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[Description: a looping bouncy animation of grace and Rocky from project hail mary. Grace throws himself onto rocky for a hug, smiling and nuzzling his face to the top of Rocky's xenonite covered carapace. Rocky brings a claw up to ruffle Grace's hair and grace throws himself even more on top of rocky, rocky wrapping his arms around grace. End description.]

saw someone including "Mandate of Heaven" as one of those christian terms tumblr likes to use to sound profound. which i get where you're coming from but t☝️hat one is chinese

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

it's fine i don't even need to be part of social groups or friend groups anyway (giant hole appears in my chest spontaneously) ? what's that

everytime i want something i should be shot in the head

(as i scroll through tumblr looking at all the posts) hmm… beneath me, beneath me, juvenile… petty and childish… beneath me… this one is good. beneath me, juvenile, beneath me

“be gay do crime! but sex is yucky and crime is wrong!” ass website

i knew some of what would come up in the rots novelization but nothing could have prepared me for just how much love there is in this. implied as well as plain and spelled out. padme asks obi-wan if he loves anakin. palpatine asks anakin if he loves obi-wan more than he loves padme. obi-wan just goes right out and says he loves anakin multiple times, right to the end as he's facing darth vader. obi-wan pulls anakin back from a furious meltdown just by softly saying his name. as soon as they're apart they miss each other like a limb. obi-wan thinks about he'd like to tease anakin in the middle of a deathly fight. anakin, at one the lowest points of his life, says that all he needs his obi-wan to guide him back to the light. obi-wan can't imagine a better way to spend the rest of his life than looking out for anakin's son, alone in the desert. and all this is only, like, half of it. i need to get my hands on whatever matthew stover was smoking when he wrote this