✸ Star Wars worlds : Dathomir Dathomir was a remote, neutral planet in the Quelli sector and the home of the Nightsisters. The planet, lit red by its central star, had numerous continents that were overrun with vegetation, forests, and swamplands. The Nightsisters, also known as the Dathomir witches, made their home in the swamps, and wielded magicks fueled by Dathomir’s own power. Dathomir was also home to the Nightbrothers, Zabraks who were ruled by the Nightsisters. During the Clone Wars, Dathomir would come under attack multiple times due to the machinations of Mother Talzin and her rival Darth Sidious, leading to the destruction of most of the inhabitants and settlements on the planet by the Confederacy of Independent Systems after conquering it. Asajj Ventress, a Nightsister trained by Count Dooku, returned to Mother Talzin after her master betrayed her, drawing Dathomir to Dooku’s attention and concluding in a battle where all the Nightsisters but Ventress and Mother Talzin were killed.
For anon…an AU where Rey is a Skywalker, reader is his wife as requested. Shifting times and POVs too, enjoy!
Rey held out her hand toward Luke, holding his old lightsaber to him. The man was silent as he saw the face of his young daughter. He took a sharp intake of breath as she stared at him with a hope and longing.
“Please,” she pleaded after some silence had dragged on, “we need you.”
She lowered her arm as Luke hung his head. He bit on his lip slightly as he took a few steps toward her. His piercing blue eyes connected with hers. Gingerly, he gripped the open end of his blade, though she didn’t let go.
“You,” she paused to keep her voice from cracking, “You left me on Jakku.”
We interrupt your regularly scheduled blogging to inform you that I saw The Handmaiden last night and it instantly catapulted into my top ten movies list
If you like
WHO GET A HAPPY ENDING
(I know that’s a spoiler but IT’S IMPORTANT)
absolutely gorgeous visuals
not a single white character because the setting is 1930′s Japan-occupied Korea
absolutely gorgeous visuals that vaguely reminded me of Hannibal, because of the very deliberate cinematography and the attention lavished upon the DEEPLY DISTURBING and the fact that pretty much every scene has a very tense thread of eroticism
Eroticism that sometimes purposefully REALLY SHOULDN’T BE THERE, OH DEAR GOD
a plot that folds in and around on itself like a fucking origami
and that is explicitly about how the exploitation of women is awful
and that made my jaw hit the floor at least four different times, somewhere M. Night Shyamalan is sobbing in the corner
no seriously, I need to watch this at least once more because THE TWISTS, SWEET JESUS, I WAS RIVETED
who are smart af and also ADORABLE SCHMOOPY NERDS
villains who get what they deserve
obligatory sexy corset-removing scenes
obligatory sexy bathtime scenes
obligatory explicit sex scenes that are really the only beef I have with this movie because was that really necessary did the camera have to linger that long
literally being able to make all the handmaiden and feudal lord jokes I know you guys love
Gone Girl if everything was much prettier and 500% more gay
These are some of my works from 2016. Honestly, I wish I could have done a lot more. Having a full time job and a back problem doesn’t help. But one thing’s for sure, I’m never going to stop doing what I love, and that is drawing. Here’s to another great year! 🙃
“Life is a walking, a journey. So, if life upon Mother Earth is a
journey, there are two ways to walk. We can choose to walk forward or we
can choose to walk backward. Forward Walking choices are rewarded with
consequences that light the way to peace, happiness, joy, comfort,
knowledge, and wisdom. Backward Walking choices bring to the Two-Legged
beings consequences of misery despair, and darkness.”
The art of Diana Dihaze ~ George RedHawk Photo animation
Allah mentions in the Qur'an that He returned Musa (as) to his mother so she wouldn’t be sad. Look at Allah’s concern for the sorrow in her heart.
Don’t you ever think that He doesn’t care about you. He’s aware of your pain. He’s taking care of you even if you can’t see it. He is Al Wadud, The Most Loving. Your pain isn’t trivial to Him. Hold on, keep going. He’s with you.
How ‘Westworld’ Subverts The Madonna And The Whore Complex
The first episode of “Westworld” is a kind of endurance test in watching sexual violence against women.
