cinema is back babey i love weird ass stage plays i love da theaterrrrr

I've know Kira for less than 2 seasons but she is soo so dear to me, I love you my baby soldier I cry often thinking about you.

I worked on this for like 3 days straight I love drawing again! Maybe!

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waiting for a replacement laptop charger to come so I made this partially on my gfs laptop and partially on. my phone.

I enjoyed predator badlands <3

I didn't add that to my tropical enviroments in fiction post, but some people talked about Tatooine in Star Wars as an example of a tropical or at least not-temperate home to heroes like Luke and Anakin, and the thing about Tatooine is that it's not a home. Luke hates it and wants to escape from it. Anakin was raised as a slave there, his infamous meme line is "I hate sand". Same with Rey and Jakku (the running gag is that nobody wants to go to Jakku). Every time characters go to Tatooine, it's portrayed as an exotic planet full of adventure and danger. Not a home.

Which is *interesting* because the home of Luke (and Anakin) is an actual home in one of the traditional Berber styles in Matmata, Tunisia, where it was filmed. The name Tatooine comes from Tataouine in Tunisia. Those exotic places that you see in the movies are or were homes to people and they have been for centuries. People who consider the desert home, like others would consider forests, jungles, plains, or oceans home. But, like I said, tropical and desert enviroments are instead always the Exotic, the Place of Adventure. Never home.

Wouldn't it have been interesting if Luke missed the heat of Tatooine (I know I have missed it when I went to colder places). If he missed the clear desert sky, the twin suns, the customs of his home, feeling a bit alienated in a perfectly clean spaceship instead of a warm lived-in place? Just something to think.

they should’ve been at the club. and they were.

Nog from Star Trek Fleet Command

B’Elanna fixing one of Seven’s implants

e 'n su la punta de la rotta lacca
l'infamïa di Creti era distesa
che fu concetta ne la falsa vacca;
e quando vide noi, sé stesso morse,
sì come quei cui l'ira dentro fiacca.
- Dante Alighieri, Inferno, 12.11-15

more scribbles of Kathryn Janeway trapped in an Angevin holodeck simulation when I should be writing fic but instead I am yearning for a broken monarch crumpling beneath the weight of her own decisions and eroded nobility