My one biggest gripe with the Obi-Wan Kenobi show is that they decided to make Celly Breha's sister. Like. First of all I am miffed by the fact that they couldn't bother to read wookiepedia for longer than two seconds. And second of all. They have now robbed Bail from being the brother with only sisters. That shit is the best trope that exists in fiction and in real life istg. Ask my older brother. Before our baby brother was born he only had sisters and his life was fucking crazy. Bail deserves that so much.
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I have this small, deeply personal headcanon that after his grandmother's passing, Alhaitham's home was so unbearably quiet that he started--just barely, just one or two words--to speak out loud to her as if she was still there.
"I've been accepted to the Akademiya, Grandmother."
"I passed my promotion exams."
"I debated with Haravatat's sage."
Just that, and quiet again.
But one day, it's: "I met someone strange."
"He keeps showing up when I'm trying to study."
"We don't agree on anything. Still..."
"I made a friend."
"Today, Kaveh and I were researching--"
"It's already dark. I didn't realize we spent so long in Razan Garden. Kaveh wanted to hear about my article--"
"He's going to be furious when I tell him the whole point for his portion of the lecture is based on a false predicate--"
The house where his grandmother used to be gets a little louder again; the noise lasts a little longer.
Until one day, when there's no words at all.
One day, when there's just the sound of a single sob, and then a long, long silence.
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turned my boy into a marketable plushie
[ID: four photos of a handmade plush of an original stylised Flatland character named Atlas. Atlas is a light grey isosceles triangle with dark grey scars on his side and eye, one eye, black limbs and a black tail.
In the first image he is sat down on a bed with floral bedsheets and white pillows. He is directly facing the camera.
In the second image he is sat on the bed beside a ginger cat who is looking at the camera.
In the third and fourth images he is laid down flat on a green rug. His back is to the rug in the third image and his back is to the camera in the fourth image.
End ID].
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ive mentioned before my like. fascination and incomprehensible attachment to mysterious ambiguously brown man characters in schlocky fantasy romance media marketed towards women and a lot of it is from like, a like. nearly anthropological standpoint as someone heavily interested in orientalism in narrative media from a visual culture and art historical point of view and a part of it is also from being mixed race and ambiguous IRL LOL BUT there is one other angle i havent really touched on thats on my mind a lot. you know that bit we all go through where someone reads something like mediocre and it sticks in their mind more than something well written? the "I COULD FIX THISSSS" curse..... im like this with ambiguously brown characters. holds loosely (LOOSELY) south asian coded love interest from some romance comic #8997485344534984875943 tenderly in my hands..... my brother i know you weren't written with this depth but i know the truth. i know about your complexities as you navigate this fantasy europe as a racialized man. i know your truth
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30 June: I get sick. Hacking cough, snotty nose, nausea, the works.
2 July: Mr. Geeky and Mars get sick. Both experience minor coughing. Mr. Geeky has some nausea.
5 July: Mr. Geeky and Mars are no longer sick.
7 July: I am still sick. No nausea but much snot and coughing and sinus pressure.
8 July: Mr. Geeky tells me that if I hadn't been sick first, his symptoms were so mild he wouldn't even have noticed that he was sick.
9 July: I murder my husband. It is difficult, what with all the snot and coughing, but it had to be done.
10 July: I am still sick.
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