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am i allowed to be here still? 

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i really need to work on drafts but at the same time i really need to shower and i’m dying 

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                    - stillsolo

It’s kind of been in equal shares since he’s moved to Coruscant city.  The fact that he’s an hour’s drive away from bustling New York and a mere ferry ride away from the largest, most successful starport this side of planet Earth has ever seen; it’s always balanced without fail.  That being Solo’s sentiments toward his apartment complex, that is.  For it either lands in a perfect equilibrium or his monumental measure of unmitigated hatred rises to subdue what little tolerance he’s ever managed to gather since purchasing this flat, thoroughly savage as it lays waste to his backhand reassurances that this place is worth it and that it was cheap, especially the down payment.  Often lasting until something, usually, anything, comes along to distract him from setting his apartment complex ablaze.     Rationality.  It’s rationality.            ( But rationality only returns on a good day ). Otherwise, it’s merely an incessantly tottering scale.  For example, today; Han woke up to warm sheets and a stabilized room temperature, hadn’t been at all the norm seeing that his thermostat favors altering his temperature whenever he’s asleep or at work, temps fluctuating as badly as his godsdamned sanity did whenever he’d gotten a maintenance call that it had gone off the deep end and raised his bill until it hit his dusty ass ceiling.  Henceforth, with a sense of equilibrium already having been granted for the day, Han can have safe faith that today won’t fuck him up the ass since that’s honestly upwards of what Han Solo’s roll of dice resulted in every single time. So the odds are against him.             But Solo never likes to hear it.                                    … …  // @calrissism                                    ���You don’t want that, pal.  Trust me.❞  Han persuasively cants his head toward a row of glazed almond bread instead, away from the red fruit tarts.  Hazel eyes then dart from the handsome stranger’s questioning gaze back down to the glistening pastries pointedly.

❝Cloudberries are out of season.  Those fruit tarts’ll give ya a cavity.❞  The smell of stimkaf burns at his nostrils still sensitive from the blistering snow outside the java shop.  ❝I’d put money on you likin’ the fringe cake more.  Or the almond bread.❞  More than self-confident, Han grabs the tongs from the selection area and sets one of each on the man’s tray — Lando, that’s what he believes his name is — then his own tray, and a lopsided grin pulls his lips.  Albeit distantly, Han remembers him.  The man’s face doesn’t seem to blend with all the others as they so customarily do, his work the reason why.  ❝If you don’t like it, it’s on me.❞

He's definitely over it.              And by it, Lando means the entirety of his life right now. 

       Ever since moving out here and trying to make it big he's hit nothing but flops and broken promises from his so called friends and their damn promises that his investments would be worth it.                                                                           (They weren't. They never were.) He's working on getting out of his debt now; only a few more weeks (and no, he hasn't been saying that for almost a year)  and he'll have hit it big and then he can really move onward. He can be that big successful man he’s always wanted to be. Lando Calrissian is going to make his family proud of him. He’s going to be showered in riches and whatnot.                He can feel it. It's just around the corner. But right now, all Lando wants is something to eat, because he's starving and it's putting him in a rotten mood. The rotten mood was making it hard for him to keep his positivity at it's normal level.Eyes glance downwards, and he notes that the red hues in that fruit tart sitting on the trays seem to be an interesting way to calm his hunger. He almost reaches for it. Almost.

But he doesn't, because his movements are interrupted by someone telling him that he doesn't want it. Which doesn't make any sense to him, because he's hungry and they seem like they'd do the trick.         “HM?”             He hums, with a brow raised in question. The other (Gods, what was his name again? Come on, Calrissian, you know this name. You've seen him before. You're great with names...) gentleman goes on to explain his reasoning.

 Lando tips his head with a shrug, a chuckled "Oh. Right." following the explanation. He couldn't risk a cavity - he doesn't have dental insurance yet. Hell, he doesn't have any insurance yet. 

"Well...." he draws the word out slowly as he slides the tray backwards slightly, turning just a bit to now face Solo (That’s right, that’s what his name was! Lando mentally applauds himself for remembering.)  “Would it be unfair of me to say that I already hate it?” 

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| hey friends :) i just thought i would let you guys know on this account that the internet in my current residence is horribly un-reliable & I’ve been logged into another account on mobile for the time being, so if you need to reach me you can do so via skype! I’ve posted a drop HERE if you guys want to chat! I should be back to my regular-sh hours here by the 7th of January.  Thank you guys for being so cool and understanding. I’ll still be able to pop in here and there when I get a free minute and the internet isn’t horrible, so replies won’t be all put off.

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| hey friends :) i just thought i would let you guys know on this account that the internet in my current residence is horribly un-reliable & I’ve been logged into another account on mobile for the time being, so if you need to reach me you can do so via skype! I’ve posted a drop HERE if you guys want to chat! I should be back to my regular-sh hours here by the 7th of January.  Thank you guys for being so cool and understanding. I’ll still be able to pop in here and there when I get a free minute and the internet isn’t horrible, so replies won’t be all put off.

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“Why does he succeed? He has a plan. Sounds stupid, but not many people have one.” (Talking about Vader)

               history professor speaks meme.

Lando nods slowly as he takes the words in stride. Plans. Those were things that Lando thought he was EXCEPTIONALLY good at. It was rare that his plans didn't end in success ( when HE was asked, of course. Others would strongly disagree. ) So the words Luke was speaking, those were words that Lando could understand and relate to. In fact, he's even wondering why he didn't put the connection together himself.      but the more he listens, the more that Lando feels like the kid may have been accepting defeat early. To Lando, it was sounding like Luke was accepting that Vader and the Empire would be reigning over the and success for the Alliance would't be achieved.  

