rakasha | Dec. 27th, 2017

Dec. 27th, 2017

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KENOBI: A Star Wars Story Trailer (Fanmade)
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reblog and make a wish!

this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

this is my favourite thing

OKAY SO MY WISHES ALWAYS COME TRUE BC OF THIS HOLY SHIT

This really worked I wished for an iPhone 6 and I got a fucking iPhone 6

HOLY SHIT IT ACTUALLY WORKED

@fuck-yo-feelingsss OMGG FATIMA MY WISH IS GONNA COME TRUE 😂😂

BLISSFOLLY

THIS WORKS, IVE USED IT SO MANY TIMES AND ONLY REALISE IT WORKS NOW THAT I LOOK BACK AND SEE HOW THINGS WORKED OUT OMF

Yo. This actually works lol

Reblog forever.

bruh please work

higher grades here i come

Damn

If this works it’ll be like Christmas 4 me

DAAAAMN IT WORKED AGAIN AND AGAIN REBLOG

*fingers crossed*

Σε παρακαλώ, είναι ανάγκηη

OK, so I want to have enough money in 2018 to travel to Japan. Let’s see.
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sometimes i really love my fics. i wrote that because i wanted to read it. i love it. nobody visits my fics more than me. they remind me that i’m a hard worker, that i created something. it’s mine and i cherish it and love it because it’s exactly what i wanted so i made it.

and other days i’m crippled by self criticism and hate everything and can’t bear to look at my own work because i know it’ll never compare to the greats

but i live for the days i love my work. because it’s mine, and i made it. i didn’t wait for somebody else to make what i dream about. i went and did it myself.

so don’t feel like your work is awful

it’s the stuff you dreamed about. it’s the stuff you decided to make a reality. it’s not about quality, or poetry, or how perfectly your sculpt your words or keep it so deeply in character; because it’s what you dreamed and it’s what you wanted to see, so you made it.

keep writing; it’s yours, and you made it. and if you want to continue to sharpen and improve yourself? then do it. it’s all yours and you can make it whatever you want.

keep writing.

THIS.

I love my fics. They’d never be as good as the books I love, but I wrote them to entertain myself and because I love the ‘verse/chars, no other reason, so I don’t care whether they’re read widely or not at all. I still reread my older fics, though I’m too lazy to edit the minor errors. I’m unapologetic about characterisation and plots, even the fact that my fics don’t generally have much smut. My fav fic in any fandom is inevitably my own. It’s my headcanon and no one else’s. My worldview and fav issues. I would’ve had more fun writing the fic than anyone would’ve had reading it. When you read my fics I hope you can sense how much care, love, and joy went into each one of them.

The self-doubt comes in over my book and short stories (here if you’re curious). Somehow, weirdly, once they’re out there I can’t bear to look at them again. Or read reviews. I think for me my original stuff is just far more personal in a way my fics will never be. Hard to let go, harder to look back. It’s a lot more difficult for me to write original than to write fic. But I think it’s worth it to keep at it. To eventually make a world that is so complete that I’ll love it as much as I love my fics.

Wherever your writing ends up, keep writing <3
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For @elenothar, who requested ‘Graves and a [redacted for story purposes]’. Which, to be perfectly honest, stewed in my brain for a few days as I tried to link the two together - only to be inspired when I accidentally stumbled into the ‘His Dark Materials’ section of AO3.

Author’s Notes: Officially Not Mine. Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them is Not Mine. His Dark Materials is Not Mine. This is also a fusion between His Dark Materials and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them - namely, the concept of dæmons. Might be a bit OOC, but - well, it was written in something of a hurry, rather late at night.

Accretion

They found Percival Graves in the cellar.

Seraphina is quite sure that Grindelwald’s choice of the aforementioned location was no accident. The man was meticulous to the extreme - look. He was saying - not to her, but to the man he had captured. Captured and held in his own home, what should have been Percival’s seat of power - it was insult piled on insult, deliberately designed to further denigrate his victim.

