beyond grateful for the people that are surrounding me in my life, just as i am grateful for the people i’ve parted ways with, for without them, i would not be the person i am today.
“Din Djarin’s identity as a Mandalorian will always be central to his character, and his devotion to his orthodox religion, warrior’s creed, and its chivalrous code of honor is a truly noble one.”
and
“Din Djarin’s devotion to his creed has fundamentally isolated him from love, his role as The Tribe’s breadwinner was as unsustainable as it gave him purpose, and the fierceness of his faith stems from unprocessed trauma and the guilt he feels as an orphan and a foundling. His views on what it means to be a Mandalorian were narrow until he met others who didn’t conform to his own creed, and in this, his status as an voluntary oathbreaker is equally as integral to his character.”
do you ever think about how will probably wishes he was braver?
that he could tell mike the truth about himself without having to speak in code. that he could stick to his guns when he's been wronged and stand up for himself rather than tucking tail and turning the other cheek. that he could be less shy, less sensitive, less cowardly, and maybe then his loved ones wouldn't forget about him as often as they do.
maybe then they would pick him first, rather than leaving him for last. maybe then they would want to hang out with him and hear what he has to say. maybe then they would treat him like they used to, like he can still take care of himself just like they can, instead of like a fragile little thing that they pick up only when they need him. maybe then they would care about him as much as he cares about them. maybe then he wouldn't doubt that it could all come crashing down once they know who he really is, and always has been, because the rest of him would've been enough.
like, maybe he wishes he didn't freeze or run away so much. maybe he wishes he wasn't so afraid all the time, of every little thing. that he could be brave like mike, el, or his mom. i mean, el's been through so much, too. why can't he be more like her? why does he have to hide behind her? he hides behind her when the monsters come crawling back, and he hides behind her when he can't bring himself to say what he really means—even after getting on her case about it.
he spent so much time on that painting. he didn't let anyone see it—it was that special to him. why couldn't he own up to that? there's no monster in the van with him; it's just him and mike and this painting of the party, nothing inherently incriminating or romantic, and still—he can't help himself. he retreats back into the shadow, shrinks into himself, and tells lie after lie to the person that he never lies to, that he knows doesn't fucking deserve that, just because he's too scared.
of course he'd feel like a mistake sometimes. of course he'd hate who he is (if That script is to be believed), when he can't even talk to the one person that would understand without lying straight to his face, over and over again, like a fucking hypocrite. of course he'd feel so lost without the person that tells him it's okay to be this way and shows him that there is indeed strength in it. of course he'd hate who he is when he's encouraging someone to be true and speaking about their courage, all while being incapable of taking his own advice, and giving the credit for all of his love and efforts and emotions to someone else.
so many people died to bring him back, so many people died just because he didn't stay dead when maybe he should have, and for what? so that he can continue to hide rather than live his life? so that he can turn into a "worse" version of himself? so that he can live in fear? so that he can continue to ache for a past that he can never return to, while everyone else moves forward and berates him for not doing the same? time stopped in the upside down when will went missing, and he's been stuck there ever since, too. too much has happened for him to move on from. too much has changed—he's changed. he's too different now, in every way, and the older he gets the more clear it becomes.
of course he'd feel like a mistake. of course he'd hate who he is. he's the common denominator here: in his loneliness and in this war. the boy who came back to life when others didn't. the boy that got possessed and couldn't fight it. the boy that turned into a liar and a coward and must learn to live with it, even if it's at his own expense. the boy that can't let go of the past and whom the past won't let go of either, because even after everything, he's still connected to this great evil that won't let him go. they got it out of him, and yet the tether remains, because of-fucking-course it would.
just—why? why him? why can't anything ever go right with him? why is he always the outlier? i think that overwhelming amount of fear, shame, grief, guilt, exhaustion, and loneliness would wear anyone down, let alone a teenager that never asked for any of it and has experiences so unfathomably unique that the only other people that could have possibly understood are literally dead.
beaming everyone on the dashh with good brain day vibes!!! i hope that you all can remember to extend self-compassion to yourself whenever you're feeling down about something 💙
Literally cannot comprehend that some people just... go places.. I know someone who just got back from a 2 week vacation and then the day they came home they went out to eat at a restaurant (at a busy time mind you, like 7pm on a saturday night!!) and then went to a mall to shop and then woke up early for brunch the next day and were at a bar in the afternoon and so on and so on and it’s like... god don’t you get tired of being places? If I go grocery shopping for 20 minutes on monday and then have a doctor appointment on tuesday, I am SO tired of leaving the house that I want to do nothing for the next two weeks lol... Doing multiple major tasks/trips in one day and ENJOYING it and SEEEKING IT OUT is utterly inconceivable to me.. we are different creatures entirely lol
Hi. this might be long so feel free to delete but i would like some advice/help. so i am trans i have known i am trans for years and years. since i was a toddler. i came out first when i was a preteen and i sort of fluctuated between identifying as 'just' binary male and various nombinary genders for a while until settling on binary male a couple years ago. but lately ive been wondering whether im trans het or a nonbinary butch lesbian. i am only attracted to women and im only comfortable with masculine terms he/him pronouns all that stuff. but idk. it's complicated and i am also both intersex and autistic so i feel kinda weird about it anyway. i tried identifying myself a s a butch lesbian a few days ago but i changed my mind after about 20 minutes because im worried about people interpreting me as a woman when really my gender is very masculine with some other stuff like an alien. idont know how else to explain it sorry
I definitely get where you're coming from, and I don't think I'll have the "right" answer for you - not because of anything you are, but because you are the expert in your experiences. I'm sure you know that, but I always want to remind people of that, sometimes we get caught up in making sure that we are "right."
There are plenty of other butches, genderqueer people, trans guys - whatever, really - who are in the same boat. It can be hard to navigate and make sure who you are is understood. I think a lot of times, people will interpret you based on their own ideas, and that does suck, but it often doesn't indicate a lot about what you are doing. I definitely think if it makes you comfortable, you should claim it, though I get how complex that can be.
And like... I know so many butches and whatnot who totally get where you're coming from, and I think finding those people can make it so much easier to see yourself claiming it, if that makes sense. If you haven't, please do surround yourself with a bunch of people who have those similar experiences.
You contain multitudes. You are multifaceted, and that may include being "contradicting." Whatever you feel best in is right for you. I don't know what is best for you, but I do know you deserve to be heard and not judged. I hope you extend that curtosy to yourself.
ngl i always find it a red flag when someone’s like viciously aggressive towards astrology bc some people’s response is so out of proportion. it’s fine to dislike it or completely disbelieve it & think it’s a waste of time but literally part of being an adult is learning to coexist with other people’s beliefs. the reason responses to astrology in particular are so telling is because you’d have to reach extremely hard to demonstrate any meaningful harm being perpetrated via so its obvious that your response to a little bit of whimsy is to act like a giant baby
The fact that I'm not tall enough makes me actually want to self die. Like idc what other people say in terms of why I deserve or don't deserve to die but. If I was 6'0" I'd feel a lot less constantly depressed.
28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?
i love this question and feel ill equipped to answer it, bc the answer is: I Don't Know. i definitely have struggled with feeling pressured to produce in fandom, or to produce writing that i was really proud of and happy with every single time, or to produce writing that other people might really enjoy, and it all became way too much. this all came to a head for me a few months ago and i experienced a very profound fic burnout that was really not fun at all and had me considering leaving fandom. and ever since i've been on the other side of that, i find that i don't feel this same pressure, and i'm able to enjoy the process of writing a lot more and not think so much of outcomes/reception, because i've seen how bad it feels when it gets Real Bad and it's easier for me to prioritize preventing that. so it's hard to say, because i dont think "let the pressure escalate until it overflows and you realize that literally none of this matters except for what YOU get out of it" is a very universal or healthy way of dealing with pressure, but it was my personal somewhat strange process, and in ways i'm grateful it got as intense as it did because i can honestly say my relationship with fic is significantly healthier than i think it has ever been now.
i think for me it's important to make sure that every single thing i write now is for me first. even if it's for a fest (which i have cut back on a lot to maintain this) -- even if it's for a gift -- it has to be for me first. because if i'm not enjoying what i write, then it just becomes work, and i have enough work with my like actual job.
32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?
OH MAN OK i'm not sure if these are my all time favs but they're the ones that come to mind:
Draco and Harry's first kiss in Buds Blooms and Beards:
“Christ, Potter. Relax,” he says. He steps close, and Harry shivers when he places an open palm on his collarbone. Draco looks at him curiously as though Harry has suddenly sprouted antlers. Harry tries his best not to meet his intense gaze, but finds that his eyes fall down to his lips instead.
“Alright then,” Draco says. “This is the part where I unfurl my secret homosexual tentacles and use them to suck your life force out through your ears. Have you brought yours along as well?”
Draco trying to determine Harry's sexuality under the guise of herb preferences in Mise en Place:
Draco rolls his eyes. “I can’t just ask,” he says. “That’s far too forward.” He runs a hand through his hair, suddenly vexed. “But then — some people seem like they like coriander, but they really like parsley. And sometimes you think you have someone completely pegged as a parsley fiend, but really they can’t get enough of coriander.”
Harry pauses, taking in Draco’s apparent misery over the mere prospect of garnishes. Then he shrugs. “I like both.”
And Harry's latest dad joke in Twelve Moons which i laughed too much at writing because i am a walking dad joke:
“Sure,” Malfoy says. “It can be a trial run. We can find out whether we can actually interact without killing each other. I’ll even call you by your first name — Harry, was it?”