We see a protagonist, Dolores (played by Evan Rachel Wood), experience one horrific day in a constant loop: after a peaceful trip into town she returns home to find her mother and father murdered. Her beau, Teddy, is killed right in front of her. She is dragged into a nearby barn, screaming, where she is raped offscreen. She’s forced to relive that trauma over and over again ― and we live it with her.
Before “Westworld” had even premiered on HBO, its pilot episode sparked criticism because of the general overabundance of sexual violence against women on the network, particularly on “Game of Thrones.” Critics wondered, was “Westworld,” like “Game of Thrones,” merely going to use the nudity and sexual violence of women as a gimmick, as a tool for shock value? Or was it going to delve deeper?
In August, during HBO’s TCA presentation, one of the show’s creators Lisa Joy responded to the concern. “Sexual violence is an issue we take seriously,” she said.
“[The show is] about exploring the crime, establishing the crime and the torment of the characters within this story and exploring their stories hopefully with dignity and depth.”
The problem that so many movies and TV shows run into, that “Game of Thrones” suffers from, is the fact that rape is so often used as a plot device, a way to move the story along. The aftermath of rape, the impact that it has on the inner world of a character, is rarely ― if ever ― truly unpacked.
You felt invisible while Maryse was talking to Alec about you, even as you were sitting right next to them.
“You can’t be serious Alec! She is an embarrassment to everything Shadowhunters stand for! She doesn’t care for the rules and while being with her, her name falls with ours. I can’t let that happen!”
As much as the words of Maryse hurt you it was way more important for you how Alec would react to it. You loved him but you couldn’t change who you were and clearly not what his mother or the Clave would think of you. Yes, you broke the rules before and you would do it again, but only if they were wrong in such points. You wouldn’t let somebody innocent die just because the rules wanted it that way.
“(Y/n) believes in equally between us and downworlders. Maybe the Clave can’t see it but I can!” Alec gave back and shortly looked at you, before his gaze returned to his mother. “I am with her. Accept it or not but this won’t change, no matter what you do.”
HEADCANON THAT YOOSUNG’S GOT MARRIED TO MC VIA TRADITIONAL KOREAN STYLE BECAUSE OF HIS DOTING MOTHER.
Imagine that the day Yoosung decided to return home to introduce his mother to his new girlfriend, he forgot to tell her that he injured his eye.
Imagine that his mom freaked out upon seeing his half-blind son because why didn’t you TELL ME SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU OMG YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD and nearly chased his son out of the house with a slipper until MC walked in and apologized and came to Yoosung’s rescue what an angel bless u MC
Imagine Yoosung’s mom immediately freezing and looking at MC and instantly warming up to her because omg my game addicted son brought home a pretty girl!
Then when MC and Yoosung finally got engaged, Yoosung’s mom is like: WE’RE HOLDING A TRADITIONAL WEDDING. NO BUTTS. I WON’T HAVE IT IF IT’S NOT A TRADITIONAL WEDDING.
Luciel you’re going to smell like vinegar if you keep that up
When a bizarre hieroglyph found under a deceased homeless man’s armpit is the same from previous casualties a few years ago, the BAU is called in to investigate. Also, Reid decides to take his mother out of a clinical study early to bring her home with him, on CRIMINAL MINDS, Wednesday, Feb. 1 (9:00-10:00 PM, ET/PT) on the CBS Television Network. Jane Lynch returns as Diana Reid, the mother of Dr. Reid.
Imagine you’re the daughter of the king and queen of a powerful realm that has always had good diplomatic relations with Asgard. Your parents and Odin and Frigga often visited each other’s realms, often bringing you, Thor and Loki with them. You and Loki were very close and had eventually fallen in love. When Odin found out, he’d forbidden Loki from stepping foot on your realm and interacting with you, fearing your relationship would harm the diplomacy.
Years have passed. Your spies had been letting you know what’s been happening with Loki while you were separated. Just after Thor and Loki avenged their mother, and Loki was returned to prison, your mother, your last living relative, has passed away, making you queen. Finally, in power, you decided to do whatever it takes to get Loki back.
