you like gay shit? you like libraries? you wanna stick it to the fascist assholes trying to ban books across America? Boy have I got the thing for you:
Tell your friends! Tell your fandom! Tell your rich gay uncle if you’ve got one! If you don’t have money and don’t know anyone with money just give us a follow and we’ll be providing *you* with free queer ebooks and audiobooks before the end of the year!
My guys it is starting to work, I’ve seen some people I know complaining about the writer’s strike and turning against them because their favorite shows and/or movie got put on hold. Please do not be fooled like this, this is exactly what the corporations want. It can wait, I promise you will find other things to focus, but writers need this.
Reword every headline they put out. “Due to not wanting to give writers money, Marvel has shut down pre-production on…” You can end this strike any time you want to, pal.
“Marvel too cheap to pay writers, production shuts down”
“Disney too greedy to pay residuals, deletes shows/movies”
“Studios cut corners on safety, production values, writing, acting, etc. in order to make more money; won’t share with anyone below CEO level”
Time-travel AU where Vader is sent some forty years back, in Gardulla’s Palace, just in time to see his mother with a two years old Anakin be punished because Anakin was too loud.
Vader murdering the Hutt and all that willingly served her and Freeing the slaves without much of a plan. Shmi deciding that since the murderous Sith Lord is so protective of her, she might as well use it for good.
Vader Freeing Tatooine of slavery and spice over a mere few years and finding himself ruling the planet while being all “shit that wasn’t part of the plan”. He brings his idea for “peace, freedom and justice” to life which… sort of work there because people are used to dictators, but also some of his ideas *are* good.
Is it technically a dictatorship? Yes, definitely. Do the people care? No, not at all. There aren’t any tax too high for them to pay, and no threat of being sold into slavery. Death by strangulation is a low risk if you just mind your business, and even then if Lady Skywalker is nearby you’ll just have a good scare and maybe pee yourself as a result.
Is the Senate irate because suddenly Tatooine wants nothing to do with them and plenty find refuge there? Sure. They try to send the Jedi to do their dirty work and dispose of the dictator, but the preliminary researched showed that a majority of the population is fine with things as they are.
(The native population of Tuskens had some troubles but eventually, Vader agrees to stay out the Dune Sea, and they stop attacking settlers. Neither is too happy about that but they maintain the status quo.)
Also Tatooine now has a fleet of scrappy starfighters, but the pilots are complete nutcases.
The Jedi elect not to touch Tatooine with a ten-feet pole. A Sith Lord, you say? Sith Lords don’t listen to former slaves scolding them, nor do they teach the basics of piloting to promising young pilots. Besides, the Sith are extincts. Everyone knows that.
(Chancellor Palpatine, once elected, tries to get to Tatooine again. Lord Vader has a freak-out at the sight of him, calls him “Master” in *that* tone once and Palpatine gets torn to pieces by the good people of Tatooine. Lord Vader might be a dictator, but dammit, he’s *theirs*.)
(Note: I do not know All That Much about Star Wars canon, but this gripped me hard.)
Cliegg Lars was a simple man who had not seen his life going this way.
Not at all.
But running an old moisture farm was something right up his alley, making something out of almost nothing and making it good. Owen was a good lad, strong and capable. Tatooine wasn’t really a good place to live - but it was far better than it used to be, no matter what little noise the Republic made about Dictatorship. It was far better than the Hutt’s Slavery.
But here, getting married to Shmi Skywalker, the woman who held Vader’s Ear and regarded most kindly? That wasn’t how he saw life going, not at all.
Three years of marriage later, he was still adjusting to how his fellow farmers brought problems to him, how he brought problems to the man who was, through what Owen and young Anakin (Vader did not want to reclaim his old name at this time, which was justified) had taken to calling “Weird Ass Force Shit”, somehow his son-in-law, and how those problems got Fixed. With Haste.
He’d learned to step a bit lighter after a mention of a merchant trying to cheat farmers had almost gotten the man killed before he’d finished the sentence.
Oh, he wanted his family mostly out of it - an opinion shared by Vader himself, actually, as the man’s presence tended to invoke assassins and he didn’t want any of them caught in the cross fire. But Shmi insisted on regular family dinners with the man who was, across Time, her son. The same son who Cleigg gave piggy back rides too in freedom that Vader never saw the first time around.
They’d never gotten the full story. It was clearly heavily traumatic - both mentally and physically. They were still looking for a properly experienced and trustworthy Medic to address some of the many medical issues in Vader’s long history. The ones they could fix. He’d admitted that much of it was truly irreversible.
So when they were having after-dinner Socialization Time that Shmi suggested, they let Vader do some work around them. It seemed grounding to the man.
Which is how they were there when the message from Chancellor Palpatine of the Republic came through.
Now, Cleigg was by no means a politician. But he was immensely relieved that this was a recording, and not a live message, because when Vader dropped the Padd and cried “Master” at the image? All Tatooine knew that tone. A Slave Planet was intimately familiar with what that would mean.
