#fifth year days

[savingsallow]

val used to hate garreth with a burning passion

garreth on the other hand...

look at how his expression shifted, and man, he looks so happy to see her 🥹❤️‍🔥

then she's just there like...

🧠: i just want to get some sleep already 😑

[kebriones]

She's yearning and contemplating.

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[almond-gallery]

extremely late barricade day post. barricade month

[zytes]

9.16.24 / 9.17.24 - september supermoon

[cozylittleartblog]

I GET ONE EVERY YEAR ????

[kyouka-supremacy]

Hi. I've calmed down a bit, and I think it's better if I just take a break from Tumblr for a while. Right now, I don't feel the fandom to be the same chill and safe space as I felt it to be, so I'd rather take some time until I can feel comfortable again with posting. All my side blogs will be on hiatus too. I'm terribly sorry for any discomfort this may cause.

A deep, wholehearted thank you to anyone who reached out in the last hours in replies, asks and dms to share their support and love. Seriously, you can't imagine how much it meant to me, how meaningful every single message I got was to me. Yesterday I was really believing my blog didn't bring anything but negativity and hatred to the community; thank you for reaching out to tell me I was able to share a little happiness, too. Words cannot express how indebted I am to you; you made me feel again like the posting I made on my blog was worth it, for you alone.

I don't think I'll deactivate for the time being. The temptation is still very strong, but I've poured so much time and dedication and love on this blog, I don't think it'd be fair to delete it. I hope in the future there'll still be people who my posts can make happy.

Lastly, I want to apologize once again to the people for whom my posts evoked so many negative sentiments. I know it's impossible to avoid, but I'm still sorry that happened. I apologize to you.

Please, be kind to each other. Make some ss/kk posts on my behalf while I'm away :)

[lemongrass77777-moved]

Sirius is such an icon. He literally just turned up at his “best friend’s” house with practically no warning to stay indefinitely, without talking to his “friend’s” parents first. Then, after they didn’t immediately tell him to fuck off, he started an affair with said friend, their only son, while they slept across the hall. I aspire to be that guy the way Sirius is that guy.

[425599167]

The deaths of Cere, Cordova, and Bode left the Mantis crew reeling, low on allies, and without a firm plan. A promising lead delivered through the Path drives them to free a Jedi master from imperial custody, and after losing so many friends and allies to Bode and the inquisitors, Cal is desperate to find all the help he can.

If they have a chance to rescue Master Luminara Unduli from the Empire, they can’t pass it up.

Droplets of rain made Merrin flinch as they hit her eyes. For the moment, the weather wasn’t too bad, only annoying. “Maybe I should go back in for something sturdier,” said Cal. “Your outfit is fine.” Merrin put on some goggles to protect her eyes from the wind and rain, items she’d learned to carry after that sandstorm on Jedha, then tossed a second pair to Cal. “If you wear a poncho out here, all that extra fabric, the wind will blow you away.” That wasn’t true, and Merrin knew it. Ponchos were flexible enough to withstand the wind, they were better than nothing, and Cal’s wardrobe included so many ponchos that surely one of them must be ideal for this environment. He was already gone when Merrin turned around. Though she did not favor ponchos, Merrin accepted Cal’s more pragmatic fashion choices. Better than him experimenting with haircuts again. When Cal returned, he wore the drabbest poncho yet, completely dark grey. Not uniformly dark grey, there were irregular splotches of slightly darker grey. Like grease stains. Perfectly suited for Irtisilia, with BD-1’s feet clinging tight to the fabric. “I brought one for you, too,” he said. “Oh...” Merrin’s mind raced to think of a plausible excuse not to wear it, to prove her jacket would be enough, but she felt the raindrops getting heavier. Then Cal unfurled the poncho, cut from rich red cloth with a black border, sharp black triangles accentuating the arms and neck. “Oh. Where did you find this one?” “Something Dendra had in stock.” Slipping on the poncho instantly protected Merrin from the surge in the rain. She felt much warmer, too. “With your invisibility magick, you don’t really need camouflage, so I thought you might like it.” “I do like it.”

I'm writing a new short story, just in time for @barrissday! This one crosses over with Jedi: Survivor, yet another instance of me putting Barriss with unrelated characters to prove how easy it is to do and how interesting the results are because she brings a lot to Star Wars despite being unused for over a decade. I know the description and excerpt don't suggest very much Barriss, but trust me. She's in there. She's watching.

[mxbeetlebug]

happy fifth year anniversary! i remain in hell

[padfoot-lupin77]

Lily: wait, I don’t get it, explain the joke

James: but if I explain it then it’s no longer funny

Lily: I doubt it’s funny anyway so get to explaining

[thefirststarr]

SPACEMAS DAY 8 ✨🪐🌎☄️☀️🌕

On December 4, periodic Comet 12P/Pons-Brooks was found sharing this telescopic field of view with Vega, alpha star of the northern constellation Lyra. As the fifth brightest star in Earth's night sky, Vega is 25 light-years away while the much fainter comet was about 21 light-minutes away. In recent months, outbursts have caused dramatic increases in brightness for the comet. A Halley-type comet, 12P/Pons-Brooks last visited the inner Solar System in 1954. Its next perihelion passage or closest approach to the Sun will be April 21, 2024. That's just two weeks after the April 8 total solar eclipse path crosses North America.

Image Credit: Dan Bartlett

[indig0-constellations]

I wore my Scoobynatural shirt to go vote for the first time today and made it a point to explain to both my parents the significance of desteil and November 5th to which they both gave me blank stares

[lanwangjihouse]

[some-sort-of-ecologist]

it's impossible to overestimate how many colours of the same beloved sweater I'll buy

[cerealmonster15]

i am once again. asking u to consider joining me in art fight this july