A Lil Green Guy

weird little brain tweak/reframing that helped me out. i Often find that advice that seemingly helps Everyone Else doesn’t make any sense to me, in ways that are hard to describe, and it can be really frustrating. but when i find a way to explain it to myself that finally seems to break through and make it click, it feels really good

lord, we should quit but we love it too much

a little oc sketch thing bc i really wanted to draw some armor.... lyrics are from sedated by hozier

some strawhats at sea

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

How do you make people fall in love with you

challenge them to a duel 

a rest 🌿

Forced to learn how tumblr works because quotev has officially killed itself ☹️ (please tell me terms and stuff i should know) (and explain it like youre talking to your mom about your favorite media)

one-sided platonic feelings always hit me so hard. like. i want you to love me like a son, but to you i’m not much more than a servant. i swore our oath of brotherhood out of real devotion, and you swore it out of convenience. i want to go to the ends of the earth and the depths of hell for you and follow you until the end of time, and in your mind that’s no more than what i owe you

Star Wars headcanon #107:

Luke Skywalker really knows his water.

Much as he hated it, Luke spent nineteen years on a moisture farm with an uncle who was actively trying to get him into the business. And on Tatooine, water is SERIOUS business: the EU mentions water imposts, different prices for different grades of water, and so on. An experienced moisture farmer could probably taste a glass of Tatooine water and know what grade it was, what part of the planet it likely came from, and what the impurities were.

All of which leads to a scuffle when, more than a decade after Luke left home, he and Mara are on Tatooine chasing a lead and the local barkeep–figuring them for offworlders–sells Mara a carafe of Grade Three water at Grade One prices. Luke takes one sip and flips from Jedi Master to Farmboy in an instant. Specifically, Farmboy Pissed at Being Handed a Bad Product and what the hell are you trying to pull, pal? I know for a fact you didn’t pay anywhere near these prices per liter, not with those calcium levels–Striker’s Ridge water, right? Have they ever replaced those vaporators? Who do you think you’re kidding here?

Mara finds this simultaneously embarrassing and weirdly endearing. (Farmboys have to drive hard bargains too, after all.) But that doesn’t stop her from teasing him about it later.

(A scream from the shower: “Skywalker! Help! CALCIUM!”)

me? letting an entire fic play out in my head from beginning to end and not writing a single thing down, thus forever sealing it in my brain as a self-indulgent relic that will never see the light of day?? 

it’s exactly as likely as you think