If everything is good in the tl4j AU, then the jedi school must face the only challenge left for them: school v school aca-decathalons. All force senstives/force adjacent (the jedi, the nightsisters, the chiss navigators) have to duke it to prove which “school” is the best. The force olympics one may call it
holy crap your mind! yes!!!!!!!!!
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i know it is a part of life to feel bad things sometimes - but i wonder about that. about how deeply i tend to absorb things. i've seen other people shake off what i have spent months in bed crying over. i have trouble balancing a schedule that other people would consider to be easy - and for me is barely-manageable.
i keep thinking that i want to trap the bad things into a locket. to stop them from skulking out into the air. i am so sick of carrying around a wince with me. i want to be able to breathe deeply. what is it about me - what makes it hard, to be living?
i think i was born too tender. i never figured out how to harden my chitin. i think i born for a different planet. i haven't figured out how to run along this one. to let it slide off of me, gentle and soft-tongued.
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So let me see if I have this right: you are a single, learned woman, who keeps both cats and birds and communicates with them far better than most. You have quite the garden and make your own food quite a bit, and are uninterested in romantic endeavors. You are occasionally solitary, but the company you keep engages in similar bouts of strangeness. Your house grows foreign and foreboding in the darkness, though in light it appears quite mundane.
Ma'am, I think you might be a witch. Also, you are, like, one of the coolest people I know of.
Were it not for the bottomless and abiding scepticism rooted artery-deep in me, I'd be cooking up spells on the regular. But there's enough magic in the everyday for me, when I go looking for it.
As it stands, what I want is to be weird, authentically. I'd never call myself a witch because I don't have the belief to back it up, but I do believe in living with intention. Not as an aesthetic, although I think that beauty is in many respects as important as functionality. I don't want a plastic halloween cauldron with fake bubbling brew, I want a good cast iron dutch oven and black chili peppers from the garden. I want that feeling of being eight and mashing wild mulberries into a potion to happen every time I reach for the herbs in their mismatched glass jars in the cupboard. There's a heap of crystals on the top of my apothecary cabinet because I use them as paperweights for the heavy rag paper that's been stored rolled-up too long. If I have a familiar or two, it's only because I work consciously on building good communication with my four-legged roommates. And if the portrait in the drawing room seems to always follow you with his eyes...well, that's just my great-grandfather H.B. Wolf, who was always a little eccentric.
And yes, okay, I'd like the neighborhood kids to be a little scared to approach come Halloween night.
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