#kallus is screwed

[cameoliob]

🗣📢📢 aaaaAAAAANNDDD NEXT UP TO THE PLATE IS ALEXSANDRRRR KALLUUUUSSSSSSS

[bikananjarrus]

rebelcaptain week

day 6: mission

rating: t

word count: 845

note: i have not written for these two in literal years, but i was possessed by the spirit of one jyn erso and wrote this in one sitting at work earlier this week. and i think it turned out all right!

dedicated to all my beloved rebelcaptain mutuals 💜

(i will put this on ao3 at some point, but for now it’s just here)

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“Mm, stay,” Jyn mumbled, half-asleep but quickly becoming more alert. Her hand caught Cassian’s wrist. It stopped him, but she didn’t pull hard enough to tug him back into bed like she wanted to. Because, despite her protests, she knew he had to go.

He twisted his hand to grasp her wrist back, thumb stroking along her forearm. He bent down and pressed a lingering kiss to her temple. “I want to,” he said, the syllables dragging a bit in a way that she knew he meant it. “But I have to go. Draven will have my ass if I’m late for deployment.”

“Screw Draven,” she grumbled. “I’ll kick his ass for making you leave this bed.”

Cassian chuckled, the sound still a little sleep-rough.

“Just five more minutes. Stay?”

What she really wanted to say was don’t leave. Don’t leave me.

This thing between them was still so new. Despite everything that had transpired 6, nearly 7, months ago getting the Death Star plans—this, this intimacy between them, was barely a month old. They’d both needed time to recover after Scarif. And Jyn needed extra time to realize that maybe, finally, she’d found somewhere safe. Somewhere where she could stay, where she was wanted. And not just by Cassian. But by Bodhi, by Chirrut and Baze, by other rebels on base.

On top of that, just after she’d dragged Cassian into her bunk for the first time a month ago, he’d been sent out on a Fulcrum mission. It hadn’t been a long one—five days max was the timeline. But on day two they’d lost contact with him, and Jyn had spent the remaining days sick to her stomach with worry.

She’d lashed out at Bodhi (and then promptly apologized when his brow furrowed in that way it did when he was upset). She’d nearly strangled Agent Kallus in the middle of his, well—brief briefing about Cassian’s mission, that ended with, “I can’t tell you more than that, Erso. It’s above your clearance level.”

Fucking clearance levels.

It’s what was keeping her from going on this mission with him now.

He’d returned from that last mission right on time, safe and sound. But this new mission would have him away for at least two weeks, maybe four. Maybe six. It was one of those where they wouldn’t really know how deep he would have to go until he got there. Wherever there was going to be.

Her clearance level prevented her from knowing that information too.

Like he knew all this swirling around in her head, Cassian relented, perching on the edge of the bed. He still had his hand clasped around hers.

“I’ll be careful, I promise.”

Not I’ll come back. Not I’ll be safe.

They both knew those promises weren’t guaranteed. But promising caution—so that, hopefully, he would come back to her—that was something he could do. Something that brought them both comfort.

Jyn nodded against the pillow. Then, shifting into a sitting position (she was awake now anyway, the worry spiking in her gut making her restless enough she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep). She let go of his hand long enough to reach for the chain around her neck.

“At least,” she said, pulling the kyber necklace over her head, “take this. I know you really shouldn’t, but…”

Cassian hesitated. She didn’t take offense—what had he just said about being careful? Anything—even something as seemingly trivial as a necklace—could tie him back to the Rebellion. And his dedication to the cause, to doing his job right, was just as strong as his attachment to her.

But she won out.

His palm opened and she poured the necklace into it.

She didn’t have Chirrut’s, or a true Jedi’s, level of belief in the Force. But she believed in it enough, believed in her mother’s promise, that she knew (hoped, rather; and what was stronger than hope?) that the kyber would keep him safe.

Cassian put the necklace on, touching the stone once where it rested just below his clavicle.

Glancing up at her in the dim of their quarters, he smiled softly. “Thank you.”

He couldn’t promise he’d return—that was the life they’d chosen.

But Jyn risked saying anyway, “I’m expecting you to bring that back to me.”

His smile grew. He leaned in and kissed her. His fingers brushing her jaw, Jyn sank into him, the kiss slow, lingering.

“Your five minutes are up,” he murmured as he pulled back, a wicked grin slanting across his face.

Jyn couldn’t help her own smile, even as she rolled her eyes. She gave his shoulder a light shove. “Okay, fine, fine. Go. Before I march down to ops and tell Draven you’re not going because I said so.”

