#im straighter than a ruler
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can we not ship leah and walker :((
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why cant you just admit that youre gay like a FUCKING MAN AND GO THE HELL TO BED
WHAT???????????????? IM NOT HOMO!!!!!!! NO HOMO HERE!!!! ONLY HETERO!!! STRAIGHTER THAN A RULER THAN A SPAGHETTI THAN YOUR MOM THAN MY BACK THAN LITERALLY EVERYTHING!!!!!!!! I DONT LIKE MEN NOSIREE I’VE NEVER FELT THE TOUCH OF A MAN IN MY LIFE!!!!!!!
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#stupid rant is stupid#im literally so tired of weddings#at this point i only want to go to my queer friends weddings#sorry straight friend i do not want to go to your bachelorette party#where everyone else will 99% probably be straighter than a ruler#do you know whats fun#parties with at least three gays there#you know whats more fun#an abnormal amount of queer people in one space#im have a good reason to miss the actual wedding celebration#which ok i am kinda sad about#but i dont want to go to the lake for a weekend with a bunch of people i dont know lmao#i currently dont have a schedule conflict but it is pride month#maybe i can find something and go OH WAIT SORRY im not available i gotta go be gay#ugh
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"you're a dancer, aren't you?"
“but you’re a dancer, aren’t you?” i blink and i stare at my feet (look up! look proud! keep your head at an angle! you’re a dancer, damn it, look the part.)
“well yeah, but i’m not any good.”
“you’re just being humble!”
swallow. “i guess”.
i’m looking at my hands now. (are they placed delicately enough? am i activating my back, not my arms?) i’m placing them on the table. (slowly, slowly, slowly, light as a feather, keep the energy in your fingertips) and i’m three again. my mom asks if i want to join the class. i’m barely tall enough to see past the strips of frosted glass, but i watch as the dancers become the music: two feet glisse (pointe! pointe!) across the floor as the pianist mimics it: a beautiful trill. i can’t wait to start ballet.
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i sit in the car and stare blankly at the window. three more turns and we’re there. i drag my feet out. i don’t remember when the piano just became an instrument, as opposed to music. i can’t remember the last time the lesson enthralled me more than the hardwood floor. when i stare out the window, i tell myself it’s because im checking my posture, and not because i’m thinking of how it’d feel to be in free fall.
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i’ve quit ballet. i’m happier. i say it to myself when i hear an old piece. i’m happier. why am i holding my hands so gracefully? i am happier. so why do i feel so empty?
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i think i understand again. i think i know what was missing. i think the heart in my chest was weaker without the beat of the speaker. the ache, the exhaustion, the sweat: i understand it all now. i see why i should toil. my heart soars when i’m jumping. i love it. i love it here. i love-
you are your own voyeur. you are the voice in your head. you are the teacher pinching the extra fat on your thighs. you are the reason you’ll never be good enough. i haven’t eaten since last night. i’ve slipped in-between the gap of the wall and the sofa. my legs are contorted and i’m brushing away the angry tears - the sign of my defeat. the beat is no longer the same as my heart beat, but sharp, like the whap of a ruler to a wrist. i admire the pretty pink lines, the lines that i cannot create with my my own flesh and bone. my joints are set to angles that i cannot fulfil. i am breaking as i continue. this time, i don’t look out of the window. i stare in the mirror, desperately trying to create the lines that these swans and jewels create, but i hate the canvas. i think about ripping it apart and starting anew. i don’t stop until my toes are bleeding and my ankles have snapped. i don’t stop even when i find my tights turning from pink into red. the show will go on. the insults are furled deep into me, growing branches and flowers that erupt from my eyes, holding me to a stricter, straighter, scale. i don’t tell anyone.
i tell my parents i want to stop. i tell them about school and my schedule, but i leave out the real heart of it. the dismembered mess of my hopes, dreams, self-confidence, the mass of everything i lost and gained, the sections from my back i removed, and the love i once had.
i still miss it. i miss the ache, the burn, the stretch in my body when i danced. i miss the smell of the roisin, the skyscraper heights i’d reach - god, i fucking miss it so much. there is only so much i can do. amateur - derived from amare: to do something out of the love of it. but what if that’s not enough? what if i long to feel the heat of the lights: a self contained star in the galaxy i’ve built? what if i want to be so beautiful, so enticing, that you become my very own icarus? what if being an amateur isn’t enough? i have swallowed this down. i have made peace with it: i am mediocre at the things i enjoy. i will never be the ballerina i once aspired to be, turning around in my room in my makeshift tutu. i will never be a dancer.
i say: “i stopped a while ago. i’m not really a dancer anymore.”
#riskwrites#ballet#poetry#poem#short poem#poets on tumblr#poets corner#short poems#prose poem#prose#prose on tumblr#writing#writer#free write#writersociety#my writing#dancers
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My favourite text chain was in the gc with my two best friend and two of us are bi and the other one is very very straight and it was just us making fun of it 💀
”Yeah, I don’t have a problem with straight people but I don’t really like when they shove it in my face yk...“
”Im sure we can put our money together and afford some ... therapy ... you know?“
Hilarious in our humble opinions 😌
Amazing
I have one friend in particular who’s straighter than a ruler but literally all of her friends are gay and it’s hilarious because anyone new she meets, always thinks she’s a lesbian and at this point she’s just like ‘Clíona I swear your vibes are just rubbibg off me or something’
She doesn’t care of course but she has had to reject an astonishing amount of girls
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Lost and Found
Anakin Skywalker x Reader
Summary: Set slightly before ROTS, the war with the Separatists was at an all time high. The war was being fought on all fronts, with the Jedi at the forefront of almost every battle. Anakin and his 501st regiment are on their way to meet up with Obi-Wan and his fleet to help protect a planet that’s about to be attacked by the droid army. Anakin begins to feel something in the Force, that leads him to finding something he thought was long lost.
part 01/10 “a surprise”
Word Count: 4.5k
an: so this is kinda like a mix of the movies and tcw series. as far as anakins mannerisms and development but!! i hope you enjoy, im very passionate about these star wars stories right now :) also!! don’t come at me for anakin/padme’s relationship sorry but im working around that
thank you again to @omg-i-am-lord-voldemort for reading through this. you’re the best :)
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There was a disturbance in the Force.
