If U Ever Feel Bad About Ur Limited Knowledge Of The Star Wars Universe, Dont Worry! Din Djarin Knows

DREAM TO MEME

We’re past the point of being able to ignore this now. @pixellecutie​’s sleeping brain dreamed a dream of marine biology, and you’ve all really put in the work to make it a meme in its own right. Who knew there were so many benefits to being a marine biologist?

~

The origins:

The Minecraft axolotl version by @queerbeemc​:

The Animorphs version by @jivs-jam​:

Even @theshitpostcalligrapher​ chimed in. Thank you, @theshitpostcalligrapher​, for services rendered to the community:

This kissy fishy by @cryptidcanary​:

A reality check by @anxiety-plus​:

The tired marine biologist by @hustlerose: 

Above all things, sophisticated (@noneedtofearorhope​):

More cons (oh no!) according to @essential-npc​:

A delightfully different perspective, this time from the forest floor, by @bepisdrink​:

A worthy remix by @charlesoberonn​:

“I serve the weak. I serve the forgotten. I serve the dirt beneath my feet.”

Okay Ashton that fucks, you win on that one

This is so real.

With SW fic, I always run into what I call, in my head, the Marvel Problem. Not for any super deep reason, but just because I'm also a newcomer into a fairly old, expansive, and well-established franchise. Writing SW fic as a casual fan is always rough because I *want* to respect the source material and keep my work canon-accurate, at least for the most part, but there's just so much lore and so many tangential works that I couldn't possibly keep up with without allocating some serious time to watching/reading/listening to/etc (time that I don't really have). So wookiepedia it is, even though the articles might flatten some helpful details despite their usefulness.

Also trying to figure out flight distance and flight paths is a nightmare.

“time spent writing star wars fic”

superheroes are so weak. “keeping my identity a secret is so hard :/” to YOU. my parents dont even know what type of music i like.

So Happy to have a new cover for the New Yorker! The last Rays of Summer.

Longing

Just a tiny guy watching fish and missing his "best friend".