odd-questions

anonymous asked:

Imperial Problem Child-verse During those long(ish) stretches without communicating with the Executor, does Luke ever use their bond to reassure Vader that he's ok? Or ask odd-ish questions? ("Palpatine doesn't own any property on Naboo. Right, Father?")

Normally I’d think that actual communication over their bond would be somewhat limited by proximity (such as being in the same solar system), but then there’s that deleted scene from Return of the Jedi where Vader is, essentially, telepathically poking Luke like “Hey. Hey son. Hey son, can you come to the dark side real quick?”
While Luke is just staring at the wall with this expression like “I’m working, Dad!”

So in that case, he probably does poke at the bond every now and then. Sometimes it’s a just checking that you’re not in the vicinity because we need to not be shot at right now– no I’m not telling you where we are! thing.
Sometimes it’s a I feel conflict, and possibly pain, is everything alright, Father? (cue the bi-weekly “join the light/dark side” conversation)
Other times it’s just casual stuff. Questions about his mother, nerdy talks about ships, random observations about weird wildlife. Humorous commentary on politicians. Sometimes these come in the middle of Vader trying to give orders, and they’re a little distracting, but hey Luke is talking to him, he’s not going to complain.

anonymous asked:

sorry this sounds like an odd question but would you consider THC/smoking marijuana somehow damaging to your skin? just curious

yes it causes eczema flare ups and causes collagen breakdown. Can also break you out in cystic acne on your cheeks.

anonymous asked:

Hi Alice, odd question but: Do you believe asexuals belong in the LGBT community? I have a friend who identifies this way, but as a trans girl, I'm struggling to understand how she has to go through the same things as an LGBT person by being asexual. And struggle aside, I don't even see how asexuality is THAT different from heterosexuality, just with more... hesitation!? Maybe this sounds rude, but I know you've written about asexual people etc, and I wondered what you thought. No shade intended

Hi there. I’m glad you reached out to me about this because you must have really upset your friend by saying stuff like this to them.

It’s easy to see why not only cishet people, but also LGBT+ people, think that asexuality is fake. The world is awash with sex and sexual attraction. It’s everywhere. And everyone is supposed to want it and feel it. It’s so extremely normalised that the idea that someone could be literally UNABLE to feel sexual attraction is, to many people, absolutely bizarre and a joke.

Even if you acknowledge that asexuality is real, it’s also easy to see why you would be so quick to reject and get angry at asexual people who call themselves LGBT+. Because asexual people are not like you, are they. Unless they are trans, asexuals don’t have gender troubles, and unless they experience same-gender romantic attraction, asexuals don’t experience same-gender attraction! Lesbian, bi, gay etc people can all be joined together in their experience of same gender attraction, and all trans folks, binary and non binary, can be joined together in their experience of feeing a disconnect from their assigned birth gender.

The result? No one wants asexuals near them. People can’t relate. No one else feels the way asexuals do and people don’t think they should be part of the group. They’re not the same as you.

But oh god, they are not allowed in the cishet club either.

The first thing you need to try and unlearn is that asexuality is in any way similar to heterosexuality. It’s not. It’s so, so fucking not. It’s painful how different it feels to be asexual compared to being heterosexual. Telling an ace person that asexuality isn’t ‘THAT different from heterosexuality’ is about as accurate as saying being gay isn’t ‘THAT different from heterosexuality’. Being asexual means you do not experience sexual attraction, ever. EVER. And while that might seem easy to you, it’s an extremely painful and terrifying thing to learn about yourself, in a world where everyone is expected to have an array of sexual experiences, fall in love, get married, and anyone who doesn’t do that is strange and a freak.

Learning you are asexual can be terrifying. When you realise you’ve never had a crush, when all your friends have had ten each, you are terrified. When you pass the age where people have started dating and having sex and you still feel nothing - NOTHING - you are terrified. When you think about ever falling in love and the idea disgusts you, or you think about falling in love and you crave it, god you CRAVE it, but you know you can’t ever feel that, you are terrified. When you realise you will never be able to enjoy a normal romantic/sexual relationship, the ones full of passion like you see in the movies, and people will reject you because you can’t fancy them in that way, and there’s a higher chance for you than anyone else that you will simply die alone, without love, without children - you are terrified.

