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Rewatching "A New Hope" now and enchanted by many details. I like how slow it feels, compared to the prequels films, how the shots linger where appropriate, so you can appreciate the charming and impressive special effects, and how you're left to figure out a lot about this strange sci-fi universe here as you go.

But most of all, I think I'm enjoying the fact that one of Luke's first few lines is him basically calling Tatooine a shithole. "Well, if there's a bright center of the universe, you're on the planet that it's farthest from." What a snarky bitch. I love him.

It's funny that there's a bit of a fandom perception that Leia is the constantly angry one and Luke is comparably sunny and sweet, but Luke is pissed the fuck off a lot of the time too! He's keeping up a smile here and there, sure, but his life sucks! He just channels that anger into rescuing princesses and blowing up Death Stars, apparently. (And Leia can also be very sweet and friendly and caring!)

Like, Luke and Leia both become more emotionally in-tune with themselves as they grow over the course of this trilogy; they're pretty emotionally intelligent and stable considering everything they've been through. Luke learns to face his fears to better know himself and become a Jedi. But at the same time, I think that Luke has to learn how to do that emotional searching, it's not really natural to him, because this farmboy is at heart partially a "flying off to a nicer planet to get this 'therapy' thing is expensive, getting in your speeder and shooting womp rats until you don't care anymore is cheap" kind of guy.

Israel has killed over 50 Palestinian journalists in the last 46 days. People like Motaz Azaiza are literally risking their lives to shed light on Gaza.

back in my anakin era 🤭

It's been 55 days and 75 years

bisan has just posted a video that israel has lit up the sky, signalling they will bomb tonight, and that she has nowhere to go. she is in khan yunis--the south, where she was told to go to.

you can hear planes overhead as she speaks.

she wants israel to finally admit the truth--they do not want palestinians to go to "safe" parts of gaza, they want people to leave entirely and recreate the 1948 nakba.

please spread the word, please keep bisan in your thoughts, and do not let this happen in silence.

they say 'wya?' and i say im in my delulu era and miles morales is responsible. thank you so much for the serotonin boost bc what the fuck. this is amazing. this part particularly got me giggling my feet:

📌 "Sorry for taking so long babe," he grinned, bending down to place a kiss just below his drawing before looking up at you almost sheepishly.

your writing style is amazing, hello? i can picture miles *doing* that. i can picture his soft smile in this paragraph alone too:

📌He wasn't even thinking of his drawing anymore as he watched you, being adorable as ever. He was going to add that no drawing of his would be more art than you were.

ajsjsdb thank you for sharing your craft to the internet. this is amazing ❤️

none would be more art than you || miles morales

"You know you have like a hundred notebooks that aren't even filled yet."

You groaned, glancing at Miles who had a marker in one hand, and the other gently holding your arm still.

It was a free period and you decided to hangout at some random corner. One thing led to another, a pack of colored markers were pulled out of seemingly nowhere, and now you were a human canvas. 

"Don't move," he hissed. 

"You're gonna mess it up."

He said this without even looking up at you, eyes dead focused on whatever he was drawing on your upper arm. 

If your arm wasn't starting to tingle you would have giggled as the tip of his tongue peaked out of the corner of his lip.

"Miles my arm is gonna fall asleep," you complained, despite your free arm moving to hold up your sleeve so it wouldn't get in his way.

"Let it, it might be tired," is all he responded with as he switched out his marker for another color.

"Fine, just hurry up."

Minutes passed and so did markers, and Miles was finally capping the last one and putting it back in its box.

"Okay, it's done," he flourished his hand before beginning to rub up and down your arm gently to get the blood flowing once more. Of course while avoiding his new art piece. 

"Sorry for taking so long babe," he grinned, bending down to place a kiss just below his drawing before looking up at you almost sheepishly.

The skin of your cheeks went hot at the action, making you smile back at him.

"You only get a pass because I think you're cute," your finger tapped his nose, now making his skin go hot. 

"Lemme see it now," you moved your arm, angling it up towards your head so you could finally see what was so important he couldn't let you stretch.

It was worth it. 

