#but they could be better

[boitterfly]

celebrating the summer solstice by experiencing extreme levels of loneliness and dissatisfaction but ~*~in a pool~*~

[carcassarkis]

Ok so my "Big Idea" post from earlier last week

I've written one of those classic Star Wars scrawl title things and some character details for those interested in this TFA AU!! I'm going to be calling it the "galaxy's force" AU from now on so it'll be easier to find :)

Title Scrawl:

Trouble in the galaxy! The vile FIRST ORDER has made its move against the NEW GALACTIC REPUBLIC. Supreme Leader SNOKE has sent some of his personal militia with teams of troopers to invade planets with low defenses. The most notably successful of these invasions was led by his very own Force user, known by most only as THE KNIGHT!

In response to these attacks, Senator LEIA ORGANA and her partner, HAN SOLO, built up a RESISTANCE army. Many citizens of the New Republic are against the First Order, but will they be enough to stop Snoke and The Knight?

Meanwhile, a mysterious figure calling themselves a JEDI has appeared on Jakku. Senator Organa sends a small fighter to investigate these claims!

Character Details:

SUPREME LEADER SNOKE: Leader of the First Order. Horrifically scarred and disfigured, seems to have appeared from nowhere a mere 5 years after the Fall of the Empire. Age undetermined. Appears to be somewhere between 65-80 standard years.

THE KNIGHT: Snoke’s only Force user. Wears an impressive suit of armor and carries an unstable red lightsaber with a crossguard. Armor seems to be made of imitation beskar. Age determined to be between 19-25 standard years. Identity unknown.

SENATOR LEIA ORGANA: One of the founders of the New Galactic Republic. She maintains the honorary status of “senator” due to her services, but no longer participates in the Senate after the end of her term. Carries her lightsaber – blue – everywhere, despite never using it. Lives on Naboo. Age 58 standard years.

HAN SOLO: Husband of Senator Organa. Has a business in shipping, mainly partnered with Bespin and those nearby. Is almost never on-planet, but loves to spend time with his wife when he is on Naboo. Always on the lookout for someone important. Age 65 standard years.

REY SKYWALKER: Padawan learner of Luke Skywalker. Regarded as his daughter, if not by blood. Basically adopted her after her parents tried to save her from some sort of family curse. Has a blue lightsaber. Unclear if it belongs to her. Age determined to be between 14-17 standard years.

LUKE SKYWALKER: The last Jedi Master. Vanished off the face of the galaxy after the disaster that killed half his students, sent a quarter missing, and took the other quarter with him. Has a green lightsaber. Age 58 standard years.

POE DAMERON: Pilot for the Resistance. Well-regarded by cohorts, and jokingly called the “Senator’s son” due to his high esteem. Quietly, of course, as everyone knows. Son of an ex-First Order loyalist who saved him from being forced into spice running on Kajimi. Age 21 standard years.

FN-2187: Stormtrooper in the First Order. Captain of a squad of troopers with designations FM through HO. One of the main squads to accompany The Knight on excursions for Snoke. If asked by members outside the Order, he will state that his station is merely “sanitation.” Age determined to be 20-21 standard years.

   FM-1849: Stormtrooper under FN-2187. Age determined to be 18-19 standard years.

   FX-0367: Stormtrooper under FN-2187. Age determined to be 22-24 standard years.

   GB-1214: Stormtrooper under FN-2187. Age determined to be 20-21 standard years.

   GE-0101: Stormtrooper under FN-2187. Age determined to be 24-25 standard years.

   GI-0803: Stormtrooper under FN-2187. Age determined to be 22-23 standard years.

   GW-3295: Stormtrooper under FN-2187. Age determined to be 17-19 standard years.

   HC-1654: Stormtrooper under FN-2187. Age determined to be 19-21 standard years.

   HF-2250: Stormtrooper under FN-2187. Age determined to be 24-26 standard years.

   HK-0231: Stormtrooper under FN-2187. Age determined to be 18-19 standard years.

