dragonlady7 | Apr. 4th, 2016

Apr. 4th, 2016

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@staff I enjoy getting a notification when someone mentions me in a post the first time, but it’s more than a little ridiculous that I’m now notified every single time someone else reblogs that post in which I’m mentioned. This is not something I care about. I don’t need to see every single time someone reblogs a post that I am not the author of and haven’t contributed anything to except my name which someone else slapped into the body of the text.

And what’s funny is that staff will now get a notification every single time someone reblogs this until the problem is fixed. Just because I mentioned them in this post.

Every.

Time.

@staff now I can’t tell if someone is actually talking to me for real!
@staff I also don’t get notifications if someone replies to a reply I left so that’s useless as a communication forum!
@staff I hope you get so many notifications you can’t fucking sift through them all, just like I do!
@staff I can’t actually use this site to communicate to anyone so WHAT IS IT FOR

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seramarias replied to your post:(I am really hoping that the previous post, which…

Um… We love you and wish you well? Wish I could help?

Thank you! I do appreciate it. LOOK THIS LOADED AND I COULD RESPOND TO IT I THINK THE WEIRD VOODOO I DID WORKED !!!!!!!

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Finn can’t sleep. Chapter 3, which is nearly done with polishing.

His feet led him to Poe’s hut, and he stood outside it a moment, then noticed there was a sawed-off stump that would serve perfectly well as a seat, so he sat on it. What would happen, if he scratched at the door? Would Poe let him in? Would Poe be annoyed?

What if there was already someone in there? What if Poe’s bed was already full, and he didn’t want to share?

There was no sound from the hut, no snoring, no sex noises. Finn sat and looked at his feet. He should have put shoes on. And it wasn’t exactly cold here, but it wasn’t warm either, and he should have another shirt on, or a coat or something. He hadn’t thought this through, he’d just been so terribly anxious that the world had ended.

He should keep moving, but he was just so tired. He sat and stared at his bare feet in the dim moonlight, and wondered whether Rey were lonely. Probably not. She was so self-sufficient, she surely wasn’t wondering about him at all.

He knew he shouldn’t, but he thought about his old squad then, thought about Slip’s bloody fingers and Nines screaming “Traitor” at him and dying from Chewbacca’s bowcaster. He could have killed Nines, would have— he had been angry enough, and his blood had been up, and he knew now that he could kill in combat, that he had.

Nines would have killed him, no problem.

As for Zeroes, he hadn’t seen him die. He might still be out there. But then, he might not. He knew now that Poe had been among the X-Wings that had saved them on Takodana. It would be poetic, he supposed, if Poe had killed two of his squadmates personally.

Maybe that was poetry. Maybe it wasn’t. He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t thoroughly familiar with the idea of poetry. He had some assigned reading to supplement his youthful education of First Order-Approved literary works. Mostly he didn’t get it, but there had been a couple sentences that had sort of stirred him. He would get it one of these days, he was sure, the way so many other things had clicked into place.

Maybe poetry could help him make sense of how to talk about his new best friend having actually killed two of his old best friends. (He was remarkably unbothered by Chewie having killed Nines, but having had a chance to get good and mad with Nines, perhaps that was the difference.)

These weren’t productive thoughts, but he couldn’t really think of any way to stop his brain making so much noise. So he listened, instead, to hear whether Poe was breathing or not, and the contrary desire to tell Poe about Slip and Zeroes, just because it would be the worst thing he could do, welled up along with the overwhelming want to knock on his door and demand company in his loneliness.

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millicentthecat:

freysdottir:

This is my obligatory “I am sick to death of MFers mocking Kylo Ren talking to his grandfather in TFA” post. (this started as a reblog from @firstorderforceuser but I wanted to talk about ancestor worship and Paganism in a little more depth.

Hi, I’m Heather, and I’m a Pagan. Here’s a fun fact about many Pagans: a lot of us engage in some sort of ancestor practice. This
involves: having an altar, having artifacts from your ancestors’ lives,
including items they used or cherished, and talking to them. I have my father’s ashes on my altar; I have my grandfather’s freemason jewelry. It is an actual spiritual tradition, y’all, and it is not limited to Paganism.

