#shiro-tora3

[wistfulwisp]

How about Oliver and Company? I forget who makes it but its about little animals in new york

I remember when Covid first hit I REFUSED so be sucked into a whirlpool of depression and so I subscribed to the Disney Gods and watched as many Disney movies as a possibly could. I watched like over fifty of them. This was one that never crossed my radar and I never have seen it before either

[fuckabledragonoftheday]

I have a question! Does Alcina Dimitrescu count? In her dragon form? Im just curious.

Counts, technically, but are you SURE you want to submit that?

[tfw-adhd]

HI! HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIG i just got the call for my assessment! Its been a year since i sent the referral! Help! What do i do? Can i write down a bunch of things i feel affect me cause i CANNOT remember this stuff in the moment or is that cheati g

Sent 22nd April~

Hi! I’m so glad you got an assessment, that’s brilliant! If it hasn’t happened already by now—yes, absolutely write things down! Make a list and bring it with you to the appointment, you can give it to the doctor and explain that you have trouble with remembering things so writing down everything you wanted to say would help.

They won’t want you to read off it, but they’ll take it and might read it later or pass it on to someone else if necessary.

[cremsie]

Have you seen Love Death and Robots episode one? With the monsters? Kahnivore looks nice and pointy and toothy and sharp :) you might like? Its on netflix.

I appreciate this subtle callout of my tastes  and yes I have seen it and yes its good stuff™

[celebrate-the-clone-wars]

Hi can a rant real quick? The first episode of the new season of Clone Wars ( WE DID IT!!) really bothered me. Like it was good but... Just because 99 had mutations the didnt see themselves like their brothers, called them regs. Like they were regular, normal. And that something was wrong with all of 99 :( it makes me sad to think of all the clones who didn't have "useful" mutations. That their only value came in how well they can fight. Cry with me please :,,,,,(

Yeah, everything about the mutations aspect and how The Bad Batch had to make themselves “useful” to the Republic to exist is pretty sad. They exist on one side of the spectrum, while 99 existed on the other. In that he was not “as useful” combat-wise and he had to work very hard to make sure that he could be useful in other ways.

The Bad Batch calling the other clones “regs” feels more like they are being defensive, anyone outside of their small circle group (including other clones) is not worth their respect until it is earned.

And it makes me think that they have only learned to be this way because, despite the fact that they are all clones, there is still so much that other clones cannot relate to when it comes to who they are.

They are a living contradiction. They are clones. But they are not the same. And so, it’s difficult for them to foster any real connections with those they consider “regs” because they will never be on the same level. There is so much that “regs” cannot even begin to relate to when it comes to one of the Bad Batch and what makes them who they are.

The other clones perceive that their mutations are abnormalities and strange – and that “they don’t even look like clones”. But I feel that even though the fact is that they are comprised of mutations – The Bad Batch consider themselves normal. This is their life, this is what is normal for them.

So, to them, there’s no point in being friendly or polite with the “regular” clones that can’t even begin to understand where they come from. At the very least, despite their differing personalities, I think their shared differences is what makes them so coordinated and close knit. It’s why they embraced 99 so strongly to the point where they paid homage to him in such big ways.

They have no shame about who they are. And yes, that definitely comes off as arrogant or rude at times, but I think that this is just their way of validating their existence and showing that they are not afraid to take up space and be loud about it.

[dragonwaggon]

HOP

JUMP

[hostilesuggestion]

A suggestion: you are poison so sweet I never realized how deadly you were until I got away. The painful effects still linger but are made all the more bearable by simply knowing I am free of you...until my mind betrays me again.

[silvereddaye]

"I swear I'm not crazy!" Luke and Vader?

Luke had never imagined he would be purposely trying to get caught by Darth Vader, but here he was on Toprawa trying to get the attention of the Imperials. Toprawa had a heavy presence of Imperial military, which hopefully meant word would quickly reach Vader of a young man wielding a blue lightsaber freeing Toprawan citizens from labor camps. For once, Luke hoped Vader would quickly arrive as he often times did of late the moment he knew of Luke’s location. 

For now, Luke was huddled in a thick grove of trees. A light rain had come through the area earlier. Heavy drops fell to the ground and splashed against Luke. He huddled in his rain poncho. Through the leaves he could see the city. It stretched along a large river. Large landing pads were built over the water. He watched as an Imperial shuttle came through the grey clouds and landed on one such landing pad. 

Finally, Luke thought to himself. 

He could feel Vader. A cold supernova in the Force. Icy tendrils lashed out from the center searching for Luke. Luke sighed as he stood up. His body a bit stiff from being crouched for so long. He stretched. His heart was tight in his chest. He could feel it beating. There was a lump in his throat. A sinking feeling in his gut. Then for just a brief moment, he let his shields slip. 

