I'm Sorry, Back Up. What Do You Mean You HAND CARVED These Stamps?!?! This Is Absolutely Phenomenal!

I'm sorry, back up. What do you mean you HAND CARVED these stamps?!?! This is absolutely phenomenal! Mind. Blown!

Finished all but 6 of my hand carved stamps (were going to ignore just how bad my first two are and the fact that i completely forgot i would need to write obi wan...you know...backwards.)

I need help paying my rent this month that is due on the 11th.This month has been one stressful month so far mentally. Please help me reach my goal!

Rent 0/800

Cashapp : $skywalker341

Hey do you want to think about the way Obi Wan sent his message to the surviving jedi after finding the bodies but before finding out who killed them. Like maybe he might not have found it in him to give a message of hope after that. Maybe.

Bad Bounty Hunter Anakin Spies on Padmé

Anakin's small talk needs work 😅

Emergency Mutual Aid

my friend Vik desperately needs help. within the past 2 days they have been drugged, raped, fired, and kicked out of their home.

They need money for food and a place to sleep. They do not have any support irl, their family is holding thousands of dollars of debts over their head, they don’t have a home and they desperately need assistance.

I know a lot of important emergency funding is going on right now but please reblog and donate if you can.

Their cashapp is $vikftqts

for venmo or paypal, please dm me. You can also dm me with any questions.

they have a hotel room for tonight and I am urging them to go to the hospital and get an advocate but they are absolutely terrified and alone and they have no money.

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh