Alright guys. Here it is. The thing I’ve been working on for the past three weeks: a sweet mashup trailer for the Prequel Trilogy using the music from the trailer for The Force Awakens – finished just in time for the film’s release. Well, almost. The goal I set for myself was to create a trailer that showed that the Prequels could be just as compelling as the other films in the saga. I’m incredibly proud of it and hope it’s successful in highlighting what I feel were the best parts of the Prequel Trilogy.



I read something this morning that really resonated with me.

Maybe it’s the fandom, maybe it’s the people.

But back when I was between the ages of 12 and 14 I wrote my first few stories and posted them online. Looking back they were terrible abominations of writing, and should anyone come to me and ask if I wrote them I would deny all knowledge whilst sweating profusely.

And yet despite the atrocity of my first few fanfictions there was a plethora of feedback from readers. ‘Write more!’ ‘I really liked this.’ ‘Loved the ending!’ ‘Look forward to more from you’.

There was constructive feedback and insight as well as the views/likes. 

People took an active interest in your words and communicated back to you.

Nowadays as a writer it feels like I’m shouting into the void.

By simply liking a post I understand that you have seen the piece exists. Most often I assume it’s that you’ve saved it to read later, or are merely acknowledging its existence. I have no idea if you read it or not, much less if you enjoyed it.

When you reblog artwork you essentially tell the artist that yes, you liked the piece. You liked it enough to spend an extra few moments putting it onto your own personal space on the web. If you tag it you explicitly communicate how you feel. It’s rare that you would simply like a piece of art, especially if its from your fandom. You want to share it so others can see it and enjoy it.

But most of you wont do that with fanfiction. 

It takes a lot of time to learn to write. It takes a lot of time to write. Writers suffer the same periods of art block, or writer’s block as it’s known to us. We don’t struggle with drawing hands. We struggle with writing what that hand is doing in a way that is engaging. Instead of struggling drawing furniture and rooms and backgrounds we struggle to construct the same image but with our words. 

It’s all relative. Our plight is no harder or easier than an artist but we do not get the same level of appreciation or recognition that an artist does.

In the end what you get is the same thing. An image on your screen. The difference is you have to look a little harder to see what we’ve painted for you. 

So please. Tell the author that you saw it. 

We love words. They are our craft. So give us some back. 

Reblog a fanfic and get it out there so more people can enjoy it.  Please.



My heart hurts when I think about Obi Wan taking Anakin on as his Padawan while still feeling resentment towards Anakin for usurping his position as Qui Gonn’s Padawan

He feels resentment towards Qui Gonn too (But it’s harder to be angry at someone who’s dead)
And Obi Wan knows he shouldn’t feel like this but he does so he keeps Anakin at a distance because he can’t get attached
Especially to this Pathetic LifeformTM

And poor little Anakin doesn’t know why Master Obi Wan won’t wake him up from his nightmares or give him a hug him on his way to classes or even smile at him
He’s homesick
Stuck on a new planet
A place where no one trusts him and none of the Jedi seem to want him there
And all of his survival instincts are telling him that he needs to latch onto Master Obi Wan because Master Obi Wan is his new caregiver 
But Obi Wan won’t let himself form anything beyond the most basic training bond with Anakin
Anakin tries to get closer to Obi Wan and Obi Wan keeps distancing himself from Anakin
Not showing him affection
Criticizing him
Only spending the bare minimum amount of time with his young apprentice 

About a year goes by and Anakin is lonely and tired and he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong
He doesn’t know why the other kids at the Temple don’t like him 
He doesn’t understand why the Masters are so suspicious around him 
He’s so frustrated with his schooling because his teachers are so harsh even though he’s doing his best to learn the written languages and still keep up with his studies (it doesn’t matter that he can fluently speak 6 languages, he could barely write and that was a Bad Thing)
And he doesn’t know why Master Obi Wan doesn’t want him 
Why Master Obi Wan always makes Anakin feel like he’s a burden 

So he runs away

It takes Obi Wan longer than he’s comfortable admiting to realize that his almost 11 year old Padawan is missing
And not just lost-in-the-temple missing
But Missing

After an entire day and night of searching he finally finds his wayward Padawan
Trying to board a shuttle off planet
Trying to get to Naboo (because he’s pretty sure Padme at least liked him)

Anakin is uncharacteristically silent on the way back to the Temple while Obi Wan rattles off the mother of all lectures

And they get back to their quarters and Anakin just runs off and shuts the door behind him in tears because he’s just not good enough to be a Jedi and Master Obi Wan will never want him 
And he’s so scared that the Jedi will send him back to Tatooine and he’ll be forced into slavery again 

And when Obi Wan comes in to check on him, he can’t hold in his emotions anymore and he explodes

Yelling and crying, he tells Obi Wan how scared he is of Destiny and how none of the other padawans like him and how he’s not stupid and he’s trying really hard and he’s so scared that he’s going to be sent back to Tatooine because he’s not good enough and he doesn’t know why Obi Wan never spends any time with him and always seems to be disciplining him and he’s just so tired and he doesn’t understand what he’s doing wrong

Anakin Skywalker can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen Obi Wan Kenobi speechless

Obi Wan didn’t realize how much of an effect his apathy towards his Padawan would affect the child
And it wasn’t until he saw Anakin standing there at the shuttle station that he realized how much he cared about the pathetic lifeform entrusted to him

After Anakin’s sobs subside Obi Wan tries his best to actually talk to his Padawan and see what he can do about allaying a few of those fears 

And as they sat there, Anakin nestled in Obi Wan’s lap, they both couldn’t help but think that they would be okay

Everything would be okay