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RYAN GOSLING "I'm Just Ken" wins Best Original Song at the 29th Annual Critics' Choice Awards (January 14, 2024)

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Kallus stalked into Echo Base's main messhall kitchen as the staff were clearing up from the second dinner rotation of the cycle. "Which of you were working here during lunch?" he snapped at the nearest person there.

The dozen or so staff members exchanged glances. Four of them started laughing. Kallus stomped toward them with enough lethal intent that they stopped, although they kept on smirking.

"Did you want to take leftovers back to that trash hauler you live in?" one of them asked.

The rest started laughing again. They were lucky Hera and Chopper were still in the medbay, where they couldn't hear that insult to the Ghost. The kitchen staff who didn't act like they were friends with this group were finding things to do at the other end of the room.

There were subtle ways to handle this situation. Kallus was not in the mood for subtlety. His blaster was in his hand and pointed at the nearest giggler's head before he thought it through. That stopped all these bastards' laughter.

"Hey, Imp, it's just diablotin oseille," stammered the one Kallus was imagining putting a blaster bolt in. "Your stomach cramps'll stop before tomorrow noon, it's a joke, a prank, you know, a--"

"I'm fine. Garazeb Orrelios is suffering through a series of injections and possibly surgery."

"It's... No, that can't be right. It doesn't even affect Wookiees." The kriffing poisoner looked to his friends for support, but they didn't look so certain as they had a moment ago.

"He's a Lasat." Kallus's blaster hand shook slightly as he forced himself not to pull the trigger. "And he's allergic."

Zeb had also been fine directly after he ate the food Kallus didn't have the appetite to finish himself. The crushed leaves these bastards put in his meal left Kallus with minor stomach cramps. Thirty minutes after lunch, Zeb's throat had swollen shut.

The panic in Zeb's widening eyes, his horrible wheezing breaths, and the way he clutched at his throat would be burned into Kallus's memory forever. When Zeb's legs gave out on their way to the medbay, Kallus had barely been able to catch him before he crashed onto the icy floor. Even now, Kallus could still feel Zeb's grasp on his shoulder as he went down.

As soon as Hera, Jacen, and Chopper arrived at the medbay to support Zeb, and the doctors could assure Kallus that Zeb would live, Kallus had come here.

The kitchen contained five fewer staff than it had when Kallus arrived, and he hadn't started shooting yet. Somebody was running to report him. He'd have to wind this up quickly.

"This is a warning." Kallus's voice had taken on its old ISB severity, and he couldn't find it in himself to care. "If you ever put unlisted ingredients, seasoning, anything in the food here again, no one will find your bodies."

"We didn't know, we didn't think--"

"I don't care."

Kallus had memorized their faces well enough to describe them to their superior, who he would be speaking with tomorrow morning. He holstered his blaster and left through the kitchen's back door as what sounded like a whole squad of base security personnel entered through the door to the dining area. With any luck, the poisoners would find themselves reassigned to perimeter patrol this time tomorrow.

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Nah, he's still alive n kicking

Someone just tried telling me Harrison Ford was dead and I went BITCH WHAT

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The discord server did a color palette challenge 👍

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Someone just tried telling me Harrison Ford was dead and I went BITCH WHAT

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One of our closest and dearest friends sent us this and now I am here to share it with you guys because I will not be the only one who has to think about this and how true or untrue it may be.

Daddy issues create artists

Mommy issues create writers

#I am an artist and a writer so what the hell does this say about me #< prev tags #either #they cancel each other out #or we have some really bad news for you

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I’ve only had bd1 for a day and a half but if anything happens to him I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself-chopper probably

and chopper would be so real for that

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

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One of our closest and dearest friends sent us this and now I am here to share it with you guys because I will not be the only one who has to think about this and how true or untrue it may be.

Daddy issues create artists

Mommy issues create writers

#☹️ #they sent to me as i am currently getting ready to open my writing document

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January is Kallus in a Dress month (but really all months are Kallus in a Dress month if we believe hard enough)

yes I went over board, no I have no chill, Kali Moon is here to stay and slay

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I'm trying to work block party at the restaurant but I have worms in the brain because of these three rat bastards

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The Force

[picture description: a collage showing stars, galaxies, humanoid figures holding light and a quote "Deep beneath my skin I feel it the nectar-sweet itch to soothe to sing to love to help." End quote]

The quote is from tma032 "The Hive"

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shout out to @seth-shitposts who kicked this meme off

I did save a version with no hair but y'all ain't a bunch of cowards, so those don't need to go up I don't think.

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Directly inspired by @gettiregretti’s A+ Lira San fashion (outfit, cute couple pic)

I’ve drawn a lot of ‘future’ Kallus stuff but none of them have hit the mark like this. Nonbinary, transfem Kallus has been an important, like. ‘Happy Thought’ for me the last year, and it means a lot to finally get them down in a way that felt ‘right’. Where I finally got the curves down and they feel sexy without feeling too hyper sexualized, where they’re visibly well fed and fit. 

I’m skipping posting this to patreon bc I don’t want to give in to the part of me that’s embarrassed of a pic that genuinely makes me so happy. Fuck that. I’m proud of this, this is a reflection of me and my shit, and I want other ppl to see it.

the tattoos are from their life before the Empire, all but the lasat stripes which are done in sort of burnt umber. The bangle on their right wrist is a Lifemate band, carved by Zeb out of wood taken from one of the trees on their homestead, wrap made from soft leather acquired on hunts they’ve taken together. They’ve gotten their nails treated so they’re a little stronger than the normal human, because Gender and also FOMO from living on a world where everyone else has claws.

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I love you

#prev heheehhehehehe #right back at you jules

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we need to bring back inviting people over for cake and coffee. my grandma used to do that all the time and I think it's a lost art

#prev that sounds like a delight!

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GET UP NOW AND DRINK SOME WATER!

You!

Yeah you, still not drinking water!

GO AND DRINK SOME WATER!

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Lothal is my home

Ezra Bridger, the character that you are...

(progress shots under the cut)