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[wordsofelie]

moon

much unlike the sun, your heart stays buried in your chest, not out on your sleeve. you're both more similar than you think, in that you care. the way you show it contrasts, though. love doesn't have to materialistic, loud, or bold. acts of service and kind words are love, too. listening is love. people gravitate to you, but they mightn't be quite sure why; something about your gentleness, your sweetness, draws them to you. you don't make love known, but that doesn't mean it isn't - your loved ones would never doubt it. you spend so much time caring for others; when will you care for yourself? don't say you don't need it. you give so much of yourself, but don't get enough back. don't underestimate your worth like that, moon. you're worth more than you know. the sun may light up the day, but you light up the night. don't forget that.

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really wasn’t expecting that but I’m glad I did this quizz🫶🏻

let me assign you a nature aesthetic and also maybe psychoanalyse you in the process by mammamya on uquiz

[randomomensandportents]

Random BG3 Head Cannon:

The reason we don’t get a tadpole moment when we first meet Gale is because he has an anti-scrying spell up.

Alternatively, Gale is in possession on a Weirdstone, a magical object that prevents any and all psychic activity (granted in works in a 6 mile radius, but BG3 has altered other D&D rules) That might also give him a magic item to consume, thus letting him put off needing to tell you about his “condition”.

[gleafer]

After all that Angst, I need a “Kiss and make better” moment.

SMOOCH

[izzystizzys]

As High Marshall Commander, a title foisted on him by the Galaxy’s fakest bitch aka Chancellor Palpatine, Fox theoretically has privileges and authorities like no other clone. In practice, he has a headache and gets ignored more obviously than before.

What he also has is a fancy new function on his personal comm unit modified to broadcast GAR-wide to all commanding officers, up to and including Jedi. It gathers dust next to his own modified button that sees much better use - a private channel to Stone, the only vod that will let Fox bitch at him to his heart’s content without hanging up (Thire) or bitching right back (Thorn).

It’s been a long shift of 72 hours, the maximum Stabby allows him to do without a well-placed hypo to the neck, when Fox finally collapses on his rickety cot in the Command quarters and hits the private comm connection to Stone without looking. He’s already rolling his eyes so hard it tweaks at the migraine that’s been building since hour 18 and heaving a put-upon sigh.

“Everyone is stupid, Stone, and asking to be thrown face-first from the Dome balustrades”, he begins, settling into a low, dead tone of voice to warm to the building monologue. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. “I swear to haran I’m going to wring Amedda’s stringy neck one of these days. I don’t know what magical Force gods his mother pissed off, but they made sure to punish her and the Galaxy at large a hundred times over. He sucks the joy and competence out of every room like a black hole of stupid. I’d call him a has-been, but I trust in the power of nepotism and also just don’t believe he ever was. I swear he’s doing it on purpose and - oh, kriffing Sith-damned hells, you know who’s definitely doing it on purpose?! The kriffing Chancellor, that wrinkly ass-faced ballsack!”

Taking a deep breath, Fox lets that sit in his chest for a moment, indulging in the feeling of bright weightlessness. “I swear he’s trying to keep the war going - no one man can be that incompetent and still draw breath, not even Amedda or Taa. Goddamn Taa - but anyways, kriffing hell, Stone, either the senility isn’t an act or he’s a bad cartoon villain from Dooby Scoo. Yes Sir, sending Senator Amidala to a Seppie-infested planet for negotiations is a great idea after her fourth bomb threat of the week. No Sir, I can’t hear you cackling evilly with Count Dooku under your lame two-credit robe as you’re definitely not colluding with the Republic’s enemies. What, you have a red lightsaber?! Oh, of course I don’t know what that means, I was dropped on the head as a tubie!”

Barely pulling in a harsh breath, Fox continues, palms pressing into his eyeballs hard enough to cause sparks. “And speaking of lightsabers and senile fucks, haran smite my ass off but who the kriff thought it’d be a good idea to give absolute tactical and military authority to the kriffing eldritch space monks! The Force didn’t bless them with the collective good sense it gave to a kriffing rock, and I’m tired of pretending otherwise! Has anyone kriffing read the Theed Convention of Sentient Rights in Wartimes?! NO?!! Well, color me UNSURPRISED, because war crimes ARE NOT! GOOD! BATTLE! TACTICS!!”

“They run around in crop tops, Stone, in crop tops! Oh, the Force provides - WELL I’M GOING TO PROVIDE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS, AND IT’S GOING TO HURT BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT WEARING KRIFFING ARMOUR!”

“Sure, let’s send the preteens into active warzones under heavy artillery in kriffing party wear! Surely nothing will ever go wrong! And give them commanding positions equivalent to CC-clones, WHO WERE LITERALLY GENETICALLY CREATED FOR IT! WITH A DECADE OF INTENSE TRAINING! LET’S DO THAT, BECAUSE WE’RE ALL KRIFFING STUPID!”

