#luke thoughts

[villainisms]

'did you ever love her, do you know? or did you never want to be alone?' is singlehandedly one of the most fucked up and evil lyrics that pete has ever written

[eveningserenityyy]

luke thoughts, hm. how about his sleeping habits? what position does he usually fall asleep in? i imagine on the farm he was an early bird, but does he stay that way in the rebellion? what does he wear to bed? does he dream, or remember his dreams? i’d love to know what you think :3

eeeeee I actually love this <3 thank you!

I feel that, on occasion, Luke will be one to mumble in his sleep; maybe even twitch his hands up as if he is reacting to something, or do a little face scrunch while dreaming deeply. I can imagine that happening to pre-rotj Luke often enough, at the very least.

I have a few ideas for him when it comes to sleeping positions; firstly I can imagine that, younger him especially (think pre-anh or just anh), would constantly be thrashing around in bed through the night, awake or asleep, therefore it would be constantly changing through the night at that time in his life. On the other hand, I imagine Luke as someone who has always needed to hold or cuddle something/someone to sleep more comfortably no matter which Luke period this is, so if he doesn't have a partner he falls asleep on his side and clutching a soft pillow close to his chest. I also have this image of ESB Luke asleep on his stomach, cheek squished against his pillow as his arms are hooked underneath it. and just imagine that bedhead...his hair would be so messy yet soft and fluffy at once.

I too can't help but think that when it comes to ROTJ Luke, or post etc... that he is a much better sleeper, he tends to fall asleep on his back, on his side with his hand tucked under his cheek, or even in a sitting position at times when he meditates a little too hard. He is also a light sleeper, driven awake by any small sound as he's always so in tune with his surroundings even when fast asleep. Yet despite how he has this calmer mindset to enjoy a peaceful sleep, I can imagine that there are stresses in his life that disrupt him from time to time. He worries about his students, his sister and Han wherever they may be, and occasionally he will feel something deeply wrong in the force that has him waking in a cold sweat. He feels too much, he's been through too much, and it still effects him no matter how great a Jedi he is.

He also was definitely forced to be an early bird on the farm, but I don't think it to be something he ever truly got used to. And unfortunately, I doubt he had much time to sleep in when in the rebellion, for it was more stressful than his simple farm life- although, when he DOES get a chance to sleep in, Leia has to physically pull him from the bed after an hour or two of peaceful slumber. He also gets so grumpy about it too, his tone raspy yet whiney at once when he begs for five more minutes. Spoiler; Leia does not give in to his wishes. (Pssstt, and he's almost just the same even as a Jedi when he has students to teach if he has a partner; he cannot bare to part from them when they are so adorably nuzzled into his side. He would stay in bed with them all day if he could, keeping them close to him as he places sleepy kisses to their hair or cheeks. the only difference is that Jedi Luke understands he cannot ignore his responsibilities as a master to his students).

In regards to what he wears to bed, I have a few ideas: I think his sleepwear is pretty generic when he's in the rebellion, a basic tunic and sweats that are either off white or beige (maybe a sweater in the echo base since its so cold), and ROTJ/post-rotj Luke would be essentially the same, except I DO very much like to imagine him in black, perhaps even with slightly fuzzy pyjama pants on (shirt? no shirt? depends on his mood or temperature too. but if he has a partner, he keeps the shirt off knowing damn well where their eyes like to wander). But ANH Luke? I love to picture that aunt Beru maybe puts together some handmade pyjamas for him, especially as a child. They're so soft, and sometimes fuzzy if she has the material for it. He still thinks of them from time to time, wishing they hadn't burnt to ash in the fire, so perhaps when he has the time and is somewhere with market stalls and the like, he tries to find a similar material or even tries his hand at making his own like she did for him (He may not be very good at it, but he tries.)

In terms of dreams, I imagine he has always been much of a dreamer. When he was a child, he used to have these vivid dreams of a woman, sometimes where she appeared very sad or another where he saw her with flowers in her hair as she slept. He found comfort in these somehow, and they always seemed to happen around his birthday, but that part he didn't really understand and eventually they began to fade with time as he grew older. Only later as a Jedi did he remember them and realize he was seeing his mother. I also like to imagine that he has either the most chill dreams ever (Pretty normal. Maybe where he is following some beautiful path in a meadow with flowers and cutest little bugs buzzing around him, or he is speaking with a friend either old or new, maybe even doing some maintenance on his ship), or the most insane in every sense of the word (buildings and people turn into different shapes or colours around him, or he dreams someone is speaking the most illogical words to him before he's pushed off a cliff and lands in the most random of places. maybe he even dreams his lightsaber turns into a baguette, who knows?).

When he becomes a Jedi, his dreams start to make some sense. They give him signs, warnings, or even just messages to help him through his days. Sometimes he dreams of his father, and he wakes up in serene peace for reasons he can't fully comprehend. He often meditates on these, and takes them seriously when the need arises. But thats not to say his dreams are always helpful as a Jedi by default. He still has those occasional crazy ones, or those random yet calm ones that don't mean much at all. He enjoys dreaming, though. He enjoys allowing sleep to overcome him as his subconscious treats him to an adventure.

-thats not to be said he doesn't get nightmares either, though. Sometimes he wakes up in the night and can feel the force lightning coursing through his veins, and if he has a partner next to him, he will hold them for comfort, maybe talk about his fears if they're awake. He can still remember how he burned his own father to ash, dreaming of that very fire as his voice croaks out from the darkness. Luke even has horrible nightmares about Leia dying tragically, and the very next morning he has to figure out if this was simply a nightmare or something to genuinely worry of.

[lukeagain5732]

…I want to take a selfie just like this…I’ll let you know when I do!!!

[too-deviant]

guys i just watched the voyeurs and am thinking…so many thoughts…

[smtivapoc]

oh atlus finally added the devil survivor osts to streaming services! a win for annoying people (me)

[silverstcne]

so excited to start fe liveblogging again. the second i catch a glimpse of my loving wife mitch evans i am going to be sooo insufferable about it xoxo

[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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[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.

[hmura-hmara]

Something about Luke being the spitting image of his father

[villainisms]

WDYM WALLOWS ARE PUTTING TREACHEROUS DOCTOR ON THE SETLIST ⁉️

[vinniyam]

[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.

[bvrnesher]

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

[smtivapoc]

i've been thinking about it a lot lately and i really need to catch up with bsd because it is still one of my all time favourite animangas and i used to be up to date with the manga but man am i so behind now and. man i do not know if i have the mental fortitude to deal with whatever hellish plots asagiri thinks are funny to just throw into the story