Author: kirkwallhellmouth

Have decided that I will be wearing a tie to the job fair type thing that’s part of my internship.

Because I want whoever is there to know who I am. And if they won’t consider me with the tie, I wouldn’t want to work for them anyway.

The below gif is an accurate representation of my brain at the moment, because I decided to take steps towards completing something that is not required, but is still a good thing, instead of working on things that are due Monday. And I’m…just kind of laughing at myself.

payroo:

The holo was just one of many out of the stack Finn had taken from the Resistance records storeroom to supplement his thus far rather one-sided historical education, but his eyes were drawn as if by tractor beam to the tiny lettering printed on the side.

CT-7567 – that sounded like a stormtrooper designation. And below that – CC-2224. CT-5555.

Clone troopers. To hear the First Order tell it, they had been an ideal to strive towards and ultimately exceed, the perfect soldiers who had ushered in the Empire thanks to their absolute obedience and uniformity.

But when Finn booted up the holo, he saw the faces of individual men, and to his surprise, names. Rex. Cody. Fives. Echo. Tup. Kix. Jesse. The list ran on and on. He saw a dizzying range of tattoos, elaborate painted designs on armor, intricate patterns shaved into hair – even the tilt of one clone’s eyebrows set him apart from the furrow of his brother’s, a playful twist of the lips here against a harder line of determination there.

Finn didn’t know how many hours passed as he sat riveted by the holo-record. Despite the cruel circumstances of their creation, the clones had risen above being the emotionless tools they were intended as, had minds and hearts that refused to be reduced to mere organs. One had even come close to unmasking the vast conspiracy behind the rise of Palpatine. A pawn, rising against the chessmaster. And though the clone, no, the man (Fives, Finn burned the name deep into his memory) had ultimately failed, reading about how he defied everything he knew so he could fight for what was right set something to steel in Finn’s chest.

He raised his fingers to pass through the projection, as if he could absorb it into his very self like the tattoos that marked so many of the men. Finn would not let those names be forgotten.

Things I Want In My Future:

  • Tattoos (which I keep getting more ideas for, lol)
  • Breast reduction. Or removal. I feel like I might still hate whatever was there even if I could get it down to an A cup. Also considering not having them put the nipples back on, since the most common surgery they do for diabetics (and smokers) leaves you with a nipple that is not connected to anything anyway, and I personally have very little use for mine anyway, and without them I would never have to worry about them showing through clothes. However, I am not touching dealing with how various and sundry relatives/some people I know might react to the No More Boobs option.
  • DOG. Possibly boxer mix. Something mediumish large.
  • CAT.
  • A job. Obviously.
  • A house of some sort.
  • Less anxiety and depression, hopefully.
  • More Local-to-Me Friends than I have right now. Which would certainly be easier if the anxiety and depression can lessen.

Don’t vote for a lizard thing in Tumblr’s April Fool’s thing.

The blasted “Election Theme” takes over your dash >|

Edit: Finally found the “Opt Out” button.

Seriously, do not vote for lizards. It’s not fun; don’t do it.