me – konekorambles

gallifreyburning:

me: enamel pins are beautiful but I wouldn’t know what to do with them. like do I put them on a bag or a coat or something? they’re cute but n–

my magpie brain: SMALL. SHINY. DETAILS????? PIN GET PIN!!!! PINNNNN. PUT. PIN. SMALL. SHINY. GET PIN GET ALL PINS

poiregourmande:

me: you’ve already used this exact turn of phrase two paragraphs ago, that’s too repetitive

me, an intellectual: if I use it three more times it becomes a motif

forcearama:

forcearama:

Me, pleasantly: Anything Star Wars does is mostly fine with me, really; I’m just here to have fun!
Me, impatiently: Let’s get a move on with some new movie ideas over there, Lucasfilm!
Me, with a slight twitch in one eyelid: Really it’s fine if they just never want to tell me what’s going on or just make a couple lowkey streaming TV series for forever now, haha, you know back in my day we hardly ever got new Star Wars so who am I to complain?!
Me, eyeliner running down my face, drinking directly from a bottle of Skywalker wine: LISTEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY SQUANDER SAD DESERT OBI-WAN MCGREGOR, THEY COULD MAKE HIM CRY ABOUT ANAKIN FOR THREE HOURS AND I WOULD PAY FIFTY US DOLLARS PER SHOWING TO WATCH IT HONESTLY DISNEY I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS I HAVE SPENT SO MUCH MONEY ON CHURROS AND LICENSED CHILDREN’S PRODUCTS OVER THE YEARS WHY CAN YOU NOT GIVE ME SAD OBES ON A SAND DUNE WHAT IS THE FREAKING HOLDUP OVER THERE

Me, writing in a diary with a quill pen for extra Drama: Day 1,460: still no word of a Kenobi project. I grow weaker and more despondent with each passing day. Some gentle souls try to lift my spirits with assurances that the powers that be would only ruin Obi-Wan, were they to engage in such an undertaking. That perhaps it’s for the best that we never again see live action Kenobi Hair Swoosh, even though Ewan is literally right there and it wouldn’t even be hard to give me this one thing which is definitely the only thing I have ever asked Star Wars for. Others send me every rumor, every whisper that something might be imminent, hoping to inspire me to not give up hope. Ewan McGregor grows a beard, then shaves it off, then shaves his head, then regrows it all, seemingly to spite me. A single tear rolls down my cheek, my fangirl anguish at levels previously unknown. Dave Filoni and Kathleen Kennedy probably clink champagne glasses while laughing, knowing they’ll be able to string me along for at least another few years.

wolf953:

enbyaceconnor:

Ezra that’s a big mood

[Image text: “‘Queer just means no, I don’t do that. I don’t identify as a man. I don’t identify as a woman. I barely identify as a human,’ explained the actor,”]

slavicafire:

see, the thing is that you can be edgy and dramatic and an absolutely dark macabre-loving bones-hoarding bastard and not be an asshole

nothing’s stopping you from being all that and a caring person overflowing with love

people who think that you have to apathetic and cynical and downward fucking mean to fit the aesthetic are just boring

bluefiredabbing:

commenter on ao3: *writes long eloquent comment*

me, a gremlin author: DHSGFKHLFD IM LOV U U R MAKING ME CRYIGN

katthegreekfangirl:

angst with a happy ending is my favourite honestly like yes bitch give me emotional conflict but dont completely ruin my soul you know

ratcl0wn:

me, to my rats: how can you get any cuter? i think you have reached maximum cuteness

my rat: *splays fingers out into a tiny starfish shape*

me: I WAS WRONG

isilverandcold:

*a wild new meme that I don’t get appears*

me, not up to date, understanding nothing: I guess I must have that short dick energy, this is very sad, Alison play desperado

samtasticmoosesmiles:

Things I can hear: lights, the tv, the workings of a machine, a humidifier, an insect

Things I cannot hear: you talking to me