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dreamgrlarchive · 1 year

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Dear dream girl, I really want to be my dream girl but I don’t know where to start. I feel unmotivated most of the time and I only get a burst of motivation at like 3 am. I just what to glow and radiate good energy for myself and find/do what I like

Oh, So You Wanna Be a Dream Girl? 🎀

starting your dream girl journey

Congrats on choosing yourself and your tiara; I am so proud. Prepare to not be liked, to be judged, and to stand out. It’s lonely at the top.

*this guide is for starting the process, not reaching the end result because my version of my own dream girl is inevitably different than yours. bare in mind i’m not holding your hand. i’m nudging you in a good direction.

what is a dream girl?

a dream girl is a girl that has finally fallen in love with who she sees in the mirror. she’s the girl that she can depend on. she has her desired look and she’s on the path to self actualization actively. she’s aware of her branding. she holds herself to the standards she holds other to; and they are HIGH. her self worth isn’t contingent upon a love interest, amount of money, or social status. she’s simply that girl.

do some healing.

yes, i said it. healing. like i’ve said before, you cannot put glitter on literal garbage. that’s not even the slightest bit appealing. you’re gonna journal about your childhood, your biggest influences in life, your biggest fears and how you feel life has treated you. this calls for shadow work. shadow working really helped me figure out some of my toxic traits and how some of the things that were considered normal to me as a child have affected me in the long run. you’re also gonna write hypothetical letters to your loved (and not-so-loved) ones, including yourself. let it all out. say everything you want that person to know. around you or not, dead or alive. prepare to clam up, cry, get angry, feel anxious. good. you should. you feel clammy, hot and sometimes pain when your body is fighting off and healing from a physical sickness. now you’re dealing with the developmental, mental, and emotional parts. you’re doing yourself a disservice choosing to stay the same toxic, nasty, mean, or victimized person you’ve always been.

what do you want?

before you can start to even do the smallest improvements, you have to have a clear goal. or else you’ll just be running around in circles (heh) over grandiose blurry wishful thinking. ultimately resulting in you giving up and choosing to be basic bc it’s easier. what do you want out of life? how do you want to be treated? what do you want to do? what makes you happy? and most importantly, how do you want to feel? see, it’s more than just the frills and glitter. you have to know what you’re trying to get to, internally and externally.

grab a diary, adorn it with pretty little details and commit to it. pair it with your fav writing utensil. outline all of your goals. every single last one of them. you can categorize them, scale them from short to long term, easy to hard. it doesn’t matter. do absolutely what you want to do to make a concrete record of your goals that’s digestible for you.

what are you going to do?

*fabulosity by kimora lee simmons*

compare your dream reality to the one you’re currently experiencing. what is she doing that you aren’t? that’s it. do that. anyone can read blogs about the process and other people success stories but those posts aren’t gonna change your life unless you get up and go for what you want. i don’t know what exactly you desire out of life. you do. so you have the instructions for this journey. the first part was easy, this is simple but not nearly as effortless. it’s up to you and not anyone else. you teach others how to treat you. improvements you can make include better: hygiene, self talk/treatment, outward energy, work ethic, discipline, health, consumed content, relationships, looks, habits.

the work

it’s time to apply yourself. get up everyday and actively work towards your goal. be kind to yourself. take yourself to the doctors. get active. eat right. find your passion. DO THE HEALING.

everyone’s journey is SO different so i’m just going to do a quick rundown of the importance of each of the ten facets of your dream girl journey (that build upon each other. ie; looks do not benefit you when your hygiene is insufficient):

*these facets are loosely based on maslow’s hierarchy of needs

health - are you taking care of yourself? please treat yourself how you would your loved ones. you’ll be surprised how physical issues manifest mentally, and vice versa. get adequate sleep. take baby steps if need be. some of these adjustments may be huge to you. be gracious with your journey.

consumed content - everything you engage in is your diet. the company you keep, food you eat, music you enjoy. you get the idea. do you feel light and ready to take on the day? or do you feel drained and sick more often than not. make some adjustments wherever you see necessary.

hygiene - extremely important. stick to a routine for your hygienic needs. you should have rituals you engage in everyday. don’t forget that your health and hygiene go hand in hand. oral and feminine hygiene is so crazily important. please don’t neglect yourself. i talk about my routines in detail here.

habits - daily habits are so crucial to your lifestyle. adjust these and consciously break your bad habits by supplementing your life with equal and opposite habits.

self talk/treatment - simple. be kind to yourself. hold yourself accountable for flaws and mistakes while loving yourself enough to be patient with the journey of improving.

outward energy - be very aware of the vibes you’re permeating. again this is so a huge determination of how you will be treated and how you will live your life.

work ethic/discipline - it’s gonna take serious accountability to escape the desire to stay comfortable. you have to tell yourself that you deserve *your desired end result* so you will *make specific change/adjustment.* it’s that simple (again simple doesn’t mean easy).

relationships - if you don’t like the way you’re treated by those in your life, those relationships need to be reevaluated. you can make some trims on your circle, have some honest conversations, or adjust your behaviors (because sometimes, YOU are the problem).

passion and career - in order to feel fulfilled in life, we all need a purpose. discover yours. incorporate your passion into your daily life.

looks - develop your signature and hone in on it. looks are very important to your perception (self and public). check out this guide to help with this part. however you wanna feel is how you should display yourself.

be a dream girl!

you’ve discovered all the facets of creating your dream self and reality. now it’s time to apply what you’ve learned. start showing up in life in the fashion you want to be seen in.

that’s it! the rest is up to you!

- xoxo, dreamgrlarchive 🎀

#dream girl journey #my posts #dream girl cultivation #dream girl wellness

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matt1tudes · 6 days

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nick sturniolo best friend headcannons

a/n: tryna get back on my grind but i’m unmotivated and ab to get swamped w midterms and finals 😣

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❃. straight up, you already know he’s the funniest person you know

❃. if you’re not together, you’re always texting, sometimes even having multiple conversations on multiple apps

❃. you two would have met in boston, and clicked so much that you moved to LA when he did (but in your own apartment)

❃. if you know how to cook, he’d constantly be asking you to make him food multiple times a day.

❃. he’d even be willing to pay for your uber to get to his house if he’s that desperate

“i’ll pay for your uber.”

“nick, just learn how to cook??”

❃. if he gets annoyed at chris or matt, he’d instantly ask you if he can come over, and by the time you say yes (which of course you will…) he’d already be outside your house

❃. he’d love to hear about your love life or whatever drama you have going on during your bi-weekly sleepovers

❃. but if you had a crush on one if his brothers? he’d be mortified at first… then he’ll get over it

❃. you’d obviously support his personal brand, and he’d support anything you want to do

❃. you post your space camp flavor of the day on your instagram story daily, even if you’re staying in

❃. you’re the talkative duo in every setting, jumping off each other during conversations

#.ೃ࿐ elle writes #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo x bff!reader #platonic friendships #not a fuckin ship i swear 😭

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tupperwaretub · 1 year

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im not sure if you do or not but if you write for dieter can you do a sub!dieter bravo x male reader?? tysm! <3

Opposites Attract

Pairing:

Sub!bottom!Dieter Bravo x dom!top!(model)male!reader

(a/n): tysm for the request! You're my first ever request so i got to writing this as soon as I saw it, i hope you enjoy! And sorry for the wait I've been pretty unmotivated.

Warnings: rough smut (handcuffs, blindfolding, light choking), loud sex, lots of hickeys, desperate/needy sex, 'sir' kink, dirty talk.

Summary: You're a model who got most of your fame from modelling underwear , so when you were cast for Cliff Beasts 6 you were shocked to say the least - and not entirely happy about the quarantining but you come to find its not all bad...

