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I do actually really like the idea of Zeb finding out Kallus has feelings for him when they're being kept hostage by some ISB agent who is taunting Kallus about defecting and ruining his life. And of course they notice and comment on how weirdly protective of and attached to Zeb he seems. And they have this moment of grabbing Zeb's face in a rough manner to get a good look at him like "what is it with you and this Lasat?" Then they see how Kallus' claw clenches and go "oh, I see 😏 you're in love with him, aren't you" with a judgey smirk. Zeb is about to scoff at the absurdity when he notices Kallus looking deadly pale and being uncharacteristically quiet

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According to the company’s website, “Baking Pitchfest 2024” offers a product edition geared toward baking brands founded and owned by people of color across the U.S., and a bakery edition, which focuses on people of color-owned bakeries in the Northeast and Washington state. “Half mentorship, half competition, Baking Pitchfest is an accelerator program designed to foster greater inclusivity and creativity in the baking world by providing equitable opportunities for People of Color entrepreneurs,” the website states, adding that winners will receive financial support, mentorship, and exposure. But the initiative has generated outrage amongst conservatives online, who have blasted the competition eligibility rules as discriminatory against white people.

One X user critical of King Arthur Baking’s contest posted an email she received from the company in response to her complaining. “Helping build joyful, equitable communities that celebrate diversity is an important part of who we are as a company,” the email states, later adding: “We love baking with anyone and everyone. Our simple expectation is that everyone show respect for one another.”

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If your apology involves degrading yourself, calling yourself shit or insulting yourself, its not an apology, try again.

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the secret to writing good smut that doesn't feel like you're just repeating the same words for junk and fucking over and over is to spend your effort writing about everything happening around the sex and everything happening inside the heads of the people having sex and before you know it you have four paragraphs of introspection and two paragraphs describing the space and it's okay to use the word cock again

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man writing smut really is a balm for the soul I just cracked out 3000 words in one day

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the emails that find me well are unhinged ramblings from my best friend and notices from my local library telling me I can keep my books for another 2 weeks

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Okay fun little reblog game: reblog and put in the tags what character you associate w prev or reminds you of prev but you cannot use their icon

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Rewatching Star Trek TOS for the first time in like. Maybe between 18-15 years?* Because I convinced my fiancée to watch it with me**.

Somehow did NOT remember how much of a dry, sarcastic BITCH Jim Kirk is! In fandom/fanfic he’s so often portrayed as “the sunshine one”, and honestly gets portrayed with all his edges sanded off? But in the show he’s CUTTING, my GOD.

Sure, he’s also warm, polite, kind, charming. But when he’s stressed or angry, when someone is being insubordinate, or when the situation just calls for it, he’s such a bitch!

Tbh I’m finding him very compelling. He’s delightful. Get their fuckin’ ass, Jim.

* I don’t tend to rewatch shows at all. Alas.

** Had to ease her in with Lower Decks, but she loves Star Trek now.

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I desperately need more city-kid Kallus content lol. He grew up in a major metropolis! And I don't just mean lower levels Kallus, I mean, like, he's used to having his favorite bodega on the corner, he's used to sensible public transportation, he's used to different culinary styles and international (intergalactic?) food being available at midnight, stores being open 24/7 and within walking distance, thriving bars and clubs, etc.

Then he spends years in the military, so his lifestyle changes, but once he settles down into civilian life again and has to adjust to a whole different kind of civil living.

K: Oh, we're out of milk. I'm gonna run to the store, be right back

Z: …the stores are closed.

K: it's only 10?

Z: yeah, they close at 8.

K: …

Z: and they're an hour drive away, we live in the country

K: …oh..right.. yeah.

Z: hey we need to figure out what we need for winter

K: …I guess I could use a new winter hat…?

Z: no, like, for food. So we don't starve.

K: we can't go to the store?

Z: you wanna drive down that mountain road in when its covered in snow?

K: haha that noise sounds like a wild animal

Z: yeah, lets head inside

K: no, they wouldn't come this far into town

Z: ...babe...

K: *panicking*

I keep thinking about Kallus shoveling a driveway for the first time or, like, seeing a goat in real life for the first time. I think he'd like it, obviously, but going from a planet-wide city to a farmhouse has to be crazy.

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making every conversation into being about The Character with the same reliability and conviction of a youth pastor going “you know who else partied? our lord and savior”

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Me: We listen and we don’t judge

Also me:

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now THIS is podracing

(a lil painting inspired by @lesbianahsokatano‘s fic from the Legacies Entwined zine, thank you for the ahsoka visits tatooine brainrot 💖)

BONUS:

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Febuwhump Day 20: I did good, right?

Another take on how Hera and Kanan met Zeb.

Kanan leaned over Hera's shoulder, keeping most of his body behind the shed where they were hiding. "I don't think we can help these people."

Hera's sigh vanished under the tramp of stormtrooper boots on the packed gray sand of this little mining outpost's main street. "Our original plan won't work, that's for sure."

She pushed Kanan back with a hand on his chest until the shed fully hid both of them. "We'll go back to the Ghost and wait for nightfall." Hera nodded toward the flat patch of sand between gray dunes where she'd landed the Ghost, out of the locals' sight, just in case of a situation like this one. "Then we can sneak back here and find someone to tell us what resources the people have to defend themselves with."

"Against that many stormtroopers?" Kanan pointed at the shed like Hera could see through it to the sun glinting off rows of parading stormtroopers' helmets. "There's no way. If we stick around here, we're just gonna get caught. Let's go back and tell your contact to update their information before they send us into another time-wasting trap."

Hera frowned. "If we can help someone, it's not--"

A roar, lots of shouting in Basic, and clattering stormtrooper armor made Hera poke her head out from behind the shed again. The orderly lines of stormtroopers had become a confused crowd scrambling away from somebody large and purple in their midst.

The person was almost as broad and tall as a Wookiee. He, Hera guessed, wore the goggles and orange and khaki uniforms of the mining company that kept this outpost alive, but his clawed hands and and feet were bare. That didn't stop him from punching, smashing, and flinging any stormtrooper he got ahold of.

"Kanan, look, this guy is amazing!"

Kanan peered over her shoulder. "An amazing distraction we do not need to get mixed up in. Let's go."

"Open fire on the Lasat," shouted a stormtrooper officer in the street.

Kanan flinched. "No," he groaned, so quietly she was pretty sure he hadn't meant her to hear. He backed up until the shed hid the stormtroopers from his sight.

In the street, blaster bolts started flying. The Lasat, apparently, was moving too fast and too close to the other stormtroopers to be an easy target. Hera and her single blaster wouldn't take down enough troopers to save the Lasat. The few locals peering out of windows and doorways along the street didn't look like they'd be much help either.

The Lasat grabbed a stormtrooper's ankle with his bare foot, flipped the trooper into the air behind him, and caught the trooper around the neck with a hand, leaving the trooper dangling at his back like an armored, living shield.

He snatched the trooper's blaster rifle and fired back, single handed, and the disordered mass of troopers. Another rifle was on his back, waiting to use when the power pack on the stormtrooper's ran out. Maybe he didn't need any help.

A stormtrooper's blaster bolt hit a metal power box beside the Lasat. It sparked, then flashed white. Hera ducked behind the shed as the bang reached her position. A chunk of metal the same color as the power box bounced over the packed sand, past the shed.

When Hera leaned around the corner of the shed again, the Lasat lay on the packed sand beside his battered stormtrooper shield. The Lasat patted the ground like he was looking for the blaster rifle which lay just beyond his reach. The stormtrooper wasn't moving at all.

Hera couldn't just watch him die. She drew her blaster from its holster. "I'll get their attention and run them toward the other end of the outpost. Kanan, bring that Lasat to the Ghost. I'll meet you there." Without waiting for an argument, she ran toward the stormtroopers, firing as she went.

Even if Kanan tackled Hera to the ground, the stormtroopers would arrest them. And if he let her get shot at for nothing, her silent treatment would be painful even before she started relaying messages through her overprotective astromech. Kanan could stay in this miserable little occupied mining outpost, or he could go pick Hera's new idol off the ground before a stormtrooper took a break from chasing her to shoot him.

Grumbling, Kanan ran from behind the shed, heading for the fallen Lasat. The Lasat was struggling to stand. Blood streamed down his head and stained his mining uniform as he lost his balance and collapsed onto the packed sand. Kanan wasn't looking forward to carrying someone that big.

By the time Kanan reached the Lasat's side, all the stormtroopers who could still run had followed Hera to the next street over. Blaster bolts flashed on the other side of the buildings that lined this street, in the opposite direction of the Ghost. The Lasat's ears flicked toward Kanan as he knelt to get a read on the Lasat's injuries.

The Lasat was bleeding from a gash on the back of his head. Blood matted the short fur on his scalp and neck. A matching smear of blood stained the wall behind him. The power box explosion must've thrown him into it.

In a voice rough with pain, the Lasat said something Kanan didn't understand. The last time Kanan heard words like those, Master Tapal had spoken them in the Jedi temple. Hearing those sounds from this injured Lasat made something twist up tight in Kanan's chest.

"I hope you know Basic too," Kanan said. "I've gotta move you somewhere safe, and I don't want you taking my head off for my trouble."

"I did good, right?" the Lasat slurred in accented but understandable Basic.

Kanan glanced over his shoulder at the stormtroopers slumped against walls, lying in the street, or crawling back toward their new garrison on the other end of the outpost. Between the Lasat's assault and Hera's timely intervention, there wasn't a single one left standing.

"Yeah, big guy, you did." Maybe Hera was onto something with this stranger. Kanan had a good feeling about him, too. "Now let's get you off the street before those stormtroopers come back."

Kanan had to use a narrow stream of Force to supplement his own muscles while he lifted the Lasat to a standing position. The Lasat growled, "Wait a tic." He fumbled behind him, between his shoulder blades. As soon as the Lasat's fingers touched the strange rifle on his back, the furry arm Kanan had looped over his own shoulders relaxed.

"Okay." The Lasat was still slurring his words, and his green eyes weren't focusing right, but his legs held him up through his and Kanan's first steps toward the Ghost. "I'm Zeb, by the way. Where are we going?"

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Anyways I think that Kallus should get to have an academy era friend group

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sometimes the heart's like !!!!!!!! and there's nothing you can do about it

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If you see someone with a really bad fandom take, I’m begging you to open your emails and write a strongly worded missive to your local government official about something bad happening in your community or country.

If you’re in Canada you could email a rep about concerns about Elon musk interfering in our next federal election.

If you’re in the US the list is endless.

If you’re in the UK you could email about trans health care.

If you’re in Australia, what about dental care in Medicare?

If you’re in Europe, look into some EU initiatives of particular concern. Perhaps something to do with nature and biodiversity? Idk

Just today I emailed my local mla about coal mining in the Rocky Mountains and tomorrow I’m going to pick something else and do it again

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Drew that one really cvnty picture of Kira and O’Brian.

Like POSE and the OUTFITS like dayum.

Ref picture and speed draw under cut: