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I saw this posted on twt but haven’t seen it on tumblr yet:
Y’ALL.
QUANNAH CHASINGHORSE
UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT.
BTS:
Yooooooooo this is one of the best things I’ve ever seen😩
LOVE IT! 😂😂😂💀
A savage! 🤣
You don’t want to go for a ride, do you? We could get out of the palace. See the world.
renaissance in the 21st century
some more
the WHAT??
okay, found her
I like this whole "picture that could be paintings" trend but I wish you didn't use reinassance as a synonym for "kinda ancient looking art". Have pity on your local art historian.
i’m crying, there are some renaissance-esque pictures here but many are baroque or romantic
sometimes i think about the parents
the parents from coruscant to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, who have just become new parents, or perhaps are welcoming their third or fourth
it’s subtle at first, so subtle it’s easy to miss
their baby is different
maybe they’re worried. ‘what’s wrong with my baby? will they be ok? are they sick? they don’t cry like my others, doctor.’
maybe they’re amazed. ‘he has such a way with animals. she always seems to know when it will rain. what amazing reflexes! i’ve never seen a child with such a green thumb!’
it only becomes more apparent as time passes. seasons change, children grow, people talk, and the reality that their beloved child has been gifted with something beyond their comprehension becomes a reality that can no longer be ignored
and then, one day, the jedi arrives
they arrive on the doorsteps of homes both humble and opulent, armed with a soothing demeanor, a benign smile, and an explanation that simultaneously relieves and terrifies
sometimes i think about the horrid realization that, despite a willingness to lay down their own life for their child, despite their attempts to provide to the best of their ability, it is not enough. it never will be
sometimes i think of the tearful goodbyes - goodbyes that are not made any less painful with the knowledge that their decision is in the best interest of their baby
‘will they remember me?’ a parent wonders as they gaze with blurry eyes at the retreating form of the jedi, who carries away their entire world, swaddled in fabric that still smells of home. ‘will they remember my lullabies? my voice? will they remember how loved they were?’
years pass. the absence is a gaping wound that never truly heals. they follow the news, daily, scouring titles and clips for information- hoping to catch a glimpse or the smallest assurance that their child is well, growing, prospering
and then, one day, the news stops. everything changes, and nothing could ever prepare them for what follows
governments fall, an empire rises, and parents across the galaxy are rendered immobile, breathless, and shattered at the uttering of one simple sentence:
the jedi are no more
sometimes i think about the parents.
The parents who didn’t believe Palpatine’s lies and got arrested and/or killed for trying to find out the truth about their child.
The siblings who were old enough to remember their baby brother or sister being accepted into the Order and meet a survivor who wasn’t their sibling but may have known them and could tell them who their sibling was, what they were like, that they were loved by their brothers & sisters in the Order.
The family members who never give up hope that maybe they survived.
Some people join the Rebellion full of rage.
Some people join full of grief.
Everyone has a cause. Sometimes they’re looking at the bigger picture, the real rallying call, but more often they start out for reasons that are intensely personal, and highly emotional.
You join the Rebellion quiet.
“Why are you here?” cries a General on your first day, and there are answering cries from all around you as your fellows erupt, shouting out their reasons in triumph and fear and regret. They’re full of passion.
You are silent.
“Why are you here?” asks one of your bunkmates after a long day followed by probably more drinking than was advisable, but fortunately they all fall asleep before they remember to press you for an answer.
“Why are you here?” Leia Organa asks you one day on Hoth, and you’re cold down to your bones, and deeper still, and even inside your breath mists on the air.
You look at her and something compels you. Trust. Experience. The honest question in her eyes, calculating but kind.
“The Empire had a lot to say about the Jedi,” you tell her. “Propaganda. And then they’ve tried to erase them. You don’t erase guilty people from history, you punish them. …My sister was one.”
“A Jedi?” Leia asks you, startled.
You nod.
There is a long silence.
“My father knew Jedi,” she confides after a long while. “Many of them. Some of them very closely. Your sister wasn’t a traitor, I swear to it.”
“Oh, I know,” you say. “Four-year-olds can’t be traitors to anything.”
seriously tho driving thru fraternity areas is so scary like youll see a crowd of people who literally all look identical and are blind drunk in the mid afternoon bellowing and screaming
my failed clones: trent, evan, chunt, tristan, throck and cock. they should have never been born and im going to euthanize them via lethal injection
my other set of clones. mickkæh’la is on the left, with her sisters benadryl and bethany ‘the skinner’ clinton. the prototypes (pictured behind) obey no one but them
Tony Hawk’s Twitter is a gold mine honestly
We Stan this San Diego Man
this
C o m e d yy
Some recent gems:
And of course there’s
#where is race war tony hawk tweet thats my fav (via @laughingfish)
I gotchu, bro:
i’m wheezgJmf stoP
i love when my american mutuals are like. im out here in Illinois. like that means nothing to me
Means nothing to us too
pink in the night
If there is a time I don’t reblog this it will be because the apocalypse got me
also the creator confirmed the brunette girl is trans!!
I’ve been dreaming about my ex’s a lot lately.
What do you think this could mean?
You have to kill them
A machine learning algorithm helped decode the squeaks Egyptian fruit bats make in their roost, revealing that they
They found that the bat noises are not just random, as previously thought, reports Skibba. They were able to classify 60 percent of the calls into four categories. One of the call types indicates the bats are arguing about food. Another indicates a dispute about their positions within the sleeping cluster. A third call is reserved for males making unwanted mating advances and the fourth happens when a bat argues with another bat sitting too close. In fact, the bats make slightly different versions of the calls when speaking to different individuals within the group, similar to a human using a different tone of voice when talking to different people. Skibba points out that besides humans, only dolphins and a handful of other species are known to address individuals rather than making broad communication sounds. The research appears in the journal Scientific Reports.
forty arguing bats
Bats be like
Transphobes can die mad 🤷🏻
A closer look because these ladies deserve to be appreciated 💓
3 black trans women from 1959