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Aug. 9th, 2017
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anakin skywalker is ten years old when he escapes the Order. he’s already a gifted pilot, but he is a child, and he misses his mother. he steals a ship. or rather, he steals aboard a ship.
it’s a credit to his force sensitivity that he manages to escape the Temple - escape from his and Master Obi Wan’s adjoined padawan-master rooms - and out into the Coruscanti underworld both unseen and unscathed. an untrained padawan should not have such strong shields. he follows the scent of illicit activity and finds the smugglers. there were plenty of them in this too loud, dark and scary city-planet, and smugglers were predictable. years of listening to the pilots in various cantinas had taught anakin quite a lot about smuggling. like the fact that hutt space was as good as wild space when it came to the law of the republic. he steals away on a ship that stinks of spice.
anakin ends up on Kessel fifteen parsecs later; obi wan has set the general alarm back at the temple, and, unbeknownst to anakin, is quite beside himself with worry. master windu is angry, unsurprised, and master yoda is quietly speculative. he does not say a word. obi wan wonders if he’s failed already, after barely a year of having a padawan, he’s lost the chosen one. he sets off in pursuit alone, ignoring the disapproval from members of the council who believe no one jedi - not a padawan, not a master, and not even the chosen one - are worth such risks. there’s whispers about attachment as he leaves.
to his credit, anakin makes it to hutt space, even if the twin suns of tatooine were many, many parsecs away. to his credit, he even manages to sneak off the ship with a minimum of trouble (he’s only spotted once, and managed to get away without even taking out his lightsaber-)
he runs right into a young and particularly chatty pirate, who recognizes his clothes and padawan braid for what they were right away. Hondo Ohnaka is ecstatic. His first Jedi!!! A small one, but complete with a lightsaber! He would fetch a handsome price indeed, Mama would be so happy, think of the profits!!!
anakin stops him right there and shouts him down in a way that might indeed have made obi wan proud; at ten, anakin skywalker negotiates himself out of being sold with no leverage, no money, and no help on a strange planet full of criminals and smugglers. it turns out that hondo knows all about slavery. he is a weequay, after all, and the Hutts had made slaves of his people for years. he doesn’t miss his homeworld Sriluur, but he understands missing his mother.
anakin skywalker is ten years old when he becomes a pirate in the Ohnaka Gang, and he and his captain have a bone to pick with the Hutts.
anakin skywalker is ten years old when he escapes the Order. he’s already a gifted pilot, but he is a child, and he misses his mother. he steals a ship. or rather, he steals aboard a ship.
it’s a credit to his force sensitivity that he manages to escape the Temple - escape from his and Master Obi Wan’s adjoined padawan-master rooms - and out into the Coruscanti underworld both unseen and unscathed. an untrained padawan should not have such strong shields. he follows the scent of illicit activity and finds the smugglers. there were plenty of them in this too loud, dark and scary city-planet, and smugglers were predictable. years of listening to the pilots in various cantinas had taught anakin quite a lot about smuggling. like the fact that hutt space was as good as wild space when it came to the law of the republic. he steals away on a ship that stinks of spice.
anakin ends up on Kessel fifteen parsecs later; obi wan has set the general alarm back at the temple, and, unbeknownst to anakin, is quite beside himself with worry. master windu is angry, unsurprised, and master yoda is quietly speculative. he does not say a word. obi wan wonders if he’s failed already, after barely a year of having a padawan, he’s lost the chosen one. he sets off in pursuit alone, ignoring the disapproval from members of the council who believe no one jedi - not a padawan, not a master, and not even the chosen one - are worth such risks. there’s whispers about attachment as he leaves.
to his credit, anakin makes it to hutt space, even if the twin suns of tatooine were many, many parsecs away. to his credit, he even manages to sneak off the ship with a minimum of trouble (he’s only spotted once, and managed to get away without even taking out his lightsaber-)
he runs right into a young and particularly chatty pirate, who recognizes his clothes and padawan braid for what they were right away. Hondo Ohnaka is ecstatic. His first Jedi!!! A small one, but complete with a lightsaber! He would fetch a handsome price indeed, Mama would be so happy, think of the profits!!!
anakin stops him right there and shouts him down in a way that might indeed have made obi wan proud; at ten, anakin skywalker negotiates himself out of being sold with no leverage, no money, and no help on a strange planet full of criminals and smugglers. it turns out that hondo knows all about slavery. he is a weequay, after all, and the Hutts had made slaves of his people for years. he doesn’t miss his homeworld Sriluur, but he understands missing his mother.
anakin skywalker is ten years old when he becomes a pirate in the Ohnaka Gang, and he and his captain have a bone to pick with the Hutts.
