reblog if you’re gay because of ghosts
THE COOLEST PHOTO I HAVE EVERY TAKEN! A FROG JUMPED RIGHT WHEN I TOOK A PICTURE!!
the ‘$1000 to go to Hawaii’ bride, the ‘I bought a $99 polygraph on amazon’ lady, or the ‘why was $200 so huge’ birthday girl
in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda
once i commit to doing a proper naboo handmaidens redesign its sooo over for everyone
It’s so beautiful I will 100% use it!
phone background from my latest illustration :> anyone feel free to use (and maybe tell me if u do i think that’d be really cool)!!
On the morning of the knife fight I was scheduled to lose, I washed myself in the ritual soap and dressed in soft, loose fitting clothes as was the custom. I would not break my fast until after the deed was done.
My second ferried me to the entry point at the North, where I declared my secret name to the gatekeeper and several acolytes in quick succession. They prepared me for the inner sanctum, infusing my veins with salt water and drawing intricate sigils on my chest. I bid farewell to my second, who would keep vigil outside. I remember very little after this, but when I awoke, I felt a great weight had been lifted from my chest.
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Anyway, the top surgery yesterday went great!
What’s the name!????? As soon as you post it I want to read it!!!!
Hi. I cried writing this snippet so now you have to read it too.
For my Christmas fic, nearly finished!!
“You shouldn’t get his hopes up,” his mother says the moment they’re alone in the kitchen. “What?” Buck asks, confused. Her face wrinkles. “Christopher. You’re getting his hopes up.” “What? How? Huh?” he places the Turkey back on the stove. She sighs, “By pretending to be his parent. One day you’ll have a family of your own and he will get a stepmother. You can’t always stay in his life like this. You shouldn’t act like a parent with him. It’s unfair to him. You are not his parent.” Buck stares at her. He feels blindsided. He knew she’d have her opinions but didn’t expect this. He’s actually speechless. He also feels tears burn into his eyes.
Idk why I cried, normally I'm smiling evily when writing angst.
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