the old strong

So, I’m flipping through Ultimate Star Wars and stopping on the bits that interest me, as one does, and, oh, hey, Obi-Wan’s page!  Let’s check his stats– oh, they have the Stewjon thing.

Well, maybe it’s been decanonized by this point, let me check the da–

Oh, goddamit.  This book was released in 2015, which is after the decanonizing point, SO I GUESS IT’S STILL CANON, ugh.  I hate “Stewjon” so much, just imagine me making the crankiest face right now.

BUT FINE.  I GUESS I GOTTA (SORT OF) ACCEPT IT.

anonymous asked:

I think most good looking suits are just brand new ones. Do you have examples of old but still in good-shape fursuits?

Yeah! There are plenty of suits out there that are at least 3-4 years old and still going strong! I think by 3 years most people either get a suit remade for aesthetic reasons, sell it away to someone who doesn’t take pictures, or just don’t wear it anymore. But here are some good-looking older suits!

Telephone is now around 5 years old! Made by The Phoenix Nest!


This wild-life donkey is 3 years old! 


This winfox suit is 3-4 years old now!


Aaand here’s one of my own suits made by DVC! She’s creeping up on 6 years now, with just the fur on my fingers/palms getting grubby! 


I don’t think the issue is that fursuits don’t last a long time or can’t look good after a long time; it’s just that people don’t wear them after having changed a fursona/gotten less attached to a character. Kitsune (my partial) is basically retired, so even though she’s in good shape I just don’t wear her anymore. 


-milk mod 

Somewhere between wrangling a fragmented toothbrush shank from a (very strong) little old man while two other officers held him still and a nurse gave him a shot in his butt that he begged for, searching a patient that had roaches, waking up from 3 different unrelated nightmares midmorning, ultimately giving up on sleep and cleaning my house instead, to taking a short nap before work only to be awoken by my younger brother calling me trying to sell me adderall, I realized I may as well be dead already.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.