With a fond laugh, he got up, grabbed his pack, and walked out without turning back. Jyn watched him go, long after the door had whooshed shut behind him.

Next time, she vowed. Next time she would be right there beside him.

[gia-batmm-crickle22]

(Rebels! Thranto AU)

Kallus: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Eli: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Thrawn walks in*

Eli: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

[somediyprojects]

DIY IKEA Bedside Chair

Project by Kate Pruitt:

when we decided to move our bedroom to a different room in the house, we no longer had the space for our old bedside tables. i decided to use an old chair because it was narrow enough and it looked pretty good. unfortunately, i lost two important things in the switch: a place for private things (my ‘goody’ drawer, so to speak, although mine just has a journal and some nail clippers…saucy!!) and surface space – even with a smaller bedside lamp i didn’t have much room. i loved the quirkiness of using a chair (i’ve seen in many home tours and it is always very charming), but i needed these problems solved. ikea to the rescue!!

i am majorly inspired by “odd” furniture designs, like this “tamp and lable” by florian kallus, so i decided to work over a simple pine chair to create a multi-purpose bedside table, complete with a drawer and swivel lamp! i splurged a bit on the new trål wall sconce ($16.99) because it looked so good with the chair, and i like that it rotates so i can change the angle when i am reading in bed. if you aren’t into the industrial look of this piece (my boyfriend called this franken-furniture, which i love), i hope you will at least take away the knowledge that adding a drawer to a chair (or anything) is remarkably easy, and cheap! the great thing about this design is that you can still use the chair for seating if you need to, you can even have a little light over your shoulder! i hope you like this one, i had a lot of fun making it. have fun!! –kate

materials: 1. ikea ivar chair 2. ikea trål sconce 3. ikea snodd knobs (or any knob you like) 3. wood box or crate or old drawer (must be 12″ wide and under 12″ long. i used this wood craft boxfrom michael’s craft store) 4. drill (with a 3/8″ thick drill bit) 5. drawer slides 10″ long (these come in packs of two and are available at most hardware stores. they come in many lengths) 6. 1″ wood screws (x2)

cost: ikea materials: $41 wood crate, box: free on hand, or $5 (at craft store) drawer slides: $5

time: 2-3 hours

instructions: 1. take the chair out of the box and connect the two side pieces with the back slats of the chair, according to the instructions. lay the seat on top, but do not attach.

2. take your drawer/box and slide under the seat in front to check the fit. the box from michael’s fit perfectly with the 12″ side as the front of the drawer.

3. take the drawer slides apart and attach the slides to the drawer according to the instructions that come with the drawer slides. you should have small screws included with the drawer slides that you can use. it’s okay if your drawer does not go the full length of the slides (my box was just 8″ wide, so 2″ of slide were extending on the back of the drawer). make the drawer slides flush with the front of your drawer, and screw in a couple places on each side to secure. you might want to add a piece of wood to the back for weight. i used the extra front panel piece of the chair that was left over.

4. now that your drawer has the slides attached, take the seat off the chair so the interior of the sides of the chair are exposed. attach the other two pieces of the drawer slides to the left and right side of the chair. make them flush with the top edge of the sides, so that they seat will be right on top of them and the drawer. you can put your drawer in while holding the sides to make sure you have them in the right place. a second person is useful here for this purpose.

5. screw the front of the drawer slides into the chair legs with one screw on each side. then screw in the back of each drawer slide with the 1″ screws (to account for the gap between the slide and the wood of the chair).

6. now that your drawer slides are in, your drawer should slide into them easily. you will notice that the front of the chair is adjustable in width, because the  seat hasn’t been attached yet. adjust their width so that the drawer is sliding in without any friction.

7. when you have the drawer in the right place and sliding properly, put the seat back on and screw in place using the screws that came with the chair. make sure the drawer still slides nicely when the seat is put in place.

8. drill a hole in the center of the front of the drawer and add the snodd knob. super cute! slide drawer back in place.

9. unwrap the sconce and read the directions for installation. it’s WAY too easy.

10. take the metal piece that attaches to the “wall” and screw it into the back of the top of the chair on the left side (or right, depending on which side of the bed your chair is going on)

11. slide the sconce piece onto the metal piece and add the pin to secure. add light bulb. if you want, you can staple the cord down the back of the chair to keep it neat, but it’s pretty easy to hide and tuck away also.

