There Are Two Kinds Of People…

yall with adhd or autism or such ever just get…. bored. like so Painfully bored. like its not “oh hehe i was so bored and i made this” to flex or “oh im so bored bc i have nothing to do” but like a “i am physically incapable of ending this horrible understimulation with any activity i might attempt” and its genuinely fucking painful

The struggle is real (x)

In Clones we trust

After Melida/Daan, Obi Wan learned to distrust the Healers. His time with the Young had left him distrustful of adults in general, but then several of the temple bound healer trainees react badly to the scars he earned in various battles (in their defense much of the reactions was horror at scars that should have been easily treated, Obi Wan simply ascribed the worst possible meaning to their reactions). This is compounded when, over the course of decades, almost all the healers found time to lecture Obi Wan on his self care habits (of which he has none), but without actually giving him any support to figure out what healthy habits are (Look, Obi Wan hasn’t felt safe to fall fully into sleep since he was in the sewers with Cerasi and Nield to watch his back. Telling him to get more sleep is true but not helpful).

Then the Clone Wars arrived.  Obi Wan was handed a Battalion. At the first available opportunity the head medic, Med, makes a point to sit down with Obi Wan. He knows that the Force gives his General the ability to do things that Med would consider insane and impossible.  He wants to get a baseline so that can make sure he can treat Obi Wan correctly.  And Obi Wan may not trust healers, but Medics were different.  Med gets his scans. It helps that Obi Wan quickly learned to trust the troopers, his men.

Med talks to Obi Wan about what exactly he can use the Force for, what he can heal in himself. When it would be realistic for Med to step in. What the effects of various types of suppressants would be with Obi Wan using the Force to take care of basic needs and what to do if he gets dosed.  Because Med’s every step focused on what Obi Wan’s reality actually is instead of what he wanted it to be, Obi Wan is much more likely to go to Medical and let himself be treated. 

Sometime later he sits down with Obi Wan, and Cody (with Obi Wan’s permission), and briefly goes over what Cortisol, the stress hormone is, what it does to a body in the long term, and healthy vs unhealthy levels.  He shows Obi Wan his cortisol level, which is in dangerously high territory, even with the Force.  Med goes, “In a perfect world I would want your numbers to be a quarter what it is, but in a perfect world I wouldn't be patching my brothers to go back to battle.” and “Based on the scans we’ve taken if you can get two more hours of sleep per week, your cortisol levels should drop below the extremely damaging point. If you can do that and get one more hour of something you find relaxing every three days it should drop those levels into a high healthy.”

This, more than anything, was something Obi Wan had not been given by the healers. The temple healers focused on getting someone healthy, but often got too caught up in how to heal to think about what the patient thinks healthy should look like.  And Obi Wan might not know how to get something as nebulous as ‘more sleep’, but something concrete such as two more hours of sleep per week is a goal he can accomplish (It made him want to try ).

Every time I see Lana I say very quietly to myself “Let’s go lesbians”

Everybody talks about children of divorced parents but let's talk about the true soldiers. Children of "will you pls get a fucking divorce" parents

The Dark Trio

((Based off this text post))

Harry was sweet to Hagrid, he actually liked him more then he liked most people, however when Harry and Hagrid parted at King’s Cross, Harry felt like most of the kids there with their families and their happy goodbyes weren’t for him. Harry dragged his trunk aboard and found a compartment. About 5 minutes later the boy from the robes shop entered, the one with the blonde hair and the sharp nose. He sat and slowly a couple bigger boys entered and a girl with sharp facial features and dark hair. He learnt the boys were Crabbe and Goyle, and the girl was Pansy, the boy from the robe shop he knew was Draco Malfoy. 

He learn’t a lot about Hogwarts, how they all wanted Slytherin, it was noble and that’s where the ambitious and cunning belonged. Harry liked the sound of that.

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The sorting hat took a minute to place Harry, however he was so excited about Slytherin, and the hat could see it would make him great, so moments later it shouted out “SLYTHERIN!”

Harry joined his new friends to watch the rest of the sorting, across from him was another girl, Hermione Granger, who caused quite the scene when she was sorted Slytherin, Harry would soon find out it was because she was Muggleborn. The other surprise came when Ron Weasley was sorted Slytherin, the other Weasleys, a blood traitor family, were Gryffindors, for centuries. 

They all ended up being friends and dorm mates, it didn’t take long for Harry, Ron and Hermione to become close as they were the outcasts, since Harry was technically from a blood traitor family and was raised by muggles. 

Hermione was the brightest witch of her age and it only took 3 untraceable poisons slipped into peoples pumpkin juice and a handful of painful curses for the Slytherins to stop bullying muggle born’s half-blood’s and blood traitors, because Hermione knew the dark, forbidden magic.She also knew not to get caught. The teachers all adored smart, clever Hermione, Snape however kept a close eye on her enjoyment of the restricted section. Noting all the dark magic that must be floating around her bright head. 

Ron wanted desperately to get out of his family’s shadow, Ron had a dark way about him he always thought about the most traumatic, painful and long lasting ways to hex and get back at people. Harry often had to reign in his mates mind and thoughts. Ron casted his first dark spell, the power of it left them unable to speak about it, they were all blown away by the power held in this little group.

Harry had the drive to be great, admired, the want to be free and the thick skin.

Hermione had the knowledge, the need to change the world and was just mad enough to do it.

Ron had the power and little conscience.

