#these are all from like. february LOL

[frostios]

collection of emotes I created for the @sthbigbang event discord! feel free to use them if you'd like!

bonus sonic that never made it to the server. scary.

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Real conversation I had recently. Its HIS DAY!!!

[vanweezer]

from february 💘

[thedrotter]

comic vision by @misterstrawberrypwpw !!! ^^ I was so moved by her most recent comic, it gave me the want to draw it in my own way. Here's that!! (+little bonus alt below)

an alt for a not bloody version of yuu... the point of the comic is how shunkun ends up coping in dreams, but even then I myself had to cope and thus. no blood alt

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday (early cause im offline tmrw)

When the dust settles, Obi-Wan is surprised to find himself still standing.

It takes all of him, he thinks, the end of the war. It takes everything he has.

He used to wonder, in a distant, nebulous way, what it would feel like in the aftermath. How his life would return to the routines he held before Geonosis, if the cadence of Temple life would feel strange and unfamiliar to him after so long spent in the trenches. If he would miss the sound of his men behind and around him, the steady stream of words and laughter and presence of others, at all times, surrounding him.

It’s only when the dust settles, when the first grains of sand whip through the arid desert air to sting his eyes, that he realizes that every time he ever allowed himself to think about the end of the war, he’d always assumed that they would win. He had never truly thought they would be defeated. That the Jedi Order, the Temple itself, so strongly entrenched in the galaxy and in Coruscant and in Obi-Wan’s world view, were capable of falling.

He had cautioned others against the same assumptions the moment he heard them. He had warned his own padawan to not look too far into the future, to not plan too much for the war’s end. He had told many people—clones, civilians, holonet reporters, other Jedi—that it was dangerous to think of the war as something they would inevitably win. Nothing was inevitable, especially not victory.

But he realizes now, only now, only as he traverses the desert on the back of a stolen eopie, wearing robes still smelling so strongly of volcanic sulfur that his eyes are stinging with reactionary tears, that he’d thought. He’d always thought. 

He’d never really considered…this.

This aftermath, where he is still standing on shaking legs and everything that he has ever cared for in the world has become ash, has become the dust settling around him.

Everything he has ever known and loved and fought for has slipped through his fingers. When the dust settles, when he looks down at his hands, he expects to find them empty.

Instead, there is a baby in his arms.

And he knows—he knows intimately how much damage these hands are capable of. What hurt these hands can inflict even on those he loves. Loved. 

He knows, as the homestead rises up in the fading light of the two suns, that these hands should not cradle this baby. Not the son of the man he has murdered. Not his brother’s son. Not his padawan’s. Not Anakin’s.

He knows the babe is safest here on this farm in the care of this couple. He knows he must leave the child with them, to raise and love a thousand times better than he is capable of. He has tried before. He has failed one Skywalker already.

He knows. 

And he can’t. He cannot let him go.

While the Galactic empire rises on one side of the galaxy, the dust settles on the other and Obi-Wan Kenobi looks down at the babe in his hands and realizes that he cannot let him go.

Not another Skywalker.

[why-the-heck-not]

got a new laptop, feeling like a kid on christmas eve & I’m learning to use notion bc idk it fits the agenda of today (which is to transfer my life onto this one now)

[a2zillustration]

2021 Hourly Comics Day

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[fairyroses]

She was the only thing I was living for. I’m sorry for your loss, sir, but right now we need to get you airborne. Police will be here any minute. I’m well aware of that. I’m turning myself in.

— SMALLVILLE, “Bizarro” (7.01)

[pikhachu]

its time for this thang again lesgo

[musical-chick-13]

WAIT JANUARY ENDS TOMORROW THANK GOD

[scionshtola]

i’ve talked about island fic so much i feel kind of annoying about it i need to just channel all this into the next one

[icewindandboringhorror]

misc photo diary stuff.. also this unintentionally all matches sort of lol.. warm toned photos?

[billdenbrough]

BLOOD EVERYWHERE

aftg · aaron minyard centric · 10.5k, t on trauma, mirrors, and memories

Before Nicky can do more than open his mouth, Andrew says, “I’m abstaining from violence.” Nicky closes his mouth and looks at him. Andrew smiles, almost as guileless as when he’d been on his meds, and spreads his hands. “Joan of Exy’s convinced me.” Aaron snorts. That seems to wake Kevin up, and gets him back on track. “Andrew’s not involved,” he tells Nicky impatiently. “Between Aaron and Neil.” “Why are Aaron and Neil fighting?” Nicky wants to know. “They’re not,” Kevin says at the same time that Neil says, “He’s jealous of my superior relationship,” and Aaron says, “Have you met him?”

read on ao3

[cultivating-wildflowers]

🎹

[sysig]

Your Weekly TV Guide

On Monday you can expect:

2:30 PM: Fellplates

And Tuesday:

2:30 PM: Adventure Time - Simon(s)

Wednesday:

2:30 PM: Pajama Sam

Thursday:

2:30 PM: PJSam

Friday:

2:30 PM: Star Control II - Helix

Saturday:

2:30 PM: The Mouse and the Mermaid

Sunday:

2:30 PM: Handplates

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[running-in-the-dark]

my (virtual) meeting with my thesis advisor is in... 7 hours. I'm sort of almost finished writing the exposé that I was supposed to write. sort of. I'll probably need another hour or two until I feel okay enough about it to actually get any sleep.

unfortunately my left arm is realllly starting to hurt and I can't lift it much anymore (thanks to the covid booster I got today). hopefully I'll get it done anyway. and hopefully the pain won't be so bad that I can't sleep.