#thoughts with luke

[fixfoxnox]

This is why I'm not the biggest fan of the Price is the dad of the 141 headcanons, because what people fail to understand is that the person on the leash is actually Price

[dionboop]

JAKE MARTIN NATION WHAT IS GOING ONNNN

WHY IS ONE OF MY GIFSETS SUDDENLY GETTING WAY MORE ATTENTION WHATS HAPPENING DID FREDDIE DO SOMETHING NEW OR WHAR

[stealingpotatoes]

i love comparing the fake stories that each twin was told

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[eldritch-ace]

POV: The last jedi (and jedi adjacent) keep picking up stray "enemies"

Bonus Ezra lmao

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[fixfoxnox]

My thoughts on this as a Makarov Writer:

IF ANY OF YOU BITCHES EVER COME TO ME SIMPING FOR REAL LIFE RUSSIAN WAR CRIMINALS ITS ON FUCKING SIGHT. LITERALLY NOT EVEN JOKING KEEP THAT SHIT AWAY FROM ME AND TAKE FIFTEEN MASSIVE STEPS BACK FROM THE COD FANDOM TO REALIZE THAT YOU GOTTA SEPERATE FICTION AND REALITY CAUSE THOSE ARE REAL PEOPLE HURTING REAL PEOPLE.

Now, on to the bit about Makarov. I will say I fully agree like don't fucking romanticize Makarov or Russia? Like he's a full force evil fucking terrorist and he definitely shouldn't be written as some normal fucking dude in canon compliant universes like he's a shit heel.

However I will say, y'all can't be picking and choosing with some of this stuff. If y'all don't want people really writing or simping for Makarov because of what he represents in the real world, you guys have to hold that same energy for Valeria and Graves. Like genuinely, because those two are also representative of the types of people currently harming actual people right now, but rarely ever do I see people who say stuff like this calling it out. Hold the same energy for them as well, don't pick and choose.

That all being said, I will continue writing Makarov as I have been: A little shit head villain who needs his snowglobe shaken. The only times he won't be written like this are like straight up going to only be in AUs where none of them are war criminals, but even in those most of the time I still write him as a dick.

On the /Reader side of things, bro is toxic as fuck and I will be writing him as evil and toxic how I have been.

Once again, go fuck yourself if you simp after actual fucking war criminals.

Talk About Sensitivity In The COD Fandom **Important.**

THIS IS NOT A DEBATE POST. DO NOT BOTHER.

Hey, everyone. After the reveal of Makarov in the trailer (as well as general concern), I think a chat about sensitivity is important. Since the trailer’s release, I have seen a major increase in simping for Makarov posts as well as genuine romanticization of Russia and/or Russian Soldiers. First, I want to talk about the romanticization of Russia and/or Russian soldiers because it’s seriously getting out of hand. I need you guys to realize that Russia is an ultranationalist country and yes, maybe not everyone who lives there believes what their government does, but it’s important to know a big portion of their population does. I have seen multiple posts and edits of this man right here (pictures below).

THIS GUY IS NOT SOMEONE YOU SHOULD LIKE, AND PEOPLE NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT HE DOES NOT LIKE YOU. This is one of the most popular Russian Soldiers amongst the internet due to the way he wears a mask, gear, has an accent, and is buff. He makes videos teaching soldiers how to kill people—innocent people in Ukraine who are just trying to survive. I have seen people straight up ignore when someone tells them what this man has done, so let me put it this way—he does not like you. He wants you dead. He is racist, a homophobe, transphobe, antisemitic, etc. He absolutely hates The West, and he does not like you unless you are a cis, straight, white 100% Russian. Even if you’re a woman, he DOES NOT LIKE YOU. If you American, HE DOES NOT WANT YOU ALIVE.

[This part is not targeted; just a general statement.] Second; there is a serious problem with how you guys address Makarov as a character. There is absolutely no problem enjoying him as a villain because I do too, but you guys have to realize that Makarov is an ultranationalist—which is exactly what Russia is right now, an ultranationalist terrorist state. “But he’s fictional, it doesn’t matter! it’s not that deep!” It actually is that deep. I keep seeing content for Makarov and I can’t force anyone to stop making “fluffy fics”, but I need y’all to have some fucking decency towards victims and people affected by the war. I know people who are affected by the war who feel ill seeing posts painting Makarov in a good light. If you are going to write Makarov, do NOT romanticize him as a character—do NOT paint him a decent or good light, because you can’t. Write him like the bastard he is. And no, this isn’t a “let people write what they wanna write” situation. You can do that, but please be expected to be judged and blocked by me and many others. Makarov is quite literally the characterization of everything that is wrong with Russia, and what HAS been wrong with Russia. Makarov is not a bad boy, a rebel, etc, he’s a fucking terrorist. Please be for real. “But the military in general is bad, so why does it matter specifically around Makarov?” Please see above my previous reasons. Thanks.

The overall message of this point is to be fucking respectful. There are actual people dying and slaughtered for no reason other than ruined pride and a lot of Ukrainian folk seek comfort and distractions in the internet and their fandoms. This ruins it for them and quite frankly, sometimes how Makarov is being written? It’s completely insensitive. Anyway, below are a few links where you can directly support the efforts and the people of Ukraine. Peace and love, and please write with critical thinking.

[abyssyby]

sylus has twin boys and one of them is shyer than the other :< baby one takes after his smug, charming bravado— speaks with a loud playful voice, emotes like a cute little cartoon and always ready for a spotlight. baby two is quieter, just wants to be held, hides behind papa's pant leg when he's introduced to new people and buries his face in mama's neck when he's asked for his name.

sylus is gone for forever (two days) before finally coming home. your voice is hoarse of repeating "papa's not home yet, angel," to little boys who want to play on their moving, talking, loving jungle gym of a father.

baby one runs headfirst towards him to play-fight— pulling at his hair and tugging on his ears— while sylus lifts him up, tickling him and blowing raspberries into his round cheeks.

baby two waits. he toddles after sylus only once he settles on the couch and sighs the stress of the day away. with great effort, he climbs up. sylus hears the squeaking stretch of leather, then feels the familiar weight on his side— a little ball of warmth nuzzling his cheek and shoulder to his papa's torso, squeezing himself under his arm to receive an embrace.

sylus responds quietly, bringing him closer and placing a tender kiss in his messy starlight hair. baby plays with the fabric of his expensive sweater, pulling and crumpling it in his little fists, just as mesmerized by the sensation as both are by the crackling fire.

baby one— a rocket— climbs on him too.

sylus has learned more sound effects since his sons were born, beyond your own favorite "bang!" when you poke his side. baby one's little fingers dig into his father's cheeks, as he goes, "pow!"

sylus lets out an indulgent play-dead 'eugh'— then a completely involuntary 'oof' as his son plops on his stomach before he slides to the other unoccupied arm. sylus's palm hovers over his head ever so slightly, making sure he lands safely. there, he also winds down and stares at the flames.

"pa?" baby two says, lifting his head. sylus turns to him— it still astonishes him how much of you he sees in his little angel's sleepy gaze. he carries your same wide, gentle look, now blinking slowly, dreamily.

"hm?"

"home?"

sylus hums. baby feels its steady rumble beneath his fingers. "mhm."

the baby nods slowly— only now understanding the word fully. connecting the dots between when mama says he's not and when he is. this is home. this feels like home. papa is home.

to that, he murmurs a soft m'kay and nestles his head back where it was before.

and you find them bathed in firelight, their white hair turned orange in its glow. his carbon copies, little lips parted, their chubby cheeks squished against their father's warm embrace. and your darling husband, head tilted back against the headrest, arms wound protectively around his sons.

you walk around, pressing a kiss to the crease between his brows before slipping a pillow underneath the base of his head. the photo you take of them stays as sylus's lock screen— until further notice.

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edit: a twin babies fic finally here! ◟(๑•͈ᴗ•͈)◞

[bajaja-blast]

you dislike Luke Castellan because he disagreed with an oppressive government system and actually took action to change the abusive ways him and his peers have been forced to follow for millennia.

I dislike Luke Castellan because in the Titans Curse he manipulated Annabeth, who he raised as his little sister, into holding up the sky, the FUCKING sky, for over 20 hours and had the audacity to walk away as though he was completely apathetic towards it while she begged and pleaded with him to help her.

we are not the same.

[naiad-r]

"...Now?"

@dinlukeweek Day 6: Hiding Injuries | Luke and Din on a Tatooine mission

Bonus:

Luke is channeling his dad.

[hmura-hmara]

Something about Luke being the spitting image of his father

[bvrnesher]

I'm reading the most beautifully-written- well-developed-smut on tumblr and then suddenly reads “mommy” or "kitten"

[ratbaby15]

You know what fucks me up the most (among so many other things) about people saying anakin created balance by destroying both the jedi and the sith is that the movie where he brings balance to the force is literally called return of the jedi. The movie where balance is restored is the movie where the JEDI return. the movie where JEDI KNIGHT luke skywalker brings his father back to the light is called return of the fucking jedi. DONT piss me off.

[fixfoxnox]

So uh... I know the two year for SiTO has passed, but I commissioned the lovely @miilkybnn for the piece which was, essentially, what I pictured for a book cover type thing for the story. Got it back today and it's just as gorgeous as I imagined.

Feels kinda full circle, coming from a fic that was inspired by Milky's art to now being friends with Milky and getting to commission this piece from them. I've met so many wonderful people through SiTO. Some of my best friends and the people who will listen to me rant about ocs or torture them in D&D. Some people who I don't talk much with anymore but still think of so fondly.

I know this probably seems so sappy over a fic I finished two years ago, but I genuinely don't know where I would be without it. I improved my writing style and skill. I did so much I never thought I would ever be able to do. Genuinely can't express how much this means to me.

Anyways, here is that wonderful art from Milky <3

[vinniyam]

[anyalikeslasagna]

i absolutely hate biceps hahaha definitely don’t flex rn i might scream hahaha

[ahhrenata]

LukeSkywalker is no longer available.

[sodapopkiss6]

Imagine MC getting hungry at like 2am or smth and she leaves the bedroom to go to the kitchen. But on her way there she notices the twins are still awake so she invites them and they all go to the kitchen and make food together.

Sylus eventually wakes up and notices his wife is missing and immediately goes to look for her. He hears laughter coming from the kitchen and as he gets closer he recognizes the voices

Finally at the entrance he sees the three of them cooking together and having fun. He can't help but smile fondly at the sight suddenly feeling emotional.

When they notice his presence they beckon him over excitedly, and with an amused laugh he joins them for their late night snack. It's an assortment of different things they all crave.

Huddled together around the counter they eat and talk about random things, interests, daily occurrences. Simple yet meaningful exchanges. The Sylus of the past would've never imagined this. Domesticity was once a foreign concept, family was an idea he had once given up on.

But it didn't seem foreign or impossible now, on the contrary, he believes in the possibility of them very well. He has a family, a home, a safe place. There are people he loves and love him.

He doesn't notice it, not until Luke hesitantly points it out.

He's crying.

He feels unusually vulnerable, an urge to run away-to hide, is present. Instinct to not lower his guard. He almost listens, but immediately pushes the thought away when he feels three pairs of arms around him.

It's quiet with the exception of his barely suppressed sniffles. They don't ask questions nor offer any words, they just let him feel. Arms hugging him tightly, grounding, a silent 'we're here'

Sylus angst hurt/comfort card when

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