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Do NOT let Captain Solo teach the Jedi kids

^ real quote from leia

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i'd write an essay about how much i love this scene if i could but i'm not a writer so i'll just settle for drawing it since i don't see fanart of it a lot

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A legendary duo

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After a year of developing prototypes, artist Jon Almeda successfully created a teeny, tiny pottery wheel that allows him to spin clay into quaint little pots.

Almeda makes vases, bowls, decor, and even tea kettles that are small enough to sit atop a piece of Scotch tape.

These pieces are sturdy enough to undergo standard glazing and firing, then transform into fully embellished ceramics.

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"Garden"

Dwampyverse fanart for @monthly-challenge day 18!

(I hid these tiny diogee sticky notes all over my house!)

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reblog for sample size !!

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you don’t have to accept an entire fandom to enjoy it. fandom can be your 3 friends and a corn chip and honestly that’s gonna make you much happier in the long run.

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This is a day late, but I have a short little thing for @chenford-prompts 2 Weeks of Chenford! Prompt: Miles Apart

(I'm not gonna lie to y'all, this is inspired by a plot line in Chicago PD that I hated with a fiery passion, so I decided to fix it and add some Chenford, as a treat! It's more alluded to than anything else, and the timelines don't really work out, but I don't really care. OH also I may have. Replaced Bailey and Nolan's wedding with Abigail and Henry's in this. Because I don't really care for Bailan, but that's just my opinion!)

“I still can’t believe you arrested someone while you were on vacation in New York,” Lucy said, her voice echoing and staticy through the phone’s speaker. “You're officially worse than Nolan.”

Tim rolled his eyes, shifting his position in his seat. He was sitting in the waiting room of a precinct in Brooklyn, waiting for detectives to come and take his statement. “Okay, no one’s worse than Nolan. He went after a drug ring at his son’s wedding.”

“True,” Lucy conceded. “But you’re on vacation, miles away from home, and you just happened to spot a kidnapper?”

“They don’t give sergeant positions to just anyone, you know,” Tim pointed out wryly.

He heard her snort on the other end. “No, apparently just to people who hit criminal’s cars with their cars to stop them.”

“Okay that one I did steal from Nolan,” Tim admitted. “But it worked. Got him out of the car and away from the girl he grabbed.”

“She must have been terrified.” Lucy’s voice was soft with empathy, and Tim felt a pang go through his chest.

“Yeah,” he said. “She’s tough, though. She’ll be okay.” 

What he didn’t tell her was how familiar it felt when he pulled the young woman, tied up and terrified, out of the back of the car. Suddenly he was lifting Lucy out of the barrel in the desert, holding her as she sobbed.

The tears in the young woman’s eyes— Nadia, from Chicago. Not much older than Nolan’s rookie, with a checkered past, but a fierce determination that Tim recognized easily— had reminded him of Lucy’s. It had been heart-wrenching.

“Hey.” Lucy’s voice on the other end jolted him out of his thoughts. “You saved her. You stopped the bad guy and you saved that girl from her worst nightmare. I’m proud of you.”

Tim let out a soft laugh. “Thanks, Lucy.”

“Of course.” She paused, then asked, “How long are you going to be gone again?”

Letting out a sigh, Tim leaned back in his seat, switching his phone to his other ear. “A couple more days. Technically I’m out here to visit a friend, but there’s also this case to help wrap up. And I want to keep an eye on Nadia until her friends come to pick her up. Apparently she knows people in the CPD who are on their way.”

“Good— I’m glad you’ll be there for her.”

That was Lucy. Always focused on someone else. But Tim could hear what she wasn’t saying, and for once he let himself say it. “I miss you.”

He could almost see her smile as she said, “I miss you, too.”

Glancing up, Tim saw a familiar, leather jacket-clad figure heading towards him. “I gotta go— Detective Peralta is back. Talk to you later?”

“Okay, I should go, too. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

As Tim hung up the phone, Detective Peralta, who was standing in front of him, wiggled his eyebrows at him. “Already at the I love you part in your relationship, huh? Very noice.”

Rolling his eyes, Tim said, “Let’s just get on with the statement, okay?”

“Yeah, I sound like Boyle. Let’s stick with I’m happy for you. Now, right this way, Sergeant.”

Tim shook his head as he followed the other man. But he couldn’t quite hold back the smile on his face.Only a few more days here. Then I’ll go home to Lucy. And that was the best thought of all.

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❤️⚔️❤️⚔️❤️

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how?? just how?

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one of the funniest episodes of the rookie was when there was this dude that everyone wanted dead so there were roughly three murder attempts on him in the same day and it turned out after the last suspect was arrested that the man was dead before she shot him and so they had to figure out the cause of death meanwhile his body was shot and stabbed and full of cyanide within the same 24 hours and the list of people with motive was longer than the street he lived on

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I'm gonna say something so controversial yet so brave and just point out that it's WILDLY profound to me that Top Gun: Maverick basically opens with Mav looking at the mission and saying "someone doesn't make it out of there" and then at the end despite it all, they do all make it out of there alive

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A drabble of married life

Somewhere in the future of Empire Reimagined when Sola and Firmus are married about a year:

"Hello, Max," Sola said, glancing up at Veers as the Lady admitted him to the Admiral's quarters with no ceremony as was her wont.