12. put next the bed and plug it in. hide goodies in drawer.

YOU’RE DONE!!

[spectres-fulcrum]

I don't have time now but Fresh Out The Slammer is SO Kallus and Zeb. Kallus leaving the Empire and it's winter, it's silent dinners and neglect, the years he dedicated to it, losing himself for it.

And his first call is to Zeb, his pretty baby. And he won't screw up the Rebellion now that he knows what's at stake.

And yeah. Time for the 2am surprise but this album is so surprising but I love it.

[laurelslegacy]

Just Soup

Moving back with my family has had some very positive things. I'm sobering up and my nephew (cosplays Ezra) came over to watch over me. I just had Zeb sick instead even though in the actual art... ah i question that now. anyhow per Zeb and Ezra interaction with a Rebels twist: Just Soup rated G, Dont like, dont read. time period is just after Kanan was blinded by Maul. and yeah spelling and grammar are not my strong suit but there's writing in voice and writing "properly". no Beta we die like clones.

Ezra screwed his eyes shut and put his hand over his ears. This is -exactly- what he never -ever- wanted to hear. Sure it was early morning but even he…“GAUH ZEB! Go use the refresher!” maybe mortifying the man would keep this from ever happening again.

The horace thick voice cracked out from below “y-yeah… M-maybe.”

Planting his face in his hands, he’d rather be fighting Darth Vader at this second in time rather than existing in this room. The heavy thud, almost retching cough that pulled from the Lasat now sprawled, still all his cloths on laid still panting half sprawled. He watched Zeb, the furball that prided open ship doors struggling to get at least to his hands and knees. “Hey, are you ok?”

“Yeh… no big deal, cold as Bahryn in here…” the large man made it to his feet, clinging toes the only thing that kept his shivering and swaying form upright.

“No big deal as Siths ass!” Ezra was off of the top bunk in a swift move and grabbed Zeb by the armor he still wore before he fell again. “You sound like you just ran from a herd of Bantha!”

“Naw, feel like they trampled me… I’m fine kid, hot sonic ‘n I’ll be good.”

“Are you having a hard time breathing?”

Zeb looked with a dropped exhausted face, the light bulb slow to flicker on. “Lasat pant, we don't sweat like the lot o’ ya.”

“Sooo, you’re sweating but you said you feel cold…Karabast you’ve got a cold” They both staggered as Zeb lost his footing for a moment.

“‘M fine. Just a hot sonic…” He mumbled his head bobbing a little, the cough that ran through Zeb’s throat as the Lasat covered his mouth still coughing and nearly sounding like he was going to wretch once more. The sudden movement moved both of them to slam against the wall by the door.

“No! To bed! I’ll get a medic!” the young Jedi was actually shocked how easily Zeb turned with him to head back to the bunk.

“Mmm maybe a bit m’re sleep… but no Medic.” Zeb dis his weakest growl at the Jedi, turning his head to only glower with the same intensity.  He did however let Ezra help him back to the bunk where he collapsed with a heavy thud of fur and armor.

“Ok, well, stay here, dont move!” Ezra was out the door before he could hear Zeb’s reply of ‘no problem kid.’

“Ok, now at least take off your bracers, you’ll feel warmer in moments I promise!” The Jedi sounded pleased with himself. He didn’t even get a look or retort from the panting Zeb, the man just took his bracers off and in an unusual way just dropped them on the ground. Only when Ezra put the first blanket on did Zeb’s lowered ear twitch and a slit of a green eye looked out to him. “I’m gunna make you a purrito first!” and proceeded to throw more blankets over him and tuck Zeb into one mass pile of blankets. “Ok, now don’t move!”

Zeb only moved to use his toes to pull the blankets over them tucking in, not sleeping but his mind static.

Ezra was out in the hall, paused at Kanan’s door, drooping a little. Should he tell him that Zeb’s sick? He’d still care that his friend was ill right? Ezra scowled lightly and turned instead of Hera’s room-empty. Karabast, he could do this himself anyway, did it for so many years of his life. Alone… Zeb knew what that was like and after all hadn’t Zeb always been there for the rest of them? Well, aside from that one time with Agent Kallus.

Ezra ran to the makeshift mess "hall" on Atollon popping into the kitchen so fast he startled a single cook. “Hey, do we have any broth or something that could be made into one? Like a bone broth? And some ginger or something like it?”

Startled into compliance the rebel turned, a small slip of a girl who rummaged through the crates turned on their sides to be a sort of shelving. “I um, I think we do! But Ginger? No but we have gro’jehger its like a wookie form of ginger.”

“Perfect! Oh and Water jugs!”

The slip of the girl turned as she reached for something in the back of a crate that was stacked too high for her fingers to grab what she was trying to get. “W-what do you need all this for?”

“Soup! Well a broth soup. I have a friend that’s taken ill and needs some, we need everyone on the base in top shape after all.” He gave a charming grin to the Rebel girl, giving her the slightest lift to reach whatever she was looking for.

“AH! Got it!” she may have not even noticed the use of Force so focused on getting the ingredients. “Well if they’re sick, they should be isolated, an illness at this base could…”

Waving his hand as if erasing her words “Don’t worry, we have them isolated on the Ghost. I’ll com Hera and let her know.”

“What about you and the rest of your crew?” She handed Ezra the supplies.

Arms full of a small box of broth powder and the root in hand he grinned “We’re the Specters, nothing can catch us, not even a cold!” and he was off running again. He knew Lasat’s blood was different, maybe they wouldn’t be able to catch it. Yet a virus could mutate… he’d Com Hera when he got back to the Ghost.

Maybe he should make enough for all of them, just in case. Ezra thought it through as he rummaged through their measly selection of spices and herbs. Cayenne powder, just enough to warm from the inside. Dash of salt for the sweating…. If Zeb even needed it. He chopped both some onion and the gro’jehger root into tiny little  flakes the best he could with his knife. 

The young Jedi chuckled to himself with a passing thought of using his lightsaber for the job but then it’d be smoked onion and gro’jehge! He dumps some of the power, stirring it all together. Ok, time to face the Loth-Wolf… “Hey Hera can you hear me?”

“Not the best time Ezra. May I com you back?” Hera’s voice wobbled through the com line.

“Well, rather you not. I’m trying to keep this private but it won't last too long, Promise!” He used the “son begging for a Loth-cat voice.

The sigh from Hera was audible through the com, she excused herself for a moment speaking quietly “Alright Ezra, what’s wrong?”

“Zeb’s sick.”

“Zeb?!” Hera exclaimed and then cleared her throat, returning to a low tone. “He’s never sick! When did he get sick? What is it?”

“I’m a Jedi Hera, not a doctor. This is why I need you to find out if viruses are picky about, you know, blood types or what not. If not we have a situation that hopefully isn’t terrible, but it did take Zeb down. If it’s not then the base is ok. I’m not sure how to ask the question without … you know embarrassing Zeb.” Ezra spoke, fingertips above the water to make sure it was hot enough.

“I, I donno, I’ll ask one of the med droids, they typically don’t spread others information. I’ll sleep in the Phantom tonight Just in case, but you!”

“Yeah, I’m staying in there with him. Got some soup and will take a jug of water with me. I got this!” Ezra was grinning at his self sufficiency.

“And… and Kanan?” Hera’s voice was hesitant.

“Hasn’t left his room” Ezra winced as the words came out with more vinegar than he wanted “He’s safe, anyhow I have a large Purrito to tend to! I’ll com if I need anything!  Ezra out.” He winced at his slipup closing the com fast so he didn't have to hear the reaction.

With a sigh he put his com on his belt plucking up two mugs, putting a ladle in the pot and used the Force to carry the two jugs of water back to his and Zeb’s room. He put the jugs down  on the stool table first then the soup and mugs. Glancing over to see Zeb shivering and still panting hard. Furrowing his brow Ezra turns back to the soup and ladles out some into a Mug and squats down next to Zeb “Hey… Zeb. Zeb?”

“Not asleep just closin m’ eyes.” the voice graveled out from under the blankets now pulled almost completely over his head, his ears giving a twitch.

“Good cause sit up, I brought you something to eat.” The Jedi held out the mug within Zeb’s reach.

“Hnngh no.”

“What do you mean no, I made this myself!”

“Then without a doubt no.” 

“ZeeeeEEEeeeeb C’mon, you need to eat something! When was the last time you ate something?” Ezra leaned in closer, was about to use the Force on this stubborn Lasat.

Zeb slowly arose from the blankets, a light hurk and he stopped moving for a moment before continuing to sit somewhat upright. A deep chested grumble from his throat, bottom lip protruding with the displeasure. He took the cup from Ezra, wary of that smile and took a sniff of it. 

“Careful it’s hot.”

Zeb took a slow sip and reacted quickly and immediately regretted it. Ezra was there to help steady the cup but Zeb had his tongue hanging from his mouth as if that would cool it faster.

Laughing Ezra teased “Have a cat’s tongue then? I told you it was hot!”

Zeb sulked, his fur raising in embarrassment or annoyance. As if to respond to Ezra’s earlier comment his stomach lets out a growl and Zeb’s ears flatten immediately. 

Again Ezra starts to laugh, standing to get himself a small cup of the broth. When he sits down Zeb has a much different look on his face, a small smile, soft-happy. “What?”

“Good ta hear ya laugh again. Been a while.”

It was Ezra’s turn to half sulk, the smile melting from his face “Yeah well you know why.”

Blowing on the cup a little to cool it down. “I do, still ain’t yer fault. Ya can think it is all ya want but ya got t….” Zeb started coughing again and once more Ezra saved the broth from spilling into his lap.

“Got to shut up.” the boy raised a brow.

“No…”Zeb squeezed out from a tight throat.

“No no not me, you. Drink some broth then lecture me.” Ezra’s lip upturned in a smirk.

With a Snort Zeb turned back to his cup taking a slow small sip of it. He paused and looked at the cup as if it had something magical in it. One more sip before saying with surprise “it’s good” oh and by the Ashla it felt wonderful on his throat and empty stomach.

“I know a thing or two.” The boy smiled and leaned back. “You should lay down after you finish that cup. Sleep always helps.”His smile widened.

“Aye aye Lieutenant sir.”

Ezra was pulled away from his data pad as the com chimed. “Ezra here.”

“It’s Hera, we’re in the clear. It appears that even a simple cold cant pass from one protein based blood type to the next. It’s just not genetically compatible much like someone like Zeb wouldn’t be able to have a child with a human woman, the protein binders are all wrong.” her voice had notes of relief in it.

“Oh good, cause we, well… Zeb drank most of the broth and that cook might throw a few pans at me if I startle her again to make more.”Ezra gave a whole body one laugh.

“How’s he doing?” Concern replaced the relief.

“Better.” the gruff voice called from below.

“You hear that?”

“Yes, glad you’re doing better Garazeb. You continue to get some rest, we’ll see how you’re doing tomorrow. I’m not going to take my chances, I’m still going to go sleep in the Phantom tonight.” Hera’s voice had a small tease to it.

“Don’t blame ya.” Zeb chuckled. “Might be worth it though for whatever that was Ezra made.” He leaned forward and looked up at Ezra. Ezra able to smile back, losing that smile quickly as Zeb started coughing again with that hurk.

“Oh Karabast gotta go!” Ezra was off the bed and grabbing the empty pot and shoving it in Zeb’s hands just in time. Ezra’s stomach twisted and he was able to fight down the gag reflex.

Zeb groaned “tasty soup too” mournfully he looked at the bucket.”Gotta use the Fresher anyhow since its safe.” He rose to head out the door, this time not wobbling anywhere near as much.

“Alright, and Zeb…” a small mischievous smirk started in his eyes.

Zeb stopped turning slightly.

Ezra licked his lips as if trying to swallow the laugh “You purr really loud when you’re a purrito…” The laugh still broke free.

PerCharacter Zeb gave him a gruff scowl and promptly headed out the door, where that scowl turned to a smile. It was good to have Ezra… That Ezra back.

[ecmlol]

Ok so why do I have this idea about zeb and Kallus being on the new home planet as room mates and everyone looks at zeb and thinks he should have as many kids as he can and Kallus feels like it his responsibility to help seeing he killed so many . So they basically date a lot of women to see who would make a great partner and mother and both men just want to be together. So they stop dating just screw or donating sperm to get the job done . And it works when the first child of Kallus is born the mother leaves it at the hospital because the child too human and Kallus decides to raise his son by himself but zeb refuses to let him do it by himself. So they become parents to a very purple hair baby and they grow into a couple and then into a relationship and then married !zeb has like 29 kids and Kallus goes to have 12 but only two look super human and are give back to him to raise with zeb.

[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

Yesterday night while I was playing D&D (or rather screwing around since I still do not understand the game in the slightest) I had a vision

Kallus’s Fulcrum symbol ;-;

I also put it on my deranged RedBubble because I am a fool like that

[kalluzeb4later]

Writing Kalluzeb Every Day for a Year - Day 4

Idea: (screw it, continuing Lasat!Kallus and Human!Zeb visiting. Human Kallus and Gara (human!Zeb) are watching Zeb and Zandr dance around each other with mixed results. Everyone's gonna learn a little something today)

The Ghost wasn't built with two full sized lasat males in mind.

