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STAR WARS CELEBRATION 2020 ART SHOW | Be With Me

“In my work, I frequently reference iconic moments from the Star Wars universe and reimagine them in new ways to present them from a different perspective, such as the ‘Rey’s Abduction’ and ‘Mourning for Padmé’ illustrations that I created for previous Star Wars Celebrations. Continuing this tradition, I thought this time around it would be interesting to tackle the scene from Rise of Skywalker in which Rey is training on the jungle moon of Ajan Kloss. Rey repeats ‘Be with me’ over and over as she floats above the ground, inviting the Jedi of the past to speak to her. Frustrated, she feels as though she might never be able to hear their voices. But as Jedi Master Luke Skywalker had once said, ‘No one’s ever really gone,’ and even though Rey was not aware of it, I believe she had never truly been alone. A thousand generations of Jedi lived within her, watching over her and guiding her. Rey was able to draw upon their wisdom, bravery, and strength, and ultimately summoned the courage to face her destiny.” — Erik Maell

Legit, without the fanfic writers I would not have been able to go through my puberty and adolescence due to the anxiety and depression that plagued me. Even now as an adult I can't go through this stage without the fics, so thank you very much for helping me maintain a little more stable emotional and mental health

Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!

Whether it's published or not, no matter how many notes/hits it has, or what fandom/ship/AU it's for, every fic makes the fandom experience more pleasant and more creative and engaging - and, frankly, it makes people happy!

So, thank you to all writers who are taking the time and putting in the effort to share stories and, well, share love <3

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Nyoko tuvo que descubrir de la peor forma que había oscuros secretos detrás de su concepción. Ahora ella tendrá que luc...

Esta es mi otra historia que actualmente tiene más capítulos que el otro espero también les guste y que puedan leerla

This is sooo cute

I’m SO sorry this took too long, but I guess better late than never, right? HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @novamirmirsblog !!!!!!!!

Your SPIDEY DUO series is something we can all agree, and it’s that we were ROBBED! It is adorable and wholesome! I wish we could’ve seen them in action together in the films. Oh well. I hope you take this as a form of appreciation for the content. I hope the shirts is what you’d imagine they would be. Go check out the blog you guys if you want your hearts to burst of joy! Here is where you can read the part this post is based on: SPIDEY DUO PART 4

TIL that the reason lead levels in children’s blood have dropped 85% in the past thirty years is because of an unknown scientist who fought car companies to end leaded gasoline. He also removed it from paint, suggested its removal from pipes, and campaigned for the removal of lead solder from cans.

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Oye, ¿que tal estas? ¿has comido bien? ¿has tenido buenos sueños?

A veces es mejor ofrecer consuelo en vez de usar frivolidades

It’s very beatiful and sadness

Stay Alive

“Where’s the kid?!” Tony doesn’t bother keeping his voice low as he barges into the room of the medbay. Nurses murmur and try to speak to him, but all he could see was Peter. Peter lying flat on the bed, hands gripping his chest where the white bandages wrap tightly. What hurts more is that he’s not even Spider-Man. He’s just Peter Parker.

Tony doesn’t snap back until Stephen Strange steps in front of him.

“Tony, you need to calm down. You can see him but–”

“Is he going to make it?” Tony interrupts, trying to move forward but is caught by the arm.

“Tony.” Strange says in a low voice. He looks Tony dead in the eye, and he can see the apology in them. “Tony, I did everything I could, but he was already infected when he got here. His healing factor is trying to kick in, but if it doesn’t heal soon…”

Tony sucks in a shallow breath, fighting his brain, because there was no way he was watching his kid die today. No way he was watching this stupidly brave kid bleed out from a gunshot wound because he was too much of a hero. Nope. Not today.

He finally shakes Stephen off, and the multiple nurses scurry away like a flock of birds. He makes it to the hospital bed, and watches as Peter takes shallow breaths.

“Peter?” Tony coos as he takes a knee at his side. Peter stirs, groaning softly as he turns to face him.

“Tony.” Peter responds tearfully. “Tony, I didn’t–I didn’t mean–”

“Shh, Petey. I know.” Tony brushes his curls away from his face. “Save your strength, little man.”

“He–He was gonna kill that k-kid.” Peter explains, cough hashly and sucking in chipped breaths. “He was so s-scared.” Tony doesn’t know who shot his kid, but they sure as hell aren’t getting away with it.

“You did good, kid. You did so good.” Tony cups his face gently. “Just stay alive.”

Tony moved to cradle the kid’s head as he listened to the faint beeping of the heart monitor. Peter gripped Tony’s arm with cold hands, gasping tearful apologies and whimpers of pain.

“Peter!” May’s voice echoes off the walls of the room. She’s crying openly as she rushes next to Tony, holding Peter’s other hand tightly. “Peter, baby, what happened?”

Peter moves his hand to cup her face, as if it was the last thing he was ever going to see.

“May–May, I’m-I’m sorry.” He bites out, wincing.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay.” She says back, and Tony puts an arm around her. Peter pulls them both closer.

“It–It hurts. I need–need it to stop.” Peter cries. May moves up and kisses his forehead.

“Everything will be okay, baby. Just stay with us.” Her voice is clogged with tears. Tony’s start to fall.

“I love you.” Peter whispers. His voice is unusually stoical. He looks at May, then Tony. It’s meant for him too.

Time goes into slow-motion.

It feels like he’s watching from far away, but he’s right there.

His hands go limp; his left one falls from May’s face, his right goes slack in Tony’s.

His head rolls back despite Tony keeping it up-right. The beeping fades into a flat-line but it’s all white noise.

Someone is screaming. It’s May.

Someone is shouting “no.” It’s himself.

May grips her…son with such vigor, like he’s a lifeline. Goddammit, he’s all that woman had left.

People are pulling them away, and he fights so hard to keep Peter in his arms, but it’s no use. Whoever it was (Strange?) knows what they’re doing. Pepper has her arms wrapped around May, who hasn’t stopped screaming. Tony finds himself with Rhodey (when the hell did he get here?), on the floor. He can feel it in his chest that he’s shouting but he can’t hear it.

It’s all fuzz.

His boy is gone.

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

Memes

Leer fics fluffy le hizo mucho daño a mi tolerancia al dolor