   HO-3999: Stormtrooper under FN-2187. Age determined to be 15-17 standard years.

PHASMA: Stormtrooper in the First Order. Frequently called by the title “Captain,” but seems to be of a higher rank. Commandeers all stormtroopers on-ground, unless overridden by Snoke or one of the leading Generals. Age determined to be around 30-34 standard years.

LEADING GENERAL HUX: One of the 5 Leading Generals in the First Order. Unclear if “Armitage Hux” is real name or just a title. A harsh man. Often seems to be a precedent to The Knight. Age determined to be around 23-27 standard years.

BB-8: Small, orange-and-white astromech. Accompanies Poe Dameron on flights. Seems relatively new; acts like a puppy.

[wheremermaidsdwell]

there's usually some portion of my vids where after i post them i go 'no. could have been tighter' and this time i REFUSE i am going to go over this thing with a fine tooth comb gdi it is going to be trim and sharp and it will give you FEELINGS

[danvssomethingorother]

Friday the 13th could be more then just a dumb slasher film. The main character is a child who was brought back from the dead after a horrific murder. Is there a writer out there who wants to focus on how fucked up that is? This series could be deeper then tits and gore…

[cowboysmp3]

there’s something sooo sickening about how dunmeshis whole energy is like sometimes something terrible and awful happens to you and it changes you forever and nothing can make you the person you were before but there’s still love and there’s still sharing a meal together and there’s still living

[astronomical-bagel]

[inbabylontheywept]

bad dating stories time: the shoe incident

so in highschool, my best friend wasnt allowed to go on dates unless there was another couple there to keep an eye on him. part of this was his parents being insane, but also, part of it was him being insane. in a problem with no reasonable parties, there are no reasonable solutions.

at some point in my junior year, my sorta-gf broke up with me, and i just wasnt feeling dating, which was bad for my friend, because he had a good thing going with a girl he met in court.

he kind of hounded me about it. kept pushing me to just put me feet back in the dating pool and i wasnt real thrilled about it, because i knew he was pushing me for his own benefit, not mine, so i kept telling him to fuck off, and after a few weeks of being told that i would date when i was damn well ready, he eventually said: okay. what if i paid for the date AND found you a blind date AND all you had to do was show up?

and i shouldve said no, i know, but i let him wear me down, and i will own my fault in that. a date starting on such a stupid premise could never have gone well.

but he still managed to find a way to make it worse.

i dont know how long he tried to set a blind date up. it couldve been multiple attempts. he couldve stooped to this immediately. but what happened in the end was that he called a girl from the ward he attended - a girl that he knew had a giant, mushy crush on him - and he said: hey! how would you feel about going on a date this weekend?

(you know, implying it was with him, but never actually saying it.)

and she said YES WOW I WOULD LOVE TO and he said great! and then he called me up and said he found me a date.

i did not learn about his crimes until several weeks later. i will die swearing before god almighty that i would never have allowed this travesty to happen if i had known.

that was on a monday. the date of the date rolled around that friday evening, and im sorry to confess, i really phoned the whole thing in. i showed up in my favorite comfy outfit, which was also a fashion crime: basketball shorts and flipflops and a baja hoodie. it was super comfy but it made me look kind of crazy. i picked him up first, and then i picked up his date next, and then we went to pick up my date, and thats where you're gonna get the play by play.

i arrived, walked across the yard, and knocked on the front door. she opened it almost immediately, like shed been waiting right by it, and i could see her expression go from OMG IM SO EXCITED to super disappointed, then disgusted and finally pissed. and because i didn't know about my friends sins, i thought it was from my outfit. which seemed... harsh. like, hey, im allowed to be quirky, fuck you. also its a blind date, i thought the deal was that we were both going to be sad broken sacks of mortality.

anyway, we looked at each other for several seconds before she slammed the door in my face.

i looked back at my friend. he was sweating bullets. i dont know what he expected from this, but there was this big long pause where we both tried to figure out what to do, and then the door opened up, and her dad invited me in, and he said she was gonna need a few minutes to finish getting ready, and that in the meantime we could sit and talk.

we did not talk. we did sit. i sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair across the couch, and then instead of talking he cleaned his pistol on the coffee table. i wasnt actually sure if it was a threat, or if it was just a fidget thing for 40+ year old republican men, but when i tried to help he got snappy so i just watched him put a pistol back together.

he was okay at it.

eventually my date came downstairs, still mad as hell for reasons beyond my ken, and i felt pretty guilty for being such a mess because i thought that was why she was so angry. i tried to make up for by walking her to the car and getting the door for her, just generally trying to be extra polite, but before i could make it back to the drivers side, her dad called me back to the door. so i flipped around, went to the door, and immediately regreted my decision.

soon as i was within range, her dad got waaaay too close to me, leaned in, and said "whatever you do to her, i will do to you," and my brain went into overdrive making three consecutive realizations.

realization one was, damn, the pistol thing was a threat. that sucks. what an asshole. realization two was, wait, im autistic and even i know theres a 0% chance me and my date even hold hands, least of all boink. does this guy actually think there's even a 1% chance of anyone in that car getting laid tonight? is he an idiot? and then realization three went through, which was wait, is this guy threatening to fuck me? and unfortunately, with my brain doing so much processing, my mouth was left to run amok, so somewhere between realization 2 and 3, i said:

"i can't get pregnant"

which, i swear, wasn't actually me trying to be a smartass, it was just me pointing out that he couldn't actually follow up on that threat. it just wasn't possible. we do not live in the omegaverse and im not scared of you.

still, it was an insanely catastrophic thing to say, and the moment we both heard it, we bluescreened. that single sentence obliterated both of our momentary streams of consciousness like a saltine in front of a sand blaster. problem was, he'd probably gone his whole life not even realizing someone could say something that stupid, and making that realization was going to cost him a lot of thinking time. me though? i had been saying shit like that for 17 years, i didnt have to rewrite my expectations of human nature, i just had to plan an exit and start striding. so i was already halfway back to the car before i heard "hey. hey come back. Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY WAIT. HEY GET BACK HERE. HEY-"

and then i was in my car, and i drove away.

if this happened today, he'd have called her, and the whole thing wouldve imploded then and there, but back then, there were still a decent number of teenagers without cell phones. especially the teenagers of insane, gun toting parents. so she just said: whoa what was that all about? and i said: dont worry about it, he'll tell you about it when you get home.

and she said: ok and went back to staring daggers at me and my friend.

WHICH SURPRISINGLY isnt even how the story ends.

we went to an improv comedy show, and it was a disaster. it shouldve been like, 7/10 tops, but between my date being mad, and my friend having a good time, and me having the existential terror of knowing that a guy with a pistol was probably waiting outside his house for me to come back, it was easily 11/10. i laughed way too hard at everything. especially the jokes that flopped. id sit there in this mostly silent room and laugh until i dry heaved a little, and my date was absolutely disgusted, and even my friend was a little embarrassed, which would just make me laugh harder. i laughed so hard that night i could barely talk the next day. and then the show ended, and my friend said, you know, that was a good time, but i think we should maybe do something a little chiller? who wants to walk around the park? and his date said yeah, and my date said no, and i finally had mercy on the poor woman so i said, look, im gonna drop you off. and i am so, so sorry about this, but im dropping you off like a block away. super duper sorry.

do talk to your dad about the pistols thing if you dont want this happening more in the future tho.

and she said: okay. so i dropped her off, and she walked a block down, and that was that.

then i drove my friend and his date to a park that was good for wandering. i figured they wanted something more private, so instead of following them around point blank, i chose a park with this 30 foot rope tower, and i climbed to the top and i said: hey i can see you anywhere from up here, you are officially chaperoned from a distance. get panopticoned idiot. except my friend really is an idiot, and he didnt really get the whole 'now i dont have to third wheel so insanely hard with you guys' thing so he climbed up the tower too, and then his date followed behind him, so there are three people basically sitting together on top of a telephone pole.

