#no where to go

[rowanisawriter]

post game fahad would start a fight club in treviso lol

[lostkitty420]

Every year I post anya and I definitely will because that still is iconic. But this year I'm feeling more like this one of Buffy. Missing the people not around my empty table. Happy Thanksgiving to all the people that have nowhere to go.

[pillowprincess89]

I hope that someone, anyone sees this ... I was staying with a friend that didn't tell me their house was in foreclosure, I found out when we were being put out. Now I'm out on the streets in a place I don't know surrounded by people I don't know & to top it off it's freezing outside 🥶 if anyone has anything at all they can spare PLZ help me and my kitten get somewhere warm even if just for a night. Anything will help...

#CashApp : $BabyBossxox

#PleaseHelp #Help #GoFundMe

#OutInTheFreezingCold #WithMyKitten #NoWhereToGo

#Lost #TryingNotToGiveUp

[lacy1986]

BAD OMENS - Nowhere To Go (Official Music Video)

[jedi-lothwolf]

Merry Whumpmas Day 6: No Where to Go

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: After the empire finds Obi-wan and Luke, the Jedi realizes he had no plan of where to go.

Part two: soon

It had been a year since the war ended. It had been a month since the empire had found Obi-wan and Luke on Tatooien. It has been a lifetime since Obi-wan was able to breathe.

He didn't know what to do when they first came to Tatooien. When he saw them go to Luke's home, he knew he had to take him far from the sandy planet. After he took him, he learned both Owen and Beru had been killed.

But where did he go from there? The first objective was simply to get off the planet. But after that, Obi-wan had nowhere to go. He thought about going to Alderaan and taking Luke to Bail. But how did he get there?

Truthfully, Bail was the only person Kenobi still trusted. Everyone else had either died or betrayed him. So where did he go?

Geonosis and Scarif we're nearby. While Geonosis seemed like a bad idea, maybe Scarif could be safe? But they would look for him nearby. Naboo was a death wish and so was Corusant.

As Obi-wan made his way though the market he heard the whispers that followed him. There was nothing he could do about them. They were just there. He didn't really care anymore. He needed a ship. He needed a pilot who would listen to him or maybe just be stupid enough to be a wanted man's get away pilot.

Nothing seemed real. He turned a corner to see a dead end. Then he turned to leave. There stood multiple stormtroopers and what seemed to be a dark side user.

There really was nowhere to go. Obi-wan felt his heart rate rise. He felt helpless as he watched them get closer. He pushed them away with the first and ran again. That seemed to be all he really could do anymore. There was too much running.

Tatooien was like a trap. It was almost impossible to leave it. Even though Obi-wan had been a hopeful person, all of that seemed to leave him when Cody shot at him. As the Jedi died, so did almost every part of him. There was nowhere to go. If there was anywhere he could go, it certainly couldn't be home. He could never go back.

Still Kenobi knew he had to move forward. He had to put one foot in front of the other, if for no other reason, for Luke. He couldn't fail him like he had failed his father.

He had to escape. He understood now, why Anakin had hated this place so badly. Finding his way to a hanger, Obi-wan found the ships the empire had arrived on. He jumped into it and started it up.

Gently, he put Luke in his lap. He was small for a one year old. Obi-wan still didn't know where to go. He pulled his comm from his pocket after he took off and reached out to Bail.

"They found us" was the only thing he could think to say. Once Bail answered, the two talked for a while. Eventually they came to the conclusion that Luke would be raised alongside his sister. Obi-wan however would be on his own from then on.

After dropping off Luke, the Jedi didn't know where to go. It felt like an overwhelming theme in his life. At least then he had known that he had a home in the Jedi. But now they were gone. Everything was gone.

Time passed as Kenobi tried to find a way to live in a galaxy that wanted him dead. Everyone seemed to be against him. Not just everyone but everything. Being on his own was never something he had been prepared for.

More than anything he wanted to go home. But home didn't exist anymore. It was gone. So he needed a new home, but that didn't seem to exist. Obi-wan sighed as he sat down at the bar he had found on Ord Mantell. He told the woman across the counter that he really just wanted water. She gave him one and told him to be on his way.

Then he heard familiar voices behind him. It was unnerving and Obi-wan felt like he was trapped again. He looked for other exits but there was nowhere to go.

"General Kenobi?" Echo said with surprise.

"Hello Echo"

[arkhamcalamity]

me: *binges an amazing horror novel in 4 hours that gave me amity muse off the charts bc of it's historical elements and pure anguished, female rage ghosts*

also me: *crying that i can't talk about it with anyone bc the book doesn't come out til SEPTEMBER*

[bizarrebazaar13]

what if your doppelgänger wasn’t evil it was just a person. what if your doppelgänger wasn’t trying to replace you it was just trying to learn to be a person and you were the best model it had. what if your doppelgänger looked at you with your eyes and said with your voice that it just wanted to be loved. what then.

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

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[byjove]

[mysillycomics]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He should be at the Adventurer's Guild.

[batcavescolony]

the difference between Haymitch and Katniss's narration is so funny. Haymitch would give us everyone's social security number if he knew them, while Katniss wouldn't even tell us her mom's name.