蛋黄头入侵！

jaydick obikin obkk

[jabbadeeznutts]

how very obikin of you angela carter

[badninken]

Anotsu Kagehisa

[badninken]

My contribution to the Kakashi Path of Life Zine organized by @kakashizine 🍃

When I was choosing which part of Kakashi's life I wanted to paint for this zine, I knew the exact moment I wanted to catch. That second of stillness after he opens Obito's eye for the first time.

The moment just before he pulls his father's tanto for the last time.

To kill a man.

Work in progress 🌱

In print ❤️

[hijkio]

Kamui love

[rotsnovelization]

—Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover

[ekikeki]

may the 4th be with you ✨

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A drag path.

🪐May the 4th be with you.

These are not even half of what I’ve drawn. What did Star Wars do to me I am SCARED

Twi | ins | patre0n | bluesky | Cara |

[narrenstrich]

[lumivies]

oh my god

[02png]

X | Instagram

[upthehillart]

HARRY: I’m going to try with everything I’ve got—to be a good dad for you. ALBUS: And I’ll try and be a better son.

- Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Act Four, Scene Fifteen

19 years later has finally come :)

[devonizara]

#"i have no idea where he gets it from," says area jedi knight still picking glass out of his robes from leaping out of senator amidala's window earlier in the evening.

[frefrnky]

[frefrnky]

同龄学徒au

[cynicalbisexual]

I’m a soldier who’s returning half his weight And did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? Just between us, did the love affair maim you, too?

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker + All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

[wreckedhoney]

gentler reunion

future in flux

in any end–

◇

We'll be together again.

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[pollyp]

Ghosts From Your Past 

Do you ever feel like stuck

In an underground station by yourself.

And all that’s left is you and your ugly reflection 

Staring sightlessly back from the glass door

With no trains coming

Solely the endlessness and the void.

The air is stale and stinks with piss 

And other smells you can’t quite name.

The lights are flickering and buzzing unwelcomely.

Bored out of mind, you try to look at your reflection more closely.

To trail after its contour that glows Faintly under the artificial lightbulb

To dissect it with clinical precision

And make sense of what sense cannot touch.

But it is obscure, and hostile towards further scrutiny.

So you give up with a shrug, 

And try to look away 

To find something else

To occupy your blank but relentless mind.

But now it becomes insistent.

Probing, screaming and kicking at the edge of your consciousness.

Look at me! Beware of me!

It spits out venom,

You will never get rid of me, ever!

Your inability to shake it grounds 

In the circumstances it was made

And the fact that you are stuck.

Here, in this mind-numbing,

Underground concrete prison

That threatens to pop your head off with implosion.

When all four of limbs are filled with lead

An inside turmoil that stirs your viscera

And pushes shame and all the ugly things to the brim

Until you can do nothing but squeeze them out.

Out! Out! Out!

Watch them tumbling out and feel more ashamed and ugly after—

The lights stop screeching.