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Finally it was the last day of your quarantine, later that evening you were able to go down to the bar and see people, you were pretty damn anxious, you hadn't seen anyone other than Gunther in two weeks. You also hadn't done a whole lot other than masturbate for two weeks... But you were still ecstatic obviously.

You were quick to shower, brush your teeth and get into the nicest button down you brought with you - you were new to the cliff beast movies having only just watched them in your quarantine with nothing better to do, they were god awful but the pay was alright so you decided complaining can wait until later.

When the time finally came when you were allowed out of your room you jumped up off of your bed you were sitting and quickly left your room, even the Hallway was refreshing. You made you way down to the bar, the hotel you were in was astonishing and you were so happy to finally be able to take in your surroundings.

You were one of the first people to arrive at the bar there was really just Gunther, Bola and someone sat on a chair in the corner - he was quite scruffy so you assumed he must be part of the cast having just come out of quarantine, you did notice he wasn't wearing very clean clothes and had glasses on indoors but ignored it wanting to make the best impression possible.

"hey there I'm y/n" you say walking up to him with a wide smile. He takes a while to finally look up at you seemingly not having the energy to be here. When he saw who you were he seemed shocked "you uh- do- modelling right?" He asks.

"yeah! I've done modelling for quite a few big brands!" You go on rambling about the different designer brands you've worked with. "You're really hot." The scruffy man Infront of you blurts out. You blush at his forward remark, you're not entirely weirded out, you're more flattered than anything. As a model you've usually been told you're not good enough for certain brands but to be told someone thinks you're hot to your face and not just on some thirst thread on twitter, it made you feel warm inside. "O-oh thanks, so..... Your name?" You ask still quite flustered. "Dieter." He stands up and is eye level with you, you can feel him staring at your features through his sunglasses.

"so, Dieter. What's with the sunglasses?" You ask trying to make some conversation. He quickly blurts out an 'oh!' and takes them off, he had really beautiful eyes... Suddenly the silence builds again and tension is high, it doesn't feel like anger or hate or anything relatively awkward but more sexual. You found Dieter really endearing, you were thinking about inviting him to your room but decided against it because you'd only just met he'd surely not want to go that far with you after just meeting-

"do you want to have sex with me?" He asks breaking your train of thought. You bit your lip and considered for a moment, if you want to have sex with him... And he wants to have sex with you... "Yes." You say quickly as you grabbed his wrist and started quickly directing him up to your room, everyone else can wait you hadn't been inside someone in so long. You were pretty desperate.

As soon as your door closed you had him pinned against it kissing him hungry for any sort of physical contact. Dieter kissing back with just as much hunger had your already hard cock twitching inside your pants. You pulled off his shirt and chucked it to the floor not caring as to where it would end up, your hands slowly were slowly caressing Dieters sides as you both slowly moved towards the bed.

You pushed him down gently so he was sitting infront of you and he quickly starting fumbling with your zipper. You grabbed the sides of his face and directed him to look at you "wait, wait." He looked at you in confusion. "I gotta ask. Is there anything you aren't into? Anything you want me to avoid?" You only ask because you were aware not many people were really into the same stuff as you. "No, no, I'll do anything with you." His hands were resting beside your bulge causing you to sigh as you tried to stifle your moan.

You stepped away for just a moment and reached into your suitcase you had been living out of, you reached in and pulled out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and a tie. You placed the tie to the side and when you looked back Dieter had his arms reached out with a pleading look, the sight caused the tightness of your pants to become almost painful - you wanted to fuck him so bad but you also needed to make sure he was comfortable.

"if at any time you want to stop, just say..." You quickly looked around the room and saw a KitKat wrapper on your bed side table next to your bottle of lube. "...kitkat."

He looked at you "kitkat?" You just nodded, it was an odd one but anything works.

You place the cuffs around Dieters wrists making sure to ask if he's comfortable, once the cuffs were on Dieter stood up and twisted you both around so now he was stood infront of you as you were sat on the bed. He got onto his knees and moved between your legs, you helped him with your zipper and getting your pants down, along with your underwear. The feeling of your cock finally being released from your relatively tight pants had you letting out a quiet groan.

Dieter started stroking your cock causing you to moan pretty loudly "you have a really nice cock." He says looking up at you with his pretty eyes. You tap his chin "just start sucking." He didnt think twice before he started licking and sucking your cock, the feeling was indescribable. Your hand was in Dieters hair as he bobbed up and down on your cock, the room was filled with lewd 'oh yeahs' and 'oh fucks'.

It wasnt long before you pulled away from Dieter not wanting to cum just yet, thats when you realised you didn't bring any condoms, the one thing you needed in this moment you didn't have. "I fucking forgot condoms." You say annoyed with yourself. "We could do it without one." Dieter suggests. You bite your lip and smile at him "that'll work, get yourself on the bed." You say as you grab the lube and the tie you had taken out, when you looked back Dieter was sat in the middle of the bed with his pants off, finally fully naked and waiting for you. You place the lube and the tie on the bed next to him as you start to unbutton your shirt and put it on a clothes hanger, there was no way in hell you were going to let your best shirt get ruined.

You walk back over to Dieter whos starting to get ansty "whats the tie for" he asks. "I'm gonna blindfold you, is that okay?" You ask picking up the tie, he nods frantically and you tie the tie around his eyes. "Comfortable?" You ask and he nods.

You then direct your attention towards the lube, "hands above your head i dont want to see them move" you say as you gently push Dieter onto his back. "Yes sir." The honorific made you feel hot and you felt you face flush.

You quickly applied lube to your fingers and Dieters hole, once you were happy with the amount of lube you had applied you slowly started inserting a finger into his ass. "Shit you're tight, i bet it's been so long since you've been fucked huh?" You moan out. Dieter just nodded frantically in response.

You waited until he was grinding against your finger to add another, then you began to move your fingers in a scissor motion trying to stretch him out as well as you could not wanting to hurt him. "You've got a pretty cock." You tease him by using your other hand to lightly stroke the base of his cock making him whimper. Once he felt loose enough you placed yourself between his legs, you tried not to bring him too much pleasure wanting to save the best part till now. You wiped whatever lube was left on your hand onto your cock knowing you didn't need much with how wet and stretched out Dieters ass was.

You put your tip at his entrance causing him to squirm, you then slowly pushed into Dieter your cock sliding in easier than you expected. Dieter was writhing and moaning beneath you and you let out a deep groan as you bottomed out. You took the chance to have a few deep breaths as you let Dieter adjust, you admired his body your hands roaming around his torso and littering kisses and hickeys on his chest.

When Dieter gave you the okay to start moving you began to slowly thrust in and out of him, savouring each and every movement. Your face instantly nussled into his shoulder as you let out loud moans, Deiter was grabbing and pulling at your hair letting out long moans of pure ecstasy.

"please. Please. Ah-" Dieter moans out.

"please what baby, tell me what you want."

"faster! Faster please!"

You bit your lip and slowly pulled out of Dieter causing him to whine as the emptiness for him then to let out a loud moan when you thrusted back into him with force. You were pounding into his ass with your hand around his throat choking him lightly.

Dieter was a complete mess under you just letting out hot moans in complete bliss. You moved your hand down from his neck to grip his hip, replacing the place on his neck with your lips leaving dark hickeys. You slowly moved up his neck to his lips where you encased him in a desperate kiss.

When you broke for air you were both moaning into each others mouths, both getting close to your limit.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm gonna- ah-" Dieter manages to scramble some words together. "Come on, ahh- cum for me baby." You moan in sync with your deep thrusts.

Suddenly you feel Dieter tighten around you and strings of cum shoot up his chest, the tightening of his ass had you closing in on your release faster than you expected.

