#i love this dining hall

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

FIRST THE GREENS AND NOW CORNBREAD??? (its a little dry and not as sweet as I like but DAMM I am home)

[izzystizzys]

When the 212th collaborates with the 501st, chaos is sure to follow in their footsteps. This has been largely true of every engagement since the start of the war, in Cody’s experience. Had he even an ounce more of a rebellious streak, he might question why and whether the success rate is worth the feral instinct for mayhem his battalion and Rex’ awaken in each other - as it is, he simply fills out the after action reports and then screams into his pillow, which is hard as durasteel and doesn’t warrant the name.

Or, on some days, he steps into the training rooms to work off some nervous jitters only for his foot to catch on someone’s armoured shoulder and faceplant straight into what looks like the entirety of both battalions piled together in a massive cuddle pile.

“What”, he manages between gritted teeth, heaving himself up with one hand supported on Crys’ arm and the other planted in places that make Boil jackknife up with a strangled yelp, “the kriff is this?!”

“We’re watching the Corrie Reality Special, sir”, his own voice calls from somewhere across the room. “The 91st is passing by, so we have satellite access to the Coruscant Broadcast network for a few hours, and we couldn’t settle on a specific show -“

“- so we decided to watch them all”, Rex finishes, sheepishly, where he’s fought his way through wiggling piles, hoots and badly imitated monkey lizard noises. The thought that he shares DNA with these degenerates is enough to drive Cody to the brink of a nervous breakdown some days. “Spopcorn?”

Ah. The Corrie Reality Circuit. When Cody first heard of it, he’d thought it was a prank. Then, they were deployed to the middle of bumkriff nowhere on the edges of Midrim space edging on Outer Rim, with a connection so spotty even classified military intel only got through about half the time, and the whole idea got shelved in favour of clankers and keeping his General’s lightsaber in his General’s hand where it belonged.

Now, a gaudy, glittery monstrosity of a logo announcing a Coruscant Rotational special appears on a rigged up screen, which means one of two things: either Fox is pulling the Galaxy’s greatest long con on all of them, or he’s been murdered and replaced with an evil clone (ha!), because there are no circumstances in which he would agree to star on Coruscant Reality TV.

Cody tilts his head consideringly. Rex smiles at him sheepishly. Tilts the spopcorn bowl at him, invitingly.

“Oh, dank farrik, sit your shebs down!”, someone (Fives, probably) yells out, fed-up…ly.

Cody sits his shebs down.

“Good morning and welcome all of Coruscant to the Great Coruscant Rotational Special: Our Boys in Red Edition!”, a bright red Twi’leki man announces on the screen amidst cheerful jizz music and loud hooting from the training room. “My name is Braham Horton, and I will be your exalted host for this fine, fine late night cycle!”

“And now, gentlebeings of the metropolis, I present to you the images that have driven us all to laughter, joy, and even tears at times over these past few weeks - whodathunkit, that the CSF media project would enthrall a whole Galaxy of viewers and cause the largest recorded peaceful civil protest of all time?!”

“The sorry what now”, says Cody, suddenly thinking back to the urgent meeting General Kenobi was currently in with Generals Windu and Yoda - passing by on the Venator in orbit. “Uhm”, says Rex. Braham Horton, unfazed by the commotion he’s causing lightyears away, chatters on.

“- many hours, so we’ve compiled an introductory little best-of for you, exalted viewers! And what better best of to start off on than the hottest entry of the most explosive bombshell into the villa - please give it up for Commander Thorn and how he stole all of our hearts on Love Island!”

A garish, club-tech jingle Cody has so far only heard buzz through the walls of establishments that generally didn’t allow clones thrums through the training room, followed by what can only be described as the sort of noises spiced up banthas might make. Thorn appears on screen, more oiled up and half-naked than Cody remembers, though just as bleach-blond, hair slightly longer than regulation and smile blindingly perfect.

“I’m Commander Thorn, baseline twenty-four years humanoid - during daytime I might be the scourge of Coruscant’s criminal underworld, but at night I don’t mind playing good cop for you!” He punctuates it woth a sleazy wink and fingerblasters that have Rex honest-to-god gagging, and Cody seeing his life flash before his eyes. If Alpha-17 finds out about this…

Suddenly, Thorn’s smile drops in favour of what might almost be called a scowl on even his handsome face, and the music cuts out. “There, got your soundbyte. Can I go back now? I’m supposed to be on shift.” Indistinct, off-screen chatter and a captioned oopsie… appear in a shower of glitter. Thorn’s face does something complicated. “For HOW MANY MONTHS?!”