Sure, he's only know Luke Skywalker for a short time, and based on the stories he has heard, he's fairly certain that it's been when the other has been at his lowest; but there's a large amount of confusion swimming through Lando regardless. Even with the kid having had some bad experiences in this war, he ALWAYS seemed to be continuing the fight.                         Perhaps, you're reading into this wrong. It wouldn't be the first time.

                    "That's true." Lando agrees with one final nod, a small smile turning at his lips "We just need to find a BETTER plan."

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                                we CANNOT let a thousand years of democracy disappear…. 

                                   WITHOUT A FIGHT. 

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"Landon't"

“I’m having flashbacks to my childhood.” 

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“Look, I know this plan is a little- risky, to say the least, but we can’t let Han be Jabba’s decoration forever”, she paused, her words sounding more like she just wanted him back because she liked him, “He’s a great asset to the Alliance.”

It had almost been a year since Han had been frozen in carbonite, the Rebellion hadn’t had time to strategize a full blown rescue due to dealing with the Empire and replenishing their artillery.

“It’s the only chance we have right now”, her eyes pleading Lando to put his faith in this mission. Leia just knew they could pull it off.

A great asset to the alliance..... Yes, right. Lando nods once, lips pressed together tightly to hide the disbelieving smile pulling at her words — now was not the time to ask about the relationship between the two, after all, he’d heard the whispers. ( mostly because he was listening for them ) If he had learned one thing in all the months he’s been working side by side with the Rebellion, it was that, despite everything, all of their successes and victories, the Alliance was just like the rest of the galaxy. Everyone gossips.  He couldn’t miss the pleading in her eyes, the words she spoke ridden with ulterior motives that weren’t strictly for the good of the alliance. They’ve waited this long. The months have dragged on and to him it feels like it’s been longer this time since last time he’d seen Han, when in actuality the times were much shorter             ( truthfully, he wishes that he hadn’t even seen Han 11 months ago on Bespin, perhaps things would have ended up differently. But, he also can’t argue that he’s found a comfortable home since they’ve arrived. ) 

       Lando wanted to rescue him as much as the next person. No one knows when they could afford this chance. It was unknown when the next time Command could afford to let the Princess go — things have been relatively calm in terms of the war for the last few weeks, and she could leave for a bit. At least, that was Lando’s entirely professional opinion. 

Lando doesn’t even know why he’s bothering to argue this with her. He wants the same thing, and Leia is a determined woman filled with dedication (to Han, or to his potential within the alliance. He supposes it depends on who he asks), in his opinion, she was not going to back down.  He just isn’t sure if they’re convincing enough to succeed and doesn’t want to fail Han again. 

            He swallows, his hand resting on his chin as he ponders. A moment passes and he raises a brow, questioning with a light tone          “You ever been to Tatooine, Princess?”

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You're smooth, your suave, I definitely like you, and I've forgiven you for what you've done.

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" —— and you call ME the old smoothy"  needles to say, this is going to be one out of the many he’s gotten throughout his years of the letters that Lando keeps hold of. 

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Just a general announcement: Starting next week my hours will be going back to 40 at work (excluding the time we have off for Holiday - which I will be spending with my family) so my already slim activity will be slightly slimmer depending on the shift I have for tax season. I've explained my activity a little bit better in my rules when I updated them a few days ago, so if you guys want to know a bit more about that feel free to check them out. you guys are the bees knees.

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☯ + han solo getting frozen in carbonite

send the thing & a scene from lando’s canon for a drabble from his point of view. 

this deal is getting worse all the time he'd said that not too long ago - and ever since then he's realized that was an understatement. Now, as he stands in the carbon freezing chamber, he wants to turn back the clock and start this entire meeting with Lord Vader over again. He's been fortunate in luck before, perhaps if he just says one thing, makes one facial expression, luck will turn in his favor and this won’t happen. .        But - he isn't that lucky.                                      because  now, he's watching has the Stormtroopers ( clad in white armor that make too much noise as they walk, just adding to his annoyance at this whole ordeal ) escort Han and Chewie, two of his oldest and dearest friends, the Alderaanian Princess and their droid into the room, vacant expressions on all of them. 

             "What's going on."  Han asks, the tone isn’t missed. AND Lando has to respond. He explains that Solo is being put into carbon freeze, and as he does so, he can only hope that his own annoyance in the situation is shown through his words, because the regret is piling on him now. Like a bucket of ice water being dumped on his head - it happens all at once and it’s one of the most chilling things a being could feel. The chills run through him more so as he watches the events unfolding.                     Watching the devotion that Han's friends have for him... he should be on that side of things as well. Instead, he's standing between his friend and the man who is moments away from potentially taking his life.

there has to be another way the thought is racing through his mind as he watches Han try to console Chewie, trying to convince the wookiee that things will be okay, that Leia needs someone by her side. come on, Calrissian. Think of a plan. You're the best at plans.

And then he's too late. He can't take it back and he can't think of another plan. The only thing that can make him feel even a small amount better is....     his thoughts are cut off because right in front of his eyes, there is Han, so still and frozen. The slate drops to the ground and Lando is only seconds behind him, checking the readings.

he's alive- he's in hibernation, but he's alive his insides are rejoicing, he isn't the reason Han Solo is dead, that'll lie with Solo himself one day, but today was not that day.. As he states the revelation the the on-lookers, his tone remains flat, his emotions too lost in thinking of a plan to rescue him before he's taken to Jabba..           WAIT    !!  Did he hear that right - No, he couldn’t have. 

Vader had said that they could remain with him, in Cloud City. They’d made a deal.

he turns back to Vader, a questioning and upset tone threatening the back of his throat.  Vader wants Leia and the Chewbacca to go to his ship, and Lando can't have that - he can't let Han down again. 

                    So, he does what he should have done the moment Vader arrived on Bespin.

                    he protests.

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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Experience