For a spot of good/funny news, I talked to my auntie (who is a retired, childless, PhD holding, straight blue ticket voting cat lady and all around delight) today and she told me that her and her circle of friends (a large group of fellow retired, straight blue ticket voting PhD holding, cat ladies of Pennsylvania) have been even more mobilized by vance's stupid comments, and have been organizing to volunteer for Harris and do their best to make PA blue!
This is of course great news, but have we considered that JD Vance may actually be a diabolical deep-cover agent for the Democrats? Just look what he managed to accomplish in one week:
💫 for the song meme. han/leia because I'm in love with how you write them ALLL the time!
I wanna read your mind to know just what I've got in this new thing I've found
Brilliant disguise - Bruce Springsteen
A/N: thank you! 🥺 sorry it took me so long 😅 based on this prompt
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For a split second after the words, she feels out of space and time. Like she has stepped out of the life she's in, and into the life of someone whose biggest problem at the moment is the subtle rejection of the guy she's been hooking up with.
Of course, that's not who she is, and that's so far down her list of problems, it's barely one at all.
'Okay,' she says, a little too brightly because, really, it's fine. 'I understand. I'll see you around?'
She pivots on her heel without waiting for an answer and straightens her vest, doing her best not to look like she's running away but rather aiming for a dignified retreat.
'Hey no, I didn't—wait!' she hears, and his hand wraps over her shoulder before she gets one foot out of the cabin.
'Leia,' he says when she stops and turns back to look at him. There's something about her name coming out of his lips like that, not tumbling out in the so-called throes of passion but said with intent, with his eyes on hers and a look she can't quite decipher, that shakes something loose inside of her.
'I wasn't kickin' you out,' Han says, the corners of his eyes crinkling as if he's trying to puzzle her out.
'You said we didn't have to have sex,' she tells him, in her least annoyed voice—and she is annoyed, because he could at least have told her before she did the trek through the glacial Echo Base corridors. 'What did you want me to hang back for, a friendly game of Dejarik?'
Han blinks. 'Well, if you want...'
She rolls her eyes and begins to turn away again because her patience isn't limitless, but he stops her once more.
'Hang on! I meant it's okay if you just wanted a warm place to sleep tonight,' he says. That was what she told him when she showed up, that she came because her room was freezing. Even for Hoth standards. Then he made a joke about how she was just using him for his body heat. Then she started kissing him and sticking her hands under his shirt. And then he stopped her.
'It ain't a... an expectation, y'know?' he adds now. 'The sex. 'S fine with me if we just, uh, hang out sometimes. If you want.'
Leia stares at him, uncomprehending. No, that's not true. She knows what he's proposing. They are, crudely put, fuck buddies, and they're also friends, and she hangs out plenty more with him than she does with any other rebel even when they're not having sex, but... But. That’s not what he means. There are lines they haven’t crossed, that she said she wouldn’t cross, because this can’t become that kind of relationship. She ought to say no. No thank you, I’m fine with the way things are, it is what it is.
What she says is, ‘Okay, hotshot.’
The smile Han gives her isn’t like the glare of a dozen suns or anything as poetic as that. It’s small and his teeth aren’t even showing. It’s barely more than a diagonal, dimpling the corner of his mouth.
And it’s everything.
'For the record,' Leia says, tamping down an emotion that is even more damning of a self-betrayal than her agreement to something she doesn’t even know yet, 'I didn’t think you expected to have sex with me. I like having sex with you. As in, I wanted to have sex tonight. Want to.'
He laughs, even as he’s puffing up his chest, and Leia lets him pull her into his arms. ‘Well, that’s a kriffin’ relief, sweetheart.’
‘Do you need that in writing?’ she teases, levelling a serious look at him, her hands pressed flat against his chest. ‘Shall I give my explicit and enthusiastic consent before you take off my clothes? Do I have to—’
Han kisses her before she can come up with anything else and, afterwards, she stays.
For tumblr holidays, may I suggest Neil Banging Out The Tunes? (April 13th) 🐀🎹🎵
DONE!! Thank youuuuuuuu!! Also, @sonicenvy had the SAME suggestion so you two should become ✨FRIENDS✨ (and thank you sonicenvy for providing a link!!!!!).
for the unpopular opinion meme: baby!anakin in TPM was super cute. (for some reason tons of people hated him??? i didn't find this out until i went on star wars reddit for the first time 😬)
strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree
I honestly can’t say why a lot of people dislike baby!Anakin, there are probably some valid reasons, up to and including that some just don’t vibe with him, that’s fine. And there are probably some total bullshit reasons that are just aggravating.
Thankfully, in the circles I run in, pretty much everyone I know thinks baby!Anakin was precious and that Jake Lloyd did an amazing job with the character. I LOVE BABY!ANAKIN HE IS PRECIOUS AND ADORABLE AND I WOULD NOT CHANGE A THING.
