Imagine Being Ahsoka. You've Survived Order 66 And The Siege Of Mandalore, And Then 16 Years Later This

man lord of the rings just fills me with such profound sadness its a world that just…… makes me feel whole and hollow at the same time

ppl who werent changed forever by youre gonna go far kid by the offspring when they were like 11 and insanely impressionable you just cant understand me

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

Sometimes when I think about these images, about Ezra’s high key instinct to protect Sabine when it came to her family and the Darksaber and Mandalore, I head canon that that’s the reason he gave her his lightsaber. And his home.

Not just because he trusted her to protect them.

But also because he wanted them to protect her.

Because he knew. He knew something bad was coming. I think he knew that no matter what path won out, Mandalore would always fall.

Sabine even said that nothing but grief had come to her family through the Darksaber.

And Ezra knew that he couldn’t stay and she couldn’t go, that he wouldn’t be there beside Sabine when it happened. So Ezra did the only thing he could do to protect her whether she decided to fight or hide.

He left pieces of himself behind.

And then when I think about that, those weren’t just pieces of Ezra. Being a Jedi and Lothal were two of the three the most important things to him. They were all of him actually. His whole life.

So he gave them to her. Because she was that secret third thing.

By giving both Lothal and his lightsaber to Sabine, Ezra effectively laid down his life to protect her in his absence. He went weaponless and alone into the unknown, leaving Lothal to her care, so that when the worst happened, Sabine would have a way to fight or fly. Both a sword and a shield. She would have a home when there wasn’t one to go back to. He basically pledged that, no matter what she chose, he would serve her until her song was written, even when he was marching far away. And I love that about him.

The Quiet Ones Are The Worst

theres something inherently holy about kitchens

anything else you want me to manifest before i go to bed? a fifth season of bbc sherlock, perhaps? a lorax sequel? babygate reveal? cole sprouse socal experiment but it’s dylan this time? it’s been a while since our first dashcon, hasn’t it? also wasn’t there also something about an apocalypse that was supposed to wipe us out in 2012…

tumblr is so like. meaningless. just clicking around. reading lil poem fragments. reblogging things just bcuz the vibe is good. seeing the same paintings on the dash 5 times in a day. making my little 2 note posts. love it here.