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Real Life is Overrated...

I have about 48 hours before my mother arrives for a nearly month-long visit. My list of things to do before her arrival is still disturbingly long. And while she won’t care that my laundry is backed up to high heaven, my real concern was getting fic written. Which… it hasn’t happened. And I’m pretty sure I have to at least OPEN the document for that to happen. Instead I’m trying to catch up on leaving fic comments and browsing Tumblr.

Originally posted by chuckynachos

Challenge Time

Alrighty, so, I got a pretty cool idea. Take your favorite OC, Fanwalker or Creature, whatever. Got one? Good. Now, find their color identity. 

And build a Commander/EDH deck around them. (Don’t worry about the commander.)

No Staples. No obvious include cards.

Just build flavor. Throw in those crappy, crappy cards that have a fitting flavor in there. You have a Kor Walker? Look, finally a deck for Kor Skyclimber! Got a Kithkin? Straight up Kithkin tribal.

Let’s do this, I want to see what everyone makes up!

If I could go back to my 15 year old self, i would tell myself to enjoy high school, join clubs, and make as many friends as I possibly can. Now that I’m older, I miss my youth a lot. My advice to you guys who are in high school or soon-to-be… Let loose and have fun! I’m pretty sure the idea of growing up and graduating quickly is on everyone’s minds, but you should enjoy your youth while it lasts.

  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –
So I found a website that identifies dogs in a picture and threw BTS members in it...








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