Op This Is Such An Astounding Idea. Oh My God. Someone Write More About This Before I Do It Myself-

me, before The Mandalorian: “huh? Star Wars? Yeah it has a pretty big fanbase, not much one for it though. I guess it’s pretty cool.”

me, after The Mandalorian: SLAMS THESIS “This is my complete documented argument on why without R2-D2, the Astromech, the entire galaxy would’ve gone to shit.”

imagine getting robbed

i thought that “vein jewelry” was going to be. jewelry designed to look like veins, maybe? jewelry made out of real animal veins, at worst. it’s. it’s not. 

vein jewelry is jewelry you insert into your veins

there should be a german word for when you prepare to experience horror, but are still somehow shocked by how it plays out

Writing Prompt #4

‘Bartender.’

To be frank, the only reason I was here was because the pay was good.

Almost too good, for such an easy job in my opinion. All I had to do was serve drinks - that were in labelled bottles, mind you - and to know when a person was red-faced enough to cut them off.

I didn’t even have to deal with the drunkards that often, they rarely came over to this particular establishment.

I guess I was just lucky enough to be at the right place at the right time. A poster on a lamp post, a chilly Wednesday morning, and a wallet that was only getting emptier. Then it was just a hop, skip and a twirl away to the club.

Well, they say club. It looks more like a cafe to me. Admittedly, most cafes don’t sell alcohol, but most clubs were loud and rowdy and wholly annoying.

Whoever designed this club had comfort in their mind; with large and lush armchairs, warm and rustic colours, and low-hanging dim lanterns. The atmosphere was almost always cozy - except of course for the times someone got too rowdy with the bottles.

There I was, minding my own business. Cleaning the glasses with a rag and nodding my head along to the tunes that floated out of the speakers.

Then she walked in.

I won’t be cliche. I won’t say that heads turned when she walked through the door. I won’t say that the speakers stuttered to a stop thanks to some magically timed malfunction. I won’t say her presence was magnetic, and that she’d be forever imprinted in the minds of the other people in the cafe.

Mostly because all that didn’t happen. Also because I’m not one for cliches.

But then she walked over to my counter. 

Ordered a drink.

Took out her phone.

I mean, all normal things, right? I thought so too. I paid her no mind.

I served her drink, talked about how it looked like it was going to rain, then went back to work.

Eventually, she finished her drink, left her pay - along with a tip that I appreciated - on the counter,  and walked out.

And that was it.

She didn’t even leave her number on the counter, so I filed that memory as insignificant and continued on with my life.

That was it.

It was, honest.

Though, while we’re on the subject of honesty-

I lied, she did leave her number on the counter.

Though, I’d dealt with lots of these before. I wasn’t exactly unattractive, if you’d catch my drift.

Most of the time, I’d ignore them. Throw them in the recycling, never look back.

This time though, I thought, what’s the worst that could happen?

Oh boy.

*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

ok let's see what's been posted since I last watched youtu-

BARBIE?? SAID BLM?? WHAT HELL YEAH WHAT

womb

fuck small talk how old were you when it all went wrong

TW; Sensitive topics

Note: Despite the trigger warning above, please please if you find you have the strength to read this, then do. It’s important and not just for the people living in the states. This affects all of us.

Alright so I know i’ve disappeared for a while but I’ve come back to tell you guys something very, very important.

racism/ˈreɪsɪz(ə)m/

noun

prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior.

This isn’t just a ‘oh yes racism that’s very bad’ kind of matter anymore. An innocent man was killed, not by accident, not in self-defence, and by the same people who apparently were supposed to be the good guys.

George Floyd was choked to death by a police officer.

He was choked to death by a police officer.

He had to beg to live.

Do you know how horrible that is? We talk about human rights to improve our lives, and this man had to beg for him to keep his own.

What makes it worse is that it didn’t work. He still died.

I don’t know how to tell you guys that we should care about other people.

Afterwards, there were protests. Of course there was. There had to be. Peaceful protests. Raising voices for justice, for a better change, for the right thing.

And do you know how the fucking police responded to these peaceful protests? Peaceful protests asking for better lives?

Do you know how the same people responded to violent, gun-wielding protestors asking for a fucking haircut?

If I told you one was responded with violence, and one was responded with peace, which one do you think would be which?

Would you be surprised to find out which ones really happened?

Would you be angry?

Wouldn’t you be angry? Shouldn’t you be?

These people have been fighting for years and years. They shouldn’t have to fight alone.

They didn’t stop with George Floyd. He wasn’t the first, and already he wasn’t the last.

Please, for the sake of all that is good in this world. Do not let this stand.

There are multiple websites in which you can help support the movement against this hellish system. It doesn’t take too long for you to type a few words in, for you to read more, to find more, to see that this has gone on for far too long.

https://www.joincampaignzero.org/solutions#solutionsoverview

https://www.reclaimtheblock.org/home/#about

https://www.gofundme.com/f/georgefloyd

I love those AUs where it’s like, set in a modern/earth setting and everyone has normal-ish jobs and lives. Mandalorians being one massive motorcycle gang and Luke Skywalker being a kindergarten teacher/owning a flower shop/literally anything else AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Most of these usually turn all the less humanoid characters into humans and I totally vibe with that, especially the decision to change Grogu into like a normal human baby to fit in with the whole setting.

But I see your “Grogu is a human baby” and raise you “Grogu is still how he looks like in the show (green, big ears and all) but nobody mentions it”

Some random, pointing to Grogu: “What is that?”

Cara Dune, Officer of the town of Nevarro or Sumn: “That’s Mando’s boy.”

Just a constant stream of what am i doing? what was i doing? i was doing something. where’s my thought train? am i faster than a train? how fast does a train go? where am i going? i was doing something. what am i doing?

Do any other neurodivergent ppl, especially adhd ppl, walk around and basically chant things to remember them? This morning I was walking around my house saying "what am I doing? What am I doing what am I doing? Im making coffee I'm making coffee I'm making coffee I'm making coffee! I'm making coffee." and continued to chant so I didn't get distracted AAND SHIT I JUST GOT DISTRACTED BY MAKING THIS POST FUCK GODDAMN IT