The drawing was of your names. Yours and his intertwined in a mix of bubble letters and cursive, with splashes of color spread out behind it, your favorites and his. In the middle of it all  were two silhouettes, and it was enough to make you swoon.

"Awww, this is so cute, ligaya," you smiled, moving your arm around to get better angles of it, and he chuckled at your compliments, smiling along with you.

"You kinda half branded me like a whore, but it's still cute," you teased, locking eyes with him, making his flustered expression morph playfully into one of annoyance.

"Oh, shut up, he pushed your forehead with two fingers, making you laugh.

"I'm glad you like it. I'm trying to mix some stuff up."

"I love it," you corrected, making him smile even wider.

"I'm gonna feel so bad when this comes off in the shower, quick snap a picture," you tell him, already fixing your hair and turning to the side so he could get a good angle of you and the drawing.

"Okay, okay, gimme a sec," he dug into his pocket to grab his phone. Adjusting it just enough so that the lighting around you perfectly highlighted you and his drawing. But mostly you.

"Okay, ready," he promoted, and you began giving him various poses.

There was one of you slightly glaring at the camera in a poor attempt of looking fierce. One of you with a wide smile, cheek on your shoulder as you pointed happily at the piece. And another of you pretending to lick it off.

Miles laughed heartily as you posed your heart out, happily clicking away on his phone. He didn't care if the memory got full, you were worth it.

The laughs continued until you were slightly out of breath, hair now out of place from your constant moving. You sat there smiling softly as you caught your breath, looking fondly down at your names.

Things had gone quiet, so much so that you glanced up to catch the boy you loved looking at you with an almost distant look in his eye.

"What?" You quirked a brow, suddenly getting a bit self conscious at how he just stared.

 "Do I look bad?" You straightened up in your seat .

"Is it the lighting? I can move if you wa-," you were saying, beginning to stand up before Miles stopped you.

"No, no, no," he shook his head, putting his phone to the side and gently pulling you back down to sit.

"It's perfect," he assured you.

 "You're perfect," he whispered, and you were flustered all over again. You were unable to speak, but he didn't mind. He continued to look at you with a look you realized wasn't distant, but dreamy.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he inched closer to you, till you were one movement apart.

"Miles," you swooned, gaze flicking down to his lips.

"But you're also really weird though," he added, making your half lidded eyes turn into a glare.

"Fuck you," you pulled away from him, looking away with a pout on your face. This made him laugh, and he pulled out his phone once more.

More laughing ensued as he began snapping pictures of you pouting and swatting him away. Empty threats flew from your lips as he continued on. 

He wasn't even thinking of his drawing anymore as he watched you, being adorable as ever. He was going to add that no drawing of his would be more art than you were.

But he already was cheesy enough for the day. He'd tell you next time.

UPDATE FROM GAZA

edit: 6/12/23

The official death toll has reached 16,248

7,112 of which are children

4,885 are women

7,600 people are still missing

that brings the grand total to almost 24,000 gazans lost

there have been 1550 massacres

40,652 gazans injured

1.9M gazans displaced (80% of the population)

still think there shouldn’t be an end to occupation? still think this isn’t genocide? isn’t ethnic cleansing? still think this is self defense?

CONTACT YOUR REPRESENTATIVES AND DEMAND AN END TO ISRAELI OCCUPATION

btw now feels like a good time to plug the organizations that the kissinger death tontine accepted donations-as-submissions from!

☞ Cambodian Children's Fund ☞ Desafío Levantemos Chile ☞ East Timor and Indonesia Action Network ☞ Guatemala Forensic Anthropology Project ☞ The Halo Trust ☞ Yemen Relief Project

"are you implying you want israel to not exist" im not implying im demanding. pleading with God and everybody. explicitly stating. i dont want any fascist state to exist i dont want any ever settler colonial scar on the face of our beautiful earth to exist i dont want that genocidal left hand extension of a hideous sinister empire to greet another dawn israel is not subtle at all about its child killing and innocents killing palestinian killing it hasnt been subtle about its fascism in seventy and more years and im not subtle about wanting it to end and wanting it to never have a chance to spring back up again

Listen... Percy. I'm sorry.

PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS 1.02 "I Become Supreme Lord Of The Bathroom"