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hi i’m not dead

forgive me! i know i haven’t been active at all these past months, i was taking a very abrupt and needed break but i wanted to give some of you an idea of what’s going through my head right now and what i want to do in the future!

FOR STARTERS- 

i’m going to be dropping “Little One���, i’m going to keep the chapters that i currently have up available to read but i am no longer going to be continuing it. the reason for this is that while i was writing it, i formed it to follow canonical events, and though there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s not a story that keeps me creatively driven so i’ve decided to stop writing for it 

i also have not yet finished season two yet (i feel so terrible saying that lol) but once i do i will notify y’all 

MOVING FORWARD-

i’m going to be writing a new fic that is canon divergent, it’s going to follow a similar theme to “Little One”, just a different plot. it will have a force sensitive, and fem reader as the main character (just as a head’s up). 

what i’m considering doing too is making shorter writings that are different readers, canonly based, etc. while i’m editing or writing chapters for the main fic but i kinda need to think on that one a little bit :)

ANYWAYS

i hope you all are doing well, thank you so much for the support even while i’ve been inactive and i will talk to you guys again soon :) 

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hiatus talk

okay, so i know i’ve been completely dead for like the past two months and i’m really sorry about that. 

i gradually fell back into a lot of mental issues because self isolation and it got to the point where i needed to take break. 

over the last two months though, i’ve realized that i don’t how i was writing the series so i’m be rewriting it. 

i’ll probably still keep up the past chapters but i just wanted to let you know that it’s probably going to be a week or two until there’s another update and i when i do update it’s going to be the start of a new series. 

thank you guys sm for your support :)) 

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um... hi! sorry i’ve been inactive for the last week or two, i went camping with my family and didn’t realize that i wouldn’t have service eek. there will be an update by the end of the week! 

also thank you sm for 50 followers, i love you all sm <3

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What Happened To Kendrick Johnson and Why People Are Demanding Answers Even Now

On Jan. 11, 2013, the body of 17-year-old Kendrick Johnson was found in the most unusual of circumstances: upside-down and rolled up in a school gym mat. The mysterious death of Kendrick Johnson was initially ruled an accident by law enforcement asserting the ridiculous theory that Johnson must have accidentally fallen into the center of the mat while reaching for a sneaker

Some inconsistencies in the case:

the black and white gym shoe that lay on the ground below Kendrick Johnson, the one he was presumed to be reaching for, was lying on top of a pool of blood, but there was no blood on the shoe itself.

A hoodie and a pair of orange and black gym shoes were also found lying on the floor of the gym 

traces of blood on the wall nearby that wasn’t Kendricks. 

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the second autopsy revealed that some of Johnson’s organs were missing and in their place, his body had been stuffed with newspaper.

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Little One- Chapter Four

Chapter Four- Change

Warnings: Discussion of violence and mention of blood/injury

Word Count: 1,327

Summary: With Mando a few  paces near you, injuries in tow, you face the prospect of telling him something you had never wanted him to know.

A/N: google docs is an annoying bastard.

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You turned briskly, now facing the Mandalorian a few paces behind you. He looked exhausted. With the way that he was standing, and now walking, it seemed he was injured.

It took you a second to snap out of it, and in that time you quickly moved to aid him, lightly putting one of his arms over your shoulder to help him to the ship.

“What was that?” He asked through labored breaths as you practically lugged him up the ramp, this time being sure to securely shut the hatch behind you.

“I don’t think it’s the time for questions, Mando.” You huffed, helping him settle down onto the floor. You stood once he was stable and grabbed the med pack. “You’re injured.”

“I can do it myself.” He insisted. You kneeled down next to him, opening the med pack and grabbing an assortment of medical supplies you knew he needed.

“You can’t cauterize every wound you have.” You replied, unrolling a few bandages.

“I’m not going to let you help me until you tell me what happened back there.” He huffed. You stopped for a few moments to watch him cautiously.

