I’m endlessly thrilled by the physical parallels between these two pairs. Sherlock and his mother with the popped collars; John and Sherlock’s father with the matching shirts, the unassuming jackets, and even the way they part their hair. Sherlock and his mother sit forward, perched on the seat; John and Sherlock’s father lean back.

Complete flake, my wife, but happens to be a genius…she’s unbelievably hot!

Proof that Ezra is meant to be Indian

i have all the actual reciepts right here:

okay so first we have the thing that Ezra is CLEARLY brown skinned (don’t y’alltry to deny it HE IS BROWN)

His mother’s name is Mira, an Indian name - I wonder why that is????

His code name for going undercover was ‘Dev’, also an INDIAN name, hmmm that can’t just be a coincidence now can it?

and now I get the info that Lothal on Earth is one of the most prominent cities of the ancient Indus valley civilisation, located in the Bhāl region of the modern state of Gujarāt and dating from 3700 BCE


How the hell do people write fanficton.

I want to write so bad but I’m terrified that I’ll write out of character? I’m sitting here thinking up plots and AUs and ficlets and stuff that I’m so excited about, and I just can’t put words on paper (or a word document, heh).

What would ______ character do in this situation? I don’t know, I’m not them.

A Matter Of Time

So hey, in honor of valentines day and bunch of headcannons I couldn’t draw out, I wrote some fiction! \(8u8)/  Shoutout to @hybridshadowz and @fkingcaramel for helping, yall are gems <3

This will be a good few chapters long, so give me any feedback ya’ll want! ^u^ Happy early valentines day~

(Do not repost my art/writing)

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i’m the biggest trash ever so i made a ff rec list… tell me if you read one of them bc they are all gOOD i love talking about these

i didn’t put any voltron fic tho bc i’ve read like?? 2? (the 2 with the more kudos on ao3 i guess). same for haikyuu,, anyways if you have any rec tell me!!


Imagine being told that the universe is full of light.
Once you open your eyes, the light will guide you and comfort you in your darkest moments.
Now, imagine realizing that the light exists, but that you’re blind, you’ve always been blind, and you’re never going to see anything.

» Theron Shan, The Lost Suns

boy with eyes as bright
as a blue supergiant star,
who sees the universe and thinks
adventure. who finds solace
among ice giants and meteors alike.

boy who broke apart.
boy who came back to life and
strapped his jigsaw pieces together
using sticky glue and medical tape.
boy who refused to back down.

boy who rivals atlas with the
strength of his shoulders. boy who
tried to hold a planet close as it broke
apart, continents scattered and sharp, 
but still he refused to let go.

boy with hands so warm
you think they attempt to mimic
the heat of the stars he stares at
with those Rigel eyes. these hands 
could hold your heart steady with ease.

(and they do, they hold you all).



No, bulls would gum it. They’d flash their dusty standards at the wide-eyes and probably find some yegg to pin, probably even the right one. But they’d trample the real tracks and scare the real players back into their holes, and if we’re doing this I want the whole story. No cops, not for a bit. (Brick, 2005)

About Kalanti

Credit to @kilshade for the screenshots (you the best!)

So, although Kalanti is in the Smuggler class, she doesn’t smuggle stuff a lot; she’s a bit more of an explorer.

On her homeworld of Mirial, there were almost always clouds. The sun and the moon were rare things to see. But sometimes, the clouds would clear at night and Kalanti would star-gaze with her father. When she was 12, she announced her dream to become an explorer and have adventures all across the galaxy. She desperately wanted to leave the planet. Her parents were shocked and urged her to stay with her people. They warned her that the galaxy was a dangerous place, especially when it was at war.

Kalanti ignored her parent’s wishes and when she was 19, she escaped the planet on her father’s ship, the Suubatar. Her first stop was Coruscant, where she learned ship maintenance and underworld dealings from a pirate crew (to be expanded upon aka thought of more later). She loved Coruscant, and the amount of different people there. 

Life seemed a dream, until she arrived on Ord Mantell and her ship was stolen by Skavak. She was shocked and hurt, as she had started to kinda like Skavak. 

As she and Corso hunted Skavak, Kalanti saw first hand how horrible people could be. When she had thought of adventures, she thought of swash-buckling heroes, damsels-in-distress, etc, but she could have never expected how cruel even the so-called heroes could be. She confessed to Corso one night that the galaxy was just too big for a girl like her.

I’m not absolutely sure how the rest of the Smuggler storyline goes, but Kalanti pretty much follows it. After getting her ship back, Kalanti considers going back home, but the truth is, she almost enjoyed the real thrill of an adventure. As the story continues, Kalanti has many moments like this, considering going home but wanting to stay. 

Finally, after seeing how the war affected the citizens of the Republic, Kalanti decides to stop doubting herself and the galaxy and help them.

so i’ve been working on p 4 of the timetraveling rots!vader au and it’s …. turning out to be pretty long. I didn’t really want to devote more than one whole part to dooku and kamino, mainly because that would be one whole part without vaderkin, and he’s like …. the important part of this story

but im still not thru with it and it’s 7.8k words so far so hmmm

additionally, pretty much the entire kamino part of it is nothing but 3k words of

Obi-Wan: [Kill Bill Sirens]

which is entertaining and therapeutic, but I’ll have to reevaluate and make sure this is really where obi-wan’s head is (probably, actually, considering how hot-headed he was up until his master got cut down in front of him)

of course his mission partner does not approve

“You are a far worse Jedi than Qui-Gon Jinn has ever dreamed of being,” Dooku says scathingly the moment they’re aboard the Jedi courier.

Verse Update: Written in the Stars

Marshal Frank Doyle brings the outlaws of Mars to justice, but one thief always eludes his grasp. The criminally charming Sadie “The Phantom” Parker seems to be one step ahead of him at all times. Even when he does manage to catch her and take her into custody, he’s always the one that ends up handcuffed and locked in one of the Marshal Station’s holding cells. But Frank doesn’t mind too much, since it means that he gets another chance to chase his sort-of nemesis, almost-girlfriend across the red plains, and honestly, it’s kind of fun.

when is someone going to write sinjir/conder fic, i’ve been waiting for ages

am i gonna have to….actually do this myself, damn it

You must be somewhere in the stars (Leia x Han TFA fanfiction)

{Please do not read this if you’ve not yet seen The Force Awakens. Major spoilers within.}

She steps off the transport behind her troops, and finds his eyes first.

She’s not surprised.

Though Han is certainly not Force-sensitive, they have long had a connection; she’s always been able to feel when he’s near. She doesn’t understand how the Force works, and has never wanted to learn, though Luke has tried to explain it to her time and again. Their connection has never been like hers with her brother. She cannot feel Han’s emotions, nor can she sense his thoughts (thank the gods, she thinks). Han’s existence is simply a part of her; throughout the years and over all their separations, she has always known he is.

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Nara’s done it again. Not just done it. She’s OVER done it. Did she buy every single kind of box/form of chocolate at the store? All of which was piled neatly on her dining room table? Of course she did. She had to be sure she got something he liked. The amount of atmosphere in her apartment was overwhelming too. Were those rose petals strewn about? How many candles had she taken the time to carefully light? Her body is draped in a lovely dress, one that screams sexy but sweet, makeup perfectly painted on for their dinner plans later that evening. She’d booked a reservation for one of the most expensive restaurants in town. The silly woman’s even got every kind of flower imaginable in the most ridiculously sized bouquet anyone has ever seen. And she’s nervously thrusting it into his hands the moment he knocks on the door…. Because she knows she may have gone a bit overboard…. Again. And she’s only just noticed just at this moment. Well… Too late to go back now! “H- happy Valentine’s Day!”

VALENTINES DAY 2017 || [ Bravo Nara ] 

Fuck. He should have seen this coming. He knows he probably fucked this up before he even makes it to the doorway. The mood lighting bleeds through the blinds and the flicker of candles sends shadows against them. The small crudely wrapped box is gripped in his hand. Maybe it’s not as bad as he thinks it is? The moment he raps a fist against the door Nara emerges, and he’s very succinctly proven that, no, it’s just as much as he imagined. More so. The flowers in her hands, the lovely dress she wore (he’s in a suit jacket and slacks, but he hardly feels comparable to her with his messy hair and bits of stubble), and the conventions worth of chocolates on the counter.

“Y-yeah! Happy Valentine’s day, Doe!” He calls back, awkwardly, he can’t even see her face properly past all of the flowers. it takes an awkward shuffle of his hands so he can get the bouquet into the crook of his arm. In doing so his gift falls to the threshold. “Shit. That uh. Don’t worry about that, really.” He makes an attempt to grab it, but Nara has already pulled the box into her hands, eyes lit up as if she’s holding an honest to god Star or something. Why? It’s just… she opens it. Inside is a packet of rose seeds. Wylan is blushing furiously now and trying his damnedest to laugh it off while running a hand over his face and through his hair.

“Shit. Fuck. I was thinking… well, mostly trying to think because I haven’t thought about something like this in forever. But. I thought we could grow them or something? Together? Wow, that sounded better in my head. I’m sure I can get better tomorrow. I can… owe you?”