The Wizarding World didn’t notice Quirell was found in a dungeon no sign of trauma but undoubtedly dead. When Lockhart was found in his study, hanging sideways from his chair a goblet on the floor. No one knows about Snape finding the trio walking away from the forbidden forest and the body of a man named Peter who is bloodied with gashes from the darkest and most painful of magic, Ron’s hands soaked with blood inside his pockets. The remains of Umbridge turn even the most experienced aurors away, and that one made Hermione a bit mad, the magic she used was dark and the torture maddening.

By the time Voldemort rises to power the trio have killed, hexed and poisoned their way to the top. They don’t need a school full of loyal students, or an ill advised head master. He faces a bright young witch, with untamed hair and a sheen to her eye that gives her the look of being mad, which she totally is. A wizard who prefers blood, and pain to clean lethal spells and can manipulate people, using any means necessary and a boy, broken and ambitious enough for the lot of them who has won their loyalty and keeps them going.

Together they defeat Voldemort, and no one innocent dies. 

(Elliot catches Alex trying to look good for Liv)

"Thanks." Elliot ended his fourth phone call. Another dead end with no luck. Hopefully Olivia was faring better with the victim. It was the last lead they had.

He groaned at the ache in his bladder. "Gotta piss." He said to himself and walked out of the squadroom with a stretch. He stepped into the hallway and stopped in his tracks at an unexpected sight.

Fixing her lipstick in the reflection of the office's framed "INTEGRITY" poster was none other than their A.D.A. She stood alone in the hall (or so she thought), fluffing her hair to the perfect point and combing it away from her eyes.

His brow raised as she took off her glasses and stowed them in her bag, tousling her hair a little more with both hands. She looked down her black shirt and tugged a button out of its hole, widening the collar just a bit.

"Liv's not here." He sucked in a smile as Alex snapped out of her makeup session and whipped around to him.

She recomposed herself with a clear of her throat but her words took a second to come. "...A-And?"

Elliot stuck his hands in his pockets but stayed quiet.

"I was fixing my collar."

"Okay."

Alex took a breath. "Well, do you guys have any new leads for me? I'm running dry and court's in a few days."

"Liv's finishing up with the victim."

Elliot's cellphone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket.

"Look at that."

He read a message.

"Look at what?" Alex said walking to him.

"My partner worked her magic again. Victim's agreed to testify."

"Seriously? Tell her I owe her."

Elliot typed and dictated out loud as he went. "Alex says she owes you...dinner at her place--"

"What?! Elliot stop joking."

"Whoops...my thumb slipped."

Their gazes met and Alex paled. "You did not."

*bing*

"Let me see it." Alex snatched the phone from Elliot's hand. On the screen one word, 'Huh?'

Alex skimmed through the previous messages in disbelief. "Oh my God." She said and tugged at her collar to relieve the sauna starting under her shirt. She breathed and hastily typed a message. "Alex did not say that, your partner is being an asshole." She readily hit send and threw Elliot a disapproving glance.

*bing*

'Oh, that's too bad. I'm hungry.'

Her eyes widened a little at the reponse. She cursed under her breath and put a hand over her eyes. "What have you done?"

"She likes Italian." Elliot said knowingly and Alex met his gaze with a furrow in her brow. She thought for a second then typed a response.

'Rossini's?'

*bing*

'Sounds great. I'm almost back. Tell my asshole partner he'll be filing today's report.'

Alex smiled. "Olivia wants you to know you're filing today's report."

Elliot gave a "so what" shrug and started down the hall. "Keep the glasses. She likes 'em."

Alex clenched her jaw, still holding Elliot's phone in her hand.

I thought that was adorable!

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Track: ‘Warriors’ - Imagine Dragons

Ponds didn’t consider he would ever be able to use a lightsaber, but Mace Windu seemed to think otherwise as he pushed it into Pond’s hand.

“Sir I can’t! I won’t be able to help them, I-I-”

“Commander Ponds,” Mace stated, leaving no room for an argument as he crushed a droid's head with the Force alone. “You have lived through everything, stood by my side every step of the way and then some, and have been faithful to your brothers from the beginning.” Mace forced two droids to turn on each other as they fired, Ponds taking a few shots behind the Jedi to cover his back. “The force is calling for you to continue being you, to continue being someone I am proud to call my friend. Don’t let that last shred of fear and doubt convince you that you, or any of your brothers, are anything but men worth living for!”

Ponds spun back and met Mace Windu's hard gaze, the world crashing to a halt. It was a familiar look, one that spoke of a wisdom and assuredness, and drove what he had said to the center of Ponds very soul. Before him was a man who people had doubted, who had walked the edge of hatred and managed to hang on to his beliefs. Someone who would risk everything he was to give another the chance to become who they needed to be.

Exactly like he was doing now.

The weight of the saber suddenly became lighter, and Ponds found himself breathing steady as he raised the hilt between them. Something within himself began burning under Windu's stare, something that guided his movements to ignite the weapon. And as they were bathed in the iconic purple light, Ponds didn’t feel anything but faith. Faith in the saber, faith in his Jedi, and faith in his brothers. And as he lowered it, Windu now wore the faintest of smiles. 

“Don’t forget we have a sabacc rematch soon, Commander.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sir," Ponds promised.

Ahhh!!! Anxiety and add nervous energy from this quarantine and not wanting to actually go into work tomorrow (my boss still isn’t letting me work from home yet) all leads to insomnia!!