rebellions are built on hope ♡

princess leia’s #1 defender ⋆˙⟡ sabédala, obitine and scoundress anti anidala 🫰 #staymad writer 💌

[shattered-sky]

Clay Beresford 🌹

[rockifresa]

Hayden at Spacecon San Antonio. FB: Pioneer Signings

[amber-wavess]

he’s so pretty omg I can’t believe it’s been a week since I met him 💔

[akaahsokatano]

maul @ satine and obi wan

[heyhoneyfox]

Maladaptive daydreaming as a child was like "what if I was in the digimon universe" and now it's like "what if someone genuinely loved me even though I'm flawed"

[goatedgreen]

i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[rottengrove]

okay so, my little ramble about relationships and sex that i've been really wanting to write, because i feel like i need to get all these thoughts out... it's gonna be messy and all over the place, but i genuinely need to put this down, because it also ties into me and my writing!

i see so much hate online, and i get where it's all coming from, but i believe women should support each other and treat one another with more understanding, 'cause we go through such similar experiences. it makes me incredibly sad to see girls who love soft vanilla sex get called boring, told they're missing out, getting put down for it. it makes me sad when girls with extreme kinks involving rough sex & cnc get attacked, 'cause there are always roots to it, and very often, it stems from conscious or even unconscious trauma, it's often the aftermath of something, and even if it's just a personal preference of a girl who's had no traumatic experiences at all - as long as no one is being dragged into it against their will, please, just leave them alone. it's disgusting seeing insults and attempts to lift some girls up by putting others down: short girls are gross, tall girls are better, or tall girls are gross, short girls are better, or even worse when petite girls get called pedo bait? as if a petite girl can do anything about her own physiology? it's horrible. discussions about breast shape or labia shape as if one type is better than another, and once again, praise through humiliation? i saw a really good post somewhere that said it doesn't matter what you look like, what you wear, or how you act - you'll still be objectified and sexualized!

shaming women for all sorts of things is everywhere, but the main problem is that the more shame there is -the harder it is to break out of the vicious cycle. an impressionable girl who loves gentle soft sex might start looking for problems where there are none, trying to 'experiment' and go against her own nature, and that's awful. that's violence against yourself. a girl who loves roughness and has taboo kinks already knows without your reminders that it's all gross and vile - i'm saying this as that kind of girl, i know all of that without anyone pointing it out, and endless shame is so hard to shake off, and shame inevitably leads to more intense practices, the very ones that shame was born from. i believe that yes, girls need to be warned that men can take advantage of you regardless of your looks, your personality, your sexual preferences, and so on, but we shouldn't lose focus. it's always blaming women for why she lets herself be treated that way, why she is the way she is instead of different, and very rarely is it blaming men for behaving that way, for allowing themselves to act like that! i hope you understand what i'm saying because i'm writing all of this emotionally lol

i've been lucky to find an outlet in fics. i embody and live through all my trauma around sexuality and relationships by rewriting it into my works. they're not for everyone. it's normal that someone who's experienced certain traumas ends up on the opposite end of the spectrum from me and processes it all differently, and it's good if someone has the chance to get professional psychological help from a genuinely good specialist to work through all of that. i chose the only accessible method within my circumstances. and that's also okay, because i'm not forcing or promoting anything! on the contrary, i often try to write that i'm glad not everyone understands how someone can have such kinks - it means you're not that fucked in the head. but i'm all for people simply not writing nasty things to others if they don't understand their perspective. this is the internet. block them. softblock them. scroll past and forget.

men are becoming increasingly bitter, the male loneliness epidemic is real, and girls who are finally starting to get to know themselves, their identity, unlocking their cognitive abilities, their sexuality, diving into their independence from others - we need to stick together. it's a path where mistakes and misguided turns are inevitable, but it's important to support each other! men were already created for hating women, and fanfiction is one of the ways to make them loving somewhere, to reprocess negative experiences, to control them. so, yeah... the message of my giant post is - be kinder and more forgiving to yourself and to other girls, because shame doesn't lead to improvement - it leads to even more spiraling.

and i love every single one of you and i hope that my existing works and the ones i plan to write in the future make each of you feel seen and heard <3

[sheskillingboys]

UNLESS YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOU

I’m so fucking serious

[ambra-nata]

Another redraw

[unusualmuffinart]

Nana sketch because I just finished the anime after a loong break…

[rena-yume]

Wip

[amber-wavess]

how it feels to hold a deep hatred for a toxic and unhealthy (but unfortunately) canon relationship that’s genuinely so repulsive yet half the fandom glazes it:

[antianakin]

It's the most basic take on Anidala ever, but it remains so wild to me to realize that there are lots of people out there who take Anidala completely at face value and believe there was genuine love and affection between them that simply BECAME toxic and selfish over time as opposed to BEING toxic and selfish from the jump.

I just can't see them any other way, I can't see anything between them as genuine. And maybe that's my way of managing the difficult writing for them and piecing their narrative back together in a way that works for me, but I just can't see it as anything truly genuine. It's always a selfish, toxic obsession with a version of each other that doesn't actually exist because they want a fantasy that's simple and easy as opposed to something real that might require work and sacrifices and compromises to achieve. It is CORE to my understanding of both of these characters that the love ISN'T REAL, which is why Anakin betrays her, why he's able to throw away everything she values the most, and why Padme is so shocked when he does this. Neither of them understood each other and neither of them wanted to. All they loved was an idea, a shadow, something that could and would dissolve very quickly if looked at too closely.

