Never forget that the Jedi Temple on Coruscant was built on top of a Sith Shrine, and that Sidious used the residual dark side energies there to help shroud his presence from the Jedi.
Never forget that the Jedi were totally begging to be fucked over, I mean come *on*. They couldn’t build it a little to the left? Nope. Had to have it right on top of the Sith one. Because symbolism and aesthetic and Jedi dogmatism.
(It does make for some fun fanfic ideas, though. Like, imagine if Palps had access to it? Imagine if he tortured people literally right beneath the Jedi’s noses?? Or experimented? Or just did general Sith shit??? And none of them had any idea because their senses were dulled by the Dark Side????? A-fucking-men that would be both brutal and beautiful and I am most definitely using it now. You all should, too.)
*hums quietly* Hungry temple ate what came before at the command of its creators, and it chews up Jedi and spits out their corpses, and they all begin their lives there so they don’t know they need to escape. It will eat anyone who comes inside, if they dare, if the Jedi allow, and no one notices except for a few.
And Sidious isn’t about to tell any of his apprentices that the Temple is hungry because it belonged to the Sith first, and it remembers. If Sidious doesn’t tell, he can watch the Temple eat those who don’t figure it out.
*shivers* ohooooo
Maul notices. Maul thinks it’s something the Jedi did.
(Maul is wrong. Maul never finds out how wrong he is.)
Eea, his apprentice, his sharp-smiled little tunnel-mite with her own hunger – for safety, for the power to destroy those who would destroy her, for the family she never had, for the family she will never let go – she notices. Eea lets Maul tell her it is the Jedi. Eea’s never quite sure she believes him.
(Eea tears a hole in the universe when someone kills her little brother’s home, kills the mother she had wanted and never got until everyone told her she was too old for a mother, makes her dark brother scream. Eea tears a hole in the universe and steals her family back again and she promises the Temple and it’s masters will burn.)
Obi-Wan notices. Obi-Wan knows better than to say anything.
(Obi-Wan screams, in all the ways he knows how, and no one ever listens. Obi-Wan finds someone who will listen, and he offers to ignite the pyre.)
Anakin notices the first time. Anakin notices with malice the second time.
(Anakin burned the planet to a cinder the first time because the Temple took everything he loved and spat out death. Anakin is a little more focused the second time, because he still has those he holds dear.)
Sidious forgets that he’s not the only person in the galaxy who can learn from history, who is not dulled by the Dark Side.
(Sidious should never have forgotten even the most insignificant can tear down empires.)
… use certain things that tumblr has made less visible, the idiots. It might have been a while, but I haven’t seen a thing on how to use things go around lately, so.
Reblogging this because (a) it is probably useful for people still, and (b) because I am going to add a little more on how to add extra stuff to text posts, particularly on embedding videos.
Below the cut because this is an image heavy post, which gets long.
Alright, so I already did the thing with the how to find where to do things with adding video:
When you click on it, you should get this:
I am using a youtube video for this, so, you either paste this:
(which should be the same regardless of what video service you’re using, the other two options below might not be so readily locatable; I have not checked anywhere else).
Or this:
Or this:
All three have the result of this (while you’re in preparing to post):
And because this is adorable, and dogs:
I hope this has been useful!
@lilyrose225writes – since talking to you was the impetus for figuring this out.
i’m sure i’ve read things that make less sense than this, but i’m drawing a blank rn
*stares at the image for a long moment*
Actually, it’s about getting complete protein in a form that won’t cause intestinal distress and/or an increase in a desire to throw flaming rocks at the planet or other means of mass destruction, but ok. Believe as you will, I can’t stop you.
TW: intrusive thoughts, suicidal ideation, refusal of repeatedly requested medical treatment, denial of agency
After posting this post, I was thinking about how it would be nice to actually fix the problem… except that I have been told over and over and over again in brick-space that “you’ll change your mind” (verbatim, even), and variations on that theme, when I express the desire to have it all removed because I’m not using it, will never use it, and will be a more sane and stable person without spending a quarter of my life trying to cope with loud intrusive thoughts that involve murder and destruction on as large a scale as I can manage.
Most of the rest of the time, the intrusive thoughts are more along the lines of mild suicidal ideation and a desire to get rid of All the Things and start new.
But I got told by too many people, too often, that I can’t possibly want to have my reproductive organs removed, and now, when I know that – in theory – that should be less an issue because of my age, I still can’t find the energy to face even the possibility of being told that again.
Oh, it’ll be more “let’s try SSRIs first”, and get disapproval when I am adamant in my desire to remove the problem rather than treat the symptoms. I don’t want to fuck with my brain chemistry before I remove the hormones that are already fucking with it badly on a regular basis.
I don’t use them. I don’t want to use them. I have been saying this for damn near twenty years, and there have been precious few people who believed me the first time I expressed that sentiment around them. And not one of the doctors I have seen has believed me. Always acted like this is just a temporary flight of fancy, just a bad day.
That all I really would need is hormonal birth control – which I turned down because that will make it worse. (At least anything that mimics being pregnant. I’ve seen what that does to people with ovaries in my family. I survived that. I refuse to see it from the inside.)
So I try to cope with a problem that gets worse and worse with each passing year, and know I should keep looking for someone who will fucking listen and get me the treatment that works (they can’t fuck with my brain chemistry if they’re not there). And I can’t. I can’t trust that I won’t have it flung in my face that I can’t possibly know myself that well. That my body is not my own, and I am not allowed to decide what to do with its reproductive capability.
