Only slightly lucid ramblings

Did I finally join tumblr to rant about the Clone Wars finale? Mm, yeah, but I do also have other fandoms and occasionally I art

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Incident

by Norman MacCaig

I look across the table and think (fiery with love) Ask me, go on, ask me to do something impossible, something freakishly useless, something unimaginable and inimitable

Like making a finger break into blossom or walking for half an hour in twenty minutes or remembering tomorrow.

I will you to ask it. But all you say is Will you give me a cigarette? And I smile and, returning to the marvelous world of possibility I give you one with a hand that trembles with a human trembling.

[cassiansrebels]

Hope ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

[may-be-a-plant]

So funny actually that Zeb is considered in canon to be attractive, and since he was Honor Guard captain, also sort of famous among lasat, but hangs out with a bunch of random Rebels doing manual labor, first response and charity work.

Imagine you're a Lasan native just getting their bearings in the Outer Rim. You start to feel faint and collapse only to experience the lasat equivalent of Chris Hemsworth bursting out of the woods to save you.

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Saint Judas

by James Wright

When I went out to to kill myself, I caught A pack of hoodlums beating up a man. Running to spare his suffering, I forgot My name, my number, how my day began, How soldiers milled around the garden stone And sang amusing songs; how I alone Bargained the proper coins, and slipped away.

Banished from heaven, I found this victim beaten, Stripped, kneed, and left to cry. Dropping my rope Aside, I ran, ignored the uniforms: Then I remembered bread my flesh had eaten, The kiss that ate my flesh. Flayed without hope, I held the man for nothing in my arms.

[chemical-etk]

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There Are Mornings

by Lisel Mueller

Even now, when the plot calls for me to turn to stone, the sun intervenes. Some mornings in summer I step outside and the sky opens and pours itself into me as if I were a saint about to die. But the plot calls for me to live, be ordinary, say nothing to anyone. Inside the house the mirrors burn when I pass.

[foxmythical]

“Tech and Phee have been unusually chatty since they got matching friendship rings.” 🙄

~Omega’s Diary

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The Darkest Hour

by James Baldwin

The darkest hour is just before the dawn, and that, I see, which does not guarantee power to draw the next breath, nor abolish the suspicion that the brightest hour we will ever see occurs just before we cease to be.

[incorrect-starwar]

cal, introducing kata: guys we're bringing a new passenger onto the mantis greez: are we stealing her? merrin: new or used? cal: wonderful responses, both of you

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A Dream Within a Dream

by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

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Upon the Hearth the Fire Is Red

by J.R.R. Tolkien

Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone.

Tree and flower and leaf and grass, Let them pass! Let them pass! Hill and water under sky, Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate, And though we pass them by today, Tomorrow we may come this way And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun.

Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe, Let them go! Let them go! Sand and stone and pool and dell, Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight. The world behind and home ahead, We’ll wander back to home and bed.

Mist and twilight, cloud and shade, Away shall fade! Away shall fade! Fire and lamp, and meat and bread, And then to bed! And then to bed!

[necr0mancers]

they all need a vacation

[stop-handing-me-knives]

Even arc troopers can’t resist a little football

(Echo would absolutely smoke Fives—Fives may have speed, but Echo’s got the strategy)

[necr0mancers]

hanging out

[mmeiram]

"Senator Amidala showed up to the Chancellor's Yearly Gala with her jedi bodyguard hanging from her arm, instead of attending the ball alone or with former attachment Senator Clovis, Padme Amidala amazed everyone by bringing her Jedi friend and bodyguard as her plus one. May this show the galaxy how close the Republic is with the Jedi Order!"

i love drawing them at balls and galas.... wish i couldve done her wave dress more justice but i got tired

comms//tip jar

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Adult Grief

by Louise Glück

Because you were foolish enough to love one place, now you are homeless, an orphan in a succession of shelters. You did not prepare yourself sufficiently. Before your eyes, two people were becoming old; I could have told you two deaths were coming. There has never been a parent kept alive by a child's love.

Now, of course, it's too late -- you were trapped in the romance of fidelity. You kept going back, clinging to two people you hardly recognized after what they'd endured.

If once you could have saved yourself, now that time's past: you were obstinate, pathetically blind to change. Now you have nothing: for you, home is a cemetery. I've seen you press your face against the granite markers -- you are the lichen, trying to grow there. But you will not grow, you will not let yourself obliterate anything.

[luketscorner]

for those who get it😂😂👀