Me: Okay I need to sleep, wind down time, what should I do? I could finish the season of She-Ra
Brain: Meh.
Me:…kay or I could watch a documentary I’ve seen before and play a new puzzle game on my phone
Brain: Meh.
Me: Or I could crochet. Or I could bounce fluffy headcanons with a friend. Or I could read my new book I got from the tower of london.
Brain: Meh.
Me: fuck FINE okay what do you want to do?
Brain: Die.
Me: okay edgelord lets just fuckin sleep then
I have been so sick for the past week, I think all I will ever be able to taste again are lemon menthol cough drops, but it successfully masked the oncoming SAD that just hit me like a steamroller so ya know that’s a thing that’s happening now I guess
Me, pleasantly: Anything Star Wars does is mostly fine with me, really; I’m just here to have fun! Me, impatiently: Let’s get a move on with some new movie ideas over there, Lucasfilm! Me, with a slight twitch in one eyelid: Really it’s fine if they just never want to tell me what’s going on or just make a couple lowkey streaming TV series for forever now, haha, you know back in my day we hardly ever got new Star Wars so who am I to complain?! Me, eyeliner running down my face, drinking directly from a bottle of Skywalker wine:LISTEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY SQUANDER SAD DESERT OBI-WAN MCGREGOR, THEY COULD MAKE HIM CRY ABOUT ANAKIN FOR THREE HOURS AND I WOULD PAY FIFTY US DOLLARS PER SHOWING TO WATCH IT HONESTLY DISNEY I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS I HAVE SPENT SO MUCH MONEY ON CHURROS AND LICENSED CHILDREN’S PRODUCTS OVER THE YEARS WHY CAN YOU NOT GIVE ME SAD OBES ON A SAND DUNE WHAT IS THE FREAKING HOLDUP OVER THERE
Me, writing in a diary with a quill pen for extra Drama: Day 1,460: still no word of a Kenobi project. I grow weaker and more despondent with each passing day. Some gentle souls try to lift my spirits with assurances that the powers that be would only ruin Obi-Wan, were they to engage in such an undertaking. That perhaps it’s for the best that we never again see live action Kenobi Hair Swoosh, even though Ewan is literally right there and it wouldn’t even be hard to give me this one thing which is definitely the only thing I have ever asked Star Wars for. Others send me every rumor, every whisper that something might be imminent, hoping to inspire me to not give up hope. Ewan McGregor grows a beard, then shaves it off, then shaves his head, then regrows it all, seemingly to spite me. A single tear rolls down my cheek, my fangirl anguish at levels previously unknown. Dave Filoni and Kathleen Kennedy probably clink champagne glasses while laughing, knowing they’ll be able to string me along for at least another few years.
Yes, it’s still possible to get posts to show up, but in the case of the search function, it’s only if they have no links – not even links to other Tumblr posts. For people like me who include links to other chapters in my fic so readers can get caught up on chapters they might miss, this is a huge problem. I basically have no choice but to include those links, or else I would make things massively inconvenient for my readers.
So why am I telling everyone this? Because this means reblogs are becoming more and more important to creators. With posts so difficult to find in searches and tags, reblogs are one of the few other ways for people to find new artists or writers.
You’re under no obligation to reblog my stuff, of course, but I want to put it out there why reblogs are so important to those of us who write/draw/create content.
(Also: While I’ve personally verified the stuff that’s going on with searches, I have no clue what’s going on with tags. Some of my stuff is showing up there, some isn’t, seemingly with little correlation to the links included. So tags might not be quite as strict, but they do seem to be less consistent.)
for the record, ‘not feeling anything’ is a valid and not unusual response to trauma or grief
so if you feel empty and devoid of feeling, it’s not because you’re a cold and uncaring person.
Sometimes, not feeling anything is the only way you can cope.
Be prepared for a delayed reaction, too. It’s very common to be totally calm during a crisis, and then days or weeks (or years) later suddenly get hit with a tidal wave of “HOLY SHIT THAT HAPPENED.”
Sometimes your mind waits until it feels safe to start processing things emotionally. It’s a powerful survival strategy, but it can really blindside you, because just as you start to feel like things are okay, you’re overwhelmed by the realization of how not-okay things were before.
This may not happen, and that’s okay too. But it’s something to watch out for when your initial reaction is numbness.
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