Sometimes All A Bad Day Needs Is A Good Talk And A Good Cup Of Tea.

Early bumblebee/ängshumla, and Buff-tailed bumblebee/mörk jordhumla. Värmland, Sweden (June 3, 2022).

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

Small hands,

Wrapping hope in a box

That will never

be opened.

Fingerprints left in clay

That crumbles as it dries to dirt beneath the tires of a car already gone;

Life written in streaks of purple glue,

Secret writing fading faster than I can read,

A story no one will ever

Care to decipher.

Small feet

Waiting by the door unsure;

uncaring if they are going in or out

Because the cold is just cold

And they don’t know yet how hard

That it can bite

That life will be

One day

When the car that picks them up is their own

And the ground beneath their boots is a foundation

Built and broken

By those they followed into

adulthood...

And one day

Those Feet,

Frozen by the cold

And by boots grown too small,

Will walk back to the schoolhouse doors that no longer fit them,

And Those Fingers

Will let go of still small hands

And

Pray

That Someone

Still knows how to wrap up hope.

Okay, okay, maybe The Queen's Thief crew in a SW au? Your choice on who!

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE this was my sister's idea (ALSO I ALMOST FORGOT @aslansjedi has also written a super fun TQT in Star Wars au! Check it out here):

The Senate building was in an uproar. In times such as these, that wasn’t totally unprecedented. Usually it meant that Senator Organa or Senator Mothma had just delivered a speech that the more Empire loving representatives were losing their minds about.

This time, however, people were rioting over the results of the first vote on Sounis’s sovereignty. And also the second, which had occurred after the king, here to attend the vote, had had the doors barricaded. The second vote had gone in his favor—but the audacity of him commanding the Senate into voting his way wasn’t what was causing the chaos.

In the middle of all of this, Attolis Eugenides—husband of the queen of the planet Attolia, Queen’s Thief of Eddis (some said former. Others were far wiser), strolled through the halls of the Senate building. He was followed by a posse of flustered attendants, all of whom were trying to talk to him at once.

“Your Majesty—”

“I don’t think it’s wise—”

“Please, Your Majesty—”

The king ignored them all, as he often did. Looking decidedly regal in his embroidered and elegant garments, he stalked up to a door guarded by two stormtroopers. One of them stepped forward as if to stop him, but was skewered by a look that made him back down hastily.

The door hissed open, revealing a small sitting room. Far from the nicest in the Senate building, it was out of the way and held a tall man, sitting in a chair, having coffee. He looked up, and the look on his scarred face was startled, but pleased. Sitting at the same table was a woman with short hair and a smile a man would die to earn, but she was not the object of the king’s attention. The king of Sounis was.

Gen cocked an eyebrow at him as the door hissed shut behind him. “You shot the Emperor?”

“You gave me the gun,” Sophos protested.

Lily of the valley by Kawarazaki Shodo (1899-1973)

Feeling accomplished today because I managed to take this picture from Harry Potter Order of the Phoenix:

And adapted it to create my own toad cable pattern!

If anyone is aware of any existing cable patterns that look like frogs or toads, please tell me. I would like to compare, and perhaps tweak mine some more.

Had a kindergartener walk up to me today and ask me why I always wear the same thing. Now I’m going through my entire closet of “teacher clothes” in my head, trying to figure out if I somehow wore the same outfit this day last week by mistake.

Geese overhead during my walk today.

“Anakin is a normal, good kid. And how does somebody who is normal and good turn bad? What are the qualities, what is it that we all have within us that will turn us bad?” -George Lucas

What if I showed you the worst version of yourself?

Who would you be if you’d followed a different path?

The one where you'd sought power in the face of powerlessness?

Or allowed the desire to prove yourself feed your ruthlessness and cunning?

Until your vanity proclaimed that the ends justified the means?

What if greed had become your creed?

Or your sense of duty blinded you?

What if fear strangled you into complacency? Into apathy?

Or pride wielded the weapons of your self-righteousness?

What if grief and anger consumed you?

Who would you be?

[ we are young - we meet for the first time - we look up and find - we've never had it any better ]

sorry for posting non canon art about side characters with a total of 7 non-consecutive minutes screen time do you still think im cool

also flat colours !!!!