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Absolutely buckwild thread of ChatGPT feeding & amplifying delusions, causing the user to break with reality. People are leaning on ChatGPT for therapy, for companionship, for advice... and it's fucking them up.

Seems to be spreading too.

Question for y'all: what would you do if you had $10,000 to make things better for LGBTQ+ youth in your community or school?

If you can dream it up, we want to help you make it happen.

Since 2022, we've awarded over $1.3 million in funding to 142 youth-led projects across the U.S., including things like gender-affirming clothing closets, regional LGBTQ+ youth conferences, student wellness programs and safe spaces, and inclusive arts and education projects.

And yup, we're doing it again.

With It Gets Better: Changemakers, we want to help you create a lasting impact at your school, your library, your local LGBTQ+ center, or wherever it’s needed most in your own local community. A downtown Pride mural? Education sessions at your local LGBTQ+ center? A Queer Prom? Let's do it!

You can apply now for a grant of up to $10,000 through May 5, 2025 at itgetsbetter.org/changemakers.

P.S.: Look out for upcoming live info sessions where we'll answer all your FAQs about the application and funding process. Can't wait to see your ideas. 💜

The Palestinian keffiyeh is not just a piece of fabric used to cover the head or shoulders; it is a deeply rooted symbol that embodies the identity and national heritage of the Palestinian people. Since its association with the Palestinian resistance and the struggle against colonialism, the keffiyeh has become a witness to a long history of resilience. The shapes and patterns adorning it are not random decorations but carry meanings and connotations that reflect the close connection between the Palestinian people and their land.

The black lines that dominate the keffiyeh's design symbolize agricultural fields, representing the Palestinians' bond with their land and their enduring love for it despite all challenges. This land has always been a source of life and identity. Additionally, the intricate mesh patterns resemble fishing nets, reflecting the maritime life and work of Palestinians in coastal areas. The net also symbolizes unity and solidarity, as its intersections highlight the strength of the Palestinian people when they stand together against difficulties.

Other symbols famously associated with the keffiyeh include the stalks of grain, which represent fertility and the relentless effort in agriculture. In the Palestinian context, agriculture is not merely an occupation but a tool of resistance and steadfastness in the face of occupation. Similarly, the recurring square patterns tell the story of the barriers and restrictions faced by the Palestinian people throughout history, whether physical barriers such as walls and military checkpoints or intangible ones like social and political constraints.

The symbolism of the Palestinian keffiyeh can be beautifully summarized in an artistic image. This image highlights the traditional black-and-white patterns of the keffiyeh, blending elements such as agricultural branches, fishing nets, and open fields, along with square designs that reflect unity and resilience. This depiction embodies the profound Palestinian identity and the people's enduring connection to their land and heritage.

The keffiyeh, therefore, is not merely an article of clothing but a symbol of steadfastness and resistance, uniquely capturing the Palestinian people's resilience and cultural identity. Wearing the keffiyeh today is a sincere expression of solidarity with the Palestinian cause and a reaffirmation of the enduring connection to this land and its historical symbols, despite attempts to erase or undermine its identity.

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I... I don't think the patient's weight got entered correctly. Just a hunch

An urgent call for humanity

Please don't scroll this ‼️‼️🙏

We need your solidarity with us at this bad time.🇵🇸🍉🙏

🙌Verified by Butterfly effect project line 355 in spreadsheet🇵🇸🚨here

Here in Gaza after a cruel war, We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

We need your support to save us and to help us after the destruction that surrounding us here in Gaza.

Please if you can't donate you can share it with your friends, family, and networks. Together, you can help me give my children hope, warmth, and sustenance in this critical time.🙏🙏🙏🍉💔

You can donate here

Or via PayPal here

An urgent call for humanity

Please don't scroll this ‼️‼️🙏

We need your solidarity with us at this bad time.🇵🇸🍉🙏

🙌Verified by Butterfly effect project line 355 in spreadsheet🇵🇸🚨here

Here in Gaza after a cruel war, We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

We need your support to save us and to help us after the destruction that surrounding us here in Gaza.

Please if you can't donate you can share it with your friends, family, and networks. Together, you can help me give my children hope, warmth, and sustenance in this critical time.🙏🙏🙏🍉💔

You can donate here

Or via PayPal here

Gay people wanted this (me)

Calling all Brits on this hellsite.

