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this too shall pass

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i love to make fun of notorious white woman Taylor Swift and all of her embarrassing attempts to appear deeper than a plate of soup.

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Movie review online: well the movie wasn’t horrible. You could watch it if you have some time, sure. Didn’t really have a satisfying end or anything and wasn’t like. Jaw-dropping or anything.

Me watching the movie: having a transformative experience, marvelling at the beauty of the art and how loving the movie, the characters and everything was made

Me: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS OKAY

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The first few weeks Din had the little green womp rat on his ship, the little bugger kept waking him up in the middle of the night

Din was a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian, he was no stranger to his ship being raided or having to be a light sleeper in anticipation of sneak attacks during the night.

In was in their blood.

What he wasn't prepared for was the little green monster the size of a porg to be body slamming him in the middle of the night.

Din slept with his blaster, there could've been serious casualties.

After the ninth time his sleep had been disturbed, Din grabbed the creature. "What? Why do you keep doing this, you little womp rat?"

It's ears lowered to the sides of his head, making a keening sound unlike a young foundling in need of attention.

Din observed him quietly, setting him down on his lap. "Don't tell me you're scared of sleeping up there?" he glanced at the overhanging cot, confused.

It was made of durable leather and skins, it had enough space for the little green monster, so why was it so scared?

The green porg whimpered again and his small hands wrapped around Din's shirt, trembling slightly.

He didn't understand its language, but Din did understand its intentions.

It was scared.

With a heavy defeated sigh, Din fell back on his bed, if one could call the slab of collapsible ship wall covered by a blanket a bed, and closed his eyes.

He felt tiny hands grab at him and push a little body upward, until the creature nestled itself into the crook of his arm and chest.

With a gesture Din convinced himself was either instinctual or accidental, his free hand rested protectively over the boy, feeling its body relax under his weight.

Din settled back into a light sleep, mildly aware of the tiny face nuzzling deeper into his chest.

#mandalorian #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin and grogu #grogu #dad din #best space father son duo #mando #mandalorian fanfic #chatty charinette #sw #star wars #star wars mandalorian

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I'm in awe of how we ran historical revisionism on the civil rights movement so bad that people truly believe it was quiet self-sacrifcial non-disruptive christ-like activism that forced progress and not — like — the incredible economic pressure of boycotts and outbreaks of illegal civil disobedience

Yapping to the choir but eughhh it burns me up girl effective protests have to be loud and inconvenient for change to happen because silent cries die in the dark that's the entire pointtt

#protests

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#yugioh #yugioh GX specifically

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Palpatine’s Thoughts on the Rebellion, the Empire and Power.

Here are some more of Palpatine’s inner thoughts during the Battle of Endor featured in the short story, “Then Fall, Sidious”.

I find the part in the last paragraph where he says “…strength is not a fist, but a burden. I will do what must be done to make this galaxy great because it is what I am called to do,” particularly interesting. It sounds almost like he feels called to “protect” the galaxy.

Anyway, like I’ve said before, I highly recommend this story to any Palpatine fan, who likes to see a more human side of him.

#star wars #palpatine #sheev palpatine #emperor palpatine #darth sidious #sw #sw villains #villain #savior complex

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I cannot express how much I adore dappled shadows formed by sunlight in paintings and photography and in real life

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Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's

Artist: MegaChan

#yugioh #yu-gi-oh #yugioh 5ds #yusei fudo #aki izayoi #crow hogan #megachan artist

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#mandalorian #the mandalorian #din djarin #poll #chatty charinette #fic requests

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sorry i can't come in to work today. yeah sorry they killed me off last night. yeah i just wasn't relevant to the plot anymore. i should be in tomorrow but i'll let you know.

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having so much love in your heart is beautiful and amazing right up until you’re alone in your bedroom clutching at your chest and whimpering like a wounded dog

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One of the many weird things about depression is that it retcons your life. Not only are you lying in bed feeling like a piece of shit and that everything is awful, but you start projecting those feelings back along your own time stream - you start low-key believing you've always felt this way, that nothing good has ever happened, or if it has it happened a long time ago.

On January 1st of last year I decided to start keeping a tally of good days and bad days, because I stopped trusting my brain to report on that accurately. I expected to come and look at the tally when I was depressed and go "oh, I had a good day only a few days ago. this hasn't always been like this."

What I didn't expect was that the process of asking myself whether a day had been good or bad would radically shift my perspective on what a bad day was and what a good day was. On the very first day, when I'd achieved nothing and had felt sad and slow all day, I went to put a notch in the Bad Day column before stopping myself:

wait, i thought. has today actually been bad? not bad enough to write it off. i played rummikub online with my partner. i drank some water. i had a long bath. no, today wasn't a bad day.

And so I put a notch in the Good Day column and went to bed. The next day I did the same thing, and the next day, and the next day. Just the process of going over my day every day meant that I found at least one good thing that happened every day. I had a good meal. I went to the pub and was around people, albeit quietly. I went for a walk. I saw a duck. There were days where truly awful, terrible things happened, but even on those days there was always something - even if the something was a simple as We Were There For Each Other or We Reminisced.

On December 31st I put the final tally down. Not a single day had been so bad that I could justify writing it off as a bad day. The bad day column was completely empty.

I'm still depressed, occasionally deeply, but I think I have more perspective. Depression is a physical feeling, and an emotional feeling, but even without trying *something* comes along every day that makes me glad I'm here despite that feeling.

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I am, like, a long running proponent of the "eat something and you'll feel better" crowd and am often one of the first people to suggest "maybe it's time for a snack before I get whipped into a frenzy" but I really do resent how instantaneous it is. like it'll feel like I'm having my worst day in months and then I'll start eating and literally before I even finish I'm like oh yeah the world is beautiful

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me every day without fail: I'll do [chore] when I get home

me when I get home: