Expecting a blog name? Too bad.

sith twins aus are fun but you know what's even more fun? HALF of a sith twins au <3

Luke didn't know any of those people. He didn't know Anakin, son of Shmi Skywalker. He didn't know Anakin of the Jedi Order. He didn't know Anakin of the GAR and 501st. He didn't know Anakin, husband of Padme Amidala. He didn't even know Anakin, father of unborn twins who he was eager to love and protect.

The only person Luke knew was Darth Vader, scourge of the galaxy and attack dog of the Emperor. A broken, ugly-hearted, pitiful killer who clumsily reached out to Luke, trying to force a family relationship on his terms, and hurt him in the process.

And Luke, largely without sacrificing his personal safety or moral compass (which is important; you can forgive someone without endangering yourself or others), forgave him. He forgave Darth Vader for the wrongs he did Luke personally and saw past all of it into the painful, twisted knot that was what remained of Vader's soul. He saw a man who wanted his son back. He saw a man who hated the Emperor. He saw a man who wanted to love him, even if he had lost sight of how.

Like Bilbo Baggins pitying Gollum, Luke pitied Vader.

And perhaps the most important part of it all was that Luke wasn't seeking a past version of Vader. He was a boy who, after having grown up thinking he was an orphan, discovered he actually had a father. He was a boy who desperately, desperately wanted that father to choose him. Because isn't that what every child wants, at the end of everything? To be chosen? To be held up as most important in their parent's life? The desire to save Darth Vader was an inherently childlike one on Luke's part, though that doesn't make the desire itself childish.

In the end, Luke was a redemptive force in Vader's life not because he believed in Anakin Skywalker but because he believed in Darth Vader, the only father he knew, and because he gave Vader someone to rescue, to put before himself.

who wants more rebel padmé au (me, the answer is me i want it)

[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'JK Rowling posted upskirt photos of a woman on Twitter' to Cas 'I love you'. /End ID]

No one doing this should be allowed to call themselves a feminist.

This has been a common method for a long time in some states

here's mickey, goofy, donald, and chip & dale. yeah they turned mickey & friends into anime boys. they're an idol unit or something. they're technically not anime boy versions of the source characters, they have different names. mickey's guy is "Neo Michel". not michael, michel, like he's french. chip & dale are "Ruska Moncrief" and "Ranka Monk", they have different last names, they're not brothers anymore so that they can be yaoibait instead, anyways this post isn't actually about these guys I'm just setting the stage for the actual humanizations I wanted to show you

They also did monsters inc. And. Well it's obvious from the designs who mike and sully are. but you will also notice. the blonde one on the left. with glasses. monsters inc is kind of famously about just the two guys so they didn't really have a lot of other non-villain characters to take anime boys inspiration from, I guess, so, well,

The Timetables of History by Bernard Grun

I grew up with this book, which is frickin’ enormous, and it was endlessly fascinating to young me to pour over the side by side comparison of events taking place concurrently under different headings and in different parts of the world.

Or if you want something you can put on your wall, there’s this:

Calculating Empires: A Genealogy of Technology and Power Since 1500

✨️with a special focus on colonialism, militarization, automation, and enclosure✨️

Obviously, the goal of this experiment is to grow the lobsters until they’re big enough to settle to the seabed and then release them, because they have a much higher likelihood of surviving to adulthood when they’re able to hide. Ideally, captive lobster hatcheries can boost the wild population and keep things stable, so we don’t have a major crash in a decade or two.

The first year we tried this was pretty bad. We had a lot of eggs, but very few babies. It turned out that the CO2 levels in the building spiked as more guests visited throughout the summer, and that settled into the water and threw off the pH and caused a chemical reaction that prevented a lot of the eggs from hatching. I think we ended up releasing three baby lobsters (which is still better than their wild survival rate but not great).

The second year was a little better. We added a de-gasser to the aquarium and got a ton of larval lobsters, but right as they were settling to the bottom we had a disease outbreak that killed most of them. We ended up releasing four babies at the end of the season.

But this year? Oh boy. We have so many lobsters that we had to release the first round early (usually we wait till September or October so guests can see them). We just released a total of FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE baby lobsters, and we still have over a hundred who haven’t settled to the bottom yet. I genuinely don’t even have words to explain how cool this is. OVER FIVE HUNDRED. We just added hundreds of lobsters to the wild population that wouldn’t have been there otherwise.

Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.

this post is like 11 years old

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