My fave coloring page I've done.

PEDRO PASCAL Winner of SAG Award for Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series

Acting like there needs to be a single unified fandom consensus on imagery and fanmade lore and symbolism and things left ambiguous in canon and the like with no deviation will kill the patient she needs a ton of different interpretations that all contradict each other to live

Sometimes a creative outlet is a fun little hobby and sometimes it's a lifelong affliction. Like I crochet because making little woven animals sparks joy and I'm a writer whether I like it or not because I'm tormented by visions

Me crocheting: I made a duck ! ^_^

Me writing: pacing around talking to myself compelled by forces beyond my comprehension

you believe me like a god

i’ll destroy you like i am

Some more easy comment ideas to leave on your favorite fics:

1. LETS GOOOOOO!!! (after a particularly exciting chapter)

2. Ohmygosh yes!!! You get it!!! This is exactly how I imagine this [character, dynamic, scene, au, ect]

3. Noooooooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (after a particularly devastating chapter)

4. Heck Yeah!!

5. My children! You hurt them! How dare!

6. You have blessed us! May both sides of your pillow stay cool! (Or any other blessing of your choice)

7. Thank you!

8. It even [surprised, shocked, broke my heart] on the reread! Excellent work!! (Only if this a reread)

9. I wish I could leave a longer comment, this fic deserves one! Bravo!

10. 10/10 would let break my heart again

people who let me wake up to this get a special place in heaven. firefly_fox how does it feel to hold my life in ur hands....

my favorite thing about this post is that a handful of people have gone "oh wait! this is tangible proof that i don't need to be embarrassed about leaving a lot of comments!! i'll stop being so ashamed!" YES!! ao3 authors basically universally will die for people who comment spam. we love to see it and we do not find you weird or annoying At All.

think about it this way: we ourselves are weird enough to have spent several hours, days, or Months writing down this story. we are weird enough about the content to do that! why on Earth would we be mean and judgmental toward people who care enough to get excited about reading it?? we shared it Specifically For You To Get Excited About!

WE WILL WRITE FOR YOU WHEN YOU DO THIS, TOO.

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Thank you for sharing your talent with us!

Magic

[Ezra masterlist]

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Ezra eyed you as you shuffled around the pod trying to hide the fact that you were in pain.

“You are limping,” he pointed out and you stopped moving.

“I’m fine,” you lied.

“If you are in pain then I am charged with trying my best to take it away.” He walked over to you and nodded towards the small bed. “Lie down.”

“Ezra…” you started but he gave you a look and you scrambled over to the bed. “I told you I’m okay.”

“Yes, you told me so, but that doesn’t make it true. You forget, I know just how headstrong you are.” He walked to the bed and sat down. “You will need to remove your pants.” He said it so nonchalantly as if he was asking you about your day.

“What?”

“It is an innocuous request, dove. Now…please…” He looked at you expectedly.

“Innocuous,” you mocked as you lifted your hips to pull your pants down. Ezra helped you the rest of the way. When you moved your leg wrong, you winced, and Ezra was quick to notice.

“Right leg?” he asked, his fingers already digging into the flesh.

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Long Fall Into Oblivion (Ezra x reader)

(header by sirtadcooper - check out the whole beautiful set here.)

Rating: Mature. 

Pairing: Ezra (post-Prospect film) x f!reader

Warnings: Non-explicit sex. Some swears maybe (think there’s a f*ck in there somewhere, my GOODNESS). A lot of gooey, syrupy, soft fluffety fluff. Author attempts at writing Ezra dialogue. A lot of chewy prose.

A/N: I can’t believe I’m posting this, but here goes. I love Ezra. He is a man of questionable morality and an insufferable tongue and I really shouldn’t. But I really do. I just wanted to give him a try. I’ve softened him up here, putting a few years on him so maybe he’s fluffed up some since the events in the film. Also I just ignored the fade or assumed that aurelac mining was still happening because scarcity/demand. Doesn’t matter. Just wanted to go exploring.

Summary: You take a job as an aurelac prospecting trainee and Ezra shows you the ropes. You’re gonna fall in love with him. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.

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MASTERLIST

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Bakhroma is one of the smallest gas giants in the sector, but as you stand on the surface of the Green Moon, it dominates the entire horizon, pulling your focus, threatening to engulf everything around it. You almost feel sorry for the lush moon as you walk through its undergrowth, so gentle and full of beauty, destined many years after you’re gone to give its life to her.

A moon is an orbiting admirer, and what is an orbit but a long fall to oblivion?

There’s a painful, sour ache in your heart as you walk back to the camp in twilight, watching the back of Ezra’s helmet bob along in front of you. You’d spent two days digging that claim only to find the weakest aurelac nest you’ve seen yet, only three viable nodes. You’d dug through one of them by accident and completely melted another like an incompetent fool. Kevva’s ass, you were such a disappointment. Three months in the Green and you still can’t cut a blister out properly. Not even once.

Ezra’s shoulders are wide and tense, his one hand splayed out as he walks, running over the tops of the tall ferns, catching one every now and then only to rip the top away, twirl it between his gloved fingers and toss it impatiently aside.

The other two members of your team headed out on a sling this morning, another two will be arriving in a few days. And you wonder if Ez regrets just not cutting his losses and leaving with them, or at least sending you back in exchange for another kip.

You think about shifting through the comm channels, hoping that he’s chattering away in one of them, switched without your knowledge, but it’s a lost cause. You can hear him breathing on the channel between you. It’s not often Ezra has nothing to say.

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Holding Weight

Rating: T. 

Fandom: Prospect

Pairing: Ezra x f!reader

Warnings: Harsh words that Ezra doesn’t deserve and I’m sorry and it hurts me.

Summary: A story about guilt. Ezra forgives you for what you say when you’re angry, even if you have trouble doing it yourself.

A/N: This is a request from @insomniamamma​ for my 300+ Follower Jubilee!  The prompt got a little twisted from what she may have initially intended, but this is what happened in my brains and the core of it is still there…just a different kind of shield. 

Prompt: Ezra + shielding the other one with their body

The weight you’re carrying inside is in disorienting, direct opposition to everything your physical body is experiencing.

You don’t even remember what the fight was about. It might have been about the landing. It might have been about the direction of the dig site. It might have been about these damn weighted boots you have to wear on this damn annoying planet. It was petty and minor and you were the first to go quiet and he refused to break it. So then you doubled down and turned your channels off inside the helmet because you didn’t want to hear him breathing without the words that so easily came with it.

And yet, something in you could still hear him.

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I am left weeping after this. Why did the dream sequence scare me so much and break my heart? Why am I crying over Ezra holding her down in her nightmare, telling her she's okay?

That's just good writing.

It’s fine because I’m actually using a secret technique called writing it in my head and nowhere else.