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mistysblueboxstuff · 2 years ago
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do not go gentle into that good night
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lamaenthel · 1 year ago
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Good Big
Obi-Wan's morning meditation is interrupted by a little Togruta youngling who wants some attention.
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Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn
Total Word Count: 1,443
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There is no emotion, there is peace.
Obi-Wan let his mind go as flat and tranquil as the surface of a still pond. It was imperative that he get his thoughts in order before his mission. He reached out, as Master Qui-Gon so often reminded him to do, to the Living Force; he surrounded himself with the soft, green whispers of the plants that echoed through the Room of a Thousand Fountains and used them to anchor himself to the present moment.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
Despite his best efforts to stay in the here and now, doubt crept in like a fog around his presence in the Force. It brought a sticky layer of apprehension with it; was it a warning from the Force about his mission, or something else? It was frustratingly omnipresent. It felt like eyes were watching him from the dark, like bubbles of a cailpeach were breaking upon the surface of a loch. There was no definitive scream of danger he could identify, just a vague sense of dread.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders and straightened his spine. The feeling of being watched intensified and split off into something more tangible; he cracked open his eye and glanced to the right. A bush of aura blossoms shook and he heard a distinct, tiny, ekekeke noise come from somewhere within. He bit down a smile and pretended not to hear it. The bush growled and shook again, then an orange and blue blur launched from within the iridescent flowers and landed on him.
"Hi Bobi!" Ahsoka said, giggling madly. She settled on her back in his lap like a tooka begging for belly scratches and blinked up at him with her big, blue-rimmed porg eyes.
"Hello, mo nighean." Obi-Wan gently booped her nose. "Were you hunting me?"
"No," she said innocently. "Just, um, just making sure nobody else was." 
"How very thoughtful of you." Obi-Wan lifted her up, recrossed his legs, then settled her upright in his lap. "And who should we expect to come looking for you? Plo, or Vereixem?"
"Vereixem," she admitted. "I can be here, though. He put up the squashes for me."
"The squashes?" Obi-Wan rapidly searched his memory for what she could possibly be referring to. 
"Full of meats." She pointed straight up; Obi-Wan followed her finger to a blue sǫnkë squash with pink stripes hanging from a tree branch high above their heads. He squinted and thought he saw a sausage poking out of one of the hollowed-out sides. "He said I can hunt 'em. I'm not 'posed to hunt the birdies because it, um, it hurts 'em, even if I careful."
Obi-Wan was impressed by the creativity of the casualty-free enrichment activity for the tiny huntress. "Would you like to meditate with me? I've a very important mission to prepare for."
"What's a mission?" Ahsoka asked, tilting her head. 
"It's a task that the Council gives a Jedi when they're grown up," Obi-Wan replied. "I'm headed to Naboo. Have you ever heard of Naboo?"
"Naboo?" She slipped her chubby little hand behind his neck and played with his Padawan braid. "I like that name. Naboooo—"
"Yes, Naboo," Obi-Wan chuckled. "Perhaps I should bring you along. We can use your Empathy to make trade negotiations smoother, hmm?"
"Negoshins?" Ahsoka asked worriedly. Her face screwed up in thought. "I don't know what they is." 
"It's when people want to do things in different ways, but they can only do it one way," Obi-Wan explained. "So they have to talk it out and decide what's fair for everyone."
"Oh." Ahsoka still looked worried, but she raised her chin bravely. "If you, um, you need my help with 'em, then I help."
"It would make things easier, but I believe Master Qui-Gon and I will be able to handle them." Obi-Wan rested his chin between her montral nubs. "I leave in a few hours. Would you like to help me meditate, or would you prefer to keep hunting your squashes?"
"How long will you be gone?" Ahsoka asked, disappointment heavy in the Force around her.
"I don't expect the negotiations to take too long. A few days, perhaps."
"Then I can help you, with, um, do this." Ahsoka closed her eyes and matched his breathing. "There is no emotion, there is peace." 
"Good girl." Obi-Wan pressed a kiss between her montrals before he closed his eyes and allowed the Living Force to envelop him again; this time, with a small, purring anchor in his lap emanating happiness in a way that felt oddly… blue. "Is that you helping, mo nighean?" he asked her with a quiet chuckle.
"You wanted help, so I give you special 'Soka help," she said. She brushed his arm hair back and forth against the grain with careful little fingers. "I not pushin', don't worry."