It felt like a cry for help, it felt like a desperate clawing at a life that is fading. But one thing that Anakin Skywalker knew was that he heard his name being called for.
It happened in the dark moments of the night, the stars laid out around the cruise ship he commanded, somewhere near the Outer Rim. He had just managed to fall asleep, but the voice still rang in his ears.
Anakin-
He had stirred awake, his eyes staring into the darkness of his small cabin, and he sat upwards, the blanket he had over his torso falling into his lap. He was confused, but he knew, he knew, he had heard the voice, felt it in his soul. He had tried to meditate to reconnect with that voice, that feeling, but he couldn’t find it again.
He was scheduled to meet up with Obi-Wan the following day to continue on a joint mission to an Outer Rim planet that the Separatists were attempting to invade. There was a large colony, an ally of the Republic, that was facing imminent attack by the droid army, and Obi-Wan and him were being sent to protect the people, along with the 501st squadron.
Obi-Wan stood alongside Anakin as they were being briefed on the mission at hand, but all Anakin could think about was speaking with his master about what he had felt, and if maybe he felt it too. He wasn’t paying much attention as Captain Rex went over the information they had on the colony, the man who was their elected ruler, the terrain, everything Rex had said went in one ear and out the other. Not that Anakin would ever admit that to anyone.
Finally, Obi-Wan had motioned for his padawan to follow him to their ships to leave to the planet below. Anakin’s strides matched his, and Obi-Wan was the first to speak.
“Is something troubling you?”
Anakin shook his head, “I was hoping to speak with you about something I had felt last night, there was a disturbance in the Force, I felt.. Like something, or someone, was calling for help.”
“Yes,” Obi-Wan replied, “I felt it too.”
“I had never felt something that strong,” Anakin continued, “it felt.. close. And I could’ve sworn I heard my name as well.”
“Hm,” Obi-Wan paused, as the two men waited for a lift to arrive, he stroked his beard, “I can’t say I felt that presence.”
The turbo lift had arrived and opened for them to enter. When they did it proceeded to close, and whisk them towards their ship bay.
“But I know it,” Anakin said, “someone called for me.”
The lift opened, and Anakin took a step out, and Obi-Wan followed, “You may be right, but Anakin,” he paused and Anakin looked behind him at his Master, who held a stern gaze, “please be alert on this mission, I fear we are closer to the source than anticipated.”
“Yes, Master.” Anakin answered. The two men nodded their farewells and went their separate ways - Anakin to his ship and Obi-Wan to his. Both ships were to lead a handful of Clone ships down to the surface, and to begin setting up a defense against the anticipated attack. Anakin neared his ship and nodded towards the Clones he passed on the way, and set his hands on ship, his pal R2-D2 whirled around to face him in the droid slot.
“You ready R2?” He asked, climbing into the small cockpit, and settled in for the relatively short trip down. R2 chirped happily at him, and he smiled, flipping a few switches and the engine of the aircraft coming to life. The clear top slid closed as Anakin put a lightweight headset on, and he readied his ship to lift from the ground.
“Try not to fly too hastily,” Obi-Wan’s voice rang in his ears, and Anakin just grinned.
“Can’t promise you that Master.”
The sunlight was prominent through the sparse trees that lined the ground of the city. Mostly a rocky terrain, absolutely not to be confused with Geonosis he’d say, there was a bountiful piece of land the city resided on that was home to a trickle of a river, and a few trees that stood gorgeously large in the middle of the city. The hot planet was otherwise rather calm and cool here, the old natives would say this was because of the fact it was a holy place, but he chalked it up to just being one of the planets characteristics. He was standing in front of his humbly appointed advisors, each who had their eyes locked to the ground, and watched as the Republic vessels landed before him.
How lucky for him to be the host of two Jedi and the famous 501st regime. What an honor!
He cared deeply about honor.
He watched for a moment as the two Jedi hopped out their respective ships, and the large carriers opened to reveal dozens of clone troopers. He smiled at the two gentleman who began to make their way over, and he moved to meet them halfway.
“Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker,” he greeted, clasping his hands together and bowing his head slightly, “it is the highest honor to meet you, even under the dire circumstances.”
“Governor Shuule, thank you for offering to meet with us,” Obi-Wan greeted, his padawan quiet as he observed the surroundings.
“Of course, once we were paid a visit by Count Dooku, I had to alert the Republic immediately,” he nodded as he spoke, “my highest concern is the safety of my people.”
“As is ours,” Obi-Wan replied, and the governor motioned for the two men to follow him into the polished government building.
The words leaving Governor Shuule’s mouth seemed lined with honey, sweet and silky but sticky. He spoke about how the residents of this “fine city” were those who fled their worlds seeking a safe place to call home, and every person they passed by offered a smile - yet they didn’t feel genuine.
There was a disturbance in the Force.
Anakin could still feel it! It kept him on edge, and he allowed his Master to do a majority of the speaking. His mind, on the other hand, wondered, trying to make sense of this feeling-
-that’s how most of the day had passed without him even realizing. The Governor was offering them a chance to clean up before dinner was served. But of course we’ve already sent some food for your troops, he said as they were leaving the room. Anakin let out a pent up sigh, and Obi-Wan chuckled.
