Slightly unhinged Tech theories brought to you by:
1. How stupidly open Star Wars canon is.
2. An extremely stubborn form of optimism.
3. That red herrings only work if the real answer is more satisfying than the distraction, and the fact is that not only did we not get any answer AT ALL, but no one involved will actually straight up say it was a misdirect or what we were being misdirected from or even acknowledge there being any direction at all, meaning it was either the world’s most badly executed red herring, or it wasn’t a red herring at all/we just don’t have the actual answer yet.
4. The fact that Tech isn’t a real person, he’s an idea, meaning I don’t have to accept jack shit. Especially when canon has done so little to actually convince me he’s gone for good and it’s so markedly different than every other loss in the show.
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imagine for a moment that you are colin hughes. imagine being closeted from literally everyone at work because of your deep and justified fear about what your entire profession might do to you if things were otherwise. imagine then walking into that workplace in the morning ready for another day as Just One Of The Guys and immediately being told by your (straight) boss to tie your dick to your (straight) coworker’s with the literal red string of fate. and everyone involved is just acting like this is normal. what do you even think in this situation. how do you internally react to this. like. just imagine how many layers of microaggression colin is on at this point. everyone else is like a little baby. imagine this with me please because i’ve been unable to stop imagining it all day long and i still can’t even decide if it is just truly fucking hilarious to me or if i have to be sad about it also
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WIP WEDNESDAY
The people have been reacting well to cunty dame so have some more :)
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All this to say – Nicky leaving was putting a major crimp in Dame’s lifestyle. She plucked a glass of champagne off a tray, taking a long sip and surveying the room from her perch near the window. Tia and Kam were deep in conversation next to the food table, while Nicky — as the guest of honor — was in the middle of the room, surrounded by a gaggle of their coworkers.
Kam walked over a moment later, a small plate of hors d’œuvres in hand. “So, are you planning to go talk to your girlfriend?” She asked conversationally.
Dame rolled her eyes, plucking a canapé off of her best friend’s plate and popping it into her mouth. “Nicky’s not my girlfriend.”
“Try telling her that,” Kam retorted, giving Nicky a polite wave and a smile. Nicky smiled back at her before turning her gaze to Dame, smile softening.
“She knows,” Dame said. “I’ve told her. I’m not the girlfriend type. It’s just a bit of fun, nothing more.”
“Yeah well, the trail of brokenhearted girls you leave behind shows that well enough,” Kam shoved her playfully.
Dame pursed her lips to hide her smile. “You’re just jealous,” she teased, finishing off her champagne flute and stepping forward to greet Nicky who had made her way over.
Dame leaned over, placing a ghost of a kiss on each of her cheeks. “Nicky,” she murmured. “Lovely party. Shame it's goodbye.”
“It doesn’t have to be. You could come back to Paris with me.” Nicky looked up at her hopefully.
Dame plucked another flute of champagne off the tray of a passing server, letting out a noncommittal hum as she looked away, meeting eyes with the Spanish woman who worked in reception, flashing her a wink and a smile. “Better not, I’m quite enjoying London,” she said flippantly.
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i lost the post but i saw someone talking about how some of y’all act like being weird is a choice and like. YEAHHHHHHH.
that’s fine, it might be for you. but i just live like this and don’t know any other way. like yeah i’ve worked customer service, i can do innocuous small talk, but anything beyond that, i don’t understand what i’m missing. and it’s frustrating to see the tonal disconnect especially from people who are like “uwu embrace weirdness!!” where they’re like. dressing quirky and talking about bugs and listening to obscure music and eschewing small talk to ask Deep Questions on the first date and unlearning their tendency to not infodump. and generally have an idea of what Weirdness is supposed to look like. idk man some of us wake up and get out of bed and can’t figure out why the rest of their coworkers chitchat with each other but when they join the conversation it dies.
weirdness is value neutral. let’s stop trying to turn it into a badge because quite frankly, it’s not a choice for everyone. it’s fucking exhausting to never be on the same wavelength as other people and they’re going to react the way they do and label you the way they will without any conscious actions on your end. it’s difficult to talk about this without feeling like you’ll be dismissed as immature, a teenager whining “no one understands me” but the thing is. sometimes you don’t grow out of feeling alone and different, and there’s no good way to talk about it without feeling like people will think you’re just fishing for pity.
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Hello!!! I’m back to ramble again 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
TALK TOO MUCH Y/N I FEEL YOU. “He wasn’t looking at me!” TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN POOKIE. CHUBBY READER MY BELOVED. THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD!!!! Do I not math? Absolutely not it makes me want to rip my hair out but for this fic suddenly I love it.
“Oh you’re unwell.” Thank you Suna. You know what would make it better? A kiss- WHAT WHO SAID THAT??? BAHAHA IT’S SO FUNNY AND I WANT TO EAT IT. THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US WITH MORE SUNA CONTENT.
Also not believing Suna only wanted a photo bcs he wanted to affirm her. He definitely wanted to see a chubby goddess and was like “GUYS. NOW’S MY CHANCE. 🥳🥳🥳🥳!!!!” ALSO HIS REACTION LIKE ABOUT TO BARK??? FIND ME A MAN LIKE THAT. GUYS PROGRAMMERS (not me, please I refuse to make another app I can’t-) MAYBE WE NEED THIS APP FR. WE ALL NEED A MAN TO BARK AT US WHEN WE’RE INSECURE.
Tattoo Suna 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 sorry he lives rent free in my head and the urges to draw get to me occasionally. if you can’t tell I am writing this ask as I read the fic so I can yap about my favorite things bcs I have the memory and attention span of a goldfish. 🧍🏻♀️
SUNA YOU CAN’T BE CALLING THEM BABY ALREADY!!! ILLEGAL. FOUL. SIGN ME UP FOR KITA. THEN I CAN CALL HIM SWEETHEART. WHAT WHO SAID THAT???
Suna doesn’t pull??? LOSER SUNA MY LOVE!!!! I FORGOT THAT YOU WERE A LOSER SUNA ENTHUSIAST!!! LOSER SUNA MY LOVR 🥴🥴🥴🥴 THE INAPPROPRIATE THINGS I HAVE TO SAY.
I don’t think you understand how much I’m already in love with this fic. Suna wasn’t in my top ten (I’m sorry Suna Seijoh 4 have my heart so you can’t be too 3-) but then I read “Take the edge off” and he bumped himself up- point is. Your characterization of Suna makes me fucking feral. And listen, I may be asexual but…
SOMETIMES SMUT IS HOT OKAY GUYS??? LIKE I WANT TO BE DESIRED LIKE THAT. BUT LIKE NOT AT THE SAME TIME??? I CAN’T EXPLAIN IGNORE ME-
Your fics are my drugs fr! Like addicted to how you characterize everyone. They’re all feral and I love it.
This is for everyone who’s made it this far in my rambles; You’re deserving of love no matter your size, shape, skin color, acne, imperfections, and sexuality. Everyone deserves love and that includes you. Drink water, eat food, take a shower or bath to decompress. It’s good to take breaks from your stressful day and I’m encouraging it actually. If you need to stop in your shift to go to the bathroom to breathe for a few minutes then PLEASE DO THAT. I will fight if anyone gets upset at you doing that. I know I’m a stranger on the internet but incase no one has told you today. I love you, you’re doing your best even if your best today was “less” effort than it was the day before or than it will be tomorrow. Point is. Even if all you did today was eat food or read something I’m proud of you and I love you.
Okay ramble over!
Love you guys <333
-sincerely bakery anon 🍪
PLEASE BAKERY ANON THESE ASKS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND I SMILE GIGGLE KICK MY LITTLE FEET READING EACH ONE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH PLEASE CONTINUE WITH THIS
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