Britney Spears Has Lost The Court Case, Again, To End Her Father's Conservatorship Over Her, And It Makes

comparable should NOT be pronounced like that

fucking,,,i would love grandma’s fur coat, give it here

articles written by people that have never faced a real problem in their entire life

“I didn’t plan on being a wanted fugitive.

Of course not. That’s not a thing you plan on doing. You don’t wake up on a fine Monday morning, look up at your ceiling and say to yourself; ‘Today, I’m going to become a criminal.’ You don’t. You don’t do that. Please, don’t do that.”

in this house, we set fire to the transphobes and use them as fuel for the winter

Alright boys, girls, and pals in between or none the like.

My friend Cydney’s teacher believed THIS was ok to put up. It’s transphobic as fuck, and the schools gone into a whole riot about it. People are getting horrifically upset about her. Her girlfriend’s brother is trans, and both are getting hurt by this poster.

NOW despite the fact like half the school is arguing against it, their teacher STILL will not tear it down. She believes this shit is ok. Cydney tells me they’re are now debating on trying to get this on the news.

Now I, someone who is a transmasc nonbinary student, along with all of the friends she told this too, are LIVID about it. And I told her I’m posting this on Tumblr.

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ARE AGAINST THIS POSTER SO WE CAN SHOVE THE NOTES IN THE TEACHERS F A C E.

https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/the-mandalorian-star-gina-carano-fired-amid-social-media-controversy OH FUCK YEAH!!!

it’s really ironic for Cara Dune’s actress to be the epitome of what Cara Dune hates.

Cara Dune would beat the shit out of G*na C*r*no. 

In this essay I thank you for coming to my ted talk

writing mandalorian fanfiction be like

if i misspell ‘Grogu’ as “gogy” one more fucking time i am going to go apeshit

it’s really ironic for Cara Dune’s actress to be the epitome of what Cara Dune hates.

Cara Dune would beat the shit out of G*na C*r*no. 

In this essay I thank you for coming to my ted talk

Writing prompt #1

‘It was one hell of a way to die’

They say human beings aren’t fast enough to dodge a bullet.

That the force of that tiny metal shot out is enough to break bones, to physically incapacitate.

That with one shot at the right place, a human person would die instantaneously.

They weren’t wrong.

With just one loud bang, I find myself on my back, staring at the clouds as they made their way through the bright blue sky.

I was walking with my partner, the small part of my brain reminds me. The part that had slowly began to lose strength.

I was walking, I remembered, and I was laughing. I was watching the light in their eyes shine as they chuckled with me, and I was happy.

How did I get here?

My partner and I had gone through so much. We’d battled so many monsters, broken through so many obstacles, faced so much pain.

Finally, finally, we were about to have our happy ending.

With the last bit of strength that my dimming mind had, it pushed to me a small memory.

A memory of sitting at the edge of a stone platform. Of swinging legs, of comforting winds, of a brilliant sunset sky.

A memory of soft contentment, happiness, and hope.

We’d been talking of how we’d like to die, if we had a choice.

They had said peacefully, surrounded by loved ones till the very end, then cremated to have their ashes buried somewhere special.

I’d grabbed their hand and swore that, if they’d died first, I would ensure that was what happens.

The kiss that followed upwards nearly killed me then and there.

They’d asked me, soft curiosity glittering in their gaze, what would be my preferred way to die.

‘I don’t know,’ I’d said. ‘But when I go, I want there to be no pain. I want everyone to be glad when I leave, because it’s my time, and I’m finally getting that eternal peace.’

To me, it felt like a good way to die.

After all I’d been through, I figured I’d at least get to decide how I die.

As my partner’s face appeared in my swimming vision, I realised there were tears streaming down their face. They were screaming at me, holding me in their hands and shaking me.

There was so much pain on their face.

Right then, I knew I could not die. I couldn’t-

I will not.

Not like this.

19 years after the events of 'If you must die, sweetheart,'

Grogu is older. Stronger. He can protect the other younglings - he can even protect Master Luke, despite the constant questions of 'why you?' That, Grogu thinks, is a stupid question. Who else would it be? 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28909794

well, there you have it. the first step in my Mandalorian Grogu Universe. I have a lot of ideas, some of them really cool, some of then might be terrible. We’ll see how it goes.

(The fic does heavy reference the first part of its series, so strong encouraging to read that first part before this one)