#I Just Can't Type Out Why In This Post

[alcairsei]

i'm so tired. EVERY time i see a video of a middle eastern recipe, i go into the comments and see people saying stuff like "careful, or israelis will steal it and say it's theirs" "make sure it's clear where it's from so no one can claim they invented it".

guess what? most israelis DON'T claim that middle eastern dishes are solely israeli with no other roots. what a way to show everyone you don't know history. jews came to israel from all over the area and brought their dishes with them. that's why we make similar dishes. but these people just want to continue to assert jews as people without a homeland and a culture. well, fuck you.

[icewindandboringhorror]

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[lieutenantselnia]

You ever get that feeling like you're f/o-ing characters by proxy? Like, you don't necessarily want to f/o them yourself, but you still want them to be f/os to someone and see other people self ship with them? Well, because I think I do ...

So I started rewatching Star Wars Rebels a few weeks ago and oh boy I think my dormant Star Wars hyperfixation is no longer dormant but instead coming back full force - AND NOW I WANT TO SEE THESE DORKS GETTING KISSES GODDAMMIT

These are just the first few that came to my mind but there's more (it's just that it's half past 5am and my brain is soup), but I'd love to see some self-inserts (or OCs) being shipped with them! And even if you don't like Imperials you could also just make them defect with/for you😌

In oder: Lieutenant Yogar Lyste, Commandant Cumberlayne Aresko, Minister Maketh Tua, Admiral Kassius Konstantine, Agent Alexsandr Kallus, Grand Admiral Thrawn

I wasn't quite sure about including Kallus (bottom left) and Thrawn (bottom right) in this list, because 1. they're not nearly as underrated as the others (although I haven't really seen them around in the self ship community), and 2. I also very much ship Kallus with Zeb (I'm rarely crazy about canon x canon pairings but those two are really cute), and well Thrawn is also on my own f/o list anyway xD (I usually don't mind sharing though)

Bonus: Admiral Yularen, however I prefer his look in The Clone Wars, but he makes an appearance in Rebels too!

(I really want to rewatch TCW as well once I'm finished with Rebels it's always been such a joy to watch when I was younger😭 I hope I can get my sister to watch it together with me like we used to)

[fisheito]

really enjoy seeing the comments whenever i post sopping yakumo the reactions are immediate like all the yakumo enjoyers wriggle out of the dirt and experience Emotion together , loudly the chorus of AUUWWGHHHGHGHHH we are one

[lilacerull0]

i feel like reading/watching mbf immediately means knowing who i am as a person and... i cannot allow this

[purpurussy]

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[tls123]

i know wei wuxian is first pick as god/personification of death etc. etc. (duh, perfect choice, so sexy) but i would like to propose jiang cheng for the part. in the same way elizabeth swann is death from that one post about her kisses damning the men she loves

in the way everything he touches and everything he loves seems to be doomed (sect, parents, sister, brother)

wei wuxian as life!!! as god of life!!! coming back, unkillable. life giving (core transfer, wen ning, etc.)*

jin ling doesn't die because at the end of the story, at the guanyin temple, wei wuxian is there too. to protect him the same way he protected jiang cheng

and this is why he (wei wuxian) has to go back to being yunmeng jiang's head disciple, in this essay i will—

*i'm not saying he lives well, but he lives! he fucking claws and crawls and fights his way out of the burial mounds, he just doesn't fucking quit** you know what i mean

**until he does, but that's a choice he makes.

[lanternmice]

uh u h uh, woe wife be upon ye???

RUBS EYES. HI . OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU I FEEL LIKE I COULD DIE. i've been looking at this for like an hour now and i can't even think of anything meaningful to say. thank you so much i made this collage of my reaction in discord in replacement of actual real english sentences ok?

[nexus-nebulae]

trying to sort our simplyplural but there's enough of us that we need to use smthn like a spreadsheet to do that. but also. how tf do we sort source categories when we have so many multifictives

[iwakuraz]

everytime I think even just a little bit that I'm starting to sort of get better at speaking aloud, somebody will say something horrible to me about my voice and ruin everything

[killadelphias]

thoughts.......................

[theghostofashton]

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[dirtytransmasc]

I love me some Aegon and his mommy issues/Alicent angst, and I had an idea, so here:

Alicent is trying so hard to love him, to give him what any child deserves, but she's struggling, she's struggling and she's tired and she can't bring herself to look at him, to hold him with gentleness, to feel anything towards him besides the pain in her chest. She doesn't hate him, she doesn't want to at least, but he makes her ache with something awful, and it's only gotten worse as he dredged the path of more pregnancies, more pain, more suffering.

when Aegon was still pretty young, like 5 or 6, he's still just a kid who wants his mother to love him when something happens to Alicent. Maybe a complication with pregnancy or sickness or even just plain old tiredness. She faints, and he's there to witness it.

he's just old enough to know that's bad, his tummy is all twisted up and he can't really breathe right, he's crying before he even reaches her. He crouches over her, shaking her shoulders and patting her face like a little kid does, his little voice just calling "mama wake up" over and over again. he's too young to know he can/should call for help, so he clings to his mother and cries. he doesn't understand, doesn't understand why she won't wake up, why she won't soothe him and tell him it's ok.

as he gets more and more desperate, he starts to cling to her face and neck and he nearly smothers her by the time someone finds them, and as maesters and servents try and pull the puffy eyes little babe off his mother, she wakes just enough for the instinct to protect her child to kick in.

she's barely coherent but she wraps an arm around her son as he cling to her, ordering her son be unhanded and that no one utters another word to him, because in that moment, she feels it, she feels that pull to her baby. her heads still spinning and she can barely feel a thing, but she knows she wants her son, that's the only thing she wants. she asks for help sitting up so she can cradle his shaking little body in her arms. Something in her breaks when he curls around to face her, and his little hands take hold of her cheeks and his teary eyes meet her own, because this little thing who she has never been able to care for, for no conscious fault of her own, cared for her so much. it hit her how much her own flesh and blood loved her, even when she was no mother to him, even though she failed everytime, he still loved her, he still wanted her.

she insists on holding her baby as she's practically carried to bed, and while the maesters treat her, because she knows this moment will fade eventually, and she won't be able to look her son in the eye. maybe it was selfish, to savour this time, when her son would be left cold turkey in terms of her affection come morning no doubt, but she couldn't help it.

she savoured the way she no longer cringed when he called her mama, or how his blonde hair and blue eyes were no longer unpleasant to look at, or even how his touch didn't burn. she kept him tucked under her arm as long as he would let her, and when he ventured onto the bed to play amongst her covers, taking her nightgown between his little fingers and looking up at her with a chubby smile, her hand remained on him all the whole time.

she knew it was all because she was ill and delirious, but she pushed the thought down and smiled at her baby. She waved away his concerns when her eyes remained watery for the rest of the night, just entertained whatever he wanted of her until he tired and came back to lay with her against the pillows, his head on her shoulder.

she watched as he fought sleep, blonde lashes fluttering as his eyelids grew heavy. she brushed the bridge of his nose with a gentle finger, kissing his cheek when he gave in and pressed his face into her hand, letting her guide his head to her chest.

"you know mommy loves you no matter what, no matter what happens, you will always be in my heart" she would whisper to him, hoping he would remember it when she couldn't say it herself.

"I know mama" he would whisper back in a tired voice, yawning into her breast in a way that made The Mother in her ache and thrash around like a wild animal. why was her chance at motherhood stolen, why was her ability to live her baby taken away, why was her womb used to benefit a man so young. why was she stolen from her children by Man's greed. she was always told breastfeeding was the best part of motherhood, but it was the part she dreaded the worst. she could barely look at her own breasts after, as if they had been tainted by her children. how could that be, when their only true purpose was to serve them?

"always remember that, my little one, promise me"

"I will, I promise mama, I will" and with a final little yawn, he finally drifting off to sleep.

tomorrow everything would most likely go back to normal, no matter how badly she didn't want it to, but tonight was for them, and she was going to make the most of it. she slept with him tucked into her chest, nose buried in her son's hair, taking in the baby smell she normally couldn't stand. she held him close, never once letting a maesters or servant disturb his sleep or pry him from her.

and when she woke early the next morning to more prodding from the maesters, she looked over her son, bundled in her covers. one of his hands was wrapped around her hair, the other in his mouth. she watched each breath go in and out of his little chest, took him all in, all his innocence. she could feel the dread trickling back in, felt herself hurt at the predetermined realization, and chose to just enjoy the tail end of this short respite she was given.

when he woke it was back to playing a role, if only for his sake, pretending so he wouldn't suffer like she had. and that was ok, because though she only truly had him for a night, his happiness came before her pain.

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two little notes that make this worse;

for the people who don't pay all the much attention to the smaller details in the show, one of The Seven refered to in the religion alicent follows, is The Mother, and Alicents got some religious trauma, so I just had to throw it in there. I also decided to reference this in regard to, what in my opinion, is the most motherly thing on this earth. breasts, from an evolutionary standpoint, served only to feed our children, but skin, the chest, has been used to soothe little ones for centuries. It's hard to imagine little Alicent enjoying skin to skin or breastfeeding, no matter how many women and maesters and midwives say it's the purest form of live and connection she can have between herself and her child. having alicent not only feel the connection to The Mother and Aegon (both the good and bad) but also her realization of how she was robbed through her chest, seemed natural.

and I wrote this with I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski and Rises The Moon by Liana Flores on loop, which made me cry, and definitely puts so insight on my thought process I was in.

if you like it, reblog it, help me out as a creator!!!

[that-was-anticlimactic]

waiting for my period to start is literal terror like i can hear the metaphorical suspenseful music playing and feel nervous and can’t stop checking to see if he’s here and can’t stop thinking about when will it come? will i need to throw away any underwear this time? what if it comes in the middle of the night? should i just sleep on a towel?

[polygondotcomvideoproducer]

Uni lecture is making me think about my future for a minute and auuuggghhhh the agonies

[buryam-soul]

Do i succumb to the temptation..... Do i rb someone's post to argue with them........