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We DO know, depending on your feelings about EU/Canon, Shmi is my favorite so I accept this as true) from Leia finding her holo-diary in Tatooine Ghost, that Shmi baked a lot of pies for Wald and Kitster because she liked having them around when she missed Anakin.

'They are so proud of you, Annie-and so am I. You have given them the courage to dream of things they could not imagine. And honestly, I don't know what I will do when they stop coming around. I see your reflection every time they smile.

Perhaps that's why I bake so many pies. "

"hm maybe the star wars hyperfixation is already leaving me!" I say and then I want to cry and scream and bite the walls over how happy Wald and Kitster were for Anakin when he won the pod race.

LIKE DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT? EVERYONE CHEERING UP BECAUSE THAT LITTLE ITTY SCRAWNY SMOL SLAVE WON AN IMPOSSIBLE DEATH RACE? THE ADULT PILOTS? THE WHOLE CROWD CHEERING FOR THAT KID??? AND HE DID IT TO HELP THREE WEIRD STRANGERS? AND WALD AND KITSTER WERE SO HAPPY FOR HIM.

But they're so small, and know nothing but harshness and all the abuse of being a slave and then Anakin gives them hope, it doesn't matter what happened after but for them? IT GAVE THEM HOPE, RIGHT THEREEE. I can't imagine how that must feel, you're a DAMN SLAVE, for your whole life which is just 9-10 years of life, there's nothing but dead, you have a damn bomb in your head and you have seen others head being exploded. And then your bestie who's also a slave wins the impossible in order to help strangers and in doing so he wins his freedom. That must be so amazing, like the excitement of seeing it happen? Of being there? How many times did your bestie almost explode? but then he won and escaped tatooine?

THEY'RE NINE.

Do you think Shmi thought of Anakin every time she saw Kitster and Wald running around and playing that they got to join Anakin and become a space wizards?

Ough OUhg i have feelings okay leave me alone i need to bite on my nails and eat paint

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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Most of the processes to produce rayon are also ENORMOUSLY toxic. The sustainable production techniques cost more, and many manufacturers can't be bothered. Safety and quality of life for the people making the products needs to be factored into conversations of sustainability.

I hate you polyester. I hate you rayon. I hate you acrylic. I hate you “40% cotton 60% other material.” I hate you polypropylene. I hate you “pleather.” I hate you nylon. I hate you synthetics and synthetic blends.

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And the best reply:

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i love writing porn and i wont feel bad about it. understanding the eroticism of a character is character analysis if u are enlightened.

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when jason died, they buried him with the possessions that he carried on him all the time. there was a pocket knife tucked into his sock, the bracelet on his wrist from catherine that he never took off, a tangled pair of earbuds in his back pocket, and, in the top pocket of his jacket, the cellphone that bruce bought for him after he was adopted.

that cellphone stayed with jason in his grave. went with him when he dug his way out. somehow stayed on his person when he was taken by the league, and he managed to convince talia to let him keep it throughout all his training.

he doesn’t know why, maybe as a grief thing or maybe just because bruce forgot and it’s not like the bill effected him in any way, but he never stopped paying jason’s phone bill. his number’s still active, still working after all this time. even weirder, but dick started adopting the tradition of adding his dead brother’s phone number to each and every family group chat any of them created after ethiopia. again, jason doesn’t know why. maybe it was dick’s way of carrying his memory with them; including him in family conversations even if they all thought the number was connected to a long buried phone in the pocket of a long dead boy.

the point is that jason wasn’t dead any more. and all throughout his time at the league, he gets to watch the family chats. the mission statuses, the arguments, the rapid spiral every chat went through where they started off using it as a serious bat communication centre only for dick or tim to send a meme and instantly spiral into nothing but chaos that bruce would neither take part in or attempt to stop. jason spectates it all, always fingering the keypad but never actually typing out a message. he came close when there was a heated debate between steph and dick about the best donut types and he knew they were both absolutely fucking wrong, but luckily tim came in to educate them on the right choice last second and jason was saved from having to reveal himself.

the closest call was when little damian got a hold of his phone, attracted to the bright colours of the block game jason had been absently playing out of boredom while ra’s droned on about whatever had pissed him off that day. he’d let the kid play, sat on his lap and eagerly jabbing at the screen, and jason had only looked away for at most a minute before he’d turned back to find the screen open on the family chat, damian having accidentally clicked on the camera button and taken a selfie of the two that he’d been about to send through. luckily, jason deleted it in time, but he became much more careful about letting the kid play with his shit after that.

this is all just a long winded explanation and backstory for and au i think would be funny where jason’s reveal is literally just him deciding to fuck with his family by randomly dropping in through text like:

-in the chat-

bruce: status report.

dick: hungry :( but good!

steph: seconded, im fine

tim: drug bust went to plan, on way back to cave uninjured

cass: ^ same answer

babs: everything seems calm from what i can tell

jason: a little claustrophobic but the coffin’s kinda homely so ig no complaints from me

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Because it is the anniversary of his death, I wanted to share a small story about my grandfather.

