#star's notebook

[mournfulroses]

Susan Sontag, from a diary entry featured in Reborn: Journals & Notebooks, 1947 - 1963

[apple-onigiri]

high art concept for y'all:

siffrin and loop in these fckin outfits

[galactic-rhea]

"hm maybe the star wars hyperfixation is already leaving me!" I say and then I want to cry and scream and bite the walls over how happy Wald and Kitster were for Anakin when he won the pod race.

LIKE DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT? EVERYONE CHEERING UP BECAUSE THAT LITTLE ITTY SCRAWNY SMOL SLAVE WON AN IMPOSSIBLE DEATH RACE? THE ADULT PILOTS? THE WHOLE CROWD CHEERING FOR THAT KID??? AND HE DID IT TO HELP THREE WEIRD STRANGERS? AND WALD AND KITSTER WERE SO HAPPY FOR HIM.

But they're so small, and know nothing but harshness and all the abuse of being a slave and then Anakin gives them hope, it doesn't matter what happened after but for them? IT GAVE THEM HOPE, RIGHT THEREEE. I can't imagine how that must feel, you're a DAMN SLAVE, for your whole life which is just 9-10 years of life, there's nothing but dead, you have a damn bomb in your head and you have seen others head being exploded. And then your bestie who's also a slave wins the impossible in order to help strangers and in doing so he wins his freedom. That must be so amazing, like the excitement of seeing it happen? Of being there? How many times did your bestie almost explode? but then he won and escaped tatooine?

THEY'RE NINE.

Do you think Shmi thought of Anakin every time she saw Kitster and Wald running around and playing that they got to join Anakin and become a space wizards?

Ough OUhg i have feelings okay leave me alone i need to bite on my nails and eat paint

[makeshiftloops]

Start Again <

[studioeisa]

hey! i was wondering whether u could write one for this

https://www.tumblr.com/svtsofthours/768410973781524480/mingyu-zoned-out-you-leans-in-and-kisses-him?source=share

just like do not disturb.. 💕 (loved it btw)

💋 none the wiser (mingyu x reader)

★ footnotes: major shoutout to @svtsofthours for being so chill about me using their posts as prompts lol! mingyu soft hours are perpetually open, i fear. listened to kiss me by sixpence none the richer the entire time. word count: 830~

It's a Wednesday, and the only thing on Mingyu's mind is where the two of you should go this evening.

Very rarely does he have a day off like this. He can count on one hand the amount of times that practice has been canceled, that a schedule has been postponed. As it is, the stars have aligned to give him this free afternoon.

And who else would he want to spend it with but you?

The sudden freedom has thrown him off-kilter, though, leaving him fumbling for plans. Mingyu reveled in being the date-planner. In getting to smirkingly tell you I got this, baby every time the two of you were supposed to head out.

He's never learned to work with spontaneity, and so he spends half of his time agonizing.

The two of you are lounging in your apartment as Mingyu swears to figure it out. You're sprawled out on the couch, doing one thing or the other, while your legs rest in Mingyu's lap. He's absentmindedly rubbing your ankles with one hand while the other clutches his phone, scrolling through Klook articles of last-minute date ideas.

"Is it cold enough to go ice skating?" he mumbles, his eyebrows drawn together with laser-sharp focus. It's a rhetorical question, really, because before you can answer, he's already grumbling, "No, no, you're too clumsy for that."

"Hey," you protest.

Mingyu gives your ankle an affectionate pat, but keeps on reading.

There's so many things to do. And so little time. When tomorrow comes, he'll be swept back into his busy day-to-day. The two of you might not see each other for another week or so, and the mere thought of it already has his fingers tightening ever so slightly around you.

Mingyu has never particularly thought himself to be a selfish person. He shares almost everything with his members; he'll give what he can to his fans.

You make him greedy. For affection, for attention, for time.

"I can try to get us a reservation at Via Toledo," he muses.

"Too expensive," you whine.

"If it's for you? Never."

"Mingyu."

"Fine, fine."

He scrolls some more. Clicks on to an entirely different article altogether. He doesn't know why he's stressing over this so badly. He knows you, knows you'll be happy with whatever reasonable thing he offers.

He just can't help it. He wants so, so badly to be good for you, to be good to you.

"How about Lotte World?" he tries.

You look up from your own phone with a considering expression, though it's a bit more on the wary side. "Won't there be too many people?" you ask, ever the careful one.

"I can just rent it out for—"

"Baby!"

"Alriiiight."

Mingyu's pouting now, but you're immune to his little displays of petulance and his attempts at grand gestures. You go back to whatever you were reading with a bemused shake of your head.

He tries to focus on the nth Top Seoul Date Places blog post, but his mind has practically turned to mush at this point. He doesn't realize that his eyes are unfocused or that he's barely registering the words on his phone. His head has quite literally emptied out, all of his ideas making no sense. All Mingyu really wants is—

Oh.

He hadn't even noticed you shifting, hadn't picked up on you leaning forward. When your lips press a gentle, sweet kiss to his forehead, he's dragged back down to earth.

Mingyu blinks once, then twice. He looks to you, starry-eyed and smitten.

"What was that for?" he asks, sounding far too dazed for someone who has already received dozens, hundreds of your kisses.

"No reason," you answer. Your rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We don't have to go anywhere, you know."

"We don't?"

"We don't."

"But—"

His protest is cut off by you darting forward to leave another kiss, this time on the corner of his mouth.

"This is enough," you tell him, and the sincerity in your tone is enough to leave him breathless.

And that was it, wasn't it? Mingyu had agonized, Mingyu had zoned out, Mingyu had fallen into near-panic, even, because he had wanted to make himself worth your time. He had wanted to give you the world. Something, anything to show you just how much he adored you.

But he supposes you're right.

"This is enough," he echoes quietly.

You get up from the couch to grab your laptop, announcing that the two of you are going to have a movie marathon. To give Mingyu something to do, you assign him the all-important task of ordering takeout. He rolls his eyes playfully but does as you ask, because you're the light of his life and he will order you the pizza you want if it's the last thing he does.

It's a Wednesday. Mingyu loves you, still.

svtsofthours post ->

Mingyu: [zoned out] You: [leans in and kisses him on the forehead] Mingyu: [blinks and smiles at you with stars in his eyes]

[kyurochurro]

they did the monster mash!! 😳 🎃it was a graveyard smash!! 🦇👻

[ksen-noodles]

Blind spot

The SUFFRIN. Scrumbles him further.

[lonesomenecromancer]

yeah whatever, go siffrin from my classes

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Return of the Jedi spiral notebooks (1983)

[littlekhada]

Got my hands to scan some of the stuff from my sketchbook. It's still Thranto, of course, random stuff from March to June. I referenced @calboyvanto 's cosplay in some of these here, make sure to check out his Eli Vanto (I will never shut up about it)

[funnymothguy]

Doodoo 👻👻👻👻

[eatsleepcrap]

Woe, Mal du Pays be upon ye

[galactic-rhea]

Never forget when my little nephew showed up, looking for me all loudly and happy "THIS IS YOURS!!!!!!!!!!!"

And handed me a JAR JAR NOTEBOOK

[mostly-natm]

Thanks!

[perpetualtoysruskid]

[aure-entuluva-2407]

i won't go down in history, whatever that may mean but when the world is ending, at least i've said my piece

and a greyscale version for all your needs