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CARRIE FISHER behind the scenes of the STAR WARS SEQUEL TRILOGY

What is your dad’s weird hyperfixation??? They all have one

Ooh, I see fever prompts! Sickfics are my jam because I always think of the times I got sick and I know how it feels to have high fevers (seriously, they suck) and sore throats among other things, so the sympathy runs high, I love seeing the hurt/comfort that can come out of them, and I’m just rambling now!

Prompt: “ let me feel your forehead. ” with, once again, anyone you feel like writing for because I love them all? Thanks in advance! ❤️

of course!! thank you for the prompt!! // from these prompts 

Obi-Wan had a feeling something was wrong with Anakin, but it was difficult to actually catch him when he seemed so intent on being anywhere Obi-Wan wasn’t.

But now Obi-Wan heard the clatter of too many things falling, followed by a series of mumbled apologies, and Obi-Wan knew that this was the time to finally corner his former apprentice. Anakin could argue with him later.

Obi-Wan walked forward, finding Anakin clumsily shoving tools back into drawers. They weren’t even going in the right places, and while Obi-Wan knew that Anakin was never one to be completely organized, he knew that Anakin at least attempted to keep at least similar tools in the same place—now, Anakin just dumped everything into a single drawer.

“You’re going to regret that later,” Obi-Wan commented.

Anakin turned around—well, almost turned around. More of the tools went scattering back to the ground.

“Great,” Anakin muttered. He got down on his knees, started picking them off the ground.

Obi-Wan knelt down next to Anakin, ignoring how Anakin scooted backwards.

That didn’t matter too much—Obi-Wan still caught the slight flush in Anakin’s cheeks, the thin sheen of sweat on his face. The slightest tremble in his hands.

Together, they put the tools back in the drawers. When Anakin wasn’t looking, Obi-Wan shifted some of them into places he knew Anakin would have usually put them.

They were almost finished when Anakin suddenly staggered, one hand on top of the drawers to steady himself. He was breathing hard, but when Obi-Wan turned to him, Anakin was already pushing himself away.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said quietly. “You should get some rest.”

“I’m fine,” Anakin said. He was already sitting back down by the starfighter. “Don’t you have a meeting to go to?”

“Haven’t you said that before?” Obi-Wan asked. He sat down next to Anakin and gestured. “Let me feel your forehead.”

“I’m not—” Anakin started to squirm away, but Obi-Wan had already pushed his hand up to Anakin’s forehead. As he’d suspected, Anakin’s face was too warm, and even though Obi-Wan knew Anakin hadn’t meant to, his former apprentice still relaxed under the sudden touch.

Obi-Wan smiled briefly. “I thought so.”

“Know-it-all,” Anakin muttered, but he didn’t move away.

“Only when it’s in your best interest,” Obi-Wan replied. He stood up, offering Anakin a hand. “Come now.”

Anakin hesitated.

He took Obi-Wan’s hand, and the two of them walked out of the hanger.

“You’re Not a Good Writer.”

I once received a DM comprised of just that sentence. Nothing else. No constructive criticism or any reason as to why this person clearly agreed with my own view of myself.

For someone who has never told anyone in their real life that they write anything, reading something like this from an anonymous user only solidified in my mind the fact that this person was right.

I’m not a good writer.

After an embarrassing amount of minutes passed, in which I thought about deleting every story I ever posted, I decided to delete the message instead. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean I could delete the feelings it caused or change the fact that I’m not a good writer.

Two weeks went by and I didn’t write anything, let alone post. Then I received a comment on a story I had posted three years prior, one I’d written after a death in our family. The comment read, “Thank you for sharing this heartfelt story. I really needed this. I just lost my mom and this really got me today.”

I stopped thinking about being a good writer after that. I thought instead, “what if I had deleted my stories and that one person three years later hadn’t read it that day?”

Here’s what I realized: no one is a good writer.

Good means to be approved of, but stories aren’t created from approval. They’re built from life experiences, feelings, and emotions Therefore, the impact of anyone’s story isn’t good or bad. It’s a million other things.

Heartfelt.

Sad.

Funny.

Inspiring.

Romantic.

So to all the story writers out there, hold your head up, write what is in your heart, and never doubt that there isn’t at least one person out there that needs to read your story.

So, no.

We’re not good writers, but why would we want to be?

reminder that Sam Wilson

is still helping catch bad guys

can speak Arabic???? HELLO??????

is saving people's lives

when he sees things are going south at home, steps in to help

sent bucky texts probably to check in on him

has the time to be fucking hilarious during an intense fight

gave up the shield because he didn't feel worthy of it even though everything about him screams otherwise

has a lovely relationship with his nephews

handles disrespect gracefully even though he had every right to punch that fucker in the face

talks to redwing. like doesn't remote control him, he legitimately talks to him

ALSO HE FIXES REDWING. TECHNOLOGICAL GENIUS

okay, i did it again: find out which extremely soft tcw moment you are

Thinking about the countless times art and music and cinema and literature have saved and comforted me during difficult times i really owe my happiness to everyone dedicated to their craft

Time has an interactive feature to discover what your name would be if you were born today, based on popularity of your birth year vs. now.

My name would be Mylah. With all apologies to anyone named Mylah, I am now very happy to be named not Mylah.

we need shows to go back to 22 episode seasons just so they can get filler episodes in again. sometimes you just need episodes like that as a breather, where not everything is life and death and idk they just play baseball