#it gives me so much joy

[cuttyflammm]

mp100 got me in a chokehold again

[reigningm4x]

Me every time I read about [insert character] loving on and kissing Max's lip freckle: FOR MEEEEEEEEE

[thrawns-backrest]

got the creative juices flowing today for a little bit and decided to say fuck it and write a scene I've been dying to write for ages. because who cares about continuity and spoilers

anyway enjoy more rebel!Caul AU, this is absolutely not the final version of this because I'm rusty as hell but I needed it to exist

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They’d had to take a ship up to the downed Destroyer’s command bridge – a smoking sparking wreck, stuck among tree detritus and debris and sprouting jutting beams and wires of its own like an organ ripped out of its socket.

Their way back had to be more subtle however, what with the sky above them still buzzing with TIEs. Still somewhat confused by what had happened they had only half mobilized, zooming around like angry wasps and attacking their fighters, and Caul would rather not draw their attention. With their carrier gone they would be no threat once they reached their auxiliary transports and headed for the safety of hyperspace.

Until then though they were in an active battlefield, he reminded himself. Even if it didn’t feel that way.

For all intents and purposes, they had already won. And with that thought he turned his gaze sideways over to their precious cargo – the presence that felt like a ball of plasma among them for all that it took up so little space.

Laurita Tohm sat with his back straight on the bench next to him, feet neatly placed together, cuffed hands resting primly in his lap and gaze fixed forward stoically. A sight that would’ve sent Caul’s blood boiling if it weren’t for his good mood. As it was he settled for feeling mildly irritated and let the feeling trickle down to the bottom of his gut, next to everything else he felt for his once classmate.

Laurita was the same as he’d always been. Caul hadn’t been sure what to expect after fifteen years of being apart but the man next to him was achingly familiar. He’d been shell-shocked and confused when they’d picked him off the floor of the command bridge, a trickle of blood streaming down his chin in thin snaking tendrils, only coherent enough to recognize Caul and barely reacting to the taunting directed at him afterwards.

‘You wanted to be part of a rebellion.’ Caul had smiled at him wryly, pulling him up by the elbow. ‘Now you’ll finally know what that’s like.’

By the time they’d dragged him over to the ground transports he seemed to have recovered completely, slipping into that glove of quiet imperious composure Caul knew so well.

He followed the curved rigid line of Laurita’s back, the unfocused, almost dead, look in that single brown eye. Stubborn. Condescending. Arrogant.

It made Caul want to throttle him.

“Say, Laurita,” he said abruptly in the quiet of the cabin, keeping his eyes on Yava’s deft fingers moving over the controls. Above them they could still hear the muffled sounds of the air battle above, the scream of laser fire and engines coming and going with whip-like noise.

He didn’t miss the way Laurita stiffened next to him, posture going impossibly tense.

“If my father hadn’t tried to reason with you that day, would you have killed him on the spot?” Caul mused quietly, his own thoughts going out of focus for a moment as he let them drift.

A single brown eye flitted over to him before hastily turning away again.

“I won’t deign that with a response.”

The rage that rushed through him was unexpected. And inexorable.

In the blink of an eye, he was grabbing the man next to him, fingers digging harshly into the flesh side of Laurita’s jaw, before he knew what he was doing. Yanking the other’s head down, at an angle he knew would hurt, he forced Laurita to finally look at him.

“You should have stayed in that fighter,” he spat with all the venom he could muster. He could feel Yava’s eyes on him but his world had narrowed down to a single point. Specks of dirt and blood on immaculate skin (the Empire had taken good care of its protégé) and the cold hateful look in Laurita’s eye.

“You should have died like the rest of your kin,” Laurita spat back with equal malice and the response managed to draw a chuckle from Caul, who pulled away to give him a better view of his face.

“I could say the same to you,” he shrugged and only had a split second to watch Laurita’s pupil dilate in rage before his gut exploded with pain and he found himself on the floor in front of the bench, clutching his midriff and trying to catch his breath.

Above him his men were holding back a furious Laurita, whose face finally reflected the same animalistic hate Caul saw in his eye.

That’s what you get for dicking around, he heard Yava’s voice in his head and rubbed the sore spot on his abdomen to ease some of the sting. At the front Yava’s copilot had reached for his blaster and Yava herself was shooting him anxious looks over the back of her seat.

Laurita’s knee had hit true, faster than he had expected it to, and by the looks of it he was rearing to do it again, upright and straining against the two men holding him back.

Well, he’d wanted to get a rise form him and he’d gotten it, Caul reasoned and stood up on shaking knees.

“It’s alright,” he waved a placating hand.

“He’s just feistier than he looks.”

[lexi-cology]

[chucapybara]

a piece for GINTUAN, our documentary submission for our college film festival;

from ginto ["gold"] and pintuan ["doorway"]

[smileymoth]

whoever made that stupid post abt jimmy and tommy being siblings i hate you bc that thought lives rent free in my head forever now. jim would be such a nice older sibling to tommy i think theyd get along so well and then theres grian who is so fucking bitter he got the only short gene of the family. hes so fucking MADDDD hes malding . theyd set up traps for each other too i think. grian vs jim and tommy

[creeperfont]

getting through my major by spelling it “fjorensics” on my daily schedule

[toboldlynerd]

gonna throw buddie back at ya for the bingo card 😌

Ok so, in my defense: they could have very well died in a heart-shaped pool of blood already (the shooting 👁️👄👁️) but I didn't even think about that until now….who allowed this?

Anyway, what I originally thought was that they are self-sacrificial idiots who love each other very much. They would die bloodied lovable hand in bloodied lovable hand! If it weren't for a certain Christopher in their life…,

That nearly made a bingo so my free space is: Love to make them hurt for the comfort (and happy ending) to be all the sweeter

[nina-scribbles]

in a sleepy mood; drew a sleepy girl <3

[sailforvalinor]

Hair is pink again, all is right with the world

[solroskajan]

:D

[ragsy]

big big big fan of found family relationships with shithead sibling dynamics

sure, yeah, they had no one in the world until they found each other, and they will fight tooth and nail for each other's safety, but they will also eat the last of the other's cereal and put the box back in the cabinet or tell the other's significant other every embarrassing story about them or greet each other by means of full body tackle and chokehold

[satans-codpiece]

Decepticons leaning, because why not

[tangerinesunbeam]

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[erabu-san]

POV : Cyno just did a joke. Redrawing a screenshot from the event !

[ennunanaiurov]

They stare

More Guild Wars 2 art cuz I love this game and the newest expansion is 10000/10 and because I miss Rytlock tbh