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That moment when you realize that you’ve been pronouncing a word wrong according to your own conlang rules.

See: Ekkreth

Which, when spelled with IPA is

ɛkk(ɛ)ɾɛth

And, in my brain:

Eh-keka-ret-uh

Many thanks to all the people who made this hilarious breakdown possible in the cheliik’ta server, a’te real ones.

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Desmond who finally gets the chance to relax and relish in it but doesn’t even realise it’s happening until something just kinda clicks in the back of his mind.

He’s lounging on the bank of some river, sun high and sky blue, his little patch of land green and lush and most definitely containing all sorts of bugs that Desmond will probably find in his hood later. But he doesn’t care.

He’s so unbelievably content and relaxed in that little moment and when it clicks in his head that he doesn’t have to be on guard or on a constant vigil he can’t help but cry. Feels his throat tighten and his nose clog as tears unwittingly well up and spill down the sides of his face.

He’s so fucking happy though. Is laughing through the tears and feels like a scream is lodged in his chest. It’s so confusing. The happiness and the frustration and the sadness. All of it battling in his chest as he lets out these ugly heaving breaths and mixed noises of laughter and sobs.

He doesn’t have to run anymore. He doesn’t have to look over his shoulder and be constantly aware of everything. He can have days where he does nothing. Have days where he sits on a bank, and does nothing but break down. Doesn’t have to worry about hiding it all in fear of being seen as weak or lesser or whatever. Cause he’s free.

And he’s so unbelievably happy about it.

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this Conversation pit is ruining my life

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@nittusidhe @sereinsidhe @adragonsfriend

Look I have zero excuses for this, but the idea popped into my head and now it's in your head, sorry

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She tours with Max Rebo- I don’t make the rules

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Ok you know what, let's spread some positivity. Reblog this if you actually like Star Wars

And I am refering to all of star wars and not just select parts of it. Even if you have issues with parts of it, you still enjoy it.

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Some Star Wars Memes I made.

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you have to outlive donald trump

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your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

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site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word

site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition 

site that gives you words that rhyme with a word

site that gives you synonyms and antonyms

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@two-turtleducks

he’s the reason i fell in love with Star Wars.

slightly animated version on instagram :)

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Me @ my students- especially the past 3 days.

*through gritted teeth* every day i choose to be kind *barely restraining myself from violence* i choose to have compassion *tamping down the vicious bloodlust inside me* i choose to care and to be kind and to love

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Not to get too much into Star Wars discourse but here we go--

No, the Sith are not inherently evil. The Sith code can be interpreted in different ways and it is interpreted differently by different characters. Writers are allowed to experiment and put nuance to the sides of the Force.

No, the Jedi are not pure and virtuous beings who had no faults. The Jedi did a lot of shit, and got waaaay too comfortable in their positions in the government to even see Palpatine for what he really was. The entire point of the prequels is that they were blinded by their arrogance.

Anakin was not the good guy, and his fall is inherently tragic. But the Jedi did fail him because they refused to accommodate him in any meaningful way. (Also, they left his mom to continue to be a fucking slave.) The Jedi were not prepared for someone like him.

Obi-Wan did the best he could, and while he also has fault in Anakin's fall, it wasn't solely his fault. Speaking of which, Anakin's fall was also equally as much his fault as it was the Jedi's.

Is that it? Yeah, I think that's it

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Please please please infodump about your conlang, I am BEGGING.

Gods above and below I am OBSESSED with Naernian. Conlanging is my SHIT. (Most in on a different blog, but I had to follow when I was reading your narnia fic!)

Sjdgsns yesss I love conlanging too it's so fun! I'm glad you enjoyed my writing!

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Anxious Skunk. She gets a witch hat.

CONGRATULATIONS!!!

You have reached the required conditions for acquiring your first familiar.

HOWEVER... There is a slight issue...

You gots no money. You know what that means, right?

You gotta go to the discount familiar store. Beggars can't be choosers, so it's basically up to chance which one you'll end up with...

Whichever familiar happens to be on the CLEARANCE_RACK at the time is what you'll end up with.

Once you've selected your familiar, you must now pick a stylish getup for them! Actually, a whole outfit would be expensive, let's just choose one singular accessory instead:

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Uggg unassumingly dangerous lucy my beloved

Narnia Headcanons

Queen Lucy the Valiant

Did not experience falling in love, and did not feel attracted enough to anybody to go for a casual relationship. She did pester Edmund about being in a relationship and drove him to madness— he already hated the number of suitors Susan had and thinking of people asking for Lucy made him fume even more. She took great amusement in riling him up with imaginary situations.

