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Film Photo Series: This Must Be the Place by Scott Williams

Neon & Night come together in these moody double exposures:

  • Camera: Canon EOS 3
  • Film: Cinestill 800T
  • Location: Melbourne, Australia

Scott on this Series:

“An ongoing series of mine titled “This Must Be the Place”, has a focus on the night-time through double exposure portraits of friends and fellow photographers with neon signs. Being able to combine two separate moments into one has mostly unlimited potential for composition as well as the ability to at times create openly interpretive stories. I am heavily inspired by cinema which is one of main motives for shooting with Cinestill 800T as I often want to create that cinematic vibe in my images. With the night time, I am incredibly drawn to the dramatic lighting visible during the night through brightly lit store fronts, empty streets and finally, glowing neon signs. I do various amounts of research to discover unique and hidden neon signs in the Melbourne area which has oddly at the same time sparked a weird hobby for myself as I’m often on the lookout for interesting neon signs both day and night. In a rather ironic fashion, I’m actually quite afraid of the dark which I find pretty funny as I’m usually out very late.”

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OTP Idea #768

Person A, the resident punk of the school and Person B, the ultimate goody two shoes get paired together for a class project. Person B reluctantly goes along with the pairing, thinking A won’t do much work. Person A however is head over heels for Person B, and takes every chance they can to work up to A’s standards.

Liking a fanfic is like picking up a book to admire its cover and then putting it back on the shelf.

Reblogging a fanfic is like purchasing the book and sharing it with your friends.

The first is nice and lets us know the story caught your interest but the second has a bigger impact and benefits the author and their readership.

Don’t feel like you’re annoying if you reblog fics.

We want you to.

here come that sqUISHY BOI O SHIT WHADDUP!!!

this ball of pureness is from a webcomic called long exposure!! the creator mars ( @smokeplanet ) is such a babe and i cant with her art \;A;/ read the comic its so friggin good!!! 

Moonlight Reign (Ch. 1)

A/N: Okay, my first series (since Snowfall All Year is only a two parter I need to finish) I’ve been wanting to write a mafia!au for the longest time, and I am crazy late on the trend but fuck it. Hope y’all enjoy and give me some love!

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Pairing: Mafia boss! Yoongi x reader (hopefully it’ll stay that way)

Word count: 2.7k

Genre: Angst, fluff, maybe some smut

Summary: Some things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?


“It’s time to go now, y/n.” 

1, 2, 3, 4

“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The color red doesn’t suit this house well.”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Mun Byungyeol and his daughter, the, as ordered to remain anonymous, green haired 13 year old. Colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with mafias and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”

1, 2-

You inhaled deeply, as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a  desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique therapy drilled into you.

Four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, a world you had to feign blind to now.

Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. 

Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. Looking at the time, you decided it was time to get ready for your study session with Jungkook. 

Jungkook was a guy in the same university as you, he was older, but you were a year ahead, so you were in the same class. He was your neighbor in this adequate apartment complex that you kept via a crappy waitressing job. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. 

You weren’t exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn’t be such a crime.

You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, “The green didn’t suit me well at all,” You mused, fixing your natural shade of hair, “Although the forest green was a nice shade on my skin.”

After gathering your study material, Jungkook knocked on your door and you studied like usual. He would always get distracted halfway through, though.“Why do you still have the news on?” 

You looked at the TV and shrugged.

“I guess I forgot,” You spoke, “Now what did you think this-”

“Mafias and gangs…” He mused, “Aren’t they the same?”

The pencil in your hand stilled. Absolutely not. Gangs were pawns, the mafias in this world were the players. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside a casual park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them.

“Like I care.”

“You aren’t scared of these guys at all?”

“Failing class is scary, that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of getting a D for my semester grade.”

Jungkook stifled a laugh, “I’m thanking every divine being if I pass, but it’s worth it as opposed to only studying and working.”

You rolled your eyes, “Sorry I’m not a child of the night.” Not anymore, at least.

—-

A few days later exams went well for you, and you finished your semester and had a solid two months off. All was well and it was peaceful in the dead of night.Too bad your body rejected sleep.This week was a big week.

