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 “ahsoka, watching han almost die taking spice from kessel: Pathetic.”

These brought joy to quarantine

its fuckin bonkers out there lads, but im committed to bringing you top quality escapism 🤙

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top 3 ships

ObiWan x Anakin

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last song

No Shame by 5 Seconds of Summer

last movie

in theaters: Birds of Prey

at home: Knives Out

currently reading:

audiobook: Thrawn: Treason

physical: AHSOKA and Dark Disciple

what food I’m craving right now:

tater tots

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[meandmyechoes]

catvilleanddogland replied to your photoset “Race you to the top? I will give you a head start.”

It also parallels the scene from tcw movie where ahsoka says i’ll give you head start and fuck man they really ended their relationship the same as it started...

YES they made so many visual and thematic parallels to the movie! It feels like the circle is complete! it's poetry it rhymes. because you know what Rex said in rebels,  'I fought by her side from the Battle of Christophisis to the Siege of Mandalore.'

[gospelofme]

Kit Fisto’s morning routine

As requested by @catvilleanddogland

Kit routinely woke up before the sunrise. Many of his fellow Jedi still slept, not all mind you, but many. He did some light stretching to ease away tense muscles and any soreness from the night before. The base they were on currently had less than comfortable beds. But they were only going to be there for a short time, it was just a pit stop.

He usually took a shower first thing in the morning, gotta smell fresh, but today was different. He ate a light breakfast of tea and some toast and practiced some calming movements (Jedi Tai Chi). He liked to feel centered every morning and this helped. He went through the movements slowly, thinking about each step. He usually did this outside, but he was under a time constraint.

His comm unit beeped and he answered, his Clone Commander Monnk informed him that he was rousing his men. Kit smirked as he heard unhappy clones grumbling in the background. One asked loudly if anyone had seen his swim shorts. He often felt them in the Force, they had an innocence to them. Almost like children, almost like adults. Children who had had to grow up too fast, literally. Children who were trained to kill. He did his best to look out for them.

“Tell Woods his swim shorts are under his bed.” The Jedi replied.

“Did you hear that Woods?” Monnk asked. There was a pause and then,

“He was right!” Woods sounded impressed and a little freaked out. Kit enjoyed his job.

He heard a voice outside his quarters, Anakin. He was talking on his comm unit, the voice on the other end belonging to Obiwan.

“Honestly Anakin, if you keep cancelling your dentist appointments, you’re going to end up with a cavity.” Obiwan’s voice sounded irritated.

“That’s not how that works Master.” Anakin replied, Kit could basically hear him rolling his eyes.

“That’s exactly how that works!” Obiwan sounded exasperated. Anakin must’ve then stopped in front of Kit’s door.

“Listen, if it makes you feel better, I’ll go to Kix. He’s the only doctor I’ll agree to go to anyways.” He tried to reason.

“Kix isn’t a Doctor, he’s a field medic and has told you this at least 3 times before. I’m sure he’ll tell you he’s not a dentist either.” Kenobi pointed out.

“He can learn I’m sure.” Anakin said, he’d started to walk away since he voice was now fading off. Kit hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but it was easy when Skywalker left his comm unit on speaker function.

He would meet the men at one of his favorite places. The swimming complex. Not all bases had one, which is why they had to go a bit out of their way to train here. The facility was temperature controlled, but Kit had had it tuned to the temperature of the planet they will be going to, Mon Cala. The planet was currently in its late Spring rotation, so the air around them was cool, but not cold. The water on the other hand, was a balmy 71°. However, as the average human body temperature was 98.6°, 71° was hardly balmy. To Kit though, the water was fine.

While waiting, he slipped into the pool and sunk into the deepest part. He came to rest on the bottom of the pool and did some pleasant water meditation. It was silent down here, a perfect spot to meditate. He fell into a light trance and woke only when he felt vibrations in the water. Voices. He felt out with the Force and found that his men had arrived and were in their wetsuits already. The Nautolan Jedi surfaced and casually pulled the SCUBA gear into the water. They would suit up under water today.

