star sickness

Yoonbum didn’t suck sangwoo’s dick because he wanted to oh my god how can y'all be so slow he was literally crying and saying how much he hates him and that he doesn’t loves him anymore on chapter 15 and y'all believe he’ll be wanting to give him the succ now ?? Now that he realized he isn’t in love with sangwoo anymore he’s using their “relationship” as a way to make things easier for him, he couldn’t tell sangwoo he was crying in the bathroom because he tried to scape and nobody believed him, he had to distract him from that in some way and he knows that sangwoo is sexually attracted to him, I don’t know if he believes sangwoo loves him but he definitely knows he makes him feel some kind of way, remember that this isn’t the first time he tried to use sex as a way to “distract” sangwoo (even if before it didn’t work so well) So no, don’t come here trying to tell me he was horny for sangwoo because that’s just how you wanted it to be

chloejanerememberthename  asked:

oh gosh, what if Ahsoka formed the perfect foil to overly doting boyfriend ovi wan and like - made anakin actually do his job when he tries to duck out. "If we were more busy with Jedi work skyguy I guess I wouldn't have accidentally taped over love in the stars" "oh you're sick and have to stay in bed? be a shame if some khor slugs found their way in there" [Banging pots and pans] "WAKE UP SKYGUY"

OK, this is a good thing. Ahsoka just being like “NEWP GET THE HELL OUTTA BED SKYGUY” while Obi-Wan is like “now Ahsoka, he gets very cranky when you do that and he might have a bad hair day and it could cause him to get that mysterious space virus again and I can’t afford any more takeout this month” and Ahsoka is just like OMG MASTER KENOBI STAAAHP HE IS PLAYING YOU LOOK AT HIM HE IS SMILING IN HIS “SLEEP”.

“rogue one forces us to ask: are the rebels really the good guys?”






SO MUCH GENOCIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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The cool thing is that you could totally use these as little snippet moments, like referencing the silliness to explain something else going on. Oh god, mid battle and Leia starts cracking up and Han is looking at her like she’s nuts but she just heard Ekkereth go BINGO across space and it’s the BEST

Okay but what if this happens during the final battle with the Emperor?

So Anakin is still undercover and Leia is pretending to be a captive and Luke is doing his best impression of a Conflicted Jedi™ - and the whole time Palpatine is just…expounding. The Alliance is doomed and Luke’s Jedi teachers have failed him and probably don’t trust him anyway and there’s only one way to save his friends and


Luke startles, a little too obviously, at the sound of Anakin’s voice in his head, and then has to play it off as some kind of angry response to Palpatine while he tries desperately not to laugh.

i can remember being nothing but fearless and young
we’ve become echoes, but echoes that fade away

What It’s Really Like To Be Chronically Ill

Lauren Anne

Society’s recent obsession with cancer stories and movies like The Fault in Our Stars made me realize that the average person doesn’t know what it’s really like to be sick. Chronically sick. What it’s like to wake up every morning and know you’re never going to get better. No amount of medicine, doctors, surgeries, and procedures can fix you.

I think the reason why people today love to hear about cancer stories is because they are just that. They are stories. They have a beginning, middle, and an end. While that end may not be a happy one, people are satisfied with closure. But my story doesn’t have an end. And people don’t seem to like stories without an ending.

Being sick isn’t as glamorous as they make it out to be in the movies. And unlike cancer perks, there are no “chronic illness perks.” Except maybe those really good lollipops at the doctor’s office. Those are definitely a perk.

The worst part about being chronically sick isn’t the physical pain, it’s the emotional pain that goes along with it. You reach a point where you can’t hold back the tears any longer and suddenly you’re breaking down in the middle of a doctor’s office. You think you can escape the emotional torture; your disease is purely physical, right?

The worst part is that there is no escape. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. There is no happy ending. There is no way to make the incurable go away. We learn to tolerate the physical pain. You have to. But it’s the overwhelming emotional burden that makes you feel like someone is holding your head down in the water. You can fight it, but you can never overcome that crushing feeling. How are you supposed to get rid of an emotional suffocation when the source of it is never going to go away?

Being sick is being stuck in the eternal clutch of the unknown. Any day anything could go wrong, or at least more wrong than it already has. It’s so hard not to feel anxious or depressed or completely lost when all that lies ahead is a giant question mark. You rarely seem to get answers when you are sick. And when you do, they’re often the answers you wish you hadn’t heard any way.

There’s one thing every single sick person wishes for, but rarely gets. Hope. Hope that one day things will get better. Hope that there will finally be a day when your pain is a zero on that silly little scale. Hope that one day you’ll get a glimpse of normal.

I know technically being sick means my genes suck or my body just plain hates me, but somehow being sick has made me better. I may be biased, but I think that sick people — especially young sick people — are some of the best people you will ever meet. Now don’t get me wrong, healthy people are great too. But when you’re sick, you understand things that other people might take for granted.

You learn to love every good second, every good minute, of any of those few good days you might have. You don’t fear death because you’ve already stared it straight in the face quite a few times. You know it’s not important to dwell on the little things. You have more important things to worry about.

So as many times as I’ve wished to be normal for even just a day, I’ve appreciated my life, both the good and the bad, so much more as a chronically ill young person that I ever could have as a regular teenager.

Being sick makes you strong. Being sick makes you weak. Being sick gives you insight and knowledge about life as it eats away at your own. Being sick is the greatest blessing in disguise. It is so much more than just having an illness. It’s having your entire life be taken out of your control, and fighting to get it back. And that fight will never end.

—  “what it’s really like to be chronically ill” by Lauren Anne