The darkness flared. At once it’s attention was on Luke, who slammed his shields up tight. Luke moved out of the trees and along the outskirts of the city. He made his way to a building he had found the first day he was on Toprawa. It was an old abandoned store. The windows were shut with metal sheets, and the inside was mostly barren. A perfect place to lure Vader. 

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It didn’t take long for Vader to sniff him out. The metal screeched as Vader used the Force to pry open a metal sheet. The glass of the window had long since been shattered. Vader stepped through; his heavy boots crunched against the glass that littered the floor. He was thankfully alone. Or at the very least, had entered the store alone. Luke wondered how many stormtroopers were circling the building with their blasters up, ready and set to stun. 

Vader walked halfway across the empty store before stopping. Luke sat on a counter on the far wall. A silence fell between that was filled with the even breathing from Vader’s respirator. 

“What is the meaning of this, young one?” Vader asked. 

Luke tried to swallow, but the lump in his throat made it painful. 

“Mean-- meaning?” Luke said. His words coming out uneven. 

Vader took a step forward. “You are not attempting to run away,” he pointed out. “In fact, it appears as if you are purposely luring me here.” 

Luke smiled. “Heh, good guess,” he said. 

There was a slight tilt in Vader’s helmet. “So you have accepted the truth,” he said slowly in his deep voice. 

“That you’re my father?” Luke asked quickly. “That you’re Anakin Skywalker?” 

“That name no longer has any meaning to me,” Vader said pointing a finger at Luke. 

“Yes it does,” Luke said. “Or else Luke Skywalker wouldn’t mean anything to you.” 

Vader took another two steps forward. The gap between them was gradually closing. The hairs on the back of Luke’s neck stood on end. Everything in him was telling him to run, but he stayed.

“It’s the name of your true self,” Luke continued. “You’ve only forgotten. I know there is good in you. The Emperor hasn’t driven it from you fully. That is why you couldn’t destroy me.” 

Vader took another two steps closer to Luke. “Is this why you have revealed yourself?” he asked. 

“I . . . I wanted to talk to you,” Luke said. “I want you to come with me.” 

Luke held his hand out. Vader looked at it. 

“You do not know the power of the Dark Side, Luke. I must obey my master,” Vader said. 

“I will not turn,” Luke said defiantly as he lowered his hand. “And you’ll be forced to kill me.” 

“If that is your destiny.” 

“Search your feelings, father. You can’t do this. I feel the conflict within you. Let go of your hate,” Luke pleaded. 

“It is too late for me, son,” Vader said. “The Emperor will show you the true nature of the Force.” 

“Ugh, yeah I know,” Luke muttered. 

Vader stilled. His helmet ever so slightly tilted. It was not the response he had been expecting. 

Luke took a deep breath. “You’re going to take me to the Emperor,” Luke said slowly and as calmly as he could. “And then . . . he’s going to kill you . . .” 

Silence. Stillness. Even Vader’s breathing seemed to have stopped. Had he heard him? 

“You’re . . . you’re going to die,” Luke said. 

Vader suddenly straightened up. He stepped forward and closed the gap between them. He now stood only an arm’s length away. He was close enough to grab Luke. 

“What makes you say that?” Vader said. His voice was loud. Luke flinched at the sound. 

“I saw it,” Luke said in a soft voice. “In a dream . . .” 

“A dream?” 

“Listen, I swear I’m not crazy! But I keep having this same dream over and over again. We’re in this dark throne room and I stand next to the Emperor as he shoots lightning out of his hand and kills you. He said it’s because you’re not needed any more since he has me . . .” 

Again there was the silence. Luke looked down. This was stupid. Foolish. Why had he done this? Vader was . . . Vader. Any moment now he was going to reach out and grab Luke and drag him back to his shuttle and take him to the Emperor and the dream was going to play out in real life. 

“A dream?” Vader said. “A dream you keep having over and over?” 

“You don’t believe me,” Luke said avoiding looking at his father. 

A large leather gloved hand grabbed his chin. It was firm. It moved Luke’s head so Luke had to look into the black mask of Vader. 

“It is not just a dream, my son,” Vader said. 

“You . . . you believe me?” 

“Yes. I do.” 

The large hand slowly fell from Luke’s face. Luke just stared at the dark lenses, but he knew he was making eye contact with his father. The way Vader had spoken those last words . . . They were heavy. There was something in them. A weight Luke didn’t know of. A past experience? The Force?

“Now what?” Luke whispered as he hoped they were going to avoid the events of that dream.