Not that Target

Dear Republican Representative,

I tell you a secret.

I was queer waaaaaaaaaay before Target rainbow collections.

AI means LOVE

You never know who you will meet, or what moves they will make.

You have to be flexible, adaptable, and sometimes daring.

You have to trust your intuition, but also your logic.

You have to be willing to lose some pieces, but also to protect the ones that matter.

You have to be ready for surprises, challenges, and opportunities.

And you have to remember that the game is not over until it’s over.

Sometimes, the most unexpected moves can lead to the most beautiful outcomes.

Shattered

“Bridger?”

“Yeah?”

“The one who helped you... Was it Kanan Jarrus?”

Ezra froze and stared at the Chiss in disbelief. “How…?”

“So it was him.” []

Ezra became very still feeling the Chiss’ inquisitive gaze. What did Thrawn expect him to say? That, yes, that was Kanan? That he had somehow transcended death?

“I mean no harm. I’m just… curious about it,” Thrawn told him.

“He won’t come again,” Ezra said with a serious tone.

“I see. His will is not your own, I understand,” Thrawn nodded and continued walking.

“You are getting better, understanding the Force,” Ezra again wasn’t sure if he was too happy about that.

“I understand the evidence that was laid before me, although…” there was a slight hesitation in his voice. “The fact that one’s consciousness could survive is…” Thrawn trailed off.

“Quite something, uh,” Ezra chuckled tiredly.

“Indeed.”

Ezra could have left it there, but he felt a nudging that the conversation was not quite over yet. “Kanan told me… the Jedi believed that when someone dies, they become one with the Force. And they are always with us.”

“Even Chiss?” Thrawn asked calmly looking ahead.

“Even Chiss,” Ezra said.

[From "Last Known Trajectory" by @soulnova_alizrak]

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My heart.

It was there. Just one second ago.

Protected.

Safe.

And then just a sentence.

“Even Chiss?”

And it is shattered.

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“If you don’t mind, I’d like to eat alone,” Thrawn said. “There’s a bistro where Thrass and I used to meet. I’d like to spend my last evening on Csilla remembering him.”

[From "Lesser Evil" by Timothy Zahn]

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[Photo: stunning Thrass and Thrawn print by @blackmonitor_official]

6 million Bridget Jones points

Oracle

(H)ours

Hours continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,

Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my hands;

Hours sleepless, deep in the night, when I go forth, speeding swiftly the country roads, or through the city streets, or pacing miles and miles, stifling plaintive cries;

Hours discouraged, distracted—for the one I cannot content myself without, soon I saw him content himself without me;

Hours when I am forgotten, (O weeks and months are passing, but I believe I am never to forget!)

Sullen and suffering hours! (I am ashamed—but it is useless—I am what I am;)

Hours of my torment—I wonder if other men ever have the like, out of the like feelings?

Is there even one other like me—distracted—his friend, his lover, lost to him?

Is he too as I am now? Does he still rise in the morning, dejected, thinking who is lost to him? and at night, awaking, think who is lost?

Does he too harbor his friendship silent and endless? harbor his anguish and passion?

Does some stray reminder, or the casual mention of a name, bring the fit back upon him, taciturn and deprest?

Does he see himself reflected in me? In these hours, does he see the face of his hours reflected?

Lungimiranza

Amethyst remembrance

I held a Jewel in my fingers—

And went to sleep—

The day was warm, and winds were prosy—

I said ”Twill keep’—

I woke—and chid my honest fingers,

The Gem was gone—

And now, an Amethyst remembrance

Is all I own—

Êtes-vous sûr que c'est une bonne idée?

“Have you found an exit?”

“No,” Anakin admitted between clenched teeth. “But don’t worry—I’ll figure out something.”

“Perhaps this will help.”

Frowning, Anakin looked over toward the other cell.

And watched in amazement as a thick, two-meter-long cord slithered through the air vent and landed in a heap on the floor.

“Where’d you get this?” he asked as he stepped over and picked it up. It was made of thin strips of cloth, braided together, with a slipknot at one end.

“I made it from the fibers of my clothing,” Thrawn said.

“Nice,” Anakin said. He’d heard the muffled sound of tearing early on in their imprisonment, but the outfits they’d taken from the 'Larkrer' were a little tight and he’d assumed Thrawn was just making himself more comfortable.

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Ah!

The good times when Thrawn made a cord out of his (borrowed) *tight* clothes and was (probably) half naked for the rest of the adventure...

[Yes, yes. Deep content this week]

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When in a post I feature myself wearing some kind of nerdy clothes, I always feel that the photo is not actually worthy to be published in the feed.

Week after week, I try not only to show something never or seldom shared before but also to compose the image in a new and unused way.

The photographic results vary, but the mere attempt is and will be my pride and joy.

Back to the point (because I am physically unable to refrain from digressing), every time I want to feature some clothes, I struggle to find anything gripping. I did some aerial shots that I love in the past, but I still prefer to display the garment worn.

Lacking the courage to ask friends or partners, even if I would truly ADORE it (taking shots of fellow humans is my greatest passion), the unavoidable conclusion is a boring selfie. Sorry.

Three paragraphs to tell that I am not particularly excited about this photo, even if this crop t-shirt from @afanof____ is utterly divine.