#Dawn of the Death Star

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Oliver Wetter.

[mearchy]

I’ve almost no understanding of linguistics. But this post and also @thefoundationproject ‘s fics, which include bits about how the Journeyman Protector dialect might be related to Standard Mando’a, have me trying to hypothesize Mandalorian language trees. based on what we know about Mandalorian history.

I KNOW some of you are language nerds and I also did this in fifteen minutes please yell at me about your own headcanons and also about everything I got wrong/missed/forgot. It would be cool to turn it into a real graph to reference eventually (:

[shorthaltsjester]

man. you know what i fucking think about all the time? vex and vax and the deities that they become champions to. how even those gods reflect the entanglement that is their life, how vax steps in front of a goddess on his stalwart hope in the world and demands she choose him and how vex is so tentative, barely speaks up because she’s fighting against every instinct she’s learned that tells her not to hope that she could be worthy enough, certainly not to a god.

and the gods that choose them, the gods they choose? they’re both reflections of one another to each other. vax, whose championship arose out of his commitment to never leave his sister’s side? his god is the matron of ravens, a sad woman who dons a mask. a mortal who fought tooth and nail to arrive at the power she has. vex, whose championship arrives after her brother’s hope in the future and her future specifically has rubbed off on her and encouraged her own growth to believing? she is greeted with pelor, who stands strong and painfully bright, but she’s granted the gift to see through it to warm eyes and a bright smile. who affirms the hope that lives in her.

and man, it’s even more extraordinary to me that the comparison between the given twin’s god and their sibling gets made by that sibling in scenes where they directly speak to the gods their twin has chosen. during vax’s resurrection ritual, vex bargains with the raven queen because she knows she’s someone who bargains like vex herself does, and she’s someone that values vax, maybe not quite as much as she does, but enough. and during vex’s trial, as the dawn father searches for his hope among the love for vex among vox machina, vax’s affirmation is that vex is his hope, so she should certainly be sufficient to be pelor’s.

and god the black death walker’s ward and the white dragon armour? vax’s wings and vex’s blessing? vax as a shroud of darkness visiting this plane, embracing the literally glowing shape of his sister on her wedding day? the poetry of vex and vax and pelor and the matron of ravens is enormous and so much of it is fucking. improv.

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[sunsetagain]

my 2022

imma prepare for the final battle of my comic in the last month this year, so nothing new to fill in this chart. wrapping it up now.

[animezinglife]

Is there really no fandom whatsoever for Carissa Broadbent on here?

Why?

I mean, there is, but there are about three of us total.

[picochu007]

I made myself a phone wallpaper featuring the cast of my death game crossover longfic "Your Turn to Crossover". Decided to share a version that has the so far unfeatured characters as just silhouettes.

Link to the series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3142680

[bitchapalooza]

I like the theory that Eri is either Emmet's daughter or a descendant of Ingo but I raise you this:

Ingo had been in Hisui for a total of five years, three more years than Akari/Dawn. In that time frame, he'd fallen for Zisu and eventually married her. After everything has calmed down and the village and clans have finally gotten along better, they decide to try to make a family. And at the same time, Akari has finally finished the pokedex. Arceus offers to take her home after the official publication of the pokedex as it signifies her mission finally being complete. They even restore her memories. Akari, now going by Dawn because, again, memories are back, asks Them to also restore Ingo's. Arceus does as such and then offers to take Ingo home, too. He's intrigued. He's aching to see his brother and friends and the station again now that he remembers. But there's Zisu. And now their daughter Eri, who'd been born 5 weeks too early. He couldn't just leave them, especially with how scared and worried Zisu was for Eri's health. He's prepared to tell her he was staying, refuse Arceus' offer, but Zisu, straightforward and stubborn as she is, tells him to go. And take Eri with him. Her reason being; "whatever this future you described to me is, maybe they have the stuff to help her? So please. Take her with you. She's gotta have a better chance of living there than here!" She pleaded. She broke down in tears, something she doesn't usually do, or tries not to anyway. After much serious talking, he agrees. He's sad to leave her, but he knows she's strong. So, together, they wrap her up in warm layers to combat the early winter air. And Ingo and Dawn departs to his destination— the Temple of Sinnoh. And so, Arceus takes them home. They're bombarded by press once word gets out. I mean the missing champion coming back in strange clothes with the missing, long presumed dead, Subway Boss who's also holding a baby? Yeah, that would definitely make the news lol. But in the end, Eri got modern medical attention and went on to have a very healthy childhood.

