Mace Windu said fuck the rules fuck the law fuck tradition the Chancellor is a Sith Lord and has made himself an emperor and I’m not going to sit by and let it happen.
Mace Windu said if I do nothing I’d be betraying the democracy I thought I was fighting for this whole time, which means more than the crimes I’ll be charged with when this is over.
And yet people try to praise Anakin or Dooku for “leaving a corrupt system”. As if that was why Anakin left. As if Dooku did anything but make it worse. People praise the Mandalorians for only following their own rules. As if we’ve ever seen the Mandalorians truly stand for anything.
As if we don’t already have the most metal anti-authoritarian, badass character for people to praise.
And yet these parts of the fandom hate him. I wonder why 🤔
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It just will forever baffle me how unfair he has been. He kept constantly blaming me for all that was going wrong in his life, he could get upset to the point of wanting to hurt himself or worse over things as little as me disagreeing with his creative ideas or not wanting to listen to something he wanted to share at the moment, he abandoned his friend he knew for two years because he got interested in me too much to give her enough - and then because he convinced himself she didn't care for him anymore.
And I knew, all along, that I was not right for him. I kept telling him to keep reaching out and seek friends that he'd actually like and actually get along with. I kept insisting that he was doing it to himself by clinging to me where clearly he hated me to the point I could've hurt him by as much as setting up boundaries, having different opinions or having limitations as a human being. I told him that that friend he abandoned still cared for him and he could not just decide FOR her. But over and over, he denied everything and begged me to stay, saying how much he wanted to have future together, how I was like a sister he lost a chance to have, how we were supposed to share life experiences together and how I was the only one that felt "real". I kept sticking around despite the abuse, despite how much he was ruining my mental health and my social life (being abused distances you from even close people), all because I could not stand seeing him so hurt and alone. And the last deceit hurt especially bad, because he made me truly believe him. He said something that made me lose my guard, my focus on the fact that I was just a placeholder in his life until he finds someone fitting.
And just like I kept saying, as soon as he got enough money for good life, his mental health improved upon switching meds or something, he met a new friend and reconnected with that exact one he abandoned earlier - he declared me a dead weight on his life that has only been "killing" him and declared that the almost two years he spent with me were just a bad dream he was happy to finally forget.
I knew all along that the best thing I could do for him was to leave him, but I never did. I should have before he stopped caring for me entirely out of blue, because now he didn't even learn anything. He lost nothing of value in his eyes, just a person that "wasted his time". So what if his current friends """fail""" him again? He'll just seek an outlet in new ones, until they prove "useless" and he'll ditch them too, and so on. Some people just can't appreciate someone's personality, they only value people for what they can give to them. Or.. is it just me? At times I am genuinely annoyed when people tell me I am a valuable person and anyone who can't love and appreciate me is an idiot, because on the contrary, in my life all people that despised me and saw me as a waste of their time the most were all high IQ, very well-read and educated, very sophisticated individuals. Clearly, there is a correlation between being very smart and deeming me as human garbage - in a way jealous haters, hypocritical control freaks and callous ableists I've met online never could.
Honestly, sometimes I should decide for someone else. I always knew he hated me and splitting with me was to the better for him, but I let his tears and clinginess force me to feel bad and go back every time. And to doubt that maybe I was the delusional one and could not be sure of someone else's needs. Honestly, guys - when you are given every single indication that you are hated and only kept around out of their fear of loneliness and low self-esteem... it is all there is. It is not a situation where you should listen to your heart, to hope or to give benefit of the doubt. Being abused is something you can only comprehend with mind and knowledge, there is no bigger story and no intricate matters.
Still, I hate how as painfully stupid and naive for my age as I am, I've been able to understand things way more correctly than a much older, much more mature person with high intellect and tons more of life experience. I was right all along, but I hate being right sometimes. And I hate always being discarded as soon as people's lives improve. I hate always being just a placeholder. Apparently, no one whose life is good would ever want to burden themselves with me.
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The sound of her pounding heart is what woke her up this morning, and then a very heavy feeling was made aware as soon as she aware of herself.
Feeling tired after sleeping is not all surprising for her. She’s always had trouble sleeping and then were even nights where she couldn’t get to rest her eyes at all. For a youkai like her, having most of her nights like that might not kill her…but even she had to admit that this is something she would love to get rid of it as soon as possible. It really made a difference when she was able to sleep soundly, even if she would wake up all groggy for no reason.
But today was…different? Let’s go with different.
She couldn’t recall the moment she got back on her feet. In fact, her whole body ached, as if she repeated her master’s training sessions so many times. And why was she so drenched in sweat too? Sure it’s still warm out there, but even the morning air felt chilly around her. Her heart was still pounding after a while…There’s not much she could recall prior to all this–Except for an intense sense of dread.
Was it a nightmare again? No, she could’ve recalled it easily. Besides, nothing would’ve gone as far as making her jump out of her mattress so violently like that. Her mind was too foggy to recall anything, but she was sure that such experience could only be compared to those where she had run or fight for her own survival. Whenever she encountered with something that really really terrified her. And just like in those situations, her body would cool down and her aches would start to become more unbearable by the minute. She looked at her own hands, her knuckles were pale and the palms of her own hands were slightly injured as what it seemed to be from her own nails digging into her skin. Her own clothes looked rough too, as if she braced for a very bad fall at the mountain. Did something attacked her while she was sleeping in her…
Wait.
Was she…was she even in her room at all?
Thankfully she was still inside the household, she was only a few steps away from the sliding door that separated her room from the hallways. Confusion transitioned into dread again, a few pieces surfaced in her once unreliable memory.
Something appeared in her room, she was sure of it and it must’ve been very dangerous with the way she acted. With a second surge of adrenaline coursing her body, she could feel a heavy presence still looming within her bedroom. As much as she wanted to run for help, she couldn’t get her eyes off the sliding screen. No, she can’t risk it–If the intruder is still there then it’s her only chance to make sure it leaves her masters’ home. She was trained for this kind of situations, she MUST be able to do it.
Yet, her hands were shaking to a degree she’s never done before. She couldn’t even breathe properly, afraid that any movement could give it all away to the threatening entity that invaded her room and mind. She gave herself just three seconds, and in one swift movement she pulled the screen to one side.
Only to find nothing.
Except for a chaotic mess in her room, which might’ve done it herself considering there were no obvious signs of intrusion.
But it still felt difficult to make the first step inside. Her body still felt tense from all the stress she just put her body through. She would check one side to the other and found nothing to be afraid of, everything looked normal. Despite that, she hesitated when she tried to close her room. She couldn’t bring herself to relax yet.
She sat on her futon, still wondering about all this. Is this something she must report to Ran and Yukari? Well, there’s no evidence of a trespasser…No, that would look bad. Truth to be told, it would be hard to share such thing. She can’t bring herself to make them worry. Maybe it’s best to just sleep it off.
Yes…sleep sounds good, she thought.
Her master might scold her for sleeping in, but at this point, she was feeling too tired to care. She couldn’t even tuck herself properly either, the nekomata just couldn’t wait to forget all this as if it was nothing than a bad dream. Her once erratic breathing would become steady and quiet as her eyes never dared to open for a while.
The world can continue without her today.
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