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glamorizing being so busy and caught up in your work, school work, your hobbies, or anything else that takes a large portion of your attention that you forgo eating, showering, sleeping, buying groceries, cooking, cleaning your space, etc. is not cute. it’s not healthy. please don’t confuse busyness with your worth. your productivity does not define your worth. you are worthy of taking care of your basic needs.

ooh more prompts! How about speechless for the disaster trio?

yes, haha!!! thanks for the proompt!! // from these prompts 

speechless: ahsoka can’t talk because of a sore throat

Anakin knew that Ahsoka was miserable, although he wasn’t sure what she was more miserable about—the fact that she had a sore throat, or the fact that she had a sore throat and was still at this stupid party with kids who were Ahsoka’s age and unable to make any real conversation.

That was harsh, Anakin thought, annoyed. To have them both be here when Ahsoka could hardly say two words together without her face twisting or needing to drink water. And it wasn’t exactly easy for Anakin either—he hated the silence that stretched between them, one that was only punctured by Ahsoka’s occasional cough or a yes/no question.

“You holding up okay?” Anakin asked now.

Ahsoka looked at Anakin, her lips pressed together as though to say, what do you think?

“I don’t think she liked that question,” Obi-Wan said. He had returned with drinks—well, tea. Ahsoka took it with a halfhearted smile.

“I know, I know,” Anakin said. “Figured it was worth a shot.”

“Seems like a terrible shot,” Obi-Wan commented.

Ahsoka nodded.

A few kids passed them, one of them a girl who turned once to Ahsoka. Anakin noted the girl’s shy smile before she joined her friends. When Anakin looked at Ahsoka, she was pointedly staring up at the ceiling. Anakin looked over to Obi-Wan, who he noticed had been watching too. They locked eyes for a moment, and Anakin wondered what Obi-Wan would say—but Obi-Wan just looked at his drink.

“You know,” Anakin said after a few moments, “you don’t really have a lot of opportunities to meet other people your age.”

“I—” Ahsoka started, her voice cracking. She turned away, coughed. She glared at Anakin.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said.

“Sorry,” Anakin said, looking between his former master and apprentice. “I didn’t know you’d try to defend yourself.”

When Ahsoka kept glaring, Anakin smiled. “Listen—what I mean is, you don’t have a whole ton of opportunities to meet other people your age and have fun.” He pointed to himself. “Now, me? I’m plenty fun—”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes.

“—but I have a feeling that you might need other friends,” Anakin said.

Ahsoka looked at him. She pressed her lips together again. Then opened her mouth, ready to say something, and then closed her mouth.

She walked away, and Anakin blinked. He turned to Obi-Wan. “Was that offensive?”

“Not particularly, but she might just be trying to avoid conversation,” Obi-Wan said, sipping his drink.

“Very funny.”

But no, Ahsoka was just tapping a waiter’s shoulder. She held her hand out, and after a few gestures, the waiter passed Ahsoka a notepad.

Anakin smiled to himself. Of course she would figure it out.

Ahsoka marched right back, already scribbling something on the notepad. She turned it to Anakin, and in her scrawling handwriting, Anakin read: AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?

“I have friends,” Anakin said easily.

Ahsoka frowned, then scribbled something else on her notebook. She turned it back around to Anakin: OBI-WAN’S OLDER THAN YOU

“Hm,” was Obi-Wan’s only comment.

“Rex and I are around the same age,” Anakin replied.

FAIR, BUT THAT’S ONLY ONE. YOU SAID FRIENDS, PLURAL.

“I thought we were talking about you, not me,” Anakin said. He plucked the notepad out of Ahsoka’s hand, ripped out the first few written pages. He passed it back to Ahsoka. “And anyways, it seems like you’ve figured it out—go…talk to someone. Write to someone.”

Ahsoka blinked. She started to write something down, but Anakin shook his head.

“Go,” he said, shoving Ahsoka lightly. “Pretty sure that girl’s dying for some conversation right now.”

Ahsoka’s cheeks deepened in color. She looked at Anakin, already opening her mouth again, closed it. She looked at Obi-Wan.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” Obi-Wan said. Anakin looked at him in surprise, but his former master was smiling at Ahsoka. Okay, then.

Anakin cleared his throat, turned back around to Ahsoka.

“That’s an order, Snips,” he said. “Go make friends. I swear I won’t get lonely.”

Ahsoka hesitated. Then, with a small smile, she turned around and walked away.

Anakin smiled a little after her. She’d be better than him with the whole people thing, he knew. As he watched Ahsoka talk—well, write—to the girl (and the girl, to Anakin’s relief, only smiled and spoke back), he figured that would be a good thing.

if I see one more post complaining about teenagers ruining fandom im going to yell. like you never did cringy shit as a kid. like you don’t do cringy shit now. who cares. don’t harass people. kids should also not harass people. nobody should be harassing anybody, especially over fandom. y’all go to your separate corners and bitch and moan about the people you don’t like but keep it in your corner

either the kids will grow up and mature like every other generation in the history of humanity, or the kids will grow up and not mature and they will be like you. either way, you don’t have a leg to stand on

What is your dad’s weird hyperfixation??? They all have one

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I'm ignoring all my responsibilities and making a uquiz instead, stay tuned

stop telling your teenage daughters who say they don't want kids that they'll change their mind

a reminder for some of you <3 u should rb this even if u arent bi !!

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