“How about I tell you while I fix you up.” You argued, looking over his body for any obvious signs of injury. The only thing you could see were various cuts that had sliced through his clothing, they differed in sizes but for the most part needed bacta spray at least.

“Is it alright if I cut this tunic?” You asked, looking at him for permission. As soon as he nodded, you reached for the laser scissors that were kept in the med pack. Activating them, you started off with a measurable cut on his inner forearm, carefully slicing the fabric just enough to expose the area around the gash.

“Well?” He pressed. You set down the scissors, sighing lightly and picking up a bacta patch while you collected your thoughts.

“The weapon that I used, and currently have on me, is called a lightsaber.” You gently rubbed an antiseptic around the gash. “Have you heard of it?”

As Mando thought, you put down the antiseptic and unwrap the bacta patch in your hand. “I have.” He finally stated. “But from what I have heard they are the weapon of an enemy.”

“You mean the Jedi.” You carefully placed the bacta patch on the wound and smoothed it gently.

“Yes, the Jetii.” You moved along towards another wound, repeating the process like machinery.

“Well luckily for you, I am no Jedi.” You said impassively, you grabbed a couple of bacta patches this time, sorting through them to find the most suitable for the wound.

“But you wield the same weapon.” He responds, his voice still gruff.

“Well,” You finish smoothing the bacta patch and move to another cut. “Think of it like this; someone can wear beskar and still not be a Mandalorian, right? Even if they use it for similar purposes.” This comparison seemed to make him think. You took the few beats of silence to re-examine him. There were now only small cuts left, none that demanded bacta patches but at least bacta spray.

“A lightsaber is a weapon that is associated with the Jedi but it is used by all force users who are fortunate enough to be given the opportunity to construct or stumble upon their own.” You reach over once again to the med pack, now grabbing the bacta spray.

“I’ve never seen it before.” He says, more relaxed and watching you spray over his smaller cuts. “I’ve never seen you use it before.” He clarifies.

“It’s too flashy,” You close up the bacta spray, looking over your handiwork. “I only use it when I have to.”

He definitely looked better now, though the way that he was walking earlier probably meant that something else was going on.

“Where else are you hurt?” You asked, looking back up at his visor. He took a few moments before answering.

“One of the bounty hunters lodged a knife in my leg.” He stated simply and when you looked at him in disbelief, he continued. “Not too deep, but deep enough.”

“Where?” You shifted so that you were closer to his legs.

“Left, on the upper thigh.” You looked down and sure enough, there was a sharp puncture in the stained cloth. You grabbed the scissors, which were now becoming almost too comfortable to hold, and cut above and below the puncture.

“I believe it’s deeper than you think.” You said, almost cringing at how deep it looked. “No wonder you were having trouble walking.” He grunted in response.

You took a deep sigh looking back at the supplies. You could use the synth flesh and bacta, which would work well enough. Thoughts clustered in your mind, all ideas and theories on what would be the time efficient but also helpful to your companion.

“I have an idea.” You said, resituating yourself briefly before looking back up at him with a comforting smile.

“What is it?” He asked, lightly attempting to relax.

“You’ll see.” You placed one of your hands below the incision and the other above it, closing your eyes in focus.

“What are you-” You cut him off with a light glare and a tilt of your head before closing your eyes and refocusing.

Energy flowed through your hands as the force ran through your body. You willed it to the injury, allowing it to course to the deepest part of the wound and slowly, but surely, reconnect the tissue.

You opened your eyes to see that the wound was completely healed. You removed your hands and glanced back up at Mando, who seemed to be baffled by what he had just experienced.

“Anything else?” He shook his head, now running two fingers over his skin. You gave him a small smile and quickly reorganized the med pack beside you, Mando stood as you were doing so and climbed back into the upper level of the ship.

Once you were finished, you entered the cockpit yourself. Mando had already changed into new underclothes, he wordlessly beckoned you to sit down as he prepped the ship for take off. You sat in your seat across from the child, who was miraculously still napping soundlessly.

