What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?
it’s apparently Not going to be thunderstorming tonight, so i Will have to get in cold water when it’s 70 degrees outside with a handful of children who also don’t want to be there, but because it’s cold and rainy as balls the universe will have self-selected the children with the most overbearing parents for me to deal with too I Love When Rainy Days Don’t Cancel Swim Lessons
Jon: I came back from the dead and now I gotta fight the dead
Bran: I’m the fucking three-eyed raven, bitch
Arya: imma kill all the fuckers who done me wrong
Sansa: can we just???? appreciate this moment???? maybe get ready for winter???? have some soup???? board games????
okay i Know hbo is playing me like a fool, plenty of you fucks have come up to me like “bish jon is a targaryen” but god damn it i want him to be a baratheon so he and dany can be endgame
star wars equivalent of like the Geek Squad or something though
you’re an employee on like, the Nar Shaddaa Best Buy
people bringing their holocommunicators in for repairs, going “I don’t know, it just started acting really sluggish and scrambling all my calls!” and some poor worker is sitting there in the back looking for the problem and oh, there it is, like a quadrillion yottabytes (thanks wikipedia) of hutt fetish porn and some weird addons that add special effects to incoming holocalls like flowers and fireworks and shit. of course the person who brought it in has absolutely no idea how any of that got there. you begrudgingly “fix” it, knowing you’ll see that person in two weeks with the same problem
someone nervously brings in their datapad because “it’s acting weird, I don’t know.” you tell them to come pick it up in 24 standard hours and get to work diagnosing the vague-ass fucking problem because people are terrible. as you’re looking for signs of anything, you can’t help but notice their holonet history which would make even the scariest Inquisitor blush. you accidentally see some messages you’re not supposed to and you’re pretty sure the person who brought in this datapad is Imperial Intelligence and boy you sure hope they don’t have you disappeared now that you’ve seen their secret horrible illegal-on-like-100-planets porn. they also have like, so many viruses. so many.
in fact, every problem is probably porn. like, 95%. you begin to wonder how the Empire and the Republic manage to maintain a war when everyone is fucking up their holonet-capable equipment with so much goddamn porn
my genuine advice to younger-than-me wlw & questioning women about sex: it’s supposed to feel good. if it doesn’t, you shouldn’t have to do it. if you don’t enjoy something, you’re allowed to not like it. no matter what it is. even stuff that our culture says is essential to sex. you’re allowed to not like pain or crude language when you have sex, you are allowed to not like penetration, you’re allowed to not like oral or anal, you’re allowed to straight up not like being touched (being a stone top is okay!!!), you’re allowed to like things that most straight people don’t even consider sex but feel good, you’re allowed to like things that most cis people don’t even consider sex but feel good, you’re allowed to have preferences and enjoy sex and decide against sex that doesn’t feel safe and good. there is so much pressure to feel like you should like certain things, and I want you to know that it’s important to find out what you actually do like, not just what you feel like you’re supposed to like. you’re the one living in your body, and you get to decide what feels pleasurable