"where do you want me baby?" You moan into Dieters ear.

Dieter, still out if breath manages to huff out "my face, my face."

Feeling at your wits end you quickly pull out and within a few strokes you had painted Dieters face with your cum.

You flop next to him to gather yourself before going to bathroom and getting a cloth to wipe him down with. You took the tie off of his eyes and watched him blink to readjust to the light in the room, you flashed him a quick smile before taking off the cuffs on his wrists.

Once Dieter was nice and clean you lay beside him again wrapping your arms around him, his hands bury themselves in your hair brushing through it. "That was so fucking good..." Dieter says breaking the comfortable silence you had. "Mm.. yeah i agree." You reply still in a state of bliss.

"we should do that again." Dieter says, laying a kiss on your chin. "Well not now, im exhausted... Lets shower and go to sleep, yeah?" Dieter nods and you both make your way to the bathroom.

A round two was then shared against the bathroom door...

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A/n: sorry this took so long I've been in a complete writers block/ slump recently. But i hope you enjoyed :)

#x male reader #pedro pascal x male reader #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x male reader #the bubble #the bubble fanfiction

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thefandomcassandra · 11 months

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My collected thoughts on Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective (as someone who only played the remake, at the behest of xyr good friend who insisted xe played it because "you would love it" and "its your brand" (which was correct))

The way the puzzles are made are so tight and so intuitive (with a few notable exceptions, which were only bearable because you can try and try and try again).

Being able to use a controller (guess whose crunchy t-rex wrists are too fucked up for mouse and keyboard controls for more than five minutes? This guy!) was so so good, even if the OG was a point and click. Apparently the switch version has touch which is neat? But the controller controls are tight and I only had a few issues with them (namely I kept clipping into cores I didn't want).

The story is brilliant with superb foreshadowing that, even on a first playthrough, can be seen and noted. The amount of times I hooted like a beast and pointed out smthn for my friend to only 🙂at me through discord tts was so so many. And I was right to point them out too.

Missile.

The characters are so genuine and real and quirky (Shu Takumi, you weird girl enjoyer™️, you do it so well) and several of them reminded me of friends' ocs (in a deeply positive way).

I never wanted to stop playing (I did because I was streaming for the above friend, who was having A Time™️ and deserved the secondhand First Time Experience Of A Beloved Thing emotions, but god I wanted to keep playing until I was done it was RESTRAINT and LOVE that stilled my sinful hand).

It's not terribly long, really. My finished game (featuring several minutes of idling and listening to the in-game music/viewing the art) was 11.4hrs. That's a trip and a half baby! Nice tight little game.

Missile.

The way the characters were animated was so charming. 10/10 art style. I wanna play with them with little action figures. Smack em together and write funny stories.

There is no unmotivated action. Even the villain, even the most bad of guys has a motive that, even if its stupid or bad, is there.

When you fuck up, you still get a laugh out of it. There were at least two (2) instances of my friend saying "Hey do [this] for me?" When I did, I was always rewarded with something stupid or interesting that made me lose my mind.

The game, while not hand-holdy, will give you hints. They're always contextual and specific to whatever you've just done (or should be doing) and they're usually internal or external dialogue between the ghost you're playing as and whomever is listening (usually nobody, sometimes the dead person they're helping).

Missile.

Anyway, play Ghost Trick. It's worth the 30USD.

#the sheepy speaks #ghost trick #here i am waving a banner #missile is the best dont look up anything about missile just trust me #top pomeranian

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spockandawe · 8 months

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Awkward gap until next meeting. So. Things i COULD make on short notice

Software manual book(s): Easy. Mindless. Boring, but useful. I have at least two more targets in my sights, but i also have three half-finished books just waiting for cricut titles.

Long transformers essay: the formatting from pdf...... all the images........... but WHAT IF

Ylpeys ja ennakkoluulo: Needs learning time in Affinity, unsure how long formatting will take. Possible, also something likely to tank my sleep schedule.

Thousand Autumns: current doc has long stretches of half-edited mtl. That's. That would be a big compromise. I don't like it, I think I'd rather wait

Coming Up With A Villain Reformation Strategy: No proofread? It'd be fast. Unsure what commitment proofreading would be.

Peerless Immortal Surrounded By Demonic Disciples: Same issue.

Single-volume mxtx: Maybe. If I'm repeating myself i want something novel tho

Yuwu: Maybe? Same proofreading question, but this was a really good translation

Raksura fic: mmmmmmmmmmaybeeeeee. It's still actively updating though, it feels a little silly to commit a second time knowing it'll immediately be dated 🤣

PoF: maybe! Wouldn't be bad to at least format some pages for illumination practice even if I can't do much there yet.

New box????? Mysterious and vague, brut boxes make me happy

Writing

Raksura fic: I could :X Okay but this depends on me chipping at some short vignettes and either getting a full set done or being confident i have momentum to continue as i post chapters. Momentum is a gamble, especially since this is a destination wedding with vacation activities.

Bwx/xl: old wip, unsure how satisfied i am. But there was PROGRESS. I might be able to slam it out

Return to tlj shipping? No wips in progress, but he usually comes easily to me.

Brand new raksura fic: i have kink brainstorming i could try to leverage, but I really, really can't tell how well writing will go right now

Cronch fic: Oh.... That might work, ill have to look at that.

Ye olde svsss aus: restore diet bingge to second person, see if more scenes shake out. This is close to being something I'm willing to just post, but it's not QUITE got enough connective tissue. Finishing is probably outside the scope of "short notice" tho

Transcription. Also not short notice, but pleasing bite-sized chunks.

Art

Raksura

Cloun?????

Bones

Fiber

Other baby blanket: I'm.... Unmotivated. Crochet make hand hurty

Tardigrade: hand hurty is acceptable if the result is stuffed tardigrade. I need to find my safety eyes, though

Starscream cross-stitch: DEFINITELY not short notice, but very satisfying

Embroidery embroidery: Probably want to wait for better health, so I don't get frustrated.

Steering wheel cover: yes, probably, but that's a kit and won't scratch the sammmmme creative urges

Spinning: god, probably wait for better health and new house

Long furby: maybe do this BEFORE the move, tbh. But mystery time investment.

New applique quilt: also not short notice. Need a subject too. I feel like I'd had something in mind, but I'm drawing a blank.

#crafts #notes to self

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pinkribbonsyndrome · 11 months

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Margie does art again haha— rare occurrences I know but um here’s my twewy self insert for me and my friends version of the reapers game/au!! We’re the akihabara reapers and we’re here to- not do our jobs properly and get beaten up by the higher plane! /j

But srsly twewy is one of my biggest comfort medias ever- been a fan for a very good 11 years now and I guess I’ve always been awkward about posting about it on tumblr since— idk I’ve never interacted with the fandom so uhh- hi fandom!! I swear I’m not a loser or weird or anything I’m just really shy QwQ

I’m also probably gonna draw our other reapers soon and also the shopkeepers / brands of our area!

She’s also on art fight if you wanna see more of her lore!! Very unpolished and messy because I did this like at the middle of the night and I’m a very unmotivated person to change it ;_;

#the world ends with you #twewy #twewy oc #twewy self insert #gyaru art #gyaru oc #please credit if you repost #also please don’t use these as icons or anything QwQ

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theconstitutionisgayculture · 1 year

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(Lefty wall of text incoming 😔 sorry)

Your stance on raising the age of adulthood is fucking retarded bro. None of the issues you raise have anything to do with raising the age of adulthood. Your solution would punish competent young adults and reward the behaviour of the unmotivated, as well as punishing parents by making them responsible for the young adult's choices during a pivotal period for them. Accepting your own place in the world and the responsibility you need to take as an adult is a lesson best learned as young as possible, and young adults will make mistakes. If the parents are still considered legally and financially responsible, then it will push back that crucial lesson to much later in life.

