#50st

[phantom-of-the-501st]

I love how Echo went from "I read the reg manuals for fun and insist we do everything by the books" to "I'm going to sneak onto this heavily-guarded imperial ship by myself and hope that I can get you guys on here too before I'm taken to an unknown location where I'll probably die. Oh, and I'm gonna do it by going up the droid chute."

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[gabetheunknown]

the thing i hate most about summer is that the birds get up so early

what a cruel and loud combination with my fucked up sleep schedule eh

[toomanybandstocare]

{Galaxy's Edge}

Program: Everything is too much. The war. The pressure. The responsibilities. It all pushes you to the edge, and you teeter. Just a moment away from leaving it all to try to find a semblance of peace from the raging emotions that overwhelm you. Duty bound by his medical oaths and love, Kix is by your side and knows exactly how to talk you down.

Pairing: Kix x GN! Reader, established relationship

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Length: 1529w

Warnings: Anxieties and Insecurities

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Prompt: "Stop right there"

Counselor Notes: May or may not have taken out my emotions out on this one. But! Happy to post my first piece for @clonexreaderbingo.

Your head pounds with a searing, dull throb. The blue illumination from your datapad burns your eyes in the darkness of your temporary sleeping quarters. Always the first to offer any assistance to Senator Organa, you often find yourself working until the night sky begins to bleed into morning light. Only to fall asleep for what seems like minutes before you wake up to start the cycle again. This bill and the current state of affairs causes your stomach to knot and twist. Even the ever collected senator looks ragged during your meetings. 

Once graduated from Alderaan’s Academy of Political Science, you began working for the senator’s office and have started your career as an aide in hopes of one day serving your people in the footsteps of your mentor. As the war continues to rage on and has even come to your home, this will be the defining moment of the start of your career. Responsibilities normally handled by a representative now stack on top of your pre-existing assignments. The boundary between the two roles blur and encompass you completely as you take on the work of two people. Helping the senator with the upcoming vote to send reinforcements to Christophsis, the two of you meet three times a day during meals to divide research needs during this prolonged voyage.

With the Separatist blockade surrounding your planet, the 50st underwent a stealth operation to help the senator and his companions escape to Coruscant. The reality of the situation weighs heavily on your achy shoulders. Pushing from your makeshift desk with a shake of your head, you stand on wobbly legs. With a few steps, the door hisses open at your approach. A gnawing guilt eats at the back of your mind as you wander the ship’s  narrow corridors. All your efforts and time should be spent on your assignments, but the short distance between you and your secret lover teases you mercilessly.

Rounding the corner, you find most of the boys in blue enjoying a scarce moment of peace. A poor retelling of Hardcase’s last attempt at romance bringing most of the boys into a fit of controllable laughter or looks of utter disbelief. You lean on the wall with a soft smile enjoying the sight of Kix laughing without a care in the galaxy as he covers his eyes to try to shield himself from his brother’s disaster. Wiping away a stray tear, Kix’s amber eyes immediately find you and soften. A flurry takes flight in your stomach as you steal this moment between you two.

Kix addresses you with a warm regard that snaps the others into a flurry, trying to find a balance between respecting your status while keeping the casual atmosphere alive. “Is there anything we can do to help you?” Kix respectfully asks. His eyes quickly scan over your curled frame. His forehead creases at the sight of fatigue settling on you, and he’s careful to keep his emotions hidden from prying eyes.

“I was wondering if you had any spare headache pills?” you ask. Even trying to keep your voice from shaking proves to be a struggle. The butterflies in your stomach mix poorly with the lightheaded haze clouding your mind. “I ran out earlier today, and I still have quite a bit of work to finish before my dinner meeting with the senator”.

Without a second thought, Kix pushes off his seat, which pulls amused looks and a stray chuckle from his brothers. “Of course. I just need to grab them from my medkit. I can bring them to your room if you’d like to go ahead and try to get some rest”.

Not sparing his brothers a glance, Kix leads the two of you back through the corridor towards the sleeping quarters. When one of your shaky hands slips into one his by his side, a pang of nerves stings his heart. Kix quickly squeezes your hand. Once the two of you reach the travel barracks, Kix reaches just past the door frame to grab his kit. The pair of you hurry to your room. After the door hishes close behind you, Kix’s mind races into overtime at the sound of your muffled sobs and drops his kit to the floor.

“I can’t keep doing this,” you choke out.

“What’s wrong?” Kix calmly asks you. His large hands guide you to sit on the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the ground by your side, Kix softly palms your thigh. His normally warm eyes cloud with concern as they flicker across your trembling body. Kix keeps himself calm, knowing that his nerves and concerns won’t combine well.

“This,” you hiss and throw one hand in the air, gesturing to the room in general. “War. Politics. Secrets. Running for my life. I can’t keep doing this. I’m not strong enough,” your voice breaks. Ducking your head, you squeeze your eyes shut. Tears sting your lash line before falling down your cheeks. Your heart races almost pushing his way out of its cage and up your throat. You try to take deep breaths, but they come out short and forced. “I just wanted to help my people and the war efforts, but I didn’t think I’d get caught in a web of blackmail. Everything’s too much. I just want to run from it all. Disappear and start new where no one can find me. It wouldn’t hurt anyone if I did”. You pinch the bridge of your nose with one hand, the other sits limply in your lap. “Senator Organa can easily find a replacement. My friends and family will just think I’m too ashamed to show my face from failing them. You can find someone that you can be proud to have by your side and call your lover”. As you fall further into your anxieties, your words come out rushed.

“Stop right there”.

It takes a moment for his words to register in his mind. Kix doesn’t recognize his own voice - coming out a low growl. His head spins as he tries to keep up with your plan. “Look at me,” Kix quietly demands, leaving no room for argument. At the hesitant flash of your gaze before it drops with your hand, Kix squeezes your thigh. “Please,” he breathes out.

Dizzy and hiccuping, you slowly raise your head to meet his gaze. Even with a serious expression, his eyes are full of care. You rest one hand on top of his and tangle your fingers. His other hand grasps your arm and rubs soothing patterns into your scorching skin.

“I can’t understand the stress you're under. Or how terrifying this escape has been,” Kix calmly starts. His voice no louder than a low murmur. Careful to not let anyone overhear this private moment. “If you were to disappear - no message, no coordinates, nothing - so many people would search for you. With me leading the efforts”. Kix’s gaze flickers across your puffy face and softens when they meet your red-rimmed, tired eyes. “I would be broken if you left. No one can come close to you. Not in the joy you bring to others by your kind acts. Not in the passion you have for helping those in your community. No one can do what you do. And especially not in the way you complete me”.

“Kix,” you whimper. Your lip wobbles from his tender care and attention to detail.

“I love you,” Kix assures you. His hands squeeze you before he carefully pulls you down into his lap to cradle you to his chest. “There is no other person in the galaxy I know who can persevere through this war and make the future a brighter place full of hope. I am so incredibly proud of how far you’ve come as a person and what you’ve accomplished so far with your work. I know I’m not always by your side when you need me most, but I will do everything I can to support you however I can”. Kix kisses your temple before he rests his forehead there. “Whenever you feel like this again, please, send a signal to my comlink channel. I’ll find somewhere private - no matter where I am - and call you. And, when I feel the same, I’ll do the same”.

You move your head to rest your forehead against his. “I love you,” you softly whisper. Leaning into his embrace, you match the rise and fall of his chest, slowing your breathing. “We can figure this out. Together”.

“You’re not alone in this. We’ll get through this together,” Kix promises. His lips ghost over yours before pressing a tender kiss. Slowly moving together, the two of you melt into the other. Feeling your arms wrap around his neck and lightly dig your nails into the edge of his buzzcut, Kix hums. His thoughts begin to cloud, so Kix breaks away from you. At the small whine he pulls from your lips, he gently laughs. Kix moves his hands to cup your face and deeply look into your eyes. “Promise me?”

You press a kiss to the inside of his wrist and match his fond expression. “Promise”.

[ninalanfer]

may i ask how you added fingers to the Straightforward Mitts by Dräger? i love them but i prefer half-finger to fingerless.

So, I'm an almost compulsory note taker. I take notes. I write down every change and mod I do when I knit. So when I got your ask I immediately went to my notebook for projects. And would you believe it? I not only haven't written a single note on this project, it's also not even in the book!? I don't know how this happened.

So while I can't give you an exact answer (because believe me, there are plenty of mods in these mitts cuz the person who received them is a thin wristed, wide thumbed kind of person), I'll attempt to explain the thought process behind it.

Let me prefix this quickly with saying I'm an organic, chaotic maker type of knitter. I don't usually follow patterns, and if I do, I change them a lot, on the fly, while I work.

. : - : .

But let's say the circumstances around your knuckles is 50sts. And (I presume) you have 4 fingers (plus a thumb). You need to divide 50sts on 4 fingers. But! Your hand is flat, that is, you can't just take the first 12,5sts (50/4) and make a finger out of them.

So we divide 50 by 2. One palm side, and one hand roof side. 25sts. Only your fingers aren't paper, they are a 3d object. And so they'll need some stitches for bulk between the fingers. (if you've ever knit a sweater, these are the sts that goes under the arm).

So the first st is a 'bulk st' because it will sit on the "outside" of your index finger. So we'll not count that st, but remember that it's still there. The same goes for the st that will sit on the outside of your pinkie.

So we have now 23sts to divide over 4 fingers. The pinkie is thinner on most people, so it won't need as many sts as the other ones. That'd be 5,75sts/finger. But we can't knit ,75 sts. So we'll distribute them like so:

Index: 6sts. Middle: 7sts. Ring: 6sts. Pinkie: 4sts. (Or according to the ratios on your hand. I have a rather muscular index finger. Cuz I'm a crafter, so I might've wanted another st there ect)

Let's start knitting the index finger: 1 bulk st, 6 palm sts. - put the rest of the sts on spare yarn except for the last 6sts -, cast on 1 bulk st, knit 6 roof sts. This is your circumstance for your index finger. Knit until you've reached desired length, and bind off with a fitting bind of technique (depending on how you want them to feel, tight or elastic ectect).