He’s gesturing wildly at the ceiling now, face heating up as his blood boils beneath the surface. “And you know what really gets my lowers in a twist, apart from the preteen commanding officers and blatant kriffing high treason and war profiteering?! Is it the complete lack of recognition? Gratitude? Basic sentient rights?! No, Stone, no, I would take all that in stride if it meant I never had to see Skywalker and Amidala kriffing canoodle right in front of me again, and pretend like it isn’t the galaxy’s worst conflict of interest case in the making!”

“By all levels of Sith-hell, what the kriff is wrong with that woman? You have it all, you could have anyone, and you choose that twatwaffle?! And then they have the gall to lock themselves in a broom closet for twenty minutes straight and have me guard it! ‘Oh yes, Senator, naturally we all go rattling brooms with our good friends! Nothing dodgy happening at all! I definitely believe you were looking for detergent and have used a washing machine before!’ The absolute nerve on those two! And then last week - you’ll never believe this - High General Windu passed by, and I swear he looked like he wanted to throw himself off the roof! I’ve never been less impressed by anyone in my life, and I’m batch-mates with Bly!”

“Speaking of Bly, that little bitchtit - if I have to edit one more, one more kriffing propaganda piece of him staring at General Secura’s bits, I’m going to stab my eye out! And if I have to edit one more of Secura staring at his bits, I’m going to stab the other one out! The only good thing I have to say about them is they’re more subtle than Skywalker and Amidala, which means nothing really. I will never understand that woman - but then she’s worked with Jar Jar Binks for a decade and not had a nervous breakdown, so she either has nerves of steel or is on some good-ass drugs.”

“Girl, your choices. And you know what else is a choice? Kote kriffing roundhouse-kicking heads off droids when he has a perfectly good blaster right there! I don’t know what the Longnecks put in his tube, but I hope to kriff it’s not contagious. I’d say I’m glad he has Kenobi to keep him in check, but that man wouldn’t know common sense if it punched his nose clean off his face. Flirting with General Grievous, ugh. I’d say he can do better, but honestly, they deserve each other.”

“And Wolffe - “, panting, Fox pauses, considering. “Well, Wolffe is an asshole and stupid, and I hate him because he’s stupid and has a stupid face. Also he keeps drunkenly submitting adoption paperwork on General Koon’s behalf - I wish I could say something mean about that, but honestly, his existence is roast enough. Anyways, bitches are trying me today, and by bitches I mean everyone. Commander Fox signing off to go not commit treason, unfortunately.”

Thoroughly powered out, Fox sinks into his hard mattress with a deep sigh. Several seconds of silence reign, and then his comm unit starts blaring in alarm.

Somewhere in the Jedi Temple, Mace Windu is knocked flat on his ass by a gargantuan shatterpoint exploding.

[musette22]

Rescue Dog Rescue with Chris Evans The Late Show with Stephen Colbert

[talesfrommedinastation]

a tiny but heartbreaking scene

From @beanabouttown

Echo gently touching the clone trooper doll tugged at my heart strings.

How he motions the arm with the scomp where his hand used to be.

Gently looking over the doll's features, it's complete helmet.

It's a little dirty, suggesting that it was previously owned and loved by someone else.

Who was that other person? Were they saved by a clone trooper? Occupied by them? Why was it made? Where are they now?

Omega is the one that finds it, and hands it to Echo. She recognizes it before he does.

While looking at the toy, Echo is dressed as a droid in disguise, right before being 'sold' by Hunter for credits. It's as if he's touching his past.

[yooo-lets-go]

Cheers mate

[churrrrrr]

I’m cringe, but I am free

[everyonesadoptivedad]

☀️

[ghostsshitpost]

Hetty’s Ghost Power

Ok so I’ve been thinking a lot (dangerous I know) abut Hetty’s ghost power and, please correct me if I’m wrong but, have we ever seen someone walk through her?

I honestly can’t think of a single time that’s happened and she’s always hyper aware of where people are and is the one that pulls ghost away from people paths.

It would be super interesting if her power is like Issac, Flower, and Elias and she never discovered it because she didn’t want to get walked through.

[kamapon]

This event is too cute!!

🍹🏝️🌺

[thisonelikesaliens]

been mulling over this all morning

我明明離這麼遠

i made sure to stand far enough away

as in i consciously and actively made the choice to create distance between me and everyone else

[gleafer]

Angel Delivery Service! You dump ‘em, we jump ‘em.

Crowley’s Coven

The madness won’t stop.

[luna-orix]

Doodling time, for some of my fiction work. Or just AU setting.

[antstafer]

Since our Shego technically knows about Tumblr, It was only a matter of time. All the art in her spank bank belongs to @flowery-laser-blasts

[falcatas]

About my blorbo:

How can we read the fact that Zevlor asks us to kill Kagha?

I was surprised the first time I read this dialogue. The kind old man trying to protect his people, requesting you (an apparently nice person -because he doesn't know about your evil run, you silly fellow-) to commit a political murder. The first time I was like "look at this old manipulative bastard".

I wonder if this was a hint about the traitor plot that we couldn't see in the final version of the game but, at the same time, I like this side of him. There you understand he is not so indefense as he pretends to show himself to you. And that makes me think a lot about the breaking of his oath: what was the nature of his actions in Elturel and Avernus?