Laying Low

Being on the run came with a list of limitations four parsecs long, like nights-long sessions spent planning and worrying and planning again, or a persistent bellyache you couldn’t be sure was from the strain or steady depletion of food supplies. For the first time in his life, Caleb didn’t mind being coddled when the chance presented itself. It sold the act better.

The answer to your question: almonds.

on april fools day we should all change our icons to this

Next month is the 10 year anniversary. You know what I’m suggesting.

“Alright, up you go.”

“Nnnghhh.”

qui-gon & obi-wan, drabble

Obi-Wan leans ever so slightly against his side, a silent plea for attention.  Unusual, that.  Qui-Gon spares him a glance.  His padawan has been listless since their mission ended, quiet and sticking close to his master like a burr.  There has been no time to tend to him.  Soon, Qui-Gon hopes wearily, soon he will be allowed to prioritize his apprentice.  

The mission comes first.  Not the boy.

Soon enough, Qui-Gon will arrange for their departure, after handling the shaken ministers and organizing the rescue workers.  As for the moment—

Obi-Wan’s face is flushed from the heat.  He runs his fingers through the boy’s sweat-soaked hair, observing how it stands on end.  The heat here exhausts him in a manner that concerns Qui-Gon.

“We will depart on the next tram,” Qui-Gon says lowly.  He feels Obi-Wan nod slightly into his arm.  

They wait, and wait.  The tram does not come.  

The others waiting for evacuation are growing restless.  Some leave.  Others mill around anxiously, while still others lean against the walls and settle on the floor to continue their wait.   The minutes tick by.  Qui-Gon choses an empty corner in the station, and guides his padawan towards it.  He slides with his back against the wall to the floor, and pulls Obi-Wan down with him.  

Obi-Wan slumps beside him, closer than usual. Qui-Gon puts his arm around the boy’s shoulders, maneuvering him down into a reclining position.  Obi-Wan resists.  

“I don’t want to miss anything,” he protests.

“I will let you know when the tram comes,” Qui-Gon assures him.  “Lay your head down.”  And finally the boy gives in, dropping his head on Qui-Gon’s lap.    

I got my commission by @crow085 coloured in & I’m in love 🥲💕

It was a serotonin-boost request made after I watched the CW S05 finale for the first time. Anakin & his Padawan/lil sis Ahsoka are straight chillin in a no stakes situation whilst watching a holo of their fav lady boss in the Senate 😌

Here’s the original line art version~

Anndddddd now I have to write a fanfic. 🤣🤣

"Ahsoka had been raised to accept the inevitable. There is no death, there is the Force. And for a moment, she almost dismissed Liliree’s vow to go quietly as false bravado. But living, no… existing here, it’s possible that she’d been forced to learn what Ahsoka had freely chosen to believe."

Repost from my main blog!

look sometimes it's about the fact that Star Wars is a tragedy and a war and the genocide of so many peoples and sometimes it's about a mentally ill college kid, his funky little mentee, and their three million brother figures with varying impulse control

HIM-

The fact that Anakin was given Ahsoka and immediately built her what is essentially a rear facing booster seat for his Y-bomber is not only desperately charming but easily the funniest shit I have ever seen in my life. I imagine him carefully drafting this on his little engineering lap desk he carries with him during the war, and then at last second is like, in a panicked “holy shit I have a child now” haze, remembers a single line about infants sitting rear facing that he read in a pamphlet once at the space DMV and is like OH NO THATS RIGHT THE BABY HAS TO BE REAR FACING and on his actual honest to god y-bomber that he fights in WAR attaches that shit and is like cool cool cool no doubt no doubt no doubt I can raise a child I can do that

Except Ahsoka is 14 which means this is a grave insult upon her dignity in all ways

Look at this image you just know in your marrow she bitched about this for twenty minutes before Anakin finally bodily put her in himself, this is the PEAK of comedy

I have had a ridiculous number of people reblogging this trying to “well AKSHUALLY” me about it being a gunner seat, as if I don’t know perfectly well that at that point in their production history the B-models of BTL series Y-wings were regularly outfitted with a bubble gunner seat equipped with a 360 degree rotation turret of SW-4 ion cannons, as if I have not regularly salivated over the fact that they have that turret in combination with the forward facing laser canons AND in their later production two proton torpedo launchers (which really, is just excessive, the engineers at Koensayr Manufacturing were WILD for that and I adore them for it), and while I’m on the topic of those snub fighters we see in the Malovence arc, did you know that in canon Anakin fucking STOLE them from the fucking manufacturing yards, i found that out and laughed so loud and so long that I nearly cracked a rib, how DELICIOUS of him….what was I saying…..OH YEAH anyways it’s a car seat and he built it just for her and it has a cupholder for her juice 🥰

Hey is the build a bear employee supposed to force us to jump up and down or are we getting hazed

as a build-a-bear employee it is my honor to happily inform you that we get to make everyone do whatever the fuck we want during a heart ceremony. jump to get that heart beating. rub that heart to your knees so your furry friend always needs you. rub it to your toes so it’s totally awesome! shake it up so it’s got enough energy to hang out with you all day! close your eyes, make a wish, and give it a kiss you helpless motherfucker

Look, reanimation is a Process, okay

“Reanimation is a process” is a sentence that just makes me want to play a Necromancer as a very deadpan Build-A-Bear employee.

Unfriendly reminder that liking and relating to a morally bad character does not make you a bad person. Yes this is about Crosshair.

Enjoying or liking a character does not mean subscribing to the character's values.

The Joker, Darth Vader, Agent Smith, every horror movie villain ever- I love all these characters and I have no desire to justify or replicate their actions.

For fuck's sake, have some critical thinking skills.

I was contemplating more Critical Role fanart while the Sailor Moon theme song was playing and, uh, this was the result. I’d say I’m sorry, but that would be an abject lie.

It’s done!!!!! This headpiece alone took over 20 hours from start to finish but im so dang proud of it!!

It occurred to me that I never posted the final cosplay. I have plans to make alterations (this is about 4 years old) but it was still such a blast to create. I can't wait to wear it to a con again.

I will reblog this everytime I see it until my dying day

What is this?! Why have I never seen this?! 😍😍😍😍😍😍 absolutely awesome!

Yessss

The TIMINGS On this thing

It’s so GOOD