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“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?

Geese overhead during my walk today.

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.

i love you because i know you

lily of the valley • 3x5 in • gouache

Night Owls - Paloma Salgado Diaz  , 2023.

Chilean , b. 1990s

Oil on canvas ,

It’s a different blue

Swaddled in airplane footprints

Stretched over the fields

It’s a different blue

Stars stacked like fifty bread brands

A choice I don’t need

It’s a different blue

But the same sky beneath the

Fabricated smiles

Bright Morning - Kaoru Yamada 

Japanese , b. 1975 -

Oil on canvas

by 下班后的阳仔 on xiaohongshu

Camels in Mongolia, marker sketch, 2025

Finally I drew Plo in Hanfu (Han-style clothing - traditional Chinese clothing).

I ALREADY KNEW HE WOULD LOOK FABULOUS IN IT AND HE PROVED THAT I WAS RIGHT.

I love you Plo.

Coby Whitmore - Girl by a Lagoon

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.

the people need your deepest thoughts on the whole blue milk situation

Love the implication that he drinks milk all the time, and that the habit continued throughout his years with the rebels. That one comic where Han asks for a stiff drink and Luke asks for a milk to go with it lives rent free in my mind…

shout out to the Queen's Thief series for teaching me incredibly important writing skills, including but not limited to:

hiding foreshadowing details EVERYWHERE

how to write a seemingly boring conversation that's actually plot-relevant

show and not tell in general

fantasy political intrigueTM

and:

how to write a scene from the perspective of a character who's stuck in a cell for an infinitely long amount of time and they're alone with their thoughts (this happens more than you'd think)

A snippet from my WIP for the "slice of life" alternate option:

Sabine closed her eyes and let it all sink into her skin. The sharp tang of the food on her tongue. The similarly sharp smell of the streak of paint she knew was still there, unnoticed, on Ezra’s collar. The cool metal of the tabletop beneath her fingertips. The curved edge of her plate. The rustle of movement and laughter all around her, Ezra’s fingers pressed against hers (I can always count on you) and the sound as he whispered in her ear, “It’s like home, isn’t it?”

I have no idea who else is doing this game, so I'm going to tag anyone who wants to join in and hasn't yet!

Let’s play the:

Here’s your open invitation. 😁 If you’re seeing this post and you have a current WIP for Sabezra Week, then you can play the Sabezra Week Tag Game!

It’s really simple:

Reblog this post

Add a WIP snippet of any kind

Tag at least one Sabezra Week friend

Post

That’s it! We can’t wait to see what you’re up to!

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