🎶amaze amaze amaze🎶

star wars rebels au where everything is the same except kanan has one (1) cunty little bisexual earring

#when I first saw Azune's character art my only thought was 'that makes sense. Luis likes his characters to have beards'#now that I see him without it it's more along the lines of#'There is no way in hell this resting teen-face college grad-looking boy would get any respect as a guardsman sans facial hair'#look at him. he should be on a sports scholarship somewhere#he's an angst-ridden youth in an 80's action-fantasy film#he'd be carded at every bar and asked where his parents are every time he walked in the Brethren Hall#give him some damn stubble he won't survive without it (tags by see-arcane)

One time I came home from uni very upset and my younger siblings asked what's wrong. I said that mutated flies in our lab escaped because someone broke their jar. I didn't even realise how scary it sounded to them until I saw their faces lmao. I was upset because we were short on said flies (they don't reproduce very well) and my siblings thought that some crazy radioactive fly monsters escaped and we are all fucked now. Love being a mad scientist in their eyes lowkey

everytime an artist white-washes Kanan Jarrus, an angel dies.

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."