in a galaxy next door

"He wouldn't say that" has a beautiful cousin, and her name is "That's Not What This Story is About".

Being crazy about a piece of media for any amount of time will leave a weird mark on you forever because years later you’ll see someone posting something about it like “can we talk about this frame” and you’ll be like “ah that frame. i know all about that frame. I was once a scholar of that frame.”

On this international women’s day I want to thank all the wonderful female athletes for staying in an environment that’s often so hostile towards women. Thank you for continuing with your sport when so many young girls stop once they start puberty. Thank you for becoming inspirations for other young girls and giving them someone to look up to, to make them believe in their dreams. Thank you for fighting and staying strong despite all the pushbacks from misogynistic media, constant sexism and overt criticism. Thank you for staying ambitious and celebrating your achievements even if people are belittling them. Thank you to the women of colour for staying strong despite facing twice as many obstacles. Thank you to the queer women for being brave enough to live your truth in an environment that’s strewn with homophobia. Thank you to the non-binary athletes for competing despite being forced into gender binaries and getting hate thrown their way every single day. I love you all, thank you for bringing me so much joy and escape and for letting me be a part of your journey <3

what if there was a red string of fate tying us together and it was made of star-eating microorganisms that were killing our respective solar systems

Just came home from a dinner party with the friendgroup at which several people kept saying "Ask Pedro" or "Pedro will know" and I was terrified that they were referring to an AI like Claude but no, thank fuck, they were referring to a cardboard cutout of Pedro Pascal that someone left upstairs and who has been designated a kind of patron saint status in the household.

ahsoka sees rotta on a new republic base and undergoes all five stages of grief when she realizes that that's baby stinky from her first mission ever with anakin and force, she's old (category 5 adult experience)

Luke shows up and Rotta goes “hey ur dad and his apprentice saved me one time when I was a baby” and Luke is like “My dad? Really? Like? Grew up on Tatooine and probably hated ur dad my dad?” *mutters* “Vader?????” Leia is in the background having a crisis.

Incredibly violent take of mine but I actually don’t think you need to relate to a story in any way to enjoy it. You can enjoy a story even if you can’t point at a character and insert some aspect of your personality or identity into them. In fact I would argue the need for a character like that to be present in every single story you experience is a sign of stunted growth.