via http://ift.tt/2hKN17r:Help with medical costs, unfortunately. (Only if you can.):
reachmouse:
aimmyarrowshigh:
aimmyarrowshigh:
I know everyone hates these and doesn’t even read them, but just in case:
You may have noticed a slowing down of my content (even reblogs, honestly, but particularly my original stuff) in 2017, and that’s because I’ve been in Medical Hell. I posted the other day about my frustration that it’s taken 10+ years of trying to get a doctor to listen to me about the OBVIOUS PROBLEMS that I’ve had with my endocrine system, but now that someone has, it was basically just in time to discover that it might be too late to do much good. I have a pre-op appointment tomorrow in preparation for an emergency D&C and biopsy of a 5x7x1″ mass in my uterus – fun times! And probably something that someone should have LISTENED TO ME ABOUT IN THE LAST TEN YEARS, but whatever.
The point is, I’ve spent over $15,000 in 2017 alone just to get to the point of “we ALMOST have a diagnosis?” and if you can spare $1-3 to help me out, I would appreciate it so much. My workplace has been very clear that they do not support sick leave and “strongly prefer” for seriously ill workers to “quit,” which is only adding to my anxiety and stress about the coming events. That said, I acknowledge that I do currently HAVE a workplace, and I will not pretend that as such, I am not in a better position than many when it comes to asking for help. I 100% recognize that, as well as the fact that many of my followers/friends are not in a position to help me out. That is totally okay! No pressure. Just, if you’ve enjoyed my presence in fandom or my blog or any of the stuff I posted over the years, a couple of bucks (or even a buck) from each of my followers would be a huge, huge help, especially if I do lose my job and health insurance for being sick.
Just as a small rundown of Happy Things, since good lord do I need a reminder of Happy Things, and as a small reminder of stuff that I’ve made that you might have enjoyed:
Over 350 fics in various fandoms over the last few years, including Star Wars, One Direction, and The Hunger Games.
Star Wars Worlds/A Galaxy Far, Far Away
Totally Awesome Cartoon Girls All Grown Up
Halloween Spookstravaganza: Every Halloween Special Ever Made
Other graphics
Random meta/other.
The Panem Companion
Fic!: How Fanfiction Took Over the World
Divergent Thinking
Like I said, I understand that at this exact moment, I have a job still and that puts me in a position of privilege compared to many who ask for help. I 100% understand if you choose not to donate a few dollars towards helping me recoup and prepare for future treatments. If even a third of my followers can help me out, though, I will be able to at least have some security towards my September rent in case my job does follow through on their threats to “encourage me to quit for my health and well-being,” which… capitalism.
Thanks all, if you stuck through this messy post and read it. Thank you.
Updates: First off, thank you SO SOSOSO SO much to everyone who has helped out so far!
Today I’m headed back to the hospital for the second of three hardcore injections to basically cut off communication between my pituitary gland and my endocrine system to try to get the mass to stop growing. I have the surgery and pre-op/post-op treatments scheduled.
And I found out yesterday that my apartment building is going condo and I’m being kicked out. :))))))))))))))))))))
::slowly screams through clenched teeth::
Again, if you have been able to help, I appreciate it so much. And while obviously right now immediately financial help is the most *useful* I also mean: thank you if you’ve ever been a part of making my experience in fandom positive over the last, pff, what, eighteen years? Even though objectively this is either the worst or second-worst thing I’ve had to go through, and I definitely do need your positive vibes and a non-negative bank account, having something to find some emotional refuge in helps, too.
Love you all. If you’re a person inclined to donate, please do. If you’re a person inclined to pray or whatever, that’s good, too.
Please help my Vee, even if it’s just to boost. She is the Very Best People who deserves to get through this mess okay. @vaspider or @seananmcguire, do you mind lifting this up to your followers? I know you guys understand the pain of Surprise Medical Nonsense That Doctors Ignored, Grrrrrrrrr.
reachmouse:
aimmyarrowshigh:
aimmyarrowshigh:
I know everyone hates these and doesn’t even read them, but just in case:
You may have noticed a slowing down of my content (even reblogs, honestly, but particularly my original stuff) in 2017, and that’s because I’ve been in Medical Hell. I posted the other day about my frustration that it’s taken 10+ years of trying to get a doctor to listen to me about the OBVIOUS PROBLEMS that I’ve had with my endocrine system, but now that someone has, it was basically just in time to discover that it might be too late to do much good. I have a pre-op appointment tomorrow in preparation for an emergency D&C and biopsy of a 5x7x1″ mass in my uterus – fun times! And probably something that someone should have LISTENED TO ME ABOUT IN THE LAST TEN YEARS, but whatever.