There are different labor laws for adults and minors. I had my first 45 hour a week job when I was 18. Under your system, I wouldn't have been allowed to have that job, which would have made me dependent on my parents for longer. That's fucking retarded. I'm not in school after I graduated high school, I didn't want to go to college, and now I'm not allowed to work full-time. That's insanity. Trying to classify 21 year olds as minors while keeping their labor laws different from other minors is ridiculous and is extra bureaucratic bullshit we don't need. Don't classify 18-21 year olds as minors and keep moving.

The age of consent in some states is as young as 16 as well, which would mean that teenagers would legally old enough to have sex but have to wait 5 years before they're old enough to get married? I can't see that as anything but encouraging more single-parent households without the second parent involved.

Aaaaaannndd most importantly it would make even more self-righteous windbags call relationships between adults with an age gap "pedophilia". That innocuous relationship between a 20F and a 25M now counts as grooming a minor, so I hope you're happy with all the brand new pedophiles you've just created lol.

And yet none of this addresses the actual problem of so-called "adults" being almost no different from adolescents. You're also making a wild amount of assumptions here. You think most 18-21 year olds are like you, but that's just not the case. Most don't want to get married, most go to college, most don't have any idea how the world works, yet they still vote. They still end up holding the same jobs they would have gotten at 16 even after college. They still can't function like an adult should. They still sign up for the military while having zero idea what that actually entails.

You say

Accepting your own place in the world and the responsibility you need to take as an adult is a lesson best learned as young as possible, and young adults will make mistakes.

but 18-21 year olds don't do this. They actively stop maturing at 16 and refuse to engage with the real world at all. Mostly by escaping to colleges that just enable all of the worst childish behaviors that they have. If that's not going to change, then these supposed adults should be treated like the children they act like.

Trying to classify 21 year olds as minors while keeping their labor laws different from other minors is ridiculous and is extra bureaucratic bullshit we don't need.

Wild assumption. Why would we create a new set of laws for 18-21 year old minors? They would just be covered under the same child labor laws we have now if the age was lowered.

Romeo and Juliet laws are a thing in most states. I would of course support more of these laws to deal with this issue.

The only real good point you have here. And yeah, it's a problem. But R&J laws will sort some of this out. As for the rest? Well, you seem to think that people are mature enough to be adults at 18, so why do you also think that most adults wouldn't see how ridiculous this is? Seems like you're assuming adults will default to childish behavior except when you want to argue against raising the legal age. Either adults are adults and can interact with the world as adults and should be treated like adults, or they can't and they shouldn't. You can't have it both ways.

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blueey-jayzilla · 5 months

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Do you still engage in the fnaf fandom?

If not what is your current fandom/fandoms? :o)

I do kinda, I mostly get more motivated for freddy when stuff comes out, but the lore is getting harder and harder to follow so I get a bit unmotivated. But sometimes I do look fondly on my shadows artwork and might do more? idk, depends on my mood.

I've always liked a good spook, so I've been getting more into indie horrors, it's kinda off brand I know, but they just tickle my fnaf lore crazy like fnaf lore used to do for me. (maybe one day I can do a gore twitter, sounds weird but it wouldn't be too graphic, haha spooky ketchup)

For softer series; I've enjoyed the Trolls franchise quite a bit, and of course I still love mlp. recently though I've gotten a taste for sentai and fantasy thanks to my girlfriends suggestion.(Big Bad Beetleborgs is a good show I don't care what she says, it might be discount kamen rider but got dammit is it bad in a good way).

anyways yeh thats been my obsessions, I'm just so eractic with what I create or obsorb that I feel like you guys who come to me for one thing are being left to dry. idk, I like being eractic though, every artist shouldn't be one note I think.

#fnaf #artist #big brain talkie #I've got smoothbrainitis

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hello! I hope you have been having a good week so far! i need some advice, and i hope you are willing to help me!

do you have any tips to stay on top of studies? maybe something on how to stay more organized, plan a proper study guide, or even anything to lower stress levels.

i have been a mostly straight A student, with a couple of B's, very average but lately I feel as if I am falling behind, turning in work late, and im feeling tired and unmotivated to do anything.

i would appreciate any piece of advice!

Sprinkler Splashes(To Fireplace Ashes)

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*cough* *cOUGH* so, uhm, you might be asking the wrong person this, because I barely passed some of my exams this quarter, but hey, aren’t failures part of success? Have fun once in a while! Don’t let academics take over your life. And yes, we have yet another Taylor Swift lyric title.

“Studying, ey?” Yuu’s eyebrow raised.

“Grades don’t define you,” They say, playing with a pen they found lying around.

“Unless they’re high.” They finished.

“You see, a ‘proper study guide’ can vary from person to person.” Yuu says.

“For example, I usually word blurt on a sheet of paper, then I re-read my notes to see if I missed anything.” They relaid.

“But first, I think should talk about how to take notes, or as you say it, ‘stay more organized.’” They deduced.

“You don’t have to write down every word your prof and/or teacher says, as long as you wrote down the concept, title, some keywords and their definitions, you can go on the internet and get more information.” They suggest.

“But if you find yourself having a hard time focusing or just listening, you can always ask your friends or classmates for notes. Do be cautious on how frequently you do, though, they might stop because they think your too lazy to write.” Yuu says.

“If you have any conditions that prevent you from paying attention, explain this to them to avoid what I said earlier; appearing lazy.” They say.

“You can always rewrite your notes at home so they can be more readable and the information can be more organized, compared to rushed down scribbles because your teacher talks too. Damn. Fast.” Yuu snorted, remembering how fast Professor Trein usually talks.

“So, back to study plans or guides!” Yuu cheerfully redirected themselves.

“As I said, I usually check my stock knowledge by word blurting, but I didn’t mention mock tests, have I?” Yuu ponders.

“Anyways, I search up mock quizzes/tests online to test my memory.” They mention.

“And the teaching method works pretty well too.” They say.

“But it works a lot more for me, because I do it with a twist.” Yuu whispers like they’re about to tell a secret.

“In subjects like history, or any subject that needs chronological information, I read the reviewer and then do the teaching method, but I tell it like I’m spilling tea to my best friends.” They say, a little chuckle following.

“And oh, does it work wonders.” Yuu smiled, remembering Ace, Deuce and Grim’s faces when they received their history test papers with bright green ‘96’s branded on them.

“But before you go on and chase that honor roll, always remember to take care of yourself.” They say.

“A good mind starts with a healthy body, how are you going to remember anything if you’re too hungry, thirsty, or tired? Give your blood, sweat and tears for this, but knows your limits.” Yuu advised.

“Don’t lock yourself up just to achieve those grades, go out and live your life, no one is going to do it for you.” They smile at no one in particular.

“Take the moment and taste it, you’ve got no reason to be afraid.” They say.

“No spell can give you back the experiences you’ll miss if you get too consumed in it.” They warn, seemingly from personal experience.

“Take this from me; Restrain your disappointment in your failures, but not your drive to improve.” They say, a knowing smile etched on their face.

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Our fairytale has come to an end.

#twst yuu #disney twst #twisted wonderland #unique magic: listen up #twst #twst imagines #twst mc #answered asks #twst characters #twst incorrect quotes #incorrect twst

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GEHAT'IK BE ALIIT | Chapter 21

{cross-posted on ao3} {masterlist}

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Pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character

Warnings: violence, blood & gore, suggestive remarks

Words: 4454

Summary: The offensive to save Ristea and Din's covert begins…

a/n: HAPPY MANDO SEASON 3 RELEASE DAY!

