cupboard and taught him how to cook safely while Vernon was away. Harry actually grew up loved, Petunia loved him and Harry knew that he had to keep it a secret, out of fear of what Vernon would do to his favourite Aunt Petunia.