We all saw Elon Musk do the nazi salute at the Trump inauguration. We know that he is influencing and fanning the flames of right wing political parties.

And that very well may include ours.

Because Elon Musk has pledged to donate $100 million to the Reform party. He has since mentioned that it might be hard to give such a large sum now.

But I don’t think we should take our chances. And I think we can agree that letting billionaires influence our countries politics is a terrible idea.

If you also agree here’s a link to a Parliament petition.

It calls for the government to remove loopholes that allow wealthy foreign individuals to make donations into UK political parties (e.g. by funnelling through UK registered companies).

As it is a parliament petition the government are required to debate it in parliament. But for that to happen it needs to reach 100,000 signatures.

Non British folk I’m afraid you guys can’t sign but I encourage you guys to reblog so that more people can see this.

Now more than ever we need to make Tumblr unmarketable, do NOT invite the government into this space.

100% sure that whenever Trump dies, that day will become a Tumblr holiday, and there will be posts that circulate annually with crab rave GIFs in the reblogs as far as the eye can see

I was watching the clone wars again (haven’t seen it since I was a kid) and I noticed something really weird in episode 5 season 4 (it’s when the wolffpack C-3PO and R2-D2 end up on the planet Aleen because of earthquakes and co) and when Artooie is search in the computer of the local Republican communication station, there’s a bunch of information in Aurebesh

Well I translated and it’s literally the domino squad’s numbers (Echo, Fives, Droidbait, Cutup and Hevy) and I was like what the hell is that doing here tbh

1 CT-782 | Hevy

2 CT-00-2010 | Droidbait

3 CT-21-0408 | (who’s strangely aka CT-1409) Echo

4 CT-4040 | Cutup

5 CT-27-5555 | Fives

"Kamino patented look of judgement"

i have a folder in my computer called "just in case" where i have important documents saved, like the constitution (since trump REMOVED IT from whitehouse.gov) and books that might get banned

im obviously going to add more, if anyone has any reccomendations please let me know. just wanted to share because i think its a good idea going into these next 4+ years.

EDIT i've also added a clip of elon doing the nazi salute because its taken down a lot of places and likely will be removed everywhere. as well as screenshots of what happened when you searched "presidents in order" (it did not show biden) and "president from 2020-2024" (it showed trump) but have since been fixed

Spirit: Stallion of The Cimarron & the Indian Boarding Schools/Residential Schools allegory

Hi. I haven't posted anything at all for a long time, but now I have something for you. I'm sorry, I feel so bad... I don't have the strength to move on, but I will share this surge of feelings on an electronic canvas with you. Take care of yourself.

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

Small Talk (Manipulative)

Clone x OC Week - Day 1, Introduction || Rex x OC

SUMMARY: Undercover on the gleaming streets of Separatist planet Dio Ambra, Rex finds himself with the unusual problem of having a woman jump into his passenger seat and scream at him to drive like she owned the vehicle. Liya, gutter rat extraordinaire, pries her way through Rex’s standoffish behavior (and under his skin).

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: cursing, canon typical violence, brief allusions to slavery

“DRIVE, FUCKING DRIVE!”

That was all Rex had processed as the woman waved her hand clutching a pair of strappy heels launched herself into their speeder. Her sparkly white dress shimmered in the sun. Rex could only blanch as she whipped her head over, glaring as if to say well, what are you waiting for? Were he a weaker man, he would’ve flinched.

He opened his mouth to reply, not sure whether to be baffled, indignant, or both, but the blaring sirens cut him off. The tinny voices of droids buzzed.

“Go, we’ve got to go,” she barked. Left with few other options, Rex revved up the landspeeder and swiftly peeled away from the sidewalk.

“Left here,” she ordered.

He obeyed. Swerving past a flock of chittering birds, he caught a glimpse of flashing red and blue. Blaster bolts rang out. Behind them, police droids on speeders gave chase.

“Turn right!” She yelled, hair flying as she ducked. Reeling her arm back, she launched a gleaming heel which slammed square into a droid’s dome, knocking it off its speeder onto the street.