Is there a better way to celebrate than reading a brand new chapter of a fic you like?

I put a lot of effort into this chapter. Writing two different scenes taking place at the same time at different places is new to me, but I will get used to it. I'm working hard on improving my writing. Also kudos to my beta readers @unmotivated-exhausted-author and @acatalystrising for having my back!

According to the plan, Grogu and Arfour were to join Atina and Fox aboard the Endeavor - a goodbye that Elora hoped wouldn't be forever, and hoped that they would all make it out of this mess alive. She knelt down in front of Grogu's pram and stroked his soft ear.

"Don't cause too much trouble, okay?" Arfour wheeled up next to the pram and bleeped sadly. "You take care of him. Keep him safe in case things go awry."

He let out an affirmative beeping and followed Fox on board Atina's ship, just like Grogu's pram.

Tears welled in Elora's eyes at the possibility that this could be the last time she would see them. She remained calm, face flat as she swallowed back her tears, turning swiftly on her heel and marching towards the Razor Crest where three Mandalorians in blue armor were waiting, Bo-Katan gazing impatiently toward the horizon.

“Elora!” she heard Ruusaan’s voice call. She approached her with a jetpack in her hands. “Give this to your partner, looks like he could need it.”

Elora took the jetpack and was surprised it was lighter than it looked. It was just as shiny as Din’s armor, clearly made from beskar or at least beskar alloy. It would suit Din nicely, she thought, thanking Ruusaan with a nod Din was going through his checklist once more, examining every weapon he owned with a meticulous eye.

"Looks like we're ready to go. Why didn't you say goodbye to the kid?"

Din looked up all of a sudden. "They already left?!"

"Uh yeah, I told you earlier that I was taking him to Atina."

He sighed and his fist hit the crate next to him. Elora had never seen him so tense, probably because there had never been so much at stake. A system of planets and the Mandalorian covert that had taken him in as a foundling. She could sense the conflict in him, and guilt, probably because he wouldn't be the one to save his covert.

“Is that… what I think it is?” he pointed at the jetpack she was holding.

Elora nodded. “A gift from Ruusaan. She said you might need it.”

He took it and appraised it, humming in approval. “This is of excellent craftsmanship. I’m impressed!” He put it next to his other weapons he had yet to examine.

She put a hand on his pauldron and brushed her thumb over the cool beskar.

"Atina is the best pilot I know. We are doing the right thing by not bringing Grogu and you're not letting anyone down. You sent your covert the best help you could get."

His hand covered hers on his pauldron and his other hand pulled her close only for their foreheads to meet.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum." he muttered under his breath, but Elora heard it nonetheless.

"If you're looking for a life day gift for me, a Mando'a dictionary would be great."

"Life day huh? I don't remember ever celebrating-"

"The other ships are already departing, we should get going - now!" Bo-Katan had come on board, followed by the other two Mandos who would later introduce themselves as Koska Reeves and Axe Woves. They were their only backup on Ristea and according to what Ruusaan had told Elora, their Clan was very old and well respected within the Mandalore system. That didn't keep Elora from being slightly annoyed at Bo-Katan's behavior, but she didn't let it show.

Elora had retreated to the cargo hold where she gathered her strength, meditating, strengthening her connection to the force in doing so. It felt strange not having Grogu nearby. They usually meditated together, and him not being around left an emptiness in the force surrounding her. She was so into her meditation that she didn't realize when the door to the cargo hold hissed open and Koska Reeves came in, watching Elora meditate for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Is that your way to prepare for battle?" she asked and took a seat on a large crate.

Elora opened her eyes and turned to face her. "In a way, yes. Helps me keep a clear head."

"You know I was wondering… How did a Jedi like you end up traveling with a Mandalorian?"

Elora shrugged. "When we met, we hated each other's guts, but eventually realized that we both benefit from working together and have been a team ever since… We've become close friends in the past few months."

Koska raised her brow. "Close huh? You know he will never remove his helmet in front of you, you will never know what he looks like under there and still you two are close?"

"Don't care what he looks like, he's a good man, that's all that matters to me. I was raised by Jawas, I'm used to having my face hidden too. After all these months of travels… it still makes me uncomfortable when someone stares at my face for longer than a few seconds."

"Why did you leave the Jawas?"

"I wanted to find blood relatives, instead I learnt that my mother wasn't killed but imprisoned on Nar Shaddaa. You don't happen to know a squad of Mandos crazy enough to help me get her out of there?"

Koska shook her head. "That prison on Nar Shaddaa is the size of a city. Not a chance. Mandalorians are vulnerable since we are low in numbers nowadays. You would need contacts in the underworld, an ally with a lot of influence. A Hutt or any powerful crime lord perhaps."

In that moment the familiar jolt of entering hyperspace went through the ship. A minute later Din, followed by Bo-Katan and Axe Woves, came into the cargo hold to go through their plan once more, using a holo of the Ristean palace's floor plan Ruusaan had just sent them.

“Risakka is the largest city of the planet, and to our advantage it’s built into the mountain range, with the royal palace built right on top. With so many starships we should not stick out. After watching the princess's holomessage, I’m pretty sure they won’t expect you to bring backup. I know Moff Gideon better than all of you, he’s an arrogant Imperial who overestimates himself, but be aware that he is smart, and unfortunately a good strategist. During the Great Purge he managed to destroy entire cities.” Bo-Katan said, not looking anyone in the eye, instead focusing on the holo. Elora cocked her head as she sensed regret and a lot of rage in her.

“Do you and Moffy have some kind of backstory? I mean, you fought this guy. This… is personal to you.” Elora assumed, and earned a firm look from Bo-Katan who stared her down. “I fought him face to face and lost something that belongs to me. I need it back, no matter the cost.” Her voice had taken on a calm, dangerous tone.

“Revenge can blind you. Please focus on the millions of lives at stake and not just your personal agenda. Whatever it was that you lost, the lives of Risteans and Mandalorians are at stake and worth more than anything in this conflict.”

“If I needed the advice of the human embodiment of a moral compass I would have asked for it.” she spoke in a tone that couldn’t have sounded more aloof.

“May I inquire as to what it was he has taken from you?” Din asked.

“An ancient weapon, one that’s a symbol of Mandalorian leadership.”

“Risk people’s lives for some symbol? Really?” Elora huffed.

“I don’t expect a Jawa to understand Mandalorian culture.” Bo-Katan rolled her eyes.

“Let’s focus on the plan at hand. I must admit I don’t like that we use you as bait.” Din said, putting an arm around Elora, earning a surprised look from Axe doing so.

“Using Elora as bait is the best option we've got.” Bo-Katan continued. “This man takes every occasion to stroke his ego. She’s the only thing he’s after. When he thinks he got what asked for and deems himself safe, it’s our turn to ambush him. We go in through the ventilation system. They are located right outside these walls, that’s why Skirata provided you with a jetpack. There’s no way to get in without causing a scene, except for this.”

“And I’ll just walk to the front gates and state my business?”

Din nods. “Unfortunately we don’t have much of a choice, if we want to save the royal family and their star system. The royal family will likely be held in the dungeons.”

“Gideon is not a man of his word.” Bo-Katan said. “He craves power way too much to let the royals live. We go through the ventilation shaft, free the royals and fight our way through to get to you, while you use the force to evade captivity. Then I will engage Gideon in battle and get back what belongs to me. Meanwhile the rest of you take care of the stormtroopers and return to the ship. We have enough explosives to blow up his light cruiser on our way off world.”

Elora nodded with a confident look in her eyes. “I bet none of them have fought a Jedi before. They won't know what hit them. I can do this!”