////

“Dad?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what’s to come, “Tell me you didn’t.”

Mun Byungyeol was a rough man who took you in as a young child. His men killed your parents for revenge and a nearly-dead 3-year-old suffering from starvation and cigarette burns was found at the scene. Initially resistant to your arrival, he got right to training you to be the heiress to replace the heir he never received.

He may have been rough, but he was a caring dad, even if you had never been his priority.

Not unless you could be used as currency.

“Y/n, it’s time for us to go,” He sighed, “I let this greed consume me, and I’m afraid it’s begun eating me alive now.”

Your mind couldn’t comprehend his words. The news was drowning out the comfort he attempted to give you. “…such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous mafia activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made or criminal investigation on Mun Byungyeol himself, but many workers are being targeted due to possible involvement…”

Everything was dying. All your training was never for anything but fuel for his greed. You should be angry, shocked, appalled, but you weren’t. He’s been cashing out for so long on the blood of his family and foes that you didn’t even flinch when he said it. You did, however, flinch when the whole world highlighted it.

“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work, but you and I won’t meet for a few years-”

He was going to abandon it. Cash out one last time, and leave. You were too surprised, you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. Your eyes widened at the notion of him abandoning you too. All you knew was his presence. All you knew were your father figures, “But the empire-”

“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.”

You didn’t scream, yell, or cry. At least you hadn’t, yet.“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.

“A real syndicate.”

“Who will stay with me?”

He smiled warmly at you for the third time in your life, “One day, a real human.

////

You woke up with a start from a bang on the door, but considering the 4 am hour, you chalked it up to city noise. Five years ago today, you saw the match light. In two days, it will have been five years ago you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.

The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings. 

The only reason you were aware of their presence was because getting out of the game was easy, but you could never fully burn the console.

Another bang on your door startled you out of your thoughts, “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go alone to the bar before such a big day- where are your keys?!” 

An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.

“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!” 

This wasn’t the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, most likely bleeding on your doormat. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch.

“Is this even your door?! Did you lead me to one of your whore’s places?!”

“Bangtan!” Jungkook chanted in response.

This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a blonde haired man in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The blonde-haired handsome man stopped struggling with Jungkook as he looked at you with the most pristine judging face, “Look, just forget we were-”

“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.

“He lives next door,” You remarked flatly, “No, I’m not one of his whores, more like one of his classmates, but I’ve seen those lines get blurred with him a lot, so I understand the assumption,” You looked at his forehead again, “And he does need stitches.”

The man narrowed his eyes, “Do you usually play nurse for him?”

“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You angled your head down for the man to see, “Bring him in, you aren’t the first friend of his I’ve met-”

“But-”

“Anymore blood on that mat and I’m making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”He complied to the couch, 

“Why does he-”

“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, “And I can’t stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.

“Aren’t you scared he’ll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.

You scoffed, “The only thing that scares me are failing grades.” You chuckled, “Plus Jungkook hurting me? Yeah, right. He has the fight of a peanut.”

Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.

You paused for a moment, “Didn’t you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”

“None of your concern,” He stated.“You’re bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “The other two told me their first names at least.”

You thought back to the much pluckier and grateful Taehyung and Jimin as they smiled at you before taking Jungkook away.

He sighed, “Namjoon-”

You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the struggling as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast, and Namjoon ended up watching in awe as you fearlessly slammed your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.

“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”

Your arm had a gash the length of a half ruler, it was shallow, but still dripping blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, jackass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.”

Namjoon was beginning to suspect you were more than a college student. With the sheer fearlessness and those fighting skills, you had to be something or someone who was anything but a regular student. Upon this realization, he then felt enormous regret wash over him for telling you his name. Yoongi would be livid if the empire was affected by Namjoon’s poor judgment, even in the most minuscule of ways. This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You seethed as you released him, “Care to explain yourself?” 

Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.

“None of your concern,” You mocked, “Now take your sloppy friend, an alcohol pad and go-”

Your anger was cut short by a cloth that smelled an awful lot like chloroform engulfing your senses and releasing you from consciousness.

