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*The Squad is at Home Depot* fives: *Fell in the cacti display while wandering around the garden section* hardcase: *Shitting in the display toilets* echo: *Tokyo Drifting one of those flatbed carts down the aisles* jesse: *Stealing paint chips for aesthetic purposes* rex: *Just wanted some goddamn lightbulbs and everyone ruined it* anakin: *In the car sleeping*

Eldest daughters, arent you tired of de escalating? Dont you just wanna go ape shit?

already tired of seeing people say "wow so now the armorer decides that there can be more than one Way 🙄 she casted din out of the covert and made him go through all that for nothing" y'all could not have misunderstood the armorer more. choosing to follow bo-katan is her way of making a statement. the children of the watch separated themselves from the rest of mandalore and have been an isolated group ever since. they follow their creed strictly and believe that real mandalorians never show their face. but following bo-katan is supposed to symbolize a new era for them. the armorer has accepted that if they really want to revive mandalore then all mandalorians have to be a united front and this means being open minded to the way others live.

this development doesn't mean that their creed is all of a sudden void. din didn't atone "for nothing" tcotw will most likely still follow their creed the way they always have. never showing their face isn't a nuisance or a consequence, it's just their way of life. din risked his life to bathe in the living waters because he wanted to. his creed is sacred to him. he wasn't just labeled an apostate he also felt like one. he atoned for himself. he genuinely values and believes in his creed.

i think that allowing bo-katan to lead them shows immense growth. learning that they can maintain their own beliefs while still being accepting of others is a huge step. i think its important that they're realizing that not being a child of the watch doesn't make you less of a mandalorian.

Just casually bringing this back....

I am so happy that Ahmed Best is appearing in this series!

And how cool is he?

I think I'm in love whit Kelleran Beq *__*

recently rewatched the finale of TCW (youchie) and man….. I love her ……. I Love Her!!!!

I thought Din got dragged down by something in the living waters at first but no this dumbass really just walked into water of unknown depth in full armor and sank like a rock.

Breaking The Male Code: After Steubenville, A Call To Action

 (Left to Right): Peter Buffett, Jimmie Briggs, Joe Ehrmann, Tony Porter,  Dave Zirin and Moderator Eve Ensler.

Thank you Sean Evans for not even going near the "daddy" topic on Hot Ones! 🙌

I love the Hot Ones interviews for the fact that the questions are always so unique and insightful. Giving Pedro the space to talk about his life and his work without jumping on the "daddy" bandwagon is so refreshing.

Sean always makes his interviewees feel comfortable and open, and in comparison to the awkwardness of some of Pedro's recent red carpet chats, this was a nice thing to watch.

Thursday Thoughts: Israel Story

“I honestly think that it’s adorable that you actually believe these children’s stories. But there is nothing magic about the waters.”

“Without the Creed, what are we? What do we stand for? Our people are scattered like stars in the galaxy. The Creed is how we survived.”

-Bo-Katan Kryze and Din Djarin, The Mandalorian Chapter 18: The Mines of Mandalore

When I was thirteen, my grandparents took the family on a big anniversary trip to Israel.

As a Jewish American kid in the early 2000s, growing up where there weren’t a lot of other Jews and spending my summers at Reform Jewish summer camp, I was told a lot of things about Israel. The big thing was always that Israel was important – that it was our home. That I should go there, and that when I went there, I would have an amazing feeling of connection, and I would know that it was my home.

So, as a recent bat mitzvah, I was excited about this trip. I was ready to go to Israel and have my big moment of feeling connected with the world.

I remember standing in the airport in Tel Aviv, minutes after stepping off the plane, and asking my dad, “When does it start to feel like Israel?”

Because it didn’t feel like Israel. It felt like an airport.

And then we stepped out into Tel Aviv, and rode around on a bus, and it felt like a city. I’d been to cities before. It was cool to see the street signs and graffiti were in Hebrew and Arabic just as much as they were in English, but it was a city.

Over the course of our trip, we went everywhere we could possibly go. We floated in the Dead Sea. We climbed Mount Masada. We saw the archaeological sites at Megiddo. We went to Caesarea, and Ein Gedi, and Yad Vashem, and Tzfat. We rode camels, we ate falafel, we learned just how unbreakable Druze glass is.

And, again, it was cool. I enjoyed the trip. It was beautiful everywhere we went, and we were surrounded by history everywhere we went. I remember thinking that the dust of history was gathering in my boots, because this is a place where people have lived for as long as there have been people.

But I kept waiting for it to feel like Israel – to have that big magical moment of connection that everyone said I would have – and it just wasn’t happening.

Then, we went to Jerusalem. And I thought, “Okay, here it is. This is where I’m going to have my big moment.” We went to the Western Wall, the last remaining piece of the platform that surrounded the ancient temple, the holiest place any Jew could visit in the world. I saw people there, pressed against the wall, eyes shut, in fervent prayer, clearly feeling something amazing. I walked up through the crowd in the small women’s section of the wall. I found enough space to reach forward, and I put my hand on the wall.

It felt like rock.

I remember thinking, “What is wrong with me, that all I feel is rock? Where is the connection I’m supposed to feel?”

And then, on our last day of the trip, we went to the Diaspora Museum (Beit Hatfutsot, now called the Museum of the Jewish People). It’s all about the Jewish people – our exile from that part of the world, and all our journeys since then. I’d never seen such a comprehensive look at the diversity and history of Judaism before. I’d certainly never been to a museum before that provided such an honest critique of the United States – it’s where I first learned about the SS St. Louis.

There was one room in the museum that caught my attention. I don’t know if it was a permanent installment or a temporary exhibit; I haven’t been back there since. In the room, there was a screen on the wall, rotating through pictures in a slideshow. Some of them were drawings, while others were photographs. All of the pictures were of the insides of people’s houses – their kitchens and dining rooms. Each picture was labeled with a place and a time. This was Poland, this was Spain. This was the fifteenth, eighteenth, twentieth century.

These pictures were from all across the world and all across history. And, in every picture, three items were circled in red: the challah loaf, the kiddush cup, and the Shabbat candlesticks.

As I stood there, watching these pictures, it hit me – slowly, and then all at once – that I had those things in my house. I was connected to every single place, and every single time, all across the world, all across history.

That was it. That was my moment, the completely mind-blowing and earth-shattering realization. That connection through tradition – that’s what it meant to be a Jew. I felt then a supreme sense of belonging, of being grounded, of being a part of something so much bigger than myself – something that mattered, something that was made of love, something that could never die. That realization has stuck with me ever since.

I told this story on TikTok on Tuesday. On Wednesday, Chapter 18 of The Mandalorian aired, and I marveled at the serendipity. I’ve talked here before about the connections I’ve noticed between the Mandalorians as depicted in this series and Judaism. We too were scattered. Our holy sites were destroyed. We are diverse, and disparate, and faced with the question of what to do now, in a world that hates us, hurts us, and demands that we too become hateful and hurtful. And we are united – we are grounded – we are able to survive because of the stories, the traditions, the rituals at the heart of our people.

din djarin just accidentally becoming acquainted with every single fucking person in the galaxy will never not be funny

somebody write a joel x reader fic where reader had been taking care of ellie since she was a baby (maybe even was her stepmom for a while??? before she was born anyway) for like a solid decade but they got seperated and then when ellie meets joel they’re interrupted by reader being like "oh my god!!!! look at you!!!"

and ellie’s like so happy to see her but also like "girl calm down…i need to look tough….don’t squish my cheeks i swear to god" or i’ll do it goddamn it

America, do you know what a salad is?

reblog this if you’re jewish or your blog is a safe space for jewish people

in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.

LNC: Cassian Andor edition [insp]

Endless TLOU

THE LAST OF US Game vs. Tv Show | S01E02 - Infected

# 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

DAD® mode activated

people who don’t like x reader because they’re like “i wouldn’t do that” are so strange to me…… like don’t you want to be somebody else for a bit? somebody more fun? somebody naive? somebody smarter? somebody who makes worse decisions? better decisions? i love zoning out and being a whole new person like yes i AM a milf with a rich neglectful husband actually

㋡🥀

impossible houses..

Oscar Isaac