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“ Don’t blame me, I’m not waiting around for a dead religion to save my ass. ”

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@glaadiolus

SOURCE. - I’m just posting it here as an aid and taking no credit.

Galactic Standard Time Measurement

60 Seconds = 1 minute

60 minutes = 1 hour

24 hours = 1 day

Galactic Standard Calendar

5 days = 1 week

7 weeks = 1 month

35 days = 1 month

368 days = 1 year

10 months + 3 Fete (Festival) weeks + 3 holidays = 1 year

Fete/Festival Weeks

New Year Fete Week = first five days of the new year (takes place before the first month)

Festival of Life =  five days between the sixth and seventh months. It was marked by parties, get-togethers, and gift-giving.

Festival of Stars =five days between the ninth and tenth months of the year that celebrates interstellar space travel. It was marked by vacations to other worlds most often.

Days of the Week

Primeday (first day of the week)

Centaxday (second day)

Taungsday (third day)

Zhellday (fourth day)

Benduday (fifth/last day of the week)

The Galactic Standard Calendar is based on the luno-solar calendar of Coruscant (from before the official founding of the Empire). It is the ‘standard’ in both the Republic and the Empire for basic measurements. However, there are many, many variations for various species, planets, etc. This is just the ‘standard’ used; similar to measurements of weight, etc. 

Basically, this is not the ‘only calendar’ but the one used most often by governments, the military, etc. to be the ‘standard’. I thought it might be useful for people writing or roleplaying in the Star Wars galaxies to have a rough idea.

NOTE: There is mention in some sources of a 12 month/368 day calendar, but it doesn’t mention length of weeks, months, etc. other than ‘30-31 days’ so basically seems to be a ‘real life calendar’. I’m not 100% sure which is considered ‘canon’ so I choose to list the one that was a bit more ‘different’ for fun.

SOURCES http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Galactic_Standard_Calendar http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Fete_Week http://swtor.wikia.com/wiki/Galactic_Standard_Calendar http://starwarsrp.net/topic/63474-resourse-galactic-standard-calendar/

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“ I’m just telling you that it was like that when I got here. Whoever did that must have really slippery fingers, and I can assure you that mine are of respectable quality. ”

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“ You know what, screw it. If I get to kick in a couple of First Order teeth, I’m happy--but this is personal business, not any of that Resistance stuff. I don’t play sides like that anymore. I’m doin’ this for me. ”

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SCARY MUSE AESTHETICS BOLD or ITALICIZE all that apply!

bloodied  knuckles   |  tear  stained  cheeks |   rust  |   a  busted  lip  |   claws  |   fangs  |   a  bloody nose   |   chattering  teeth   |   a  dark  space  underneath  the  bed   |   scratching  noises  on  a  wall   |   creaking  metal   |   fog | dancing  under  moonlight |   blood  dripping  lips   |   heavy  breathing  in the  dark   |   a  feeling  of  unexplained  dread  |   a  figure  in  a  dark  corner |   dirty  peeling wallpaper   |   a  bloody  handprint  on  the  wall |   sobbing  in  the  dark   |   bite  marks  on  the  skin  |  eerie  whispers   |   a  hood  covering  a  stranger’s  eyes  |   the  growl  of  a  hidden  animal   |   the  sound  of  a  blade  being  sharpened  |   a  deep,  dark  forest   |   walking  on  the  streets  alone at  night |  a  cobweb - filled,  abandoned  building |   eyes  darting  in  paranoia | a  heavy - beating  pulse |   the  feeling  of  being  trapped   |  struggling  to  get  out  a  scream   |   boards  covering  broken  windows  |  a  quiet  graveyard   |   a  gas  station  in  the  middle  of  nowhere   |   a  road  that  never  ends   |   heavy  fog  rolling  in  |   the  scent  of  blood  in  the  air |   eerie  old  photographs   |   walking  along  train  tracks  at  night  |   a  chill  going  up  the  spine  |   gathering  crows   |   a  dusty,  dimly - lit  study  |   mist  over  a  deserted  cobblestone  street   |   ghost  towns  |   shadows  around  a  campfire   |   the  sound  of  chanting   |   church  bells  tolling   |  an  orange  harvest  moon  |   a  broken - down  carnival  |   a  dirty  stuffed  animal  abandoned   |   wiping  bloody  hands  on  fabric |  nightmares |  waking  up  in  a  panic |   a  power  outage   |   heavy  lightning  storms  |   a secret  trap  door   |  the  feeling  of  being  watched |   fear  from  trauma |   a  ouija  board  set  out  on  a  table  |   an  eerie  doll   |   a  scream  of  anguish  and  pain |   withered  plants   |   a  room  that’s  been  forgotten  and  gathered  dust |   owl  eyes  in  the  dark   |   curled,  dead  tree  branches   |   a  ritual  altar  |  flickering  candles   |   a  lantern  held  up  in  the dark  |   fear  of  being  followed |  creaking  floorboards |  repressed,  horrible  memories |   clenched  teeth |   soft,  echoing  piano  keys   |  an  old  book  covered  in  dust |   many  pairs of  glaring  eyes |   stumbling  in  pitch - black  darkness  |   being  stranded  in  the  middle  of  nowhere   |   tarot  cards  on  a  table  |  a  trail  of  blood