“Where are we- kriff!” He swerved to avoid a crowd of pedestrians. More blaster shots zipped around his head. The woman hurled her other shoe with deadly accuracy.

“Where are your blasters for shit’s sake?”

“On my belt.” He yelled back, thrusters squealing as he tried avoiding flattening someone’s grandmother. “Who are you?”

“Waves crash- ugh, into a cliff,” she screeched. She grabbed one of his pistols from his belt holster and began shooting.

“You’re the informant?” He yelled incredulously. She fired, making some nearby civilians shriek and run towards the buildings to hide. He blared the speeder horn and wove around the others on the road. “Kriff, don’t just shoot wildly. The pedestrians-”

Three shots rang out, nailing two police droids straight in the head. Their metal bodies and speeders screeched into the road as they crashed.

“Tell your general to get a new code phrase that isn’t cringy as shit,” she spat back, still firing shots from behind the cover of the seat headrest. One more droid crackled and hit the cobbled road. Rex cussed as they neared the end of a road. “Left!”

Metal screeched against a building wall. They hurtled down a small road between tall white buildings. Rex tried not to think about the unfortunate porg who couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. They crashed through clotheslines and dumpsters until the road opened up.

“You drove us to a karking cul-de-sac?”

“Just keep driving.”

“It’s on a cliff!”

“JUST. GO.” She snarled and grabbed the steering wheel. Shoving the blaster in his hands, she took over.

“Cover me,” she barked. Gritting his teeth, Rex obeyed. Firing shots that went purposely wide to avoid hitting any of the cowering bystanders, he felt his body lurch. Tearing through someone’s unlucky flowerbeds, she drove them straight towards the open air between two small houses. Metal shrieked and suddenly, he felt the weightlessness of being airborne before gravity reasserted itself with a scream. Huh, oh he was screaming. He was also falling, which seemed like an unfortunate commonality in his life as of late.

They landed with a harsh thud that reverberated into his teeth. He slammed his palms against the dash as they hit the ground and bounced harshly. His body jerked up before slamming down, tailbone against hard plastoid. His spine trembled. Rex looked down. They’d landed on what upon a bit of squinting turned out to be apartment complexes knitted so tightly together that the speeder had no issues running along them. Sirens blared above, bringing Rex back to his senses. He grabbed the steering wheel. The woman beside him collapsed into her seat.

“That was close,” she remarked, awfully upbeat.

“It’s not over yet.” His reply was a touch sour. He couldn’t deny the small well of annoyance when she just smiled sunnily. “They can still catch us.”

“Yeah, but they won’t follow us over. They can't legally go onto the rich people property that we just tore through, so they’ll have to go around. Droids.” She mused. “No independent thought.”

Well, that he could agree with.

Liya pretended to shift her dress as she glanced over. There’s generally not much information on clone troopers outside the usual propaganda, much less anything that would indicate any sort of personality in the people that corporate oligarchs in the Senate are using as meat shields. The closest she’s heard was rumors amid the slums of Dio Ambra following a flood of refugees coming from Christophsis—and even then, there wasn't much. Whispers of helmeted troopers moving so synchronously they seemed like shifting white sand dunes from afar. Regardless, it figured she’d get stuck with who was probably the most poster-boy perfect soldier those elitist Kaminoans could come up with.

Shit, even his breathing looked metronomically timed.

Go figure.

Studying his side profile with an intensity that led her to think he was purposefully avoiding her gaze, Liya wondered what made this man tick. A clone soldier. There were conflicting stories on Dio Ambra from where and how they came about, but everyone agreed it was…odd. A perfect army that appeared the moment war broke out. This man, who was conveniently trapped in a vehicle with her nosy ass, was ostensibly the first outside news source she’s had since taking this mission on this insular “no war in Ba Sing Se” hellhole planet. Liya embraced this revelation, since it meant she could bug him.

“So,” she began coyly.

“So?” His tone was unamused. She smiled to herself.

“So,” her lips curled around the syllable and dragged it out playfully. “Scared of heights?”

He choked, but tried to disguise it as a cough.

“What gave you the impression?” His attempt at stoicism was cute, but he’d already given himself away much earlier.

“The screaming. Hope you aren’t too hoarse from that. I’d hate to tell Skywalker that I broke his favorite soldier.” She mused.