You think being ace is the same as heterosexuality? You think it’s an easy thing to learn about yourself? Explain the terror, then. I’m all ears.

The fact you see asexuality as 'hesitation’ is really horrifying to me. Asexuals aren’t attracted to the opposite gender but 'hesitant’ to act on it. Asexuals DO NOT feel attraction. To anyone. It’s not a choice. It’s not a way of life. It’s not the same as celibacy out of choice, or being a 'prude’, or waiting till marriage. It is ingrained in you, just like being gay is, just like being trans is. It is a part of you that no matter how hard you try to will it away, no matter how hard you try to persuade yourself otherwise, you cannot help it. You DO NOT feel attracted to ANYONE.

And in saying all this, I fully acknowledge that asexuals do not experience the extent of oppression that other LGBT+ folks do. There are no laws regarding asexuality. Lesbian, gay, bi, trans, and other LGBT+ folks no doubt experience a higher level and intensity of systematic oppression to asexuals, more frequently go through hard experiences due to their orientation or gender. But since when did being LGBT+ become a competition for 'who’s the most oppressed’? Is that what LGBT+ is? You’re only allowed in the club if you’re 'oppressed enough’? If you’re 'gay enough’? If you’re 'trans enough’?

If you need persuading that asexuals do experience their own form of oppression, though, consider the number of asexuals who are coerced into sex in order to 'fix’ them. Consider the emotional pain that I have already discussed, of feeling that there is something fundamentally wrong and gross about you because you feel attracted to no one. Consider the number of asexuals who are hounded or emotionally abused by their families for failing to find partners. Consider the number of asexuals who force themselves to have sexual experiences, because it is the norm, because they don’t even know what asexuality is, because THEY think that they are just 'hesitant’, despite finding sex disgusting and feeling no desire to do it. Do you really think asexuals are just running around, free and happy and content in who they are? They aren’t. I’m not.

So go ahead. Cast aside asexuals if you want. Call them attention-seeking, call them special snowflakes. Ignore the pain they feel. Make them go through it alone, in pain, terrified of what they are. Why on earth would the LGBT+ community be a place to support people like that!?

Messages like the one you have just sent me gives me further reason to never talk about that part of myself. To just sit and cry about it at home day after day because I do not like myself. Because I feel that nobody will accept me or understand who I am. I could list the number of things people have said to me to discredit and laugh at this part of myself, but it’s people like you who make me embarrassed to talk about it, too scared to own a label and talk about it freely and openly.

I thought, going into this, that the LGBT+ community was one of total respect, understanding, and empathy. I learnt pretty quickly that it is not.

I send love to your asexual friend. I really, really do.

Disclaimer: I am very aware of the nuances of asexuality, of the differences between romantic/aesthetic/sexual attraction, but sadly it seems that many people can’t even grasp the basic concept of asexuality, so I don’t quite think they’re ready for that yet.

Friendly reminder that literally everything in life is in your hands and you have the time to sort things out to prevent future issues or fix issues that have arisen. You’re the one who can sign up for programs, you’re the one who can block social media sites when you’re studying, you’re the one who can delete Instagram because you think it’s a source of negativity, you’re the one who can take free online courses, you’re the one who can drag your ass out of bed 30 minutes earlier than you usually do to go for a run, you’re the one who can use duolingo every day to learn a new language, you’re the one who can brave the morning cold to sit on your balcony or outside your place or on the curb or on a bench and draw the sunset, even if you think you’re not very good. So stop feeling angry at yourself for not making the small decisions that add up to create a better you, in more ways than one. Who cares if you’re not the best artist and dropped visual arts as soon as you could, who cares if you haven’t run in two years and never moved on from your high school athletics carnival, who cares if you’ll lose the great feed you set up, who cares if people will think you’re a bit of a nerd for taking coding courses or going on Hogwarts is Here, who cares if people will scoff as you tell them you’re learning an odd obscure language and question you. So ignore the stupid voice in your head, and the voices around you, don’t let fear, self doubt and laziness screw with the things you know you’ll benefit from. It’s in your hands, so act like it.

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pt1 | pt2 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, eventual smut + expecting parents au

word count: 4,724

request: sperm donor ex-boyfriend jimin 

description: Okay, maybe in hindsight asking your ex-boyfriend, who you never really got over, to be your sperm-donor wasn’t the brightest of ideas.

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“I want to have your baby,” is a particular string of words that is only considered acceptable in a certain number of situations.

Maybe between two lovers getting lost in the moment of their heightened feelings, and somehow the words just slip — that’s probably the most common occurrence of the phrase. Or maybe it’s a night out, alcohol in your system, and the words just sort of spill past your lips to the most ridiculously attractive stranger you’ve ever seen before you can even think to stop them. Even that, can still be considered at least borderline passable usage of the phrase. Hell, even the instance of a teenage girl proclaiming her love for her favorite celebrity with the heavy proclamation is still considered normal for the most part.

These, along with a few far-fetched others, were the only situations you could think of that allowed for the usage of those six words to be passable, yet, here you were, uttering that exact phrase, when you were in absolutely none of them. You weren’t getting caught up in the moment with lust-glazed eyes, you weren’t drunk and spewing nonsense at a bar to some guy, and you most certainly weren’t some star struck teenage girl staring up at her celebrity crush’s poster.

No, you were none of those things.

Instead, you were sitting across from your ex-boyfriend telling him that you wanted to have his baby… Yeah, totally passable usage of the phrase, right?

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Okay I need some input for this session I’m planning for my players, bit of an odd question but if you were going to make the sound of hocking a loogie into an onamonapia what would it be?

anonymous asked:

Hey, a while ago I sent an ask about teaching my Pangoro the TM Infestation. The move was great in combat, but I had a problem with the move outside of battle. And by that I mean my Pangoro accidently infested my house. Now I know you're probably thinking that I should just call pest control, but the guy I usually go to is out of town and... Would it be smart to release a bunch of Poliwags in my house? They eat bugs, right? There's a whole pond of 'em near by... Is this a good idea? Please help.

This would only be a good idea if you didn’t mind recreating There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly but with a house instead of the elderly.

In all seriousness, anonymous, never use wild pokémon to solve a domestic issue. Wild pokémon rarely understand house manners. Instead, consider catching one and training it to clean up insects. Just one should be sufficient.

You’re the story I tell when the wind asks about my love for sunsets, the punctuation I erase when our reflections sink into the shore. How does every sign we construct explain how some people are meant to fall in love, but aren’t meant to be together? how new constellations form every time I whisper your name, but the night still drinks the caffeine we left at our feet? I just wanted to be the owner of the galaxies dripping from your eyes, the piece you could live without when our hands are grasping for the leaves falling short of a title we’re still rearranging. The less we talk, the more words mean. The less we smile, the more I find your laughter in every six string song. On my best days, I’m just a breath away from you, but sometimes, I just need a little help getting out of my head. Or when I need to get off the bed, some words push us towards insanity– if you were ever mad at me, would you speak your thoughts? If you ever fell in love with me? Would you tell me? If you wanted to know something unusual– I’ve got you. I enjoy the oddness of questions. Like how it sends us on a quest for the truthful answers midway. I don’t like acronyms because the shortness of letters can never compare to the shortness in my breathing when it comes to the lines of oh my god, you’re beautiful tonight. The less we smile, the more I find your atmosphere most needed– some laughter controls the bleeding, some lovers control the weather, and some nights I need both. Some nights I seem to choke on my regrets, it’s never dinnertime when you’ve got so much on your mind. It’s never writing if you’ve done nothing right. You’re always wrong if you start crying in the middle of a song that triggered certain feelings that you shouldn’t be having. you’re always spacing out whenever the commas start to show how many mistakes you’ve made, how many mistakes it took for you to finally get it, how many apologies it took for you to be forgiven, how many I love you’s were needed for someone to feel like you loved them and not just for the sake of not being alone, how many nights you had to spend living in a dead memory of won’t you stay with me for another hour, how many oceans you had to cry before you realized people sink with you every time you damage them, how many volcanoes you became because stress makes smoking this much easier, how many pills you had to take to forget a name, how many nights you stayed high because shower thoughts brought you back to the razors, how many mornings you spent fucked up because of one fuck up, how many years you’ll toss away to find yourself, how many weeks it’ll take to rewire your brain after a breakup, how many days it’ll take to unfeel everything, how many hours it’ll take to unlove a feeling, how many seconds it’ll take to get it right, how many commas you’ll keep count of to not lose yourself tonight, and how many times you’ll leave yourself in the palms of others instead of your own. if I’m ever on my last dollar, if I’m ever on my last heartbeat, if I’m ever at the end of the line, if I ever forget about you, if I never loved you, if I ever destroyed myself to recreate myself, if I ever feel good enough to get over this depression, if I ever stop and stare into the middle of nowhere and if I never return to who I used to be– remember that this life will cut like a very thin knife into your ribs in search for another comma for another run-on sentence that should not have happened because you always loved to make mistakes without a proper ending or a period to your era of impressional impressions to impress no one in particular you can have all of my mistakes you can have all of my errors you can have all of this red ink to scribble all over this poem you can have my life and call it death to the last day when we’ll never meet again.
—  The Ate & The Bunso

