TIMELINE CLEANSER
BREAKING: Disney+ is to replace the two-season run of Andor with a recut version that runs for only five minutes, and is just Mon Mothma apologising profusely to Darth Vader for any inconvenience, and letting him have whatever he wants.
We report while the developing clouds are beginning to conflict with the late afternoon light. The world is bathed in a milky sort of sunshine, the shadows are defined, yet pale and fleeting. The sky looks full. Yet again, we wait for something to happen, some kind of spark.
Fledgling (10/14)
I Photoshop Paddington into a movie, TV show, or pop culture until I forget: Day 1567
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I've watched this like ten time in a row 😅 Inject it into my veins next !!!!
youtu.be/wMRxxm7OWWE
Today I'm thinking about how it's not just the little victories that get us through times like these, but the itty-bitty-teeny-tiny victories, too. Like, I replanted a rubber tree a few weeks ago, and now it's spread out majestically and popped out a new leaf, and when I look at it, it radiates joy.
Happy belated birthday, Heather!! I hope you have extra birthday treats this weekend to combat the grumpy feelings. 🧡🧡🧡
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We report: we know the moon is somewhere up there, busy getting rounder, but we can only tell because of how bright this night is. We can just about find our way, with only minimal tripping on roots. It has not rained in a little while here, and it smells like pine and dust.
It's true!!! And I already struggle enough with our own galaxy of vocab, lol
Dabbling in writing a kylux fic for the first time in a long time - I've already switched from past to present tense like four times and also forgot the word for 'datapad' until a minute ago so you could say it's going really well. 😅
Stef, this is beautiful!!!
May the fourth be with you! 💫
Rey Skywalker for this years Star Wars day! I‘m so excited about her coming movie you have no idea!
(I scrapped the first version of the art and instead of sleeping last night I finished this, rip)
#maythefourthbewithyou #ReySkywalker
touch (verb \ˈtəch\):
to bring a bodily part into contact with especially so as to perceive through the tactile sense: handle or feel gently usually with the intent to understand or appreciate <loved to touch the soft silk>(2016)
[ #KyloRen • #ArmitageHux • #Kylux • #StarWars • #RevengeOfTheFifth ]
So what’dya say kid? You think a farmboy and a guy like me… (yes)
#hanluke #starwars #art #skysolo #lukeskywalker #hansolo #fanart
(been staring at this much too long…)
We report: the air is a little heavy, and we say something like "what an odd kind of weather" to our expert, and they reply something like "isn't it just". It does not feel like rain, but it is hard to imagine how else the weather could resolve. Dandelion seeds catch in our hair.
With Andor Season 2 dropping tomorrow, it's worth recalling that Season 1 contained the best bit of writing ever in Star Wars.
Can't wait for Tuesday night when I will make Andor season 2 my entire personality.
We report in the blue: we think it is capital to spend some time in the blue whenever possible. The blue evens everything out, fills in the cracks and quiets down the other shades too. We think we could take the blue with us to the end of the world, a lovely thing to keep.
We report: the way this sunset is going, we think that we have enough light remaining for another day. We could simply pretend that this is not a sunset, and perhaps the sun would even rise back up a little bit. We would try, even, if we were not so eager to go to sleep.
We report while the night is thickening, darkness grabbing at our feet. A few stars have caught onto the bare branches of a tree, taking the place of leaves for a moment. Meanwhile, our expert is disturbing the peace by winding up their faltering dynamo torch every few minutes.
Good strangers ✨
OMG LOVE
#kylux
We report on the first day of the year: it seems the weather is all over the place already, perhaps as a way to avoid blank page syndrome. Still early in the day, and we have seen fog, and rain, and wind. Now the sky is just beginning to clear, a spot of sunshine in the cold.
