Blood, death, like a ritual pig sent for slaughter. Fire, flesh, one consuming the other. Bodhi’s hands trembling, but no sister to hold them tight. Only the blaster and his knuckles turning white.
Then:
Cassian, at his side, smelling of scorched fibre and familiarity. A hush in his ears, the warmth over his hand, pulling away the blaster and pulling him away from the causalities. Like Jedha, so like Jedha, with blood and bodies and screams. So like Jedha, the horrifying hours forever memorialized in his dreams. So like Jedha, with Cassian there to push him further away, to the ship, to safety, to home.
Home isn’t Jedha, not anymore. Home is:
Cassian holding and soothing him until the trembles stop, until his ragged breathing grows steady. Until Bodhi can hunt the ghosts in Cassian’s own eyes, and remind him that he chose this life, not (just) for Cassian, not (just) because of him, but because he was ready.
did you know? the human body only uses 15% of it’s bones at any given time. imagine what would happen if we had access to 50%, or even 80% of our bones
Look, this is my litmus test: I pretend I am the original Earl of Sandwich. I have asked for non-bread foods to be brought to me inside bread, that I might more easily consume them one-handed while gambling.
This does not enable my wretched regency habits. This is not what I asked for. I do not deign to grace it with the name of my house.
This is the most important addition to the sandwich discourse I have ever read.
THIS IS THE BEST LITMUS TEST FOR SANDWICH-OR-NOT I HAVE SEEN.
How come reading tea leaves is seen as this sophisticated, witchy thing but if I slam dunk an open can of Chef Boyardee ravioli onto the pavement in the gas station parking lot to see what kind of soda the old ones think I should buy, foodstuff divination suddenly isn’t cool anymore?
‘Tis the fuckin’ season, friends!! Get out there and live your worst life!!
hey fun fact apparently darth vader got so depressed once that he asked Tarkin to hunt him for sport
also i love that tarkin and vader are apparently good enough of friends that when vader comes to tarkin like “PLEASE HUNT ME FOR SPORT EVERYTHING FEELS EMPTY” tarkin’s just like “awww he really likes me :’) I’ll make sure you’ll be roasting on a spit soon! :D” like thank you tarkin for being supportive of your sad mopey friend with a ton of emotional issues but this is not how you should go about it
Way too many parents need to learn the difference between “a child being disrespectful” and “a human person expressing an opinion that differs from theirs”
my mom had a nice technique for this. when i’d give her sass, she’d say, “i don’t speak rude, what’s that in polite-person-ese?”
basically, she’d encourage me to rephrase my opinion without the attitude. so “UGH, you NEVER let me do ANYTHING!” would (often after quite a bit of bitching and grumbling) turn into “it feels like every time i have a fun idea, you say no, and i just end up sitting around the house.”
and at that point we could troubleshoot like civilized people. she could explain that she didn’t want me to go to jimmy’s sleepover because jimmy’s dad creeps her out, and i could suggest maybe i could have andy over instead, and she could say sure, why not call peter and stacy and brianna and have your own party, i’ll pop some popcorn and rent a movie, and i could add what if we put up tents in the back yard and have a bonfire and roast marshmallows, and she could laugh and say don’t push it.
I really like this technique because it addresses the OPs comment but recognizes that the two can coexist. The problem is often the child is expressing their opinion in a rude or disrespectful way. And as humans we automatically become adverse to opinions we feel are aggressive toward us.
Rebellions are built on hope 