You arrange a meeting with Odin and threaten Asgard with war unless Loki is released to your custody. Odin initially refuses, but some time later he caves in under two conditions:
1. Loki is never allowed to step foot on Asgardian soil again.
2. Loki will be stripped of Asgardian citizenship and claim your realm’s, so if he’s ever caught in Asgard, he can and will be treated like an invading alien, and dealt with accordingly.
You agree, and the deal is made. You go straight to Loki’s cell. The two of you have a heartwarming reunion. When he asks what you’re doing there, you tell him you came to help him, and remind him of a promise you two made to each other years ago - that you would always look out for each other.
When you arrive in your realm, he asks about Odin’s conditions for his release, and you tell him, honestly, what his adoptive father demanded in return for his freedom. Despite hating Odin, Loki is heartbroken. You tell him that this is his home now and that he never has to be alone again. You say it’s okay if he wants to leave, that you have no intention of forcing him to stay here if he doesn’t want to, but he tells you he’s grateful for what you’ve done and agrees to stay.
You ask him to be your king and rule your realm alongside you, as equals, something he never was with Thor, and he says yes.
-The Cat Lady returned. She purchased eight cans of cat food and a bag of chips. I asked how she was doing. She replied, “I don’t know, I just got here, this is all I want.” She appeared as confused as I was.
-A small child was with his mother. From the moment they entered the store to the moment they left, he was shouting, “MOMMY THAT’S OKAY. MOMMY THAT’S OKAY. MOMMY THAT’S OKAY.” His words echoed around the store for the entirety of their visit. His message remains unclear.
-A woman asked for a refund on a pair of sneakers for her infant. Mother returned, baby shoes, never worn.
-An old man was dressed in a hat that read “SANTA CLAUS” with a Santa Claus shirt. I want to know his motives. It is only September 2, but I appreciate his enthusiasm.
-Cat Lady came back. She purchased another case of cat food at the register next to mine. She then loudly announced that she wanted Chinese food. I am beginning to understand her.
-I spent my break on the phone outside of the store. While on the phone, I was looking at my iPod. While on the phone looking at my iPod, a Best Buy employee walked by, and serenaded me with a song about me. The only lyric I heard was “I got two phones because I got two hands.” I appreciate his art.
-A second grader sat in the back of his mothers cart. As they approached my lane, I heard him shout “Stupid snacks! I don’t want snacks! I want to go home! Snacks are stupid!” I haven’t disagreed with a person so thoroughly since I last heard Trump speak.
-His mother pushed the cart behind her in the hopes of hiding her embarrassment. I asked her how she was doing. She said “Good”. Her son yelled “No good”. I asked if she found everything alright. She said “Yes”. Her son yelled “No we did not”. I appreciate his honesty, but after his opinion on snacks, I decided to pay him no heed.
Putting his key into the lock, Chris opened his front door for the first time in weeks. He had been staying with William, until the boy had up and gone to London, leaving Chris with no choice but to return home. His mothers car was in the driveway, meaning he would have to face her right away. Better to just get it over with.
He took two steps in the door and immediately wanted to turn around and leave. A stack of unpaid bills was the first thing he saw on the little table in the hall. The second thing he noticed was the candle sitting right next to it. He flipped on the switch. Nothing. The power had been cut.
“Mom?” He yelled, but there was no answer. Knowing his mother, she was probably sound asleep. She worked the night shift at a diner two blocks from their house. “Maeve? Ida?” No response from them either. He checked his watch; it was only 9:30 in the morning and Maeve’s volleyball season had ended. Dropping his bag, he made his way up the stairs, to the second floor. His sisters shared a room, right off the landing platform and their door was wide open. Maeve always closed it. She didn’t want him snooping in her stuff she claimed. Stepping in he noticed how different it looked. The drawers were open and clothes were scattered on the floor. The air was stale, as if someone had not opened a window since he had left.
He was starting to get freaked out. His mothers car was in the driveway, he had seen it when he pulled in. Darting out of his sisters room Chris made his way to his mothers and flung open the door. His mother was sound asleep under the covers, her back to him. Her waitress uniform was flung over a chair, take out boxes littered every inch of the room.
