Despite crying, there was also writing!  (The crying was not related to the writing.  The crying is just how I don’t cope with school.)  So I am mildly relieved that I got this much written, even though it’s well beneath my daily word count for the non-school period.

We’re still hacking away at the breakout scenes, though I think this is probably the last of them for…well, for at least one scene.  After this one finishes I’m going to do something with the Wake!trio, who I haven’t written in like twenty thousand words or something ridiculous like that.  (Actually, well over 20K, since I think all the Ouroboros 3 stuff was written in between the last Padme scene and now.)

I am still vaguely hopeful I will get another chapter out before Monday, but there’s only like a 10% it will actually happen, since even without the fact I’m still writing scenes, Gambit 21 will probably require massive restructuring and rewrites before it can go live.

T’ra Saa reached forward with long brown fingers and laid her hand along his cheek. “None of this was your doing, Obi-Wan,” she said. “Don’t blame yourself for the Jedi Council’s mistakes.”

Kenobi, who was probably about the same age as Master Vos and Master Unduli, suddenly looked very young. “Why?” he said quietly. “Master, what did I do that was so wrong that Yoda would want to do that to me?”

“You did nothing wrong, Obi-Wan,” Master Saa said.  “Yoda is old, very old.  He is almost as old as the Republic itself, and he trained with those Jedi that lived through the New Sith Wars – those few that survived the wars.  Too many Jedi did not, in one way or another.”

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drunktuesdaze:

Have you ever thought to yourself “fuck i love that magic song about wanting to marry a girl but her father disapproves, but it’d be so much better covered by a girl without changing the pronouns” because IF SO I have the cover for you.

omg this is 1 million x better the original is way too much 2 dudes arguing over possession of a lady its so much patriarchial bullshit a woman singing it brings a whole new level of realness of the pain of inlaws witholding their approval / blessing

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You were my brother Anakin. I loved you.

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copperbadge:

Title: Hell Yeah
Rating: PG
Summary: Tony Stark showed up in Steve Rogers’ hospital room with a get-well bouquet and an ulterior motive.

***

When Tony Stark met Sam Wilson for the first time, he offered his hand, shook firmly, and said, “So that was you.”

"On the carriers? Yeah man, kind of hard to miss," Sam replied.

"Not what I meant," Tony said, beaming wide and pleased. Sam had heard about his infamous charisma; you hear about how certain people just switch it on. He’d have been more awed by it if he hadn’t spent the last few days with Steve Rogers, but it was still impressive. Having all that Stark focused on him was amazing and a little disconcerting.  

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A village near Harborough that doesn’t actually exist has been given ancient monument status by the Government.

But it isn’t a ridiculous mistake – the long-abandoned “lost” village of Little Oxendon, which lies between Great Oxendon and Market Harborough Golf Club, was selected because of its buried remains.

Archaeologists believe that we can learn a lot about our past by studying lost villages like Little Oxendon, which are, effectively, frozen in time.

English Heritage said Little Oxendon was chosen for protection because of the exceptional survival of its earthworks and buried remains.

Sarah Gibson, English Heritage designation team leader for the east explained: “Abandoned villages are repositories of information about the past.” Read more.

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Kingdoms of Middle-earth + House words

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Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.

Pearl (via psych-facts)

This is seriously the most accurate description of depression. Wow.

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The reason I write AUs is because some aspects of canon piss me off too much for me to be even remotely rational about their existence.

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leightonmeestervevo:

I cannot FATHOM how Ke$ha never released this true MASTERPIECE

perfect

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