He'd been concerned at this for a little while after his dearest friend and brother married into the Skywalker insanity. Well. Nearest relation to it---but that was semantics.

Piett was in some odd way now the brother in law of Lord Vader, and Max was not going to stop enjoying that.

However.

Having been married once himself to the best woman in the galaxy, Max had some of the social niceties still programmed in his psyche. He didn't ever want to just barge into Piett's quarters as he had when Firmus was single.

He'd mentioned this to the Admiral who merely grinned and slapped his back. "The Lady would never let you in to an awkward situation, Max, I promise."

There was something delightfully more assured about Piett now. Something in his soul had been healed---something that not even the Princess or Max or Scraps had been able to reach, much as they loved him.

His accent slipped out more often. His sense of humor as well. Veers could only bask happily in this change.

And if he thought that perhaps Piett would not have quite as much time for their friendship as before, he was sorely mistaken.

Sola was cross legged on the sofa, her rich hair in a loose bun and strands wisping over her cheeks as she tapped at something on a datapad. A bottle of wine was on the table before her and her glass was half full.

"Perfect timing," she said, gesturing to this. He realized that there were two empty glass waiting to be filled.

Two.

"Get comfortable," she told him, rising and trotting to the galley in her socks to start the kettle. "If you're here, Firmus won't be far behind."

"Sola..." Veers said, unlatching his jacket and shrugging it off. "If I'm ever being a nuisance, I hope you and I can be honest enough to---"

She turned to lean against the counter and raise an eyebrow at him.

Kark.

There were times she was eerily like her niece.

"You are my brother in law in all ways that matter, Max," she told him calmly. "And I have yet to hear even a fraction of the stories that involve you saving my husband's life. You are ALWAYS welcome. And wanted."

Warmth filled his chest.

"Do...you always put out three glasses?" he asked curiously as he seated himself to draw off his boots with a sigh.

"Yes," she answered easily. "I know the habits you two had. I have no intention of taking that from you. I'm just adding myself to it."

She grinned and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Longing swept him and Sola must have seen the change in his face.

"Max?"

"Just..."

The doors hissed open to admit the Admiral who was followed by a galley droid with a generous tray.

"Did you order this, Sola?" he asked, gesturing to the little droid as it beeped happily into the center of the living area. "it followed me here."

"Naturally," she replied, crossing easily to Piett. "You are utter rubbish at meals."

"Henley tell you that?" Piett grumbled, removing his cap. "Because---"

She stopped his mouth with her own and Max enjoyed the predictable flush on his friend's cheekbones as she released him with a gentle pat to his chest.

"No actually," she replied, plucking his cap from his fingers and drawing him to the sofa so he could also remove his boots.

Piett shot a look to the ceiling. "You and the Lady conspiring again?"

"Maybe," Sola said, pouring two more glasses of wine and turning to lift the tray from the galley droid. It beeped and zipped back out, clearly proud of itself. "But Max was about to tell me something."

It was Veers' turn to feel self conscious.

"Oh...it was nothing, Sola."

Piett knew him too well and turned that penetrating hazel gaze upon the General.

"Doesn't sound like nothing, Max," he said calmly, slinging an arm easily around his wife and picking up a wine glass. Veers reached for his own to cover his feelings.

"I was...just being envious, Firmus," he said, sitting back and waving a nonchalant hand. "That's all. Nothing to worry about."

There was a beat.

The Pietts watched him with almost identical looks of concern.

"It's our joy and delight to worry about you, General," Sola said softly as she took a drink, those blue eyes piercing him over the rim of her glass.

And they meant it to their core. He knew this. So he sighed.

"I was just wishing before you entered, Piett, that...that Myra could have met you both. I just---ah---you have a lot in common, Sola."

She smiled.

"That's one of the nicest compliments I've ever been given."

The Admiral, who knew Veers' scars here well, raised his glass. "I wish that too, friend of mine," he said gently. "She had the very good taste to marry the best man I know after all."

Veers allowed his mouth to curl then, gratitude for them both filling him.

"A good principle," Sola agreed, snuggling in close to Piett's side, eliciting a contented grunt from her husband. "To marry the best man one knows. I did."

Max chuckled. "No argument there, Sola," he replied, leaning over to lift the cover of the tray and releasing fragrant scents.

And the wine was rich while the friendship was richer.

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Guess what…

Four Questions… now in ao3, updated/edited, and ready to read :)

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@monthly-challenge 2024 | Day #17: Bicycle

Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes

Hold back the river so I

Can stop for a minute and be by your side

Hold back the river, hold back