“I have never seen you so pensive, Anakin.”
“I’m sorry Master,” he replied and the two began to walk down the corridor towards the exit to outside, there, Rex and Fives were standing with a couple others, discussing something, “but honestly this place gives me the chills.”
“It feels too perfect,” Obi-Wan replied, earning a nod of the head from his Padawan, and as they neared the clones, all but Rex and Fives went off to their posts, and the two remaining clones stood a little straighter, holding their helmets on their hips and ready to give their reports.
“Sir, the outside wall has been secured and set with troops around the perimeter, keeping watch for the night. Most of the civilians have been accounted-“
“Most?” Anakin interjected, receiving a nod from Fives.
“Yes sir, there’s about 3 dozen unaccounted for.”
“That’s far too many,” Obi-Wan replied, there was a happy holler from down which they came. Looking over their shoulders the Governor was waving to them from near the room they came, dinner must have been ready. The two Jedi glanced at one another, almost like reading one another’s mind, and Obi-Wan nodded, leaving Anakin alone with his troops.
“I want you two to search this place, top to bottom,” he ordered, talking lowly for only them to hear, “something feels off, and I want to know what that is. Especially with that many people just unaccounted for.”
“Yes sir,” the two clones said in almost perfect unison, and Anakin nodded, following his Masters footsteps to join the Governor and a few others for a meal.
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The sun had set a while ago, the grounds were dark all along the buildings, some lights illuminating the small residential buildings, others turned off as the two clone troopers walked down the road. The city was like a large circle, making it a bit easier to know where they were going. Both men were chatting as they walked alongside one another, glancing in either direction for anything they hadn’t yet noticed.
“It’s getting late,” Fives commented at one point as they were about to round the corner back towards the front of the largest building, the center of it all, that housed the Governor.
“You heard Commander Skywalker, search top to bottom.”
“Yeah,” Fives scoffed, “search top to bottom of what? Dirt?”
Rex stopped and faced the other clone, tapping his friend on the arm, “We do what we were told, take a look again and see if we missed anything.”
“Alright alright, fine,” the other replied, and they both faced the front of the city, but Rex shoved his arm forward for his friend to stop, giving a quiet stop order, and Fives followed his gaze.
In the distance, they saw Governor Shuule exiting one of the resident buildings, glancing around for anyone who was watching. The two clones quickly stepped around the corner of the nearest building to hide in the shadows, kneeling to the ground to stay as quiet as possible. Rex quickly turned his helmet light off and peered around the corner once again.
Governor Shuule quickly moved around the corner of the door, shutting it tightly behind him and seeming to release a pent up breath. His body relaxed for a moment before straightening and spinning around to face the entrance of his own palace (although he wouldn’t call it that, it was a “home to many”).
Rex’s stomach dropped for a moment, watching the man almost float back inside, carrying himself with as much pride as Dooku did.
“What was that about?” Fives finally spoke, and Rex looked back at him.
“No idea. Wanna find out?”
“Don’t even need to ask,” Fives replied, and both clones carefully made their way to the dark home the Governor had just left.
It was a normal cottage, well as normal as the other ones had looked at least. The outer wall was made of rock, keeping with the design of the tall mountains found nearby, with a metal door and normal windows. Not suspicious at all, unless someone is sneaking out of it of course. Of course, it was locked by a hand scanner, but Rex scoffed.
“Easy,” he mumbled, pulling something from his utility belt and dusting it onto the panel. It was silent for a few moments before beeping happily, and the metal door slid open. Both clones stepped carefully inside, and activated the lights on their helmets once again.
The outside of the building made it look as if there was a large room you were entering into, but that wasn’t the case. The clones stood on a small landing, but the ground beneath them descended down into a dark pit, stairs seeming to twist around a corner. Rex took the lead, taking quiet steps down the stairs, Fives just a few steps behind.
“What do you think he is keeping down here?” Fives questioned, earning a shrug from his companion.
“Something he doesn’t want us to know about,” Rex offered.
The stairs seemed to just keep spiraling, leading the two men deeper and deeper into the ground. The rocky texture was similar to the rest of the planet, with a hung light every once in awhile. How anyone could see down here without proper light, they didn’t know. The deeper they went, there were noises that seemed to resonate louder with each step.
Rex lifted his hand and stopped walking, Fives halting his movements and glancing down, “What is it?”
“There’s an opening,” Rex replied, motioning to the few steps left that were brightly lit, indicating an opening that had some source of light in it. The noise they could make out clearly now sounded like chatter around a room, “Proceed with caution, we don’t know what we’re about to walk into.”
“Yes, sir,” Fives replied, and the two made their final steps down, not prepared for what they were about to see.
The room was a large cave, littered with what they could imagine were the 30 missing souls. There were so many different species, and as they stepped down into the opening, in awe, a group off to the side turned around.
“What the-“
“Clones! We’re saved!”
“They’ve found us!”
Voices began to radiate in the rocky cavern, and with a glance between the two, Rex and Fives took a couple steps forward towards the group that was approaching them. A Twilek, a couple humans, and a Quarren stood in front of them.
“What is going on here?” Rex questioned.
“Shuule has imprisoned us down here,” the Quarren replied, his voice hoarse, “many of us are sick, in desperate need of medical attention.”
“How many of you are there?” Fives asked next.
“Thirty in total,” the Twilek spoke next, her eyes were dark and droopy, “about a dozen are sick, we haven’t eaten in days.”
Fives looked to Rex, who glanced only for a moment at him, “Why would Shuule hide his own people down here with no food?”
“His people..” a human voice managed from the back, causing the Twilek and Quarren to move out of the way. Behind them stood a human female, whose face looked hollow around the cheeks, and skin that had hints of purple like they were freezing. Definitely the worst of the crowd, they were being helped stood up by another on their side.