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Temperance Ryder. Pathfinder. Nerd. Lover of Hoods.

Posting these both because honestly @cocotingo did such a marvelous job and the hoodie deserves a showcase. Thank you again, Coco, for your beautiful work. You’ve made me so happy and hopefully I’ll get to commission you again on something else with her, someday!

Honestly, I can’t wait to play. My heart  ♥

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Horsehead Nebula by Ralph Ford
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Thirty minutes of exposure, (3 X 10 min). William Optics Star 71 mm astrograph and Canon XSi. Reworked from a 2015 photo.

anonymous asked:

Today I was at the mall doing exposures with my therapist and she pushed me a little too hard and I ran away and was having a panic attack and she was handling it so well she just stoped me and was like "stop stop stop,, ok take a few deep breaths,, your in the mall in the perfume section,, get out of your head and ground yourself here with me now" and I calmed down so much faster with her there helping me it was incredible and I'm so grateful

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Miami by Eddie 11uisma
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[Taken from our hotel room at the Mandarin Oriental Miami]

BTS: V AU/series

an-exotic-writer:

SPY!AU: Mission Possible

exoticarmy127:

Laws of Motion & Attraction Series (Completed): Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 (Final) | Author’s Note |

taehyungfluffposts:

Dancing in the Practice Room: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | 

Ice Cream: Pt 1 | Pt 2

exobtsimagination:

Supernatural!AU: The Garden of Evil: Red Cow

Are You Nervous: Pt 1 (M) | Pt 2 (M) | Pt 3 (M) | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | 

Dreamy Doctor: Pt 1 |·Pt. 2 | 

Supernatural!AU: Demon

Magic!AU:  Love Spell 

helloblamebts:

Mistakes: Pt 1 (M) | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 (Final)  

Exposure: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 |

btsshortstories:

Prince!AU: Veris: Pt 1 |

thesammtimes:

Mythical!AU: Demon V: Erratic (Part of Mythical BTS AU)

Recommended Order to Reading

Netflix and Chill: Pt 1 (M) | Pt 2 (M) |

modestlydreaming

Invitation (Jimin series): Pt. 1 (m) I  Pt. 2 (m)I Pt. 3 (m) I Pt. 4 (M) I  Pt. 5 (m) I  Pt. 6 - End (m) I

palpitate-hyperventilate:

Highschool!AU: Maybe You Can Stop Before You Start

waitinginthedarke:

New Year (M): Part 1 ft. Jungkook | Part 3 ft. Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, J-hope & Rapmon |

park-jimeme:

Breaking Up: Pt 1 | Pt 2 (Finale) |

INeedUMV!AU: I NEED U |

On Camera: Pt 1 (M) | Pt 2 (M) (Finale) |

Vlogger!AU: Vlog About Me |

Detective!AU: Demure Dalliance: Character Profiles | Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 |

Vampire!AU: La Douleur Exquise (M) 

infireation:

Hold Onto Your Heart ft. Yoongi: Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt. 4 (final)

Serialkiller!AU: L'appel Du Vide (M) | Satisfied (M) |

noir0neko:

My Lady: Pt 1 (M) | Pt 2 (M) |

greasytae:

Dexterity: Pt. 1 (M) | Pt. 2 (M)

puppetwritings:

The Prince and the Pauper: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5  | Pt. 6 | Pt. 6.5 | Pt. 7| Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 | Pt. 10 | Pt. 11 | Pt. 12 (final) I

Dumb Luck: Pt. 1 | Pt 2 |

Youtubers!AU: A Bad Connection: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt 9 (Final) |

Cheshire’s Smile: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 |

keypea:

Hybrids!AU: Moirai ft. Jimin I

noonatrash:

Boyfriend: Pt. 1 I P.t 2 I Pt. 3 I

Anything You Can Do (I Can Do Better): Pt. 1 I Pt. 2 I

Supernatural!AU: What You Don’t Know

queenjunghoseok:

