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I can't ever get over how perfect the kid they got to play teenager Mulder is. Of all the "teenagers cast to play younger versions of the main character", teenaged Mulder is perfection.

Let the great X-Files rewatch of 2024 BEGIN!!!

#the x files #90s nostalgia

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breakfastteatime · 11 hours

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#CUTIES!!!!!#star wars jedi: survivor #babies!!!!!#cal kestis #bd 1 #adorable fanart

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breakfastteatime · 12 hours

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Just so we're clear, the episode featuring Maggie Wheeler, AKA Janice from Friends, is one of the BEST episodes of the entire show and she plays an AMAZING detective. I wish she'd had a starring role in a 90s police procedural set in NYC because she would have smaaaaaaaaashed it.

Let the great X-Files rewatch of 2024 BEGIN!!!

#the x files #90s nostalgia

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breakfastteatime · 12 hours

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I am so incredibly mature and smart when I comment on chapters that blow my mind (✿◡‿◡)

(softly but with feeling ) Penn what the fuck

I can say with confidence that this is the best kind of review a writer can getYou’re welcome, Hedgi

#fanfic rec

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breakfastteatime · 13 hours

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Iceland by Angelika Hörschläger

#inspiration

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Today's Fallen Order request is "I don't see him" for @dragonleighs

Eyes roaming the snowy scene ahead of them, Merrin does her best to mirror Cere and contain her panic, as though they haven’t just watched an avalanche crush an entire village with their friends still inside it. The last thing she saw was Cal, arms thrown out, the Force gathering. “I don’t see him,” she shouts over the snowstorm. “I don’t see any of them.”

“Neither do I,” Cere says. She closes her eyes, breathing steadying. “They’re alive.”

It takes all Merrin’s self-control to not demand more information from Cere. That, and the knowledge that there are a lot of frightened people gathered behind them, people she refuses to scare further when they may have lost loved ones to the snow and ice. Instead, she stays quiet, feeling the Force move around Cere in ways not accessible to a Nightsister.

Cere’s eyes spring open. She points. “There. Where the clinic used to be.”

Merrin grabs her hand. “Let’s go.”

“Wait.” Cere pauses for a moment to face the other villagers. “Get to higher ground!”

The elder takes control of their people, leading them to a nearby cliff. Cere gives Merrin a nod, and they’re standing atop the ruined village a heartbeat later. Merrin feels the Force beneath her, a great hand pushing up with waning strength. She summons her magick, lets its flames melt the snow. Cere reaches down and pulls out Greez, who wastes no time turning back and helping her free the others.

Merrin looks up, sees more snow headed their way. She races forward, moving so slowly, half-blinded by the storm, but her magick is as rapid as her thinking, a wall of fire blocking its onward path. She puts more strength into it, but nature can only be held back for so long, and already she is forced to retreat, centimeter by centimeter.

“Everyone’s out, Merrin!” Cere bellows. “Move!”

She teleports back to the others and finds the villagers, Cere, Greez, Cal and BD wading through waist-deep snow. Cere’s pulling Cal onward. Greez, being smaller, struggles more, and Merrin grabs him and teleports them both back to the safety of the cliff where the rest of the villagers wait. She turns to go back to help the others, but they’re already scrambling to safety. Cal rolls onto the cliff, nudged a little further from the edge with a few head bumps from BD. He flops onto his side, panting for breath, glassy eyed with exhaustion. Cere crouches down, squeezes his shoulder, and then looks up to the villagers. “Is everyone alright?”

There is a collective yes (if Merrin ignores Greez’s gagging at her side). The elder steps forward. “We should seek shelter in the caves,” they say. “Can he walk?” They mean Cal.

Cere shakes her head. The elder calls to a large, practically Wookie-sized Human male and he scoops up Cal and unceremoniously throws him over his shoulder. BD hops onto Cere’s shoulders. The elder leads the entire group into the nearby caves for shelter.

“Are you done throwing up?” Merrin asks Greez, her hand on his back as she leads him on. If they lose sight of the others in this weather, they might never find the caves.

“Ugh, I hope so,” Greez says, pushing through the snowstorm. “But I’m alive, and I’m very grateful to you and Cal for helping keep me that way, so no more complaining from me.”

In the cave, villagers unpack emergency supplies, including heaters and blankets. Merrin and Greez find Cere, Cal and BD-1 near one of these heaters, Cal’s head cushioned on Cere’s lap, tucked under a blanket, BD sticking close.

“Wore himself out huh?” Greez says, sitting down and resting a hand on Cal’s head. “So much for taking it easy after Nur.”

Cere only manages the faintest of smiles. “Perhaps the next place we stop at should be devoid of all weather.”

