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J.D. referred to Turk as the love of his life. Totally forgot that happened. Night made. Fandom experience made. I can die happy, now.
Guess there's some good to be had in Season 9, after all.

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WELP
J.D. referred to Turk as the love of his life. Totally forgot that happened. Night made. Fandom experience made. I can die happy, now.
Guess there's some good to be had in Season 9, after all.
A Look I Got the Other Day
The other day I went out in a skirt Instead of my usual workman’s pants, Though still with a flower-bedecked button-down shirt;
The flowers of my form flowed as fits the plants Enshrined upon it; made me light and free. Still my skin was made to crawl as though ants
Or wasps, instead of butterfly or bee, Had come to curl and cut away my leaves When disdainful glance or gawk I did see.
A stir of sad rage, and sighs my heart heaves; In new comforts still I find old, tender Wounds oozing, aching, which now my mind grieves.
How could I stay steady and not founder In promise to myself? How could I stand When so weak to judgment strangers render?
I feel as though I’m set upon some strand; The water, cold, laps my feet on one side, And heat at my back scorches barren land.
“Perhaps,” I think, “I could just retreat, bide My time until this age becomes kinder To us, and we no longer need to hide.”
How easily I could set a blinder Upon those gawking eyes with simple guise And steal away from all the world all wonder!
Maybe my ego grows to too great size That I think myself so distant, free of A culture built on loose tongues, watchful eyes;
It did teach me, after all, that to love Oneself was, perhaps, the gravest offense: You must be the worm and never the dove.
I do not care to mend the ancient fence That too long stood vigil over my thought, Strangling me beneath promise of defense;
It pains my heart as though a snare pulls taught Around a hare; yet, all that I can do Is struggle like the fearful prey fresh caught.
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Me after seeing Becky's model
*Edit, it isn't a finished build so most of the entrances aren't 100%
Honestly at this point I think I’d even accept Lucasfilm just making a 30-second Obi-Wan teaser trailer. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be an actual trailer, it could literally just be a half-minute video of Ewan dressed as a Jedi with a single tear rolling down his cheek as he stares at a sunset while the music blares dramatically like I DON’T EVEN CARE ANYMORE JUST GIVE MY FRIENDS SOMETHING TO MAKE GIFS OUT OF THAT I CAN GAZE LOVINGLY AT AND PUT STUPID TAGS ON ALREADY DAMN IT.
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i just joined reddit and y'all it's very similar to the tumblr experience but with less options for replies
OH MY GOD IT'S PYG! Swear to God if Hush is on this hellsite I'm gonna fucking...