The point is, I’ve spent over $15,000 in 2017 alone just to get to the point of “we ALMOST have a diagnosis?” and if you can spare $1-3 to help me out, I would appreciate it so much. My workplace has been very clear that they do not support sick leave and “strongly prefer” for seriously ill workers to “quit,” which is only adding to my anxiety and stress about the coming events. That said, I acknowledge that I do currently HAVE a workplace, and I will not pretend that as such, I am not in a better position than many when it comes to asking for help. I 100% recognize that, as well as the fact that many of my followers/friends are not in a position to help me out. That is totally okay! No pressure. Just, if you’ve enjoyed my presence in fandom or my blog or any of the stuff I posted over the years, a couple of bucks (or even a buck) from each of my followers would be a huge, huge help, especially if I do lose my job and health insurance for being sick.
Just as a small rundown of Happy Things, since good lord do I need a reminder of Happy Things, and as a small reminder of stuff that I’ve made that you might have enjoyed:
Over 350 fics in various fandoms over the last few years, including Star Wars, One Direction, and The Hunger Games.
Star Wars Worlds/A Galaxy Far, Far Away
Totally Awesome Cartoon Girls All Grown Up
Halloween Spookstravaganza: Every Halloween Special Ever Made
Other graphics
Random meta/other.
The Panem Companion
Fic!: How Fanfiction Took Over the World
Divergent Thinking
Like I said, I understand that at this exact moment, I have a job still and that puts me in a position of privilege compared to many who ask for help. I 100% understand if you choose not to donate a few dollars towards helping me recoup and prepare for future treatments. If even a third of my followers can help me out, though, I will be able to at least have some security towards my September rent in case my job does follow through on their threats to “encourage me to quit for my health and well-being,” which… capitalism.
Thanks all, if you stuck through this messy post and read it. Thank you.
Updates: First off, thank you SO SOSOSO SO much to everyone who has helped out so far!
Today I’m headed back to the hospital for the second of three hardcore injections to basically cut off communication between my pituitary gland and my endocrine system to try to get the mass to stop growing. I have the surgery and pre-op/post-op treatments scheduled.
And I found out yesterday that my apartment building is going condo and I’m being kicked out. :))))))))))))))))))))
::slowly screams through clenched teeth::
Again, if you have been able to help, I appreciate it so much. And while obviously right now immediately financial help is the most *useful* I also mean: thank you if you’ve ever been a part of making my experience in fandom positive over the last, pff, what, eighteen years? Even though objectively this is either the worst or second-worst thing I’ve had to go through, and I definitely do need your positive vibes and a non-negative bank account, having something to find some emotional refuge in helps, too.
Love you all. If you’re a person inclined to donate, please do. If you’re a person inclined to pray or whatever, that’s good, too.
Please help my Vee, even if it’s just to boost. She is the Very Best People who deserves to get through this mess okay. @vaspider or @seananmcguire, do you mind lifting this up to your followers? I know you guys understand the pain of Surprise Medical Nonsense That Doctors Ignored, Grrrrrrrrr.
hamelin-born: water–spirit: lolalittlebub:
Aug. 9th, 2017 06:46 pmvia http://ift.tt/2uqbFwe:
hamelin-born:
water–spirit:
lolalittlebub:
I’m a seahorse trainer!
Then that would make me the Coral Reef mermaid!!
@darthrevaan @elenothar
For my friend @elenothar, the sea witch.
hamelin-born:
water–spirit:
lolalittlebub:
I’m a seahorse trainer!
Then that would make me the Coral Reef mermaid!!
@darthrevaan @elenothar
For my friend @elenothar, the sea witch.