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i’ve been giving this some thought for a while and given that my depression just Won’t Let Up and i’m not feeling my own writing when i manage to eek out something here and there, i’m dropping a large majority of my threads. like. just 3 are remaining here. i just think with my slow speed and issues getting the energy to do anything it’s just Perhaps a good idea to try to wipe the slate pretty clean and start fresh. i have no idea if this is the right decision or gonna help me, but i’ll find out. it’s important to note that if there was character development or anything, it’s not lost because the thread is gone. unless you want it to be gone, i’m still going to count it as experience and we can come up with how things ended if it’s necessary.

those who wrote starters for me are not getting dropped since... they new. if you’re still unsure about anything, let me know. i’d hate to leave anyone in the dark.

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you know that i genuinely love vace in all his iterations. but i do think that occasionally it shows that you hold him back / meld him to fit for others / are doubting yourself -- and we have talked about that for a long time and you really do not have to! vace can be as cool, dorky, arrogant, cold, funny as you want him to be, and there is so much potential still in him as soon as you don't keep him "restrained" because you worry others don't like him. people who don't are not worth your time!

blease give me feedback

you’re absolutely right, and i feel like the ways i’ve restrained or dumbed down writing my character is damaging for Vace--and also me since i end up writing myself into situations i don’t really enjoy. i am REALLY hoping that moving forward this will be less of an issue as i try to fix things that i kinda broke without realizing it because i love this character and i want to write some of the more interesting things about him with people. i really value your support even with these rough patches. it means a lot to me. thank you so much, Flo!

[woomyroger]

Vace’s family hails from Mira, a port city, one that archaeologists have found evidence to be one of the earliest maritime civilizations these cephalopods inhabited. While most inklings emerged from the sea and developed their own distinct clans in many parts of the world, it is believed that this this port and the surrounding territory (which shifted in its name and designation as a state and sovereign a handful of times over centuries) had exposure to its neighbors early on. There are accounts from scribes as early as 2,000 years ago that detail an established trading system between regions with different goods all connected through the ports along the territory. 

Families that remained in power–read: controlling the ports–became rather wealthy as a result of the trading. A large number of the inklings that live in the port descend from a nomadic group that named the place. At the time, it was occupied by a species of nautiloid that they eradicated because they were hungry, and then they discovered how useful a seaside home could be and promptly settled there. 

 Historians say that Octarians and Inklings cohabited there, which is not terribly uncommon considering the history the two groups share, but also a strain of Salmonid were known to come through the rivers to reproduce, yet the population survived. What is clear is that species in this region were not generally at odds with each other and could come and go as they pleased. This suited the transient nature of the area and the economy flourished to the point of being one of the wealthiest regions during the Middle Ages. 

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* COGNITIVE ASSESSMENT

alcoholism. amnesia. anxiety. appetite loss. attention deficit/hyperactivity. binge eating. codependence. cynicism.  defensiveness. denial. depersonalisation. depression. derealisation. devaluation. displacement. dissociation. drug abuse. dysphoria. emotional detachment. flashbacks. flat affect. guilt. hallucinations. hypersomnia. hypervigilance. hypochondria. idealisation.  insomnia. intellectualisation. introjection. isolation. low self-esteem. narcissism. night terrors. obsessive compulsion. overeating. panic attacks. passive aggression. paranoia. phobias. projection. psychosis. rationalisation. regression. repression. restrictive eating. risky sex. self-harm/self-destruction. somatization. splitting. sublimation. suicidal ideation. sleepwalking.  suppression. thousand-yard stare. triggers. trust issues. violence. whiplash temper.

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Because a lot of the droids do repair and maintenance on the ship, Vace doesn’t know how to fix his own ship that well. He just isn’t too familiar with the components of his ship, though he’ll make an effort to figure it out sometimes, and mistakes usually serve as learning lessons. It’s not at the absolute top of his priorities since he has droids that can take care of it. Instead, he has to worry about how other ships work so he can scrap them or get bits that are most profitable off of them. The droids are able to help with that as well, though in terms of knowing their value, that’s still something he has to figure out and it can be painstaking. He probably spends more time maximizing his profits and turning stuff over to buyers than getting the stuff in the first place. Which is to say. He probably needs a bigger crew.

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As peculiar as the 'tradition' is, Sinjir somehow feels obliged to take part in it. Obliged? No, not quite. He's definitely benefitting from the situation. Besides benefits he's also getting a bit distressed the more he thinks about it. /Just do./ So, he stays by Vace, hoping that they pass by the mistletoe (or at least part of the life sucking plant) that's hanging nearby. Sinjir is of course, a considerate man, asking for Vace's attention before gently taking hold of his face and kissing him.

It’s a stretch to say that Vace didn’t see it coming. Still. This is a surprise. A pleasant surprise. One he can lean into and sigh. A hand slides up Sinjir’s chest as it looks for purchase, and finally just grasps just beyond his neck. His other arm hooks around his waist. Hell, it didn’t matter where they were at the moment. With his eyes closed he can only think of the other man and his lips.

