Legitimate *pro bono legal services* don’t exist without a good reason. In a few of the exmormon groups I’m in you’ll see regular posts saying stuff like “Look what my lawyer sent me today!” with a pic of their resignation confirmation letter from the church.
You know. Just stuff that a normal average church that is definitely not actually a cult would do. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
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As an ex-mormon, I’m gonna look the fuck into this. I want nothing to do with the church that shaped so much toxicity about my self image and my sexual orientation.
Not sure if any followers need this but if you do, here you go.
Everyone should be able to choose their religious beliefs and community, and leave any that they find does not work for them.
Ex mormon here – this guy’s legit. The Mormon holds your files for eternity, and when they find out that you’ve moved to a new area, they will send members and missionaries from that region to harass you. I know this sounds like dystopic bullshit, but they followed my father through three moves before he rejoined the church.
oh my god, as living in Utah it is an absolute blessing(pun intended) to see this!
Sheev’s attempts to drag Anakin away from Obi-Wan is one of my most favorite things about Star Wars because a) it’s HILARIOUS and b) it says everything about their relationship right there and how important it was.
Obi-Wan’s presence in Anakin’s life was such a fundamental stabilizing force that of course Palpatine had to break it apart. He did absolutely everything he could to drive a wedge between them–sometimes successful, sometimes not. He would make little comments constantly about how, oh, I’m sure Master Kenobi cares for you, but does he really? or would put Obi-Wan in a position where he had to do his duty to go undercover to save the Chancellor and hurt Anakin doing it, or would just tell Anakin to leave his Master behind already because they had to escape this burning ship.
And, even after all the shit they’ve been through, when Palpatine looks at him all wide-eyed innocence and says, “Leave him, or we’ll never make it.” Anakin makes this incredible face:
THAT IS THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO HAS HAD AN ASS FULL OF SUGGESTING THEY LEAVE HIS BOYFRIEND BEHIND AND HE IS NOT GOING TO DO IT, TRY SUGGESTING IT ONE MORE FUCKING TIME, SHEEV, AND ANAKIN WILL LIGHTSABER YOU RIGHT IN THE FACE HE DOESN’T CARE IF YOU’RE THE CHANCELLOR OF THE GALAXY OR NOT.
adkjsas THAT FACE. is the best thing ive seen omg anakin’s just like usually Obi Wan is the only one suggesting i leave him behind AND I HAVE ENOUGH TROUBLE W THAT AS IT IS W/O U ADDING TO IT, CHANCELLOR.
ANAKIN IS SO FULL OF SALT IN THE FIRST HALF HOUR OF THE MOVIE IT’S SO GREAT.
He drops into the elevator, Obi-Wan almost lightsabers him to death, “Oh, it’s you.”
OMG MASTER HOW THE FUCK DID YOU NOT KNOW IT WAS ME? WTF.
And then Artoo is taking awhile to get into gear and help them:
NO COMMENTARY FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY, MASTER. >:|
AND THEN DOOKU STARTS SHIT TALKING HIM, TOO:
FINE. FINE. They deal with Dooku, get dropped down another elevator shaft, just barely escape the elevator hurtling a crushing death at them, then get stuck in the ray shields, where he councils patience and Obi-Wan is like “Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my former Padawan? You’re suggesting patience?”
This is Anakin Skywalker’s fucking life.
AND THAT’S NOT EVEN INCLUDING THE AMAZING FACE HE MAKES IN THE DELETED SCENE:
I LOVE EVERY INCH OF HIS FACES OKAY.
Anakin Skywalker is 1000% done with Everything.
Especially people that keep telling him to leave his boyfriend behind. That includes you, Obi-Wan.
“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?” “yeah” “whoa….those lucky artists ;)”
…buddy.
idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like. there’s at least ten people in the room and we’re all tired and covered in charcoal.
the dude in front who’s staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he’s almost out of paint. he is crying.
The ice burg being frozen solid because there are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS.
I was an artist’s model in uni since it paid better than any other student work position. Did a life drawing class one semester, despite it being an unheated old building in the winter evenings, because the instructor was a decent fellow who always had extra space heaters. So there I am one evening, exhausted from my team’s afternoon practice, but I’m in a comfortable position on a padded stool, ready to hold the position for like fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me, spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting places.
Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the hot-white of the spotlights, the massive drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by the instructor’s whispers and the scratch of charcoal on paper. Me, I’m just dozing, ‘cause my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old steampipes that never really got warm, and with the new extra-powered space heater alongside the others, that night was the warmest I’d been in a month. I dozed, basking in the glorious warmth.
And then I fell asleep.
And then I fell off the stool.
I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden platform, and looked up to see an entire ring of terrified and worried faces around me. Everyone had their hands up, ready to help me up, except no one had touched me. Naked chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all the men and women were suddenly acutely aware they couldn’t just grab a half-asleep dazed naked chick.
Fortunately someone had the bright idea to tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was quick to help me up.
After that, the instructor and students got used to taking turns talking to me, just to make sure I wasn’t dozing off. Which was weird, at first, because I’d done two semesters just being a silent prop, and now I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe completely unlike any other I’d modeled for, and it ended up one of my favorite modeling experiences.
postscript: months later, walking on campus with someone who’d eventually become my spouse, we passed some guys on the main path. One of them stopped, peered at me, and then said hello, excitedly, saying, “sorry, I didn’t recognize you, I’ve never seen you with your clothes on!”
The Archery Range 