Obi-Wan drinking that tea and aggressively minding his own business
I distinctly remember drawing this like 3-4 days after the Last Jedi premiere: everyone was ARGUING about TLJ and I was kinda tired of it, so I went and hid in the Clone Wars side of the fandom
forever for a while lol
Hello everyone!! This week I’m sharing the piece I did for @ineffableeraszine for their Blitz zine! It was also chosen to be the cover art, which was a first for me and something I feel incredibly proud of :D
I hope you’ll like it as much as I liked working on it ♥
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[ID] It’s the scene from Good Omens episode 3 where Aziraphale enters the church in 1941. The moonlight passes through the stained glass above him, highlightning his wings. The wings are transparent and only visible through the light coming in through the windows. The stained glass depicts Crowley in a half snake form presenting an apple, the second panel depicts Eve passing that apple to Adam. The third panel depicts Aziraphale “chasing” the humans away from the garden. The only other source of light are the church’s candles, lit behind Aziraphale and on the benches.]
i spent winter putting up all these platforms on my walls for my cat and my biggest investment was these glass bowls made for cats to squish themselves into and it is easily the best idea I’ve had
I love that practically every TF fan has a favorite character that they absolutely adore but like. Isn’t a really popular character. Like one of the ones that only had much development in one continuity, or even only have most of their information from toy bios. Mine’s Sunstorm.
Bless every single one of you that is reblogging this with your Random Fave
G1 Octane, bumming around the universe not being a Decepticon and buddying up with Sandstorm.
This is a legitimately fine poem. I say so with my BA in English and Philosophy and my PhD. It’s DAMN HARD to write something like this. Be impressed, yo.
Transcript of poem in screenshot:
First the cracker batter baker bakes a cracker batter batch then the cracker batter mixer door will open and unlatch so the batter mixer nozzle can descend onto the patch where the cracker batter spreads out for the nozzle to attach.
When the cracker mixer nozzle sprays the cracker batter spray and the cracker batch emulsion lies a-soaking in its haze then the cracker batter mixer starts to stir up all the glaze that the final cracker stacker needs to lubricate the way.
Once the cracker stacker handle stacks the cracker batter squares then the cracker batter’s hardened into double stacks of pairs. Now the cracker separator breaks the crackers in the stackers so the wrappers on the stackers fit the finished stacking crackers.
Then they’re distributed to Wal-Mart.
I forgot about this magnificent poem, and you probably did too. Here it is again.
I highly recommend trying to read it aloud, it feels delightful and is almost impossible.
THE ONLY GREEK GOD TWINK IS HERMES, APOLLO IS ON THE HUNKIER SIDE OF TWUNK AT BEST. DIONYSUS IS THE GOD OF FEASTING AND ORGIES AND PARTYING DUDE LOOKS LIKE JACK BLACK. HES GOT MEAT. HES GOT CHUB. STOP LYING TO YOURSELF.
-Graduated in the top 4% of his year -was bullied by jocks -Is a history nerd -was so much of a teacher’s pet that he cheated on an exam and was commended for it -Was referred to as “a stack of books with legs”
Jean-Luc Picard:
-Spent all his free time drinking in pubs and playing billiards -broke more hearts than he can remember -started a bar fight that ended up in him being stabbed in the heart -likes to explore dangerous ruins of ancient civilizations for fun -wouldn’t even have become a starship captain if he wasn’t this much of a hothead
And yet people still manage to get it backwards???
I think it’s a problem of First Officer, really.
Jim Kirk seems like a wild man because he’s standing next to calm, logical Spock.*
Meanwhile, Picard seems stately and dignified because he’s standing next to Will “Any alien physiology is bangable if you just put some thought into it” Riker*.
* Of course THEN, we get to the next layer, which is that Spock is the dude who told the Vulcan Science Academy to fuck itself, while Riker plays the trombone.
The Federation is a confusing place.
It’s definitely also a casting thing, to be fair. Shatner got a SCRIPT that said “play a giant gay nerd” but he played him like a jock fuckboy, and Stewart’s script said “play a jock fuckboy” and he played him like a giant gay nerd. Both of these were inspired decisions and I love them for making them.
