This Is Making Me Think Of A Modern Star Wars Au Fic I Am Working On Where Luke Has A Conversation With

"you were a bitch today because of your period" how dare you deny me agency. I did that All By My Self thank you very much.

May the 4th be with you

Went to see The Phantom Menace in theaters last night, here are some pics of me in my Padmé cosplay

I’m seriously hyped too! Like I’m going to see it with my family on the ninth and I’m cosplaying as Padmé for it! I’m super excited! I’m pretty sure I never saw it in theaters before, but then again I wouldn’t remember because I was born that same year so I would literally have no memory of seeing it in theaters.

I AM SERIOUSLY HYPED FOR "THE PHANTOM MENACE"!!

It will be my first time watching it on the big screen (and in general, even though i got slightly spoiled by some clips and the books ^^; oops) and I am seriously so excited my mind won't shut up about it!! Not that it should, I've just returned to the Star wars fandom after a very long time of being away. Last time I watched anything Star wars related, it was The Clone Wars on TV. I was 12 years old - I'm 21 (turning 22) now. So yeah, I really can't wait! I feel so jumpy!! I miss being very excited since this year started off really bad for me. YAY :D

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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 imagine Hunter felt this way but also the viewers, like that’s our girl! Our girl is all grown up now and going to fight the Empire. Where did the time go?

Now her Daddy's in the kitchen Starin' out the window Scratchin' and a rackin' his brains How could eighteen years just up and walk away Our little pony tailed girl Growed up to be a woman Now she's gone in the blink of an eye She left the suds in the bucket And the clothes hangin' out on the line

This song is Suds in the Bucket by Sarah Evans, and I think the chorus perfectly fits Tbb epilogue

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I have both adhd and autism and I have never found a better metaphor than this as of yet.

And now for something completely different.

This is the ADHD Teapot. I made it in a ceramics class a few years ago. I use it to explain executive dysfunction to people who haven’t come across the term before (and those who think of ADHD mostly as Hyperactive Eight Year Old Boy Syndrome).

So, most people’s brains are like a regular shaped teapot with a single spout. Let’s say that your time, energy, focus etc is the liquid you have in the teapot. Your executive function is the spout, that directs the tea into the specific cup you want to fill-aka the task that you’re meant to be doing. Spills happen occasionally, but generally most of the tea goes in the right cup.

If you have executive dysfunction, (a symptom of ADHD, trauma, autism, schizophrenia etc.) you have multiple spouts going in different directions. You can try pointing one of them at your chosen cup and you will probably get some liquid in there, perhaps you will even fill it right up (finish the task). But meanwhile, tea is also pouring out of several other places and not going where you want it. If you have another container nearby, perhaps some of it will end up in there. But quite a lot of it is going to end up on the floor and accomplish nothing.

And at the end of the day you’ll have filled one or two cups ( or sometimes not even one) compared to the five or six that somebody with the same sized teapot (but only one spout) has filled, and everyone wonders why you’re so bad at getting tea poured, and why you make such a mess in the process.

One day I’d like to spend more time learning pottery and create a really technically good fucked up little adhd teapot. But that’s a long way off since i currently live in the outback and the nearest pottery workshop is some 400km away. But I figure that for now, it might be a useful or interesting metaphor to somebody even in its rough draft form.

This post is the cup I filled instead of cleaning my house btw.