#satin finish

[caggianopottery]

A lovely lidded pumpkin.

Lidded Pumpkin Jar

*SOLD* 💖

Size: 3.25” L, 3.25” W, 3.5” H

Opening: Approx ~1.5” W

Tea light Holder, Incense Cone Burner, Trinket Jar, or Jewelry Dish

Fits a standard tealight or incense cone.

Suitable for indoor and outdoor decoration.

A one-of-a-kind ceramic art piece.

As always, please share if you enjoy my art. 🥰

[gallimaufryish]

[sumonkumar1313]

(via Maybelline Hyper Easy Liquid Pen No-Skip Eyeliner, Satin Finish, Waterproof Formula)

[seivern]

Single Wall Home Bar in Sydney Example of a large classic single-wall ceramic tile and gray floor wet bar design with an undermount sink, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, gray backsplash, marble backsplash and gray countertops

[foxglovethreads]

it's finally finished~ i'm going to transfer it to it's new frame when it's not just gone half past midnight lmao

[sare11aa11eras]

Conservation of warmth

[Image Description: colored drawing of two people, Jon Snow and Satin of the Night’s Watch, sleeping next to each other in bed. They are shown from about the waist up, from a bird’s eye perspective. Jon is on the left-hand side, Satin on the right. Jon sleeps on his back, his hands on his chest. His hair is in one long braid behind him. Satin sleeps on his side, angled towards Jon. His hair is loose. They are both visibly wearing long-sleeved black shirts, although Jon’s collar is undone. The sheets and pillows are in varying shades of grey to black. The blanket has a few colorful patches on it. Their mouths are slightly open as they sleep. /End ID.]

[bittybatarts]

the powers of polymer clay means i can make my own toys

[aviyx]

another random sketch

[cerealbishh]

"... Why can't I stop talking?" // "Which is why I am saying so many words to you right now..."

🎥: @cwamc & @starcuffedjeans

[renesassing]

How do you think Revan would feel about Satine and the New Mandalorian pacifist movement?

revan would think satine and the new mandalorians are absolutely bonkers but i also i think revan gets satine in a way no one else really does. ultimately satine is to the mandalorians what revan is to the jedi and the weight of that, i think, is greater than revan's respect for mandalorian warrior culture.

also like. i gotta give satine + the new mandalorians the same treatment i give revan cause. i think i made a post on it before but the fact that satine and her movement exists and yet the primary focus of her character is basically to be obi-wan's padmé drives me up the wall. we're given the most radical philosophical shift in mandalorian history and half of the time we could spend on it is taken up by obitine shit. which isn't to mean the relationship itself is bad it's just kind of in the way. i don't understand the writing direction in making a character who was born + raised into one of the oldest warrior cultures in star wars and apparently spent a good portion of their teenage years on the run (idk if i'm remembering that right and i'm too lazy to look it up) and churn them out as like. what we see satine as in tcw. really speaks to the fact she was made as obi-wan's girlfriend first and a radical revolutionary second.

[halfagonyandhope]

before anybody has to bleed

"May I suggest, Master, that we give Kenobi one last chance? The support of a Jedi of his integrity would be invaluable in establishing the political legitimacy of our Empire."

"Ah, yes. Kenobi." His Master's voice went silken. "You have long been interested in Kenobi, haven't you?"

"Of course. His Master was my Padawan; in a sense, he's practically my grandson—"

"He is too old. Too indoctrinated. Irretrievably poisoned by Jedi fables. We established that on Geonosis, did we not? In his mind, he serves the Force itself; reality is nothing in the face of such conviction."

— Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith novelization

---

Her comm blinks through the dark.

She’s half asleep, half alert, and thinks it might be a dream – because only one person has the frequency of this particular secure comm device, and he’s never used it, not once.

Until now.

Satine struggles against the duvet for a second before managing to reach the ornate bedside table. She answers the call and sits up, and the last of her dreams leave her.

“Obi?” she says, in quiet disbelief.

Her comm blinks through the dark.

She’s half asleep, half alert, and thinks it might be a dream – because only one person has the frequency of this particular secure comm device, and he’s never used it, not once.

Until now.

Satine struggles against the duvet for a second before managing to reach the ornate bedside table. She answers the call and sits up, and the last of her dreams leave her.

“Obi?” she says, in quiet disbelief.

“I woke you,” comes the voice from the other end, usually so calm and centered but not so tonight. “Of course, I apologize; my timing is terribly inconvenient – ”

She cuts him off. “That is inconsequential,” she says, shifting her legs so her feet can slide into the slippers next to her bed. She stands and shrugs on a robe. “What has happened? Are you alright?”

Obi-Wan breathes out deeply. “Not in the commonly-used definition of that word,” he eventually says.

Satine waits, knowing if she asks more questions, he’ll give her more non-answers.

“I just returned from Serenno,” he begins, and Satine stills. She reminds herself to keep breathing as he continues. “It was not the original destination I’d been sent, but it became apparent rather quickly that whatever threat the Jedi thought they would address on this mission…it had been manufactured precisely because the Jedi would address it.”

“The Jedi were baited?”

Obi-Wan doesn’t answer right away, and Satine hears sounds of traffic around him, and then the sound of rustling fabric.

“Where are you, Obi?”

“Lower levels of Coruscant,” he says, and she understands immediately what he doesn’t have to say: he can’t be overheard by the Jedi.

