nobody knows what's going on

Just in case, I didn't mean to offend anyone.

It could just be a cute gimmick, but please don't log in to an unofficial AO3 site with your credentials. Who knows what it's doing in the background and what information it might be gathering.

I don't say any of this to excuse it. I think everyone needs to be more aware of this because if you think abuse has to be intentional you will never realize you are capable of abusive behavior. You will never realize you are being shitty to the people you love, because YOU know what you mean, YOU know you don't mean any harm. But you're doing harm. You need to pay attention to the impact you have on other people, and you need to do it all the time, Especially when you feel least capable of doing so. Sorry! You live in a society. Get your head out of your ass.

John William Waterhouse wikipedia

@support you got any explanations for how this post got flagged? or why it never got reviewed? or what mature content might potentially be happening? believe me i am ALL ears

Woopsie

Quick one for Mines Monday - prompt: agree to disagree

A comfort so sweet it feels like dying

Fun fact: on Kalevala long hair are a really important aspect of their cultural identity, and the reasons to have them cut off are never good ones, in Bo’s case they made her cut them off for being complicit in the murder of a clan member (Satine)

“Forgive me, Master!” Obi-Wan had to raise his voice to be heard. “But I don’t think we’re permitted to land here!”  “What?” Sifo-Dyas yelled back over the sound of his doing just that, the T-6’s stabilizers thundering on the rocks and throwing up a plume of dust.  “I think–” Obi-Wan pointed out the cockpit viewport to the tiny spaceport with its clearly-designated areas for ships, as opposed to the flat plain of rock directly beside it where Sifo-Dyas was setting the ship down. “We’re supposed to land there, see, in the hanger field–”  “It’s fine!” Sifo-Dyas gave him a thumbs up in case that point didn’t get through all the racket. “There aren’t any signs!”  Obi-Wan took another look out of the viewport. There were certainly signs. He could not quite read the Aurebesh from this distance, but they also featured depictions of landed ships surrounded by various disapproving iconography, all in alarming, warning colors. Perhaps Sifo-Dyas meant ‘signs’ as in ‘signs and portents.’  He looked back at the ship’s other occupants for help. Master Dooku was gazing out the portal into the middle distance, deep in thought, idly running his thumb along the scab that bisected his bottom lip. Master Lene Kostana was consulting a list on her datapad. Feeling Obi-Wan’s gaze, she glanced up to see what was happening. She seemed to mistake his unspoken do something for an expression of incredulous wonder at Sifo-Dyas’s piloting prowess and nodded her own tacit approval. “Nice flying, Sifo.”  Obi-Wan wondered again exactly what he was doing here.