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#a quarter of a century almost
sersi · 1 year
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i’m (mostly????) a mando season three enjoyer, but the creative Choices™ are reaching a level that can only be explained by the decade or more away “this is what it was actually like at lucasfilm during the era of bob chapek, a panini, and g*na c@rano blowing up her own career (and maybe also some narrative plans)” exposé
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viseryseddard · 1 year
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So I just read that Bill Shatner wrote (when writing his book) that the first thing he thought when meeting Deforest Kelley was that he liked his hair and that he wanted to look and sound like him??
Shatner being relatable really wasn’t on my 2023 bingo list but pop off ig
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funnywormz · 1 year
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im turning 23 in a week what in the goddamn
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green-and-grey · 4 months
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what's more fun than ganging up with your 39 year old sister in year middle of the grocery store to pester your mom into buying pez dispensers for you because "mo-oooom! it's tradition! we have to have pez for christmas!"
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avionvadion · 2 years
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Your Majesty!! I am unworthy 🥺 💕
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bookpdf · 2 years
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they were sick for making this (the passage of time)
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I low-key think it's kind of dumb to be afraid of aging. My family doesn't age very quickly, to be fair, but most of the older people i know are engaging and knowledgable and wonderful people. I'm going to be 25 in a few months. I'm excited. I've come so close to Death that we could have kissed. I told a friend after i inhaled my drink that Death and I are cuddle buddies but aren't ready for the next step in our relationship. Like. Hello. Aging is not the enemy people seem to think it is. I'll get older and I'll be just as silly as I am now, as i was ten years ago. Dignity is overrated. Elegance is understated. You can be elegant and silly at the same time or in turns and people find it charming.
Aging gracefully is elegant. Taking joy in life is silly, and charming, and childish in equal turns according to the internet. There is a reason why YOLO is the herald for silliness and joy.
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themaevethcometh · 1 year
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annual “change my age in my bio” day
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lapeaudelamemoire · 1 year
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I don't think if you're a 'US'-ian that you can understand how utterly sick and tired a non-US person can be of just hearing about US stuff all. Of. The. Fucking. Time.
Even if I wanted to block all 'US' content this would be impossible. Fucks sake I'm almost about to communicate exclusively in Mandarin from now on so I (even then impossible) never have to deal with 'Westerners' ever again
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faytelumos · 10 hours
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*SCREAMING*
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rooh-afza · 1 month
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soft tofu is so good… texture of all time truly
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felinelun · 4 months
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The New Year is the main holiday where I live instead of Christmas. So!
Happy New Year to all who selebrates!
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margotwhat · 5 months
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finding out after 24 years you have the curly hair you’ve always wanted and it turns out you just weren’t styling it correctly
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chaosseeking · 6 months
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genuinely cannot believe its been 3 years since the nov 5th ive been seeing posts about the anniversary and was like "oh yeah its already november its been a whole year since everything happened all at once" but no ive graduated college, gotten a new job, and moved since the cw decided to trigger The Events
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It’s once again that time of the year
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welshaphrodite · 1 year
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I think the saddest character in the Hunger Games franchise is Mags Flanagan. She is as almost as old as the Games themselves. She won the 11th Hunger Games. Then, for the entirety of her life, for over 60 years, she was forced to relieve that same trauma year after year, trying to train kids, save kids, just like herself. Over time Mags watched the Games get more brutal, more “entertaining”. She watched her community sacrifice two children over and over again. There is nothing Mags can do but bare it. She desensitizes herself. She reaches her 80s. She is old and almost free of the pain; the trauma has formed a callous. But Mags will continue to work until she dies. This is all she has ever known. 
Then, the 75th Quarter Quell is announced and Mags is back on the stage for the first time in 60 years. A reaping outfit. Her name in a glass bowl. The tension, the dread, the silence before the reading of the name -- Annie Cresta. But to Mags, it never mattered the name that was picked. She knew her hand was going up. And for the first time since she was a child, she is back in the Games. 
During her the 11th Hunger Games, Mags was caged in the zoo with the other tributes. This time, she is presented with a gorgeous suite, the best food the Capitol has to offer, and the finest clothes. The 11th Hunger Games were televised on a blurry screen; now, all of Panem is going to watch her every move. Mags knows she isn’t going to win. But, as she spends the last weeks of her life walking in the shoes of every child she couldn’t save, as the trauma of her own Games is as alive and present as it has ever been, she knows that, for the first time in her long life, she was able to truly save at least one person from this fate. 
Hope is a funny thing. Mags picked apart the Capitol’s logic and the heart of the Games long ago. She knows why they allow one victor, and how every tribute goes into the arena hoping its them. She knows this is unrealistic; all of Panem knows that only one will come out alive. But even as she rises into the ticking clock of the arena, that stubborn feeling flutters in her chest. Maybe she will get out of there with the rest of the rebels. But if not --
Mags looks to Johanna. To Katniss and Peeta. To Finnick. Her hope for them is stronger, steadier, than the hope for her own self-preservation. She looks into the cornucopia of weapons, the familiar ring of twenty-four tributes, and allows herself to dream that maybe, maybe, this is it. This will be the last one. 
For the first time in over half a century, Mags won’t be watching the Games from the comfort and safety of a faraway room. This time, she has the chance to help directly. To be able to protect others with more than just a parachute full of supplies. To have the ability to save another life. To save multiple lives. To save all the future children of Panem. 
The gong sounds.
Mags smiles. 
She dives into the water. 
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