So it's almost funny sometimes to see people who believe they genuinely cared about each other because... I don't think they did, really. I think they cared about how the other person made them feel, I think they cared about the fantasy version of the other person they'd created for themselves, but I don't think they truly actually cared about each other. If they'd genuinely loved each other at any point, I don't think their story would have gone the same way.

[akaahsokatano]

[amber-wavess]

this look. that’s all i’m going to say.

[akaahsokatano]

what i imagine it would be like if anakin never turned to the dark side and they were raised as actual siblings

[amber-wavess]

“and if they stole you from me, on my arm, there’s a tattoo of your name” ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

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bf!sam monroe x gf!reader — early 2000s

summary: pretty much the title lol— sam gets a tattoo of your name on his arm as a fun little surprise bcs why not!

warnings: none, literally just fluffiness, sam is a sweetheart in this, no use of y/n for reader-insert

word count: 841

a/n: first fic, yay!! I haven’t written in like years so my writing skills are pretty rusty; forgive me. I do plan on writing more in the future, and they will be hayden character x reader, just don’t know when! yes, the title is a lyric from a pierce the veil song in case you were wondering. million dollar houses has my heart. masterpiece of a song by the way highly recommend it.

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You fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you patiently wait for your boyfriend SAM MONROE to return from, well, whatever he’s up to. The thing is, all he told you is that he’s going somewhere and coming back with a surprise. Left no indication nor clues of his whereabouts, so you’re left alone in the passenger seat of his worn down car. You hoped he wasn’t doing something impulseful again. Like that time he got another piercing, one on his eyebrow. Then he had to get it removed due to infection, and it was not pretty.

You are brought back down to Earth with the sound of the driver seat’s door unlatching, breaking the dead silence that was nearly killing you just a moment ago. Sam had an unusually giddy look on his face. He looks, well, happy. But a little too happy? Perhaps etched with some form of excitement? Oh, well, at least you’re getting a surprise, and you surely won’t be complaining about that.

“Hi,” you greet him with a kiss on the cheek, such a simple action yet one that causes a slight blush to spread across his cheeks. Only you hold the distinct sweetness to abash him in such a way. You eye his hands and notice he isn’t holding anything alluding to a surprise, which stirs some slight disappointment in you. “Where’s the surprise?”

Sam fully diverted his attention to you with what appeared to be a smile tugging on his lips. “Hm?”

Your smile drops at his feigned confusion. “Sam, you know what I’m talking about.”

“No, I don’t actually.” He continues, lips nearly curling into a grin that both irritated you and made your heart flutter.

Your unamusement is evident with the way your eyes narrow and your earlier smile is completely wiped off your face. Which in turn, evokes an entertained chuckle from your boyfriend. “All right, I lied, there is a surprise,” he admits while holding his hands up in surrender. To say your eyes light up at that was an understatement.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“Okay, okay!” He exclaims and you draw yourself closer to him, enough to take a peep but also giving him plenty of personal space in case this is a really good surprise. But, instead of pulling out what you were assuming would be a gift box, he rolls up his sleeve and raises his bare arm up to your eye level. There, sat a fresh tattoo of your name, in cursive, with a heart next to it, on his bare arm. You immediately gasp and your hand flies to your mouth in pure astonishment. Your eyes meet his and the way he is absolutely beaming at your reaction is priceless. You can’t even remember the last time he’s been looking that radiant. Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you take him by the nape of his neck to quickly pull him in and crash your lips into his, to which he instantly complies with, shown in the way he immediately tangles one of his hands in your hair.

After what felt like a good eight seconds of kissing, the two of you broke contact between your lips and you couldn’t resist the urge to crack into a huge smile, Sam following.

“What was that for?” You ask, and he raises an eyebrow of perplexity. “The tattoo, I meant— why all of a sudden?”

Sam’s smile softens with your question, still licking his lips after the short little session you and him just had. “Well, when you aren’t around I tend to miss you— a lot, so I got your name tattooed on my arm to prove that I’ll always keep a part of you with me, even if you aren’t physically here. Do you get it?”

With a tilt of your head and a bit of a smile, you utter, “I don’t remember you being so poetic, now.”

Sam rolls his eyes but quickly pushes your comment aside to encase you in a warm hug, the car’s centre console acting as a minor obstruction to a full embrace, yet still standing inferior. The pointer finger belonging to your right hand traces slow circles over the exposed skin of his neck, and he mimics your actions with his hand over your clothed back. His lips make contact with the sensitive skin of your lower jaw and he slowly makes his way down until he reaches your collarbone, each gentle touch sending a spark of electricity through your body.

“I love you.” Sam declares, burying his face into the smoothness of your neck, and your hand slid upward to entangle its fingers in his soft, jet black hair.

You bow your head down to be at level with his ear, “I love you,” you say and feebly play with the ends of his hair, allowing the silence to flow through the space until you decide to open your mouth not even one minute later.

“So, what if I get a tattoo of your name?”

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꒰ tags: @letterstoanakin @cravingsammonroe ꒱

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