As the Razor Crest quickly lifted into the sky, leaving the snowy plains behind, the familiar view of space filled your vision. The black of space and the flimsy glare of the stars greeted you.

After a few moments of guiding the ship out of the system, Mando reached over to the control  panel, swiping absentmindedly through what seemed to be the surrounding systems and their planets.

He noticed you watching from beside him and cleared his throat before speaking.

“We have to find somewhere to lay low.” He said, still switching through the planets and their backgrounds. “Needs to be somewhere quiet, not many people.”

You nodded, thinking, before shifting slightly in your seat.

“What about Sorgan?” You suggested. “There’s barely any people, I think it’d be perfect.”

He hummed in response, pulling up the planet on his navigator, and silently read the limited information that popped up on the screen.

“Seems like a real backwater scughole.” He commented under his breath. You laughed and looked at him, clearly amused. He gazed at you in clear confusion.

“It’s my home planet.” You grinned as he immediately stiffened, chuckling even more when he awkwardly attempted to apologize.

“It’s fine, really.” You ushered. “It’s a pretty accurate description of it.” Mando sat back into his seat, turning to you slightly.

“Will anyone recognize you?” He asked, though he did so with an air of caution.

“No.”

You caught onto the question that laid between the lines of his inquiry. But you chose to not mention it

Thankfully, Mando pressed no further and effortlessly entered Sorgan into the navigation computer, moving to face the stars once again.

“To Sorgan, then.”

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I quite often get comments on my fanfic that say “I don’t want to quote your whole fic back at you” but you know that? Please do! Because when you quote the parts that you like and add your own comments - whether that’s an in-depth analysis or a series of emojis - just for a second I get the experience of seeing my own writing through someone else’s eyes. I get the tiniest vicarious moment of being the reader rather than the writer. And I love it.

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people simping over the spec ops guy has the same energy as people simping over Mando

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Hi💞 can you please add me to "little one"? 😍🥰

yess!! of course! ❤️❤️

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so sweet, so soft 

Radio | The Mandalorian

Could we please have The Mandalorian with "Do you really have to play that song on repeat"? // ANON

prompt list

Mando didn't really care about what music you played, he never really paid much attention to it outside of nodding along to the odd infectious beat; but he didn't particularly think about it, he knew it relaxed you and it kept you busy as you sang along on the longer journeys, so he didn't mind.

But then he noticed that the same song kept playing on repeat; he knew you hadn't pressed the repeat button, though, as he caught the odd opening notes at the start of a new song before you quickly turned it back to replay that same song.

Growling a little under his breath, Mando looked over at you, noticing that you were still singing along as passionately as the first time; underneath his helmet, the thick metal, his lips slowly curled into a smile. "Do you really have to play that song on repeat?"

You shrugged, clearing your throat and leaning over, looking up into his eyes through the visor on his helmet as you smiled. "It makes me think of you, is that so bad?"

Mando let out a scoff, letting you move closer and closer until you were settled on his lap, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close to his chest. "I guess not."

"Besides, it's a good song, you know it is," you chuckled, rolling your eyes and relaxing against him, relaxing into the cold metal embrace that you knew all too well and that often haunted you when he couldn't return to you at night. You sighed, a little content.

With a soft and gentle hand, Mando started to rub little circles into your back, a gruff hum coming from the back of his throat as he shifted a little, just enough to get comfortable. "I wouldn't say it's a good song, but... whatever makes you happy."

You looked up, swallowing thickly, daring to reach up and place the palm of your hand against the cool and cold metal, a small smile on your lips. "You make me happy, you know..."

Biting back the urge to grin, Mando let his grip tighten slightly, just so that you were that little bit closer, as he sighed so heavily that you could hear it, he couldn't stop the beating of his heart, how fast and wild it was against the breastplate of his armour. "I know... you... you make me happy, too..."

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Little One- Chapter Three

Chapter Three- The Brawl

Warnings: Some violence, not much.