Cut to a montage of what Cody can only describe as beaches, oil and abs galore, Braham Horton narrates and extremely close-up shot of what Cody tries very hard not to identify as Thorn’s crotch. His own crotch, in a way. Oh no, that’s weird, stop that train of thought immediately-

“Although our favourite bombshell’s entry into the villa wasn’t without its hitches and hurdles-“, emphasized by a zoom-in on Thorn’s form in a speedo huddled away from a partying crowd of softcore-kriffing contestants on a yacht, “- as well as all know, he would soon find his place in the villa - or places, rather!”

Two crying humanoid women appear on screen, with eyeliner smudges down to their knees. A hoot goes through the room. Cody watches with a sense of impeding doom. “You slept with her after I chose to match up with you instead of Chad?! How could you!”

Thorn, still oiled up with both blasters out for the world to see, winces. “I didn’t me-“

A hysterical gasp, a camera swerve. Three more people stand by the doorway, all clutching their chests with wide eyes. A broad, green Twi’leki man raises a finger to point accusingly. “You were sleeping with them too?! I thought I was the only one!”

“Dear Force”, Cody murmurs, unable to look away from the building speeder wreck on screen. Braham Horton laughs good-naturedly at his misery. “Ah, good times! And who could forget the all-out brawl of the following matching night, where a record number of every single other contestant attempted to physically fight the others for the right to match up with Commander Thorn! Including a somehow returned Chad, who nearly won thanks to the element of surprise. I wish we could show the footage, but then we’d have to slap several warnings on it and probably still get taken off the air.”

“I didn’t know Corries kriffed like that!”, someone (Fives, let’s be honest, it was definitely Fives) calls out into the room, receiving snickers and a well-aimed pillow to the throat for his trouble. He goes down with a choking scream.

“Someone who was less impressed by the hot’n bothered beach weather was Commander Thire, who found himself Less than Impressed by his co-contestants inability to keep it in their pants on Too Hot To Handle!”

Thire’s face, identical to Thorn’s in every way except the ones that matter, appears on screen. His black hair is cut in a cropped mohawk, arms folded over a button-up he’s carefully pieced together with… safety pins? Where are the buttons on it?

“These people are pathological and pathetic and I will spend not a second longer on this farce of an attempt at ‘entertainment show’”, says Thire, air-quotes so sharp they could cut stone. His scowl might be permanently etched into his face, Cody can’t tell. “Unlike literally everyone else, I have an actual job to do. Now move.”

A brief pause, in which cheerful jizz music plays over what is obviously a producer begging off-camera, followed by an eyeroll so hard it hurts Cody’s brain to watch. Thire throws his hands into the air in defeat, marching off into the sea behind him still fully clothed.

“When they didn’t find him until the last episode, I’ll admit, I thought he’d died too!”, Braham Horton cuts in cheerfully. “But would you look at his little lonely island lair - now that’s a fulfilled man, and too many coconuts for my taste! We’ve had to blur his hands out as he discovered the cameras just moments before these holos were taken, unfortunately. And, dear viewer, who could forget this exit-interview for the ages!”

A considerably more clothed Thire appears on screen, eyeing a microphone like he’s about to use it to stab out his own eyes. The reporter clears their throat in audible anxiety. “C-commander, how would you describe your reality experience in one word?”

“Demeaning”, says Thire, blandly.

Silence.

“Um, o-okay”, squeaks the reporter.

“Would you like some more words?”, asks a dead-eyed Thire.

“No, um, I think - I think we’re alright.”

“Because I have many words. Mostly for whoever the *bleep* thought this was a *bleep* good idea, and *bleeeeeeee-*”

“We’ve had to censor most of the Commander’s on-screen appearance, dear viewer, for your sensibilities”, says Braham Horton, eternally and painfully cheerful. “And speaking of sensibilities, who could forget Commander Stone honouring his name in several challenges on ‘I’m A Holostar - Get Me Out Of Here!’”

Soulful violin music fills the gym, overlaid with images of a bald vod Cody surmises must be Stone. Stone stares stonily into the void, glass of bright green something raised to his lips and already half-empty.

“Memorably, he downed a pint of acklay urine within seconds-“

Horrified screams are followed by an image of Stone chewing, yet another thousand-klick stare.

“- or when he ate Tauntaun anus -“

Rex doubles over gagging, and Cody slowly puts his handful of Spopcorn back down.

“- of course the ten minute worm-bath challenge cannot go unmentioned -“

“FORCE PLEASE NO!”, screams someone (Echo) tearfully. Commander Stone, buried to the chin in wiggling orange worms, looks less impressed.

“ - and who could forget his encounter with a horde of ginntho spiders and nests of vexis snakes!”

A remote goes sailing past the screen, missing by a mile, as images of Stone with his whole arm stuck in various boxes fly past. Someone is retching. It might be Cody.

“We would show the infamous butchery challenge wherein the Commander found himself drenched in nexu guts and sandworm brains, but once again, this is family friendly programming and we are not allowed. Nevertheless, a win well-deserved. And now, please welcome the one, the only, the awe-inspiring, the unbelievable: Marshall Commander Fox!”

Another Force-awful jingle, big, blocky letters, and Cody chokes on his own spit when Fox’s scowling face appears on screen. He’s thinner, greyer and angrier than the last time they saw eachother in person. Only the last one is really a surprise.

“I am neither naked nor afraid”, says Fox, arms crossed firmly, foot tapping impatiently on the ground. “I am, however, quickly losing my patience. Explain to me again the point of spending my valuable time undressing in the middle of bum-*bleep* nowhere on the Midrim instead of doing my job as the head of planetary security in the middle of a Galaxy-wide war?”

Several beats of silence follow. Fox grows less impressed with each. Cody knows that look well. Usually, it precedes handcuffs and a cold sonic blast to the face.

“Um… you signed a contract?”, says a producer’s voice uncertainly off-screen. Fox barks out a harsh laugh. “I’m legally classified as military property, my signature holds less weight than if I’d had one of the Guard’s massiffs shit on that contract for me.”

“Ouch!”, calls Crys.

“Gettim!”, adds Longshot.

“But… don’t you sign off military documents all the time for the Senate?”, sputters the producer.

Fox smiles with far to many teeth. It’s also a look Cody knows far too well, and even lightyears away it has a shudder going down his spine.

“Really makes you think about the technicalities of that definitely-not-slave-army, doesn’t it?”, he says, dryly.

“Although considerably less naked and afraid than all other contestants, Commander Fox left us with many memorable moments - such as when he saved the entire crew from an angry Acklay!”

Most of the next holovid is blurred out, though Cody can (unfortunately) guess at the why and how. So can most everyone else, judging by the collective groan.

“Down, boy”, says Fox, flatly, to a hissing Acklay twice his size. It rears its fanged head, and a shudder goes through the room. Fox simply crosses his arms and nails the beast with an unimpressed look. “You are making a fool of both of us. Cut it out.”

Chastised, the Acklay blinks at him, slowly lowering itself back down with a confused hiss.

“No kriffing wonder all the Corrie shinies are such hardasses”, mutters Rex, whom Cody is hard pressed to agree with. “I came from a tube and that look gave me daddy issues.”

“Yes, dear viewer, who could forget these heart-warming moments of good, quality television!”, sighs Braham Horton, dreamily. “Not Coruscant anytime soon, that’s for sure! We are now entering the twentieth rotation of the sit-in protest of a petition to allow the Commanders of the Coruscant Guard to compete on Dancing With The Planets, Coruscant Rotational’s epic dance competition!”

“Dear bum-kriffing Force”, whispers Rex, wide-eyed and awe-struck. “Does Fox know about this?!”

Cody, who’s already dialing the kriffer’s comm-code, wipes a singular tear from his eye. “Not a clue, but kriff, am I going to enjoy telling him.”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Snap, pls 😭 Thanks for the slaying ｡^‿^｡

FRANCESCA PL E A S E

[syninplays]

Finished the interior of Corinne Hall so thought I would share some pics 👉👈 - Here's the ground floor <3

[stergeon]

> Investigate the snacks.

You cut a bloody path to the snack table.

To your relief, it appears that there is still a decent selection of viable snacks of which you may partake. The apples and other such fruits do not impress you and are thankfully limited in quantity, but you are pleased to find there are a few slices of bread left, as well as dairy products, eggs, and varieties of flesh such as bacon and sausages. The MEATHEAD SQUAD must have yet to arrive from their training or whatever horrid things they get up to each morning. In further pleasant news, and to your immense satisfaction, there is also plenty of COFFEE.

You make to advance upon the spread when FERDINAND emits that excited noise you have learned to dread as a portent of pointings and palavering to come: DOROTHEA, it seems, is also here. How auspicious.

FERDINAND informs you that he intends to speak with her, and while he does not say so with his mouth, you are not yet so ravenous as to miss his implication that he would prefer for YOU to accompany him.

There is a fork in your path, and you would much prefer there was one in your hand. For FERDINAND (however undeserving he may be of your grace), you would consider making a brief—brief—brief—deviation from your road of choice.

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[velvetcake96]

I love husbands core!

[blue-likethebird]

One thing I always wished Heroes of Olympus had touched on more (even when I was a middle schooler who worshipped those books) is how absolutely fucking insane Percy must be from Frank and Hazel’s pov.

Like he was ready to murder Octavian for threatening Hazel when he’d known her for all of like, an hour. He called one of the most important gods in the Roman pantheon (who also happens to be Frank’s dad) a piece of shit to his face. He fought an entire legion solo and won. He also really likes blue food, has a pet hellhound the size of a truck, and his baby brother is a cyclops.

From their perspectives, an amnesiac nuclear bomb stumbled into the valley and decided he was their teen sitcom big brother now. He’s encouraging, protective, and he cracks stupid jokes but he’s still a weapon of mass destruction. He could wipe Camp Jupiter off the map without breaking a sweat. And they’re the ones he gave the trigger to. How insane must that be for two of the camp’s biggest outcasts?

[jewfrogs]

i had the thought 'i wish i had more trans friends' but all of my friends are trans they just dont live here

[rookedcrow]

good afternoon i've been thinking about this post since last night, and i would just like to state for the record that roo.k having grown up around / mentored by v.iago the poisoner extraordinaire ( tei.a keeps track of the cutlery he's poisoned ffs ) means that every fibre of her being should not trust anything consumable that she hasn't prepared herself, yet she willingly ( and happily ) accepts coffee and food from lucani.s without a second thought or batting an eyelash at it....

that level of trust is unheard of when it comes to the cr.ows ---- ( again, tei.a keeps lists of things that vi.ago has poisoned because poison and those two are like caw caw relationship goals ). rook never hesitates. ( yeah, okay, you could say he's not going to mess up his contract by poisoning the person he's meant to be aiding, sure. but that reasoning never crosses her mind. ) but that is a level of trust that is probably unheard of amongst the cro.ws. that is a hopelessly devoted  /  i literally trust you with my life level of trust. rook literally will still joke with v.iago -- a man who has known her her entire life and she considers her older brother -- when she sees him if he's given her the nice table settings or the nice table settings.

anyone at the lighthouse who didn't already know that r.ook was smitten with lucan.is would only have to watch her at mealtime to see just how bad she had it for him.

[fullscoreshenanigans]

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 2 Bonus Comic for Chapter 48)

In case anyone hasn’t seen it yet or needed a reminder of how much these two love their older brother and how much it hurt them to see him at his absolute lowest point.

[s-wave-entertainment]

Google Play search for E-Play free music software

I really have no idea what this is about.

...But I do know a little thing or two about the online webseries Murder Drones, which is available for absolutely free on www.youtube.com on the Glitch Productions channel!

Murder Drones is a comedy/horror 3D animated series with a total of 8 episodes, though currently only 7 are available to the public eye. Episode 8 is expected to release August 23rd, 2024. The time is currently unknown, but it is believed to be 6pm EST.

Murder Drones (sometimes referred to by fandom members as MD) follows main characters Uzi Doorman, Serial Designation N ("N"), and Serial Designation V ("V") as they attempt to-

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

little game: rank the movie mystique make-up/effects from best to worst (could also work with beast but he's in his blue form even less often than she is i feel like)

one thing i know for certain is that i wasn't a fan of DP's makeup. the bob had Potential as a concept but even that was too saturated with the blue they used for my liking (also not too big on the specks of black scales if im tbh. the lipstick isnt terrible tho. maybe. i think a dark red wouldve been better...)

tbh i think my favorite look for her in the movies was the beginning of FC with this bathroom bit

the colors are right for my eyes the scale look isn't too obvious but just there enough ... i think the white robe also adds to it if we talkin gettin to see her in her regular comic outfit if im tbh </3

in the og trilogy the blue they chose felt a little too dark and saturated for my liking: FC was a good middle ground for mystique looks + colors imo

all in all tho i wish 1.) they gave her clothes more often 2.) they weren't hellbent on slicking her hair back, it looks great loose .....

bonus opinion on beast's looks: Personally i like his Last Stand look more BUT i don't think the prequel makeup's terrible. he kinda looks juvenile but he's also not meant to be too old at this point either: it's just right to me

[fullmoondelinquent]

Guys working at an ice cream shop sounds really fun until it's yooper summer and there's six families crammed into your eensy weensy lobby and there's only two of you working behind the counter. Also you have to memorize the orders lest you embarass yourself asking them "I'm sorry sir, what did you want?" (literally the WORST).

Also it's old fashioned as HELL in there. Cash only. There's an ATM but it has some crazy upcharge. I actually love cash but JESUS I am so bad at getting the prices down into the calculator (I just don't have them memorized yet.... it will come). Terrifying sitting there with some Marine Corps vet staring over your shoulder.

[lovely-v]

So so ready to help with freshman orientation in a few days and pretend like I am not dying and decaying every day Sisyphean time loop style because of how terrified I am to be a senior with no job prospects

[todayisafridaynight]

daigo looks great in the new gameplay teaser clip rgg posted <3

[sharoscylla]

I love love love experiencing weird little microaggressions from people who can see that I'm physically disabled but assume I'm??? Not really disabled???? I love love love it. Unrelated I will begin inflicting macroaggressions on people.