"I didn't think you were pushing, dearest," Obi-Wan assured her.
" 'Cause we talked about it and you said it wasn't nice." Ahsoka craned her head back and looked at him upside down. "I don't push feelings anymore."
"That's because you're a very good girl who listens." Obi-Wan kissed her nose, making her giggle. "But why are you giving me special 'Soka help?"
Ahsoka reached up and gently touched the mole on his forehead. "You got all buzzy and… and, um, light. White, I mean. Why you nervous, Bobi?" 
Obi-Wan sighed. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I just have a feeling that something very big is about to happen."
"Bad big, or good big?"
Obi-Wan bit the inside of his cheek. "Both, I think," he said softly. "It's hard to say right now."
"I think it'll be good big," Ahsoka decided. "It's gonna be really, really good, and it'll make us smile and make us happy."
"I certainly hope so." Obi-Wan suddenly felt the strong urge for a nap, but its abruptness made him suspect that it wasn't an urge that belonged to him. "Are you tired, mo nighean?" 
"No," Ahsoka lied, yawning.
"Mmm. I think maybe you're a little more—"
"Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon's voice was so unexpected that it made him jump. "Didn't you tell me you were coming here to meditate?" 
"I did, Master," Obi-Wan said defensively, immediately blushing. "I got a bit… distracted, is all."
"Mmm. You seemed to have picked up a little tick again. I did warn you about going through the brush, did I not?" Qui-Gon's hair fell forward around his face as he bent over. "Hello, Ahsoka."
"Hi, Kai-Gon," Ahsoka said cheerily. Though her Basic had strongly improved since she had come to the Temple a year ago, she hadn't quite mastered the first syllable of his Master's name yet. 
"Are you distracting my Padawan, little one?" Qui-Gon put his hands out to pick her up. 
"No, I helpin'," she insisted, settling on his hip. "Special 'Soka help."
"Ah. The very best kind." Qui-Gon rubbed his nose against hers gently and made her laugh. "Vereixem asked me if I'd seen her when I arrived. Given that I knew you had come here to meditate, Obi-Wan, I had a feeling that she wouldn't be far." He looked down his nose at her knowingly. "It's nap time for you."
"Not tired!" Ahsoka protested, fighting not to yawn again.
Qui-Gon chuckled. "That, little tick, is a fight you'll have to have with Vereixem. Now say goodbye to Obi-Wan."
Ahsoka reached a hand down to Obi-Wan. "Bye, Bobi," she said sadly.
Obi-Wan kissed her fingers. "Goodbye, little one."
" 'Member, it's a good big." She waved at him over Qui-Gon's shoulder as he walked away with her, taking away the warm blue feeling of happiness with them.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the Force. By the time his Master returned, he'd begun to gently float a few inches off the ground. "So what is this, ah, good big I've heard about?" Qui-Gon asked lightly as he rejoined him.
"I'm not sure," Obi-Wan answered honestly. "I have a feeling things are going to change, Master, but I'm not sure for the better."
Qui-Gon crossed his legs on the ground across from him with a quiet grunt. Obi-Wan could tell by the way he leaned to the side that his back was bothering him today. "Stay in the present, Obi-Wan. The Force decides what will come next. All we can do is make sure that we are in the place where it needs us the most, and that we let it guide our hands when the time comes."
"Of course, Master." Obi-Wan bowed his head and ignored the way that the loch in his mind bubbled.
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MÁOR-GRASTA TRANSLATIONS
Mo nighean: my girl
Cailpeach: an equine ambush predator that lives in lakes, native to Stewjon
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Vereixim: Veh-RAY-shim
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agaycabbage · 1 year ago
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You have to make it through today.
Whether you live to see tomorrow because you're doing okay...
or because Mitch McConnell and Henry Kissinger are still alive and you damn well better outlive them...
You can make it to see tomorrow. You will. 💜
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crowleyscleaninglady · 1 year ago
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I don’t know if I have the words to do it justice so please go listen to this
He captures it perfectly. Many make the mistake of screaming this as full keel but this keeps it the rage just barely contained
I feel in love with this poem when I was young and to hear it by my favorite actor is something beautiful and haunting
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aurallistine · 2 years ago
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Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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shylikethat · 1 year ago
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— excerpt from my current wip, do not go gentle
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millionsknives · 2 years ago
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charles bukowski
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cliozaur · 2 years ago
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It's heartbreaking! 😭 But I still regret I cannot see it
"We bring the wealth of our experiences, losing parents, facing our own mortality, seeing our friends disappearing at a rate of knots. I've found this both confronting and life affirming," Phillip Quast, who leads the expedition in the role of Robert Scott, said.