Word Count: 1,644

Summary: A new planet brings about many new things. And new things bring about new challenges, for everyone.

A/N: Sorry this is up late, I had to spend a little time planning out future chapters and thinking about where I want this fic to go, I really hope you enjoy it! There will be another update this weekend :)

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The three of you hopped from planet to planet, usually spending as much time in space as you could before landing somewhere so Mando could get a job or two for credits. At first you had offered the credits you had stored up and kept with you, but he refused avidly.

The amount of credits that Mando made with each job was easily affected by the fact that he was no longer a part of the Guild. Although he didn’t say anything, it was obvious that he hadn’t quite adjusted to a slight dip in what he would be typically making.

Personally, you quickly reached the conclusion that even though Mando may not have been a part of the Guild, he surely deserved a better pay. He was easily one of the most professional, efficient and adept bounty hunters you had even encountered. He rarely came back to the Crest wounded. And even if he was, it wasn’t an injury that typically needed any immediate medical attention, like a couple of bruises or a small cut. He honestly got off luckily most of the time.

Unluckily for him, around the second week, his luck seemed to turn sour.

The Crest had landed on Carlac in the early morning. It was a peaceful planet, cold and snowy. The cold gradually permeated the ship until it was noticeably colder than normal. When you had initially landed, and you watched as snowflakes calmly fell from the sky above and hit the canopy of the ship, when you looked at the child it occurred to you that he probably had never seen snow before.

He cooed happily at the flakes, lifting his hands above him and curling his hands in an attempt to reach the snow above him. You smiled tenderly, he looked overjoyed, stuck in fascination of such a simple thing.

After a few moments, Mando turned and stood, leaving the cockpit and stepping down the ladder to the hull below.

You look up at the skyline for a few seconds, turning to the child shortly after. He was still in a state of awe and wonder, glee spreading across his face as you lifted him into arms. You tucked him into your side as you descended the ladder and lowered yourself into the hull.

Next to you, Mando tightened a seemingly thicker cloak into his chestplate. Grabbing his rifle from where it was leaned next to him, he clicked it onto its place on his shoulder before clicking a few commands on his vambrace. The ramp of the Crest hissed as it slowly opened, revealing the snowy landscape of the surrounding land.

“This run should only be a few hours.” He stated as you nodded, smiling slightly.

“Safe travels, Mando.” With that statement, he promptly left the Crest and ventured towards a village in the distance. You watched him for a few moments with the little one squirming slightly in your arms.

Stepping a few paces backwards into the hull, you sorted through a few of your belongings before you found a thicker jacket of your own. You placed the child down beside you as you put it on. Once you had secured your jacket, you kneeled down to the child and tightened the robes he wore so that he could be kept warmer. You smiled brightly as he cooed up at you, standing and letting him follow you off the ship.

A small crunch filled the air as you took your first step onto the planet. You turned to watch the little one who was excitedly stumbling down the ramp to reach you, getting slightly distracted by the small snowflakes landing on top of his head and ears. Once he did reach the bottom of the ramp, he took a cautious step into the unfamiliar white and let out a happy squeal.

Chuckling, you watched as he took a slight tumble into the snow, letting out a fit of giggles as he squirmed and tossed snow into the air. You bent down and scooped a small handful of snow into your hand, bringing it to your face before lightly blowing it onto the child, who rewarded your playfulness by crashing into your legs.

Overcome by the child’s joy and curiosity, you both stayed playing in the snow until the chill had reached through the robes of the little one and caused him to shiver. You cradled him and strode back into the Crest, not bothering to close the hatch.

When inside, you grabbed him a new set of robes and swiftly changed him, making sure that he was warm before wrapping him in a thick blanket. You unpacked the cooking burner and set it up on one of the many storage boxes around you. It took a few moments to light it, but soon enough you had quickly prepared Chaka noodles, putting a small serving into a bowl for the child and closing the rest into a container for both you and Mando.

