“It looks scary, I know. But it was once green and beautiful, back when the songs were written. It’s Mandalore, the homeworld of our people. Every Mandalorian can trace their roots back to this planet, and the beskar mines deep within. And you know what? I’ve never been there either.”
don’t understand izzy haters don’t understand ed haters they are intertwined they are broken into pieces they love each other but even the best they can do isn’t enough they are barbed wire they are a gold chain they are wrong for each other they were born to be side by side there is not one without the other and it’s terrible now but there’s a deep-seated need to fix it, they’re going to try fix it
so i started watching dreamzzz in class today and. yall. 10 minutes in and i was just crying, like deadass crying, because this is the first bit of hispanic representation through lego that i’ve seen. rep doesn’t usually hit me hard but seeing it through a media associated with a show (ninjago) that was (and is) so important to a 9 year old me is so. wow. i grew up wanting the ninja, at least one or two, to be like me, and now i- and hopefully younger kids who are like me- am getting to see myself in this show. someone send help i can’t stop feeling emotional over this silly little thing that, to be honest, should be normal to see in television.
Okay it wasn’t a “we can fix this together” but it was “I have no idea what our future holds, but it would be so cool if you were in it” and I will take that
"we died young, in some random accident. but to say that if one dies young, they die needlessly...that is to discount the years we had. the experiences we had. our hopes, dreams. i would gladly take my seventeen years over nothing."
Slowly, the strumming comes to a halt — his digits combing through her locks of smooth wax proving to feel so good that it put her in some sort of exhausted trance.
Breathing softly, Candle took his other hand to place it over her heart, rubbing it with her thumb. She was blissfully dozing off, huddling in closer for warmth.
Sobbing in bed because I'm writing a Ulysses fic and I'm caught between him killing the Courier because they are willfully giving up all the people they love and all the good they've done in the Mojave and he wanted them dead and gone-
And him just telling them they don't belong in the Divide with him. Not them, not their soft heart.
"You need to go home," Ulysses would say.
The courier would just laugh.
"Go home, Courier," they mumble. "Your signs. I have them all marked on my Pip-Boy. I don't even know why, but I mark all of the ones I find."
They traverse the Divide KNOWING Ulysses will kill them.
They take off their armour and keep only their finest, best combat knife and a gun on them with enough ammo to get them to Ulysses and to give him a third bullet to put in their skull alongside the two from Benny.
They offer him their knife, their gun, and the option for him to kill them with his bare hands.
Willingly. Selflessly. Painfully.
"I could never hate you, Ulysses. Not for this, never for this. I will never be mad at you for this."
And he's caught.
They're a godsend to this place, so much good they've done.
Does he kill them? Or does he bridge the Divide?
Maybe they go home. Maybe he kills them.
And maybe, after everyone back home knows they're okay... Maybe they do belong here, in the Divide, with Ulysses.