"There's not a single person that could come to this theatre and not have some experience of what the subject matter is.
"It's challenging the notion of whether or not you keep finding that exploration and discovery in ageing, and the journey towards dying as something interesting.
"It's a deeply personal experience."
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javertwenttoheaven · 2 years ago
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"Quastie the snowman"
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mistysblueboxstuff · 2 years ago
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didn't fold the laundry, painted this instead
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lamaenthel · 1 year ago
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Alright lovelies, so sorry but I sprained a tendon in my thumb and I cannot type for more than 5 seconds with my left hand without being in absolute agony. This understandably slows down 🌈The Process🌈 so I'm taking a brief break from Tivaevae, and the next two uploads will be one-shots I've already written. I feel like shit for missing uploads on this bc I am putting my whole pussy into this fic but I hope y'all understand (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)
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scheherazades-vigil · 2 years ago
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I got an ask that disappeared at some point, about my existential crisis possum mug being wrecked and if I was making another.
this mug, I assume:
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I did make a copy of this one, but forgot to take pictures lol. it’s still slowly drying on my shelf
I also carved a canine take on the mug too:
and I made an entirely different existential crisis possum mug just for fun
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for-the-love-of-javert · 6 months ago
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Philip Quast rehearsing for his role as Robert Scott in The Sydney Theatre Company's 'Do Not Go Gentle' in 2023
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snowangeldotmp3 · 27 days ago
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btw i feel like this shouldn't have to be said but the reason that agatha hates rio is because agatha didn't get to say goodbye to nicky. rio couldn't offer her any more time. and, in rio's mind, nicky going peacefully in his sleep (and even telling him to turn around and kiss agatha goodbye!!) is the one grace rio feels she can give agatha. nicky doesn't suffer. he doesn't fight. he just...goes. he goes on a walk with his mother and kisses his mama goodbye. but agatha doesn't get to say goodbye!!! she doesn't get those final moments with him!! she wakes up and he's already gone.
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egophiliac · 1 month ago
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Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point
(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)
Have a nice day !
you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...
(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")
all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.
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(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)
as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.
(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#gentle spoilers but y'know. just in case#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#most of the kitchen scene was jade messing with the firsties and that was so delightful that i didn't think til after#that you'd think sebek would have made some kind of reference to lilia 'i lost my tastebuds in the war' vanrouge's quote-unquote cooking#ah well. jade being mean is more than entertaining enough#looking forward to more of it tomorrow!#god. lilia and idia though.#lilia is like. genuinely idia's best friend and neither of them have any idea#and idia keeps doing that 'ha ha what if we were friends out of game too? what if we met offline? jk jk jk uNLESS...👉👈'#and then he immediately chickens out because he's so convinced that crimson will hate him if they ever met irl#(meanwhile lilia is just like 'my online bestie is so cool :) la la la')#they are both so stupid and i love them so much#i've just realized that i actually do want them to find out each other's identities#because idia doesn't just go to school with his online bff#he ALSO goes to school with his online bff's extremely supportive and extremely socially-inept kids#idia is going to get invited to dinner at diasomnia and it's going to be SO awkward#silver is going to give a long formal speech thanking him for being a stalwart comrade and trusted warrior brother to his father#as sebek stews in jealousy that idia got to fight by lilia-sama's side >:(#while idia sits there like 'all i did was link him a video about lane control for his character class'#malleus will make such an effort to learn literally anything about online gaming and he won't understand a word of it#it will be SUCH a disaster and i very much do want it now
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lamaenthel · 2 years ago
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THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT AND YOU ARE SO TALENTED
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(Read left to right)
-At least he wasn't going insane. He was just being emotionally manipulated by a baby. That was… not better, now that he thought about it-
You guys should read Porg Eyes by @lamaenthel cause it melted my heart with how cute it was! There's really not enough young distater lineage interacting with just ashoka and obi so this was so great to read.
Credit for dialog from Porg Eyes on Ao3
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