#we are okay 🫶🏻

[neverbeforeandneversince]

today is going to be a good day ✨ i’m manifesting it 💛 no anxiety 🫶🏻 no depression 🌻 no ocd thoughts/compulsions 🌼 only contentment and rational thoughts today 🍋 i’m manifesting it

[leolaroot]

tshirt that says i enjoy overdramatic and slightly silly science fiction but sincerity is a must at all times.

[eeblouissant]

agh agh okay … i know I’m supposed to be on a break (and I have been! And enjoying it at that) but this little moment !!!!! I needed somewhere to scream about it quick because !!!!!!!!!! Do !!!! You see!!!!!! Dorothy’s face !!!!!!!!!!!

[wikitpowers]

sorry but if people are really out here complaining that we aren’t getting a kitty or malec story…

like we are literally away to get a whole series of kitty together and it will be better than we ever imagined (and malec are gonna be cute & domestic in tec)

let’s just enjoy what we’re getting bc idk about ya’ll but i’m so freaking chuffed :]

[kathrynmjaneway]

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[a-s-levynn]

I'm sending you a hug...a big one🩷

Bless you anon whomever you are, thank you, truly 🫶🏻

[biillys]

insane that billy hargrove and mickey milkovich are basically the same character with the same tropes just in a different setting on a different show and yet mickey's fucking beloved and cared for and more or less treated with respect and then u have billy who's just shat on and ripped to shreds by the larger fandom as a whole. like u breath billy's name and ur blocked cancelled and killed in literally a second. the fucks up with that

[emmyrosee]

Probs not as bad as urs but I’m going through it also with projects due and tests to study for all while being sick but just a reminder that I love u and ur an amazing writer and we will get through it together 🫶

-Saniii⭐️

BABY ALL STRUGGLES ARE VALID, DONT THINK MINE ARE WORSE THAN YOURS OMG (but from the sounds of it, yours are worse than mine holy crap you’re a strong as damn I HATE being sick it’s like. My nightmare smh)

Your words mean SO much, and I’m so lucky to have you in my little corner of the internet. We are going to get through this, I believe in us 🩷

[o-wise-corvid]

There is a Child

Chapter 1

The place where Jedi go to die, that was what Mustafar was called. It was hellish world, Plo Koon thought. The Force was thin here, like the air. Living things did dwell here but they were extremely hard to pinpoint. It was as if the ash storms held their own sway over what even the Force could convey. The sheer lack of moisture in the air, the inescapable baking oven of heat that rose from the ground itself… but he had to be here.

Why?

Well. The Force was why.

It had drawn him to the Outer Rim like a light in the darkest of nights. A beacon. But… for what? What was here that Plo Koon needed to see? Was the Force testing him? Trying to teach him something that he couldn’t learn in the comfortable, populated halls of the Temple on Coruscant.

“How to survive extreme conditions, perhaps?” the Kel Dor asked, opening his mind to the Force to try to perceive what he was so obviously missing. “Teach me, Master. I shall learn.”

Plo Koon was answered with the always-roar of the volcanoes in the distance, and the hiss of lava tubes just on the other side of the cliff side that he’d perched himself to meditate. He was very glad his rebreather blocked the scent of brimstone and sulfur from his scent organs.

But then something different reaching the Kel Dor’s ears. Clattering. Stone on stone. He looked up just as a… a bare foot? What was a humanoid without protective gear doing out among the lava flows?

Plo got to his feet, braced himself, and lept up to the plateau. He landed flat footed and whirled, looking for… anyone.

A panicked whimper drew his attention to an ash-blasted huddle of rocks near the plateau’s center that Plo quickly realized weren’t just rocks. There was a little figure hunched down behind one of them. A figure with bright, lamp-like eyes that peered up over the rock’s edge.

“Hello?” Plo called gently. “Hello, who are you? What are you called?”

The eyes blinked.

Plo was glad he didn’t have to remove his hood. They could be intimidating sometimes. He stepped closer and the creature behind the rock hissed.

“Easy. Easy there. My name is Plo Koon. I am a Jedi. Do you know the Jedi?”

The creature’s head shook. Once. They spoke Basic. Very good.

“I… am very surprised to find you here, little friend. Might I… get a better look at you?”

Nothing happened for a long moment. But then the creature straightened, somewhat, and hobbled toward Plo uncertainly.