Zeb and Zandr glanced up to see the other coming down a hallway and stopped short. Both tried to get out of each others way; Zandr blushing and clearing his throat, Zeb chuckling nervously and offering a small apology; instead they both stepped aside ...to the same side.

From there it was a silly dance of trying to accommodate the other, making things worse, and ending up chest to chest in the middle squeezing to get past each other.

Zandr had a mild panic attack when they tried to squeeze past each other, front to front, and some clasp of his caught on Zeb's suit. They had to spend an embarrassing amount of time forehead to forehead getting unstuck.

Once freed, Zandr did his best to bolt before his fur turned red and stayed that way.

Zeb watch him go before turning back the direction he was heading in the first place, scratching the back of his head the way he does when something has him off kilter.

Kallus and Gara had seen the whole thing .

It was a little painful to watch... any version of himself behave so obviously about an attraction, but the fact it seemed Zeb might be interested with a little nudge, well, Kallus tried not to dwell on it.

It was a matter of time before something gave and the two would act on their mutual draw to each other and then.... well, who knew after that.

It wasn't his business so-

"So how long do you think it'll take them?" Gara asked.

Kallus sighed. "That's not really our business... but I'm sure it won't be long now." Kallus turned away trying to end the topic but Gara wasn't finished since he followed after him.

"Well, do you think it'll be, I don't know, permanent?" Gara asked with an odd tone in his voice.

Kallus stopped. He hadn't thought about that. What if Zandr really fell for Zeb, and if Gara and Zeb really were a like; what if Zeb wasn't interested? What if Zandr got his feelings hurt, twice, by the same man in two different forms? He felt some pity for Zandr and gratitude that he wouldn't allow that to be him.

But what if Zandr fell for Zeb and Zeb fell for Zandr? Because they're both lasat?

To think, if he'd been born just a bit different... wait, a minute.

"Would that be so bad? Or surprising?" Kallus watched Gara carefully.

Gara shrugged and broke eye contact, "Nah, it'd be good for them. Lasat should stick close these days right? And if their lucky enough to fall in love, well..." Gara met Kallus' eyes with a sort of force conviction. "Then good for them."

Kallus raised an incredulous eyebrow while turning to face Gara fully. "Worried you've lost you're bed partner already to a prettier face? Zeb is quite handsome for lasat, from what I've read. Something about "tall, dark, prominent stripes, and facial hair" being very desirable."

Gara huffed, "Nah, I'm not worried about that. It's just, y'know. It'll change things and... I wonder who's gonna end up where."

Kallus did not want to think about that.

"I wouldn't worry about it. If you and Zeb are alike much, there won't be interest in anything permanent and everyone will go back their separate ways." Kallus tried to believe that was true and turned to continue walking away.

Gara perked up. "Yeah you're probably right... wait... what do you mean if he and I are alike?"

Kallus took a deep breath and let out a long suffering sigh. He didn't want to talk about this topic, didn't want to think about it, didn't want to think about his place in it but it seems he wasn't going to be allowed out of it.

"You and Zandr have a sort of open relationship, yes? You are reliable partners but not anything more. They may pair up for the novelty of meeting another lasat and come to the same agreement and your usual partner will still be available to you again."

Gara's face twisted a bit.

"What is that?" Kallus asked.

"What is what?" Gara asked, clueless.

"That face."

"Oh, uh, its just..."

"... just?"

"You're so short."

Kallus glared. "We're the same height!"

(please tell me of any spelling errors)

[autistic-ben-tennyson]

I recently left the pro Jedi fandom as I realized how much of an asshole I was being. Now that I am no longer part of it, I feel more comfortable sharing my feelings on this arc and the Jedi stans. Many of them claim to be progressive and pro restorative justice over harsh punishment but are quick to defend the Jedi sending a child to execution by claiming she made herself look bad. Ahsoka was a scared teenager who was just doing what she thought would help her. Her working with Ventress isn’t proof of her being bad in my opinion as Obi Wan worked with Bo Katan and the Jedi were willing to work with Jabba.

Going off their fake progressive attitude towards justice, many of them are very puritanical towards redemption and want characters they hate like Anakin to suffer more. I still don’t like him that much but he suffered enough considering everything that happened to him. They make an exception for Reva despite her doing a lot of horrible things herself. Many of them hate Kallus and Crosshair getting redeemed as they didn’t “deserve it”. Forgiveness is earned but redemption is for anyone who wants to change and do better. Zeb had every right to hate Kallus but he chose to forgive him and make him part of the family.

