Also Wow I Just Realized I Turned All Notifications Off. I Thought I Was Totally Forgotten My Bad Y’all.

I always had a really strong image of weyrs in my head reading the books, and then, the way you do when you join writing forums, immediately realised everyone had completely different ideas.

This was as close as I could get to what I've imagined as a small weyr - dragon on a ledge outside, people inside, because they've always been too big in my imagination to share a proper indoor space. (Ideally I'd have added more wall hangings, and cushions, and rugs, but I am not good at representing any of those things!)

What's your take? Lunatteo on Deviantart has a really cool take on them, as does Ice Ista Weyr!

You can check them out on my page or look at the hashtag The Rust Buckets

They’re my sons and I love them!

These guys(outside of Wrecker) are part of a little squad that go out to find useable droid parts to study from the remains left from inactive battlefields

Hehehe have some self indulgent art

The Rust Buckets meet the bad batch(this time just wrecker)

Record loves explosives almost as much as Wrecker does

Jon is lost on his giant of a brother and Bart is exhausted

I mean I guess idk I always imagined a more turkey like thing

So, is wherry the pork of Pern?

-the bookshop-

aziraphale: *pacing*

crowley: *enters*

aziraphale, exasperated: where have you been?

crowley, confused: I thought you said-

aziraphale: I need your help

crowley, suspicious: okay…

aziraphale, wringing his hands: whilst you were gone, mr brown visited and he…well, he made it clear he wanted to…take me out on a date

crowley, bitter: I see

aziraphale, clears his throat: I, um, to get out of it I-I told him……..you’re my husband

crowley, raises his eyebrows: you did what?

aziraphale, flustered: I panicked! I didn’t know what else to say. he was rather persistent

crowley: so what…we have to act like we’re married around him?

aziraphale, dismissive: oh, I wouldn’t worry. I doubt he’ll be back anytime soon

mr brown, enters: hey mr fell-

aziraphale: *grabs crowley’s face and kisses him*

mr brown, coughs: err, sorry to interrupt…

aziraphale, lets crowley go: oh, sorry, mr brown, we didn’t see you there

mr brown, awkward: yeah just…forgot my hat

crowley, dazed: do you want to stay for dinner?

aziraphale, hisses: crowley!

i feel like the most insane thing in star wars that im not seeing enough people using in their fics is that fact that, even under the chip, cody just fucking abandoned the empire.

dude's literally under a chip that commands him to be loyal to it, and he still ended up going "nah fuck this shit im out"

codys a fucking badass

Not holiday related in the least but I wanna post this very spring themed drawing

I hope yall like her I spent way longer on this than I anticipated

This brought a tear to my eye. This is fantastic

Based on the emo roommates saga.

Ok I’m being so brave about it but a couple of days ago I saw this post claiming that the Jedi saying ‘this weapon [your lightsaber] is your life’ is emblematic of ‘the Jedi’s failure as peacekeepers’ (not an exact quote but pretty close) because why would a weapon be the life of a peacekeeper?

And like. The Jedi are a culture. They’re a religion.

You know that, right? You know that many cultures, including generally peaceful ones, have sacred weapons, right? You know that the bond between a Jedi and their crystal(s) is an extremely sacred thing that requires the consent of both parties and is integral to their way of life, right?

You know that lightsabers are not intended to be only for killing, right? That the first thing Luke learns to do with his lightsaber is to shield and defend? You know that a culture having sacred weapons doesn’t mean that they view killing as sacred, right?

Not trying to start shit, I don’t even remember who said it, but ugh

I am so tired of people thinking Watson is this nothing, that he's just Holmes' sweet little BFF, that he doesn't contribute much except writing the stories, or being in the room, or whatever.

Guys, gals, nonbinary pals, let me introduce you to John H. Watson, lately of the Army Medical Department (from "The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton"):

"He [Milverton] stepped forward, took up his coat, laid his hand on his revolver, and turned to the door. I picked up a chair, but Holmes shook his head and I laid it down again.”

His first instinct to keep the odious snake Milverton from leaving was to THROW A FUCKING CHAIR AT HIM in sheer outrage. And that IS Watson. Always ready to throw down in defence of friends or strangers at the earliest opportunity, if the need arises.

What an icon.