Elora had dealt with Imperials back on Nevarro. Her initial fear had turned into eagerness. This was her chance to prove that she was capable of doing good things with her abilities. Most of all she wanted to prove to herself that she was a good person, to finally make peace with the mistakes she had made.

The travel through hyperspace took longer than expected. While the Mandalorians, Din included, were all cleaning their weapons and talking about the plan, or in Bo-Katan's case about avenging Mandalore, Elora had retreated into Din's sleeping nook where she had reverted to drawing to process the entire situation.

As Din opened the door he cocked his head in surprise to find his girlfriend like this. Wrapped in a brown bantha fur blanket with his datapad in one hand and an object he thought he had lost in her other. She looked up from her work with a little smile on her face and Din could swear she could hear his heartbeat accelerating.

"What are you up to?" he asked and looked over her shoulder at her sketch of his old mythosaur necklace.

"I uh… found this and thought it looked somewhat mysterious. An eye catcher. Beskar, isn't it?"

Din nodded and took the shiny beskar mythosaur skull, rubbing his thumb over it. Memories bubbled to the surface of his mind as he looked at it. He remembered Lazlo Akiba, the Mandalorian who had saved his life in the war zone that his homeworld, Aq Vetina, had become. He felt guilty that he hadn't been able to return the favor in the Night of a Thousand Tears. Din felt like he had let down the man this necklace had once belonged to. Just like his parents' death, he would always remember the moment when the Armorer had told him that his buir had become one with the Manda and had given him his father's necklace.

"If you fight as good as you draw, I don't need to worry about you."

"Thank you for trusting my abilities."

Din smiled under his helmet and regarded the mythosaur pendant once more before putting it around her neck - the shiny object visible for everyone to see.

"In case another young clone thinks he has a shot." The smirk was audible in his voice and Elora chuckled.

"Just wait til we're back from this mission and have some alone time. I intend to show you how thankful I am." she spoke in a slightly seductive tone. Din's mind wandered straight into the gutter and he had to blink away the filthy mental images in front of his inner eye.

I should really think about getting myself a codpiece…

"Actually I'm here to tell you that we'll be dropping out of hyperspace in thirty minutes. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"The royal family being in danger is partially my fault. I have to correct my past mistake."

Elora stood up to put on her signature gray Jawa cloak. Din watched her intently and sighed. "I wouldn't blame you if you would change your mind."

"I know, Din. But this is something I gotta do."

She put a reassuring hand on his pauldron before she went to join the others, leaving Din speechless.

I would lay down my life for her.

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Arfour's dome had become Grogu's new favorite spot instead of his pram which hovered in the corner, waiting to be used again. He had a better view from there over the spacious cockpit and watched curiously how Atina talked to Ruusaan on the comms while she watched the streaks of hyperspace which resembled a tunnel of light.

He missed Din and Elora a great deal, and to distract himself from the grief of missing them, he slid down Arfour's body and waddled through the cockpit without the Pantoran noticing since she was listening intently to another briefing about several battle strategies. An asteroid near Nevarro would be the perfect spot to gather behind, to wait for the moment to strike. She went over several of those strategies with Ruusaan and the fleet she was leading. Many good suggestions started coming in. They would need one that wouldn't cause any or as few civilian deaths as possible. Since Atina had never been to Nevarro, she had no idea what exactly to expect. All she knew about it was that it was a bounty hunter infested skughole made from volcanic rock.

Grogu descended the ladder, and Arfour, taking his new responsibility as a temporary babysitter seriously, followed him, bleeping in slight annoyance at Grogu's antics. He had been told to stay put more than once now, but sitting in one spot quickly became boring and the need to discover stronger.

"Now now what are you doing down here?" Fox sighed as he discovered the infant looking at him with a curious spark in his eyes. He interrupted his work on the wiring and picked Grogu up.

"Patoo." the child babbled, pointing at the wiring that needed fixing.

"You're too young to help me with that, little one. Don't want you to get electrocuted." He carried him to one of the broad viewports on the backside of the ship. The blue and white streaks of hyperspace lit up the room. Grogu's eyes widened as he saw the entire squadron of eight Mandalorian Kom'rk starfighters following Atina.

"See, they are all following us to help your parents." Fox said and Grogu raised his ears that symbolized happiness. The first thing he thought when he saw the squadron following them was that Elora probably would have lots of fun tinkering on one of those. He had watched her fix the Crest more often than not and knew how much she enjoyed the handiwork.

They remained in front of the viewport for several minutes until Arfour nudged Fox's leg to notify him that they would soon drop out of hyperspace and that he should strap Grogu in, in case leaving hyperspace got a little bumpy.

Holding a baby like that made Fox miss the days he spent with his wife and baby in her apartment on Coruscant. It caused memories to resurface that he believed he had forgotten, so many memories, yet not enough. Not being able to watch his daughter grow up to the woman he had met half a year ago still weighed heavy on his mind and soul.

Atina descended from the cockpit and put her hands on her hips. "You sneaky little bugger, that's the third time you disappear without me noticing. Wow, I really suck as a babysitter, aren't I?"

Fox chuckled. "That's quite alright, he didn't cause any trouble."

Atina rubbed the bridge of her nose. "That's not the point. Him not listening could get him into trouble, thinking about the people we, Elora, and Din have to deal with on our travels. I just want that little womp rat to be safe, is all."

"I know you care, ad'ika." Fox smiled and handed Grogu over to Atina.

"Anyway, in case that astromech hasn't notified you, we're dropping out of hyperspace in approximately ten minutes."

"I'm always ready to kick some Imps in the shebs."

Fox put Grogu in his safe pram, a few minutes later the ship dropped out of hyperspace with a jolt, so did the squadron and Atina steered the Endeavor straight behind the asteroid, landing on its surface, the squadron followed her example. Now all they had to do was wait for word from Din and Elora that the moment to strike had come. The comm channels were quiet and Grogu felt the building tension in the force that always lingered when a battle was about to begin.

~*~

Ristea was a large farming planet that was mostly covered by fields, including many acres of land where countless large greenhouses secured food supply during the colder season where all kinds of food were grown. Those rural parts of the planet were sparsely inhabited, contrary to the planet's capital Risakka, which was located at a majestic snow covered mountain range and was actually built into the mountain itself. This architecture was unique in every way with its houses built from the mountain and the colorful window shutters of which each house shared individual colors and patterns, and sometimes family crests. The palace was basically this planet's crown. That's what it looked like from afar, the way this blue crystalline palace was built on top of the highest mountain, with the lower levels built into the mountain as well. The world's population was mostly human, especially in Risakka, due to the many years of oppression through the Empire. After the Empire fell, Ristea had finally been free, but now a new threat was looming over the planet, one that had to be taken care of.

Din was nervous. Like he mentioned, he didn't like the idea of Elora turning herself in. By the looks of it her anxiety from the day before had vanished. Her calm and confident demeanor impressed him. As the Razor Crest dropped out of hyperspace a large green planet came into view with a few mountain ranges here and there.

Din had typed in the coordinates of a forest at the outskirts of the planet's capital.

With ease he landed at a forest clearing and descended from the cockpit. Bo-Katan and her people had already left the Razor Crest, waiting outside in the cool morning air. Elora was binding her hair back into a ponytail as Din came into the galley to check on her.

"Close your eyes." he said softly.

Elora gave him a puzzled look but complied, only to hear a mechanic hiss from his helmet and then feel his lips pressing on hers, a warm feeling washing over her. What started as a gentle kiss turned more intense once she opened her lips to let his tongue slip inside. Those soft and warm lips and the feeling of his mustache felt too good to be true. One hand carded through her hair, the other rested on her hip as Din poured his feelings for her into this kiss. The intimate moment was over way too soon for their liking, but they had to go and save more than one planet.