“Mom.” She didn’t respond, she didn’t even move. “Mom!” He said it again, this time louder, still nothing. Panic set in, and quicker then lighting he was across the room, on her bed shaking her shoulders. “Mom. Mom come on mom wake up.” Still nothing. “Mom! Mom open your eyes!” He rolled her over on her back, and that was when he noticed her arms. That was when he noticed the needle marks. Chris felt his heart drop in chest. No no no. He wanted to scream. No. This was not happening. It had been two years. His mother had been clean for two years. Glancing up at her bed table, he saw the needles. Four of them in total. Nothing in them remained.
Fuck. Chris had absolutely no idea how long this had been going on. He hadn’t been home in nearly a month! He had only spoken to his mother twice during his time away. She had told him she was proud of him. Proud of him for becoming independent. Had she been high then to? His mind drifted back to his sisters. That feeling in his stomach, rose to the point where he thought he was going to puke. His sisters were only seven and four. And he had left them. They must have been terrified, terrified for their mother who wasn’t waking up, terrified when their lights had gone out, terrified when their brother hadn’t come home. Maeve would remember, she would have known right away what was going on with their mother and would have called the police.
“Mom! Mom wake the fuck up!” He was shaking her now, harder then he was before, and he was yelling. Screaming was the more appropriate word for what he was doing. How could she have done this? She had promised him. Promised that she was done with that life. Done with the drugs that had almost cost her her life.
Chris pressed his hands to his face. Something had to have happened. He glanced back in the direction of his mothers work uniform. He climbed off the bed, and picked it up, rifling through the pockets. His fingers came in contact with a piece of paper. Pulling it out and reading it, the urge to scream came back. It was a notice. His mother had been fired two weeks ago. That had been her trigger, losing her job, the one thing that kept their family afloat.
There had to be something here that could tell him where his sisters went. Picking up his mothers black work pants he found her phone. Jackpot. He went through all of her messages, all of her phone calls, and nothing seemed to stand out until he saw a name that made the hair on his arms stick up.
I need you.
Fredrick. His father, a man he hadn’t spoken to since his mother had kicked him out two years ago. He scrolled through their texts, and the events of the past couple of weeks suddenly became clear.
I lost my job. I know I told you to stay away but I really need your help.
Why won’t you answer me?
The girls won’t stop crying. I can’t concentrate.
Fredrik: I can help you take the edge off.
No. Chris felt his heart break. That was all his father needed. Chris thought back to all those times his mother had called him, whispering in fear because his father had shown up outside their house, demanding to be let in. His father had been looking for a way back into their lives for two years and his mother gave it to him with one text.
I need more. Power is out. Come by when girls are at school.
Fredrik: Check your back porch.
The girls won’t stop crying. I don’t suppose you can give me something for them?
I need more
Hello? Did you not see my text? I need more.
The girls are giving me a head ache. I can’t pay you when I have to feed them.
Fredrik: not my problem. No more until you pay.
I can’t! Just come on! I’m still your wife! Make an acception!
If I didn’t have them I could pay you.
Fredrik: I can take them off your hands.
Fredrik: you won’t have to pay again;
To Fredrik: deal.
Drugs. His mother had traded his sisters for drugs. That’s what his father had wanted. His children. And once he had gotten Chris mother all jacked up, he had used her addiction to take his daughters back. Dropping the phone, Chris ran out of the room into the bathroom and threw up. His father was in no shape to raise two children. His sisters were probably crying for him, wandering why he didn’t come get them. Wiping his mouth, he pulled his phone from his back pocket. He needed help, and he knew exactly who to ask.
She picked up on the last ring.
“Hello?” A groggy voice answered, and Chris remembered it was the weekend. She had probably slept in.
“Hey it’s me. Um I know you said not to call you again, but… I.. I need your help.” Chris wanted to punch himself, the desperation and panic in his voice was so obvious.
Upon hearing his voice, Eva Mohn sat up in her bed. This wasn’t another booty call, this was serious.
“What do you need?“