Satine bites her lip.

“To answer your question: yes, we were baited. But the bait was specifically for me.” His voice drops in volume. “The leads I had led me to Serenno. I knew why I was going before I set foot on the planet.”

“Risky,” murmurs Satine. 

She can hear the wry smile in his voice as he responds, “You would have done the same.”

“Perhaps,” she says. “I assume this was Count Dooku’s plan? Whatever would he want with you?”

Obi-Wan breathes in. “On Geonosis, a couple standard years ago, he…” He clears his throat. “Dooku asked me to join him, to defeat the Sith. He said the Republic was under the control of a Sith lord. A complete lie of course,” he says quickly, as though to convince himself.

Satine hesitates.

“Don’t tell me you believe him?” asks Obi-Wan, incredulously.

“Dooku is a liar,” says Satine firmly. “But that does not mean that every sentence he has ever uttered was false.” She tries to make her tone gentle, but she’s not sure she succeeds. “What else did he tell you on Geonosis?”

She can almost hear his eye roll through the transmission. “That the Dark side has clouded the vision of the Jedi. That the Sith were the root of the corruption in the Senate. That we could weed out the corruption…if I joined him.”

Satine leans against the transparisteel of the door to her balcony, blissfully cool against her hot skin. She feels her heart pulse. “Obviously, you refuted him, or we would not be having this conversation,” she says. “So I presume him luring you to Serenno was more of the same?”

“Precisely,” says Obi-Wan. 

“And again, you must have refused. So what do I owe the pleasure of this late call?”

Obi-Wan’s silence slices through her ribcage, piercing her heart.

“You did refuse, did you not?” she whispers.

“I didn’t agree to join him,” hisses Obi-Wan. “But I didn’t refute him, either.”

“Ben…”

“My master trusted this man, Satine. You heard how Qui-Gon spoke about him. And this forsaken war – it drags on. And on. Whenever we feel we are close to ending it, we find out we’ve been outwitted. And even though Dooku was saying more of the same, I began to wonder…could he be right? Is that why we haven’t been able to make headway? Are we being played from the inside?”

“I could have answered that question for you before the Republic joined the war,” says Satine, and she makes no effort to hide her acerbic tone. “All war is a game. There are no winners – just players.”

“I’m well aware of your feelings on the subject,” says Obi-Wan, and it’s clear he doesn’t have time for a lecture. “I called you because I want someone to tell me I haven’t gone mad for considering he might be telling the truth about this.”

The tension leaves her shoulders. “You haven’t gone mad, Obi-Wan,” she says gently. 

“Do you think he’s lying?”

Satine closes her eyes. “Would Qui-Gon think it is a lie? What would he tell you to do?”

Obi-Wan half-sighs and half-laughs. “Qui-Gon would tell me to look for the truth, even if the Council are convinced they already know it. He would tell me to look for the truth precisely because the Council are convinced they already know it.”

“He was wise, Obi.”

“I miss him.”

“I do, too.” Satine smiles sadly and opens her eyes. “But he passed that wisdom to you. Use it.”

The disbelief in his tone is clear, despite the static of the transmission. “Are you suggesting I tell Dooku that I accept?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Satine says. “I am suggesting that you present this to the Council, similarly as you did to me – though I would also suggest that less is more with them. Tell them an opportunity has arisen to spy on Dooku. It would not be the first time the Council has tried to gather intelligence on him.”

“You know about that?”

“Asajj Ventress is at the top of most governments’ Most Wanted lists, so yes, we know about that.”

“Never doubt Mandalorian intelligence,” says Obi-Wan, and she knows he’s impressed.

“You need the Council’s support if you are to infiltrate Dooku’s circle,” says Satine. “Mainly, it would be impossible to hide an extended period of absence as this would require. And your former apprentice would probably track you down if he thought something was amiss.”

Obi-Wan chuckles. “You are…not wrong about that.”

“You will need to frame this carefully,” Satine continues. “They will pull you the moment they suspect you think Dooku has made a valid point. They are so focused on not losing the war that they are losing sight of how best to end it.”

He is quiet for some time, and Satine listens to him breathe. 

Then, he says, “I fear I am as well.”

“That fear is why you are not, you know.”

She suspects he’s smiling, just a little. “The war must end,” he says. He’s on the move again, and the sounds of the city around him almost drown out his words. Satine strains to hear. “So that there can be an after.”

Satine has indulged herself of countless plans for this after, from abdicating her title and facilitating free elections to retiring to Kalevala. She knows Obi-Wan would have made a fine Duke Consort, though he would have despised it, and that was only one of the many advantages that had occurred to her of abdication.

She thinks he too, perhaps, dreams of such a life.

“Obi,” says Satine, pulling him back to her. “Do not forget whose side you are on.”

His reply is immediate, his calm palpable.

“Yours, Satine. I’m on your side, and it would be nigh impossible to forget that.”

[boag]

Found the perfect rosy brown lipstick in a box of my old belongings I think I haven’t worn this since I was like 17… it’s gonna slay when I dye my hair a deeper ginger color

[wackusbonkus22]

Star wars women😍

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Instant tears. Every time. 💔

[tetedurfarm]

scenes from the rabbit show

[snow-blower]

I feel like if Jon fucked a guy, he'd be a major sub. No doubts.