In Narnia, she was called Lucy the Lionheart, the Fanged Queen, the Merry Child, Queen Lucy the Healer, Lover of the People and more. She was known to be a happy person, always with a smile on her face, but also to be a lethal force in battle. She earned the name the Fanged Queen for her daggers— they were like a Lion's fangs in her skilled hands; fast, razor sharp and deadly.

Outside Narnia, she was known for her childlike smiles and her battle madness— the Child Queen, the Mad Queen, the Wild Child, Lucy the War Hungry, Bloody Lucy, the Merry Murderer and such terrifying titles. It was quite a shock for everyone who had heard her titles before meeting her, for she was nothing other than a little girl with the sweetest smile and the softest voice. Until, that is, the time for war came.

Peter's right hand when it came to battle strategy. Initially, it had been Edmund that had helped Peter, but as Lucy grew older they found she had a penchant for war, and Edmund immediately handed over the responsibilities to her to focus on the judiciary. People learnt very soon not to underestimate the 13 year old with dual daggers— she was as savage and deadly as a lion, and was not afraid to spill blood. Indeed, she was known to laugh as she killed on the battlefield.

Was the Spymaster of the espionage ring, and was extremely competent at it. She employed and trained unlikely creatures that would fly under the radar— Mice and Birds for their ability to appear dumb, Satyrs for their unassuming demeanor, Snakes for their stealth, and other small animals. It was the most successful spy organisation ever seen on the mainland.

Kept her hair short compared to the others. Went just below her shoulders, and had dozens of tiny braids following Peter's tradition. She braided white jasmines into her hair every morning for their smell, earning her the title the Crimson Jasmine after too many instances of the white flowers being drenched in her enemies' blood. When they fell out of Narnia, she had an impressive fifty-four braids— the highest out of all siblings.

Hated studying. Absolutely did not like to sit in one place poring over books for hours on end. She would rather be outside with the dryads and the satyrs, tracking the dumb animals through the forests on hunting expeditions.

Her favourite subjects were Strategy, Dancing lessons and Navigation— she was fond of sailing, and would usually accompany Edmund on his political journeys to the Islands and archipelagos. By the time she turned 16, she commanded her own fleet of warships, specifically to deal with the attacks on Narnian trade ships from pirates. She earned the title the Mad Queen for her daring and outrageous strategies to deal death on the sea.

Dancing with the Satyrs and the Dryads was her favourite passtime. If she was not on the sea and not in the archery range, she was in the forest, dancing around the fire in a circle. Her favourite dances were the Sword Dance and the fast paced Centaur's Canter.

Very often, she would assist Edmund with his ridiculous pranks. Equally often, she would blame him for her own pranks. Nobody other than the older pevensies ever believed that the sweet queen would ever prank anyone, which annoyed the three others to no end.

Playing Chess with Susan was also a treasured activity, for her. Often, the reason she came up with her outrageous battle strategies was that she had already thought of them when going up against Susan on the chessboard. Susan was a formidable opponent on the board and Lucy had to pull all the stops to defeat her. It helped when planning for actual war, and not to mention it was entertaining.

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order 66 was such an incomprehensible, inevitable tragedy, but also a poetic one. jedi who were used as pawns and didn’t realize it until it was too late. jedi who became soldiers because they didn’t have a choice, who became soldiers because there was no other option that allowed them to protect the galaxy. a community built on love and compassion and gentleness, a community that consisted of hundred of cultures and thousands of members. a community of peacekeepers who became soldiers and led a war to protect the people they always kept safe. a community that inevitably began to lose themselves because they were never destined to win. they lost before they even began to fight. their fates were sealed and there was nothing they could do about it. it was just a waiting game. they were killed by the very men they fought alongside; men they fought alongside and led and loved and cherished, men who were created to be weapons but seen as unique individuals. they were killed by their own, a man corrupted by the evil that sealed their fate. but even then, they survived. they were hunted down to near extinction, but their ideals survived. their ideals survived and persisted until the very evil that sought their destruction was destroyed. “may the force be with you” was a phrase used by the rebellion, even years after order 66, because the jedi represented hope. no matter what happened to them, no matter how many were murdered and slaughtered by the empire and its forces, they remained. because you cannot destroy hope. that’s what the jedi stood for. hope, love, sacrifice, defending the people, fighting for a better tomorrow. the jedi could never truly be defeated because they could never truly die. their teachings, their love, their message of hope, it would always live on, no matter what palpatine or darth vader or anyone did. because the jedi were immortalized in what they represented, and what they represented founded the rebellion: hope.