The child eagerly reached for the bowl, struggling slightly to free his arms from the blanket. He titled the bowl back and slurped the broth. As he ate, you closed up the burner, repacking it and placing it in its normal storage area.

You sat across from the child as he devoured his meal, taking the bowl lightly from his hands once he had finished. You saw him yawn out of the corner of your eye as he snuggled back into the blanket, the hours of playing in the snow now hitting him full force.

Scooping him into your arms, you rocked him gently until he fell asleep. As quietly as possible, you opened the cockpit and situated him in his makeshift pram. After watching him for a few moments, you closed the cockpit to return to the bottom level of the ship.

As you shed your coat, a familiar sense of disarray flooded your senses. You placed your coat down, mind racing as your eyebrows furrowed. The sense grew inexplicably greater as the seconds passed until the sound of crunching snow reached your ears.

You immediately tensed. There were multiple, far too many to be Mando, and they were getting closer.

You spun on your heel, only to see a looming figure trekking up the ramp and into the hull through the opened hatch.

The first one to enter was a large and bulky humanoid whose face was obscured by a mask. You hadn’t moved but he quickly noticed you in his peripheral. He was only a few feet away.

“Where is it?” He hissed, turning to face you. Although he easily towered over you and, quite frankly, was much stronger than you, you refused to move an inch and met his stare.

“Unfortunately,” you stated, keeping your face as unreadable as two more hunters now stood behind the first. “I can’t say I know what you’re talking about.”

He let out a deep growl, visibly growing frustrated. “Don’t play dumb with me, little girl.” He stepped closer, now only inches away and brandishing his blaster close to your face. “This is the little Mandalorian’s ship, is it not?” It was an obvious rhetorical question and when you did not verbally respond, he continued.

“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend, but he’s being taken care of as we speak and you can’t be a threat.” He paused, his smugness overtaking his entire face and body. “Soon enough, the asset you two have hidden in this ship will be ours and you will be left with nothing but a smoldering ship.” He now grinned maliciously, though it fell quickly at your response.

“Oh, really?” You cocked your head before moving quickly, grabbing the blaster in one hand and slamming your elbow into his abdomen, causing him to gasp in pain and double over.

Now with a blaster in tow, you dropped to one knee to avoid the shots fired by the others before quickly using the force to dislodge their blasters and send them cascading full force down the ramp.

The hunter in front of you recovered quickly, and swung a blade at you harshly. Dodging to the best of your ability, he missed a few swings before one caught you off guard, forcing you to use the blaster in defense. It was now rendered useless but the moment allowed you an opening to kick him harshly in chest towards the hatch. As you stepped closer, new shots were fired at you.

Outside of the Crest were the two hunters that had been on the ship accompanied by three others. They viciously opened fire, causing you to retreat back into the Crest.

The conflict of the choice you were about to make ran through your conscious. You were stuck, what else could you do?

The telltale buzz of a lightsaber and a sudden eruption of yellow filled the hull and stepped into the range of the hunters.

They halted for only a moment before they returned full force. This was no longer a concern though, as you maneuvered quickly to deflect any shots from meeting their mark. You moved with a new confidence, quickly sliding down the ramp with a new goal.

As you slid down the ramp, you sliced through the two familiar hunters, and when you hit the snow, they fell unceremoniously onto the ground. The other three continued fire, but their inability to land any of their shots and your exact movements made their ranks quickly fall until none were left.

There was a silence, hot air puffed from your mouth as you lowered your lightsaber and softened your stance.

More steps, this time familiar, came from behind you. And a call of your name caused you to hastily turn off your weapon and stow it away.

“Y/n?” A rough modulated voice carried an unspoken question.

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so sweet 🥺 this series is sooo good!!!

