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kkelenca:

Okay I actually opened (…google searched) my ff.net page and my user number IS 21519 (why the fuck do I remember THAT but not useful shit???) and they ARE actually up to 8 digits now, so new game, what’s your ff.net user number?

2438820….look at me I’m a fanfiction baby

sidenote, I could remember my password but not my username or the titles of any of my fics, so I logged in to get that which meant I had to read this:

and I would like you to know you are partially responsible for my attempt to physically merge with the earth out of mortification thanks katy.

glumshoe:

sxpphxrx:

glumshoe:

should-be-sleeping:

glumshoe:

angelicraamen:

glumshoe:

Visiting new people when the cultural expectations of host/guest dynamics are unclear is always… interesting. What constitutes good manners to you might seem incredibly weird to someone else. I grew up with pretty rigid formality as the default, on top of a layer of inherent social awkwardness. When I started visiting friends at their own apartments, I would stand until and unless I was invited to sit, and – once – prepared to spend the night lying on the floor near the door because my host had not clarified whether or not I was expected to sleep on the couch.

How does the invitation to “make yourself at home” fit in? Does it count as an invitation to sit?

Yes, generally, though I’ve rarely heard young people use the phrase. I just need some kind of clear invitation that I’m welcome to relax.

It was considered EXTREMELY rude guest manners to clean up after yourself when I was growing up and it never dawned on me it’d be otherwise elsewhere. Like you are insulting your host’s home-making skills and good intentions by usurping chores.

I distinctly recall being dis-invited to visit a family member because last time I was there I had washed my own plate rather than leaving it in the sink ‘cause that’s what we did at home. I had to go stay at my friend’s house while everyone else went to visit with family cause my ass was literally not invited to come.

So a decade later all my friends just think I’m a rude ass guest who won’t clean up after herself because I assume my making a bed would step on the toes of their good hosting and omfg, just please be clear with people you invite to your homes. I’ll do housework, or not, it doesn’t matter to me just let me know.

THE NIGHTMARE SCENARIO

Ok no offense, but like… have ya’ll ever tried… asking? “Is it alright if I sit down?” “Where would you like me to sleep?” “Did you need/want help with the dishes?” “Did you want me to make my bed?” I genuinely feel like that is a much less offensive way of going about it rather than just being idle and confused.

Asking can work, but in certain, uh, politeness micro-cultures (?) it can also almost be seen as putting pressure on the host to be accommodating. I certainly prefer my own guests to ask, but if I like you enough to allow you into my house at all, you’re more than welcome to pretty much anything I have (with the exception of, say, my actual blood… and even then…).

In other households, however, it may be almost taboo to tell a guest “no” to anything, even if it is an imposition. If I had a guest with whom I was only on formal terms, I am not certain I would be capable of denying anything but the most extreme or ridiculous of requests. As a host, I am prepared to Not Mind Anything. As a guest, I do not want to put my host in a position of feeling obligated to make me comfortable via things they are not comfortable with.

Gotta chime in with an agreement. In my family you Do Not Ask about these things. It won’t get you disinvited but you will get a stern talking to before being allowed to grandma’s house again. In our case because you’re expected to just walk to the fridge and help yourself, and asking “can I have something to drink?” is regarded as a backhanded comment on grandma’s soda selection, so like…the social minefield is real.

quoms:

The thing about how horrifyingly, lethally hot this summer is (across basically the entire northern hemisphere) is that yes, it is, and yet if I live for another 60 years maybe 40 of them are going to be hotter than this one. Maybe even that’s optimistic. Any acknowledgement of how bad it is right now is inseparable from the realisation that it not only can be worse, but absolutely will be worse.

I’m not saying anyone should be panicking, but I am saying that as a society, as a planet, we ought to be pouring resources into finding ways to keep people alive under these unprecedented conditions; it’s going to be one of the major public health and civil engineering challenges of this century, and we can see it coming. Yet instead, because capitalism, what we are in effect doing is pouring resources into finding ways to make these conditions worse.

That’s not acceptable.

it’s a running theme

aq2003:

padawan kenobi, has a fever: master i’m fine let me practice my saber katas

qui-gon to tahl, attempting to be a good dad master and not screw up like last time: why is he like this

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knight kenobi, throwing himself out a window to catch one (1) assassin droid: anakin i’ll be fine wait here

anakin, in awe over his master’s latest Reckless Act: he’s my role model

padmé, who was sleeping until one minute ago: what

anakin: i mean. why is he like this.

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jedi master/councilor/general kenobi, lying facedown on the battlefield: cody it’s only a flesh wound i’m fine

cody: permission to speak freely, sir?

jedi master/councilor/general kenobi, lying facedown on the battlefield:

cody, flipping him over: sir?

jedi master/councilor/general kenobi, no longer lying facedown on the battlefield, revealing extensive injuries: yes

cody to no one in particular, running to get a medic: WHY IS HE LIKE THIS??

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old ben kenobi, exhibiting unhealthy coping mechanisms and talking to his  bantha friend: thank you for your concern dolo however despite my continuous alcoholism and the fact that most of my friends have died horrible deaths i am completely and utterly fine

dolo the bantha:

old ben kenobi, exhibiting unhealthy coping mechanisms and talking to his  bantha friend: why am i like this

micyclethearcangle:

bodhi is pulled out of the orphanages of jedha; imperial propaganda will say, of course, that he is one of the many who chose to give his service to a noble cause, but the truth of the matter is; he is ten years old and skinny and wide-eyed, and the stormtroopers are faceless and so much taller than he, and one of them crouches down by him when they see him staring and tells him that there will be food and pilot training if he comes with them. 

he is ten years old and skinny and hungry and doesn’t know, then, that he is signing away his life when he signs bodhi on the line on the holopad the stormtrooper with the orange pauldron offers him impersonally. 

some of the men who teach him have the same face. 

( they’re not meant to see the stormtroopers with their helmets off. they are all cogs of a whole; officers and cargo pilots and armored troopers and maintenance workers, but there is little to no interaction between the castes allowed by the empire. camaraderie leads to hope leads to rebellion; everything remains faceless and impersonal. )

( except it doesn’t, not totally. )

some of the men who teach him have the same face and the same wiry white hair and the same tired looking golden eyes and bodhi thinks they get older too fast and tells them that, and they laugh, patting him on the shoulder and calling him shiny. 

they teach him how to fly and how to play sabacc and adjust his flight goggles and how the blaster weight is slightly unbalanced and how to handle the recoil. he overhears stories from them, too; stories from the war-before-this. he saw a jedi once, when he was almost too small to remember, but they say they fought alongside them. 

cc-2224 calls himself cody, and calls cc-4477 thire, and gives bodhi the name rook, affectionately, has called him rookie for fifteen years now, and when bodhi officially becomes an adult and a pilot for the empire, it’s what is written on his identification. bodhi rook. 

it’s thire who asks him for his clearance codes, when galen sends him off, and thire who sees the panicked look in his eyes; bodhi has never been a good liar, and thire knows it. 

bodhi doesn’t have a clearance code, but thire types one in anyway, and says in the same bored voice used for any other dismissal that his identification has gone through, that his code is operable, and bodhi’s heart is in his throat as he takes the message and flies. 

may the force be with him now, cody whispers, when thire tells him, later.