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June Prompts 🌼

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

fairytale

garden hose

fruit stand

radio

block party

tattoo

ice cream

postcard

festival

skating

barefoot

night walks

pride

fries

stream

flower crown

outdoors

cocktail umbrellas

playing cards

sailboat

karaoke

dandelions

buttons

pearls

midsummer

universe

neon sign

dragonfly

birch tree

peaches

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Write this Whenever you end up watching ACU

Number 10 of this list with Timmy Bob.

The scene where he’s staying at Pete Seeger’s house for the night.

After you’ve watched ACU

Time Passes Slowly

c/w: puking, cigarette smoking

Bob's stomach churned as he slept fitfully on the fold-out bed. Something just wasn't sitting right on his stomach. Nerves? Bad water while traveling? Maybe the hangover he had been nursing for a few days on an empty stomach? "I must've eaten something bad," he thought to himself. 

A sheen of sweat dampened his forehead as he repositioned to lay on his side in an attempt to abate the nausea. He desperately didn't want to get up and wake Pete or his family after they had been kind enough to let him crash there. The minutes crept by at an agonizing pace as Bob listened to the soft snoring from the kids' bunk beds and the occasional creaks of the homey cabin.

Around 3:00 a.m., Bob felt saliva pooling at the back of his mouth, a tell-tale sign of impending doom. He sat up and took a sip from the glass of water that Toshi had so graciously set on the end table for him. He barely held back a groan as it did nothing for the bile building up in his throat. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, hunched over, silently cursing his current state.

Without much warning, the nausea crested Bob's ability to hold it back. Barely able to see in the night, he ran for the composter toilet down the hall, bumping into the wall and picture frames as he went. If that didn't wake anyone, his retching certainly did. He barely made it in time to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. 

The kids were right. The composting toilet did stink despite Pete's claims. Enough to trigger a second round of heaving. With a heavy sigh, Bob collapsed to the floor, savoring the feeling of the cold tile on his cheek, until a little voice from the door startled him. 

He woke up the daughter.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly. 

"Oh, umm, I-I'm alright. Did I wake you?" Bob asked as he pushed himself up off the floor. She nodded, grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet to wet it down in the sink. 

"That's okay. Here, this helps my brothers when they get sick."  

"Thank you, miss. You should, uh, go on back to bed now. I'm sorry for waking you." He wiped his face and then laid the cloth to rest on the back of his neck.

The little girl half smiled and waved before disappearing from the door. Bob's body ached as he stood and shuffled down the hall back to the temporary bed. He felt around for his duffle bag and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Out of habit, he brought it to his lips before remembering Toshi's rule. No smoking inside.

Bob scrubbed a hand down his face and stared at the ceiling morosely. He desperately needed a drag to settle himself. He tiptoed to the door and slowly twisted the deadbolt to let himself outside. Luckily, the creaking floor planks did not seem to wake anyone else in the family. Once on the porch, he managed to light the cigarette without burning himself, despite his shaky hands. He inhaled deeply and held the smoke in his lungs, relishing how the painful sensation took his mind off of his stomach. 

Once he put out his cigarette, Bob slowly walked back to bed, trying (but failing) to miss the noisy floorboards. He chuckled at the thought that the kids probably have them memorized - which is how the little girl snuck up on him. He settled back under the blanket and quickly succumbed to sleep...until the smell of eggs sent him hurtling back to the bathroom once more.

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You think after ROTJ Luke has nightmares? The ripping pain of lightning, the hollow pain from friends and family he lost. Do you think he wakes up screaming? Crying out for an aunt and uncle not there anymore? Reaching with a prosthetic that at first it those confusing first moments awake he maybe doesn’t recognize? His bedroom light floods on and it Han and Leia suddenly there in the bed with him. Holding him as he weeps inconsolably. Artoo at the side of the bed giving his best comforting beeps. He’s only 23 and he’s already a myth, a hero, the man who walked into the emperor’s throne room with Vader and the only one who came out alive. Do you think he has nightmares?

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I think we should lean more into Anakin Skywalker being a prophesied almost godlike entity, in the sense that his extreme force sensitivity should have more noticeable consequences. He should terrify and amaze everyone around him, all the while no one can fully understand or help him.

Give me young Anakin meditating for the first time in the temple and being completely overwhelmed, maybe screaming or crying, because he can sense everything. All the trillions of lifeforms on Coruscant are crowding his mind at once.

Show me Obi-Wan finding Anakin in the temple gardens surrounded by children and animals that were instinctively drawn to him, because he’s just that bright in the force. Even the plants tilt towards him like he’s the sun.

I want Anakin underestimating his own strength in training, breaking equipment, accidentally hurting someone or maybe himself. He looks at Obi-Wan with wide and terrified eyes because he fears that maybe this proves that he’s dangerous just like the council said. Obi-Wan ensures him that he just needs to learn control, but secretly worries that he’s not up for the task of training this boy. Maybe no one is.

Maybe Anakin sees and hears thing other people don’t. Sometimes he just stares into the distance and whispers ”do you sense that?”, causing Obi-Wan to freak out because no he doesn’t sense that but should he!?!?

Anakin often wakes up Obi-Wan in the middle of the night, frantic, because he senses something bad happening somewhere in the galaxy and they have to fix it. Obi-Wan has to console him and explain that they can’t because they don’t even know where to go, and Anakin can’t personally fix everything. The boy insists that if he’s the chosen one, isn’t that what he’s meant to do?

Give me a canon book about young Anakin, just turned Padawan, struggling with these things. Maybe with Obi-Wan following in Qui-Gon’s footsteps and looking into the old prophecies to understand both his old master and his new apprentice better.

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You Don't Know Me

Inspired by this prompt

(Not famous Timmy)

It started off as a normal morning with a stop by a darling little coffee shop en route to work. The aromatic smell of roasting beans wafted out the door as you pulled it open. It was your favorite way to start the day. In fact, you frequented the place so often that they started automatically making your order as soon as they saw you through the window.

"Hey, [Y/N]! The usual?" the barista called out.

"Yep! I'm feeling a couple of pumps of vanilla today, too," you replied as you stepped up to the counter.

"You got it."

You smiled and nodded, stepping over to the shelf of knick knacks and mugs while you waited. You gently picked up a tumbler to inspect its design and pass the time when a familiar voice from your past spoke quietly behind your shoulder. So softly that you could barely hear him over the coffee grinder.

"[Y/N]?"

Your hands froze in place on the tumbler. Slowly, you turned toward the source of the voice, the last person you expected to see in the town you had only called home for less than half a year.

"Wha- It is you! I heard them call your name and thought it couldn't be!" The source let out a surprised laugh and came in for a hug. Stunned, you stood there awkwardly with your arms held out from your sides.

"Timothée? Wha- what are you doing here?" you asked as he stepped back to look at you, your face scrunched in confusion.

"Getting coffee," he replied cheekily. His smile reached his sparkling green eyes, highlighting laugh lines that weren't there the last time you saw him.

You narrowed your eyes at him and playfully shook your head, then turned to replace the tumbler on the shelf before he could see your cheeks redden. "I mean - what are you doing HERE? In town?" You looked over your shoulder back at the man you once called your boyfriend over a decade ago.

"I live here now," he chirped happily.

"Wha- for real?" You spun to face him again.

"Yeah. I just started a new job downtown last week and got an apartment just up the block from here," Timothée answered excitedly. "Gosh...it's just...it's so good to see you! I wasn't expecting to know anybody here. How long has it been?"

"About 15 years since...since the summer before we went off to college." Your voice trailed off.

"Right." His eyes dropped to the floor momentarily. "[Y/N], I-"

"[Y/N]!" the barista interrupted. You held up a finger to pause the conversation and stepped over to get your drink.

"Would you like to join me?" he asked when you returned, gesturing to the table with a mug and a book.

"Oh, uh, thanks but I need to head to work. I just stop in for a drink to go on my way sometimes."

"Ah, ok." Timothée's reply was dripping with disappointment. "Maybe we could catch up over dinner soon?" he asked with a shrug.

"Uh, sure. I really have to go, but I can give you my number and we can set something up. Here." You handed him your phone. "Plug in yours and call so you have mine."

Timothée smiled and took the phone as instructed. He looked down at his own device as it rang. "Same number, I see," he noted.

"You still have my number after all of this time?" you asked in mild shock, head tipped quizzically to the side as he handed back your phone. You felt heat rush to your cheeks again as his hand grazed yours.

Timothée nodded. "I'll message you later. Hope you have a good day at work!"

"You, too." Arms flailed awkwardly as you both decided on whether to give the other a full hug, side hug, or just a light squeeze on the arm. He seemed to do the same. You both landed on a full hug but had to switch the tilt of your heads to keep from bumping into each other. You huffed a laugh and pulled away after a brief moment. "Bye, Timothée."

You walked out of the shop, bewildered by the unexpected exchange. You looked through the window again as Timothée walked back to his table. He made eye contact with you and waved slightly. You returned the wave and half-smiled before setting your sights back to the path in front of you.

Wow. That was not on my bingo card for the day, you thought to yourself. Reminiscent feelings of both young love and intense heartache washed over you. The last time you laid eyes on your high school sweetheart was from the backseat of your parents' car as they drove you and your belongings states away for college. You called and wrote each other, but Timothée ultimately broke up with you by phone right before winter break. He thought you two should both be free to explore other options to be sure you know what you want. Looking back, he was right. You were both too young to be so serious.

Your winter holiday was spent with your parents, sulking in your childhood room when they weren't forcing you to socialize with family. It gave you time to grieve, to be angry. Enough time to say goodbye to the past. You returned to campus a new person, hell bent on exploring your own options and putting Timothée behind you.

You rebounded hard, hit the books just as hard, and finished your bachelors and master's degrees in nursing with a 4.0 GPA and a serious boyfriend, who proposed shortly after graduation. After years of marriage, he, too, decided to explore other younger "options." Newly divorced and a bit jaded, you moved across the country for a job opportunity and a fresh start. It was time to choose yourself instead of waiting for others to do so.

Despite your relunctance to reconnect with your past, you set up dinner plans with Timothée for the following evening. You were wary of spending time with someone with known history of breaking your heart, but you reminded yourself to cut 18-year-old Timothée some slack. You both likely did a lot of growing up since you last hung out. You were now mature enough to set boundaries for your own peace of mind. Besides, you hadn't really made any new friends yet outside of work, so it would be nice to have at least one person to hang out with occasionally.

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You spotted Timothée looking around nervously in front of the restaurant as your rideshare pulled up, fidgeting with a ring on his hand. His right hand, you noted. Relief washed over his face, and his shoulders relaxed when he caught sight of you in the back seat. He flashed that big boyish grin that you love. Loved, you reminded yourself. Past tense. He hurried over to open the door and extended a hand to help you up from the car.

"Hi," he said, supporting your weight as you stood.

You thanked the driver as Timothée shut the door and then turned back to him and smiled. "Hello."

He seemed stunned, just staring at you briefly until he cleared his throat. "Um, hungry?" he asked, gesturing his hand toward the front door of the restaurant.

"Famished. All I had time to eat today was a bag of chips. And not all in one sitting." You walked alongside him until he hurried past to open the door for you again. After checking in, the host led the two of you to the rooftop patio. The light breeze and twinkling lights hung from the trees would normally make for a lovely evening, but it made you panic slightly. Maybe this was too close to a date-like ambiance for just catching up with an old...friend. But it was one of your favorite places to eat, and he was too new in the area to have formed such opinions.

"So just chips, huh?" Timothée asked as he pulled out a chair for you. His breath tickled your bare shoulder, sending shivers down your spine, despite the warm air on the patio. Your eyes followed him as he walked to his seat. Aside from a few nuanced signs of aging, he still looked exactly the same.

"It was a chaotic day at work. One of the other nurses called out sick, so I was covering more patients than normal until his backup came. A couple of patients coded, but luckily, not at the same time. And we were able to get them back." You nodded in gratitude at the server who had filled your water glasses and brought a basket of bread, which you promptly dove into.

"That's right, you were wearing scrubs at the coffee shop. So you work at the hospital?"

"Mmhmm. I needed a fresh start, so I closed my eyes, picked a spot on the map, and started applying to the nearest hospitals. I moved out here about five months ago. Which is why I was surprised to see you. I haven't run into anyone I know except for coworkers. And maybe the occasional patient. This isn't exactly a hoppin' place," you joked. "What brought you here?"

"I, uh, needed a change of scenery, too. New York was a bit too cutthroat for my taste, and nothing was tying me down there, so I started applying to associate positions at law firms across the country and landed here."

"An attorney? Wow, that...that's awesome. I bet your mother is proud. If I remember correctly, she wasn't too fond of your choice of liberal arts degree."

Timothée chuckled. He fidgeted with his glass, tilting it around slightly. He opened his mouth a couple of times, as if he wanted to speak but talked himself out of it. You pretended not to notice as you perused the menu, despite already knowing your selection. Finally, he gathered the courage to ask, "So, uh, if it's not too bold to ask, why did you need a fresh start?"

You paused mid-sip from your water glass and slowly brought it back down. You cleared your throat and dabbed your mouth with the napkin. Right as you started to respond, the server came by to take your order. Once she left, you tentatively resumed.

"My husband...my EX-husband cheated on me. I got the house in the divorce, but it just didn't feel the same since I caught him and that woman...girl, really, a girl 13 years younger than me, in our bed. So I sold everything to start over here."

"I- I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that."

"No, I didn't. But honestly...how would you know? We've lived almost another lifetime since we last spoke. You once left me to explore other options, too," you bit back with measured vehemence. You didn't intend to go there so early in the conversation, but emotion overruled.

"I know," Timothée responded quietly. "That's how I know it's his loss." He cast his eyes down to the plate in front of him as the server set down your meals.

The two of you ate silently for a few minutes before you gathered the courage to ask, "Why didn't you call me if you had my number this whole time?"

"I didn't think you would want to hear from me," he practically whispered. He looked up and caught your eye. "And then I heard through some of our classmates that you got married."

"I would have picked up the phone for a friend. And for all of his faults, my ex was not the jealous type." Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you tried to understand.

"I...didn't want to be just friends."

"Oh," you whispered. "Oh!" you said again at a markedly higher pitch once realization set in. "B-but you said..."

"I was young and scared that I was missing out on whatever else was out there. But nobody else ever measured up to what I had with you."

You gawked as you gathered your thoughts. "Timothée, WE were young - we were 18! As much as it hurt, you were right. We had no business making a commitment to each other when we didn't even know ourselves yet."

"I know now." He boldly laid his hand on yours as both of you ignored your food.

You pulled your hand back. "But you don't know me. Just an idea you have of me from when I was a teenager. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll just get to know you again," Timothée stated matter-of-factly.

"I...," you interrupted yourself with a laugh and shook your head. "I told myself I wouldn't fall for you again tonight."

"But?"

"I...I'm not saying no...just, whoa. I need time to process this. I- I still need time to get to know myself again."

Timothée smiled. "I can wait. But I can't deny the serendipity of it all. I came out here to the middle of nowhere and ended up finding the one person I have wanted to see for years."

You blushed, timidly placing your hand back on his. Before you could speak, your server came by to ask about dessert. Timothée looked at you with that silly grin again.

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"Do you still love cheesecake, or has that changed, too?"

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Edited 6/21 to include tag list again! It had been so long since I posted that I forgot!

@croatianprincess @bluizh @groovy-lady @pmak2002 @itshonestlynotme @parkbabyj @genesis-margarita @superlegend216

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20+ years of watching this movie and I never picked up on that 🥺😧😭

the sun setting on them💫

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Sith Obi-Wan has me 🥵

SITH! OBI-WAN & ANAKIN SKYWALKER | WHAT IF? STAR WARS BY ME. I always liked the idea of Obi-Wan corrupted by the dark side, so i made this. Star Wars really needs a what if show.

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What is my sacrifice?

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I didn't expect to love this movie as much as I did. It was so real and raw about mental health and how some of the biggest battles we face are on the inside. 1000% can't wait for it to be on Disney+

Family, friends, deadly assassins...

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Personal stuff from the mind of recovering people pleaser...

After 30+ years, I finally told my mom that I do not like it when she tells me to "smile" or "laugh, that was funny," when I don't feel like a laugh or smile is warranted in the situation.

She stuck her tongue out and raspberried. How mature.

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After Padme's funeral, all her former handmaidens gather together. They've been watching this new Empire form from the ashes of the Republic and know that it represents everything Padme spent her life fighting against.

So they make a decision. Each one of them joins the Rebellion and becomes Padme.

Rumors of Padme surface across the Imperial worlds, of Padme Amidala fighting for freedom even now after death. Perhaps her death was faked. Perhaps her spirit could not rest. Perhaps...

And Anakin, trapped under the suit of Darth Vader and the sunk cost fallacy that keeps him enslaved to the Emperor, is plagued by these rumors. He chases after them greedily, desperate to learn he didn't kill his wife even though he knows he did.

The rumors never pan out. He can never find Padme. But he spends nearly two decades chasing her ghost, always a step behind.

And then one day he sees her, in the senate. Her voice arguing against something Palpatine intends to see passed whether the Senate likes it or not.

It isn't her, of course. It's the new Senator for Alderaan, the Princess. Leia.

But for a moment, watching her... it's Padme standing there alive again. Calling Anakin out for his sins.

Leia... he'd wanted to call his daughter Leia.

She's not Padme's daughter. She's not his daughter. He knows this. But still. She's the same age their daughter would have been and bears the name they would have given her.

And so Anakin doesn't watch her as closely as he should a Senator so clearly sympathetic to the Rebellion. Maybe because he can't bear to see Padme's accusing stare on the young girl's face. Maybe because he can't bear to watch her die and take Padme's ghost with her.

He keeps chasing rumors and hopes that maybe he can keep the Emperor from noticing this girl in the Senate.

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Andor series finale spoiler under the cut.

If I had a nickel for every time a pair of siblings worked together in a Star Wars tale, but only one of them knew...well, I'd only have ten cents, but I still wanted to give my two cents.

All jokes aside - I'm glad Cassian found Kleya and saved her, even if he didn't know she was his sister.

That has to mean Luthen knew, right?

Some say they aren't related, but I want so desperately for it to be true.

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baby anakin, on naboo, first down time in what feels like forever. qui-gon is dead, padmé is queen, he's never going back to tatooine, he can't see his mom. it's just him and obi-wan in their temporary rooms on naboo after the parade. the sky goes dark, and a strange noise fills the air. it's a pattering sound, like claws on marble. he looks outside and there's water... falling from the sky.

"don't cry, ani," his mom used to say, "don't waste the water, akku. save it, for survival. be strong."

but now, miles away from tatooine, anakin rushes outside to stand in the rain, the beautiful gift of water, barely noticing when obi-wan follows him outside. he turns to his new jedi master and says, crying openly, "there's so much water now. i can waste this little bit on not being strong. i miss her."

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Such a good look for him

Timothée Chalamet at the 70th Annual David di Donatello Awards on May 7, 2025. ✨✨✨✨

Twitter credit to timotheeupdates

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It's all or none, babes.

me, posting stuff for over 7 different fandoms at random all on the same blog:

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fix-it au problems: anakin must have to lean down for EVERY family photo

(commission info // kofi support!)