Star Crossed: Pt 1 | | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 |

The Definition of Love: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 |

Sighted: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 |

Stay: Pt 1 | Pt 2 |

causekpop:

He Deserves It:  Pt. 1 ft. Rapmonster I  Pt. 2 ft. Rapmonster I

annyeongs:

Ghost!AU: Pt. 1 I Pt. 2 I

exobtssmutimagination:

Are You Nervous: Pt. 1 (M) I Pt. 2 (M) I Pt. 3 (M) I Pt. 4 I Pt. 5 I

The Better Lover: Pt. 1 I Pt. 2 I Pt. 3 I Pt. 4 I

Garden Of Evil: Prologue I Violet Horse Room I Green Dog Room I Orange Pig Room I Red Cow Room I Black Bear Room I Yellow Frog Room I Blue Goat Room

btsshortstories:

Prince!AU: Pt. 1 I

kainks:

Vampire!AU: Crimsion Kisses I

kareverie:

Vampire!AU: Monster (M)

yoongguksx:

Scandalous (M): Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 |

monstaccato:

F•R•I•E•N•D•S ft. Jimin: Pt 1 (M) |

minsvga:

Children of the Night ft. Taehyung (M): Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 2.5 |

This is a fantasyscape(?) from Windy Point/Mt Lemmon. In the distance is Mt Wrightson ~40miles away. This is a 3 exposure blend, 1 for the sunset/foreground, 1 to capture the city lights and the last one for the stars. Each photo was about 30 minutes apart, so I suppose this is more of a timelapse condensed in to a still frame. I used a polarizer filter to maximize the color from the sunset, a sturdy tripod and a bowl of soup while I waited of course.

Yoosung x MC - Rika’s Exposure (Pt. 3)

y’all are too cute!! I’m so happy that you guys like my writing oml thank you guys so much :) I’ve put my other requests on hold to work on this continuation so i hope you guys like this haha  (⌒▽⌒)☆


You couldn’t believe your eyes… was that really Yoosung? That disfigured and broken boy lying on the hospital bed, it just couldn’t possibly be him. Your vision blurred as your eyes started to fill up with tears. How could this have happened to him? Biting your trembling lip, you reached out for his hand, wary of his bandaged wrists. 

“MC, I’m sure he’ll be okay, he’s a strong boy.” V patted your shoulder reassuringly, but it didn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face. 

“H- how did this happen?" 

"I… don’t know. After I got your message, I went his apartment, and the door was unlocked. Then I went in and I saw Yoosung lying on the floor with-" 

"Stop. Please, no more. I don’t want to hear anymore." 

You were too afraid of V’s description of Yoosung’s broken body lying in a pool of blood to allow him to go on. But more than anything, you were afraid of the truth. The truth that this was all because of you. You didn’t want to hear it - not from V, not from anyone, because you already knew the answer. It was you who broke him; you who cut him, hurt him.

Though the rest of the RFA had visited, you greeted them with complete silence. You stayed by his side and watched the monitor tirelessly, making sure his heart wouldn’t stop beating until night fell, and you finally opened your mouth to speak.

“This- this was all my fault. Please just wake up. I won’t ever bother you again… I just need you to live. I know you can’t hear me right now, but I wanted to let you know that… that I love you, and I’m really, really sorry. I was a selfish, inconsiderate ass and I know I can’t take back what I said. I don’t deserve you, but if you could listen to me just once more - please don’t give up. You have to fight through this, I know you can. The RFA will be here to support you. As for me… I don’t think I have the right to stay with all of you anymore.”

With a deep breath and whatever will you had left in you, you got up from the visiting chair and left the room. Fighting the urge to turn back, you limped your way back to your room, got dressed and disappeared into the night.

A year had passed. Funny how time passes so quickly even when your days are full of guilt and fear. Everyday you wondered how he was doing. Like whether or not he was eating healthily, or if he found someone new, someone better to lean on. There wasn’t a hint of jealousy, only pain and heartaches. The RFA tried to contact you the first few months after you left, but they stopped after that. Maybe they gave up, maybe they realized that they didn’t need you, or maybe they found out the hideous nature of your actions.