via http://ift.tt/2uq6Ab1:
brittajj26:
candiikismet:
unpretty:
ways i have tricked people into thinking i am competent:
bought a really nice looking fountain pen
that sounds like a joke but fountain pens are cheap as shit and when you use one people look at you like you’re a fucking wizard
this hero 901 cost me $3 on ebay and i don’t know why people assume that this is a pen for intelligent people but they do
it works better when i am using a nice notebook and not the avengers notebook that makes it look like the hulk is grabbing my sweet pen
i write in code which for some reason leads everyone to assume that i am some kind of da vinci motherfucker, instead of the reality, which is that i am writing about dicks and don’t want anyone to know
it looks like i am constantly taking notes on everything which is both intimidating and inaccurate, just the way i like it
i bought a usb clicker/laser pointer for $11 and now it seems like i’ve got this shit on lock, like i am so pro at giving presentations i even own accessories
holding a clicker makes you seem at least 10% more like you know what you’re talking about i’m pretty sure
i check the weekly freebies on creativemarket every monday so now i have a huge folder of pro-looking website themes and powerpoint templates and fill-in-the-blank resumes (also a lot of autumnal clipart and watercolor flowers and script fonts but that is less relevant)
i bought a ceramic coffee mug at world market years ago and it makes me look like a productive coffee-drinker because no one knows it’s full of hot cocoa
i don’t know why drinking coffee makes you look busy it just does even though i’m pretty sure it statistically reduces productivity
bonus: not only does no one know i’m just drinking Depression Chocolate but they think i am being Environmentally Conscious rather than Poor As Shit
extra bonus: i can take a sip whenever it looks like someone is going to ask a question and then they ask someone else
i almost never have to answer questions and i leave the room a lot because i have to pee constantly so double extra bonus
“That’s a very good question, and one that deserves an in-depth answer, so if you’d like to leave me your card I’d be happy to discuss it with you later one-on-one” aka “how DARE you suggest i waste everyone’s time answering this question right now” aka “lmfao i have no fucking clue what you just said please let me secretly google that okay”
bonus: now it seems like you are a sophisticated grownup who assumes everyone has A Card and if they have to settle for writing their email on a scrap of paper you can feel smug about it even though in your heart you know that you are no better
i’ve got anxiety and poor impulse control and anxiety about my poor impulse control so i generally say jack shit about shit and this constant silence is often misinterpreted as aloof observation
no one knows that my air of mystery is actually a bad case of the shy and i am too shy to correct them so it works out
when i’m on my laptop and i don’t want anyone to notice how much i’m dicking around i turn the brightness way down so they can’t snoop without being obvious
at least one window of notepad++ with some random html page or css stylesheet in it makes randos assume you are some kind of genius doing some genius shit, unless they are CS major randos, in which case i guess find an intimidating looking excel spreadsheet and hope for the best
Wow
My old fountain pen is busted, so I’m gonna get a new one of this new job works out
brittajj26:
candiikismet:
unpretty:
ways i have tricked people into thinking i am competent:
bought a really nice looking fountain pen
that sounds like a joke but fountain pens are cheap as shit and when you use one people look at you like you’re a fucking wizard
this hero 901 cost me $3 on ebay and i don’t know why people assume that this is a pen for intelligent people but they do
it works better when i am using a nice notebook and not the avengers notebook that makes it look like the hulk is grabbing my sweet pen
i write in code which for some reason leads everyone to assume that i am some kind of da vinci motherfucker, instead of the reality, which is that i am writing about dicks and don’t want anyone to know
it looks like i am constantly taking notes on everything which is both intimidating and inaccurate, just the way i like it
i bought a usb clicker/laser pointer for $11 and now it seems like i’ve got this shit on lock, like i am so pro at giving presentations i even own accessories
holding a clicker makes you seem at least 10% more like you know what you’re talking about i’m pretty sure
i check the weekly freebies on creativemarket every monday so now i have a huge folder of pro-looking website themes and powerpoint templates and fill-in-the-blank resumes (also a lot of autumnal clipart and watercolor flowers and script fonts but that is less relevant)
i bought a ceramic coffee mug at world market years ago and it makes me look like a productive coffee-drinker because no one knows it’s full of hot cocoa
i don’t know why drinking coffee makes you look busy it just does even though i’m pretty sure it statistically reduces productivity
bonus: not only does no one know i’m just drinking Depression Chocolate but they think i am being Environmentally Conscious rather than Poor As Shit
extra bonus: i can take a sip whenever it looks like someone is going to ask a question and then they ask someone else
i almost never have to answer questions and i leave the room a lot because i have to pee constantly so double extra bonus
“That’s a very good question, and one that deserves an in-depth answer, so if you’d like to leave me your card I’d be happy to discuss it with you later one-on-one” aka “how DARE you suggest i waste everyone’s time answering this question right now” aka “lmfao i have no fucking clue what you just said please let me secretly google that okay”
bonus: now it seems like you are a sophisticated grownup who assumes everyone has A Card and if they have to settle for writing their email on a scrap of paper you can feel smug about it even though in your heart you know that you are no better
i’ve got anxiety and poor impulse control and anxiety about my poor impulse control so i generally say jack shit about shit and this constant silence is often misinterpreted as aloof observation
no one knows that my air of mystery is actually a bad case of the shy and i am too shy to correct them so it works out
when i’m on my laptop and i don’t want anyone to notice how much i’m dicking around i turn the brightness way down so they can’t snoop without being obvious
at least one window of notepad++ with some random html page or css stylesheet in it makes randos assume you are some kind of genius doing some genius shit, unless they are CS major randos, in which case i guess find an intimidating looking excel spreadsheet and hope for the best
Wow
My old fountain pen is busted, so I’m gonna get a new one of this new job works out