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You can always put frappe mix in your cold brew. It’s free and they can’t stop you

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been watching some star wars with my parents, so I'm going to keep a running account of the highlights of their commentary on this post

(while watching rebels with my mom) Mom: Is that R2? Me: No, that droid is a totally different color. Mom: Well, he could put on different clothes!

(while watching TFA with my mom, upon reaching the stormpilot lip bite scene) Mom: Hmm. This was all she said. I didn't say anything. She just immediately clocked them.

(while watching rebels with my dad) Dad: (tie fighter noises every time they came onscreen)

And this wasn't something related to the show, but Dad paused Rebels to tell me that one of his customers had an extensive Star Wars collection in their basement that he had to rescue from a flood, and while carrying a two foot tall Yoda statue, he said, "Hmm, rescuing him, I am."

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LEAVE HIM AND HIS POOR FASHION CHOICES ALONE

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and some more kallus and ezra antagonizing each other

“The oven is squeaking,” Ezra tells him. “It is,” Kallus acknowledges. “I probably put the rack in a bit crooked. It’s fine.” Five minutes later, “It’s still squeaking.” “The same rack is still in there. It’ll stop when the bagels are done.” “It’s annoying.” Ezra has abandoned his prep work to stand in front of the oven door and stare into it. “I find you annoying, and yet I manage to continue with my work.” “Hey!”

Coffee shop au update: today a scone broke while I was trying to get it off the tray. not the end of the world but I couldn't pick it up without it crumbling, so it was not saleable. fine with me. scone breakfast. they're big scones so I was kind of picking at it between tasks and leaving it on an unused tray. was. until I returned from the front to find the remaining 2/3rds of my scone spirited away. unsure if it ended up in the trash or my coworker's stomach, but either way. devastating.

anyways. average zeb and ezra argument starter.

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Coffee shop au update: today a scone broke while I was trying to get it off the tray. not the end of the world but I couldn't pick it up without it crumbling, so it was not saleable. fine with me. scone breakfast. they're big scones so I was kind of picking at it between tasks and leaving it on an unused tray. was. until I returned from the front to find the remaining 2/3rds of my scone spirited away. unsure if it ended up in the trash or my coworker's stomach, but either way. devastating.

anyways. average zeb and ezra argument starter.

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okayyyy serve…

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rewatched rogue one today and I kept thinking draven was herc hansen (pacific rim) (where are my pacific rim mutuals I know there's at least one of you)

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so one of my favorite hobbies is coming up with excuses for my faves to play/have played ice hockey. incredibly pleased to announce that I've found one for Kallus.

So I know the fandom headcanon for him is that he was a lower levels brat on Coruscant, but I'm currently working on a fic with a different backstory for him. All you need to know right now is that he grew up semi-rich in a politically influential family on Coruscant, because that's all that's relevant to this. And it's relevant because space is at a premium on Coruscant, and if there's one bad thing about hockey it's that it requires dedicated ice rinks with specialized equipment. Ice time is expensive, and most hockey players come from middle-upper middle class families because of this.

So yeah. Kallus played hockey. Specifically, he was the captain of his 16 and under team and played center/defense swing (in hockey language this basically means you're the hottest merchandise on the ice). He played until he went away to the Imperial Academy at 16, and he still misses it. Unfortunately, hockey equipment and space is not something easily found on Star Destroyers, but after he turns Rebel, he finds out that there's a pickup roller hockey team on the base! (Roller hockey is just hockey on roller skates). He gets Zeb into it and soon they're spending their free time shooting the shit and shooting pucks with the pickup team. It's the first real foot in the social door he gets with the Rebels.

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this is my favourite bit of star wars lore btw

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Raw dogging this morning. No meds no coffee. Cheesecake sample for breakfast. Fuck with me.

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Don’t mess with these three.

I like Kylux as well as GingerPilot so this happend… And my fem!Hux was so lonely in the last piece. And also First Order Poe xD

They don’t look particularly feminine but I like it that way.

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more of this could have fixed the sequels

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Sex isn't enough I need thrawn

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chiss shitpost comic from earlier this year

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AITA for striking my (M43) son (M20) when he rejected me as his father?

I understand that the title might have you thinking the worst, but please hear me out.

I didn't have a relationship with my son for basically all his life. This was due to my circumstances at the time: I went through a major personal tragedy and was severely injured, to the point of being on life support. To this day I have a lot of issues with my health.

I recently reconnected with my son. I immediately invited him to meet my boss (M92), in hopes that I could set him up with a job opportunity. I feel that this is significant. As far as I know, my son has been working in menial jobs in agriculture, but then apparently chose to leave that life and - to my shock - join a criminal syndicate.

I felt as if getting a good government job would be a way to turn over a new leaf in his life, especially given his past. However, he immediately became combative. I attempted to give him some guidance in managing his emotions, but he rejected that as well.

I'm sad to say that the argument became physical. Some blows were exchanged, but in the end, I was angry enough to strike him. I immediately felt very bad, and decided to offer him the government job on the spot. He rejected me again, and chose to leave very abruptly. I haven't had any contact with him since.

So, AITA?

Edit: Yes, I admit that to call it striking him was an understatement. To clarify, I cut off his hand.

Edit: However, I feel like it should be stated that I myself am a quadruple amputee and we have excellent healthcare.

Edit: I did not immediately identify myself as his father when we met. I think this was my mistake. I think he would have been much more receptive of my message had I done so. As it stands I only told him of our relationship after I had struck him.

Edit: My wife is not in the picture. To my knowledge she passed before his birth.

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oops! all angst

(the coffee shop au for context)

"Eli…" Eli doesn't look up from his monitor. He's pretty sure that if he stops crunching numbers he's going to cry, and if he looks at Thrawn, he's definitely going to cry and fuck, he's still so angry at him even though it's not his fault and if he just looks for a minute longer, maybe he can find some way to make this work. "It's almost two," Thrawn says, more gentle than Eli has ever heard him. "Come to bed." "No, I can't, I…" Eli's stupid voice catches and he thinks of the way his mom used to hug him when he cried and he chokes out, "I think we're going to have to increase the prices. On almost everything. I can't figure out… I just can't… It's not working, and—" A hand on his shoulder. A hand over his eyes. Thrawn's palm is cool and his eyes are burning hot from staring at these stupid spreadsheets and that's it. He loses it. "I really wanted this to work," he sobs, and then Thrawn's spinning the chair around to hold him properly. "I just wanted it to work out!" "I know," Thrawn says. "I know."