“Shuule has made his mark in this world by.. by stealing people from their homes.. families,” their voice shook with each word, and as they spoke the crowd only seemed to grow, “and bringing them here to be his slaves.”
Slaves.
Anakin hated slave owners. It made his skin crawl and blood boil when Rex told him over their comm links. Obi-Wan and Anakin had excused themselves when their commas blinked green, indicating a message coming in. Obi-Wan quickly turned to his Padawan, who he had to grasp onto.
“Anakin-“
“That dirty, no good lying son of a-“
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan’s voice was more forceful this time, making his Padawan stop, breathing heavily with his fists clenched, “We cannot make a hasty judgement right now, we don’t know what Shuule is capable of.”
“Oh I can tell you what he’s capable of that disgusting-“
“Our best course of action,” he interrupted, “is to have Rex and Fives evacuate those who are locked away, get them to a medical ship and then the rest to safety. Return them to their homes if we can.”
Anakin shook his head, finally letting out a more calmed tone of voice, “You’re right, Master. We‘ll distract him, and have the men evacuate those people.”
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Looking at the same rocky walls everyday was torture in a new way. And you had been a slave on Tatooine until you were of age and your parents debts were paid off. Needless to say, these orange rocks made you feel crazier then the hot sand of your early life.
You were the first to revolt against Shuule. You had earned you freedom from Tatooine and he stole that from you the day before you were set to leave that desert planet. You were tired of having to wait hand and foot on a man you had hoped to just perish one day.
It’s what he deserved for everything he had done, to everyone here.
You said no to his orders, stunning him and others. He turned around so quickly with his hand fiercely against your face. It had stung, but you didn’t back down.
You said no.
He promptly locked you down here. It was a shock that he had it ready for a situation like this but you weren’t surprised, he was capable of the dirtiest and lowest of things. The first two nights you curled into a ball against this stupid rock and didn’t sleep much.
He visited you two days later, carrying food and water on a silver platter and kneeling in front of you. He had honey eyes and a somber look on his face, offering your sad soul the water first. You took it. That was your mistake. He let you finish everything, really you had inhaled it but there was no difference, with a smug grin. That was when he told you.
“You chose this ending my love.. but don’t worry, the poison should work soon enough.”
You were dying. That bastard poisoned you, and almost everyone else who came down here. You had tried to warn them not to eat the food, and some had listened, but the call of hunger was too strong for some. It had only been a few days, most surviving off just water but we all knew that wouldn’t be able to last forever.
“What are we going to do?” your Quarren friend asked. There was a group of you, the first ones who had been down here, that were looked to as leaders. The ones who wanted to revolt in the first place. Ultimately, the ones who caused this mess.
“Someone will come. Someone will find us,” you managed, your voice weak and you rested your back against another’s.
“How do you know that?”
“I have hope,” you smiled.
Then here they were. The clones now identified as Commander Rex and Fives. They walked around, scanning everyone and counting each head. As soldiers do. When they came to you, Fives was the one to speak to you first.
“What’s your name?”
“(Y/N),” you managed. Your group of friends surrounded you, letting you rest against the rocky wall, your arms laid in your lap and your eyes tired. They looked at you with pity.
You hated that.
“And your last name?” Rex had asked.
You shook your head, “Don’t-“ you closed your eyes, your breath hitching in your throat.
“It’s okay,” Fives places his heavy hand over yours, “we’re going to help you. I promise.”
You nodded, opening your eyes to meet the face of the two men before you, “I know.. I knew you would come.”
“You did,” Rex more so said then asked.
You offered a weak smile, “Maybe not you two specifically.. but I knew someone would. Better now than later.”
“Was that a joke?” Gives asked you, earning a nod from you in response. They chuckled for a moment, before there was a sudden shake in the ground.
“That can’t be good,” Fives commented, both of them standing and placing their helmets on.
“Go up and see what the devil is going on,” Rex commanded. Fives responded with a yes sir and hurried back up the stairs. Others in the cave began to chatter, and your friends all knelt down to help you up.
You felt you didn’t have much longer, but maybe if you could just manage up those stairs-
Rex stood and put his helmet back on, and Fives was scurrying back down, “Sir! The door is blocked. The droids have attacked the city, General Kenobi has sent some of the others to secure the rest of the people, but we cannot get out the way we came.”
Those nearby began to talk louder, what were they to do now? Rex looked all around, before noticing in the distance what seemed to be an opening, maybe a way out. He pointed where the cave opened to darkness.
“Where does that lead?” He asked.
“That.. It shouldn’t go anywhere.” One of your friends answered.
“Well we need to try,” Rex said, “we have to try and get out of here, and survive. It’s our best bet.”
You nodded in agreement, struggling to hold yourself up even with the help of others. They were weak as well, but Captain Rex and Fives were quick to hold you upright. They motioned for your friends to let them help you, and they obliged.
“Thank you,” you said to them both.
“We wouldn’t dream of leaving you behind,” Fives commented, earning a small laugh from you. That made him smile beneath his helmet, all while Rex shook his head. Not the time or place, he thought.
People hurried down the dark cave opening, it was almost like a perfectly made hallway. Where did it go? No one knew. The only lights guiding them were produced from the helmets of the clone troopers. It felt like you were walking forever, but maybe that was just because your strength was leaving your body. A couple times the men had to almost lift you enough that your feet glided across the ground.
You told yourself you would not die on this planet.
The crowd seemed to come to a stop, the people in front of you becoming more and more vocal. Rex and Fives, while carrying you at this point, had to push their way through the crowd.
Your stomach dropped at the sight, maybe even theirs as well. The cave did come to a large opening.
