Obi-Wan had known it would be painful—and awkward—but there are a few things he hadn’t anticipated. One of them is the literal change in perspective.
Rako Hardeen is a large man.
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The size difference Kenobane fic that just had to be written! Thanks again to @bluedaddysgirl for the beta!
Guys, this fic. PLEASE read it!!! I bullied En for more gen, and I got it, and it’s SO FUCKING GOOD, it ramps up the smut and Obi-Wan’s inner struggle in SUCH a juicy manner….
Drowning in the sauce….
10/10 recommend. The size difference is subtle but always there and omg. Very hot towards the end there ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
Trump raised a lot of eyebrows by elevating his chief strategist Stephen Bannon to a permanent seat on the National Security Council.
Democrats, though, apparently weren’t the only ones stunned by the move. Among the people caught unaware was one Donald J. Trump.
The New York Times reported on Sunday that Trump hadn’t realized what he did when he signed the 2,100-word executive memorandum that elevated Bannon to the NSC.
“Mr. Bannon remains the president’s dominant adviser, despite Mr. Trump’s anger that he was not fully briefed on details of the executive order he signed giving his chief strategist a seat on the National Security Council.”
Read that again: The president of the United States, Donald Trump, was “not fully briefed” on a document he signed, a document that carries the force of law. Read more
I’ve been back and forth on this for what seems like forever but for my own sake I need finally make a choice so I stop beating myself up over it.
When I first came back to the PokeAsk community with this blog, my goal was to get into that ever elusive “Finished Blog Club”. I was so determined! I finally had a story to tell about character I loved, and I still care about this blog very much so! But my brain has a nasty habit of hyping myself up for projects and then leaving them to gather dust. I hate it but if my mind isn’t in it, it becomes genuinely draining to continue on. Plus, as I have mentioned before, I’m getting married in June. With The Other Q finishing up his degree by the end of the year as well we’ve been making plans for where to go from there and what we want to do. Life forces you to move on even if you don’t want to, yknow? I enjoy fandom content but I’ve come to realize I’ve been using it as a safety net of sorts. It’s easier to create content when the background is already in place for you, and you can just explain almost anything away as a “headcanon”. I need to teach myself to branch out and flex my story telling glands on more original works. I need to not be scared of creating original content.
That, and…It seems like drama is really on and off these days. I really wanted to help be a beacon of positivity within the community but as time went on and it was one thing after another it became harder. I wanted to reach out and make friends but the more the environment was muddied with the drama the more I felt..Scared? Unsafe, I guess? Hard to say. I may sound selfish but I suppose I’m just trying to look out for my own mental health first so I apologize.
Negative aspects aside, it’s been a wonderful number of years in this community. I’ve met so many wonderfully talented artists and cannot thank you all enough for the overwhelming amount of support and love I have received during my time here.
I may lurk around and you may see me like a post or leave a comment every now and again, but as far as this blog’s story goes it’s on hiatus. I don’t know if this is a permanent goodbye as my mind still hasn’t fully settled into a decision, so for now we can call it a see you later. I’ll be closing the askbox after today so if you have any comments or questions feel free to shoot me one for the time being.
Der Zug hatte bereits bessere Tage gesehen. Die Sitze waren abgewetzt, überall lag Müll herum und durch die dreckigen Fenster, die von außen mit Graffitis zu gesprüht waren, fiel nur wenig Licht. Es war Zeugnis all der Jahre, die der Zug die unterschiedlichsten Menschen von A nach B gebracht hatte. Doch hier und da ließ sich noch etwas von dem alten Glanz des Zuges erahnen und es wirkte fast so, als hätte man ihn aus einer vielversprechenden Vergangenheit gerissen und in eine düstere Zukunft verschleppt. Mit einem raschen Blick auf ihren Begleiter fragte sie sich, was wohl ihr Fahrtziel für eine Zukunft für sie bringen würde.
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The train had seen better days. The seats were torn up, everywhere was garbage, and through the dirty windows, sprayed over with graffiti, was hardly coming any light. It was a testament to all the years the train had brought many different people from A to B. Here and there you could still see a glimpse of its former glory, and it almost felt like the train was torn from a promising past and thrown into a grim future. She asked herself, with a quick glance to her companion, what kind of future would their destination bring for them?
summary: Bound by the laws of a forced marriage to stop an impending turf war, can two conflicted souls find love amidst their clan’s deep-seated prejudice and hatred… or will it prove a strong enough force to destroy them for good?
genre:forced marriage, historical AU, 18+
overall warnings: heavyangst, unrequited love, dub/con, degrading language, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of miscarriages, mentions of abortion, misogyny, adultery, murder, violence, suicide, mentions of feticide, attempted feticide, mentions of miscarriage, horrific nightmares, a beheading, stabbing, perceived adultery, misunderstandings, alcohol, a funeral, a cremation, naoya is his own warning, you might fall in love with him though, reader discretion is advised, 18+, mdni
Nesta watched the shadowsinger with a frankness that most people shied from. Azriel returned the look with a stillness that most people ran from.
Even Feyre had been hesitant around Az initially, but Nesta considered him with the same unflinching assessment she laid upon everyone.
Maybe that was why Azriel had never said a bad word about Nesta. Never seemed inclined to start a fight with her. She saw him, and was not afraid of him. There weren’t many people who fit that bill.
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idk man i’m outta words
Oh nice so she just admits he’s a bully picking on easy prey. :)
don’t you just love when sj///m is accidentally self-aware when she writes?
Ngl tho nesta has shown way more genuine interest in azriel than she has in cassian lmao
SHE HAS! and he actually shows genuine care toward her well-being, as evidenced when he asks if someone pushed her down the stairs.
what a sentence that is damn
New canon: aroace azriel and aroace nesta trying to find a good girlfriend for their lesbian BFF mor
First published in 1637, with the first attempt at a definitive text produced in 1756, The Madman of Florence was probably first performed sometime between 1621 and 1627. It is difficult to categorize- its famously ambiguous ending and largely unsympathetic cast of characters, as well as its bloodbath violence, did nothing to endear it to critics for centuries (it was banned onstage from 1757 to 1830, and even after the ban was lifted the Victorians wanted very little to do with it), it has enjoyed renewed popularity since Laurence Olivier’s groundbreaking 1952 staging with the National Theater.
i watched the adventuring party clip where murph talks about how flirting as theo was fun because theo is Repressed TM and i started thinking about how all his characters are repressed but in wildly in different directions. specifically how fucking superb it is that riz gukgak is a repressed teen boy but WHAT he is repressing is. his asexuality
(you never set out to forge one of the most loved love stories in the world.
that’s a lesson she knows very well.)
irides is the name she chose, once upon a time when the world was younger that it will ever be again. it’s the name she sought, the name amongst the many she tried that seemed to fit.
they call her the spirit of rainbows. they say her eyes are clear as crystal and that her pupils are shaped like diamonds; they say her hair is the colour of freshly fallen snow and beams of coloured light reflect off it. they say she dances during rain showers and that her joy creates the multicoloured arcs of light she’s known for.
this essay originally looked a lot different. it was originally just about whitewashing in the mo xiang tong xiu fandom. however i’m uncomfortable writing that essay. and not because i’m scared people will be mean to me, or because i don’t know what to say.
the problem is that in mxtx fandom, public incidents of racism are consistently mined for entertainment. and whether or not the white people who enjoy drama sleuthing intend it, turning racism into a spectacle creates a chilling effect on people of color’s ability to talk about racism.
i’m going to talk about this in three parts: first, a case study in racism as entertainment; second, my personal reflections on that event; third, the broader historical-cultural context for talking about china, suffering, and entertainment.
