“Average Resident Of Dreamside Has 1 Braincell" Factoid Actualy Just Statistical Error. The Average

Basic Needs; Cool Armor is part of the Resol’nare. It keeps them alive and is a key pillar in their beliefs. Bounty hunting gives a Mandalorian a source of income, also keeps them alive, and being known as part of the greatest warrior’s in the galaxy  just makes it easy for them.

Psychological needs: Novelty Weapons. “Weapons are a part of my religion.” Keeping weapons clean, good, and ready is vital. Respect the weapons. They keep you alive. Jetpack: Really fucking cool. ‘Rising Pheonix,’ like hot damn who wouldn’t want a Jetpack like that. Is also part of their fighting style. “A Mandalorian with a Jetpack is a weapon.”

Self-fulfillment needs: Fatherhood. Jango Fett. Din “The Mandalorian” Djarin. Foundlings are the future. They are everything to Mandalorians. A foundling comes first and foremost. Children are precious. Not every Mandalorian needs to have a child, but hot damn every child needs a Mandalorian Parent. I want a Mandalorian Parent.

Between Jango Fett demanding a son as payment for being cloned and the mandalorian immediately adopting baby yoda I’ve come to a conclusion

Thank you yellow! I’m glad I didn’t die either!

Suddenly remembered this one dream I had when I was running a pretty bad fever.

Y’know that one Tom and Jerry episode where Tom dies and he goes to a train station in heaven? Yeah, I was there. And I was arguing with the train conductor. And I was going; “Let me in, you know who I am.”  But then the train conductor. They tipped their hat at me and shook their head. “I’m sorry, my friend, but it’s not your time.” And then I woke up.

Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.

I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻

*CRASH*

I DONT KNOW

WHO NEEDS TO HEAR THIS

BUT BEING

‘FUNCTIONAL’

DOES NOT MEAN

YOU DO EVERYTHING

BY YOUR OWN DAMN SELF

ASK

FOR

HELP

youbettersohelpmegodilyandifyougethurtiwillcry

that moment when you start to write another prompt but can’t remember what number you’re doing now

“Fate is never tardy. But perhaps, sometimes, it can be a bit early...”

Death turned their hooded head towards the open night sky. Breathing in a long, satisfying breath. “Finally,” they murmured. “Things are finally falling in place.”

What’s this? An actual, plotted story? A patreon page? Exclusive works that I probably won’t share anywhere else? A hidden message to please please at least check it out?

I actually have two works to be posted regularly on my patreon page! One that is already up for you is THIS!

A story about the Four Horsemen. Spoiler alert, things aren’t falling into place. The first chapter is already up there, and ready to be read!

I talk a bit more about the second story on the page as well! :)

https://www.patreon.com/modernscrib3

about time for a new one of these…one that has a proper explanation of where I am, and how things are going.

tl;dr: my name is Seth, I’m a queer trans dude with a laundry list of disabilities. I live with a super conservative family that is kind of forcing me back into the closet, despite me being Out of it for nearly 15 years, among worse things. I moved here from an even worse situation, and am hoping to someday move from here to a more stable and happy place with my best friend who lives across the country. I super need help for that to happen while I wait on disability to pull through, which could be any day now, but also could be several years from now, from what I understand of the system.

longer story is basically, I moved from an emotionally volatile home where we constantly struggled to feed ourselves and argued and screamed constantly, to here. I eat much more reliably, and there isn’t shouting, but I am also consistently told I am just not trying when my disabilities prevent me from doing things, am pushed to go back into the closet because family members ‘don’t understand’ and ‘struggle to adapt’ to things like my name change and using words like ‘he’ in reference to me. my stepdad, after knowing full well that I am disabled and struggle to take care of myself by doing basic tasks many days, has expressed frustration with my inability to do basic people or adult things on a reliable basis. my grandfather no longer speaks to me beyond short responses, often ignoring me unless specifically prompted to respond by my mother. and my mother is fond of ‘jokingly’ suggesting that I go without dinner, go back to my room so they don’t have to deal with me, and telling me that I am ‘expensive’ while going out of her way to do anything for me, like pick up meds or buy hair dye that I expressed an interest in obtaining someday after I have money to do so on my own. they’re all strong supporters of Trump, as well.

I’m struggling to feel hopeful for the future pretty often here. I want to leave, but I have nowhere near enough funds to do so, considering I have half of my belongings across the state still, and the place I want to move is all the way across the country, as well as needing funding to get into a place to start. my best friend, Kat, is willing to move in with me somehow. Kat has work, and we’re hoping to get into a house, we’re looking at a few of them, but we kind of need a lot of help, both to get things started on that end, and also to get me from Oregon to Florida. 

at this point, we have a few options, and we’re not sure which is more cost effective because everything wants to know how much you have, when you’ll be leaving, etc. etc. and we’re just looking for quotes to aim for at the moment. I’ll need assistance in getting my things packed and moved, so a moving service is likely going to be required, and then I’ll need to get over there, which likely means a plane or train ticket if we have movers take my things all the way there. on the other hand, there’s things like a uhaul, and Kat driving us all that way, which is difficult and stressful, but also means we can stop places along the way and decompress a little bit. there are those storage container things they ship across the country as well, which would also require some kind of transit for me to get there too…

first things first though, we need funds to get a place. it’s super cheaper to buy a two bedroom house and deal with the mortgage than it is to pay rent, where we’re looking. average two bedroom place with the accommodations I need is about $600-800 per month on a mortgage, rather than $950-1500 per month in rent. both are around the same initial cost with a down payment, versus first and last month’s rent, deposits, fees, etc. we’re assuming around $5,000 for a down payment.

even if you can’t donate, you can help by reblogging this, sharing elsewhere, waving down family members with money, @ celebrities, any of that. as for links…

my paypal (has my deadname): https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/seththemuse my gofundme, which I can’t update fully with all of this information because my family has the page’s URL: https://www.gofundme.com/f/moving-fund-assistance

op this is such an astounding idea. oh my god. someone write more about this before i do it myself-

Recalibrate (The Mandalorian)

What if Grogu’s been doing the “These are not the droids you’re looking for” thing to Din this entire time?

Gen. 275 words

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Grogu’s been nudging Din’s mind with the Force to make him more inclined to feel protective of him since the moment IG-11 was about to shoot him. 

The spell breaks a bit after Grogu is incapacitated by the effort it took to rescue Din from the Mudhorn, which is why he’s able to trade the baby for the camtono of Beskar. But that lingering look Grogu gives him as the pram is led out of the room by Dr Pershing? That’s Grogu saying You will not leave me here, and hoping it’s strong enough to stick.

So Din can’t stop thinking about the kid. Breaks Guild protocol by asking what will become of him. Puts his Covert at risk by going back for him and goes on the run for months with him. And the rest is history. 

But maybe, eventually, Din has a moment of clarity. He stops in the middle of what he’s doing one day and looks around at the modest collection of baby stuff he’s accumulated inside the Razor Crest. It’s so incongruous to the way his life used to be that it momentarily pulls him out of it.

He blinks down at the baby in his arms like he’s coming out of a dream. “What… what am I doing?”

But then Grogu waves his little hand at him, cooing—Don’t think about it! We were about to get lunch, remember Dad?—and Din just stares at him for an unbearably long moment, helmet inscrutable, as Grogu wills his brain to reset back into Parent Mode.

Until finally Din sighs, “Right… lunch time,” and Grogu knows it worked.  

And that’s that.