“General Skywalker doesn’t have… favorites.”

“Oh? Then why’d he send you on this trip, Sergeant?” Liya tossed her long hair back with a flippant smile.

“Captain.” He corrected. She watched him reel in his irritation with a smirk. “It’s Captain Rex.”

“Your name?”

He nodded.

“You chose that yourself?” She tried not to sound too derisive, she really did, but something in her tone made the man twitch. Maybe it was in the way she said “chose” or her intonation of “yourself.” Or maybe it was just the fact that she was nosing into his business when clearly he did not want conversation. Yes, she could indeed be self aware. Either way, she watched his hands tighten on the steering wheel. Oops, she needed to say something to lessen that. She wanted to get under his skin—play the vapid little princess—not genuinely piss him off.

“Rex,” she said, testing out the sounds. Liya continued blabbing. “It has quite a nice ring to it. Rolls off the tongue nicely. Captain Rex.”

“I’m not too familiar with natties but I’m pretty sure normally people introduce themselves after learning someone’s name.”

Well. Judging by the steely undertone to his words, she hadn’t been very successful in not offending him. She pulled on a winning smile that went largely ignored.

“You may call me Liya. I chose it myself too,” she said, tossing her hair.

“Whatever you say.”

Liya laughed, tossing her head back and arching her spine. Throwing her hands in the air, she basked in the perfect weather. The heat of the sun was offset by the salty ocean breeze. It was perfect weather for her slinky white midi that probably cost more than her. She felt his gaze trail her pale neck and down her peeking décolletage as the sun illuminated her perfect skin. Beneath sooty lashes, still giggling, she watched his ears redden.

Perfect soldier or no, he was still a man.

He cleared his throat.

“That wasn’t that funny.” His hands gripped the steering wheel as he kept his eyes fixed on the road.

She leaned forward onto the dashboard. Crossing her arms on the warm plastoid, she laid her head down and looked at Rex from under fluttering lashes. She watched his jaw tick. His hazel eyes stayed stuck on the road ahead.

Damn, she’d have to try harder.

“Awfully nice weather,” she commented when the silence drew too long. Her new friend seemed intent on ignoring her existence, but she was well versed in the art of talking a lot about nothing. Really, she’d make bank as a politician. “It’ll be the only thing I miss about this planet.”

He said nothing.

“I mean, the architecture is beautiful.” She continued. “They have some stunningly rich culture here. Nice pastries. Oh but, their tyrannical rulers are a bit of an issue. Money rules, right? And, terribly authoritarian over here. Couldn’t even get a proper Holonet connection to the outside; I had to send an email by printing it out on flimsi and mailing it.” Liya threw her hands up and looked at him aghast. Partly because she enjoyed being dramatic, and partly to watch his lips tighten disapprovingly at her purported diva behavior.

“That sounds awfully difficult.”

She snorted at his dry wit. He didn’t even try to mask his disdain. “Sarcasm? I expected better from you, captain.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Yes, but that’s what conversation is for,” she slouched, watching his jaw tighten. Pushing further, she added a snotty, “do keep up.”

She could feel his temper slipping.

She clicked her tongue loudly. His jaw ticked.

“You won’t even answer me?” Liya let out an exaggeratedly burdened sigh. “I’m hurt.”

“Just keep quiet until we get to the ship.” He snapped.

Bingo.

Liya huffed, injecting as much hurt into the puff of breath as she could. She crossed her arms and turned away to look at the passing landscape. Stretches of shitty quality apartments knitted together. They were riding right above the slums of Dio Ambra, where the unfortunate and impoverished lay out of sight and out of mind of their rich overlords. She waited a moment, and then another. And right as she thought she’d actually pushed him too far, she heard a small sigh.

“What brought you here?” His tone was about as excited as someone walking towards a noose, but she could sense he was feeling apologetic. Ha, can’t stand seeing a lady in distress, was it? What a noble soul. Content to let him suffer in his own guilt, she let silence reign for a moment.

“It was supposed to be a quick job.” She began slowly, trying to sound reluctant. Liya kept her head tilted away, propped up on one hand and facing the scenery. “Hired by some rich princess to play house for a little bit. Fill in as a bridesmaid, since she didn’t have enough friends, while doubling as protection. But then the princess grew a bit…attached. Never had any real friends before so naturally my charm and wit were enrapturing,” Liya drawled playfully, deigning to look his way again and catching his exasperated eye-roll.