But it didn’t matter, right? The RFA had nothing to do with you anymore, and you had nothing to do with them. Then why did it hurt you so much whenever you saw Jumin on the TV? Why did you get an empty pang of guilt in your gut seeing Zen on social media? Why did it break your heart every time you saw the game shop on the corner of the street?

It was because you owed them. You owed them an apology, owed Yoosung an apology. But there was no way you were going to see them again. You couldn’t face them - you didn’t have the right to see them or talk to them. And you certainly did not have the right to see Yoosung. 

On a particularly early morning, you walked groggily into a Starbucks and mumbled your regular order. After what felt like forever, the barista handed you your drink, and you turned around carelessly, conveniently bumping into the person behind you.

“Sorry about that… thank God this had a cap on it.” you said, more to yourself than the other person. You remained staring at your cup of coffee with your mind half awake.

“Yea, it’s no problem.”

There was something familiar about his voice. Something nostalgic. Something sweet. You sighed and finally raised your eyes to meet his. 

Your breath hitched in shock at the sight of his eyes. Purple. 

His eyes were purple. Could that be Yoosung? 

No, his hair was brown. Yoosung had blond-

“Yoosung-oppa! What’s taking you so long? Who are you talking to?” a girl with an annoying tone disrupted your thoughts as you watched her approach him from behind.

“Sorry, I just accidentally bumped into her. I’ll get your coffee now.” He flashed you a kind smile and turned to leave.

And then it hit you. She called him… Yoosung. So it really was him. It was him but he… it was like he didn’t recognize you. 

It was almost as if he had forgotten you completely.


I hope this is okay haha (´•ω•`๑) thanks for reading~ 

P.S. not sure if this can go for part 4 but if anyone’s interested I could churn something up LOL

also regarding the Rika thing uhh i can’t really explain it?? It was just what the original anon requested so xD sorry about that.  And if you’re wondering how V can see let’s just say he got an operation after what Rika did lol.

~Cherry L.


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Lined With Gold by Steve Cole
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anonymous asked:

Imperial Problem Child-verse. I don't know how much you know or care about the Legends timeline or the deleted scenes from ANH. Both had Luke's "friends" at Tosche Station calling him "Wormie" and generally kind of looking down on him. Either way, they'd have a lot of dirt on Luke that'd make a paparazzo very happy. (And probably end with a visit from Darth Dad.) (2/3)

My first exposure to those characters was the original novelization by Lucas when I was…oh geez, what was I…had to have been about eight years old. Found it in my favorite uncle’s stuff, never found out where he got it. So to me, Luke’s “friends” have been part of the story from the get go. I was never sure if some were actually his friends and the others were like the mean popular kids who pretended to be friendly so they could make fun of him (that may have been wee little Radio projecting her entire middle school experience onto Luke though) or if he was just one of those kids who picked up a truly bizarre nickname in childhood that no one would ever let go.

But I imagine the space paparazzi shows up in Anchorhead a few weeks after Luke’s identity is revealed. The older folk don’t want to talk to them. They keep to their own out there, and there’s no use digging up the past. The younger ones are only too happy to share a story or two for a few credits. Deak talks about Luke flying Beggar’s Canyon and threading the Needle – which should’ve probably killed him, but Luke was kinda indestructible so meh – and Windy shrugs and relates a story about once when he and Deak and Luke got framed for killing a gang leader and had to get help from a weird old hermit in the Jundland Wastes.

But then someone starts poking around the old Lars homestead. Then a story runs about the aunt and uncle that raised the prince and it’s almost half conjecture. Then questions start being asked about references found to a “Shmi”. And Luke is furious. Never mind Vader (who was already on the way to Tatooine under the guise of dealing with the Hutts because Luke – and an angry, angry Leia – convinced him that he was going to help rescue Han whether he wanted to or not), Luke loved his aunt and uncle with all his heart and heaven help anyone who doesn’t respect that.

The resulting confrontation leads to a rival publication referring to to other space tabloid as having been “burned by the sunshine prince”