In every case, they would rather blame the people wronged by the council than admit they screwed up. Anakin was just greedy for not telling them his fears when they did little to provide a safe space. Slick was just lying and was wrong for lashing out about the oppression of the clones. Ahsoka should have just stayed put and was wrong for feeling hurt in their eyes. They really do believe that only victims that are “pure” deserve love or sympathy. I relate to some villainous or problematic characters myself who went through trauma or abuse which is why I don’t like the idea of “they did bad things so they deserve to suffer”.

I usually like to talk about star wars in general and I don´t like to demonize any character be it one of my faves or not but tbh some fan takes really make me mad, takes like:

"Ahsoka wasn´t being fair in her judgment of the Order"

I am like "The Jedi Council, Obi-Wan and Plo Koon included" sentenced her to face a military trial that most definitely was going to end in her execution.

Again, a 16 year old whose only support/family/people she knew in her life abandoned her to be executed by the goverment she fought for three years as a child soldier.

Sorry but considering this, any take she has on the Order, the obvious love she still has for Jedi´s ways, people and life but also the criticism is completely valid on her part and she should say it, in fact I believe she was quite calm in her reaction considering all of that.

Same with her warm dedication to Anakin´s memory as her "older brother" you know given he was the ONLY ONE who thought about getting her a lawyer and solve the mystery to keep her from being executed by their own government, he was her master and treated her like actual family and didn´t break his links with her after the Order expelled her on circunstancial evidence or thought she was wrong for leaving after all of that like Obi-Wan did.

There´s Jedi unreasonable hate and there is reasonable, based in the story criticism and this is part of it.

Another fandom take that really gets on my nerves is:

Anakin was a child problem for loving his Mom, his Mom was like a Jedi and understood she had to "let go of him"

I am like: Shmi was a literal slave whose only way to keep Anakin from sharing the same fate as her was to give him up to a bunch of strangers, Shmi didn´t know anything about the Jedi but knew being free was better for Anakin than being a slave.

Anakin loving his mother and missing her isn´t attachment, it´s normal for a 9 year old to miss his mother, he also had a right to be mad with the republic for allowing slavery out of convenience and with the Jedi for supporting the republic on this instance because it wasn´t jedi bussines.

"Anakin was an incompetent leader"

Anakin was one of the best Jedi leaders out there in the clone wars, that´s why He and Obi-Wan got the harder missions dealing with Grievous, who killed a lot of Jedi or Count Dooku who also killed Jedi.

He got the moniker "hero without fear" out of the sheer victories he got for the republic and the many planets he helped free from separatist attacks, he also established training for what would become the first cells of the rebel alliance.

He wasn´t just a competent leader, he was a brilliant general, recognized by his enemies and friends alike.

"The clones are not a slave army"

The Clones were purchased with republic credits by a Jedi Master, that makes both the Republic and the Jedi Order their owners, this is canon in Attack of the Clones and in the Clone wars.

They dont get a salary because they are merchandise, property of the republic and the Jedi Order.

The Jedi Order didn´t know about the purchase but the fact they didn´t say anything post fact about the clones being slaves doesn´t give them a good look as "peace keepers to the galaxy" they were more, in this instance, supporters of the status quo.

And no, nothing of this makes valid Order 66, the Jedi Order didn´t deserve to be anhiliated for all of this but the Jedi Order definitely were a flawed organization made up of people with virtues and flaws who unfortunately supported blindly a corrupt system. The Republic was the mother of the Empire after all.

I feel like sharing some of my problems with fandom takes, rant over :)

[spectres-fulcrum]

According to this tweet by Mac, the Star Wars Timelines book(which I forgot I preordered for at Christmastime <3) confirms Thrawn and Eli met in 14 BBY. It's a year later then how I processed the timeline, but that works. There was wiggle room.

They couldn't have moved it back any further without screwing up the Tarkin novel as Thrawn refers to Tarkin as Grand Moff during his days aboard the Bloodcrow so fairly early on and that was set 14 BBY. Edit: to clarify, Tarkin was elevated from moff to grand moff in the Tarkin novel so that scene has to take place after the end of the Tarkin novel. I knew he spent a few years in exile but 4 seems like a lot.

The main thing it means is that Azadi was removed as governor way longer after the Bridgers were captured, I'm noticing as I scroll through my timeline notes. Which makes sense. He had the abilities to hide stuff longer than they did.

Those were my main two sticking points in the canon timeline, oddly enough.

Also if they're saying 14 bby for meet and 11 bby to get the chimaera, when Eli himself says they've been together "nearly four years" they definitely got the chimaera at the end of the year and met in early 14 BBY. Cause my year previous timeline had them getting the Chimaera early 11 BBY.

Now I need to reread for timeline again. But I feel like Eli starting the Academy in 18 BBY makes a bit more sense, it gives the Vantos a bit of time to scope out the Empire and decide to go that route AND it fixes my awkward problem of in my headcanon Kallus graduates the same year cause now they're a year below him and Kallus is definitely part of the first graduating class because his university is kinda taken over by Royal Imperial and all the non human professors were killed.

But Thrawn is still born 57 BBY :<

[darth-rhiannon]

I'm having too much fun, someone pls take my pens away

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Every. Single. Disgusting. Little. Detail.

Through Imperial Eyes: Aftermath.

[heartsoulrocknroll]

How do I get through this, my very last week of P3 classes and exams, when I have room in my brain for nothing other than Kallus and Zeb? 

[emmuffinwrites]

I'm rewatching Rebels and I forgot how scary Vader appearing was.

Like you know they're desperate when they call in the angreist/traumatized cyborg to take care of a small batch of rebels.

Even Agent Kallus was struck with fear the first time he saw Vader! He was like "holy crap who the hell is that?!"

Like, the reveal of Mustafar being Kanan's worse nightmare was scary, but Vader coming in was terrifying. Your heart drops because you know they're screwed. You know that once that man comes it is on sight. He's not going to hold back. He's not going to go "oh you rotten kids! I'll have to try harder next time!" No, he's going to do everything in his power to stop them. He's going to keep pushing and breaking them until they fully break. Until they fully realize what kind of beast has been told to chase them. He's not going to give them mercy. He doesn't know what that is. It was never granted to him.

[kanansdume]

You know, somehow, I did not expect to come out of this rewatch actually having an appreciation for Vizago and realizing that Vizago actually fulfills the same narrative positions as both Hondo AND Kallus and manages it BETTER than both of them.

Vizago has a whole redemption arc of his own. He starts off selfish and unkind and only helps Ezra and the crew find Kanan when Ezra reveals that they’re both Jedi and Vizago recognizes the value of having a Jedi (in training) owe him a favor. But when Ezra later COMES THROUGH, it seems to change Vizago’s outlook a little and his very bloated attitude towards the Ghost crew that we see earlier on season one where he’s constantly screwing them over goes away a little. Ezra came through for Vizago, and yes, he’d owed Vizago a favor, but Vizago clearly didn’t entirely expect Ezra to do so. So it’s a pleasant surprise and causes Vizago to actually start looking at Ezra as something of a friend. To the point that when the Ghost crew needs someone to smuggle them back onto Lothal, Vizago agrees to stick his neck out to do so and it gets him big trouble and actually gets abandoned on Lothal by the crew. When they find him again, he thinks they’re there to rescue him and is understandably disappointed when he realizes they’re not, but the Ghost team has started to realize they can count on Vizago and do so once more and it pays off. Vizago never turned them in to the Empire despite being forced to do hard manual labor and even when discovering they had forgotten about him and abandoned him, still agrees to help them out and ultimately helps join their Rebellion until the end. He never leaves to do his own thing, he never just saves himself.

Vizago is a smuggler, a no-good thief, who is willing to help out a good cause for a price. Much like Ezra was when we first meet him. In this way, he parallels Ezra in the same way Hondo does, he’s selfish and out for his own gains all the time, unwilling to help anyone unless there’s something in it for him. Unlike Hondo, Vizago actually also has a connection to Lothal and becomes less annoying over time which makes his connection to Ezra more meaningful.

But through his connection to Ezra specifically, Vizago learns to be less self-serving and actually put himself out there to help other people because Ezra gives him reason to trust in the value of friendship. Like Kallus, Vizago starts off as a minor antagonist that’s pretty thoroughly unlikable and even dangerous to the Ghost crew, who has a single episode where he’s relying on one of the Ghost crew to save him and this experience changes his entire outlook. Unlike Kallus, I actually buy it with Vizago because Vizago’s crimes as presented in earlier seasons are fairly minor, he has less to redeem himself FOR generally, so he needs less time to believably turn around.

What an unexpected treat to get out of this rewatch!