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losing my mind at how Mandalorian Grogu would be the shortest Mandalorian ever

like full grown Yoda was like what, barely waist high? You’re just chilling in the cantina when you hear a blaster click behind you, and you hear a monotone “I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” and you turn around just to see this small ass mf holding you at gun point

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I like how it’s- “Sane Person” and “P.E.A.R” because that’s exactly what it is

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Wow. Talk about attention to detail.

Video here: https://twitter.com/javi_draws/status/965260617790738432?s=21

fic writers for the mandalorian ! this vid ended up being pretty interesting analytically wrt din’s fighting style and what benefits him — i don’t agree w everything stated in it just due to differing opinions / analysis and ofc some things have changed because this vid was posted before s2, but regardless it’s still pretty useful for understanding his weapons (most helpful bit imo) + the way he fights

(+ anything u might disagree w or that has been removed from or changed in canon by the end of s2 is addressed and analyzed by many ppl in the comments! so thats useful too)

The brightest sunlight.

“Oooooooooh,” they smiled - a bright thing to shine on their face. I couldn’t help but notice the way their lips curled upwards, the way their eyes shine and the wrinkles in their face.  Couldn’t help but notice how dazzling they look when they smile. I’m looking at them again. They’re smiling again - their lips are curled into a happy curve and the warmth in their gaze as they look at me is enough to start a fire. They’re chuckling - their shoulders shaking softly, the sound like a gentle rhythm to my ears. I opened my eyes, slowly. Blinked away the sleep from them a few times. I see their face, just a few inches away from mine. A sleepy murmur slipped past their lips - and I couldn’t help but chuckle fondly. But then, impossibly, they smiled in their sleep. Then, impossibly, they chuckled. Another sleepy murmur slipped by them; a nonsensical, ridiculous, beautiful sound. They’re laughing. I made them laugh. Their face is lit up like a thousand sunlights. The sound of their laughter filled the air like a thousand melodies. The warmth - the shining warmth - in their eyes made me melt to their very core. I was a candle in their fire and I was relishing every minute of it.

They have their arms wrapped around me. I have my arms wrapped around them. Our foreheads are pressed together - the closeness of them with me and me with them and us together and we.

“I love you,” they murmur to me. I chuckle.

about time for a new one of these…one that has a proper explanation of where I am, and how things are going.

tl;dr: my name is Seth, I’m a queer trans dude with a laundry list of disabilities. I live with a super conservative family that is kind of forcing me back into the closet, despite me being Out of it for nearly 15 years, among worse things. I moved here from an even worse situation, and am hoping to someday move from here to a more stable and happy place with my best friend who lives across the country. I super need help for that to happen while I wait on disability to pull through, which could be any day now, but also could be several years from now, from what I understand of the system.

longer story is basically, I moved from an emotionally volatile home where we constantly struggled to feed ourselves and argued and screamed constantly, to here. I eat much more reliably, and there isn’t shouting, but I am also consistently told I am just not trying when my disabilities prevent me from doing things, am pushed to go back into the closet because family members ‘don’t understand’ and ‘struggle to adapt’ to things like my name change and using words like ‘he’ in reference to me. my stepdad, after knowing full well that I am disabled and struggle to take care of myself by doing basic tasks many days, has expressed frustration with my inability to do basic people or adult things on a reliable basis. my grandfather no longer speaks to me beyond short responses, often ignoring me unless specifically prompted to respond by my mother. and my mother is fond of ‘jokingly’ suggesting that I go without dinner, go back to my room so they don’t have to deal with me, and telling me that I am ‘expensive’ while going out of her way to do anything for me, like pick up meds or buy hair dye that I expressed an interest in obtaining someday after I have money to do so on my own. they’re all strong supporters of Trump, as well.

I’m struggling to feel hopeful for the future pretty often here. I want to leave, but I have nowhere near enough funds to do so, considering I have half of my belongings across the state still, and the place I want to move is all the way across the country, as well as needing funding to get into a place to start. my best friend, Kat, is willing to move in with me somehow. Kat has work, and we’re hoping to get into a house, we’re looking at a few of them, but we kind of need a lot of help, both to get things started on that end, and also to get me from Oregon to Florida. 

at this point, we have a few options, and we’re not sure which is more cost effective because everything wants to know how much you have, when you’ll be leaving, etc. etc. and we’re just looking for quotes to aim for at the moment. I’ll need assistance in getting my things packed and moved, so a moving service is likely going to be required, and then I’ll need to get over there, which likely means a plane or train ticket if we have movers take my things all the way there. on the other hand, there’s things like a uhaul, and Kat driving us all that way, which is difficult and stressful, but also means we can stop places along the way and decompress a little bit. there are those storage container things they ship across the country as well, which would also require some kind of transit for me to get there too…

first things first though, we need funds to get a place. it’s super cheaper to buy a two bedroom house and deal with the mortgage than it is to pay rent, where we’re looking. average two bedroom place with the accommodations I need is about $600-800 per month on a mortgage, rather than $950-1500 per month in rent. both are around the same initial cost with a down payment, versus first and last month’s rent, deposits, fees, etc. we’re assuming around $5,000 for a down payment.

even if you can’t donate, you can help by reblogging this, sharing elsewhere, waving down family members with money, @ celebrities, any of that. as for links…

my paypal (has my deadname): https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/seththemuse my gofundme, which I can’t update fully with all of this information because my family has the page’s URL: https://www.gofundme.com/f/moving-fund-assistance

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