Knightsparadigm - Conjuror Of Knights

free my girl she did all that shit but the fandom is mischaracterizing her for it

Star Wars headcanon #107:

Luke Skywalker really knows his water.

Much as he hated it, Luke spent nineteen years on a moisture farm with an uncle who was actively trying to get him into the business. And on Tatooine, water is SERIOUS business: the EU mentions water imposts, different prices for different grades of water, and so on. An experienced moisture farmer could probably taste a glass of Tatooine water and know what grade it was, what part of the planet it likely came from, and what the impurities were.

All of which leads to a scuffle when, more than a decade after Luke left home, he and Mara are on Tatooine chasing a lead and the local barkeep–figuring them for offworlders–sells Mara a carafe of Grade Three water at Grade One prices. Luke takes one sip and flips from Jedi Master to Farmboy in an instant. Specifically, Farmboy Pissed at Being Handed a Bad Product and what the hell are you trying to pull, pal? I know for a fact you didn’t pay anywhere near these prices per liter, not with those calcium levels–Striker’s Ridge water, right? Have they ever replaced those vaporators? Who do you think you’re kidding here?

Mara finds this simultaneously embarrassing and weirdly endearing. (Farmboys have to drive hard bargains too, after all.) But that doesn’t stop her from teasing him about it later.

(A scream from the shower: “Skywalker! Help! CALCIUM!”)

Okay. Gardening 101; or “Auntie Sys I have a yard that’s currently a yard and don’t know SHIT or FUCK about how to make it not be a boring-ass yard.”

Step 1; go to your local landfill and get all of the newspaper you can. Cardboard will also work. If your neighborhood puts them out for recycling, go around and grab them all like a little newspaper goblin.

Step 2; acquire mulch. If you WANT, you can go pay for it at a garden store, but we’re all cheap lazy bitches here so screw that. Most landfills will collect yard waste and branches and chip them into woodchips, which you can get for PENNIES or FREE. Go load up on that good shit.

I like straw too, which I can get for barter because I am related to half the people around here and a solid 65% of my extended family are farmers. I give Uncle Daryl three quarts of elderberry jelly or a couple pounds of morels in spring and he loads me up with straw bales.

Step 3; figure what parts of grass you want to be not-grass, and cover that shit in newspaper, good and thick. 5-10 layers. It helps to wet the newspaper to keep it from blowing away as you work.

Now, cover that newspaper with a good thick layer of mulch.

Congrats, you’re removing the grass. It’ll starve to death under the mulch and newspaper and rot into compost. You now have garden beds and have not dug one single bit of sod.

If you can’t wait for six months to plant, pull the mulch aside, cut a hole in the newspaper, and dig out a plug of sod the size of the planting hole. Throw some compost in there and plant. Tuck mulch back around plant. Water well.

There ya go. Garden beds. In a year, when you pull back the mulch the newspaper will be almost rotted away, and the soil underneath soft and loamy.

ALIEN Art by Karl Fitzgerald

one-sided platonic feelings always hit me so hard. like. i want you to love me like a son, but to you i’m not much more than a servant. i swore our oath of brotherhood out of real devotion, and you swore it out of convenience. i want to go to the ends of the earth and the depths of hell for you and follow you until the end of time, and in your mind that’s no more than what i owe you

This is my first digital sketch, I drew my OC Ida becaude I love her and I wanted her to be forst even if the drawing isnt really good.

It’s us

another illustrated animation ! Had a lot fo fun with this one ^^

‘Thoth and the Chief Magician’, 1925. Evelyn Pau

sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc