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Ohhhh perhaps spyscrapper for 38? On the kiss prompt list??
38. ...running out of time Bodeās breathing is heavy, loud, fast. Full, billowing breaths he canāt seem to slow down. Heās teetering at the edge of a breakdown. Heās been teetering at the edge of a breakdown for weeks, but itās really here now, no longer a fantom haunting his shadow but reality, inhabiting his body, making his fingers numb and his heart race.
Itās not the edge. Heās falling off. The comm is in his hand, his finger hovers over the button, and he has to make the call. If he doesnāt make the call today, the Empire wonāt be here tomorrow, the Archive and the Path will move to Tanalorr and it will be ruined.
Exposed. Unsafe. And heāll have lost his last, his first, chance-hope-dream. The first breath of fresh air heās had in. Four years? Is that it, four years? Four years with his leash getting shorter and his collar getting tighter, tighter, tighter, sold to the only bidder for a golden cage for his little girl that will become an iron trap if he so much as misses two check-ins in a row?
Heās lurking in the corner but he needs to go outside so he can fall into pieces privately. But. Cal and Merrin are still out there, arenāt they? He wants to beg Cal to make a different choice, get on his knees and cry, but if he does thenā¦ his desperation wonāt make any sense, after Cal already reassured him. After Cal thought he did and ripped the rest of Bodeās meager hope to pieces instead. If he does, all his secrets will spill out. If he does, even this meager, desperate last chance where he loses everything but Kata will disappear. Cal doesnāt forgive betrayal- not if it comes from the Empire.
And Bode is part of the Empire, no matter how he feels about it. He sold himself.
Death followed him long before that.
The next exhale sounds too wretchedly close to a dry sob for his liking, and he clamps a hand over his mouth, doubled over, a steadying arm against the wall. His vision swims and darkens, his nostrils bellowing with each panicked breath. A hand presses to his shoulder. His back all but slams against the wall as he yanks himself away. Calās hands lift up, held out by Calās shoulders, as the redhead takes a step back. āSorry! I was calling your name but I donāt think you heard me.ā
Bode didnāt hear anything. Not a thing. What was he thinking? Doing? He wasnāt thinking that was the problem. Cal must see something in his face, because he steps forward again, frowning, concerned. He reaches out again but slowly, his hands gently framing Bodeās shaking shoulders before curling around his upper arms. āBode, itās okay. Breathe with me. Letās just calm down, and then we can talk, get you some water maybe. Okay?ā Bode clenches his teeth together, presses harder into the wall. āBode, hey. Hey. Weāre fine, okay?ā A damnable smile blooms, Calās green eyes sparking warm, the man reaching out for him in the Force, wrapping him up in Calās fiery presence like a reassuring blanket, and Cal says: ātomorrow weāll move and weāll all be safe and everything will be alright.ā Bodeās breath stops. He slides down the wall until heās sitting, and his insides are all ashes. His hand shakes as it falls from his mouth and he canāt see Cal for the tears falling from his eyes.
Cal, kriffing Cal. Why did Bode have to fall for him? An idealist. A man who canāt see danger staring him in the face. Who canāt listen to the reasonable voices around him, and yet who is so good that they canāt help but let him lead over and over again.
Cal only scoots closer, cradling Bodeās face between his hands and pressing their foreheads together. āIāve got you. Breathe with me. We Jedi,ā Cal jokes, trying to ease the moment, āweāre really good at breathing, you know.ā Kriffing Cal. Bode wants years with him. A lifetime.
āIām s-sorry,ā he whimpers, gripping the sleeves of Calās jacket. He gets tonight, and then nothing. Nothing after that. Never. Thereās no more time.
āIām so sorry.ā
āNothing to be sorry for.ā
Cal will change his mind tomorrow. Heāll understand tomorrow. Theyāre over, tomorrow.
Bode turns his head. His lips press into the heat of Calās palm, mark it with his sorrow.
This is their first and last time.
Thereās nothing inside him heās allowed to give. Nothing worthy of Cal
#cal kestis#bode akuna#calbode#bodecal#spyscrapper#massive angst#tragique#post campfire scene#anyway who wants to cry today??#thanks for asking anon <3
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oh my god this username
even the bots know i'm a pissboy š
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george (resident cat, tortoiseshell, mean as hell to strangers) hates prior walter (tiny kitten, former dairy queen parking lot resident, prophet) sooooo much. he cries and cries being locked up in another part of the house but if we let him out she will eat him in one bite.
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do u sometimes look at matt g and think yeah this is the guy possessing that max pulling daniel in by the race suit footage in 4k full hd the one that doens't exist anywhere on the internet
#the other day me and manon and emma spent like two hours trying to find the hd version to no avail#tragique#matt gallagher give up footage!!!!!!!!#*
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Things mostly going well on the show but there has already been one rly sad situation where a girl really connected with a girl in the couple but not the guy and they didnāt get to explore that separately bc theyāre only interested in like adopting a sexy bi woman who has to fuck them both equally
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Surely thereās a German word for the specific feeling of grief when you know your work bestie is looking for a new job
#workplace comedy life#I WANT THE BEST FOR HER#BUT I MOURN ALSO FOR MYSELF#TRAGIQUE#sparkly originals
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the easiest cheapest slipcover method for an unusually sized couch seems to be ābig canvas drop cloth and strategic safety pinsā. but. what if. i dyed the drop cloth
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Paying for your sins Manuel didnāt deserve this idc idc
it's ok I'll be the sacrifice
now u all know how Nacho feels, so maybe u too can become cartel bosses with sexy harems
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God I need to finish this game so I can go watch the Baba cutscenes and be adequately as deranged as the universe wanted me to be before rgg ruined my plans
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I just took a 4 hour nap and now its 9pm do I be productive about it or nah
#maybe itās a sign to finish some of my WIPs#goodness knows Iām not making ANY manuscript progress#tragique
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Once again asking why it is April 28th and I havenāt ONCE seen Justin timberlakeās ramen noodle ass yet???
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when yāall spontaneously decide to go see barbie after work and itās the one day u donāt wear pink to the office
#half my fuckin wardrobe is pink bro this is sooooo embarrassing#not even wearing pink earrings or my barbie necklace šššššš#tragique#bp
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PartagƩ par Djamila pour complƩter notre conversation
Le Petit Q : Bassem Youssef, la personnalitƩ qui dƩrange (Quotidien sur TMC le 19/10/23)
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En sortant de l'exposition "Ce que la Palestine apporte au monde"
au moment oĆ¹ Tsahal pourrait entrer dans Gaza et oĆ¹ la France a affirmĆ© son soutien sans rĆ©serve Ć lāĆtat hĆ©breu...
Taysir Batniji GH0809, 2011
Hazem Harb, Military zones (sƩrie), 2019
Parkour Ć Gaza 2011 Shady Alassar
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Gaza - Parkour, les Palestiniens volants 2013 sur Arte (43')
#israel#gaza#hamas#Taysir Batniji#Hazem Harb#palestine#tragique#expos#institut du monde arabe#documentaire#photographie#parkour
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I have to keep unclenching my teeth because Iām so worked up GAHHHHHH
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