#911 lone star#woah#wow#okay#im actually gonna watch this#this just made my eyes water a lot#important note but this is the appropriate way to react when someone loses their hijab!!!#try to give them privacy and if you can offer a temporary cover for their head PLS DO SO…#AND BE RESPECTFUL and avert your eyes ESPEC if you’re a dude#ahh fuck#ive never seen this depicted on screen before im gettin emotins#at least not in western media#tho i could be wrong (- @freshreddie)
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I legit cried over this scene because it was so respectful. Especially the way they are averting their eyes.
As for this rarely being depicted in western media, you’re right. I’m just thinking of the show Quantico which in comparison had a scene where a dude who was pretending to be gay barged in and saw a woman without her hijab and they tried to pass it off as like “well hes gay so guess it doesn’t matter”. While here you see TK (an actual gay character) even avert his eyes.
Imagine stormtroopers painting Vader’s helmet on ships or on armour, wherever they can get away with it.
Imagine stormtroopers praying to Vader as He-Who-Brings-Death and entreating him to pass them by; at first in jest, but who knows what’s serious any more when half your unit is dead and you only barely survived.
Imagine stormtroopers swearing “May Vader take your soul!”
Imagine stormtroopers hearing of Vader, then seeing him in person, and being held back by their fellows, from kneeling in front of him.
Seriously, I am 100% here for “stormtroopers worshipping Vader as a god of death”.
Well that would definitely also serve as some extra psychological warfare if that idea ever leaks over to the Alliance with the defectors.
Which would make Luke’s fight at Bespin like four extra levels of nerve-wracking. I mean, he doesn’t know if Vader is human. As far as he knows, he’s an eldritch death deity straight out of Tatooine nightmare folktales. Of course, then Luke has to Learn Some Things, and everything is confusing and terrible for a couple days and then like probably a week later when the “he survived a fight with a god of death” whispers start circulating he might start actually thinking about it.
Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight, and Darth Vader, death-dealing deity of the stormtroopers and it hits him wait, what does that make me?
There’s got to be a weird mishmash of beliefs among the Alliance anyways; vague memories of the Jedi Force tradition overlaying it, used in expressions, but everything combines with all the traditions and beliefs from all the different worlds and cultures the Rebels hail from.
I am now imagining someone trying to comfort Luke, from what they believe he believes is a close encounter with the god of death. They tell him “no that wasn’t the god of death, the real god of death doesn’t bother to fight because everyone comes to Them in the end, that was just an incredibly dangerous maybe-human maybe-droid”.
Someone else tells him to sprinkle pure water in every corner of the room he sleeps in, and to wear his socks inside-out, so that the hounds of Death will lose the scent if they come to track him down, on their master’s bidding. He asks if he needs to be worried about a security breach; no, he’s answered, mortal security can do nothing against the hounds, not when they have his scent after a close brush with Death, so he needs to remember, water and inside-out socks.
A third person believes Vader holds a fragment of divinity in him, even if it’s a hostile force, and thus every respect must be shown to him and in mentions of him, lest the other divinities grow angered. They speak in euphemisms about Luke’s encounter with “the red-bladed power”.
Oh my gosh now I’m imagining superstitious Rogue Squadron pilots all wearing their socks inside out every time they go into battle or something. So then, one wonders, unless they figure out whose son Luke is what do the stormtroopers think of Skywalker?
Just an upstart? A rival? A Trickster who can’t run forever? Or perhaps a demigod with a story they’re certain they’ll learn one day if they’re patient enough?
Skywalker is clearly some kind of malevolent trickster. He came out of nowhere, tricked his way off the Death Star with the Princess, tricked his way back in past its defenses to destroy it, and continues to evade and enrage He Who Brings Death.
Stormtroopers carefully avoid saying Skywalker’s name, because seriously you don’t want to risk catching the attention of a malevolent trickster.
HOWEVER. If you are really truly desperate because you have kriffed up so bad and blown your mission all to hell and you are absolutely literally dead if this screw-up EVER comes to the brass’s attention. Very cautiously make a little Skywalker effigy with a bright orange come-and-get-me flightsuit, and sneak it onto a cargo shuttle headed very far away in the complete opposite direction from you. It’s a slim chance, but he just might find your trick amusing enough to go along with it and fool everyone into looking in that direction.
and like many trickster characters, he can be equally likely to help or to harm. Which is why some stormtroopers would probably be less than particularly surprised if they ever saw him working in tandem with He-Who-Brings-Death. But tricksters can also come to harm when they bite off more than they can chew, which might be their explanation for Luke losing his hand at Cloud City.
Of course, should said troopers discover that the Trickster (snrrk because Mark Hamill) is the son of He-Who-Brings-Death, they might be like “ah. so much makes sense now.”
She just mysteriously knows things, and whenever you’re around, even when she’s screaming at you, she makes you feel like you can fight anything.
She has a kind of presence like Darth Vader’s but in the opposite sense. Vader’s like a force of demonic force of nature, but Leia is more like a barely restrained mother wolf, primal, protective, and carrying a legacy of something old.
Defectors getting grilled by Leia for the first time freeze up and have to keep from shitting a brick because she might be a head shorter than you and weigh less than an Artoo unit, but when she talks, you listen, like Vader himself came down from the heaven to growl at your incompetence.
Eventually, the alliance starts treating Leia as almost as a mythic figure in it of herself. But not like Vader’s death cult.
The stormtroopers start realizing this when they first see these insignias here and there, a hastily scrawled “Leia Organa blesses us” in aurabesh on the inside of a crashed X Wing. A decorative woman with a blaster painstakingly painted onto what what used to be a Nebulon B.
But they almost never see Luke’s insignia’s anywhere in these piles of rubble. Or any other form of deity.
Soon, the stormtroopers realize that all of Leia’s insignias are on the dead. And they scoff.
“Our deity keeps us alive, and blesses our fighting skills! Why pray to something that doesn’t bring you glory?”
But the insignias keep showing up. And in fact, it looks like more of them are showing up every day. Still showing up on dead frigates and destroyed X Wings.
Until, one day, a particularly naive and superstitious stormtrooper and a particularly hardy prisoner of war were stuck in a prison block together.
“Out of curiosity, why do you paint that woman on your ship?”
The prisoner of war laughed, and laughed long.
“To get you to shoot at us, boy!”
It wasn’t until that particular prisoner of war died in a breakout saving thirty fellow rebels that the stormtrooper took his meaning, and word spread like wildfire.
The stormtrooper corps, so superstitious, and so wary, began to realize why they see her image so much.
The ones who invoked her name weren’t unlucky, they just chose to die more often than the rest.
When they’re fighting in the trenches, and they have them cornered, the rebel who pulls a grenade on himself to slow them down has “Leia Organa” stitched into the inside of his jacket.
When they’re chasing a supply convoy, the Nebulons that run headfirst into Star Destroyers to buy time for the rest have Leia’s image sprayed onto their hulls.
When the rebels are bullied in the empire’s many prisons, it’s Leia’s name that rebels whisper prayers to before standing in front of the lead guard and saying “It’s my fault, take me instead”.
And still the stormtrooper corps and the Empire scoffs.
“So, this woman is a goddess, is she? But you still die. How will that win a war?”
But…deep in the ranks of the stormtrooper corps. Among the innumerable privates who will always be forgotten, some begin scribbling “Leia Organa” on the insides of helmets, and chest pieces.
Eventually, the rebels begin to win.
And at some point, the rebels begin to realize that some of the stormtroopers have begun to scribble “Leia Organa” onto the inside of their helmets.
They’re confused, and wary. It’s not written anywhere people can see it, so it’s not like they’re defectors. The writing is usually in some easily removable ink, something that can be wiped into obscurity with the quickest of finger rubs. So it’s not any permanent political statement. And it’s very clearly Leia’s name on it. Usually with a second name right beside it.
Once they know what to look for, the rebels begin to see it scribbled more and more. Where once it was only one or two stormtroopers a battle, the farther they push against the Empire, they begin finding whole squads with “Leia Organa” scribbled in the creases and margins of their armor, always followed by a completely different name, or set of names.
It’s not until a particularly brave and naive Rebel guarding Imperial POW’s asks them directly that they get an answer.
He cautiously holds out a helmet, asking the assembled prisoners why his general’s name is scrawled on the inside. In a shaky and uncertain voice, he speaks to the confused group.
“It says ‘Leia Organa, please save’” and he lists off the number written beside it. CT-and some several digit numerical code.
In response, a hardened stormtrooper, with scars gained years before anyone in the group had been born, breaks into tears.
The rebel asks if he knew who this belonged to, and the man nodded.
He tells the rebel that he begged his brother not to do it. They were the last two clones either of them had ever seen. For all they knew, they were the last clones in the entire galaxy.
They had talked before the battle, he had talked about how they were going to bring victory to the Empire together, one last time, and how nothing else mattered to them.
But then, his brother went quiet, and just responded:
“You are the only victory I ever cared about.”
And he scribbled “Leia Organa, please save…” on the inside of his helmet, with his brother’s ID number.
The rebel tells him his brother fought bravely, and the clone thanked him through his tears while the rest of his squad consoles him.
From then on, the quiet, the superstitious, and the grieving would comb the battlefield. Checking the inside of helmets and the edges of pauldrons looking for those telltale aurabesh symbols.
And they would go to the nearest POW camp, holding cell, or brig, reading off “Leia Organa, Please Let Me Save…”
And in every camp, in every cell block, there was always at least one person.
Not always a stormtrooper. Sometimes a technician, sometimes a pilot, occasionally an officer. Some rebels would swear on their life they’d seen it happen to an Imperial Admiral.
But always, there was at least one person who cried when the names were read out.
Some were lovers, some were siblings, some were parents, some were squad mates, and some were friends. The rebels didn’t always find out who it was, they were at war after all, and the rebels were their enemy.
But…something about the tears often made people want to talk.
And it was always tears.
Because nobody in the Empire invokes Leia Organa’s name to win a campaign.
Nobody invokes Leia Organa’s name to survive a battle.
Nobody invokes Leia Organa’s name to bring glory, or victory, in any military sense.
No. In the stormtrooper corps, you invoke Leia Organa’s name for the only kind of victories that really matter.
Sending her prayers even a rebel goddess would heed.
You only invoke Leia Organa’s name when you have someone you care about more than life itself.
And you only invoke her name if you’re willing to pay the price for her protection.
And the part the rebels found most surprising, through the hundreds and hundreds of names they read out, was that more often than not, that person those invokers paid to protect only found out how much they cared, when a rebel read their own name out in front of a cell block.
The Force Works In Mysterious Ways and if enough people believe in something, in someone
well, then it must be true, your focus determines your reality
and Leia becomes the Lady of Sacrifice, She Who Gives and Gives and Gives
Luke becomes the Skywalker, the Trickster Who Shows The Way (to freedom, to wisdom, to the nearest cantina? it varies)
and Vader/Anakin becomes the two-faced God of Death, Destruction and Rebirth, The Fire that Destroys and the Ashes that Renew
and when they wake up in the Force to find their new status, the Force quakes in their anger (mostly Leia, she’s earned her rest), their laughter (because Luke can do nothing else, because of course this is how he’s going to spend his ‘afterlife’, with his two most loved people) and their fear (because fear is Anakin’s constant companion, although now? pleasedon’tletmekriffthisuppleasedon’tletmekriffthisupomgmychildrenarehere)
A Star Trek: Lower Decks fan fiction inspired by speculation about the lack of shame and modesty in the lower deck bunk corridors.
