Love When Creatures Sniff Your Hand And Are Like. Ah Understood

It’s a wonderful day on the Appian Way and you are a horrible praetorial candidate.

I was today years old when I learned that when you type “otp: true” in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship

him: you better not compress down to your Schwarzschild radius tonight

me by 9pm: 

ADHD wrapped

You took 15 600 milligrams of goverment assigned meth

You forgot to take your medicine 105 times

You spent 73 hours on the toilet doing something weird to your body hair or nails

You had to throw away 7 loafs of bread because you forgot about them and they grew mold

You spent 720€ on items you never used

You forgot to make 6 important calls

You gained 12 new hobbies that turned out to be a new object you thought would change your life. You don't even remember buying the crocheting stuff thats haunting your bedroom.

“you should be at the club” i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care

eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.

The sexual tension between me and Tybalt’s sword sheathed in Mercutio’s body

☠ - angry/violent headcanon, ahsoka!

I hope you don’t mind but somehow it turned a bit longer than I have planned but while writing I get inspired by Polish song “Dorosłe Dzieci” (more or less Adult Children) that always gives me too much feelings, especially about all young padawans/Jedi & clones thrown into war. So, here, my headcanon about Ahsoka and stages oof her anger:

Ahsoka wasn’t prone to anger by nature. She was very bright child, who loved - and was loved - unconditionally. There was nothing to be angry about when she lived with family on her native planet. At least until bad people showed up one day and took her away from safe home.

She didn’t feel anger then, not really, because cold fear filled her up; she was so small and  helpless. But the Jedi came  and saved her from bad people, and her parents decided she would be much safer at Jedi Temple, so little Ahsoka agreed. She connected to Jedi in a way she never did with anyone. There was no anger at her family. Something inside her mind, some voice she never heard before but knew it means no harm to her, said it’s right thing to do.

When she grew up in Jedi Temple, she was told that anger is bad. It corrupts a good person and leads to the Dark Side. Jedi never should act on such emotion, never should feel it. The lack of passion, lack of emotions is what makes person a good Jedi. Ahsoka wanted to be a good Jedi, so she never questioned her teachers. They were after all masters, older and wiser than her.

Then came war.

At first, Ahsoka was excited. She trained her whole life to serve Republic and in her young mind she already saw all the great adventures awaiting her, all the chances to prove how good Jedi she was. She wasn’t chosen as padawan by anyone for years, and the older she grew the more she feared that Council will finally sent her away, far, far away from Temple, from people she knew, from things she understand. She wasn’t angry at the thought though, just  scared to be the drop out, the failure. The members of Jedi Council were wise. Wiser than anyone else. There was no point to be angry at their decision. Being angry would only prove she wasn’t worth to be Jedi. Simple.

After all, she was chosen by no one else than Anakin Skywalker. The one rumored to be special among Jedi. Destined to do great things. Ahsoka was willing to do everything to prove she was worth the honor. Only to learn, he did never ask for padawan.

She was frustrated, yes. Not angry. Anger was bad and after all, she was where master Yoda ordered her to be. He said, she was meant to be his student, and she would not have it any other way. But the first mission wasn’t that great fun like she imagined. People were dying. She almost died too. But she survived and was accepted as padawan by Skywalker. Everything seemed to be alright.

Except it wasn’t.

The more days passed, the more tightly something clutched her inside. Ahsoka wasn’t prone to anger by nature, but which every battle, she fought more furious. It wasn’t anger, she kept thinking, while cutting droids in half, while piercing through the living body of enemies. Killing people once seemed so cruel, so devastating, so overwhelming, she couldn’t think straight for days. Now, it was nothing to dwell on. She was protecting her troopers, her comrades. Dead enemy couldn’t kill them,  couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.

Continua a leggere

Okay so a production of Hamlet that ends with “Goodnight, sweet prince,” etc. and then Horatio looks up and sees the audience for the first time and is both shocked and furious, because his world is falling apart and you sat there and watched.