He pulls away to properly breathe, brown eyes peer up at Sinjir’s face a bit wide. “You knew just what I wanted for the holiday, huh.” He smiles, flushed. He wishes it had come off as more of a smirk, but it’s not. He can’t help but get caught up in that dreamy face at this proximity.

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CHARACTER FLAWS

absent-minded  |  abusive  |   addict   |  adrenaline junkie  |  aggressive |  aimless  | alcoholic  | anxious |  arrogant |  audacious  | bad liar |  bigmouth  |  bigot  |   blindly loyal  | blunt  |  callous  |  childish  |  chronic heroism   |  cheater  |  clingy  |  clumsy  |  cocky  |  codependent | competitive  |  corrupt  | cowardly |  cruel  |  cynical |  delinquent  |  delusional  |  dependent  | depressed  |  deranged  | disloyal  |  ditzy  |  egotistical  | envious |  erratic  |  fickle  |  finicky  | fixated  | flaky |  frail  | fraudulent  | foul mouthed  | guilt complex  |  gloomy  |  gluttonous |  gossiper  |  gruff  |  grudge holding |  gullible  |  hedonistic  |  humorless  |  hypochondriac  | hypocritical  |  idealist   | idiotic  |  ignorant  |  immature | impatient |  incompetent  |  indecisive  |  insecure  | insensitive  |  lazy |  lewd |  liar | lustful  | manipulative  | masochistic |  meddlesome  | melodramatic | money-loving  |  moody  |  naive |  nervous  |  nosy  |  ornery  | overprotective  |  overly sensitive |  paranoid  |  passive-aggressive  | perfectionist |pessimist |   petty  | power-hungry | proud  |  possessive  |  pushover | reckless  | reclusive  | remorseless  |  rigorous  |  sadistic  | sarcastic |  senile  | selfish  | self destructive |  self-martyr |  shallow  |  sociopathic  |  sore loser |  spineless  | spiteful |  spoiled  | stubborn | suspicious |  suicidal  |  tactless   | temperamental  |  timid  | thief  | tone-deaf  | traitorous  |  unathletic  |  ungracious  |  unlucky   | unsophisticated  |  untrustworthy |  vain  | withdrawn | workaholic

RULES:  bold the ones that apply to your character & tag some people. TAGGED BY: @intoxicatiing TAGGING: @gurlpilot @sourforce @raifer-vayne @grendael @kingoftheravens @elena-captain-of-the-stars

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“You there, smuggler!”

“Smuggler?” Vace repeated with a raised eyebrow. He turned and spotted the individual who called out to him and waved a hand dismissively. “I-I’m no smuggler,” he started, telling the truth. Pirates and smugglers were quite different, technically, if you asked one. 

He lowered his voice but spoke with a tone of urgency. “What are you doing? Don’t shout things like that in public--that’s how you get people detained. It’s bad for business. This ship’s got clean credentials and I don’t intend on sullying it over misunderstanding.” He’d rather sully it on being caught doing something illegal but magnificent. 

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things that can make Vace Actually Cry:

Wounding him Indignant Anger Letting Someone Down Bad Breakups

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BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE. repost, don’t reblog!

TAGGED BY: @northrn-strlight TAGGING: @hothrebels @notamailman @gurlpilot @intoxicatiing

never forget the years, the waste, nor forgive them for what they’ve done. / what have i done? become a thief in the night, become a dog on the run? / have i fallen so far and is the hour so late that nothing remains but the cry of my hate? / my life was a war that could never be won. / take an eye for an eye. turn your heart into stone. / here they talked of revolution, here it was they lit the flame. / here they sang about tomorrow and tomorrow never came. / i feel my shame inside me like a knife. / what spirit comes to move my life? / is there another way to go? / i am reaching, but i fall. / i stare into the void, to the whirlpool of my sin. / another story must begin. / if i speak, i am condemned. if i stay silent, i am damned. / must my name until i die be no more than an alibi? / how can i ever face myself again? / my soul belongs to god, i know. / he gave me hope when hope was gone. / i will keep you warm. / there’s a grief that can’t be spoken. / and there’s a pain goes on and on. / empty chairs at empty tables, now my friends are dead and gone. / believe of me what you will. / there is a duty that i’m sworn to do. / you would sooner see me dead, but not before i see this justice done. / there is power in me yet. my race is not yet run. / i shall not forsake my vow. / it’s a time that is dead. / there are words that are better unheard, better unsaid. / truth is given by god to us all in our time. / this is a warning to us all. these are the shadows of the past. / we must get away from shadows. they will never let us be. / it’s time to close another door and live another day. / another day, another destiny, this neverending road to calvary. / tomorrow is the judgment day. / tomorrow we’ll discover what our god in heaven has in store. / if i die, let me die. let him live. / all our debts are paid. / give way, there is a life to save. / bring me home, bring me home. / am i forgiven now? / forbid me now to die? i’ll obey. i will try. / to love another person is to see the face of god. / it is the music of a people who are climbing to the light. / even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. / the chain will be broken. / who will be strong and stand with me? / do you hear the people sing? / tomorrow comes.