I do not have the strength to face that again. I don’t know if I ever will.
Clones who’ve never cried in their entire young lives because they don’t think their emotions are valid.
Clones who value the safety of their gear over their own safety because they can heal themselves and their gear can’t.
Clones who probably wouldn’t qualify as old enough to go to war if someone bothered to test them on mental maturity rather than physical.
Clones getting more and more reckless because they’ve lost their squadmates, they literally have nothing left to live for, and they just want to make their inevitable deaths useful.
Clones with PTSD debating whether or not they should just shoot themselves before they damage something worth more than they are.
Clones not wanting to show emotions because it makes them weak and therefore less valuable.
Clones in medbays tearing themselves apart trying to get up before they should, trying to get back out onto the field, because they’re worse than useless if all they’re doing is lying in bed using up resources that should be spent on beings who actually matter.
Clones who just stare in disbelief and quite simply cannot process what’s happening when their Jedi comes back for them, takes unnecessary risks for them, and actually treats them like living beings when everyone else, including them, sees them as tools.
…naive young clones who are very easily convinced that abusive behavior towards them is fine, is normal, who don’t realize that it’s not okay for other people to intentionally put them in danger or take advantage of them in any way.
Clones who swear eternal loyalty to Jedi like Pong Krell, who die without ever realizing that they don’t deserve to be treated like drones.
Clones who lose their first Jedi and are then forced, reeling from the loss of literally the only non-clone to ever even talk to them instead of at them, to go into battle with another Jedi who probably blames them for the loss of the first.
Clones who genuinely believe that they exist only for others to use, and may not realize what sort of use is unacceptable.
Clones who recognize abuse as abuse but don’t feel like they’re even worth any sort of investigation or intervention.
Clones traded into slavery and reported dead by corrupt Jedi, clones who never realized that something was wrong until it was too late.
“…naive young clones who are very easily convinced that abusive behavior towards them is fine, is normal, who don’t realize that it’s not okay for other people to intentionally put them in danger or take advantage of them in any way.”
You’re describing Dogma now please spare my emotions it’s almost 3 am please spare me.
Clones who don’t understand how to deal with positive emotions directed towards them and just end up retreating instead.
Clones who legitimately start crying when shown affection by others and then have no idea how to deal with this or even what’s happening.
Clones who just kinda short out at positive attention from other races and end up staring blankly at them and accidentally chasing away the attention.
Clones who don’t know how to deal with their own negative emotions and end up lashing out at everyone or retreating into themselves.
Clone guards who literally can’t refuse orders from their charges, no matter how inappropriate or intimate the orders are, and then don’t know how to function in the face of their emotions about what happened.
Clones who don’t realize that basically everyone around them needs a therapist and mistake their own unhealthy behaviors for normal ones because these are the things that everyone else does.
Clones who finally just break down and end up huddled in a corner trying to decide if they’re about to cry or start punching things.
Clones who have no idea how to help each other and inadvertently make things worse when they try to help someone who’s curled into a corner and just end up scaring or upsetting them even more.
Hfdjhdjsjsn
I AM LEGITIMATELY CACKLING AT THE THINGS IN THE NOTES
HERE ARE FEELS
Clones who don’t even realize that what happened to them was wrong.
Clones who feel like what happened to their squadmate can’t possibly be okay but don’t realize that they could actually get someone arrested for it.
Clones who don’t even think to tell their Jedi that something happened because they aren’t injured, after all, it’s not worth anyone’s time.
Clones who want so badly to get themselves off of guard duty, but realize that if they do, whoever takes their place will be a target instead, and can’t bear to subject anyone else to whoever they have to guard.
Clones who just halfway shut down at the mention of specific people and then insist that no, it’s fine, they just didn’t particularly like that person but yes they can take another shift of guard duty.
Why do you hurt me like this.
YOU’RE ALL FUCKING GROUNDED. JESUS CHRIST.
Those noises you just heard were Slick over in prison breaking a LOT of things. Like, a lot a lot.
HUH. First of all, COOL LOOKING. Also second of all, there’s some tagging culture that I totally missed for a while. If you don’t tag at all, its percieved as you not watning it reblogged. And if it’s something you want seen, you need to try and anticipate most like globally searched tags. I’m not saying this is The Law, but I ran into this a few months back having NO idea.
THIS IS ACTUALLY A THING?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK??
First, that art is GORGEOUS, and I would very much pay to have a print of that, and I don’t put a lot of art up on my walls. (Hell, I’d pay to have a copy I can use as a wallpaper for my laptop or phone, because pretty!)
Second, the tag thing, wha? *blinks, and looks confused* That. That is a thing I did not know. I mean, I do know that only people following me in one fashion or another will see posts if I don’t tag them, but. That is not at all how I use tags.
Tags to attempt to be able to find things later, tags to make commentary when I have no spoons to add to a post, tags to glee over a fanwork when again, no spoons – or sometimes no words that aren’t already a tag. That is my tagging. If it encourages people to reblog, that’s bonus.
Also, if I fail to tag a thing, that tends to imply more than I have only just enough energy to hit post or reblog, not that I do not want it reblogged. And I kinda assume that most people who fail to tag things just don’t have the brain to figure out tags on a given day (or sometimes ever, and that’s ok).
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