But it was completely blocked by boulders. Something must have caved in. Needless to say, you were trapped. Some people began to weep. The ground still occasionally shook as a battle raged up top, some words filtered through your mind.
We’re trapped!
I can’t go back, my legs are too weak.
I just want to go home.
“Put me down,” you mustered, earning a glance from Rex, “please just put me down.”
They set you back down enough to where your feet touched the ground, your legs wobbled a bit under the pressure, but you released your arms that were hung around each clones shoulders. You took a step forward, and those around you parted slightly.
“(Y/N)-“ a voice said, you’re not too sure who said it, not in that moment.
“I’m not dying like this,” you said, pausing only for a moment as the rest of the people in front of you, “we are not dying like this. Not here, not in this place,” you were finally in front of everyone gazing at the rocks in front of you, “I had hope and I could feel someone would come and find us, and I’m not giving that hope up.”
You had never done this before. Not really. It was only ever just a feeling that you would follow. You took a breath and with closed eyes, you just focused on that feeling. You didn’t know what you were doing, but the silence you had once heard filled your ears in a tone that felt like you were fading yourself.
But then your skin felt warm.
Your eyes fluttered open only for a moment, and the rocks that were once in front of you were know gone, seemingly placed somewhere else in the canyon that was now opened to you. Those around you hurried past you, but your legs buckled from below you.
Rex was the one who caught you before you hit the ground, your eyes closed tightly and skin cool to the touch. What he had just witnessed was something he believed only a Jedi could do. The com on his wrist blinked green, Fives was busy keeping everyone together, and checking on those who had to lower themselves to the ground to sit.
“Captain Rex, please come in,” the voice called. He could recognize it as General Skywalker any day, he knelt down as he held you in his free arm.
“Sir, we’ve managed to get out the cave, but-“
“That’s great, we’re sending a medical transport to your location now.”
“Yes sir,” Rex replies into the com, “but General-“
“We can discuss it when we return to the ship, but right now we need to focus on getting everyone to safety, and Shuule in for his conviction.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied, focusing down at your nearly lifeless body.
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How did you get here?
When your eyes finally reopened you were in a bed, a blanket over top your body, and the room was large, fitting multiple people in a row on each of your sides. Your head fell to the side as you tried to find something of familiarity, only seeing a medical droid a few beds down, along with the clone you had come to know as Fives. He glanced up at just the right moment, saying something to the droid, before making his way over.
“How’re we feeling?” he asked you. Your head rolled back so you were looking straight at the ceiling, the medical droid coming over to read your vitals.
“I feel.. Good. Better than before,” you answered, earning a nod and small smile.
“I’ve been tasked with trying to locate everybody’s home worlds, and finding them a way back to their families, so can you tell me-”
“I don’t have a home,” you cut him off, your eyes were locked with his but he diverted them away from yours. He cleared his throat, and moved out the way as the medical droid asked you if he could sit you upright. You nodded, pushing yourself up on your elbows as it adjusted your pillows, and helped you slide backwards into a sitting position.
“Where were you hoping to go then?”
You thought about it for a moment, “I don’t really know.. When I was freed I had bought passage on the next ship out, I didn’t care where. I was going to look for someone.”
“And who was that?” he asked you.
Anakin was walking alongside his Master towards the bay they had converted into a place to house the refugees. The two were engrossed in a conversation, being followed by Rex behind them. They were heading to follow up with Fives about what he has documented so far. Anakin had to postpone his debriefing with Captain Rex for the moment as they awaited new orders about getting these people back to their homes.
Obi-Wan had told Anakin he was proud of him and how he handled Shuule, and not letting his anger dictate his actions. Anakin nodded, but he was still disgusted with the whole ordeal. He had yet to completely process the last 24 hours, especially with his lack of sleep, but he did feel more at ease.
The Force felt oddly calm.
The doors to the bay opened for the three man group, and they entered still having a casual discussion.
“The Council will have to act fast in this regard,” Obi-Wan was commenting. Anakin nodded, and they neared where Fives stood, “they may decide to send smaller vessels, avoid any kind of detection-”
“Ani?”
Anakin paused. No one besides Padme called him Ani, but it certainly was not her voice that quietly filled the room. It was uncertain, laced with a sweetness he hadn’t heard in awhile. Everyone was watching, and Anakin’s body faced the source of the voice. His mouth parted slightly in confusion, processing what was in front of him.
“(Y/N)?”
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Ok so im terrified to death
my mom just straight up asked me if i was gay or not and like? What the fuck am i supposed to say? Her, my mom who has previously stated that she doesn’t think gay people are natural? Like of course i’m gonna say that i’m straighter than a ruler.
Like hooooo baby maybe i would’ve actually said that yeah im pan if she didnt first approach me yelling about not doing some chores (like yeah my fault but like) what am i supposed to say?
I also spent the next few hours trying to convince her that gay people are still human and that they’re not some freaks of nature lmao She really likes to take the biological stance and not the societal one.
#this bird speaks#OK SO SHE'S ACTUALLY REALLY OBSERVANT AND I NEED TO BE MUCH MORE CAREFUL#im 100% sure she has suspicions now#but i hate that she thinks that the only reason why i could be gay is because of some shit people who were.....coincidentally....gay#and my ex-friends#anyone got some tips?#im super nervous
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Me last year when people asked if i was lgbtq+: Pfffffft, no, im so straight, straighter than a ruler, cant get any straighter than me.
Me now when someone says something about me being straight: Haha yes men (is a raging lesbian)
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Touka and/or Seidou
both because yaaaas!