Keep reading

I’m actually crying right now. Oh my gosh this is just incredibly beautiful. Just too powerful and heart-wrenching at the same time.

The phoenix rising and Percival Graves opening his eyes — symbolic on how much Percival Graves will rise again after he had been brought down to his knees by Grindelwald.

Thank you! I just - the original prompt was ‘Percival Graves and a phoenix’, and I just really, really wanted to write about a man who had a phoenix for a soul. Who burns and crumbles and drags himself back up again, teeth bared in defiance. He’s not the same. He will never be the same again - he was broken, but that does not mean he has to remain so.

He makes a choice to heal.

…he also has to put up with a number of specialists writing him every damn hour of the day because this is unprecedented, this is amazing, this is history in the making!
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Sorry it’s a bit late; happy holidays!

Five Great Charters knit the land
Together linked, hand in hand

One in the people who wear the crown

Padme is not anywhere near so unprofessional as to sigh in the middle of Court. She wishes she was, though. She really, truly wishes that she was. It might make it incrementally more easy to endure the current argument taking place between the two nobles.

She wants to tell them that there is no disagreement to be had here. That there is no purpose to their debate.

The refugees are people. They have sworn oaths to her; by law and tradition, they are citizens of the Old Kingdom. It is her duty to ensure their safety and happiness; more then that, it is the right thing to do.

But she will not say that. At least - not like that.

Padme does not sigh. She draws breath, and readies herself to speak.

**

Two in the folk who keep the Dead down

Sometimes, Anakin really loves his life. Other times, he’s not so sure.

Though at times like this - with a bell clasped in one hand, and a sword in the other - he’s relatively certain that it’s better then the alternative.

Saraneth tolls; his will slams into the Dead even as he pivots on one leg, Charter-marked sword slicing cleanly through the wrist of the Dead Hand currently lunging at him. Old Dead, this - practically rotting. Almost an insult, if he cared to view it as such.

He doesn’t. A Dead Hand will kill you just as dead as a Mordicant. One of Obi-Wan’s lessons, pounded laboriously through his head with time and constant repetition.

He sheaths Saraneth and draws Kibeth in a smooth, practiced moment, and Dead begin to Walk. Hopefully to the Ninth Gate and beyond - Anakin wishes them safe passage, and good riddance.

He still twirls the sword before sheathing it.

(If anyone asks him, he’s blaming Obi-Wan. After all, the older man did teach him that.)

**

Three and Five became stone and mortar

Anakin is going to figure out how to make a Charter Skin one of these days. He so is.

In the meantime, gold and bronze are - acceptable alternatives. He’s currently wrist-deep in the gears and springs filling the stomach cavity of the feline automaton that’s going to be Padme’s birthday gift - a cat that shines a muted gold, with emeralds for eyes and steel-shod claws.

Anakin can’t wait to see the look on Obi-Wan’s face.

**

Four sees all in frozen water.

The Sight isn’t kind. Neither is it particularly beneficial - on his own, the most useful information Obi-Wan’s’s ever really gotten from the Sight was a warning that an inn’s kitchen would be serving over-roasted peppers for breakfast the next morning.

Obi-Wan’s vaguely grateful, but that really doesn’t seem to be adequate compensation for the whole dratted business. He could most certainly live without the scraps and slivers of foreknowledge that intrude on a near-daily basis - the what-might-be’s, for instance, are particularly distracting, especially as compared with the soon-to-be-nows.

…well. There was that - one occasion where the Sight - even the limited amount he could draw on individually - was very useful indeed. Obi-Wan - doesn’t really like to think of that desperate rush from the Dead as he and Anakin charged blindly into unknown wilderness. There wasn’t time for a map; most of their supplies had been lost over an extremely inconveniently placed waterfall, and the bare bones of a strategy they’d managed to scrape together had, essentially, consisted of run!

Obi-Wan been extremely grateful for the snapshot vision that showed him the route to Abhorsen’s House.

Really.

It almost made up for the entire inconvenience of having the Sight in the first place.
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