Elizabethhood - Elizabeth_Hood

Hey y'all

I know that no one really cares, and only a couple of people are maybe slightly interested, but I figured it was good manners to post this here. No, it's not a suicide note, although that is so me six months ago.

I'm taking a break from most social media sites. I need to focus on college, on getting good grades, more sleep than two-three hours average a night, and remembering to actually eat and drink. I've been managing the first, but all three has been like juggling kitchen knives set on fire.

I may be back in April, maybe not, but I'm trying to stay off until then. Anyways. Ladies, Gentlemen, My Most Esteemed Neither-of-the-Aboves. Fare thee well.

the thing I find charming about the jedi apprentice books is the absolute dedication to giving obi wan a taster of literally every other character's personal trauma.

oh you were a child slave? yeah that happened to him. you had to kill someone you cared about to protect innocent lives? yeah he did that at like 13. you were forced to lead children into battle as a child yourself? obi wan did that. you had to live on the run from all factions of a planet torn by civil war? that happened to obi wan like three times.

also as an adult he never once mentions any of this. icon behaviour.

obi-wan wondered what jango fett could possibly gain by making an army for the enemy.

then he held a dying clone for the first time. so young his armor was still unpainted. and he realized.

this is how you destroy a jedi.

– empaths do not belong in war zones.

Dick Grayson's unmatched success as a child vigilante makes a lot more sense when you remember the Court of Owls was a thing and that Dick was meant to be the next Grey Son.

There is no way that someone at Haly's Circus wasn't there keeping an eye on him while he grew up. A future weapon needs to be trained and monitored after all, and a circus, a place where weird skills are completely normal, is actually a great place to secretly train a child.

You know, just some knife tricks that translated really well into actual fighting. How to get out of restraints and pick locks while under a time limit. Death defying acrobatic stunts that coincidentally do wonders for parkouring. That sort of thing. Nothing that seems out of place for a boy growing up around circus performers to learn, but would literally any where else.

I mean, while I fully believe that most kids would want to kill the man responsible for their parents deaths, Dick was weirdly prepared to go through it. He tracked down Zucco with way more ease than any normal child should have too. He became the first child vigilante, for goodness sake. The first Robin! He only started getting formal training after he basically forced Bruce into it!

Bruce himself has no idea that this kind of competency in a child is unusual, considering he was much too blinded by the similarities between his and Dick's tragic orphanhoods.

Alfred is in a similar boat because he’s desensitized to weird children after he somehow managed to successfully raise Bruce 'The Batman' Wayne, so he doesn't clock the hyper-competency as abnormal either.

By the time the other batkids start popping up (Jason 'The Audacity' Todd, borderline-street rat with no fear) (Tim 'the greatest stalker in Gotham history' Drake, child genius, also bullied his way into becoming Robin) (Barbara 'raised by the only uncorrupt cop in gotham' Gordon) (Stephanie 'daddy issues and spite' Brown) (Duke 'Pretends he's the normal one and people believe him' Thomas) it's too late.

It would also explain how Dick got along so well with Damian out of all of them. Similar childhood with different approaches and all that. On some subconscious level, Dick recognises and resonates with the murderous ten year old assassin with strong familial ties to a secret elite assassin organization.

It isn't until after the whole Court of Owls and Grey Son reveal that suddenly Dick realises a whole lot of things about his childhood that suddenly make a lot more sense.

Even if I might not interact with you a lot If youre my mutual I love you. It is important for my mutuals to know this because Im shy

You ever have a detailed layout for a fic, you know exactly how you want it to go, but you’re stuck on one chapter? If you could figure that one chapter out you’d be gold, but noooo, Calliope (muse of epic poetry and story-telling) has decided that she hates you and this has cursed you to frustration and tears

Dynamic duo(father and son)

One of my favourite things to do when writing Codywan fanfics is abusing the difference between "the General" and "his General"

because Cody always calls Obi-Wan the General, not a possesive but a title. That is the General that commands him and his brother. He refers to him as the General or General Kenobi and nothing else.

Until they grow closer. Until he starts to see Obi-Wan as a friend, then it becomes Obi-Wan, mostly when they're alone and no one else is there to hear it. The General, General Kenobi, Obi-Wan. A name, a friend, no longer is it General Kenobi, the distant image of a greater than life Jedi. He is a person now, too.

And when Cody slowly begins to fall, before he has even realised what is going on it becomes his General. No longer is it the general, a distant and detached title for a man that, until recently, was nothing more but someone that had to command him. Now it's his General, not a title but a term of endearment. That is the man who has protected him, has had his back a million times. That is the man who looked at him and saw a person, the one in the million of identical faces. This is the man who brings him Caff when they're staying up late doing their paperwork despite Cody never asking for it. This is the man who learned Cody's tells, who sits with him after particularly hard battles and has seen him at his lowest. That is not just any General, this is Cody's General.

It's such a subtle difference in how Cody talks about Obi-Wan but to me it has always had such a heavy weight to it.

horniest battle moments:

- taking your ally's weapon out of their scabard to use yourself

- using someone else's shoulder as a rifle stand

- nudging someone's chin up with the tip of your weapon

- freezing with your blades against one another's throats, breathing into each other's mouths