“I know a few merchant barges that will serve our needs,” Greez says, Cal not stirring as he runs his hair through his fingers. “He kept that snow off our heads until Merrin melted it. I don’t think he knew he could do it until he did.” He looks to Merrin. “You did good to get us out.”

Merrin sits down too. “It was a team effort.”

Cere reaches over, her hand resting atop Merrin’s. “You gave us enough time to get everyone out.”

Merrin feels herself smiling and blushing. “Happy to help.”

The villagers settle into groups. A short while later a few come over and provide bowls of simple soup. The scent of warm food rouses Cal, who sits up and eats with minimal conversation. He blinks and grunts in response to any questions. He does at least seem glad the villagers are all alive.

“I have decided I do not like snow,” Merrin tells him.

He glances at her, yawning massively. “Me neither.”

#fic requests 2024 #jfo minific #jfo head canon #star wars jedi: fallen order #cal kestis #bd 1 #jedi survivor spoilers #merrin #cere junda #greez

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Shout out to the OG Big Fic, All Their Tomorrows, which finally made its way into my Top 5 on AO3! It's my first Fallen Order fic to reach those heady heights!

#my fics #star wars jedi: fallen order #my top 5 represent my 3 biggest fandoms #trek aos ffvx and jfo

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Ohhh I love your Cal art! If it wouldn’t be too much trouble ❤️

Cal for you <3

#star wars jedi: fallen order #awesome fanart #cal kestis #bd 1 #i totally forgot i gave cal a green lightsaber in my current survivor playthrough #it really suits him!

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Cal Kestis ❤️

#love that top with the Jedi patch #cal kestis #star wars jedi: survivor

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breakfastteatime · 2 days

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#adorable fanart #cal kestis #bd 1 #star wars jedi: survivor #LOOK AT THIS CUTENESS #my boys #brb sobbing

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Fanfic Requests 2024 are GO! And the first one is a Survivor fic - "Hold on", for @dancing-entwife!

This does not look good. Stormtroopers pour out of doorways, closing in from all sides, cutting off Cal’s only viable escape unless he sprouts wings and takes to the sky. Who puts a bunker on a cliff edge? The Empire, apparently. This was supposed to be a quick, easy mission for Saw – taking out a tiny, barely patrolled weapons depot supplying the entire sector…

Which means they chose to carry out their mission during a surprise inspection, meaning every single stormtrooper is on duty, quadrupling the number of people currently shooting at Cal. The twins are pinned down outside, Gabs is doing her best to lock the base down to stop anyone else turning up, and Bravo…

“Hold on, Cal!” his voice comes over comms. “I’m working on it! Hold ‘em off a little longer.”

“Holding,” Cal says, deflecting a grenade back into the crowd, grimly satisfied when it blows and flings a batch of troopers into the air. BD whoops.

They’re not out of this yet. Cal’s not entirely sure where Bravo is. The base does have planetary fighters, so there’s a chance he’s looking to steal one. Whatever Bravo’s doing, Cal really needs it to be explosive. Like a very big rocket launcher. Or a stun grenade. Or –

A blaster bolt wings him, catching his jacket. Cal swears. He likes this jacket, a lot, and now it’s ruined. That’s what he gets for losing focus.

“BD, stay down!” Cal redirects blaster fire back to the troopers, taking them down. He’s pinned down in the central courtyard, hopelessly outnumbered. And what was he taught to do in moments like this?

Surrender to the Force.

Cal sinks into its flow, lets it guide his movements. No thought, no hesitation, no fear, only lethal movement.

The Force gives him the barest of warnings (get down) and Cal drops. A fighter goes overhead, dropping an immense payload. The Force pops, and Cal returns to his aching, weary body.

The troopers, however, are down, and the fighter hovers over. The cockpit opens, Bravo waves. “Get up here!” he bellows.

BD whoops. Cal calculates the jump, gathers the Force, and leaps, grabbing the cockpit and swinging himself into the rear seat. Bravo seals them in, and they fly off.

“I got him,” Bravo tells the others. “Get out and regroup and the Mantis.”

While cheers go out, BD offers a stim and the cockpit slowly fills with the stench of burnt sweat and flesh. Cal takes the stim. The jacket is a lost cause. He’ll have to find something else.

“Thanks, Bravo,” Cal says, reaching around to pat him on the shoulder.

“Anytime,” he says. “Although maybe next time let’s not crash a party this big.”

Cal smirks. “And where’s the fun in that?”

#fic requests 2024 #star wars jedi: survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #cal kestis #bravo #bd 1 #jedi survivor minific #jedi survivor headcanon

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Star Wars Jedi: Survivor, one year later...