Skip seventeen years, and here we are. Eri is studying abroad. Ingo is working the station with his brother still. Ingo doesn't talk about his time in Hisui. He doesn't talk about Zisu to Eri in full, as it would be.... a lot to explain why she can't meet her.

[archeo-starwars]

Jaster Mereel [The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia]

[myblacknightworld]

S2x03 The Lost Commanders - S2x04 Relics of the Old Republic

So. Oof. These two episodes are- I love these two episodes, I do. They’re not my favourites but they are top 15. 

So. I really, really do not like how Ahsoka acts in this episode. I mean, I kind of get it, but also I really do not like it. It’s not that it’s bad character writing or just anything bad, but it’s more of Ahsoka’s actions in regards to Kanan. Literally, I have so many feelings about that first scene, but I do think that Angry Me ranting on discord can explain my feelings quite well. I will, of course, comment on that too.

Now, I know perfectly well that Ahsoka couldn’t know about anything that happened to Kanan, but she still knew that he survived Order 66 and that clones turned on him. If she’s smart, she might’ve gleaned that he was a Padawan and fighting in the Clone Wars - which means she knew that he wouldn’t have been alright with clones. And yet she sent them on their way and just told Kanan to “trust him”. Dick behaviour, I’m telling you.

So, about this. my memory might be faulty with regards to TCW, but I just watched today Tales of the Jedi, and Ahsoka has been shown to have kept contact with Bail Organa, and in Rebels she’s said to have lost contact with Rex, Wolffe and Gregor, which implies they had been keeping in contact up to a certain point. She was alone, but it was by choice, and that’s the core difference between how she lived Order 66 and how Kanan lived it. Ahsoka had support. Kanan only had himself. 

I have nothing against Ahsoka, really. She’s a good character. I just think this was a dick move.

[panther-os]

do you think neyo, raised and trained directly by power-hungry terrorists, is ever just like "hey bacara is this good idea a crime" and bacara (his best friend because I said so), raised and trained directly by an old west type traveling lawman, just has to look him in the eye and be like "my buddy my pal my friend that is indeed a crime, a war crime in fact, and if you did it absolutely no court in the galaxy would hesitate to convict you and execute you. it is also, coincidentally, not actually that good of an idea" or do you think death watch managed to not completely screw up his moral and ethical awareness

[ketavinsky]

prayers, monologues

[breadhalfburnt]

ah, the always sprouting troubles of “How Do I Tag This”

[animezinglife]

Did you like the Daughter of No Worlds series or Crowns of Nyaxia better? I feel like most people like the first one but I'm kind of not sure.

I like Crowns of Nyaxia a lot more overall. You can tell how much more confident Carissa is and her improvement as a writer is pretty hard to miss.

Mother of Death and Dawn absolutely slapped, though. Daughter of No Worlds was just okay for me, Children of Fallen Gods was a bit better but too long, but the third book was definitely the most gripping and her best writing in the series.

As a series, I much prefer the smaller scope of Crowns of Nyaxia. Even though the world itself is big and you have warring houses/covens/clans, you still stay with the same characters per duology (so far) and it makes it all a bit neater/tidier. Though I will say Carissa handled the absolutely massive scope of The War of Lost Hearts well--she basically did what George R.R. Martin never could and gave us that huge world without the story becoming a soulless, bland beast of a documentary. I love that she humanizes multiple sides of the war and actually takes the time to build these characters.

I also simply related to Oraya more than Tisaanah even though I loved the latter too. Oraya has her flaws and missteps, but at heart she's not as idealistic as Tisaanah.

Honestly, I think these two series are actually for slightly different readers. There's some overlap, obviously, but I think the people who prefer that true, massive, high fantasy type of world will prefer TWOLH over CON, and those who want to stick more closely with one or two people and a very small part of how they navigate their world will prefer the latter.

I hope this answer makes sense.

Thank you for the ask! These are such small fandoms I love the fact I actually received a question about them.

[mumblelard]

i didn't get the chairs put up before that storm last night so they got soaked. this morning, i was trying to dump the puddles out of the dents where the butts go, but boba wouldn't get out of the way. when i tried to move her, little punk juked me and jumped right in the puddle. she spent a minute cussing that chair, but i think all will be forgiven by this afternoon or when the world gets all hot and basky, whichever comes first

i had given away all my cameras, but i just got an old polaroid, basically for free, at an estate sale. it's had some film in it for a couple of weeks now, but i've been saving it for who knows what. that hoardy feeling is making my brain itchy so i am going to use it by the end of the week or else