Before I knew that I was intersex, I identified as a trans man. And I went the way any trans man has to go if he wants to transition in my country. My parents thankfully were supportive but I was afraid to tell my grandparents. My grandparents were German and lived/were raised during the third reich. While both of them never said or acted in a way that suggested that they had fascist views (my grandfather was until he died part of a leftwing political party), but there still was this fear in me. "They are old, they grew up surrounded by abhorrent beliefs...". And then there was my aunt. Who would constantly claim that my grandfather was homophobic.

The problem was, back then, there were no openly out gay people in our area, so I never got the chance to see my grandfather interact with someone who was queer. So I just believed her. Because she was so insistent on it. And because it confirmed my fears and my brain loves to be constantly afraid.

But I knew I wanted to come out. I had to, eventually, because I had stopped my estrogen treatment (back then, I did not know that I got that because I was intersex) and went on testosterone instead and first physical changes began to show. We all lived in one big house, so my grandparents would eventually notice.

I was so afraid that my father at some point offered to talk to his parents. I waited outside in the hallway that led to their kitchen and listened.

My father explained, easy to understand, that I was going to transition from female to male because I felt terrible in my body. My grandfather asked, "Is that why the child* is so depressed all this time?" I had been in and out of multiple clinics for manic depression at that point. My father gave a yes. And my grandmother made the incredibly selfish comment, "Can't that wait until I am dead?"

Before I even got time to be upset, my grandfather slammed his fist down on the table. I had never seen or heard him do anything like that before. He was a very calm and collected man who preferred to leave the room before he got too angry. "No, it can't wait. The child gets to get well now. And if that is what is going to help, then it needs to be done."

From that day on, he never used my deadname again or used the wrong pronouns for me. Sometimes, he would stop in a sentence to think and remind himself, but he did always address me correctly.

He celebrated with me when my name was legally changed. He built the bed frame for me and my boyfriend's bed when we moved in together, just like he had built the first adult sized bedframe for me when I outgrew my small bed. He drove my boyfriend to his chemo sessions because my grandfather also had cancer and knew how terrifying it was to go alone.

Did he fully understand what it means to be intersex? To transition? No. But he understood that one of his loved ones was suffering and that he could help to alleviate that pain. And so he did.

He taught me calligraphy. He taught me how to sew. He taught me bookbinding. He gave me many gifts.

But the biggest gift he gave me was, that when someone hated me for what I am, I could stomach it. Because this man was willing to unlearn the bigotry he had been taught for decades so he could love me for who I am.

*in my grandpa's dialect it was normal to refer to children as just 'the child' (genderless)

EDIT

I was blown away by how many people have reblogged this post. I believe my grandfather would be very happy to see that he can give some hope and love to others even now.

I do not want him to stay faceless; so here is a piece of art I made for his obituary, with a slightly altered quote added now.

Dahlias were his favorite flowers. Orange ones especially. They reminded him of the home he had to flee from as a child.

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genevieve o'reilly's performance as mon mothma is, quite possibly, my favorite performance in all of star wars. she has brought such life and depth to this iconic character, who, when she first appeared in the original trilogy, hardly existed at all. genevieve o'reilly has been playing this character for two decades now, and before andor, she had been given crumbs, and those crumbs were largley cut, and still, even then, she brought such incredible grace and power to this role. it's truly remarkable, and she deserves all the praise in the world

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Au where Goncharov and Andrey survive everything, grow old together and sit on a street all day somewhere in the south of Europe

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please don't have sex in disabled bathrooms if you're abled. we need somewhere to have sex too

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HAPPY MAY THE 4TH!

I have new AMV out! I got the idea of this a year ago after watching Tales of the Empire. I ADORED Barriss' redemption.

Hope you Enjoy! And May the Fourth Be With You

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HAPPY MAY THE FOURTH

As a gift to the fandom, I have updated ALL of my ongoing fic.

Clandestine Meeting and Longing Stares is COMPLETE

May as Well Pack it Up Chapter 3 POSTED

After the Darkness Shines Through the Light Chapter 6 is POSTED

Enjoy, and May the Fourth Be With You!

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normal guy the sequel

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I didn’t change anything. This is what happened.

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There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two

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Not sure how many new folks are coming here from my Anisoka fic, but I got a comment today on a fic asking "When's the next chapter coming?" That was the whole of the comment.

So let's talk about how I respond to demands for more.

For starters, there is a key difference for me between "this was great, can't wait for more!" Or "loved reading this and I'll look forward to the next update." Both show an actual appreciation for the work put in already, and an understanding that the update will come when it can.

But however well intentioned, asking for specifics I haven't offered, especially without any indication you're actually enjoying the fic, just ends up reading as entitled to my time and energy. Even attached to enthusiasm, "do we think we could get more regular updates?" Is a sucky question to receive. And I have been asked exactly that on a fic I WAS regularly updating, like clockwork, every two weeks on Saturdays.

You never know what's happening on the other side of a stranger's computer screen, but I assure you we are human beings not content machines (AI is a conversation for another time, I DO NOT use it.). Keep that in mind. And know some major fic authors have been known to be so put off my implications of their fic that they take months long breaks or stop writing, and some all but abandoned fic have been finished because someone they liked what was there without putting pressure on the author.

Take care, and treat each other well.

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you found it disgusting and immoral i found it sexy and arousing that’s why i’m happier than you