I Have Been Fighting Death Ever Since I Was Born And I’m Not Fucking Dead Yet So One Can Only Assume

fic writers for the mandalorian ! this vid ended up being pretty interesting analytically wrt din’s fighting style and what benefits him — i don’t agree w everything stated in it just due to differing opinions / analysis and ofc some things have changed because this vid was posted before s2, but regardless it’s still pretty useful for understanding his weapons (most helpful bit imo) + the way he fights

(+ anything u might disagree w or that has been removed from or changed in canon by the end of s2 is addressed and analyzed by many ppl in the comments! so thats useful too)

When the last tree has fallen and the rivers are poison You cannot eat money

A part the ‘what he would’ve wanted’ wip I’m working on rn because this chapter is taking a while and I need to feed the wolves. See if you can guess what’s going on!

He didn’t know what he was expecting, couldn’t understand how he hoped for the same mechanic that had helped his buir all that while ago. What, that after all this time she’d not only still be here, but would also be in the hanger his teacher had chosen at random?

Please. He remembered how the other Younglings would hate it if a story melded perfectly for the character’s usage. ‘He has stupid plot armour!’ they’d cry out. ‘It makes no sense!’

Fool him twice for thinking he had plot armour.

I just thought it was funny :)

wow i was-

i was reading some of my old, unfinished fan-fiction. a few minutes ago i reached the end and was like; ‘oh what where’s the rest?’

dumbass didn’t realise there’s no more because they didn’t write more-

dumbass being, well, me

that was a big fat lie i have not been writing and it’s only thanks to the Mandalorian that i opened another google docs so say thank you to the Mandalorian

if you’re curious about the Mandalorian Fic, I named the Docs “What a waste to be so alone”. Take it as you will

hey yea im back and i’m alive and i’m here to tell you that i am hyperfixating on The Mandalorian 

i am writing. i am writing about what i promised. but i am also writing about the Mandalorian. you can read what i wrote, but im also writing more. its just a sorta continuation of that fic.

I’d write sumn like “Dreamside” and the spell check would go “Excuse me, excuse- do you mean dream side?”

Then I’d lock gazes with it and say “no.” and it’ll instantly shuffle back and start to learn the word ‘Dreamside’ because I am the writer and I am God here.

The ‘add to dictionary’ button on MS word is such a power move like I don’t care if it’s a real word or not, you stupid little software, you will learn the word Quinjet and that’s that on that

I take in a deep intake of breath, pressing my palms flat against each other. “Okay,” I say. Point towards a youthful face that stared back at me with wide eyes. “You’re me.” My finger flicks toward the other face that stared at me. “And you’re me, too.” My fingers interlock with one another, press firmly against my forehead. “And you’re all here, in my room...why?” Future-Me and Younger-Me exchange a quick glance. Or rather, Future-Me glances towards Younger-Me, as Younger-Me is having way too much fun with my phone. “Universe likes to mess around,” Future-Me finally manages to say. I groan and lean against the headboard of my bed. “Right,” I mumble. Rub my eyes. “That makes sense.” My gaze gets drawn back towards Younger-Me. That childlike innocence. That optimistic hope. They had the whole world wrapped around their little finger - and they had no idea. No idea. Clueless, to what was coming. My eyebrows furrow. I lean forward, my mouth open and- Future-Me stops me by holding a palm out to my face. They meet my gaze, shaking their head. “Don’t,” they say. “You can’t do it.” I straighten to give Future-Me an incredulous look. “They don’t know what’s going to happen,” I say. “Neither did you,” Future-Me reminds. “That’s why they happened.” “I can stop it.” My fingers clench. “I can warn them-” “In the unlikely event that they even understand you,” Future-Me interrupts. “Changing the future can be devastating.” My teeth ground against each other and I glance away. Future-Me was right, and I knew it. As much as I hated knowing, as much as every fibre of my being wants to shake Younger-Me and tell them all the signs to look out for- I can’t. A hand rests on my shoulder. I glance back up, meeting Future-Me’s sympathetic gaze. “You’re angry,” they say. “Wound’s still fresh, huh?” I wince, then sigh. “Somewhat,” I mutter. The hand on my shoulder tightens slightly. “They have to go through what we went through,” they remind me. “They have to learn what we learnt - which means that they will have to meet Her.” Another hand rests on my other shoulder. Turns me around so I fully face my ten-years-in-the-future self.  “They’ll get hurt,” Future-Me murmurs. Gives Younger-Me a sorrowful glance. They sigh, then glance back up at me with a hopeful smile. “But they’ll survive. Just like we did.” I stare into my own eyes for a while, then sigh and nod acceptance. “I know,” I murmur. Give Younger-Me my own glance. “I just can’t- can’t help but worry.” Future-Me chuckles. “Oh yeah, you never really stop.” “Is that a general thing or are you being specific to me?” “I can’t tell you,” Future-Me wags a finger, “just like you can’t tell Younger-Us.” I huff, annoyed. Then sit still, my eyes widening. A hopeful glance back towards Future-Me.  “Does this mean the future’s good enough not to risk?” I ask. Future-Me meets my gaze and smiles; amused. “Maybe.” A lonesome chuckle spills past me. “That’s probably the best thing I’m getting,” I mutter. Future-Me wraps an arm around my shoulder and draws me into a half-hug. “I knew you’d come around,” they tease softly. Our attentions are both drawn back as Younger-Me releases a short giggle of laughter. The smiles on all our faces mirror one another. “What’re you doing?” “Playing!” “Are ya winning?” “Yeah!”

prompt 1394

Write a story that has three characters: yourself ten years ago, yourself now, and yourself ten years from now.

Queer and scared of goin’ homeless

I’m getting kicked out of my place. Head is pounding over this. But it is what it is.

This was sudden as fuck and it’s crushing close to the holidays, and difficult as fuck to find a new place with COVID-19 and all that.

I’m frantically looking at some rooms for rent in town. But costs are up and I’m doing what I can. I’m selling a few of my more expensive possessions to scrape up some cash for the move-out but the new places I’m looking at cost a lot more than I can handle right now..

So I really need all the help I can get, to scrape together at least $1,100 before the deadline in January. The sooner I move the better.

My Ko-Fi is here if you would be so kind as to give your buddy Sin a hand. I hate asking for money at a time like this but I really don’t know what else to do here.

Please boost if you can. Every bit helps. Even a dollar. Please please please.

Thank you so much for reading

literally how are you supposed to reach the end of the rainbow this way-

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What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

FOOD

Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food

grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread

different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.

some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit

SHELTER

Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment

sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone can’t steal it

Some churches offer short term residence

Find your nearest homeless shelter

Look for places that are open to the public

A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry

HYGIENE

A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.

Public libraries have bathrooms you can use

Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.

Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver

Local beaches, go for a quick swim

Some truck stops have showers you can pay for

Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet

Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket

OTHER

first aid kit

 sunscreen

 a travel alarm clock or watch

 mylar emergency blanket

 a backpack is a must

 downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards

 sleeping bag

 travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror

 swiss army knife

 can opener