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Ahsoka by @ekjohnston
(Part 2)
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ALT—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.– ‘One Art’ by Elizabeth Bishop
you ever think about how after everything Ahsoka told Vader “I’m not leaving you” and it wasn’t enough
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You work as tech support for ancient supernatural beings who are trying to adapt to the modern world. It’s a frustrating - and at times dangerous - job, but at least your clients pay well.
“My Great Destroyer, Consumer of Lands, Harbinger of the Deep Seas,” you say trying to keep the exasperation from your voice, “you need to be connected to the internet to see your email.”
“{}@&_@&%(#(&@__!*_”
“Yes. Can you move the mouse to the lower right side of the screen? There should be some little bars that will tell you if you are connected to the wi-fi.”
“&%)!^*^$%^!_%_$}{|”
“No my Great and Terrible the wi-fi is not a rival god from the desert lands, it’s just the technology that let’s you see your email.”
“!*&){}|@*#”
“Good, that means you are connected to the internet. Now if you can open your browser, Mozilla Firefox, Google Chrome, or even Microsoft Edge.”
“!@^&)(&@!&&&@}|”
You mute yourself so you can swear. “Yes, you can use Internet Explorer to access your AOL email account. If I may offer a suggestion?”
“$%^&*@”
“It will be easier in the long run, I promise. But Microsoft stopped supporting Internet Explorer a long time ago, and AOL is barely a company anymore. If you will let me walk you through some steps we can get you a modern web browser and a brand new email-”
“&^$}”
“Yes, with all of your old email.”
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Five hours of your life later, you’ve got the deep sea eldritch god set up with Firefox and a new email with forwarding from it’s old email. Just when you start to think that this job isn’t remotely worth it, a small crab-like creature crawls across your desk. (you can’t in good conscious call it a crab because it somehow has both too many eyes, legs, and pincers, and not enough of the same. yet your brain interprets the being as “crab”)
It’s about the size of a coffee mug and it holds something up for you, shaking one of it’s many claws at you.
You take the small thing, and crab scuttles away to where ever it came from.
The small thing in your palm seems to be a tiny treasure chest, the kind of thing that you’d put in a goldfish bowl. It feels wet and the kind of slimy something gets from being covered in seaweed.
You put it down on your desk just in time for it to rapidly expand, cracking a support on your desk and covering you in sea water.
Before you can get mad about it the chest opens revealing a small horde of gold, jewels, and a bottle of what you have to assume is pirate rum.
“Oh! Cool!” one of your coworkers say as they pop their head up over the cubicle wall. “I wish I got pirate booty once in a while.”
“Why, what did Thyrien, Emissary of the Sun, give you for helping them recover their steam library?” you ask.
“A sense of peace and calm about my life and place in the world.”
“Oh sounds nice.”
“It is. They also gave me this ceremonial headdress.” You coworker disappears for a moment and puts on a giant headdress that appears to be made from gold and platinum and has several truly giant diamonds all over it.
“Wow,” you say.
“Yeah, I’m thinking I should wear this to the next company mixer.”
(via ekjohnston)
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here’s the thing about adulthood-
you will go for like three months with nothing happening and you’re bored as hell and then in the span of two weeks eight different things happen at once - some fantastic and some shitty and some just plain bonkers - and you’re just running around like a chicken with your head cut off and no clue what the fuck is going on
(via thegarden-keeper)
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I know the other Mandalorian kids like ‘why can’t we come on missions it’s not fair why does Grogu get to go he’s only a baby’ and their parents are like 'because Grogu’s dad is a fucking idiot’
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i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
fabulous
i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.
(via villageidiotwitch)
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it’s not “am I good enough to do it?”, it’s “do I like it enough to be bad at it?”
(via lovelybydecay)
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gffa:
Headcanon you will pry from my cold dead hands: Because the Jedi Temple was built over thousands of years, it’s massive and there are huge portions of it that periodically go unused, so much so that younglings (and many young Padawans) of every generation make a game out of “who can go the deepest into the Temple, using only the Force as your guide, and not get lost”, in order to help them learn to trust the Force to guide them. The winner get the group’s extra slices of Galdeenian spice cake for desert. Anyone who gets lost has to experience the mortifying ordeal of calling a Master to come pick them up and getting to feel the amusement at their expense while they walk them back to the creche.
There are stories, passed from padawan to initiate, about initiates who wandered down there and never came back up. Some say they’re still down there, that there’s a whole Jedi community living somewhere under the temple who’ve forgotten what sunlight looks like, and if you’re bad they’ll take you away. Older padawans scoff at the stories, but it’s true that there are corridor upon corridor of empty rooms not that far down; ones that are full of dust and old furnishings and abandoned lives that no-one bothered to pick up. Those who’ve ventured a little deeper speak of training salles where the floor sags and opportunistic mushrooms have taken root, of unused kitchens with ovens that long ago rusted shut, of ‘freshers that stlll work because no-one bothered to disconnect the water lines. One brave pair of padawans found the old Healers’ wing a decade or so back, the one they used hundreds of years ago before the new facilities were built. It’s said that they found someone in carbon-freeze down there, that only the Council know who it is. The rumour’s never been verified, but every new Council member looks up the story when they take a seat.
If it’s true, none of them are talking.
(via gffa)
without fear of the future
"She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future."