“She wanted to keep me there because she said I was the only one she could trust and that I would never betray her and whatnot, someone probably should’ve socialized her when she was younger. Beyond those bratty high-society debutantes.” She picked at her delicately manicured hands. “Let her see what us poors and impoverished live like.” Liya tacked on sarcastically, “good character building experience, no?”

“Anyhow, threw a fit anytime I tried to leave. Kept hiring me for this and that. Even shut down the shuttle ports. Would’ve escaped earlier—I can’t stand people like her—but ol’ Obi called in a favor for me to stay and gather some intel on the low.” She finished dramatically, flippant but…pensive. “And that’s me.”

“Huh.”

She resisted an eye-roll. Men.

“You’re not a very good conversationalist, are you captain?”

“No, ma’am-”

“Don’t call me that,” she cut him off sharply. He blinked, but she turned away trying to reign herself in. Oops, accidentally had a mood swing like a trebuchet at a glass castle! She’d apologize but, oh well she wasn’t built like that.

“No,” he said, quieter and then he gathered the courage to offer an olive branch. Grinning cheekily, “I’m not great with conversation, but I bet I have you beat?”

Liya almost fell out of her seat with the strength of her scoff. “Bullshit. In what world-”

Rex huffed in amusement.

“In this one, since I know how to introduce myself-”

“Oh yes, ‘It’s Captain,’” she mocked his low tone. “Captain Rex.”

“Least I didn’t just jump into a stranger’s speeder.”

Liya snorted, letting loose a sharp grin.

“It clearly wasn’t like that, there were extenuating circumstances-”

“And that required screaming in my face?”

Rex almost felt like a cadet back in Basic, as her piercing eyes lasered into him like his old trainers. He kept his hands firmly on the steering wheel and refused to wipe his palms.

“The planetary police force was tipped off and had been searching for me, as we just witnessed, so I’m sure you can understand the hurry.” She sniffed, though he could tell she was fighting a smile.

“You sure didn’t look it.” The words escaped him before he thought any better.

Her head whipped towards him.

“What are you insinuating?”

“Nothing.” He reeled in the instinctive sir. “You just looked very relaxed.”

Her glare intensified. Admittedly, Rex had thought the woman quite pretty when he first saw her. Wandering down cobblestone streets barefoot in a fancy dress and looking lost as she swung her pair of heels in time with her leisurely stroll. Dark wavy hair reaching her back juxtaposing perfect porcelain skin. She looked like the floating ads on Coruscant, standing amidst villas and green grass with some shimmering slogan above her head. Something so foreign. He’d felt oddly voyeuristic, noticing reddening shoulders as she lifted a pale arm to block the sun from her eyes.

Maybe her dark eyes met his.

Maybe he glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck.

Not that he would remember, since the moment she spotted him—pretending to be just another civilian—she jumped into the speeder and began screaming at him to drive.

“Running tends to attract more attention and suspicion. Better to look like an inconspicuous wandering tourist who got lost than someone running away from something.”

“And then you jumped into a speeder and began screaming to drive.” Rex didn’t know what was driving him to speak this way. He tacked on, “inconspicuously.”

The resulting glare was withering. In his periphery, he watched her red lips pull into a wicked smile and tried not to think of his jumping heart rate. He was losing his mind probably. The heat was getting to him.

“Maybe I like the sun.”

His palms sweated.

“I like the feel of it.”

Left? Left turn here, right?

“It’s hot. I like it.”

For a moment, Rex’s mind goes off without him. Without his permission, a million scenarios run through his mind. This woman smiling at him. A white dress hugging her figure, so bright under the sunlight it hurt to look at her. And even if he did tear his eyes away, an imprint on his vision would stay. A salty ocean breeze. Perfect red lips. And he wondered, would they smear?

“Right,” he manages to remark, as casually as he could manage. His mind frantically searched for something to change the subject. “You said you chose your name?”

They were nearing the ship. He could almost regret the end of this liminal moment. Driving on this vast, endless plane under a millennium blue sky. Bantering with this woman about introductions and weather, both incongruously easy to do yet feeling constantly on his toes with her moods.

