They're doing the cell block tango
after years of sparring together, mic and aizawa start to get bored, they know each other’s moves too well so mic decides to spice it up by making a new playlist every time they spar and they have to fight to the tempo
I feel like someone went back in time to kill hitler but they fucked up and now this is the climax of the butterfly effect of their mistakes
I can’t get over the continued thematic follow-through of this idea that Jedi aren’t truly Jedi unless they’re standing up in defense of the innocent and helpless, they have to be active in the galaxy, they have to spread kindness and compassion wherever they go, it’s an uncontrollable urge, it’s an itch, “They cannot help it.“
And also the idea that it’s FORCE ITSELF that is whispering to them, calling them back, calling them home, telling them to take up their swords again, reach out in faith and find that the Light never left you, it’s still inside you and it needs you because the galaxy is so so dark and bleak and hopeless and there’s so much evil everywhere and the galaxy needs them to stand up and step out of the shadows and into the light so that they can reignite people’s hope.
It’s the pauses of awe and wonder in even the most miserable and selfish of underworld denizens because that’s a Jedi, the Jedi are back, the Jedi are here, everything will be okay now.
It’s F knighting herself, cutting her own padawan braid and proudly declaring she is a Jedi to save a frightened exploited village bride.
It’s Kanan igniting his saber for the first time in years to protect his future padawan and a clutch of Wookie slaves and the rattled composure in the Imperials when they realize, “Holy shit that’s a Jedi.“
It’s Cal and Cere deciding they were done hiding, done running from the Empire, they were going to fight back, and Saw gleefully pointing to them to inspire his band of Rebels.
It’s Obi-Wan unburying his lightsaber even after being so hopeless and broken and full of guilt and self-blame because people still need him, he’s the only one they can trust.
The whole Dark Times as a sloooooowly turning eucatastrophe, tiny lights of hope struggling to hold back the darkness long enough. Holding out. Buying time until the twin suns can rise. Until Luke and Leia and the destruction of the Death Star and the death of the Emperor and the glorious return of light to the galaxy.
I love it.
this is cursed
Just making some new things as you do...
Just saw this tweet and thought y’all would appreciate it. Fic writers, we appreciate you 💛✨
Stop drawing dionysus skinny challenge
Bitch is the god of feasts, he's got chub, he's got meat. Aphrodite is the god of romance and love but dionysus is the god of sex and orgies, he is ideal cuddling density, dude HAS a tummy.
leave her at UA. she’ll learn so much
New hot take, spinner carries a lot of swords for each meal specificly
@no-one-told-you-life-was-gay @sleepypizzazombie
Oh. OH. *sits here with eyes wet from emotion*
THAT’s why the colours of the Rebellion are orange and white…
you could plopp dabi and hawks right into arcane they would fit in seamlessly
And then they all DIED