Middle finger: Now put the first 7sts of the ones on the spare yarn on a needle. Knit those. Cast on 1 bulk st. Put the last 7sts of the ones you put on spare yarn on a needle. Knit those. Pick up the 1st between the middle and index finger and knit that. This is your circumstance for the middle finger.

Repeat this for the rest of the fingers.

And remember: TRY THEM ON AS YOU GO AND DO ADJUSTMENTS AS NEEDED.

. : - : .

I did say I was a chaotic maker. I realize not everyone enjoy knitting this way, they need a step by step instruction. But this is the best answer of the way I think concerning modding for some fingers on a mitt I can give. These numbers aren't exact, they're taken just for how I theoretically think it will work (it's quite a while since I knit the mitts and the pair aren't in my possession any more so I can't count the exact sts). Adapt the numbers to fit your hands.

I do hope the answer was helpful anyway, I gave it my best shot, hihi!

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Being on hunger games tiktok feels like i have my priorities straight

Its like: oh sorry i cant do that now i just have to watch this whole tiktok about the 50st vinger games sorryyy

[lovethephotoo]

As Seen on TV: Speakeasies and Jazz (NYC Nightlife places that YOU can VISIT!)

White Collar: (Season 4, Episode 13)

The episode is called “Empire City”. “Neal and Peter investigate Mozzie's claims of taxi cab forgery and money laundering which leads back to a jazz club owner”. Also, Diana goes undercover in the establishment to catch the culprit. She wore a memorable costume of a cigar girl. The Cotton Club is a pillar in NYC’s culture and history during the Prohibition and Roaring 20s era. First and foremost, it is a jazz night club that has live music, food, and cigars. Many celebrities attended the nightclub like Joe DiMaggio and Duke Ellington. The Cotton Club is still open today and taking bookings/reservations.

Sources:

http://cottonclub-newyork.com/

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2653872/

https://www.screenspy.com/diane-goes-undercover-in-white-collar-empire-city-promo-trailer/

https://allthatsinteresting.com/cotton-club#17 

Castle: (Season 3, Episode 10)

The episode is called “Last Call”. “The death of a bar owner takes Castle and Beckett back in time to the prohibition era.” The speakeasy in the episode is called “The Old Haunt” which doesn’t exist in NYC. From the episode, Castle and Beckett find an unknown tunnel which leads to a stash of rare liquor. But there are many secret speakeasies that are in plain sight around NYC. “Nothing Really Matters” is a bar/lounge under the 50st Downtown 1 subway station. The entrance of the speakeasy is very inconspicuous. Another speakeasy that is in disguise is “UES”, the front of the store is an ice cream shop but when the server asks a patron about the “storage room” and a secret door covered with ice cream pints will open. A patron can enter a bar that serves unique cocktails.

Sources:

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1628160/

https://secretnyc.co/nothing-really-matters-bar-nyc/

https://www.nycgo.com/nightlife/ues/

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so ive grown kinda bored with the dark blue ive painted my tobruskan 501st, and i did briefly consider calling it a quits on the 501 and just doing another numbered regiment of tobruskans, but then i thought of an ever better idea! u see, the tobruskans (along with a handful of other forces) have been stranded on the annihilated hive world of desolus for a couple of decades now, doing their best to maintain order and protect the ruins of the hives... so what if they just ran out of that blue paint. emporor knows that, if the administratum is getting their astropathic messages, they’re ignoring them, so they gotta paint their armour and guns a different colour now! oh shit i could use that dark blue for veterans, like its venerated colours or some shit. im so clever

[newtness532]

if i had 50st on the one side why can i only get 46 on the other????

picking up stitches the absolute worst part i hate it so much

[phoenixyfriend]

SW Suddenly-Omegaverse AU: Meet the Generals

Context: Original Post, Chrono

I keep envisioning the initial "meet your generals" debrief for the 212th and 501st.

This is your high general! He's not technically on the council in this universe, but he's dating your dad and is a lot better at war than any of the other Jedi, so they put him in charge of many things anyway. He's also from another dimension and very new to being an omega, but he knows all your names and 95% of who you are as a person, with the other 5% being accounted for by the differences of the a/b/o designation system being what it is.

This is your regular general! He only recently passed a psych eval, but he's also very good at war, and he cares a lot about you and can't shut up about it. He's a little manic right now because they're still figuring out which mood stabilizers are best for him, and he is also very new at being an omega. The 50st medics are getting a very intensive debrief on this guy, between the massive psychological issues, recent Force-incited body modifications, and prosthesis, but also he's telling your counterpart in the 212th that you shouldn't let his dad drink because the man has a history of functional alcoholism.

None of you know what to do but your high general looks tired as fuck and the regular general is grinning like a madman, and both of them are pumping out "I love you, friend" pheromones about the clones, so like... could be worse.

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