Now, I’m Not Saying Romantic Relationships Are Inferior, Or That They’re Useless, Or That You Being

Ahsoka, honey, what you just said to maul is just some Mustafar level burning. You go, girl, you go

The thing that in the last episode of Andor a guy just casually whips out Luthen’s kriffing LIGHTSABER?!…I am…just….I can’t I just can’t….I have to go scream for a couple of hours I mean holy shit-

The urban fantasy show I actually want to see is a hospital drama with a dedicated wing for supernatural illnesses.

Vampirism. Lycanthropy. Cheap spells gone wrong. A woman brought in for her prenatal has to be told her baby is a lindworm. Someone is literally being followed by the anthropomorphic personification of the Black Death.

Someone somewhere out there is having their perception of the world irreparably shattered by the knowledge that magic is real, and at the other side is a team of doctors who have to roll their eyes and pull out Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales because some high school kid tried to go Carrie with a cheap spellbook and turn all the kids at prom into frogs, and the doctors have to wrangle a couple dozen teenagers into admitting if they have a true love who can break the spell.

"And what do you sacrifice?"

"Calm. Kindness. Kinship. Love.

I've given up all chance at inner peace.

I've made my mind a sunless space.

I share my dreams with ghosts.

I wake up every day to an equation I wrote 15 years ago from which there's only one conclusion: I'm damned for what I do.

My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight, they've set me on a path from which there is no escape.

I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time I looked down there was no longer any ground beneath my feet.

What is my sacrifice?

I'm condemned to use the tools of my enemy to defeat them.

I burn my decency for someone else's future.

I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I'll never see.

And the ego that started this fight will never have a mirror or an audience or the light of gratitude.

So what do I sacrifice?

Everything!

You'll stay with me, Lonni.

I need all the heroes I can get."

i can't believe jinx and viktor finally met and it was the one time in his life viktor was robbed of his sass

cassian never sees the death star plans.

he never knows that he was forced to build the very weapon that they used to kill him, kill millions of others.

he never knows that so many men died — were tortured, and traumatised, all so that the empire could kill millions more.

he never knows any of this, because they killed him with that same weapon too.

The six levels of debugging