Elora's initial thought seeing Din with a jetpack was how perfectly it suited the rest of his armor and how handsome it made him look, and part of her wondered how she was supposed to keep up with him with that. She had no jetpack, but maybe, just maybe she could build something from scrap that would let her fly alongside him. Unfortunately this was not the right moment to ponder over it. The Mandalorians ignited their jetpacks and flew in the direction of the palace that was several miles away. Din stayed behind and opened his arms.

"Let me carry you to Risakka. It would take too long on foot."

"What if the Imps see you?" Elora asked.

"Not if I fly low enough."

She hesitated a moment before moving into his embrace. The next second her feet were no longer at the ground. By the time they were out of the winter forest, Din's flying had become a little safer. Flying was something he had to get used again since it had been a long time since he had last done it, mentioning that the last time he had used a jetpack was at the Rising Phoenix, a training program of the fighting corps he had been raised in. Elora was glad she had tied her hair back. The cool breeze would have messed it up otherwise.

As the mountain range came into sight, Din let her down behind a building with blue and green window shutters and colorful empty plant pots.

"Good luck, cyare. And don't you dare do something reckless that's not part of the plan."

Elora rolled her eyes at how worried he sounded.

"I'll be fine, Din. Don't let your worry for me cloud your judgment. Stick to the plan."

Din nodded and asked himself if he could ever stop worrying about her. She meant the world to him. He left as quickly as he had landed, because he knew if he had stayed any longer he would have kissed her again and this time he wouldn't have let her go to do her part.

Din flew low and carefully not to get discovered as he tracked Bo-Katan to a ventilation shaft at the blue crystalline outer wall of the palace that, for the most part, was overgrown by a leafy plant and was therefore easily overlooked.

"Took you a while, Djarin." the red haired Mandalorian said.

"I had to take Elora closer to the city."

"Jedi can run as fast as the wind, did you know that?"

"Sounds like you have met Jedi before."

Bo-Katan sighed in slight annoyance. "I did, and most of the time not on good terms. The way she looks at you didn't escape my notice. Let me give you a word of advice. Mandalorians and Jedi may make a good team, but a romantic relationship holds no future."

"Speaking from experience?"

"Jedi are allowed to love but not to form attachments. My…sister had to experience that the hard way."

"No, Elora is different. She's not living after some Jedi code, only the code of the Jawas that was instilled in her since she was a little kid. She values her family way too much. She tells me stories of her clan more often than not, she has a strong attachment to them."

"What can I say except that I hope you're right."

"Guys? Our comms are down. They're disrupting our signal." Axe noted.

"Great how are we gonna notify Chuchi now?" Koska asked.

"She's been in contact with us ten minutes ago. When she realizes our signal gets disrupted, she will prepare to attack." Bo-Katan assured them.

Din agreed. "She's smart, she'll figure it out."

"Comms being down means they know we're nearby or it's just a precaution. Let's get moving." Axe used his flamethrower to burn away the greenery and climbed in first, followed by Koska, Bo-Katan, and then Din.

Elora noticed the white duraplast stormtrooper armor from afar. She approached three troopers with raised hands as they pointed their blasters at her.

"I'm holding up my part of the deal." she spoke with an audible fearlessness in her voice. They searched her for weapons, took her lightsaber and put shackles on her that weren't even made of force repellent material. She knew it wouldn't do much once she unleashed her abilities.

"We captured the Jedi. Notify Moff Gideon immediately!" one trooper spoke to his com-link.

The palace looked so cold from the outside, yet it had a comfortable room temperature behind its huge shiny cerulean gates.

They led her through the entrance hall with crystalline stairs that had yellow carpet on them. The enormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling was a pretty eye catcher. Elora quickly noticed that the usual palace personnel were nowhere to be seen. No servants, no maids, no Ristean security, only stormtroopers who infested the palace like parasites.

As soon as they entered a hallway with no other stormtroopers in sight, Elora felt this was the right time to wreak havoc. She came to a halt.

"Move or we blast your head off!" one trooper threatened.

"Is that the correct way to treat a lady?" Elora tutted and used a force wave to knock them off her feet and focused on letting the force unlock her shackles. This was way too easy. The troopers got back up, but before they could shoot, she force pushed them against the walls, setting free her raw force abilities. These people wanted to harm her, and wanted to harm Grogu. This thought alone caused blood to drop from between the duraplast armor plates which cracked along with the troopers' bones. They screamed in pain for a moment and a deathly silence fell over the hallway as their lifeless bodies landed in one large puddle of their blood.

Elora took a deep breath, took her lightsaber from the dead trooper's belt and sprinted down the corridor around the next corner where she sensed more of them were. She ignited her lightsaber and deflected each blaster bolt. Screaming and blood pooling on the crystalline floor followed, with the occasional torn off limb here and there, she left a path or gruesome carnage behind.

The next squadron of troopers shot stun days at her and Elora assumed that the orders had changed. She was wanted alive. The more trooper's died a painful death by her hand, the more nervous she could sense the remaining trooper's became until they were running for their lives. Elora wondered if Din and the other Mandalorians had infiltrated the prison yet. She tried to comm them but as it turned out their signal was getting disrupted. Just as she was thinking about how to fix that issue, ray shields activated at the doors.

"Nice try, Moffy. You need to do better than that." she muttered and slashed her lightsaber through the doorframe and the mechanism holding up the ray shield, when all of a sudden stun rays shot from the wall on both sides. A security mechanism she wasn't familiar with that made her surroundings blurr for a moment before she fell and faded out of consciousness.

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a/n: THE CLIFFHANGER! I'm so sorry, I just had to! Of course Elora passing out is not part of their plan, but when did any of Dinlora's plans ever work without problems? Excited for more? I'm already working on the next chapter!

Thank you guys so much for reading this story!

#gehat'ik be aliit #din djarin x oc #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x oc #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin #star wars fanfiction

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shiftingshiftingshifting · 2 years

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I guess I need reassurance this isn't fake. I did everything right, I had the perfect mindset, I manifested ect ect and I was so confident and then I woke up in my CR AGAIN I just need reassurance from another shifter that ill actually shift some day. It's been 2 years and I'm so unmotivated after waking up here again

well there’s no way for me to *prove* it to you, you’ll just have to trust me when i say it’s 100% real. i, myself, have minishifted multiple times. the first, i didn’t open my eyes, but i heard the faint yelling of my then dr brother, and felt rough grass beneath me as i laid down. the second, i was doing a guided meditation and had the urge to open my eyes, so i did. i was faced with a moonlit chamber(bedroom) at the castle my party and i were using as a hotel basically. the third i woke up in my bed in my dr, in probably the most gaudy and extravagant room i’ve ever been in. it was just like gold everything. my walls had gold leaf my dresser had golden handles to match the hardwood, the posts and canopy tassels on the bed itself was also gold. my maids were preparing a beautiful deep blue gown. but i had simply woken up tired, and gone right back to sleep. the fourth was to a completely unexpected reality, it was very close to my life here, but in chicago(irrc), i remember a guy friend i had, he had long ginger hair that always covered his face, but his nose was large enough not to be hidden. he played the electric guitar, and left an amp in my room at all times so he didn’t have to lug one over when he wanted to play. we went to a party, i remember all of the stains and tack holes on the walls, the hosts had taken everything down for the party, probably so people wouldn’t steal. i remember he liked vodka and i like wine, he poured himself two cups of smirnoff vodka(i don’t drink anything other than wine here, so i really only remember what the bottle looked like, but i remember the brand was smirnoff) and i nursed one cup of red wine(from a juice dispenser thingy, yk the things they have the tiny tap and it’s like a pitcher). i remember we went on to a balcony to meet our other friends, and by god she was the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. she looked kind of like alice pagani, and i remember she was wearing the sweatshirt she always wore, it was grey and had tattered sleeve end thingys. i don’t remember much from the shift, just various mental images really, because that’s how my memory works even here. and this was months ago. i do have one other memory, when i shifted back here, me, my guy friend, and the girl were sitting on turned over plastic moving crates and cinder blocks(made into a makeshift “couch” thing without the back, but like we and a bunch of other people, maybe 7 or 8 total were all sitting there) and we were talking and hanging out, but i didn’t say much, i was just taking in the beauty of the moment. it was sunset, and i remember golden hour looked so beautiful on the girl i was friends with face(unfortunately i don’t remember her or anyone else’s name). that was the moment that i decided to shift back, as i felt my time there was enough, and i was happy with what i had experienced. it didn’t really fully sink in that i had shifted until i came back here and sat up straight almost immediately in my bed. oh! also one more thing, i did know i had shifted while i was there, i thought it was a dream at first but then i walked out of my room to pour myself a glass of water or something and i remember the tile was cold on my feet. so i did know, and was obviously excited, it just didn’t sink in until later. i estimate that i was there for about a day and a half.

