
Mainly Star Wars and defending the Jedi because that is the hill I am going to die on.
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JJK 268 Spoilers:
JJK 268 Spoilers:
DING DONG SUKUNA IS FUCKING DEAD! AND THE TRIO IS BACK! We are so back man.
Also Uraume just killed themselves lmao.
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More Posts from Tiredbastard59
Having BIG™ feelings about how most of the Jedi that survived Order 66 were literal children.
Children whose brothers turned on them, and whose parental figures were ripped from them for reasons that they would never understand. Children who didn't know how to live in a galaxy who accepted them, much less one that didn't. Children who had to shed the identity they'd had longer than they could remember just to survive. Children who watched as their people were labeled terrorists and the things they held sacred were desecrated to the purpose of hurting the people they were made to protect.
Children who had to pick up the (often literal) sword of those who'd come before them to protect innocents and hold onto what scraps of their culture that were left. That, to their limited knowledge, believed themselves to be the very last of their kind. Children who bore the weight of bringing justice to the deaths of thousands of their kin, not through revenge, but through the restoration of peace. Who in the fight towards peace, had to once again become weapons instead of peacemakers.
Of them training padawans when they were technically still padawans themselves. Who had to teach what broken pieces of their culture that they could still remember, because they were still learners when they stopped learning. Who taught in the middle of surviving in a galaxy that was out to get them on all sides. Whose padawans never got the chance to go to Ilum, or see the Temple on Coruscant, or bond with other padawans, or any other experience that should've been theirs by birthright.
If I think about it for too long my brain stops working and I cry.



across the multiverse!!

The Betrayers turned to their siblings and said, "Your creations are flawed and broken, they disappoint you, they hurt you. We have to destroy them."
And the Prime Deities replied, "No, they are our children. We won't destroy them. We love them too much."
The faithful of Aeor turned to their gods and said, "We believe in you. Let us help you. The Betrayer Gods are cruel and evil. We will use the Factorum Malleus to kill them all to end this war and make the world better."
And the Prime Deities replied, "No, they are our siblings. We won't kill them. We love them too much."
There's nothing like a tragedy born from love.
JJK 257 Spoilers:
THATS FUCKING RIGHT YUJI GODDAMM MASTERCLASS RIGHT NOW! BEAT THAT FRAUDS ASS HIT A 7th BLACK FLASH NEXT CHAPTER PLEASE!

I'm not saying that 84% of the Critical Role fanart I've made in the last few years is Aeor, but I'm also not saying it isn't exactly that. So getting the opportunity to paint canon pre-Calamity Aeor might be my new favorite thing.