How would one say ‘San Dimas high school football rules’ in Latin? I came up with ‘Athletas a San Dimas scholae optimus’ but lord knows it’s been a long-ass time since I’ve done anything with Latin and I’ve forgotten more than I’ve learned.
this week I went back to school after three weeks of internship and I found out that if you don’t study you actually get bad grades, who knew. That’s why I’ve decided to take a little time to get things back together; focus on school, life and my other 3 blogs lmao. You will still see me around (I currently have a few posts in my drafts!) and please, keep the requests coming! I will always make them and if for some reason I won’t be able to, I will answer you and explain why.
oh….. AND I FINALLY FINISHED DRAGONFLY IN AMBER!!!! VOYAGER IS ARRIVING THIS FRIDAY!! So expect a lot of text posts. (and memes, always expect the memes).
My fanfiction archive blog will be more affected to be honest, I will try my best to keep it updated but I won’t be as active as before - at least not until my Easter break starts on April 13th <3
Unfortunately, I have only two months of school before a really important exam and I need to focus on that. I hope you understand!
It’s just a symbol for me hating myself for procrastinating too much.
Nah, just sometimes I stumble upon requests and immeadiately have an idea what I could do with it. Sometimes those ideas include the death of beloved ones and ultimate sadness. Sometimes that happens twice in a row.
Also sometimes I get prompts that are clearly meant to be angsty/fluffy/dirty and have fun with doing the complete opposite.
i did some research into the matter of grooming but i don’t think this is a situation where we can really say it’s either or, since we don’t know enough about the characters or the situation, which is entirely hypothetical. i still don’t like or support the ship, but on this particular subject i don’t think I’m educated enough on the matter to really say, so I’m going to stay neutral on whether a relationship between post-recall gabe and jesse would be grooming/unhealthy, because of a lack on information about the situation. I really don’t want to discuss the mc/reyes issue any longer, I’ve said everything I had to say about it.
to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –
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