LOOK AT THIS CUTENESS:
Thank you very much for asking! ☺✨ For a bit of context, my country is Italy!
29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country? I don’t think so. There’s a historical hate between the North and the South, given by privilege and historical differences, which is quite seriously damaging, still today. The younger generations are slowly getting over it, also because people move from region to region. My own parents are one from the North and one from the South! :D
24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country? Leaving aside all the awful xenophobic stereotypes of some bigoted people, the only jokes about other countries I can get behind are the “We’re going to conquer / have a war with San Marino if they’re not giving us 12 points at Eurovision”. It’s hilarious. San Marino has been a country by itself since the Middle Ages, and was never a part of Italy, so all the jokes about “invading” it if they aren’t nice to us in the Eurovision times are quite funny, mostly because we don’t really talk about San Marino outside of that context. It’s not that nice that we might have never given them a lot of points back, though...
16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with? Well, the most obvious stereotype about my country is the mafia, isn’t it? That’s the one I hate the most. Mafia has been romanticised too much by fiction now, it’s not taken seriously at all. This stereotype portrays Italians as spineless mafiosi who do nothing all day and only eat pasta and pizza. That’s NOT it, friend. Any kind of mafia (which, by the way, can be found in many countries) is a terrorist organization that threatens and kills people for favours and money. Many people that have tried to stop it have been murdered, as well as some people who have tried to get out of it, or who have tried to denounce it. It’s still around and it’s still a serious threat as ever. Don’t romanticise it, please.
The stereotype I can get behind is that we love our food. I mean, obviously, haha! Every one of the 20 regions of Italy has its own typical food. From Aosta Valley’s Fonduta Valdostana to Apulia’s Taralli, just to say the least! We are quite proud of our food, and why not? It’s pretty good! ;)
Thank you again for asking these questions! I hope you have a lovely day 🤗💜
what is your favorite line from an Emily Dickinson Poem? I am personally a big fan of "I dwell in possibility"
It's really difficult for me to choose one line; it's rare something has greater significance separated from its whole as opposed to part of it. With that said, "Creator - Shall I - Bloom?" and "She's "sorry I am dead" - again -" are both lines that knock me out on their own (from God Made a Little Gentian and I Cried at Pity Not at Pain, respectively).
I know you said poem, but I'd be remiss if I didn't mention my favorite Dickinson line of all time, from a letter to Sue Huntington. "I have thought of it all day, Susie, and I fear of but little else, and when I was gone to meeting it filled my mind so full, I could not find a chink to put the worthy pastor; when he said 'Our Heavenly Father,' I said 'Oh Darling Sue'; when he read the 100th Psalm, I kept saying your precious letter all over to myself"
Leia and R. A deafening sound. for the minific ask post!
R. A defeaning sound.
I’ve always enjoyed the headcanon that Leia enjoys thunderstorms, but I’m rather delighted that Claudia Gray made it canon (in Leia, Princess of Alderaan). Hope you enjoy!
A Good Storm
A clap of thunder woke Leia from a sound sleep. At first she thought she must be dreaming, opening her eyes just in time to see the flash of lightning disappear and the darkness return, the vibrations from the thunder still humming through the clearing. Then another flash followed, briefly illuminating their campsite and the four Rebels in sleeping bags, before ending in a deafening crack.
That one had been close.
Good thing their gear was water-resistant. The storm was nearly on top of them now, and even if they packed up right this second they’d never outrun it. They’d have to let the storm pass through, stay still and trust that they’d all be fine in the morning.
Leia smiled, turning over on her back to watch the light show some more. Something in her being craved a good storm, loved witnessing the light and sound as it moved across the sky. The power, the beauty, the peace of the brief pause right before the rain started in earnest.
“What in blazes was that?” Luke said from two places away. His voice only dimly registered in Leia’s mind; her focus was on the sky.
Han’s reply was mild, strangely calming. “Just a thunderstorm, Kid.”
“Shouldn’t we pack up, get inside before it gets here?” Leia could hear Luke moving around in his sleeping bag, anxious.
“It’s already here,” Wedge said from beside Luke.
The storm had cooled the air considerably, though it was still thick with humidity. Another flash, another rumble close behind.
Growing up, she’d sat at the window seat in her bedroom, watching the majesty from behind the glass. Here, it was right before her. She was part of it, connected. Electric.
She felt the rain start before it fell; it moved from a droplet on her cheek to a downpour in minutes. Her lashes were dripping with rain, but she let it stream down her face, her eyes still focused above.
Luke was yelling something in Huttese, likely a curse, and burrowing further down into his sleeping bag. Han and Wedge were laughing; at first it sounded far away, but like the thunder, it arrived and became Leia’s laughter, too, streaming down her cheeks with the rain.
