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@fierypen37

She/her, Christian, married to an amazing man, a mom, over 30 (gasp!), dreamer, writer. Forever angry about the Game of Thrones finale. I STAND WITH DAENERYS. I tend to devour fanfiction and obsessively gush over it. Mostly Phantom of the Opera (Erik/Christine), Game of Thrones (Jonerys), Once Upon A Time (Rumbelle), Star Wars (Anidala), Parks and Rec and many others. Find me on AO3. Author of Held Captive among other things.

I understand that she's Padme and so of course she'd have been bringing it in the wardrobe department regardless (because the girl is a Fashion Icon who wears prom hair and tiara to bed while pregnant with twins), and of course no one has to dress "for" someone else, but Attack of the Clones is so so so so SO funny to me because GIRL YOU DO NOT HAVE TO TRY THIS HARD. You do not need to change outfits every 2 hours. You did not need to showcase every backless or leather or sequined ensemble you HAD in the Padme Amidala Forbidden Seduction Collection. You can leave the complicated shoes and hairstyles out of the mix and just chill in some Lululemons or whatever for a change. Anakin is the absolute easiest sell EVER HERE. The boy is about to literally DIE of horniness and longing. He can barely string a coherent sentence together and he has -500% of an idea of what is going on, with anything. Also he himself only owns like, one outfit and a poncho.

I took that sugar cube as a child. I also remember the March of Dimes sign on the easel at many stores, all with dimes stuck on them.

I've told this story more than once, and I'm telling it again because it changed my life. When I was a kid I was terrified of needles, and hated getting all my shots. I was a sick kid with a lot of undiagnosed disabilities, and my gramp picked up on the anxiety I had and decided to talk to me about it. He offered to take me to get my flu shot for a christmas gift that year, and when I grumbled about getting a flu shot he said, "well, I had scarlet fever when I was your age. My parents didn't believe in doctors so I wasn't allowed to get my shots, and so I got very sick and almost died."

It stopped me in my tracks. I was 6. I had heard from adults my whole life that shots were important, but I didn't really understand the consequences of not getting them. I asked him to tell me why his parents didn't believe in doctors. He said he grew up out in the midwest on a farm, and his parents were "a type of christian" that believed people got sick because god wanted them to get sick, and going to the doctor was going against what god wanted. His parents were terrified of making god angry, which was something I could understand considering I was raised evangelical. But I was confused because he HADN'T died. I asked him how he'd made it this far if he had never been allowed to go to the doctor and he'd been so sick.

And he told me that when he turned 15 he'd run away from home, hopped on a train that took him all the way up to New York, and started asking door to door where he could get these new vaccines he'd heard about. Everyone told him the air force base was the place to go. He went in, asked around, and got his vaccines. At 16, he had his very first annual physical. Shortly after he met my gram, who was the telephone operator for the doctors office he went to every year for his checkups. And he told me as we sat there in the doctor's office that he was the ONLY person on both sides of his family to live past the age of 60.

I was both horrified and amazed. I went in, got my shot, and he held my hand and said he was proud of me because what I was doing was important. I was still very scared of needles, but it was easier to deal with the sore arm knowing I was keeping myself safe. He lived to be 90 years old, and he was proud to be the first person in his assisted living facility to be vaccinated for covid. When we went to visit him for his 90th birthday just before he died I asked him what he was proud of doing now that he was 90, and he said he was proud of living this long because as a child no one believed anyone could survive the things he could. He said he was perfectly happy to have married, had kids and grandkids, and eat his Applebees knowing he'd cheated death 15 times over.

An opinion piece I photographed from an 1860s small press periodical from Hartford Connecticut.

Get your fucking vaccinations.

🎶Don't be a statistic! We can't go back!🎵

don’t let anyone on this website call you cringe they literally have a tumblr account

What I love about this site is the fact it's the closest I've gotten to pre-2000 internet in years. No one knows anyone's real name, photos are entirely optional, and we're pretty sure at least one of our mutuals is 100% lying about everything. There's a reason it's one of the only social media sites I keep coming back to. It somehow manages to be just as horrible, enjoyable, and chaotic as 1990s chat rooms used to be.

The internet is a gentrified neighbourhood and we’re a stubborn old lady refusing to sell her run-down home to the developers.

Oh they already sold us to the developers and the developers went bankrupt trying to dislodge us.

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