anonymous asked:

What are your personal pros in regards to be single?

Er, what a strange question…?

I like having my own space, not sharing with people my home, I don’t like cuddling/physical contact anyway so there isn’t an advantage to a significant other in that respect, so occasionally seeing friends fills whatever need I have for companionship.

Asking someone who’s aro/ace why they like being single is kind of odd to me.

anonymous asked:

Hi Bill, zzzrt! I'm a Rotom with an awezzzome trainer, and while we get along juzzzt fine, we have a zzzlight problem. I'm a compulsive shutterbug, and I love pozzezzing camerazzz. I take zzzo many photoz that my Trainer keepz having to zpend lotz of money on ztorage for my habit... and I can't let him delete any! They're too preciouzzz! I figure since you know Pokémon zzzo well, you could help me ztop. PS, he doezn't know I'm posting thiz... yet. Thought I'd zurprize him.

I’m very tempted to ask you several questions, Rotom, but my editor is currently glaring at me via video chat, so I gather that would be a terrible idea.

That having been said, have your trainer purchase a film-based camera. Mini cameras are currently making a comeback, so if you enjoy the feel of something new, that may be an option. Alternatively, older models sell for rather cheap on PokéBay. Ensure that the camera lacks a roll of film, transfer into it, and click away.

Alternatively, if you wish to surprise your trainer, rather than ask for a camera, consider transferring into something else around the house that can move or click, such as a fan, a washer, a remote computer mouse, or any of the like. Use the movement of these objects to relieve your urge to manipulate a camera shutter until you feel comfortable inhabiting a camera without needing to take pictures. The transference of movement should help you by way of being an outlet so that you shift your needs from taking a picture to simply releasing your pent-up energy.

Good luck, little rotom!

Erased - The Forgotten Series - Pt. 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This is the sequel to the gif blurb Forgotten. I had never planned on continuing this story, but you guys seemed to want more. Now it’s been a while, so I hope you’re still needy. Hope this doesn’t ruin the first part. I’m nervous about this one.

Feedback welcome and appreciated 

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( PROMPT: I was going through a rough night so instead of doing what we usually do, you made sure I was okay throughout the whole thing and was slow and reassuring and when morning comes I feel so conflicted. )

A/N: Y’all thirsty for friends-with-benefits Peter Parker so I have delivered. This was vaguely inspired by the incredible momosakaki-san’s drabble with fuck boi Peter (YES YES YES GIMME MORE). THANK YOU ALL FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN DOING HERE. AS A THANK YOU, I’VE WRITTEN A SIN-FILLED DRABBLE WITH PETER AND THE READER BEING FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS. 

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Warning: Contains smut, violence and tense situations in some chapters

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