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     WHEN HE IS 9   his nightmares consist of childish things - like running down the Temple’s corridors with no end in sight, falling from a great height with no way to halt his descent, being lost in a large crowd with no one to hear his call for help … these are bad dreams that are easily dealt with  ( the kind words of the Masters, a soft hand on his shoulder, guiding him back to his room )  & even more easily forgotten.

     WHEN HE IS 13   his nightmares are filled with images of boredom, of promises unfulfilled, of potential unrealized; he may never be a Padawan, if he is not chosen, & he may never be the Jedi he has dreamt of becoming … of course, after a time of uncertainty, these dreams fade & he welcomes the newest challenge - a life of service & guardianship, learning by his Master’s side.

     WHEN HE IS 15   his nightmares are gruesome, bloody - images of death & destruction &  the sister he had never asked for, but whom he had found nonetheless, being shot down in front of him before he could reach her; he dreams of war & how it ravages a people, how it kills their children, how it murders their souls; he dreams of being abandoned to this war, of never being saved, & even though he wakes up in the Temple, he feels constantly as though he is back in that place, fighting for his life & for a people that are not his own but who had given him a taste for family

     WHEN HE IS 21   his nightmares fly by unnoticed; he is too busy, he is too serious, to pay them much heed; he is becoming the Jedi he always dreamt of being, & that means pushing aside any wishes or hopes he might have that do not align with this vision of himself - any bad dreams are forgotten by the end of his morning meditation.

     WHEN HE IS 26   his nightmares are of his Master breathing a final breath in his arms; he dreams of the Sith’s red blade & the rage in his own heart; he wakes up in a cold sweat, guilt & righteous fury battling in his chest, but what wins is always grief - that hollow echo in his heart when someone says his Master’s name … he has these nightmares for the rest of his life. 

     WHEN HE IS 33   his nightmares are confusing & unreadable; he sees a vast darkness, he sees Anakin & not Anakin, he feels as though his body will collapse under an immense pain, he feels —- he speaks of these dreams to Master Yoda only.

     WHEN HE IS 35   his nightmares are of Geonosis, & the many Jedi lost under the scorching sun; he dreams of that fight in the hangar, when he had lain helpless, when he had watched the boy he had sworn to protect pick up his lightsaber & fight on his behalf & then watched as that boy fell beneath a Sith’s onslaught. He dreams of friends he will never see again.

     WHEN HE IS 36   his nightmares are of her, her last breaths, her last words, her laugh, her smile, everything she is & almost was — he wakes up holding the crystal she had given him, he whispers her name, he tries to go back to sleep but always fails.

     WHEN HE IS 37   his nightmares are tinged red & black, the colors of Zigoola, the ancient Sith stronghold; the headache that was borne on the desolate planet under the influence of the Sith Holocron plagues him even in dreams, & he is assaulted by flashes of horrors, by cries of the dead, by the hatred & the anger he had denied a foothold all his life … he speaks of these dreams to no one, just as he speaks of that planet to no one. 

     WHEN HE IS 38   his nightmares are of battle, of the screams of the dying, brothers in arms, his soldiers, his responsibility, the weight of the Republic on his shoulders, explosions & shrapnel & blaster fire careening out of control & catching him off guard, He dies in his dreams, & he breathes a sigh of relief because finally he is allowed to rest, but then he wakes in the morning & must run back to the war

     WHEN HE IS 39   his nightmares are fire & blood & cries of pain; he sees his brother fall to his blade, sees his friend die after placing her children in his arms, sees the end of all he had held dear as it disintegrates into ash - he feels countless friends & almost lovers ( FAMILY ) die in his arms over & over & over again.  He wakes up hoarse, aching, & shivering in the cold desert air. 

     WHEN HE IS 45, 50, 55 & ON   his nightmares are all of these & more - scenes he never saw, scenes he’s seen too often … he wishes for the kind hand of a Master to guide him back to peaceful sleep, but he has forgotten what peace feels like, & he knows that he doesn’t deserve it.

