PETA: They’d rather spend their money on publicity campaigns than on the animals in their care. PETA killed 73.8% of the animals in their care in 2015 (x)
FCKH8: Is a for-profit company that exploits oppressed groups for money. They’re also wildly uninformed, and spread misogyny, cissexism and bi/panphobia, as well as stealing their posts/designs (x)
Autism Speaks: They spend most of their money on researching a way to eliminate autism, heighten the stigma against autism and don’t have a single autistic person on their board (x)
Please support other, better charities, and feel free to add any others you can think of to this.
So funnily enough there WAS an active shooter at my work today and with how today was going if the police hadn’t caught him before he could get to where I was I think I’d have just done the same as Jod.
NEW MEME!
Pixars 22 Rules of Story Telling
WIP Wednesday
“Want me to make some tea?” Luke asked, taking his hand. “Maybe we can try the HearthSpice?”
Din nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. Then he noticed the shiny object in Padmé’s hair.
“Wait, Veré, are you wearing a karking tiara?” He asked.
Luke and Zoya burst out laughing. Jade sighed and shook her head, muttering a “told you it’s too much.” Padmé smiled and covered her laughs with her hand.
“Din, yesterday was the only day I’ve seen her not go through at least fifteen changes of clothing and I think that was because Luke was trying on her clothes.” Zoya said. “Yes she wears a tiara to bed.”
“I don’t go through that many outfits.” Padmé said.
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“Here.” Luke said, handing Din the cup of tea. “It probably won’t taste the same since your parents added stuff to it, but I hope it’s at least still a comfort.”
Din gratefully took the tea. “Thanks sahe’as.” He said.
He took a sip of the tea. It wasn’t as warm or earthy as his parent’s tea, likely the lack of herbs his parents added. Still, it was warm and comforting.
Tears started running down his face.
“Cyare what’s wrong?” Luke asked.
Din set the cup down and sobbed. He couldn’t remember his parents, but he missed them. Badly. He wanted nothing more than to have them hold him in their arms one more time.
Luke hugged him.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “I know I’m not them, but maybe I can offer you some comfort this way?”
“I miss them, Luke. I miss my mummy and daddy.” Din said. “I know it’s childish to call them that, but that’s what I was still calling them when I lost them.”
“Shh,” Luke hushed. “It’s okay. I won’t judge.”
Din just held him closer and continued to sob. He couldn’t say everything about it, not yet. He wanted to, but he just wasn’t ready to talk about it anymore than he had.
“I’ll be here when you are, I promise.” Luke murmured.
Din sobbed harder. What had he done to deserve him? To deserve someone so patient and understanding?
“Is he gonna be ok?” Ollie asked.
“He’ll be fine Ollie.” Luke said. “Just, don’t get anymore dead things, that’s the last thing that’ll help.’
Din choked out a laugh as he continued to cry. He wouldn’t have the same attachment to some random lizard, but he appreciated what Luke was saying.
“Then how can I help?” Ollie asked.
“Just give him space, okay?” Luke asked. “If he asks for anything specific from you, you can help that way, okay?”
“Okay Luke!” Ollie said. “Feel better Din.”
Din nodded against Luke’s shoulder and gave a small wave as the girl scampered off. Din had a feeling she wasn’t going anywhere far, probably hanging around the hallway for when he was coherent enough to request something of her.
“It’s okay, let it out.” Luke soothed.
Din continued to sob for a good couple of minutes before they turned into sniffles and hiccups. Luke held him through it all, murmuring sweet nothings and comforts like Din had for him not too long ago. Today wasn’t off to a great start.
“I’m sorry Cyare, I thought it’d help.” Luke apologized.
“It did Luke.” Din murmured. “I just miss them.”
“You’re allowed to miss them Din.” Luke said. He paused and Din could feel something click in place in their bond. Like he’d just realized something. “Did you ever even grieve for them?” He asked.
Din stiffened. He’d been content to just forget all about them until now. He wasn’t sure he was quite ready to grieve and let go either. He knew he needed to, but something about it just didn’t feel right yet.
“Cyare.” Luke sighed.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Din said. “I just started feeling close to them, I don’t want to let them go yet. I’m not ready to say goodbye.”
I consider the sequels Disney fanfiction, but I do enjoy watching them, I just wouldn’t pick the sequels over the prequels or original trilogy.
And I am refering to all of star wars and not just select parts of it. Even if you have issues with parts of it, you still enjoy it.
Reblog for a loth cat boop
a bit more of a slap tho
getting a note on a super old post
Thought it’d be fun to design cover art for some of my fave multi-chapter Dinluke fics!
I don’t have any plans beyond the sketches, I hope the authors like them as they are;;
Where Hope is Persevering by @thewriterowl
“Then what are you? They were looking for a Jedi.” The blaster remained locked on his face.
“I…” Don’t know. He wasn’t a Sith, his eyes never turned and he found fighting out of anger and hate towards another life something that wasn’t in him. But he wasn’t a Jedi either. He wasn’t anything.
Luke has been living in Vader and the Emperor’s hands for years until a call in the Force pushes him to escape and find a special child and his magnetic father who has a call from destiny of his own.
The Father the Son and the Exile by @sushiburritonoms
Din looked at the figure on the monitor for a moment and then opened his mouth to ask someone to open the doors--but then the Jedi moved first. It turned off its sword and returned it to its side. It stood there, facing the doors, its cloak bobbing up and down with its breaths. For a second, Din thought it was about to use its abilities to force the doors open.
Then the Jedi abruptly turned and stalked away, back up the hallway and towards the elevator.
An alternate universe tale where Force visions warn Luke about Ben Solo several decades earlier but the consequences still force him to go on the run, this time directly into the path of Din Djarin.
A Closed Book by @aureutr
“Luke Skywalker,” He paused a beat, then his smile became absolutely blinding , “You’ve never heard of me?”
“No.” Nor was Din interested.
Canon divergence. There was no Seeing Stone on Tython and Din never met Luke on Gideon’s ship but circumstances still brought them together.
Lost & Found by @jofngve
Luke is not entirely sure how he is supposed to handle a situation like this.
"Uh," the Mandalorian says, it fizzles through the modulator. The small girl he is holding in his arms looks up from where she has hidden her face in his neck. "Yeah, so this is Rey."
Contents include: ideologically different pining idiots, space-travel-detective-work, and child-cloning-conspiracies.
It was time to get spoopy back in July people! Hell yes it’s time!