This story is tame, does not include detailed physical descriptions, and, with creative directing, could even be in an episode of Lower Decks.
Nonetheless, it has characters in casual states of total undress, and some suggestive moments.
Therefore, reader discretion is advised. Story after the “Keep Reading”.
Towels Are Illogical
By Dan Shive
Boimler’s troubles (or, at least, these specific troubles), began with the arrival of provisional officer T’Lyn.
As Boimler understood it, T’Lyn had transferred from a Vulcan vessel, and was Tendi’s “bestest science buddy”. T’Lyn didn’t look to Boimler as though she returned Tendi’s enthusiasm, but it was hard to tell with Vulcans. Boimler took Tendi’s word for it.
All of which was fine. Boimler was always happy to meet a new crewmate. He welcomed T’Lyn with open arms kept at a respectable distance.
No, the problem for Boimler was that T’Lyn turned out to be a trendsetter.
Naturally, not long after T’Lyn’s arrival, she made use of the sonic showers. As she set out to do so, however, she didn’t wrap herself in a towel. She simply undressed, stored her uniform, and started walking.
Changing clothes out in the open wasn’t unusual in the bunk corridors of the lower decks, nor was it that strange to not be in a hurry to get dressed again.
It was not uncommon, for example, for Tendi and Rutherford to get distracted in the middle of changing, and to have lengthy conversations while remaining in various states of undress.
It was, however, unusual to leave one’s bunk while still undressed as T’Lyn had done.
Mariner, with her usual lack of a filter, caught up to T’Lyn, and walked along next to her while wearing a towel. “Whoa, whoa, T’Lyn! You’re really going decloaked?”
T’Lyn raised an eyebrow. “Why would I have a cloak?”
“Sorry, sorry, turn of phrase,” While still outgoing and assertive, Mariner was a little awkward around T’Lyn. “A towel. I meant a towel.”
“Are these not sonic showers?”
“Well, yeah, they are, but…”
“To dry oneself off is unnecessary after a sonic shower, and it is illogical for me to cover myself. I feel no physical shame. Even if I did, we are about to shower together.” With what might have been a smile, T’Lyn said “decloaking is an inevitability.”
“Yeah… Yeah! You’re right!” Mariner declared. “I don’t need this!” She boldly whipped off her towel, and flung it over her shoulder. “I mean, I’ll hang on to it for now, don’t want to leave towels lying around the corridor, but yeah!”
Aside from a distracted ensign walking into a wall, this moment had little-to-no impact on others in the lower decks. It was later, after Tendi loudly expressed agreement with T’Lyn, and declared them to be “no-towel buddies,” that the idea started to spread.
As though it were the latest fashion, lower decker after lower decker stopped bothering with towels when walking to and from the sonic showers.
Even “towel guy” was now just “guy,” though he was still referred to as “towel guy.”
Tradition is a powerful thing.
Only one ensign, Ensign Boimler, was sticking to last season’s fashion. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he meant to go to the sonic showers, but was hesitant.
Everyone else not wearing towels bothered Boimler, but not for the reasons one might expect. Boimler was not, for example, overwhelmed by the sight of his exposed crewmates.
Back at his family’s raisin vineyard, Boimler was the most eligible bachelor around. Absurdly attractive women, often in states of partial, if not total, undress, threw themselves at him.
Boimler, hyper-focused on his future in Starfleet, and lacking patience in any failure to properly raise the raisins to be, remained completely oblivious. Without even meaning to, he had formed a callous around being affected by the nudity of others.
Tendi, Mariner, Rutherford, T’Lyn, or anyone else walking around in their birthday suits wasn’t going to power Boimler’s lust above impulse.
No, what bothered Boimler was he was the only one keeping himself covered at all times.
He’d mastered changing clothes without dropping his cloak.
His towel shields were up well before the eyes of others could impact his hull.
Not even Section 31 could know the secrets of Boimler’s hips.