Ethereal - A Security One-Shot

note: You don’t have to read Security to enjoy this one-shot—but be aware, if you do plan on reading it, spoilers are ahead!

summary: Din and the princess spend a peaceful day together in the midst of their recovery from recent and tumultuous events.

warnings: lots of good ole fashioned fluff, insinuations of sexual activity, a ~little~ spice, flying (if you have a fear of heights!)

rating: PG-14

word count: 4.459k

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All I gotta say is y’all better rally behind John Boyega in the future. Don’t leave him hanging after all of this. He’s one of the few celebrities I’ve followed that has been this candid and passionate about this movement.

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Why the cliché “you’re anti-cop now, but what about when something bad happens and you really need a cop’s help?” doesn’t mean shit to anyone paying attention

TW:// sexual assault, violence

So I’ve been seeing quite a bit of anti-BLM people present a very flawed argument that I’d like to take a second to address. Since I’m a storyteller at heart, I figured maybe I should tell you guys a story for anyone who thinks these protests are an overreaction to police negligence, brutality, and a complete lack of accountability on behalf of the justice system. Again, this story contains elements of sexual assault and violence, so please continue with caution.

Three women lived in a multistory house on Lamont Street Northwest in the District of Colombia. Two of the women—Carolyn Warren and Joan Taliaferro—lived on the third story, while another woman, Miriam Douglas, lived on the second story.

On Sunday March 16, 1975, two men broke into their home. The men (later identified as Marvin Kent and James Morse) entered the second story, where they proceeded to sexually assault Miriam Douglas. Carolyn Warren and Joan Taliaferro heard the screams and struggle downstairs, and called the police to report a burglary in progress. Dispatch assured them that officers would arrive promptly.

Although a crime in progress should’ve been designated a code 1 assignment, a call was dispatched to the officers as a code 2 assignment.

Carolyn and Joan climbed out of the window and onto an adjoining rooftop to wait for police to arrive. They observed one policeman drive by the front of the property without stopping or even leaning out of the window. Another officer knocked on the front door of the house, but left after receiving no answer. Three officers total showed up, and left five minutes after they arrived.

Carolyn and Joan climbed back into their room where they dialed the police again, reiterating that there was a burglary in progress and they desperately need help. Again, dispatch assured them officers were on their way, except the call was recorded as “investigate the trouble” and no officers were ever sent to the house after that.

Thinking that police might already be inside, Joan and Carolyn called out to Miriam, thereby alerting the home invaders to their presence. At knife point, the three women proceeded to be beaten, robbed, and sexually assaulted for fourteen hours straight.

This is a tragic story. However, during the next few months, while the police department could not change the mistakes they made that night, the court system could potentially provide some form of justice for the horrors those women suffered through.

A court case was filed against the police department for negligence. In a 4-3 decision, the District of Colombia held that police do NOT owe a specific duty to provide police services to citizens based on the Public Duty Doctrine. This ruling has never been overturned.

So, to any American followers I have who believe this doesn’t affect them, that the police are there to HELP and PROTECT, the United States justice system blatantly disagrees with you. If the courts refuse to hold their policemen to the lowest standard you can possibly hold a policeman to (providing police services to citizens) we’ve essentially armed a group of people and given them free reign to enforce laws and issue orders without any legal obligation whatsoever to actually protect the citizens of this country. This is not just at the local or state level, this is a complete and total systematic failure and an overwhelming detriment to our safety as Americans.

This lack of accountability on behalf of the executive branch of government (rubber stamped as completely legal by the judicial branch) coupled with the institutional racism running rampant has resulted in some of the most heinous, disgusting miscarriages of justice this country has ever seen. This is especially clear when seeing the police response to the BLM protestors. Segregation ended 56 years ago. Which means about 20% of Americans alive today have used segregated water fountains. This is not ancient history, this is not something we can shrug off and excuse by saying things are different now.

If the law refuses to look out for the safety and well-being of Americans, then we as Americans must do that for each other. Please take a moment to donate to these bail funds.

End police brutality.

Implement real consequences for police actions or inactions.

End systematic racism.

Black Lives Matter.