1: sexuality headcanonTouka: straight? i can see her as bi as well though! Seidou: straighter than the straightest ruler you’ll ever find
2: otpTouka: touken!! Seidou: seiaki (I shipped them more tbh *cries forever*)
3: brotpTouka: yoriko, nishiki, shuu, akira, rize (what), ayato because he’s a literal brotp for herSeidou: amon, hakatori
4: notpTouka: ayato/touka is one of the seven deadly sins Seidou: ......???? kanou....?
5: first headcanon that pops into my headTouka: she still struggles with accepting the fact that she’s beautiful so kaneki makes it a point to remind her everydaySeidou: he and tomoe are best friends now and they’re hunting together
6: favorite line from this characterTouka: every single things she’s said. especially ‘i suck at japanese’Seidou: he said something about hating men’s balls right?
7: one way in which I relate to this characterTouka: she sucks in japanese, i suck in my mother tongue. she thinks ayato is hot and loves him a lot and so do I. (Touka is a very relatable character to me. I’m as impulsive and hot-headed as her younger self, I tend to repress my emotions a lot like she does.) Seidou: that second best thing/ never good enough
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character:Touka: that moment when she just yelled ‘im on my period’ like oh my god touka i love you Seidou: every time he spoke in tg or picked a fight with akira tbfh
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?Touka: cinnamon roll. imma fight you. Seidou: none lmaoooo
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OOP IM HERE FOR THIS ok can i get an IT ship im tinyasf (5'2) im lightskin, straighter than a ruler, gold eyes, im v soft but im also loud and sarcastic and i love pastel colours and exploring my city at night and im funny asf and sometimes im too nice. i have longgg black curly hair, and im an art hoe. yellow and red are my fav colours and you'll never catch me without bubblegum. im really good at advice and calming people down, and i always try to help. sorry if this is weird or too in depthHA
I can definitely see you with Stan. I was leaning towards Bill a little bit but then I reread it, and yeah, it’s Stan.I don’t think it’s just cause of the curly hair or something but that definitely plays into it. You and Stan are both sarcastic, and funny. You’d sneak little jokes in whenever Bill mutters something about Beverly and Stan would laugh then whisper another asshole remark into your ear and you’d both snicker quietly, ignoring Richie suggesting what a great of a couple you’d make.Maybe also because you’re definitely on the shorter side and Stan is a fucking tree. You can fucking climb him.He loves to use you as a rest for his arm and you fucking hate him for it but he secretly loves when you narrow your eyes, pop your gum, and shove his arm off. Both you and Stan share a bond, a bond you can’t quite break. During his Bar Mitzvah you were there, blowing and popping your bland pink bubblegum you’d see ripped from movies and leaned back into your seat next to Richie. Half out of it and dozing off all the while listening to Richie quietly mutter comments underneath his breath and also kinda listening when suddenly Stan moves away to speak into the microphone, sweaty hands tightening around it as his father moved to snatch it away from him. Stan quickly utters a curse into the microphone after finishing the very shocking speech and before you know it, speeds over in your direction, only to pass by you and whisper a quick “sorry” before rushing off. Richie jumps up in a hurry and slowly caps before being pulled down by his mother but your eyes weren’t able to catch it as you dashed off and after Stan.You two spent a lot of time together after that and, he didn’t know how, but he was falling harder than he could stop himself. Whether it was from sneaking sly remarks together whenever Richie would say something stupid, or whenever Henry would commentate on his religion and you’d step in, sarcastic and slightly out of character as your niceness wasn’t there, he loved it. From the top of your curly hair to the bottom of your feet where tons and tons of bubblegum wrappers stood, he loved you. Every inch.
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i like to make my straight female friends blush so they know not to settle for boys who don't open their car door for them
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20 Questions Tag!
So ive done this a while ago but ive been tagged by a bunch of babes so i thought ‘why not do it again!’
I was tagged by @prince-consort-erik @illeaslockedbluebox @ohmyfreakingcherries! love you guys!
The rules: You tag twenty people you want to get to know better and answer 20 questions. (im too tired to think of 20 people lol sorry fam)
Name: Deeptha
Nickname: Deeps, Aria, Deepi, Deep
Zodiac: gemini
Orientation: straighter than a ruler
Height: 5′7″
Nationality: Canadian / Indian
Favorite fruit: Tomatoes ;) grapes, kiwi
Favorite season: Winter+Fall+Spring
Favorite book: wth nooooo i love wayyy to many
Favorite flower: jasmine? idk
Favorite color: blue, black , white, gold, silver, turquoise
Favorite scent: vanilla, the smell after it rains, lavender, vanilla bean noel from bath and body works
Favorite animal: unicorns and dolphins
Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: french vanilla + red tea
Average hours of sleep: what is sleep
Cat or dog: both idc
Favorite fictional character: kaz brekker because gimme that ruthlessness and power and badassery
How many blankets do you sleep with: One
Dream trip: around the world
Blog was created: november 21st, 2015
Followers: 701!!! (ill probably do blogrates or edit requests!)
i tag; @officialmaxonschreave @damnmalec @brunettebookwyrm @ihavehalfofmyblood @fangirlingforinfinity
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My brother and I had a chat about sexuality
Joe: I forget how gay you are
(Note, he didn't say this in a mean way, more fond. Both my siblings are straighter than a ruler. I am...not)
Me: But I'm Not?
Joe: Well..ok, I didnt want to get into this but now in confused.
Me: Explain your confusion and I'll elaborate
Joe: You're dating a girl.
Me: Yes.
Joe: So..
Me: I'm trans. You know this.
Joe: ....right. ok, so you're, you're a..boy, and you're dating a girl, but you've dated guys in the past?
Me: Jesus, no I'm not Jesus but, wouldn't that be cool? Anyways, so, try to keep up here my guy. I'm not gay, I'm not straight. Bi...could work but there's, so there's romantic attraction and sexual attraction, right?
Joe: I guess, yeah.
