#hopefylly it makes sense

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On souls and love

[lwhats-a-biasl]

Omg but also don't Stan him JUST because he's gay or make the fact that he's gay everything in his career, besides everything he's still just a singer providing fans with music they would like, he's an artist first and foremost not just the one gay Korean oppa that would suddenly give u ur fix on crazy gay fantasies okay?? Let's be respectful and make people realize there's nothing wrong with being themselves cause being gay isn't what defines him enough to turn attention from their talents and their careers and everything else they would want to pursue as artists!!!!

guys we need to support him: HOLLAND

i’m still trying to figure out who Holland is, but he will be the first korean idol who will debut  by coming out! we need to support him as an artist, appreciating his music,but also because with him we can change things in kpop industry.  let’s do this together

[generalani]

Ahsoka cant help but giggle at what was CLEARLY a planned out action on the part of Eira, but she does pull herself out of the pool to try and head the little thing off before Padmé is subjected to Kamali's unique sense of propriety again. Funny as she finds it, Ahsoka doesnt want to stress anyone out.

Unfortunately, Eira has managed to make it across the street by the time Ahsoka catches up to her, and even more unfortunately, Kamali is outside on the front lawn, laying on a blanket in the sun. "Oh hi Ahsoka!" Kamali exclaims, springing to her feet. "Whats going on, girl?"

Ahsoka has to swallow her smart response as she scoops Eira into her arms. "Sorry," she says, working to sound hurried, "we had an escapee, dont let me interrupt!" Hopefylly she can scurry back home before Kamali invites herself over again.

It takes a little while, but soon Anakin is feeling considerably better. Enough that he agrees when Ahsoka suggests starting a project in the backyard, which he hadn’t expected. It’s a welcome distraction, and every couple hours he has another drink. Because it’s medicine. Because he doesn’t want to have another seizure. And because he kind of wants to get drunk. It hasn’t happened yet, he’s still mostly sober, but he wants it.

Padmé calls when he’s finishing up digging a waist-high hole in the yard at Ahsoka’s insistence. A fire pit, she’d suggested, had basically ordered. They have to go out and get some supplies, but that will wait until tomorrow. Right now he’s just eager to talk to Padmé again, especially now that he’s feeling better and isn’t in the middle of a post-seizure brain fog.

Anakin pulls himself out of the pit and sits on one of the lounge chairs. “I’ll go make dinner,” Ahsoka offers, leaving Anakin to his privacy.

“Hey Angel,” Anakin murmurs when he answers. “How are you doing?” He knows she’s in a difficult position too - pregnant, there’s far less leeway for her to drink, and he’s a little worried that she might feel even a fraction as bad as he had been.