But now, Boimler was the only one staying covered. He felt like a coward, and cowards had no place in the captain’s chair.
“A captain wouldn’t be afraid to drop the towel,” Boimler thought to himself. “A captain wouldn’t even bring a towel! They’d sit in the captain’s chair, naked as the day they were born, and do! Their! Duty!”
Unbidden, an imagined scene of Captain Freeman bravely commanding the Cerritos in such a manner played out in Boimler’s mind.
Boimler, his face red, quickly sat down. He hurriedly thought of other things, like the Niners playing baseball in a holosuite.
As it turned out, nudity combined with competent Starfleet officers on missions actually could awaken something in Boimler.
“Bases loaded, Rom bunts…” Boimler whispered, casting away the sexy demons.
Boimler, deliberately lost in thoughts of the Niners losing at baseball, and trying to remember how baseball was played, failed to notice T’Lyn.
T’Lyn was fresh from the sonic showers, and, as per usual, not wearing a thing.
She observed Boimler. His discomfort about the towel situation had not escaped her notice. While she felt her actions logical, she knew it was her influence that had resulted in his current dilemma.
T’Lyn felt… Found it logical to help Boimler.
“May I join you, Mister Boimler?”
“EZRI ON FIRST!” Boimler blurted, bumping his head on the ceiling of his bunk as he sat up straight.
T’Lyn raised her eyebrows, her expression otherwise unchanged. “My apologies. Are you injured?”
“No, no, I’m fine! Sit, sit! What’s up?”
T’Lyn sat on the end of Boimler’s bunk closest to the viewport.
“You are uncomfortable with the idea of not covering yourself.”
“Whaaat? Why would you… Why would you think? That?” Boimler’s smile would have earned him an invite to many a Ferengi’s poker table.
T’Lyn said nothing.
“Okay, fine, yes,” Boimler admitted. “I know it’s the 24th century, and it’s illogical, but—“ T’Lyn calmly interrupted with a raised hand.
“It is logical for me to not cover myself because I do not feel discomfort in this situation. Context, however, is relevant.” In a shocking display of expressiveness, T’Lyn gestured with one arm, indicating the bunks of the lower decks.
T’Lyn then used both hands to draw attention to her own torso. “Were I in this state of undress at a meeting with the senior staff, and they were fully dressed, I would find it…”
Almost imperceptibly, T’Lyn’s head tilted, and her face scrunched the tiniest of bits. To Boimler, this somehow conveyed a shudder.
“Illogical,” T’Lyn finished. She rested her hands in her lap, their shameless, illogical gesturing for emphasis complete.
Boimler imagined himself in T’Lyn’s place in that hypothetical situation, followed by Worf catching a flying ball.
“You, Mister Boimler, are not me. You should do what is right for you,” she said, imperceptibly gentle. “Discarding your towel as an act of conformity is illogical. It is only logical if you truly wish to do so, and only if you are comfortable being uncovered.”
Boimler smiled genuinely this time. “Thank you, T’Lyn. You’re right. I think I really needed to hear that.”
T’Lyn smiled. It was barely perceptible, but it happened. “You are welcome, Mister Boimler.”
“And you know what?” Boimler said, quickly standing, “I shouldn’t be ashamed! I’m not doing this for peer pressure! I’m doing this for me! Bold Boimler!”
Boimler triumphantly cast aside his towel, standing fully exposed in the lower decks corridor, hands on his hips.
Right as Beckett Mariner, fully dressed, had turned the corner.
“NOPE,” Mariner loudly declared. Turning around, her hands raised, she quickly departed the way she came. “Nope. Nuh-uh. No way.”
Boimler felt a bit less triumphant. “Well, that was…” his hands fell from his hips as his posture slumped. “Discouraging.”
T’Lyn looked towards the parting Mariner.
“I believe she does not wish to think of you in certain ways, but does so under certain circumstances,” T’Lyn dryly hypothesized, a hint of jealously in her voice that only a Vulcan could detect.
