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“I asked chatGPT” oh okay, well I asked Grand Admiral Thrawn and he said perhaps

yknow what i think the clones would really like?

can you imagine? someone would tie like fifty of them together and then drag it across the ship. they’d be in helmets, shoes, hanging from their blasters. Ahsoka makes one move all by itself and the boys start screaming. Hardcase has like twenty peeking out of his pack “so they can breathe.” Kix bans them from the medbay until someone lays one in a cot under the blanket like its getting treatment and just breaks down laughing/crying. Fives starts a game of seeing how many worms they can tape to Rex without him noticing.

Rex, with a cape of worm-on-a-strings: what’s wrong is there something on my face?

Cody, deadpan, about to pass out from not laughing: nothing

mostlydriedmango

They’re homemade from the fuzzies in their blaster-cleaning kits. Clones may not be expected to have all the same goofy tendencies as natborns but they need to anthropomorphize Little Guys even more. Small comforts. :) :(

foone

The thing neurotypicals tend not to understand about the ADHD brain is that it really only has two gears

I turn to the chalkboard and carefully write out

WORKIN' HARD

HARDLY WORKIN'

voruwuna

Much like a cars transmission getting stuck between gears the adhd brain can also access a secret mode called HORKLY WARDIN' that feels bad

iamonlyhereforthefreefood

When Everything Everywhere All at Once said “The only thing I do know is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind, especially when we don’t know what’s going on"

When the Good Place said “Why choose to be good every day when there is no guaranteed reward now or in the afterlife… I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone.”

When Jean-Paul Sartre said ”‘Hell is other people’ is only one side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also ‘Heaven is each other’. Hell is separateness, uncommunicability, self-centeredness, lust for power, for riches, for fame. Heaven on the other hand is very simple, and very hard: caring about your fellow beings.“

thischarmingdog

my advice for women is eat more, shave less, and do whatever the fuck you want

iphigeniacomplex

just got a call from the american psychiatric association. you old dogs, i said, picking up on the first ring. how many times i gotta tell you to lose this number. i don’t want you coming around here anymore. “listen, toots, we’ve been doing some thinking,” they says, and i says, guess there’s a first time for everything. “you’re a real funny dame, sugardoll. reviewing criticism, we’ve determined that the biggest issue with our previous diagnostic and statistic manuals of mental disorders is the anonymity of it all. we’ve been circling around a vague figure of the mentally well without defining the traits of a mentally well person. there’s no personality. what we need is a cute broad with a couple opinions to model the psychological norm.” so i’m saying back up and give it to me straight: i’m the new standard of sanity? can i get that in writing? and they say, “as the american psychiatric association we hereby state that you are the baseline and any deviations from your personality are deviations from the very concept of sanity, at least in the united states psychiatric system.” they’re making it public tomorrow. it’s a nice gig, if you really want to know. never thought they’d let a woman do it.

#see it's both normal to want and possible to achieve

shinytarountula

If I was a Sith in the Star Wars universe I’d just make “use the force to press the button on the lightsaber” one of my go-to tricks when fighting Jedi. It doesn’t even matter if they know it’s my go-to tricks because they’re gonna be focusing so much on keeping that button popped that they’re not gonna notice that I’ve gone for my other go-to trick which is neck kissing.

i-was-today-years-old-when

TIL a family in Georgia claimed to have passed down a song in an unknown language from the time of their enslavement; scientists identified the song as a genuine West African funeral song in the Mende language that had survived multiple transmissions from mother to daughter over multiple centuries (x)

ancestralia

In 1997 Amelia’s daughter, Mary Moran, and other members of the Moran family were invited to Sierra Leone, West Africa, where they were welcomed in Freetown by Sierra Leone’s President and then flown by helicopter to the country’s interior. There, in the small village of Senehun Ngola, Mary and Bendu Jabati met and sang this song together for the first time. Years earlier, Bendu’s grandmother had told her that this song, which had been passed down in her village from mother to daughter for centuries, would one day reunite her to long-lost relatives.

In addition to finding out where in Africa her ancestors were abducted into slavery, Mary Moran discovered the meaning of the Mende song: a processional hymn for the final farewell to the spirit, it was sung in Senehun Ngola by women as they prepared the body of a loved one for burial.

(The OP's link leads to a site with a recording of the song sung by both Mary Moran and her mother, Amelia)

guoldu

Looks like the original link has been moved or changed, here is an updated link https://harrisnecklandtrust.org/amelias-song

queenlucythevaliant

So a couple Christmases ago, I got an emergency whistle in my stocking. It was supposed to be deafeningly loud, so obviously not the sort of thing you blow on Christmas morning just to see what it sounds like. And let me tell you, pretty much that whole morning, I was dying to blow that whistle. Out of curiosity, and because I wasn't supposed to. The next time I had the house to myself, it was one of the first things I did.

All of this to say, when Susan rode around with her horn strapped to her saddle, I wonder how often she was intrusively tempted to just pick it up and blow it? Was is hard to run around Narnia with a horn she was only supposed to blow when she was definitely, seriously, for-real in danger?

And more to the point, what about Caspian? Did he ride away from Dr. Cornelius with a little voice in the back of his head going blow the horn dude c'mon just blow it find out what it sounds like c'mon dude?

supreme-leader-stoat

#susan was very fortunate to have a horn-justifying emergency within a couple of days#caspian demonstrated great restraint for a 13 year old

ach-sss-no

hey I'm sorry to fandom-pivot on your post but i really believe this lotr excerpt is relevant to your point because it features a grown man blowing his very loud war-horn for no apparent reason

Boromir had a long sword, in fashion like Anduril but of less lineage and he bore also a shield and his war-horn. 'Loud and clear it sounds in the valleys of the hills,' he said, and then let all the foes of Gondor flee!' Putting it to his lips he blew a blast, and the echoes leapt from rock to rock, and all that heard that voice in Rivendell sprang to their feet. 'Slow should you be to wind that horn again, Boromir, said Elrond. 'until you stand once more on the borders of your land, and dire need is on you.' 'Maybe,' said Boromir

mostlydriedmango

Boromir: SAY I WON’T

berrytart

completely incomprehensible email from my mom. sent from my it's

mostlydriedmango

#call the bondulance

valarinde

we need to hang on to things that mark the passage of time or we will collectively go crazy i'm not even joking

valarinde

we need to buy seasonal vegetables for our table we need to decorate for our chosen holidays we need to engage with a weekly show we need to have semi-regular meal times we need to write down friends' birthdays and have movie night and attend fairs we need to change the flowers on our balcony with plants that can survive the cold and get soil under our fingernails we need to be able to plan and wait and anticipate and find comfort and joy in things leaving but returning we need RITUALS to survive

you ever see a dog that is so fluffy