#long post!!!#sorry for the block of text #and also sorry that i didn’t really tell you all about this shift when it happened #early early november of 2021 #i think the third?#shiftblr #shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #shifting motivation #shifting stories #shifting storytime

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nutscentedalien · 8 months

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Let’s Talk About Majin Vegetables

I started writing this as a joke but kept going since it let my brain avoid thinking about god damn TROMBONES for one freaking moment.

Alright, let’s talk about Majin Vegeta. At a glance our boy seems like a painfully generic angry asshole without any substance or is “meaningless” but I disagree! Here’re some thoughts on what was probably going on in that ENORMOUS FOREHEAD.

Struggles with Motivation

After Kakarot died to Cell, Vegeta lost the motivation to fight. He flies off alone after saying: “I am no warrior, I’ll never fight again”.

Genuinely a sad moment for poor Geets. Of course he eventually kept training but it wasn’t the same. With Kakarot gone, his title of being the greatest Saiyan, his birthright, the only thing driving him, is impossible. Kakarot has permanently stolen it from him (since there’ll never be a fight to regain that title from him again). He probably now only trains to literally pass the time and doesn’t feel inspired.

Identity Issues

Even if he’s becoming a better person he might struggle with feeling like it. Even being domesticated and not killing anymore he doesn’t feel like he can ever fit in with the rest of the ‘Z Fighters’ (except for Piccolo, I always thought they should be better friends! But they’re both terrible at being social so it’ll never happen) or his family because of the unforgivable things he’s done in the past. Instead he embraces them, thinking “I’M NOT INNOCENT”! Feeling more comfortable thinking that, since it doesn’t feel like hiding anything or making excuses for what he’s done.

Even though it might be better than working for Frieza, he’s probably tired of trying to acclimate to Earth and being the only one of his kind left. Yeah Kakarot and the kids are Saiyans by blood but they don’t share his culture, he’s the only one. Also his tail was cut off! The only real visual difference he had from Humans. He might feel an obligation to be the most Saiyan-y Saiyan (violent & bloodthirsty) since the rest aren’t. Besides, he is the pRiNce of aLL sAiYanS and feels like he can’t let himself lose that part of himself.

Mental Strength

Geets might not be the strongest but he’s definitely got mental strength. He’s gotten his ass kicked again and again and has shown how much of a complete stubborn asshole he can be. He’s used to taking orders and working under stronger powers (his King/father and of course Freiza) and using it to his own benefit or just outright defying them. Vegeta knows that agreeing to Babidi’s Majin powers doesn’t mean he’ll have to submit to him. His willpower is stronger and he’s willing to bet on it. This also makes sense why Babidi didn’t take over Vegeta, Vegeta LET Babidi do it. I bet if he actually didn’t want the Majin powers he could have fought it off.

Majin as a Vice

Back to the motivation problem, he jumps at the chance to fight Kakarot again when it seems like he’ll have the chance at the Tenkaichi Tournament. It’s been 7 YEARS. But, on the day of the tournament, even before fighting him, Vegeta can sense that Kakarot has gained more power than him in the otherworld. At the same time, he learns about Babidi’s Majin powers. This is his ONLY CHANCE to kill Kakarot and of course he makes the reckless choice.

Very on brand for Geets, when cornered he makes AWFUL choices. Remember when he fought Kakarot for the first time? And his ego was bruised because Kakarot, some lowly 3rd class nobody, was able to land a few good hits on him, the PRINCE, and Vegeta decided to just blow up the entire planet (which probably would have killed himself too if it hit!). He’s very intelligent but this isn’t a man who’s calm under pressure.

Also Vegeta felt like he’d perform better if he could let himself be his asshole self again. He went so long without having the motivation to truly fight (7 YEARS!) and now that his chance is here he’s pushing aside everything he considered made him “weak” or unmotivated and knows that the Majin powers would help him do that. Having finally overcome his motivation problems he’s diving head (forehead!) first.

Between that and accepting the Majin powers this guy’s got freaking vices, but they DO work and dude is absolutely having a FANTASTIC time. “I have to say…it feels PRETTY GOOD.”

Besides feeling “pretty good”, he’s also LOOKING “pretty good” with the free ~*eyeliner*~ included in the Majin power package.

Notice me!!

When Kakarot has his 1 day on Earth his attention is split, he wants to visit friends, fight in the tournament, eat food, visit his family and then maybe fight Vegeta—in that order. Vegeta’s not his priority. Geets is DESPERATE for senpai to notice him. Also it’s destroying this boy’s very fragile ego that he even has to earn Kakarot’s attention and it’s only adding to his already monumental ire for this man. And especially once he notices Kakarot has surpassed his strength, he realizes he HAS to take the Majin powers to get this bastard to focus on him. Also…the eyeliner can’t hurt, right?

Learning the cost of vices and healthier ways of being motivated

When finally fighting Kakarot he realizes that even though he’s getting what he wants (sort of…) he’s royally fucked up his family in a shit ton of ways and allowed Buu to be revived which just adds to the fucked up things he’s done to his family and everyone else (the world…maybe even the galaxy lol). Motivation to save them is now powerful enough to let him let go of needing to kill Kakarot (at least for now). Also as much as he wants to fight Kakarot it’s both distracting and impossible to ignore Buu at this point.

I ADORE that on their way to see Buu, Vegeta tricks Kakarot and knocks him out. It’s a little treat for himself. Yes he does it so he can face Buu alone and steal that glory, but I like to think he also did it because he just COULDN’T FUCKING RESIST. It’s not beating him but it’s SOMETHING.

Instead of earning his title as the greatest Saiyan by killing Kakarot he instead emulates him

Just like when Kakarot saved everyone by sacrificing himself to Cell, Vegeta realizes he can at least tie Kakarot for that by doing the same with Buu. Also he probably feels like shit after realizing he’s fucked things up and hopes this might atone for that at least a bit (not much, dude still goes to hell lmao). It’s still sort of a selfish action, but at least he’s also doing it for others. Dude has got to start somewhere. It’s not until after he’s brought back to life that he’s able to actually atone for the shit he’s done (at least in Porunga’s eyes) by admitting Kakarot is the best and he’s happy for him, intentionally getting beat up in order to give Kakarot the time to save the day, and not even caring if he dies in order to kill Buu (again).

Or maybe all of this is bullshit and dude is just an asshole going through an especially bad mid-life crisis that no amount of push-ups, sit-ups or even juice can fix.

#majin vegeta #vegeta

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