Be Furious.

Be furious.

Be absolutely enraged.

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If you and your partner practice frequent, non-sexual consent, your relationship will be healthier and easier.

“Are you comfortable with me ranting about my day for a few minutes?”

“Oh, this is your poetry? Would it be okay if I read it?”

“Do you mind if I use your phone for a few minutes?”

“Wow, your meal looks awesome. Could I try some?”

It will save a lot of grief, especially in a developing relationship. Eventually, with consistent “yes’s” and “no’s” you can figure out more permanent boundaries and guidelines.

“I need to ask before ranting about my day or taking their food, but my partner is okay with me using their phone whenever. However, my partner does not like me reading their poetry unless they offer first.”

Mandalorian S3 opens with Ahsoka talking Din through a few things in Boba’s palace, and offering to help him keep in contact with Grogu, she can get him Luke’s comm and maybe talk to Ezra and Sabine, if he’d like, there are options, it’s–

The door is kicked open. It’s Rex. He looks old as shit. Wolffe is with him. He also looks old as shit. They are accompanied by Ezra and Sabine, who look slightly exhausted from managing elderly clones. They ignore all the blasters aimed at them, other than to tell Boba to knock it off, because Rex and Wolffe have ori'vod privileges. Boba demands to know what the hell they’re doing in his house. Bo-Katan is taking a drink and ignoring everyone because she is not willing to put up with these specific people. Fennec is fascinated. Rex yells for everyone to shut up, because he’s got news, specifically for Ahsoka and also probably Bo-Katan.

Bo wants to know what the hell kind of news he could have that she’d care about. Ahsoka throws a glass at her without looking.

(They’re friends. Mostly.)

“Gear up,” Rex tells Bo, and then turns to Ahsoka. “Yeah, so, Maul’s back.”

Ahsoka gives it a moment, and then drops her head back and groans.

“Are you shitting me?”

“Nope.”

“How many times has he died, now? Obi-Wan’s ghost promised he was dead for real this time.”

“I don’t know, Ahsoka. I just… it’s Maul. He doesn’t stay dead. He’s back, and causing problems. Mostly for the imperial remnants, but…”

Boba looks constipated, because he does in fact know who this is. Bo-Katan is ready to commit a murder, even at her age. Ahsoka’s tired. Sabine and Ezra look like they want to beg for her help in keeping Rex and Wolffe from dealing with this themselves. Fennec is aware of who this person is, enough to know that most of Mandalore hates him. Everyone is tense.

Din quietly, slowly, tentatively raises his hand.

“Who’s Maul?”

A fawn curled up beside a fake deer which is used for target practice. 

Happy birthday to our tender father!

No I have no idea who took the photo pls tell me

I hate bright ass fucking LED headlights or whatever the hell they are