“Yes.” She replied after a moment. In his periphery, he watched her stretch in the sun and sigh shortly, like his very question irked her.

“Not going to deign this clone more of an answer?”

“No,” Liya snapped. “You don’t know me.”

“Isn’t that what conversation’s for?” Rex echoed her earlier words. A frigid silence greeted him. He felt the need to say something, to make up for it. He considered her for a moment.

“You know, I almost named myself The Thunderer when I was four. Well, eight in nat-years.”

“No.”

“Yes,” he cackled. “I tried insisting on only answering to that, even stole the datapad my trainer had to splice into the attendance records and change my name. He made me do a month of being a training dummy for the older classes and scrubbing freshers for it.”

Rex watched her giggle.

“Such a powerful name didn’t stick?” She wiped her tears, still stifling her laughs. He felt oddly proud to be the cause of that.

“Nope. None of my brothers would call me that. Flat out refused.”

Liya laughed, seeming softer under the setting sun. “They really saved you, then.” She breathed out and whispered, “I named myself after I killed the man who enslaved me.”

Oh.

Rex pulled the speeder to a stop a distance away from the ship.

He’d landed the ship in a patch of scattered overgrowth, just the right color that his ship blended in well enough against the grays and browns. Thorny vines dotted the ground precariously, crunching under his boots. Rex came around to open her door like a proper gentleman in those old timey holofilms as he thought about a proper answer for her. He was still contemplating how to tactfully answer when he looked down and realized.

“Carry me?” Liya grinned cattishly, kicking her bare feet. Right. She’d used her shoes as goddamn projectiles. Heaving an exaggerated sigh, Rex leaned forward and scooped her up, feigning a struggle to pick her up, which earned him a jab in the sternum. He lifted her easily. She tucked herself into him, looping an arm behind his neck, her breath ghosting along his neck.

The walk was both longer and shorter than he wished.

But before he set her down, Rex realized he hadn’t ever replied.

“It’s a good name.” She looked up, a dark eyebrow cocked in amusement. He smirked. “Liya. Rolls off the tongue nicely.”

“Hah.” Liya grinned up at him, eyes gleaming. Rex felt his heart stumble. “Yours too, Thunderer.”

“The Thunderer,” Rex corrected.

A/N: Now I think Rex is such a good dude and WOULD canonically try and keep up small talk with civs and generally be a decent guy, but I also do think he’d get annoyed at someone who’s clearly never lived a rough life and is acting like a total prima donna like Liya was. Then she hits him with her "eat the rich-ness" and he thinks he's in love but he's is NOT comfortable in that fact. She’s like the bad boy rule breaker that a clone would absolutely love and live vicariously through. Like she’s cursing out senators? Damn, that's a repressed desire of mine. I love you. 

hehe how'd I do :D @orangez3st. Also event tag! @clonexocweek

Quietly losing my mind over the fact that Elon Musk has straight up orchestrated a coup of our executive branch and like....I don't even know what, if any, system we have in place to fix this. Like... He's just taken control of the money and locked out the actual appointed officials. What the fuck.

These men just stole the personal information of everyone in America AND control the Treasury. Link to article.

Akash Bobba

Edward Coristine

Luke Farritor

Gautier Cole Killian

Gavin Kliger

Ethan Shaotran

Spread their names!

One day I’ll use this on someone (me being the nb one)

Is the visual novel project still on or is it abandoned? Ty

clone wars: dating sim vn project is still going! :3

it's separated into seven arcs we're calling 'seasons', and we've got a playable version of the intro scenes. the first draft of season one is almost complete. the art is coming along nicely. it's charming, hand painted stuff over original cg frames, and a couple of full cg renders. we've got some sprites to work with too, with different expressions and sometimes outfits. there's about 7-8 people you can romance, and a few hook ups as well.

there's no 'gift' system either, players will really have to click with their fave in conversation (and choose to side with the right faction) to win hearts. there is a polyship option, and custom pronouns too. it's an audacious project, so we're taking our time and keeping things low stress for all our contributors.

we're still looking for more writers/editors, splash screen artists, and ESPECIALLY sprite artists, as well as a musical composer to make the sound track (otherwise we're going to have to hunt down some royalty free stuff) if anyone wants in, shoot me a dm. everyone else: sorry you'll have to wait for beta to play. 🤣

erection and election are spelled almost exactly the same and when u think about it they basically mean the same thing

I LOVE THIS TAKE

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I love the concept of sword and shield and having that as a cultural role dynamic!!