It’s age, too. We see Picard after he’s grown out of his nonsense. In the first episode, he has a talk with Riker like, “Hey, just so you know? I hired you because you got written up for calling out your last captain when he was being a dumbass. I consider calling me out when I’m being a dumbass to be an important part of your job.”
Meanwhile, Kirk is young and apparently hot (if you’re into that sort of thing) and all the alien ladies, through no fault of his own, want to bang him 100% of the time–this isn’t a thing he does on purpose and indeed is something he’s often horrified and baffled by.
I personally like that every Starfleet Officer ever seen has ‘Shenanigans’ as one layer of their personality, all that varies is how far down it is and what prompts it.
It is uncommon for the god of Death and the god of the Sun to cross paths, as both are in constant motion.
Geralt needs to collect the dead, Jaskier provides light to the world. Not to mention their countless other duties.
Which is why he finds it strange to find the winged god beside him at his post in the House of Hades.
“Jaskier, what are you doing here?” He hisses through his teeth.
“It’s good to see you, too, Geralt.” Jaskier says with a smile. Geralt imagines that’s what the sun must take inspiration from. That expression. “I had a moment. Figured I’d come bother you.”
“Figures.” Geralt shrugs. He doesn’t mind the company. Death is often a lonely thing.
“Do you really spend all your time down here? It’s a bit…” He waves his hand in front of him, seemingly gesturing to the entire House. “Well, in poor taste I should say. Al these jewels everywhere, dreary colors… not to mention the skull decor.” Jaskier’s eyes fall to Geralt’s wolf skull medallion lying against his chest. “Not that yours is bad! It’s very, uh… hm. Structural. Unique to you.”
“Hm.” What is he doing here, then?
“And fuck me is it cold.”
“Is it?”
“Can’t you tell?”
Geralt considers the House of Hades. All the dimly lit splendor, it’s decor, and the music playing on in the background. “Not really.”
Jaskier leans against the railing, his arms crossed, and looks out onto the River Styx. “What, death is cold, or whatever?”
“Something like that.” He looks at Jaskier from the corner of his eye. “I’ve never known warmth. Death, as you said, is cold.”
The sun god’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “What, never? Never ever? What about Asphodel?”
Geralt hums. “It is what it is.”
“Yeah, well, fuck that. Come here,” Jaskier turns to face him. He holds his palms open and facing upwards. Inviting. A beam of light glows, a soft star six feet under, shining for them. “Now take my hands. Come on.”
There is a moment of hesitation. Odd, that even something like him can feel fear. But he lays his hands upon Jaskier’s.
For the first time he feels warm.
“See?” Jaskier says, that sunlight smile directed towards him. “Not so bad, is it?”
“Not so bad.” He echoes, feeling warmth in his hands… and in his chest.
The moment ends. Mortals are dying, and the ones that aren’t need the sun. This does not change.
However, the sun god’s trips to the underworld rise in frequency, bringing warmth and light to those that reside there.
THEM!!!
important addition: Geralt’s chthonic companion is a 3 headed Roach
(and you get to see Geralt with Than’s haircut in the corner, which is what started this au dknfjf)
“Geralt!”
The voice stirs something in his chest, like the memory of a racing heart he’s never had. Geralt looks up to see Jaskier descending towards him, too fast. It’s a miracle that he always seems graceful when he lands. He alights several feet from Geralt, skipping a few times like sunlight across a rippling pond. The grin on his face is huge, brighter than anything the underworld has to offer.
Geralt never thought about his missing heart until he met Jaskier. He wonders if the Sun god has been carrying it with him all this time, just one more bauble picked up along his journeys.
“It was a snake,” Jaskier murmured, his hand
still reaching out for the hand which trailed from it. He stared at the woman’s
back as she joined the ranks of those waiting their judgement, and his glow
diminished, the sunlit air around him grown pale.
“It bit her ankles,” he continued quietly, voice no more than a breath. “She
was dead before she’d hit the ground. I knew her at once; I know all the best
singers. To think that I will not see her again, dancing and singing beneath
the sun … the earth above has lost a fine muse in her. And I suspect another
shall soon follow.”