It was a child. A boy, by Plo’s assumption. A little red-skinned Zabrak with tiny, pearly horns crowning his smooth scalp. The naturally amber eyes didn’t meet Plo’s face. Always downcast. Hidden in the black intricate black markings adorning him head to toe. Tattoos, Plo knew, were a Zabrak tradition, but these… Dathomiri, maybe?

But then Plo took in the boy’s clothes. Or lack thereof. He was naked; Plo guessed possibly his clothes had caught fire because the boy was holding a scrap of cloth in one small, desperate fist.

The boy was absolutely filthy. Not just from dirt and ask. There was… waste dried to the boy’s skin. And perhaps blood. Old, healing and fresh wounds marred the tattoos’ artistry.

And the boy was thin. So horribly thin.

“Little one… what are you called?”

The boy’s breaths were ragged, each one exposing ribs and collarbones and even his sternum. But he managed to gather enough air to speak after several long moments of panting. “D… Deenine call- calls m-me… Maul.”

It took an hour to get the boy to let Plo touch him. But the expression on the child’s face was so painfully desperate for… anything that the Jedi refused to just give up. The boy, Maul, kept mentioning Deenine. And The Man. That they would be angry. But Plo calmly and gently explained that whoever those people were, Plo would take the boy somewhere that they could never find him. Somewhere with food and a warm bath and cool drink.

Maul didn’t seem to know what a “bath” was. Plo wasn’t surprised. The boy looked like some degree of filth was how he’d existed all his life. There was no telling how old the boy was without tests; his emaciated state spoke of chronic starvation and dehydration. He might be as old as ten but be stunted due to this treatment.

Who would do this?

Why? What purpose could possibly be served by such cruelty? Anger rose in him and Plo hurriedly released it into the Force, which was difficult as there was more of it boiling up from his spirit.

Plo had no answers.

But when he was at last able to lift the boy, wrapped in his soft, brown robe… There was one. Maul was why he’d come to Mustafar.

Walking quickly back to his ship, Plo spoke softly and kindly to the boy. Maul just watched him. He looked frightened half to death. But… he wasn’t trying to get away. No. His fists were clenched around a fold of PLO’s robe so tightly that the diamonds on his knuckles looked grayish pink instead of black.

Once, Plo heard what he thought was a voice, shouting in the howling heat winds. But he kept going. And instead of trying to cast out with his feelings, Plo focused on shielding both himself and the boy. Whatever was happening on this planet, Plo didn’t want to stick around. When they were through the atmosphere and among the stars, only then did Plo relax his shoulders.

“Maul, there is a rat-“ But the sounds of tearing wrappers and greedy eating reached Plo’s auditory organs. The Kel Dor smiled. “Slowly now. Else you will be sick.”

There was a pause. Obedient. Quick. And then an adjustment in the sounds. Slower. More methodical. Plo winced. He hated the thought of the boy being so visibly hungry, but having to control himself even now. It was a cruelty, almost. But an unfortunately necessary one.

“M… Master,” came the earnest, hoarse little voice. Plo marveled at how polished the boy’s accent was. He almost sounded Coruscant with such clipped and proper tone; it was highly out of place.

“You may call me Plo, young one.”

There was a long silence.

Thinking. Much thinking.

“Plo…? I… can stay with you? I…” The boy’s voice trembled with sudden tears and Plo couldn’t restrain himself from reaching back to place a comforting hand on the boy’s head. Maul jumped under the touch. A flinch. Born of pain and terror. “I-I do not have to go back?”

“No,” Plo assured, turning to see the boy. “No, Maul. Never. You are safe now. Safe.”

The little boy cried. He cried until his sobs turned to hiccups and his eyes fell shut with tears still on his face. An exhausted, surrendering sleep overtook Maul and he slumped, finally against the passenger seat, wrapped snugly in Plo Koon’s robe. Plo passed feelings of comfort, safety and peace to the boy, pressing them down over any nightmare that may assail the little Zabrak’s so badly needed rest.

And then he activated his hyper drive. It was time to go home.

[chryzuree]

um um um jacks asks… my mind is blanking… TAKE THIS AS A FREE PASS TO SHARE WHATEVER THOUGHTS YOU HAVE ABOUT HIM RIGHT NOW <3 also just know i am delivering a small electric shock to him for every year he’s been alive. so. we’re gonna be here a while

jacks has been found twitching in a corner, blood coming frm his mouth…. truly don’t know what could’ve befallen him…. ANYWAY, i’ve been thinking abt my chrysijacks mermaid au sooooo much because like UGH. they hold hands like otters so they don’t drift away from each other in the current…. also jacks abandons chrysi at the worst time ever and she winds up captured and out in an aquarium like a little museum exhibit ☹️

mostly jst thinking abt playful child mermaids chrysijacks where they watch humans while hiding and hunt for the prettiest (or the ugliest!) seashells and they swim in underwater caves while they explore… UGH.

and THEN jacks LEAVES HER. he finds out a way to become human & he DITCHES HER. because of his curiosity or whatever (partly because of a pretty human he saw, WHICH BTW, I PERSONALLY WOULD NEVER LEAVE CHRYSI SOLSTICE FOR ANOTHER GIRL. she’s so pretty i’d throw up… jacks FUMBLED.) he promised he’d be back, but he’s not…. he doesn’t come back :((((

but mermaids live longer than humans, so he jst is kinda. there. in the human world, trying to deal w the passage of time being different for him than for everyone else. it’s hard. but he doesn’t consider going back home to his hot childhood best friend girlfriend, so he jst SUFFERS. and also dates his way through lots of other girls. sigh.

then on a date he goes to an aquarium w his then-gf (or whatever you call a girlfriend in a fantasy world… yk what i mean) and there’s a new exhibit!……. oh. uh. a mermaid exhibit. okay. that’s—no, it’s fine, it’s not weird, why would it be weird?? jacks is a human, so it’s totally fine🥲🥲

but the mermaid doesn’t come out for the show, so she has to be prodded and coaxed out. & then jacks sees that it’s chrysi and he’s going to scream. that’s his best friend! it’s been so many years! she looks so different! and she’s TRAPPED now, and he’s abandoned her, and she looks him in the eye and doesn’t even seem to recognize him…. until she does, and then jacks thinks that he liked it more when she didn’t recognize him…

in the end, he doesn’t even get to be the one to save chrysi 💀💀 it’s azure that does… pretty boy photographer, there to save the day!!!

mostly the au is jst a collection of seven scenes, spit, glue, a prayer, and vibes, but i’ve been thinking abt it… abt jacks’s jealousy of chryzure romance, and his fuckups that have ruined his whole life, and chrysijacks’s pretty mermaid tails 🫶🏻 also jacks turning back into a mermaid (refuse to use the word merman for him……. he’s the prettiest maid in the whole entire world!!!) & chrysijacks being able to sleep while holding hands again 🥺 azure is still there, but he knows that jacks gets separation anxiety, so he endures jacks being in his&chrysi’s bed…

[mrskreideprinz]

everyone come look at the beautiful commission @sluggybunny did of me and the boyfie 🥹🫶🏻 i love it sm, thank you, friend 🫶🏻

reblogs are okay, but please do not save, steal, or repost or i will find you and eat you!!!

[rome-roy]

here’s a little push for you to do something you really want to today. something as small as buying a special snack because you just fancy it, a pretty item of clothing you see, something silly and impulsive and just for you or something as big as a life changing decision, accepting/applying for that dream job, telling someone how you feel, leaving something that no longer serves you. Just do something today, or work up to it in the next few.

I just found out my neighbour passed away. We weren’t close, didn’t know her particularly well. But, you know, you would exchange a kind word or a smile if you ran into her, send a card on Christmas. Just the other day she was out in her garden, meticulously kept so neat, pottering about. Every hot day we’ve had of late there’s been clothes on the line. She was old, but she didn’t seem that old. And she appeared to be well and busy. So it’s such a weird thing to comprehend. But death just happens. Just like that. And there’s been so much death in the news of late. But life just goes on. It’s a funny thing.

So yes. Do something! Be happy if you can, do something for yourself and enjoy it, even if it’s small.

[satanssquidgy]

Sorry i didnt gif last night ! Actually the craziest thing happened and i was honestly too shook up to do much yesterday lol tw car crash description in the tags

[snapbackslide]

i’m sorry you haven’t been feeling well lately! :( i hope you get things figured out soon and feel better! that’s never a fun situation to be in! 😭😭 def appreciate you sm, am here if you need anything!

it sucks but i guess it's just part of healing.. constant ups and downs. it's exhausting 🙃 but thank you so much, i'm really grateful for you

[digitaldiseas3]

i fucking love fags

[sunlightfeeling]

My momma and pop-pop took me out to dinner and drinks and im so

✌️🤪