Cleigg met Shmi’s eyes as she rushed towards her son, and whatever she read in his, she nodded with approval. He spoke softly to young Anakin and Owen, giving them instructions and telling them where he was going for the evening, and when he expected to be back.
A lot of people on Tatooine owed their better lives to this hellish, broken version of his stepson. It was time to spread a bit of a message and call in the debt.
A week later, Chancellor Palpatine was dead, assassinated in his Senate offices. The word SLAVER was writ large, over and over, on his body and the walls alike.
okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.
fully obsessed with the people in the notes who are like “i don’t know what y’all are worried about 🙄 i simply curate an entire dummy tumblr account connected to a different email address where i reblog a regular stream of cute animals and aesthetic pictures of old buildings and then give that url out instead” like they’re maintaining a deep cover identity for a cold war spy. completely normal behavior.
Yesterday we got to find out we do in fact have bats in our ceiling because they kept me up for literal hours after being loud enough to wake me up. I was so stressed I was shaking the whole time.
Back it up to the first week moved into our house, we had all outer doors closed, but screened windows open to let fresh air in. All of a sudden before it was fully dark out, a bat is flying around the entire first floor and my husband was upstairs playing video games with a headset on. We figured we had accidentally let it in when we were moving stuff and it had just hidden till it got darker out.
Then earlier this year when we realized a bat flew into our bedroom, in the middle of the night. I had to wake husband up and he didn’t believe me because he couldnt see or hear it. He found out real quick that I wasnt lying. So we rushed the pets out tof the room and threw open the window that doesn’t have the screen (window ac was there so screen couldn’t be) It crawled from under the door to fly down the hallway we were hiding out in, dispite having and open window to fly out of. I bought window AC foam to fill in the gaps between the window panes (there’s quite the overlap on some of them). We later find out that our neighbors right across the street “had” bats and their solution was chicken wire… which is way too big of holes to keep out the bats in our area.
Now I’m terrified to sleep in the bedroom because I keep imagining one sneaking in somehow, and I want to get a better night’s sleep. But their screaching and flapping and clawing is just stressing me out and I haven’t even heard any yet tonight. But I also can’t sleep on the couch because apparently I’m worried about someone watching me through the windows. Yeah I could close one blind, but then I risk a cat busting it. Or I could close the curtains, but oh wait those are just lace.
Bats are also a protected species and it is a cold winter area here. Since we have started winter we can’t get the normal preventative measures done until spring, because it’s inhumane to do it during the winter. That part I don’t really have a problem with as long as I’m not getting woken up at 2:30 to sounds of stirring regularly, for the next 4 months. I might cry tonight.
does anyone have any tips or know any free ways to help me learn spanish? i already use duolingo but i really wanna do something more along with it. i appreciate any advice!
Maybe check out Lingopie. A friend recommended it to me to improve my Spanish grade. They have TV shows and movies with subtitles in the original language e.g. Spanish TV Show + Spanish subtitles. The subtitles, words and phrases are all clickable and give you an instant translation. Duolingo is helpful but I’ve seen quicker progress with this. Hope it helps!
The good thing about Lingopie is that you can also instantly create flashcards with the subtitles while watching a show. I go through them after an episode and then rewatch it the next day and notice I understand almost everything!
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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
Might I add:
The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed
The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child
The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship
The adventures of a space roomba
Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)
I don’t know a snappy description but the my nemesis cynthia story certainly lives in my head
hilariously, these are almost all in my fic tag. so, a compiled list from the notes (and some extras):
I want to say this bc it does not get said enough: most grief you experience in your life will have NOTHING to do with death.
This is not talked about enough and as a result ppl struggle to process grief bc the world is telling them that grief is something else.
Grief is about loss, and IF you’d like to define it as a loss of life it is not restricted to loss of life via death. Even then I’d implore you to not view grief as about death or life but again, just loss.
Grief is also about having a shitty childhood that nothing can fix even if you have healed from it as an adult; your childhood was shitty and there’s nothing retroactively you can do about it. You grieve the loss of thriving your past self was denied.
Grief is about friendships that ended abruptly, confusingly and again, there’s nothing you can do to change that. You just have to sit with it. This is the only way grief can ultimately be processed and all it wants by the way: to be accepted and sat with. That’s it.
Grief is about opportunities that have passed, experiences you can’t have because of the way situations have ended up, and having to accept that while you do have your whole future ahead of you, there were some things you wanted to be a certain way then and they weren’t, aren’t and will never be.
Grief is being estranged from your family and missing family closeness even though you do not want to be closer to your parents, because you’re grieving the fact that there is a healthy part of human life you will not experience through them.
Grief can be the job you lost, the plans that fell through, the events that spiraled out of your control
If grief is strictly about life and death, understand that it includes grieving the life you never had and the death of who you used to be, too.
But moreover, grief is about loss.
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