thinking about luke (again) and lately my mind keeps getting dragged back to the moment in a new hope when he comes back to find the homestead burned and owen and beru gone- and how in that moment there’s not this great exclamation of grief from luke, but just a single look of devastation on his face and that always sends me down a spiral about grief because yeah- grief can be like that, especially giant, all-consuming, world-altering grief. no screaming at the sky. no tears. just silence. shock. and after that luke gets up and goes on to save the galaxy. but what really stops me- what i really keep coming back to- is just thinking about afterwards, after the second death star gets destroyed- how there must have been a moment where he just went ‘oh’ because where was he to go then? because that’s one of the things i think is so easy to overlook, because unlike leia with alderaan and how overt and obvious it is she can never go home, with luke and tatooine its quieter, more like one of those awful revelations that unfurl in your belly- because he could go back, but what to? and i think it’s from such an awful moment that we get this beautiful nature from within luke of wanting to build a home for others with his school and there is something about that, that idea of him really getting to turn the worst moment and feeling in his life into a mission to help others, that once again just endears me to him so through how absolutely human he is and i will never stop talking about it
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hi hi !! can i request a karina imagine/drabble with a short girlfriend who she loves to tease a lot, with the quotes:
“you're really adorable, you know?”
“you're so obsessed with me, love”
home . karina x fem!reader (no specific pronouns)
about . 620 words, fluff
warnings . reader is shorter than karina!
it's been a whole three weeks since you've seen karina, and you're starting to go nuts without her.
being in the middle of comeback season means you see karina lesser than often. she comes home at ungodly times, and you're lucky if you can even feel her weight dip into the mattress as she passes out. but even if you wanted to make her schedule a little bit easier by giving her a nice massage or helping her wake up in the morning, she's gone before you can even open your eyes.
it's not her fault, and you know that. your texts are littered with apologies, ones she's probably sent in breaks of long hour practices and recordings, and the mere thought that she cares enough to send a message of her missing you in her hectic schedule is enough to warm your heart. she doesn't know that in reality, those words are enough for you.
it's why you're so hellbent on making a nice, home-cooked meal for her when she comes back from practice today. she's being let off early, and you'll finally be able to spend time together, time that's been missed these past few days. she deserves it more than anyone.
the only problem with this is, to put it simply, you're a little too short to reach the ingredients you need. the items you use daily are scattered between the lower shelves where you can obtain them easily, but karina is the one that likes to experiment with less common ingredients on the nights you both stay at home together. she's always teasing you for not being able to reach things you need, but it's okay since she's usually there to get them for you.
unfortunately, that isn't the case today, and the only thing you can do is stack two stools upon each other in order to grab the romano cheese at the top of the drawer. fettuccine alfredo has never been this physically challenging, but you think it'll be worth it when karina lights up at the taste.
"aww, my baby is so tiny. you're really adorable, you know?"
the voice startles you, and suddenly you feel the two stools toppling under you as you fall off the edge. luckily, it's not too high of a distance and the kitchen mat is plush enough to cushion your fall, but the impact is still painful enough to make you groan.
"oh my god, i'm so sorry are you okay?" you hear as you're lifted up, familiar hands feeling your waist to see if you've bruised yourself heavily.
"karina? why are you home early?"
you have to tilt your head up to see her concerned eyes, and even in her worried state, she manages to look beautiful.
"we finished recording early and i wanted to surprise you. but enough about me, are you hurt? do you need an ice pack? why were you even on two stools?"
"i'm fine, just a little sore. and i was trying to get the romano cheese at the top of the drawer since you like fettuccine alfredo."
the concerned look on her face shifts into one of amusement.
"you're so obsessed with me, love."
"hey!" you protest, hitting her shoulder, "i just wanted to be nice and make you dinner since you've been working hard."
"and you could've made any meal. but my little midget girlfriend decided to make my favorite pasta as a reward, huh?"
she tucks you into a hug, not even letting you respond as you're squished against her chest. her fingers find the tips of your hair to play with, and you breathe in the familiar scent of her warmth.
and finally, you feel at home.
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Many things are touching about the end of TLG, but one that always makes me heart smile and break at the same time is Butler calling Artemis “Arty” when the boy gets resurrected.
Butler’s never done that before! It was always Professional Town between them, as best they could given their insane codependency. But then Artemis full on dies. Not just disappears, he dies. There’s a corpse. And Butler refuses to believe that, but he still is faced with the implications of it. He can’t guard Artemis, or plan for his return. He’s essentially jobless for the first time in nearly two decades and battling grief and his own failure and trying to manage things in the new world after it all goes to hell.
And then Artemis comes back! And Butler, for the first time after all the adventures, after all the years of being a father-figure and friend to this boy - hell, after years of being called “old friend” by this boy - acts as a friend to Artemis. He calls him Arty, a pet name, a name of familiarity, a name for only the closest of friends and family to use.
It makes my brain buzz like happy bees are having a fun little dance party.
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Update: This blog is still alive!
Hello everyone, it's been a while I know
I'm tired of these update posts, but I'd rather post and update instead of staying completely silent. It's been a hectic 3 months. I've had lots of shifts to work, and have just had a few more things going on in my life than I usually have which was quite the sudden change of pace that I was not used to, which leads to my absence over the past little while.
I don't usually let radio silence go on for this long, but now that things have lightened up a bit, I can have more free time to be back here. I'll probably be changing my activity to make it work better with my schedule from now on.
That being said, I just have a bit of shopping to do today, after that's done I'm gonna be back for writing. (Should be back in 1 to 4 hours bc rush hour sucks with traffic >_>)
All my threads I had active I'm still willing to continue (Especially if we've plotted a lot of it ahead) If any thread that was active needs to be dropped please let me know so I can cross it out of my personal thread tracker.
So sorry for my disappearance, but if you've been following me for a long time, you know I always come back when the time is right.
Anyway Just wanted to say hey everyone, I still exist, and plan on continuing to exist here.
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