Me: Great, so romantically, I'm pretty much game for any gender or lack there of. Doesn't phase me. Ok?
Joe: Ok, so, their...gender doesn't matter to you.
Me: Right. Sexual attraction wis-
Joe: Dear god
Me: Yo I was there when your wife gave birth I don't want to hear it.
Joe: Right
Me: Right, so, sexually, 80% of the time I would rather nap or play videogames or cuddle. So no matter how I feel emotionally I'm just, not actively in the game physically. Like y'all are playing football and I'm over here playing Pokemon.
Joe: That's that asexual stuff you talked about before
Me: Right!
Joe: But you...you do have. You know. With people.
Me: There are football video games. It's like that. Like I'm not, im not a player on the field, I'm just playing the videogame, it's still fun but it's not the same. Does that make sense?
Joe: Yeah, so, you're not gay?
Me: Nope,
Joe: And you're not straight, and bi...doesnt fit right
Me: Right, if you're down for the technical terms, I'm panromantic and asexual.
Joe: Lord
Me: You can just say I'm queer, my dude. I'm ok with that, I use the term myself.
Joe: Oh, uh,
Me: Yeah just fight anyone who drops it as a slur for me
Joe: Yeah I can do that
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me: im straighter than a ruler
yoongi: my name is yoonji; I'm the new transfer student
me: move it y'all I'm gay
#bts#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts fluff#min suga#suga#min yoongi#yoongi#agust d#bts yoongi#bts suga#yoongi imagines#yoongi scenarios#yoongi fluff#suga imagines#suga scenarios#suga fluff#btschats
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non-magical/non-watford AU
for @snowbaz-feda Adorned in her favourite pink cat jumper, a frilly purple skirt, stripy thigh-highs and her red cat eye specs- Penelope pushed open Angela Taubman's door. "Bunce??" A girl asked clutching her red party cup and staring. Soon enough everyone had turned to Penny and she felt their eyes burning in to her. "Hey!" She smiled and waved, only to be greeted by a snigger or two and immediate loss of interest. "Penny!" Angela smiled and pursed her lips before speaking again. "You want a drink?" Bunce glanced down to the bottle of Sourz cherry vodka the other girl was holding and grimaced. "I'm okay thanks." Angela rolled her eyes, "c'mon P, live a little!" She reached for one of the haphazardly scattered clean red party cups and poured in a tiny bit of vodka before handing it to her, "it's just like cherry scones!" "Crowley Angela," Penny spun around to see the one and only Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch dragging on a cigarette and clinging on to his seemingly less-drunk shirtless boyfriend Simon Snow. "If the girl doesn't wanna drink don't force her." Snow slurred his words slightly as Baz started nibbling on his ear lobe and dragging him in to the back garden. Penny was about to go and thank them when Agatha Wellbelove stepped through the back door looking horrified yet still somehow composed. "Yeah, its uh not a good time to talk to them um..." She coughed in to her hand before letting a fake smile show on her pale cheeks. "I'm Agatha by the way." She smiled for real, regaining her confidence. "I'm Penelope, but you can just call me Penny if you want!" She held out her hand for Agatha to shake before pulling it back and realising how awkward that must have been. A few shots later and they were collapsed on the kitchen floor laughing and beaming like they had known each other forever. "So how'd you know Simon?" Penny giggled, tangling her legs with agatha's. "Okay s'ya know Baz? Well Snow left me for 'im after Baz like basically told me he loved me, it's reeaally fucked up right? Then those two "sworn" enemies decided to just say fuck it and snog- but i swear Snow is straighter than a goddamn ruler and don't even get me started on Baz..." TO BE CONTINUED
#queue is for people who haven't been kidnapped by fucking numpties#queer#carry on#carry on simon#carry on by rainbow rowell#rainbow rowell#penny bunce#penelope#agatha wellbelove#agatha#wellbelove#art
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On a Monday morning, Patrick awoke to the sound of a blaring alarm. With an exasperated sigh, he picked up his phone and chucked it out the window.
“PATRICK,” yelled his mother from downstairs. Patrick immediately awoke, fearing for his own life. He ran downstairs swiftly in his My Little Pony footie pajamas. The sound of pounding footsteps against the wood flooring echoed throughout the hallway, all the way down to the kitchen. His mother immediately face-palmed due to his attire. “I’m not even going to ask,” she stated whilst shaking her head.
“Uh-I can explain!” he shouted with the utmost sincerity.
“No-no I don’t even think I want to know,” his mother replied. Patrick stood in the kitchen attempting to avoid eye-contact with her. “Okay so this is not the reason I called you down, did you throw your Samsung I8160 Galaxy Ace II Black ffa11® out the window?”
“Yeah…” he trailed off, “But don’t worry it’s not broken I’ve done this a million times!” He replied earnestly.
“Okay, son, but just get ready you don’t wanna be late for your first day of school!”
“Yes, I do.”
He walked out of the kitchen and walked back up the stairs. Once he reached the great feat, otherwise known as the top of the stairs, he was already huffing and puffing. He mumbled quietly to himself, “#Relatable,” although he regained most of his energy and slipped on his khakis and an ‘I used to have a social life, before I took an arrow to the knee’ t-shirt over his body along with sunglasses with the words ‘YO and LO’ on each of the lenses. He soon took his Rainbowdash backpack from underneath his bed and ran back downstairs, getting his exercise for the day. He grabbed the crisp toast from the toaster and shoved it into his mouth and broke out into a Naruto sprint, getting his exercise for the week.
A group of teenagers around his age stood in huddles around the bus stop. He immediately recognized this as separate groups of cliques. A smol five-foot boy waved to get Patrick’s attention.
A cryptic, yet familiar sound filled the silence. Patrick felt a shiver run down his spine, perhaps it was just the cold Summer air? “Howdy! I'm Koy-chan,” said the small boy, before Patrick could introduce himself the boy cut in once again, “Koy, the student body president! You’re new to the school, aren't cha?” Koy cut in before he could answer, once again, “Golly, you must be so confused, someone ought to to teach you how things work around here, so I guess little ole me will have to teach you,” He replied with a twisted smile.
“Okay that’s great and everything, but do you hear that?”
“Oh, that’s just my ringtone don’t worry about it, as I was saying—” The bus came to a screeching halt, to Koy’s disappointment. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME I WAS JUST ABOUT TO—” By then Patrick had already left, Flow- I mean Koy called out to Patrick… But nobody came.”
Patrick walked down the bus aisle scanning for an open seat, his eyes met with his ex-Aaron, as Aaron smiled sweetly and moved his Fluttershy bag so Patrick could sit.
“Nope,” He stated as he sat in the middle of the aisle. On the hour bus ride, the group of cliques fell into perfect harmonies of WAKE ME UP and Kumbaya. Patrick could appreciate this. Everyone exited the bus and took off his ‘YOLO’ sunglasses muttering, “Mother of God,” under his breath.The school was massive, and cliches were littered throughout the front. A blaring alarm sound and everyone began their journey to their first class. Patrick looked at his schedule. As he scanned it he noticed the word, 'Phycology' printed in a bold letter at the top. He narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Wtf is this SJW bullshit?!" He continued to walk forward accidentally bumping into a back leather blob.
"Watch where you're going you cis scum!" He aggressively flipped his hair before Patrick could even attempt to stutter and barely apologize. Patrick continued to walk forward, being sure to avoid any more of whatever the fuck that was.
The room read '666'. Patrick entered finding the closest seat the front like the need he is. He took out his materials and immediately crashed face first into his desk. He awoke in the middle of a lesson.
"All of you failures just missed the perfect demonstration of REM sleep. Patrick, good job extra credit for you!"
Patrick casually fell asleep again. Another loud bell spud for the next period. So he walked straight into the math building. Literally. He now had a bloody nose and rock-kun slapped him, thinking he was being perverted and doing something he shouldn't have. He blushed slightly as he was into kinky shit. He then walked in and sat again in the front as always. The teacher began the class starting with,
"Okay class today we'll be learning about slope! It'll be really fun and I'm sure this weekend so many of you will be doing math for fun!"
Patrick fell asleep again. He awoke to the sound of, "and now you all know how to use -mx+b form to calculate how downhill your lives are going." The bell sounded and now it was the most difficult class. Lunch.
Patrick walked around, Pop-Tart in hand searching for someone to take pity on him and allow him into their clique. There was always that 2007 edgy teen that he met. Or Aaron. Edgy teen it is!
He walked under the weeping willow finding the black void sitting underneath it, a black leather journal in hand. Patrick sat down criss-cross-applesauce.
“fuck off m8,” exclaimed Patrick
"Um, wait till Tumblr hears about this," He flipped his hair.
"I'm sorry," Patrick said as the grunge idiot whipped out his phone, whilst repeatedly flipping his hair.
"Okay, I guess I can like forgive you because I haven't been triggered so far." He flipped his hair again.
"Wow, really?!" He replied excitedly.
"Yeah I guess, I mean I have this poetry slam and it's like really lame but if you want to you could watch me perform. Not like I'd care if you didn't go. I'd probably just write some really good poetry about it tbh."
After lunch, he just took off until the poetry slam took place. This was an entire week he skipped. He entered the darkened art room and immediately recognized every last one of the Grunge's paintings. They were all various shades of black and gray background with a white anarchy symbol. He walked in just in time as it was his turn.
"So...um up next is... Yves!" He began muttering silent enough so only Yves could hear, "Please don't do anything to weird like the last one, we can't afford any more mics being broken."
"Yeah I know, trust me it'll be fine." She cleared her throat before unfolding a sheet of paper with her poem on it. "I love the way the way you speak, your voice so sweet as though it were honey, if I could I would hold you until the end of time. With ropes. I love the idea of having my hands around your neck allowing complete control over your life. Oh, how I love you so. If I could I'd gag-"
"OKAY! That's enough, I'm kinkshaming this shit, give it up for, Yves! As this is her final performance," he glared as she sat back down. That audience snapped. Patrick thought long and hard about the message he just couldn't quite figure it out.
"Up next is...Peri!" So that was his name.
"DEATH, DESTRUCTION, CHAOS, POVERTY, MOIST SOCKS," all that could be heard was a single breath from Peri and the audible squirming coming from the local rock fucker at the word, 'moist,' "Thank you," Peri breathes heavily and dropped the mic as feedback echoed throughout the room.
"DID YOU BREAK ANOTHER FUCKING MIC?!" The principle yelled.
"FIGHT CAPITALISM!" He yelled in response and did a barrel roll out the window and was just gone. Patrick clapped loudly and the snapping poetry people just stared at him.
"Hey, so not to be weird or anything but do you know any not-so-straight girls? Name's, Eli by the way," they shook hands. "So you got an answer. I mean I'm not gay or anything but like...Girls exist and stuff. I'm asking for a friend! It's not for me that's gay and I'm straighter than a ruler, straighter than the straightest line, straighter than stripes! Straighter than anyone! I AM THE STRAIGHTEST! IM NOT GAY, YOU ARE!"
"Okay jeez I get it you're straight no need to get twisted," he calmly replied.
"IM NOT TWISTED, IM STRAIGHT! But so like do you know any girls, asking for a friend," they calmed down by then.
"No, I don't. I only know the 'do a barrel roll' kid."
"Okay, well, see you Saturday at the party I guess."
@ikolonena you wanted this shit.
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