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*trying to flirt with a gundam fan* hey girl is that a war in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
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a man's daughter
It’s cold outside under a red-gold sky. Early night, dead leaves, cigarette smoke rising and curling like that’s going to help anything.
Pumpkins are rotting on porches and the scary things in the dark are supposed to be gone, packed away for another year to make room for turkey platters and pumpkin pies and giving thanks.
What have you got to be thankful for?
Sit down for dinner across from the man who raised you to give it your all, finish strong, be honest, be honorable, take care of the people you love.
Sit down and look him in the eyes and know it doesn’t bother him that he elected a man who’s raped and bragged about it and it’s okay, right, because it wasn’t you?
It’s scary how fast compassion bleeds away. Count the degrees of separation, find out how far from him a woman has to get before she stops mattering, stops being a person, becomes easy enough to ignore.
Lives must not weigh the same because he pats himself on the back for stopping women from killing babies (all those voluntary late term abortions, he repeats, over and over) but you’ve never seen revulsion on his face like you see when you break down talking about the women who have (are still) bleeding and dying. But that’s okay, too, because it’s states’ rights (it’s all states’ rights, the Civil War was over states’ rights, too) and he doesn’t answer when you ask him how the government can take away the right to own your own body.
You can argue until you’re blue in the face (but not too blue, not too emotional, not too invested, because we’re all civilized here, it’s just politics, why can’t you discuss this rationally like he can?) and it won’t matter because how can you ever explain to someone why they should care about other people and why they should care about you?
So sit down and eat your pie and keep smiling because you’re allowed to have opinions when you don’t make too much noise (don’t get too many tattoos) but at the end of the day you’re just a man’s daughter
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Garma has a giant portrait of himself in his room and it’s honestly so funny
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i really cannot get over just how consistently char is doing some fuckass pose or making some slightly strange face. look at this fucker
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The year is 0090. The place is the Ra Cailum. The cast is two idiots who have spent so long orbiting each other that they don't know how to finally give in to gravity and collide. But one of them just decided that proposing is the only way to speed things along.
Post-Zeta AU where everybody lives, everybody is happy, and Char and Amuro still don't know how to talk to each other.
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Zeb took Kallus along the secret hyperspace path to the planet Lira San. It was then that Kallus realized he hadn’t destroyed the Lasat people, and that they were thriving on this new world. A world where he was welcome as one of them.
STAR WARS REBELS Happy 3 years of canon Kalluzeb (March 5th 2018)
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you want to die by his hand so bad it makes you look stupid
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How it feels getting obsessed with something new and then realizing you're going to spend anywhere from a week to the rest of your life thinking about it
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m1=28.5 m2=16.7 m3=21.8 (solar masses) v1x=-0.147 v1y=0.411 v2x=-4.96 v2y=-3.042 v3x=4.941 v3y=-4.652 (km/s) x1=-31.0 y1=8.0 x2=11.0 y2=5.0 x3=14.0 y3=-23.0 (AU from center) Music: Adagio for Strings – Barber
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