How To Write Trauma With Humanity

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental

*kicks my feet playfully whilst lying on my front and lining up my sniper rifle*

Actually while I don't think we need an Ahsoka show, as this time period in the franchise has a lot of media already and quite frankly, the direction they chose with her character is boring and irritating, I think the character we get in the show better fits a younger, fresher Ahsoka. Someone still building the Fulcrum network and having to come to terms with the fact that everyone she knew and cared about is gone besides Rex.

We could see her struggle with grief and missing Anakin, and during that reflection realize that some of the lessons he imparted on her were bad. I think a show could do a lot with her having to struggle in this new world, one where she can't be Anakin's mini me. She may be no Jedi like she wants to claim, but perhaps exploring her returning to her roots to find peace.

It would give us more context how Clone Wars Ahsoka, a hot head with a reckless streak and a strong sense of right and wrong that she'd pursue to the ends of the galaxy has mellowed out, be one more peaceful, and is now having to occasionally operate in gray areas to survive and build the rebellion. Because the Ahsoka we see in her show is more inline with her Clone Wars personality and ignoring everything that's happened to the Jedi, Anakin, and everyone she knew. You can't not learn that someone you knew destroyed your people, and then proceeded to be one of the most evil forces in the galaxy, and not have some things come into retrospect. We never actually see her come to terms with Anakin being Darth Vader besides a brief conversation in the World Between Worlds and while a prequel Rebels show wouldn't address that, it could address her character maturing. Because as of now, her character only serves to exist in a story where she's always right, and thus bends her character to the writers' whim.

Crosshair being legitimately the baby brother of the Batch always makes me giggle, my man is just peak youngest sibling behaviour.

Sith lovers need to just accept that balance occurs when all the Sith are killed.

Watching Star Wars was a mistake. For years I’ve derived so much pleasure from seeing discourse on my timeline that’s like “it’s actually a pretty good writing choice that Glimbo Knutts manipulated the imbledimbians in the force to make Darth Freeble his personal jedi froogler. It gives the original trilogy more depth” and not knowing what the fuck anybody is talking about. But now I do and it’s ruined. I understand what you freak ass dorks are saying and it isn’t fun anymore. Glimbo Knutts making Darth Freeble his jedi froogler DOES give the original trilogy more depth. This sucks man

When I was working on this, I saw that @superiorsniper sneaked in, abolutely in character without any interaction. I think you felt that I just worked on Lula in your face 😀 That‘s it – welcome, enjoy and get Lula‘d for superior grumpyness 😀🫶🏼

This time I tracked time again on this piece. It took me 1 hour and 19 minutes. I‘m getting better 😎

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

Shit writing Saturday <3

Haven’t done one of these in a while! To be fair… haven’t written smth I was excited to share in a while. Here’s this!! Lmk what you think 🥰🥰

Cody continues to stare, unseeing, out the viewport.

“I don’t know these stars,” he murmurs finally.

Kenobi says nothing. Cody knows he’s listening all the same.

“When I… grew up, on Kamino. There were rare cloudless nights. The seas would still for maybe only a few hours at a time, and the clouds would part around these brilliant points of light in a pitch black sky.”

He closes his eyes. He can just about see it; the rain-slicked platform, the cadets all hushing each other as they hurried outside, hoping no longnecks would catch them, no trainers would see them. Hoping that Fett himself was asleep, that his own cadet had been enough of a handful that day that Fett wouldn’t catch them either, all of them breaking rules.

“We would find our way around the biggest stars, first. The brightest. The ones that were always there. Those were our trainers. The guiding stars to direct us to where we needed to look. And then… we started naming the other stars. And we named them after ourselves. After each other. Our batchers, our squaddies, anyone. There were so many stars in the sky… but there were so many of us, too, what felt like enough to give each of those stars a name. The command formation has me, Bly, Fox, Wolffe, and Ponds, about two fingers’ width up from the star that was Alpha-17.

“Each of those names on that report—” Strato. Pusher. Scald. Cinder. Fuck, he knew where each of their stars was.

His eyes snap open again. Unfamiliar stars fall past him. It’s a cold sort of comfort, to distance himself from the urge to scream that rises in his throat.

“Cody,” Kenobi whispers, near silent.

He drops his forehead to his knees. “A swath of the sky has gone dark,” he replies. “And there’s nothing I can do.”

:')

also shout out to those lovely anons