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training with the new sabers

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The Dragon Prince reblog if you agree

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debating attempting to do inktober this year

Inktober Official 2024 Prompt List!!!

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real star wars fans watch lego star wars

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I think we should fall in love more

Why did society decide that falling in love is so sacred and special? I fall in love with my partner every time they laugh at one of my stupid jokes, eyes sparkling and the corners of their mouth twitching up.

I fall in love with my best friend every time he sits on the floor of my room, waving his hands wildly as he spills whatever tea is going on at his school.

I fall in love with my brother every time he barges into my room and asks if I have any book recs.

I fall in love with my father every time he asks me if I want to practice the guitar with him.

I fall in love with my mother every time we sing along to music in the car, screaming the lyrics and laughing as we drive to wherever.

I fall in love with my dog every time I can convince her to get into the pool with me.

I fall in love with my friends every time we get together, swapping stories and sharing the new things in our lives.

I fall in love with strangers, just passing by, carrying their lives with them, reading a book in the library, pushing a shopping cart, the people who say bless you when I sneeze.

I fall in love every day

Love isn’t just romantic

It never has been, and it’s stupid of society to deem it as such

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AO3 IS DOWN

I REPEAT, AO3 IS DOWN

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I am standing in the center of the dance floor, the lights flashing brightly around me. My lover is clutching my hand tightly and beaming just as wide as I am as we jump up and down with the hundreds of other teens. A cacophony of off-key voices scream along to Living on a Prayer and for once, we are all united.

For once, I have hope in humanity.

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rip James Earl Jones.

Thanks for making my childhood so absolutely amazing.

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‼️Flash warning

Reblog to show your blog is a safe space, or don't, no bad vibes your way if you don't wanna reblog <3

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The results are in! Math=Red (I hate math) is officially the greatest percentage! And, Math=Red (I hate math) and Math=Red (I love math) is greater than Math=Blue (I hate math) and Math=Blue (I love math). But, Math=Red (I hate math) and Math=Blue (I love math) are the two greatest percentages, so I think there's something to my theory. Either way, my partner is stunned by my findings and still states that math is blue, even though 217.08 people agree with me (if I didn't screw up my math lmao). They are stubborn and I am so much in love with them it's insane.

Okay, I went back to school shopping yesterday and got a green notebook for my literature class because literature felt like a pretentious green to me. I sent this to my partner with the added comment of math is red, but they responded with the fact that math is blue. My mom says that math is red, and my dad says math is blue. But here's the thing: both my mother and I hate math, and both my partner and my dad love math. So, theory, people who hate math think it's red, and people who love math think it's blue. Thoughts?

Reblog so that more people can see this poll I am so curious.

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It's Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day! So go on, appreciate the fuck out of those who generously share their ideas and talents with us. Today and every day after.

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help last night I finally broke the writers block that had been stopping me from working on one of my WIP’s and then this morning I pulled up the new chapter AND ITS GONE

IT DIDNT SAVE

I WANT TO MURDER SOMETHING

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dysphoria sucks especially when it just…ruins the entire rest of your day. i have stuff to get done but can i do any of it????

no

i have to lie on the floor for hours in sadness instead of being a functional human being.

it’s just exhausting

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Okay, I went back to school shopping yesterday and got a green notebook for my literature class because literature felt like a pretentious green to me. I sent this to my partner with the added comment of math is red, but they responded with the fact that math is blue. My mom says that math is red, and my dad says math is blue. But here's the thing: both my mother and I hate math, and both my partner and my dad love math. So, theory, people who hate math think it's red, and people who love math think it's blue. Thoughts?

Reblog so that more people can see this poll I am so curious.

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Running away.

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LMAO

I love this so much

Soresu Negotiations

“Get help,” Palpatine said. “You’re no match for him. He’s a Sith Lord.”

Obi-Wan turned to look at the Chancellor. “...yes?” he said. “But he’s also something else – something I’m surprised you’ve forgotten.”

“What?” Palpatine asked.

“A politician,” Obi-Wan replied, turning back to Dooku.

Anakin groaned, then sat down.

“Here we go,” he said.

Palpatine blinked, looking from Anakin to Obi-Wan.

“...what do you mean, Anakin?” he asked.

“This happens sometimes,” Anakin replied. “How do you think he got his nickname?”

“Count,” Obi-Wan said, at about the same time. “It’s occurred to me that I never actually found out what the Confederacy wants.”

“Isn’t it a little late for this?” Dooku asked. “We have been at war for several years.”

“True,” Obi-Wan conceded, readily. “The war having started on Geonosis, because of tracing back your clone army which we… appear to have appropriated, mostly because you did it in our name. But that’s how the war started – not your objectives.”

Dooku was silent for a moment.

“I assume some semblance of a point will be emerging,” he said, eventually. “If you could be so kind as to provide it?”

“Wars begin for all sorts of reasons,” Obi-Wan replied. “But how they end… they end because a mutual settlement has been reached. And it’s occurred to me that I don’t know what you’d want out of a victory.”

He spread his hand, the one not holding the – unlit – saber. “It’s not the conquest of the Republic, I can tell that much. If the CIS annexed the Republic, what you’d have would still be the Republic, just under a different name… it’s not the Republic without the corruption that’s been causing it problems, because most of the corruption in the Republic was – was – the big industrial concerns like the Techno Union, Commerce Guild, Trade Federation. But you seem to have taken all of those off our hands, and they provide essentially your entire military so I don’t think anyone else could honestly believe that either.”