“Time to train.” He grinned and his men dove into the water to retrieve their gear and put it on.

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@catvilleanddogland thank you! Roommate came home and chatted with me for a couple hours and we’re doing an overnight trip on Friday to deal with the cabin fever so things are looking up! Just have to make it through the rest of the week first >.>

[gospelofme]

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GUYS WHAT IF WE REALLY GOT TEMEURA MORRISON AS REX AND WOLFFE ON SCREEN??? I WOULD LITERALLY FAINT. Plus Sabine??? Sabine freaking Wren?? The only man who has ever treated me right is Dave Filoni

[meandmyechoes]

@catvilleanddogland replied to your post“Ahsoka’s arguing with Obi-wan”

There is no right or wrong in this scenerio bc they are both right in their own senses. Ahsoka was thrown way too easily to please the senate (aka chancellor) without even actually listening to what ahsoka had to say. You can’t just expect someone to give away their life on more one occasion and then expel them from the community at the slightest doubt. They were just trying to please the council and Ahsoka was pretty much aware of it.

I see people complaining about how she shouldn’t have escaped but in reality that’s what would anyone do in a situation like that. You simply wouldn’t be able to go down bc of somebody else’s crime. She was set up and she couldn’t get the council to actually listen to her. They all acted like “yea dark side tends to cloud your judgements missy”

I agree with you about them both being right in this scenario. If we can take anything positive in this rather bitter exchange, it’s that at least they are brutally honest to each other and that both of them are reliable narrators, and considered each other strong enough to see through that criticism. 

I’m one of those people that were in the ‘Ahsoka shouldn’t have run’ camp when it first aired. My view is only shaken during my most recent rewatch a few weeks ago. I believed in the justice system, and I still believes in presenting strong scientific evidence (which she hasn’t, she is going to personally bring in and rely on the perpetrator’s confession). (also I’m a forensics nerd) My belief in the justice system has come from and changed because of the political situation in 2019 Hong Kong, that unfortunately put my people through what Ahsoka had - being falsely accused, and of the most serious charge possible - that is a huge and personal reason I make that final connection as to agreeing to her escape. 

Contextually, Ahsoka’s choice should be compared with Fives’ experience in exposing the Order 66 conspiracy. The two stories are side by side (S5 finale + S6 permiere) He believed in the system. They are both soldiers for the Republic but Ahsoka’s immediate distrust in it made a stark contrast with Fives’ faith. Furthermore, in trusting the Republic (and Sheev) that we see Fives fail. So whether I personally like it or not, it seems Ahsoka’s escape was the right thing as put forward by the narrative. 

Given, Ahsoka’s Jedi trial in The Wrong Jedi still upsets me because how little both parties get things across. The council is throwing assumptions on her and Ahsoka didn’t really had time to gather the oh-so-important evidence that Mace they demanded. By virtues of being a Jedi, “blaming” the dark side is a very easy coping mechanism but in this case where the Force doesn’t come into play and could’ve easily been resolved with a thorough forensic investigation, it’s heartbreaking to see Ahsoka defending herself by more denial than statements of fact. She had been in such a distraught place that she has partially given up after fighting so hard in 5.18 and 5.19. She became the calm one between her and Anakin because she is so tired she’s ready to give up. She admits to Padme in the prison cell that she isn’t hopeful about her Republic trial after she has defeated in the Jedi Council. *sigh* that poor girl. (A lot of things makes me go ‘that’s a shame’ in The Wrong Jedi like how they very sensibly deleted clunky scenes that would give a holistic view of other parties like Yoda and Tarkin for pacing’s sake)

BUT obi wan is also right bc coruscant is indeed the heart of the republic and if they let the chancellor get hurt bc they chose to help someone else, people would riot even harder. The senate would be out of control and jedi would be gone even earlier. Bc they aligned themselves with the republic, and bc palpatine pulled the strings so that they were the face of anything that went wrong, they had new responsibilities to those people.

Ahsoka didn’t know obi wan tried, all she saw was the people she considered as family abandoning her. And Obi wan knows if he does choose mandalore over coruscant it will look and feel like he let his emotions get in the way. Which, again, is true. One thing we forget is obi wan is an adult, and one of the best master’s at the time, but ahsoka is just a teenager with trust and self trust issues. It’s her right to be angry, just as it’s obi wan’s right when he is accused of things he didn’t do.

Yes, I think Ahsoka understands what you said here about Coruscant’s importance, and that’s the reason why she went through with the argument is a personal one. If not, It’s even weirder that she would truthfully oppose to saving Coruscant when her two new best friends live there.

To add on your case about Obi-wan’s withdrawal from Mandalore, we have to keep in mind that the last time he did what Ahsoka and Bo-Katan are asking, to go without guidance from the Council, he failed spectacularly. Satine died because of him and he barely escaped himself. That experience alone is enough to cause Obi-wan retreats back into the shelter of the Council.

Your point about their life experiences is very valid. I’m luckily young enough to remember my teen self having the same rivalry with my parents out of spite. That’s probably why it’s weird to see people arguing that one side is right and the other isn’t. The ideology debate is already clear cut enough for me that I would like to explore what the exchange meant to them personally. Especially taking into account the ‘last meeting’ sentiment, why it should be what they are speaking for instead of how they feel?

[gospelofme]

Din’s morning routine

Din had crept around the living space of The Razor Crest as quietly as possible. Moving so slow that tasks completed in seconds or minutes took much longer. He slowly walked around the pod where the Child slept. He needed to figure out a name for now...something other than “kid”. But, that’s what he had been called for a while too.

He had been reading up on basic childcare, if he was going to be this kid’s father, at least until they could find his people. That was the mission right? He had heard co-sleeping was fine and that it was bad. He had thought about it, but then went onto read the part about accidentally rolling over on the kid in his sleep. Din didn’t think that could happen, BUT he didn’t trust himself not to do it. And the kid seemed fine in his pod.

He still wasn’t sure what the Child was supposed to eat. He had eaten a frog once, but Din felt he needed variety and more nutritious meals. He had picked up a variety of food items that other babies seemed to like, and the lady at the store had assured him that the Child’s species could consume them. If that turned out to be wrong, she’d be so sorry.

After getting dressed, he woke the kid carefully. He didn’t want him to get made and start crying because lots of things flew around last time that happened. Lots of sharp things. He did not need a repeat. Thankfully, things went much smoother today. He had the kid sitting in a high chair, Cara had suggested this as being easier than following the kid around with food. He popped the lid on the car and looked at the puréed stuff inside. It certainly didn’t look good. Or smell good. But it had all the required nutrients and minerals the kid needed to grow.

Using a small spoon, he scooped a bit out and offered it to the kid. Nothing. He just stared at it. Din offered it a little more persistently. Still nothing. He nudged the Child’s lips with the spoon, the kid just moved his face away and looked unhappy. Din didn’t need an unhappy child. Maybe some entertaining way of feeding the kid will go better.

He “flew” the spoon like a ship towards the child, making the appropriate ship sounds. Unconsciously making the weird faces under his helmet.

Nothing.

Maybe if he got the kid to laugh, and then he could shove the food in his mouth? He tried tickling the kid, which earned him a giggle. But the child was too fast and closed his mouth before Din could force feed him. The food just smeared on his face.

Maybe a stern hand.

“You will eat this! It’s good for you!!” The spoon flew out of his hand and clattered in the corner. Sighing, Din stood up and got a new spoon.

Pleading.

“You HAVE to eat this!! Please!!!! It’s good for you!!!! If you don’t eat, you’ll starve and I’ll never forgive myself!!” Honestly, he could only bring himself to beg and plead with his kid. Not with any other begin!

The child just stared at him.

Negotiations.

Din set the jar on the high chair table. The spoon next to it.

“Ok, if you eat ONE bite, you can eat whatever else you want for the rest of the day.” Those seemed like fair terms. He pressed his hands together and tapped them on the front of his helmet. Staring at the child through his visor. The child reached towards the jar and spoon. It’s working!! Din tried not to look excited.

The jar and spoon joined the other spoon in the corner.

Din sighed and got up with all the dignity he could muster. He trudged to the corner to get the rejected items. Picking up the jar, he looked at it. It didn’t look all THAT bad. He poked a finger into the jar, getting a bit of puréed food on his finger. He tasted it himself and gagged immediately.

”Oh dear Kad Ha’rangir that’s foul.” He muttered. He stood up and turned to the kid, who was watching to see what his strange man would try next.

“Ok, we’re going out to eat. That stuff is gross.” Din announced, grabbing the baby harness.

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[gospelofme]

Cops: Coruscant Guard Edition.

“This is our third call for this guy this week. He’s probably going to be arrested tonight.” Commander Thire said tiredly, pulling up to the scene outside a bar. A couple other guards had a man detained. The man was nude.

“Terry, we’ve talked about this. You can’t just take your clothes off in public.” Thire said, exiting the patrol speeder.

“Man, I’m hot! I gotta, I gotta cool off!!” Terry yelled, his words slurring. Yup, he was drunk again. Terry waved his arms around like he was trying to fly away.

“I understand that, but you need to put your clothes back on.” Thire explained.

“Yeah, there’s kids here...” another guard reasoned, offering Terry his clothes.

“No! No! I’m not going to! I’ll get heat stroke!!” Terry yelled, backing away.

“What else have you had man, just booze or did you treat yourself to something extra?” Thire asked, taking out his datapad and pulling up Terry’s priors.

Disorderly conduct

public drunkenness

indecent exposure

use of spice, etc.

The list went on. He was a nonviolent offender, but he did have a habit of resisting arrest.

“Just the booze Officer.” Terry assured him, Thire was pretty certain the man wasn’t high on something, but he had to ask.

“Alright Terry, since this is your third offense this week, we’re going to have to take you in.” One of the other guards said, producing a pair of restraints. One glance at those and Terry quickly hopped on a patrol speeder bike.

“No, no. Terry, get off the bike. Come on, get off the bike.” The guard who owned the bike sounded disheartened that a naked man was now sitting astride his mode of transportation.

Terry tried to start the bike but, in his severely drunk state, couldn’t.

There was a quick snapping sound and then the sound of electricity as taser probes shot into Terry’s side. The man’s muscles seized up and the guards were able to restrain Terry, who yelled obscenities at them. Once in cuffs, Terry was placed into the back of a patrol speeder.

“I’m sorry man, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. My old lady has just been getting on me and I needed a break.” Terry slurred.

“I know Terry. You’re going to be booked tonight and sober up okay.” Thire said, typing up the booking report on his datapad.

“Have a good night Terry.” Thire added as he shut the patrol speeder door.

The night was just beginning.

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[gospelofme]

Cops: Coruscant Guard Edition

Part 2

“He’s turning onto 34th! No signs of stopping! Speed up to 102mph.” Commander Stone reported, pursuing the subject in his patrol speeder, lights flashing and siren blaring. Other drivers scrambled to get out of the way.

“We’re speeding towards you!” Came the reply, his fellow guard trooper. There were also some Coruscant security force officers in the chase as well.

“Stand by with the transport if I lose him!” Stone ordered, an acknowledgment coming over the secure comm. He had to admit, driving a fast speeder was thrilling. He had pulled his subject over for reckless driving, he had nearly taken out some pedestrians on a platform. The man had pulled over but took off as Stone approached him. He didn’t like acting as a basic security force, none of the guard members did, but high speed chases were something he did like.

The man he was chasing was a good driver, executing sharp turns, dives, and quick ascents like a professional. Stone smirked, I’m better though. When he was clear, he tried to spin the speeder out, bumping the left back edge of it with the front of his speeder. The man kept control.

“Pit maneuver failed. I’m not sure about attempting it again as we’re getting back into traffic. How is that back up coming?” Stone asked into his comm.

“They’re trying, the security force doesn’t have our fast speeders. I’d send Thire’s squad but they’re detaining Terry again.”

“Good ol’ Terry.” Stone snickered.

They sped through oncoming traffic, other drivers flying out of their way blaring their own horns at him.

“Why? I’m the one chasing this lunatic!” Stone mumbled. Finally the man descended and stopped on a landing platform.

“He’s bailing out!” Stone yelled into his comm. Stone swung his speeder around, bumping the Trandoshan who jumped out of the ditched speeder. The Trandoshan fell to the ground and Stone jumped out of his speeder, tackling the man as he tried to get to his feet.

A struggle ensued, Stone trying to detain the Trandoshan as the other grabbed Stone’s leg around the thigh.

“Let go!” Stone ordered as he felt the Trandoshan tried to flip him. It wasn’t going to work. Stone put his weight and the weight of his armor on the Trandoshan’s back, throwing him off balance.

Just then another guard member tackled the Trandoshan, pushing both him and Stone to the ground.

“He has my leg!” Stone shouted, his comrade grabbing the Trandoshan’s arm.

“Let him go or you’ll be tased!” His comrade, Striker, threatened. Between the two of them, they were able to subdue Trandoshan with their bodyweight until the security force arrived.

It took 4 men to put the Trandoshan, high on something, in restraints. Once he was in the security force’s patrol speeder, Stone ran the tags on the speeder the Trandoshan had fled in.

“Yup, it’s stolen from the upper sector.” He noted, Striker checking the name of the owner who’d reported it stolen.

“Well, Mr. uh...yeah I can’t pronounce that. But I’m sure he’ll be glad to see his speeder back. Unless he’s already purchased a replacement.” Striker noted.

Stone nodded, that was one of the things that irritated him about Coruscant. The rich seemed to soar above the poor, figuratively and literally. Life was great as long as you didn’t look down.

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[gospelofme]

Yoda’s Morning Routine

I tried to writing his speech pattern as best as I could...

Morning for a grandmaster of the Force brought with it the promise of new things. Yoda had studied the Force for longer than any of those around him. However, he didn’t know everything. Meditation was something he did every morning, each session had the possibility the Force would reveal something new.

Each morning he got up and moved slowly out of bed. He re-made the sheets and smoothed the cover down. He preferred to meditate before food, fasting seemed to help him fall deeper into a trance. He left his modest quarters and walked slowly down the long, dark corridor. The temple was silent, no one was awake at this hour. As he walked passed the rooms of the other Jedi, he could feel if they slept peacefully or not. He knew this war was going to leave scars on all of his comrades.

He wasn’t in a hurry to get to his destination, after all the courtyard wasn’t going anywhere. He walked slowly down the hall, the silence was heavy. The carpeted floor masked the sound of his own steps and cane. As he passed by windows, he could see the skylanes of Coruscant filling out with early morning commuters. People leaving for work or coming home from the night shift. This planet never slept and he wondered how often some of its citizens did. He knew how important sleep was to the body and made it a habit to do a round around the study rooms and the Padawan dorms to make sure the students weren’t up too late. He had even told some troopers to make sure to go to sleep early, relieving some of his own troops early to get some rest when he travelled with them. They were children too, child soldiers. The thought saddened him. He had sensed fear in them at times, but also bravery. Sometimes that bravery was at a level that he didn’t feel in every Jedi.

Yoda continued his walk, counting the time It took for him to get to his destination as part of his meditation. He had time to think, which didn’t come often enough anymore. People wanted answers to their questions immediately and they didn’t want to wait long for them. Yoda understood that in part, sometimes there wasn’t time to wait when lives were at stake. He could understand how frustrating the word “patience” was when it seemed that was all that was ever said.

He finally arrived at his destination, the outside courtyard. While he usually used one of the mediation suites, it was always nice to be outside in the cool early morning. Some Jedi found the noises from the traffic around them distracting, but Yoda had learned long ago how to block it out. He chose a spot on a step and sat down, laying his cane beside him. He closed his eyes and took a breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Using the Force was second nature to him. He allowed it to spread out around him. He could feel his sleeping comrades and students, he could feel the clones standing guard not too far away. He could feel the people coming and going to work. He felt their fears, stress, anxiety, and peacefulness.

He fell deeper into his mediation, the sounds around him fading away. He felt calm at first, but the feeling of anxiety crept its way in. Yoda knew better than to fight off the emotion. It was what the Force was showing him. Was it his anxiousness? Why was he anxious? He delved deeper into this ‘why’, coming up with an obvious answer. He feared for his comrades, students, and those involved in this war. What is the right decision to make? It needed to adhere to the Code. He had heard some Jedi speak about how the Code hindered what they could do. What they needed to do in some circumstances. But, if something couldn’t be accomplished by keeping to the Code, is it meant to be done? Or is that the way it’s supposed to be? Even at 900 years old, Yoda still had questions of his own.

He felt something enter his sphere of mediation and opened his eyes. It was daylight now, he had been meditating longer than it felt. “Master Windu, another meeting with the Chancellor have we?”

“Unfortunately.” came Mace’s reply. Yoda didn’t need the Force to tell him how Mace felt about the meeting.

“Dawdle we must not then.” Yoda said, getting to his feet with aid of his cane.

“Commander Thire will be picking us up.” Mace said, joining his teacher and friend as he walked back inside.

“Good, like that one I do.” Yoda said with a smirk. Thire always had good stories.

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[gospelofme]

Cara Dune’s Morning Routine

As requested by @catvilleanddogland 

Cara’s morning started off with a workout. Today was arm day. She had a set a free weights in her apartment that had perhaps been the best purchase she’s made. She started by making a protein shake, throwing all sorts of fruits and veggies into a blender with a scoop of chocolate protein powder. She had tried that raw egg thing, but she couldn’t get past the consistency.

After downing the shake she got to business, turning on some tunes. First, some light cardio. She spent twenty solid minutes punching the life out of her punching bag, the 150lb object swinging like it weighed nothing. This had always been something she could zone out to, she had easily spent an hour punching this bag before. But she needed to get through her workout today. After twenty minutes, she did some body weight push ups. She easily knocked out 50 of those and stood back up.

Now for the free weights. She looked at her set and went through a mental list of exercises she could do. She needed to make sure she worked all of the muscle groups. Bicep curls, tricep extensions, lateral raises, and shoulder presses should be good. Now for the weight amount. She would usually start at her maximum amount and then work her way down as she goes through the sets for a particular exercise. Maybe this week she’d see if she could set a new heavy single.

She went through the workout reps slowly, taking her time with each one. Sometimes explosive workouts where fun, but today she wanted to focus on form. She had never really had the traditional feminine body, she had always been someone who put on muscle easy. When she was a shock trooper, she often trained with the men. It was weird at first, but eventually she was just like another one of the guys. She spotted them, they spotted her. She helped them with their form, they did the same for her.

She had a saying, “start counting after it starts hurting.” In other words, to her the only reps that mattered were the ones that hurt to complete. She liked that feeling of muscle soreness. She completed her workout on time and felt better than she had when she started. It always worked that way. Sure she’d prefer to sleep in, but she knew this routine was important. Too many “just this once” moments and suddenly sleeping in is the routine.

She felt powerful when she looked in the mirror and saw all the hard work she’s done. She didn’t look down on the more feminine women, but she didn’t see herself as below them either. She knew she could do things they couldn’t. She turned on the shower, twisting the knob to hot. It wasn’t long before steam filled the room. Cara scrubbed up with some exfoliating body wash and lathered her hair with shampoo. There was a flowery scent to the shower products but she couldn’t place it. She checked the bottles but they didn’t say a anything specific. Oh well, at least it’s not overpowering, she thought.

After her shower, she dressed and made herself another protein shake to recover from her workout. After tossing the empty cup into the sink, she headed out to see what kind of work was available today. Something fun I hope.

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