“And what does that mean?” Boimler asked, not getting any of it.
T’Lyn stood. “Take it as a compliment, Mister Boimler.” With images dancing in her mind of a cute, flustered Mariner reacting to T’Lyn’s state of undress instead of Boimler’s, T’Lyn left to get dressed.
pokemon theory i just thought of: new pokemon appear in the pokemon universe when they're designed in this one. they're created ex nilho but they have retroactive realness; they weren't here yesterday, but today they've always existed.
pokemon researchers have had to suss this out on their own over decades, and it's a really unpopular theory, made worse by the fact that no one can come up with a better one. from their perspective pokemon generate spontaneously but in both chronological directions, and the similarities of many pokemon seem to be detived from a conscious and creative understanding of the world--their world, though? what other world could there be?. there are ice cream pokemon and pokeball pokemon and sword pokemon and trash bag pokemon.
there are so many pokemon with both wings and a beak. is this like swords? is there an ur-flying type that this class evokes? there are so many canine pokemon. but what is a canine? is there such a thing? there's only one set of sword pokemon, right. one tea-set line. is *feline* a coherent category? would the ur-feline have two legs or four? why do so many pokemon have humanlike bodyplans-- but then again, why so few?
pichu has always been the prior form of pikachu. why didn't it get counted in order? why do we call it that instead of saying pikachu is the middle evolution of the pichu line? why can so many trainers remember finding this out well into their journeys? why didn't ash start with one?
this is why pokemon researchers do a lot of labwork, drink heavily, and use ten year olds for field research. you can't have an existential crisis if you don't even know what time is yet.
#ash: i just found a new region called jotoh!#oak: hey cool so apparently the world is round now#ash: wow!#oak: was the world round yesterday#ash: sure?#oak: great talk im gonna go have some grownup lemonade now bye
Finally done! It's Bowsette's 3rd anniversary so I wanted to try something special with a full comic chapter. Enjoy!
I'm looking forward to going back to textless comics after all these word bubbles.
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Ceres: only dwarf planet in the asteroid belt, body closest to the sun that's likely to have a subsurface liquid water ocean, fascinating cryovolcanism + salt and ice deposits
Pluto: everyone has their own reasons for loving pluto, but for me it's the atmosphere and its likely variability from its closer-than-neptune periapsis to its faraway apoapsis. that and the icebergs, and the likely-common-but-still-cool resonant system of small asteroid moons
Eris: eris is more massive and denser than pluto, and unlike pluto (and many of the others on this list) it's not in a resonance with neptune. eris is instead on a kind of weird eccentric and inclined orbit further beyond neptune (it's categorized as a scattered disk object), and while we don't know as much about eris as the objects we've gotten to visit we know that like pluto it's got a pretty big moon (dysnomia!)
Haumea: haumea has got a lot going on. it's spinny, and because of that it's got a baffling triaxial shape. the same impact that caused that may have created its rings and moon system, though both of its moons are rather large
Makemake: makemake is the largest known "cubewano" (named after the kuiper belt object 1992 QB1, later named Albion), a class of kuiper belt objects that have relatively regular planet-like orbits compared to the more eccentric resonant and scattered disk objects. like pluto it's "red" due to tholins, implying a more brownish surface than bodies like eris. unlike pluto this brown surface is expected to be fairly uniform
Quaoar: we just recently made some very interesting discoveries about quaoar! not only might it have water ice on its surface (cryovolcanism, perhaps); but quaoar has at least TWO individual rings! these rings are rather odd because they're beyond the point where a moon would be torn apart by gravitational forces, implying that either they formed very recently or that their resonances with the spin of quaoar and the orbit of quaoar's moon weywot keeps them from condensing
Sedna: sedna has a very eccentric orbit, one that takes it over 900 times further from the sun than earth (to compare, pluto is about 40 times further). it may give us some crucial insights about the existence of the oort cloud, a vast region of space within about a light-year of the sun that's probably full of comets. like pluto and makemake, it's "red".