“I wouldn’t expect a Jedi to understand,” Dooku replied. “The Confederacy’s member systems have concerns relating to over-centralization.”

Obi-Wan stared at him for a long moment.

“...no they don’t,” he said.

“I hardly think you can have earned your reputation as a negotiator, Kenobi, if you are so willing to be insulting,” Dooku said, archly.

“That’s not what I mean,” Obi-Wan replied. “I mean… yes, now the Republic has an army, though really it’s actually the Jedi’s army and we’re simply letting them borrow it, but four years ago the Galactic Republic was proverbially incapable of doing anything. It took emergency powers for the Chancellor to get the Republic to authorize having any kind of military whatsoever – and the only one available was the one you ordered. That’s not over-centralization.”

He drummed his fingers on his ‘saber. “And I note that I overheard Nute Gunray insisting on the head of Senator Amidala – literally, in those words – as his price for signing a treaty. But I still haven’t heard an actual answer. What does the Galaxy look like if the Confederacy wins?”

Dooku frowned, and after about three seconds Obi-Wan glanced at the Chancellor.

“Didn’t you discuss this at any point, your excellency?” he asked. “Count Dooku doesn’t seem to have thought about this.”

Palpatine blinked.

“...he’s a Sith Lord,” he repeated. “Shouldn’t you be fighting him?”

“It’s called diplomacy, Chancellor,” Obi-Wan replied, before returning his attention to Dooku. “Grandmaster, are you seriously telling me that you never thought about what you would do if you won?”

Anakin checked his comlink, for the time, then the ship trembled slightly.

“Artoo?” he asked. “Can you tell those ships outside to stop shooting at us and give us a wide berth? This could take hours and I don’t want to find out if my name’s literal.”

“Hours?” Palpatine repeated.

“He’s rolling,” Anakin replied, rolling his eyes. “Like I say, I’m used to this.”

He rummaged in a pocket of his robes, taking out a miniature toolkit, and began disassembling his lightsaber. “I’m pretty sure I can retune these crystals to give two stable configurations which it’ll snap between, that should give me a length toggle instead of a single adjustable length…”

“Are you taking your lightsaber apart?” Palpatine hissed. “What if you need to fight?”

“It’s okay, Chancellor, I’ll get about five minutes’ warning if the negotiations are going downhill,” Anakin replied. “That should be time to put it back together again…”

Palpatine looked up to Obi-Wan, who – sure enough – was still going.

“...of course, a separate but related issue is what it’s going to be like afterwards,” Obi-Wan said. “In principle the Republic and the Jedi Order could probably accept the existence of Sith so long as we actually knew who they were and they weren’t trying to destroy us. It’s the fact that the first Sith we met in a thousand years tried to run Anakin over and cut Qui-Gon’s head off as an opening move that’s soured us towards them a bit… but are you really going to be content as someone whose whole job is to die for Sidious?”

Dooku stared at Obi-Wan, baffled, then glanced at Palpatine and Anakin.

“What do you mean?” he asked, forcing his gaze back to Obi-Wan.

“Sidious is your Master, we know that much,” Obi-Wan replied. “Partly because you told me yourself. But has he ever put himself in danger? Or has it all been you dealing with Jedi like myself and my apprentice? Putting yourself out there, in danger, while you do exactly what he says?”

He smiled slightly. “A Jedi would accept that, but you’re a Sith – you’ve said so yourself. Sith are self-interested. What do you think your new master is getting out of the situation? Because if you don’t know, it’s got to be something and it’s probably something he doesn’t want to tell you.”

“My master is quite willing to put himself in danger,” Dooku said, then clamped his lips shut at a frantic mouthed shut up from Palpatine.

“Real or feigned?” Obi-Wan asked. “Do you think he wouldn’t manipulate you? He’s been doing it to everyone else – you’ve said it.”

Dooku’s brow furrowed.

“But we’re getting off topic,” Obi-Wan said, turning to look at Palpatine. “Chancellor, what about this as a starting point? Your emergency powers were granted to resolve the crisis, and I’m sure you want to abandon them as soon as possible… so why not take away the whole reason why the individual systems in the Confederacy had problems with the Republic to begin with? Freely allow the departure of any system which wishes to do so, under the emergency powers legislation; enact a progressive tax, one which hits the Core worlds harder owing to their greater ability to pay, to sustain a carrier based navy able to hunt pirates more effectively than conduct occupations or orbital bombardment, and have the navy established on a sector-federal two-level model?”

Palpatine stared at Obi-Wan for at least ten seconds.

“...he’s a Sith Lord,” he said, yet again.

“Oh, shut up,” Dooku replied. “You’re a Sith Lord and I don’t see you doing anything constructive.”

Obi-Wan glanced at Palpatine.

“...you know,” he began. “I’m quite sure you’d need to note that on your financial disclosure forms, your Excellency.”

He turned sideways, so he could see both Dooku and Palpatine at the same time. “What was the point of this whole abduction, anyway?”

“As it happens, I was supposed to kill you,” Dooku said. “It’s the only way to turn Anakin to the Dark Side, if you’re out of the way.”

“Huh?” Anakin asked. “Is something up? I’ve almost got the crystals realigned.”

“This plan looked a lot better this morning,” Palpatine muttered.