and then they started making out.

i was close enough to hear it.

i didnt really know what to do so i was just kind of sitting there, dissociating, when some college kids came around and started shaking the tower. my friend's date went aaaaaaaaaa im afraid of heights :( and my friend went oh, dont worry, ill hold you tight ;) and i went hey, im gonna climb down and ask them to stop.

so i did climb down, and i did ask them to stop, and they flipped me off, which i wasnt even mad about. at that point i was i was like yeah, it would be weirder if this wasnt a mess. gods plan has been to fly this day like a 747 into my metaphorical twin towers and brother he is close enough for me to see him grinning through the cockpit window. still, eventually the college students got bored, so they climbed up the tower, which gave my friend and his date a window to climb down, and together we walked back to my car.

now, i cant explain why this is, but sitting back in the drivers seat was my carriage-back-into-a-pumpkin moment. i'd been chill about all the chaos, just rolling with the punches, but sitting down made me realize how much of a shitshow the day had been, and while i couldnt go back and fix all of it, i could go back and fix one thing.

so i told my friend and his date, hey, you two, stay here and don't do anything weird. don't. then i walked back to the rope tower, and i started picking up the shoes the college students had left at the base in order to climb.

about halfway through this, i realized that if i took all their shoes, they might think i was in it for the money, and i actually wanted them to know i was in it specifically to spite them. fuck those guys. so i put all the right shoes back, gave myself a 100 foot headstart, yelled "nice shoes, assholes", did a little jig, and started running.

my advice to everyone is that college students are faster than you think. even with the headstart, and the whole climb down the tower thing, i was still only fivish seconds ahead of them by the time i got to my car. i flung the door open, looked in the backseat, didnt see anyone, flung the stolen shoes in the backseat, heard two "ow"s, took that as proof of presence, jumped in and pealed out of the lot.

my friend and his date popped up a few seconds later. they were, uh, doing something weird in the back seat. my one request - obliterated.

they climbed up to ask where the hell all the shoes had come from, and i was like yeah i stole them from the college students, and they were like oh. cool. hope you had fun. and i was like, i did. i did. but speaking of fun, what were you doing back there?

and for the first time in my buddies life, i think he was actually embarassed.

[heritageposts]

I'm writing this post to bring attention to the GFM campaign of @salahmanarfamily / @salahahmed90, a father of two in Gaza.

Salah has been working hard to promote his family's campaign every day for almost a month now, and yet, despite all the effort he's put in, they've only received a little over 70 donations.

If you have money to spare, please consider donating!

This is a campaign that is very low on funds.

-> GFM Link

The campaign has been verified by @/90-ghost.

€1,572 / €70,000

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Afton kids deserved better in FNAF..

[toointojoelmiller]

better than drugs

[mausolealdrift]

its baffling seeing people on here being all shocked about how other ppl didnt have sex or do drugs or drink or go to parties etc etc in high schools like. sorry i was too busy getting bullied to do all of that stuff i guess. why are you surprised that there’s losers on the cringe loser website

[saints-who-never-existed]

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

[nooling]

LOOK I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEIR FRIENDSHIP OK?? You can't tell me they wouldn't hang after their respective personal quests (spawn ending ofc)/emotional breakdowns over their own mortality

EDIT: I forgot to watermark these so now more than ever PLEASE don't repost

[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[vocallywritten]

There is something so fucking funny about Colin and Penelope quietly fighting while their mothers are across the room going "Okay but have you clocked this weird vibe?" "Yes I have! WTF is up with this weird vibe???"

[notmusa]

im on a quest to find a science fiction book i saw years ago. on the cover was a green centaur man & he had tiny green centaur men instead of hands. it was painted in that classic 60s psychedelic sci-fi book cover style that may or may not have had anything to do with the actual contents of the book

this is all the information i have & im not 100% sure it wasnt a dream. who is brave enough to help me find this book