Reading what is apparently “the best series of lectures ever heard on King Lear and the Fool” from the 70s and, well. Well. I for one am looking forward to arguing vehemently against that claim in my dissertation. The author is an A class dick who can’t hold a coherent train of thought, constantly contradicts himself, makes no end of bold statements which are backed up by literally nothing (and nothing can be made from nothing, dude). You can actually hear his level of wank with every other phrase: “Let us then postulate an hypothesis…” and “It is no exaggeration to say…” but never backs up his ideas.

Plus, anyone who legitimately uses the sentence: “And now let us return to Freud…” to prove a point immediately gets struck off my reading list. 

And then there’s this horror of a gem. Here’s a lesson for free: there is literally never an appropriate occasion to reference the genital area of a child in an academic essay…

“In an ideal production of the play, Edmund, almost beyond the point of anatomical credibility, will strut the stage with codpiece bulging. The Fool’s wrinkled, parti-colored leotard will be as flat at the fork as that of any little girl who is taking her first ballet lesson… the visual juxtaposition will enforce the paradox of the bawdy Fool who speaks with the ignorance of one who will never know but must imagine the mysteries of human sexuality.”

I just. I mean. Why?

Full offense, but if you abandon someone with bpd/dpd for no reason, you’re an asshole.

if you vanish on someone with bpd/dpd for an extended period of time, then come back and expect everything to be okay with no apology or explanation, you’re an asshole.

if you GET MAD and yell at someone with bpd/dpd for being upset you left, YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE.

if you think that people with bpd/dpd are abusive and/or “too much to handle” and/or inherently bad people, you. are. an. asshole.

This has been a PSA


  • Jason: I will never pity you, Dickface. I am the perpetual family disappointment, I pity no one.
  • Dick: Oh come on, you think you're the family disappointment?
  • Jason: Well it sure as hell ain't you, golden boy!
  • Dick: We'll see about that. Bruce!
  • Bruce: Hm?
  • Dick: Who is the family disappointment?
  • Bruce:
  • Bruce:
  • Bruce: St--
  • Stephanie: NO!
  • Stephanie: Shut up shut up shut uuuupppp!
  • Stephanie: I cannot be the family disappointment because I am not a part of this family!
  • Stephanie: I don't even go here!
  • Tim: You're here all the time--
  • Stephanie: As your personal Kimmy Gibbler! Not a sister!
  • Stephanie: [to Bruce] I can't believe you. I CANNOT believe you! Say it, Bruce, swear to God, SAY IT and I will slap you again!
  • Jason: Again?
  • Stephanie: You know who is, Bruce? You. YOU ARE THE FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT.
  • Stephanie: You haven't done half the crap you should and YEAH I'm pulling out receipts because I INVENTED fake dying and when I got back no one was nice to me SO YOU DON'T GET ANY FREEBIES!
  • Stephanie: I'm leaving! Tell Cass I'm not talking to any of you and I broke up with Tim--
  • Tim: How is this my fault?!
  • Stephanie: --and that I'll be at Gina's on 5th for smoothies because SOME of us keep our promises and don't just go 'hey I'm back from the dead get out of my cave even though I'm a loser who got lost in time like a loser' which, like, PATHETIC
  • Stephanie: [wads up leftover receipt from her purse and throws it at Bruce] BYE FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT
  • Stephanie: [slams door]
  • Jason:
  • Dick:
  • Tim:
  • Bruce:
  • Bruce:
  • Bruce: I was going to say 'Stop'...

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I would have probably been too shy to draw and share this if a kind and cute soul never suggested it to me x//D

Good job, Anon, for making me draw this whole thing with my face red :D

I drew them as adults… though if you wanted them looking like teens well, send another ask :D 

I hope this sketch helps science greatly :’D


there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

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( @greyhairsowhat happy birthday dear !!!!  (ノ ´ 3 ` )ノ  ❤️️💕)

❁ little miss sunshine ❁ // for @sigh–onara



so i was rereading Doer of Good Deeds by Lomonaaeren and something about Harry glaring across the Great Hall at Pansy flirting with Draco and not knowing why he feels so irritated is strangely adorable

also feat Ron Weasley who is 1000% Done with this shit

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