#things I loved in february

[marimuntanya]

[donttellunclesam]

stevie & eddie s4

(close ups under the cut)

[gunpowder-arti]

sad cat poem - spencer madsen

[foolsfrogg]

pretend with me for a moment that she got a lifetime ban

iiiii did not feel like drawing a background !!

reference:

^ saw this and immediately thought of her <3

[royalarchivist]

[Immediately after Fit brutally roasted a chatter for being a filthy metagamer]

Dono: You became my comfort streamer. It has been great here.

Fit: Oh, thank you so much, thank you thank you thank you. I'm glad I can bring you comfort when I insult the sht out of some chatters, I'm glad I can comfort you. That's right!

Fit: People say I'm nice, no, I'm not nice. I'm polite. Mostly. There's a difference between being nice and being polite, I am polite. I am polite.

[originalartblog]

it's a goose picture takeover!!

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday (early cause im offline tmrw)

When the dust settles, Obi-Wan is surprised to find himself still standing.

It takes all of him, he thinks, the end of the war. It takes everything he has.

He used to wonder, in a distant, nebulous way, what it would feel like in the aftermath. How his life would return to the routines he held before Geonosis, if the cadence of Temple life would feel strange and unfamiliar to him after so long spent in the trenches. If he would miss the sound of his men behind and around him, the steady stream of words and laughter and presence of others, at all times, surrounding him.

It’s only when the dust settles, when the first grains of sand whip through the arid desert air to sting his eyes, that he realizes that every time he ever allowed himself to think about the end of the war, he’d always assumed that they would win. He had never truly thought they would be defeated. That the Jedi Order, the Temple itself, so strongly entrenched in the galaxy and in Coruscant and in Obi-Wan’s world view, were capable of falling.

He had cautioned others against the same assumptions the moment he heard them. He had warned his own padawan to not look too far into the future, to not plan too much for the war’s end. He had told many people—clones, civilians, holonet reporters, other Jedi—that it was dangerous to think of the war as something they would inevitably win. Nothing was inevitable, especially not victory.

But he realizes now, only now, only as he traverses the desert on the back of a stolen eopie, wearing robes still smelling so strongly of volcanic sulfur that his eyes are stinging with reactionary tears, that he’d thought. He’d always thought. 

He’d never really considered…this.

This aftermath, where he is still standing on shaking legs and everything that he has ever cared for in the world has become ash, has become the dust settling around him.

Everything he has ever known and loved and fought for has slipped through his fingers. When the dust settles, when he looks down at his hands, he expects to find them empty.

Instead, there is a baby in his arms.

And he knows—he knows intimately how much damage these hands are capable of. What hurt these hands can inflict even on those he loves. Loved. 

He knows, as the homestead rises up in the fading light of the two suns, that these hands should not cradle this baby. Not the son of the man he has murdered. Not his brother’s son. Not his padawan’s. Not Anakin’s.

He knows the babe is safest here on this farm in the care of this couple. He knows he must leave the child with them, to raise and love a thousand times better than he is capable of. He has tried before. He has failed one Skywalker already.

He knows. 

And he can’t. He cannot let him go.

While the Galactic empire rises on one side of the galaxy, the dust settles on the other and Obi-Wan Kenobi looks down at the babe in his hands and realizes that he cannot let him go.

Not another Skywalker.

[figofswords]

saw some tags on one of your posts and u have a cat name midna?? 🥺 I love that 🥺 can we see a pic pretty please

oh boy do I EVER have a cat named midna. and she is Deranged

(bonus: rare photo of midna being NOT a maniac + tiny baby muppet midna)

[fishandshesmygills]

today i was like hmmm i wonder why fall semester is always fun and joyous and wonderful and spring semester is sad and miserable. girl the seasonal depression

[emily-mooon]

Redrew the photos of Jonathan and Nancy from the yearbook (and also the behind the scenes book).

[ebbpettier]

simon snow sexy fireman style pinup calendar. is that anything.

[latejulys]

logging in to see Beautiful Images at the cost of being subjected to 9725168340 opinions

[safety-pin-punk]

Anyways heres a sneak peak at the new project. With some stuff hidden away. No timeline on when its gonna be done yet. I might be putting out questions and/or polls related to it as I work on it over the next few weeks though :)

[laddertek]

i would just like to inform you that tango has put his entire plans for something new in the dungeon to watch etho do a run. tangtho girlies win these

Hehe of course! "If Etho was gonna run it then we can put all this on hold." I mean everyone's runs always come first to working on it but Etho's are the pure pure joy. Tango's smileeee when Etho says in chat he is here just to play it 🥹🥰

Of course Tango's hoping Etho's there just to hang and of course he'd drop everything for him. "Can't pass up Etho runs."

And of course that's all Etho came for! To play it on its first day back (and ask after T's vacation) 😊

And we especially win when Etho says things like, "Tango. You're never allowed to leave again!" with so much emotion 😂 And when Tango says things like, "I apologise for my inability to stop smiling" 🤗 Etho (Etho/Tango) runs are cheeks-hurting, perma-smile for everyone but especially for Tango xD

And Etho loves it he loves playing with Tango there. He loves the runs and he loves the back and forth with Tango and giggling at what Tango says. And he gives compliments to Tango (this time, "I gotta say, I'm really impressed with your card system in this game"). And always always tells Tango that it was so much fun 🩷

We do win these!! We win sooo much rn 😂 They're such a joy :') The amount of Etho Tango stream time at the moment is 💫✨🌟💖😊

[royalarchivist]

Rubius: I love Mexico, it's not far at all.*

Roier: You know, Foolish- once I gave Foolish some candies to try and he said he didn't like one that was a top Mexican candy.

Rubius: Which one?

Roier: Glorias.

Rubius: Glorias...

Missa: [Quietly] What's Glorias?

Roier: Foolish, chingasa tu madre, pinche pendejo-

[http-byler]

“All’s fair,” Todd claims, boyishly charming when he smiles like this - blatant, unashamed, unveiled, and Neil wants to treasure it, mark it in oil paints and hang it up to dry, to admire. Even amidst the frigid ends of February winter, he feels alight with warmth, with that of spring, of sunshine. 

HAD to draw this part from where we lay our scene by @smoosnoom <3