It fits in so so so well. Especially since Mando values are so intrinsically inclined with family, and what do warriors do for their family? They protect them at all costs and they fight for them. I also think it’d be so cool imagining this dynamic in action. Like imagine a chaotic mando kid being saved by their shield parent from a fire or a mynock or even from trying to take a piece of Uji cake from the pan before it’s done cooking in the fire. Or maybe the kid sometimes learns to hunt with their sword parent!

I just think the kids would also be more well rounded as warriors too as they grow up with learning defense and offense tactics by watching and learning from their parents. And as they get older they realize more about themselves and how they react and think “am I more of a protector first by shielding my loved ones or do I protect by taking out the threat first?” Who knows maybe some mando parents totally take turns hunting and guarding their ade too!

It kinda reminds me of eagles or Shriek hawks in universe, one parent guards the nest while the other hunts for the family and they take turns guarding so the other parent can have a break and stretch their wings or rest with the kiddos. Penguins especially! I wonder if the sword may take week long hunting trips with the whole family sometimes? That could be really fun!

Thoughts aside I just think you’re a total genius!! thank you so much for sharing!!

I’ve always personally headcanoned that if Mandalorians DID have certain stereotypical family/relationship roles it wouldn’t be anywhere close to gendered, like one person is the man and one person is the woman. It would be like, one person is the shield and one person is the sword. One is the guard and one is the hunter. The bigger and stronger of the two — traditionally, though obviously every marriage would be different and most wouldn’t conform exactly, especially with polyamory — might be the one to stay home and guard the kids and the clan. While the faster, more maneuverable and perhaps deadlier of the two went out and hunted, provided, initiated raids. A Mandalorian couple fighting together would be so dangerous for so many reasons but principally because if they’re both there it probably means you’re on their territory and both the guard and the hunter are after you, and now you’re seriously fucked.

This made my YEAR thank you for sharing beautiful Drag Ranger!

💖🌹🍊🌙🌿🐠🦋🍇🪻

We deserve to enjoy being OUTSIDE like everyone else! Mother Nature is beautiful and is here for EVERYONE 🌈

It’s important people can build community and learn more about nature from our national park service, indigenous communities and uplifting them especially! THEY’RE STILL HERE and WE’RE QUEER and here to STAYYY

Don’t let the government try to keep up locked in doors because they’re afraid of our existence- resist and live your life. Their worst fear IS our existence. I know things are terrifying for us in the US but know that no matter how they try to silence and hurt us we will always find a way to survive and thrive. Just like our Lesbian Mother Nature :)

NBC News

National Park Service effectively bans uniformed staffers from Pride marches

Uniformed park rangers have marched in some of the country’s largest Pride parades in recent years, including those in New York City and San

Original cowboy painting with water color pencil and pens-

Hes a runaway and the cops caught up to him with the chopper

Ain’t much a man can do but at least the water doesn’t care about his past as much as they do-

(Yes theres top surgery scars if you squint :3 )

A little Ahsoka doodle practice- I miss her so much 🧡💙

DAVE STOP MAKING HER SO SAD LET HER REST!!!

*ckch*

The girls are fighting at target— Request for back up in aisle 14, Over.

*ckch*

Please read in Darth Maul voice as if he were a chick fil A cashier working a 9-5 shift- getting only 10.65 an hour - and just injected a syringe full of siracha and cocaine into a chicken patty—

HES HEREEE

ITS ALIVE

DARTH JAR JAR LIIIvES

MWAHAHAHAHAA

LITTLE DID YoU KnoowW he’ll BE COME MyY NEWw APPRENTICE, AND We’ll RULE THE GALAXY as MANAGERS OF A Large CHIcKeN CHAIINNN and use it as a FRONT FOR OUr CRIMINAL EMPIIIRE

*maniacal laughter and a scared customer who just pissed blank skittles*

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Thank you 😈🙏