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Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker receives a group reprimand from the Jedi High Council via video call while in the middle of a military campaign on a distant planet:

pov: you’re anakin skywalker

This is sooo beatiful!!

NOTHING LIKE THIS FEELING BABY (now that i found you)

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Como fanficter ves que muchos de los desarrollos o finales de tus series/ películas/ libros/ mangas favoritos son muy diferentes a lo que tu pensabas o querías que pasaran y simplemente tienes que sobrevivir con ello e intentar escribir algo que te consuele  

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Ha pasado un año, tal vez no maravilloso, tal vez no horrible, fue normal. En verdad no sé cómo expresar esto. Este año lloré, sufrí, el abismo casi me tragaba en varias ocasiones. Pero también rei a carcajadas, sonreí al sol, me enamoré, y fui feliz. Solo espero que este año sea más lindo.

-YueSainte-

You Don't Have Immunity Debt

Pass it on.

You know how sometimes you catch someone in a lie, and so they tell an even bigger lie to try and cover up the first lie they told?

Well, that’s happening right now.

Last winter, a handful of celebrity doctors went on mainstream news networks to assure us that Omicron was “mild.” They carpet-bombed us with articles and tweets, doing their best to brainwash everyone.

They were wrong.

In the end, real science junked that idea. An article in the Journal of the American Medical Association showed that Omicron killed more people than previous variants, even when adjusting for other factors. Another study by doctors at Massachusetts General and Harvard Medical found that Omicron was just as deadly. In fact, “the risks of hospitalization and mortality were nearly identical.” As it turns out, the entire idea of “mild” Omicron was based on an old, flawed idea known as the law of declining virulence, developed by a doctor who was studying tick-borne disease in cows. It was debunked decades ago.

Most epidemiologists know that viruses don’t magically evolve to become milder. Virus evolution is random and chaotic.

In some cases, viruses evolve to become more deadly.

A handful of actual scientists tried to explain all this last winter, including disease experts at Johns Hopkins. A handful of other established experts spoke out against this myth. As a microbiologist at Penn State told Politifact, “You can’t just say it’s going to become nicer.” They were largely ignored, because everyone already sort of believed the misinformation. If they knew it was based on a study about cows, they probably would’ve thought twice.

This year, the makers of “it’s mild” are back.

They’re selling “immunity debt.”

We should be skeptical.

Schools and daycares are sending letters home to parents talking about this “immunity debt.” They’re saying that healthy children are getting sicker, even dying, because they weren’t exposed to enough germs over the last two years. Newspapers and TV stations across the country are running with it, proposing it as a “possible reason” for this year’s explosion in pediatric hospitalizations. Meanwhile, major medical organizations have sent a letter to President Biden urging him to declare an emergency over an “alarming surge of pediatric hospitalizations” due to a range of respiratory viruses, including Covid.

A lot of people are drinking the “immunity debt” kool-aid.

After all, Americans have believed for generations that getting sick is “good for you.” We think our immune system behaves like a muscle. We worry that if we’re not giving it a workout, we’ll get weak.

It’s a myth, just like the law of declining virulence.

Here’s why.

Esto es vida!!!

“Hola, Temo, bienvenido a este momento, nuestro momento. Después de tanto tiempo, Temo, ya no puedo esperar un segundo más. Sabes que no soy bueno con las palabras, quiero que la música hable por mí, la música siempre habla con el corazón y…”

“… Y el corazón nunca se equivoca.”

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.