tough-shit

>tough shit!

Tytuł: Tough shit!
Opis: Louis nareszcie skończył studia. Otrzymał swój wymarzony staż i właśnie gnał do banku po pierwszą wypłatę, gdy w drzwiach wpadł na Harry’ego, dyrektora instytucji. Przerażony, oczywiście, stereotypowo daje zaprosić się na herbatę w ramach przeprosin. Zanim dowiaduje się o kilku bardzo ważnych rzeczach dotyczących czterdziestolatka, angażuje się tak bardzo w ich relacje, że postanawia zaryzykować. Niektórym osobom nie bardzo się to podoba.
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You know, we can make fun of it because it was very much a cliched NOOOOOO but my heart broke for Luke then. Because Vader had been toying with him; Luke would have known that much – that Vader was holding back, nudging him, testing him – but not knowing why. He’d assume it was cruelty, like a lothcat pawing at her prey, and this is a very fair assumption to make. Vader oversaw Leia’s torture (the scars the torture droid left are minute, tucked behind her ears and below her collarbone, and she’ll never tell him precisely how it felt; but he has these dreams and when he wakes his head echoes with screams –) Anyway. Vader oversaw Han’s torture as well – they didn’t even ask me questions – and Luke may not have been there in person but you can bet he felt it. Not all of it; but a whisper of fear, a clutch of pain; an image of red, red, red

Go back a bit. Yes, fandom loves to drag Luke for Leia comforting him for the death of his mentor just after her planet exploded into stardust and nothingness (her parents, her friends, her everything); but acknowledging his pain doesn’t diminish hers; and, think about it, he’s just lost the only parents he’s ever known (found their red-stained skeletons, reaching across the sands) and he finds Obi Wan and Obi Wan was the first person in his entire life who seemed to understand him, understand his hunger for life beyond Tattooine’s red sands. And he died too, and Luke watched powerless, and he watched Vader kick at Obi Wan’s empty robes. (Luke wasn’t to know that Anakin couldn’t quite believe that Obi Wan was dead, that he half-expected the robes to come back to life and scold him and –). So: the boy’s been through a lot. And throughout this he’s been thinking of his father. His bold and brave father. His Jedi father. In his dreams, his father looks a little like Obi Wan, a little like Owen, a little like a holo he saw of some senator once – no idea why – and he’s smiling. He says things like Luke I’ll teach you to be a Jedi and shows him how to meditate and teaches him to fight and is never cryptic or strange and speaks like a normal fucking person (angry, are you. you do it on purpose you little alien – just say you are angry –). 

He idolizes his father – quite literally. He builds an idol of him and he worships it, because he doesn’t have much left. He’s only twenty. 

And then this monster, this terror, this thing that has haunted his nightmares, this thing that has tortured his friends, slaughtered innocents, toyed with him – this thing says I am your father and he’s telling the truth, Luke knows, and in that moment Vader kills his father again, because all those lovely warm daydreams, all those stories he’d used to lull himself back to sleep after waking from another heart-stoppingly terrible dream (about Han dying in a swish of red lightsabre, or Leia howling her pain to the stars, or just the skeletons of two kind people who had raised a child that was not their own) – all those stories are gone. They are gone. His father is gone, and his father is here, and so he screams. 

Reminder that whatever you’re going through, you don’t have to go through it alone. Whenever you’re ready to talk about it to someone, they will listen. Don’t let bad experiences ruin you and your life. You’re better than that and you deserve better. Never think it is your fault. Shit happens sometimes. And we are just human. 

Most of all, know that you can get through this, i too got through it. And i have words to remember that by: “We move forward”

I can assure you that you don’t have to suffer through it alone, seek help, talk to someone. Don’t let yourself fall apart, cause it’s easier keeping yourself together than picking up the pieces again.

I learned and went through so much. And i can tell you, that’s it gonna be ok. Just, allow yourself to be ok. Give yourself permission to be ok,

  • The seed of suffering in you may be strong, but don’t wait until you have no more suffering before allowing yourself to be happy.
    Thich Nhat Hanh 

imagine guzma just walking around the mansion and finding one of the grunts crying by themself in a corner somewhere and his heart just breaks so he goes over and squats next to them and he’s just like “it’s ok buddy, i like to cry by myself sometimes too”

and the grunts trying to wipe their tears away so they dont seem weak in front of the boss like “what really??”

and guzma just smiles like “cryin aint nothin to be ashamed of, everyones got somethin goin on, and cryins the best way to let it out i guess”

and this grunts just looking at guzma with love and admiration and stars in their eyes like ‘im in love with u’