When Kylo talked to Vader’s shrine in the theatre, I saw a mirror of my own spiritual practices. In fact, if you really wanna know, his ancestor shrine is what made me root for him. YES GOOD TALK TO YOUR DEADS, Kylo. He didn’t have to take the helmet off although it didn’t hurt any. :-P

YOU COULD NOT CODE THE DARK SIDE AS PAGAN HARDER IF YOU TRIED: magic, moral ambiguity (oft associated with witchcraft), meditation/trancework, the willingness to alter reality in conformity with personal will, and ancestor worship. Individually you can find these in other faiths or spiritual practices, but the presence of them all together says Dark Sider = Pagan = Villain.

But H, Kylo didn’t even know his grandfather!

Guess what guys, people who practice ancestor worship can and do work with dead they knew, dead they never knew, and some even work with dead who aren’t blood related.

It’s still a relevant spiritual practice for those engaged in it. I just want people to consider that maybe, maybe, it is for Kylo Ren, too. I’m just saying that EVERY TIME SOMEONE MOCKS KYLO TALKING TO HIS GRANDFATHER I WANT TO FLIP THEM THE DOUBLE DEUCES.

FIGHT ME

(also starting a Paganism and the Force tag because it’s becoming a Thing here)

This is really interesting. Something I hadn’t considered.

I feel like the thing that people really overlook with this scene is the use of the word “again?”

“Show me again the power of the darkness…”

As in, Kylo has DEFINITELY already been in contact with Darth Vader. And Darth Vader DEFINITELY did, on at least one occasion, show him the power of the darkness. Isn’t it like…right there in the dialogue, full on confirmation that this is a two-way conversation?

Kylo isn’t just some confused idol-worshipper (not that I think there’s anything wrong with cultism or idol worship, but I mean ‘confused’ in the sense that he might’ve misinterpreted Anakin’s legacy.) He’s actually having a conversation with another person.

This is why I think the “Kylo Ren as death” thing is a bit weird; because in the Star Wars universe, there is really no barrier between the land of the living and the land of the dead. Ghosts function pretty much the same way that Jedi do, and apparently Sith can evade death, convincingly, in some other way. Kylo Ren isn’t trapped in Underworld in the way that say, to use an obscure reference, Balem Abrasax might be, when he talks to a hologram of Jupiter Jones as if he’s really seeing his dead mother. That would be crazy. Kylo Ren just has some Hamlet shit going on. Not even Hamlet level shit. He’s just friends with a guy who happens to be post-living.

I do like reading the Dark Side as a metaphor for the after life (the “Other Side”) but as far as actual death goes it honestly seems like nbd in the SW universe?

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Thrilling conclusion, by the way, to the Idiot Coworker Saga:
She called out sick from her own goodbye party.

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At the tire store. Waiting room TV is on World’s Wildest Police Chases or something. Kind of loud shit you can’t not watch. It’s so annoying, but the major thing I’m learning is that cops in real life apparently speak solely in clichés. An irate policeman just demanded of a man who assaulted him, then led him on a 130-mph chase, “What is your major malfunction?” in apparent total seriousness.
Also I’ve learned that if I ever concoct an elaborate plan that involves a stolen getaway car, I should also make sure it has gas in it.

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ineptshieldmaid:

bomberqueen17:

At the tire store. Waiting room TV is on World’s Wildest Police Chases or something. Kind of loud shit you can’t not watch. It’s so annoying, but the major thing I’m learning is that cops in real life apparently speak solely in clichés. An irate policeman just demanded of a man who assaulted him, then led him on a 130-mph chase, “What is your major malfunction?” in apparent total seriousness.
Also I’ve learned that if I ever concoct an elaborate plan that involves a stolen getaway car, I should also make sure it has gas in it.

I wonder if the overreliance on clichés are because they’d get in trouble for saying “what’s your motherfucking deal?” and the like on camera?

The footage is all from dashcams, though– they’re not being filmed like a reality TV show, it’s even lower-budget than that. These are just the recordings that were already in-progress as part of their jobs. No, these are really the way these people talk. There are plenty of swears, but I gotta say I’m a little shocked actually by how often people *don’t* swear. There was another good late-90s cliche that I forgot before I could write it down.
I just watched one where a fugitive on foot got apprehended by a pizza delivery car. That was really something. I don’t know what to make of that. The delivery driver just zipped up and cut off the runner so the cop could catch him, then reversed and drove on his merry way like nothing had happened. WTF man.