Orcus: orcus is notable for being a lot like pluto! it's also in a 2:3 resonance with neptune, but its periapsis is almost on the other side from pluto's (and its orbit is otherwise pretty similar to that of pluto). much like pluto, it's got one really big moon: vanth, which while smaller than charon and relatively smaller compared to its parent may also have a lot to tell us. it may have had cryovolcanism in the past.
Gonggong: gonggong, like eris, is a scattered disk body. it's about the size of charon and rotates fairly slowly, either in about an earth day or about two earth days. this is probably because of its moon xiangliu. it might also have materials like ammonia on its surface. again, we don't know much about gonggong because we haven't been there and a lot of its amazing features may be obscured by the vast distance between us
Other: there's a lot of dwarf planets and dwarf planet candidates out there! here's a quick tour- hygeia is spherical because it was hit hard and melted into a spherical shape and that means it's not a dwarf planet but i love her and she's an asteroid belt dwarf planet don't @ me, salacia seems to have a very low density and ixion has a very dark surface. or someone wanted to see the results instead :p
So I'm going to do a rare thing and actually campaign for one of these- Vote Eris!
First off, she was originally named Xena (and her moon was originally called Gabrielle) by the discoverer- she's a secret lesbian, is my point. Second off, without Eris, we wouldn't have the dwarf planet classification- she was what kicked off the debate that led to Pluto being moved to dwarf planet.
(and okay if you're upset about Pluto being moved to a different category- look at all the other cool dwarf planets we've got now! This isn't a bad thing at all, we're just finding new and more accurate ways to describe our solar system!)
REMEMBER THAT POST WHERE THERE WAS A PICTURE OF HEATH LEDGER AS THE JOKER WITHOUT MAKEUP DISGUISED IN A GROUP OF POLICEMEN AND THE CAPTION SAID "JOKER WITHOUT MAKEUP" AND PPL WERE OFFENDED AND THOUGHT IT WAS A JAB AT SOME SOLDIER W/ SCARS I STILL THINK ABOUT THAT GOODBYE
please don’t remind me i can’t deal with the people here on tumblr.com
“This trilogy needs a story about how somebody that was groomed into being evil from childhood can still be a good person! That’s why we need Reylo/Kylo Ren’s redemption!”
i told everyone i was going to vacuum the kitchen and to stay out for a few minutes, and literally in the time it took me to go get the vacuum cleaner someone accidentally left their glass in the water dispenser and flooded the entire kitchen.
i know this isn’t a legit question but since i’m at maximum petty at this moment let me just describe the level of ennui in my house. my dad doesn’t like to stand there and hold a water glass under the fridge dispenser for the ~8 seconds it takes to fill a glass so he macgyvered it so you can just jam a glass in there and let it do its thing.
and by macgyvered i mean he took it apart, removed the spring mechanism, and bought a whole set of new glasses that are the perfect size so that they wedge in the dispenser.
that’s what i’m dealing with. my dad surgically altered the fridge and bought an entire glass tableware set so that he wouldn’t have to hold a glass in the dispenser for 8 seconds.
he’s done this with almost everything in the house. he was tired of having to latch and unlatch gates so he cut off the latches and taped industrial strength magnets in their place. he hooked up the chicken coop door to a circuit board and a solar array so it opens and closes automatically. years after he divorced my mom, one of her toilets broke and when the plumber opened it up it was full of corks that my dad had somehow tied into a functioning flush mechanism, presumably so he wouldn’t have to go buy real parts at the hardware store we lived next door to. we’re talking a walk of thirty feet from toilet to hardware store counter, max. it was literally just operating on cork power. for all those years. we never knew.
Why guys think girls like All Might: bulging muscles
Why girls actually like All Might: Absolute dork with a super protective streak who adores his students more than anything in the world and who always takes the burden upon himself, forcing himself to smile despite being terrified, so that everyone else can live in peace.
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