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Justice Smith for Behind the Shades, May 2023

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imagine if Cal and Kanan met after the Purge

i like the headcanon that they were bros back in padawan days, messing around and giving a headache to everyone in the temple c::

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you have a wound that will never heal? me too! actually it's gradually widening and expanding, consuming more of me with each passing day [props my chin in my hands and smiles at you] at what point do you think i'll become the wound itself and not simply the bearer?

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I was having fun playing the sims for the first time until I realised that this couple I made (inspired by my long time crush and I) can both age and die at some point and that they don’t live forever.

I haven’t opened it since.

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I’m such a slut for casual intimacy. Like yesss rest your chin on my shoulder while we're in line at the grocery store, I live for that shit.

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family

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I was super proud of the outfit I had for cal close to end game… thoughts? didn’t change from this one once I put it together 🤞🏾😭

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Merrin: Blood orphans…

Cal: NO blood orphans… I, uh, don’t know what that is 😬

(I saw a version of this done by @laelish and wanted to do a Jedi Survivor version!)

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“babe wake up, ironhoshi posted a new kessett fic”

Are you still taking prompts? Because Survivor got me good...dark side!Cal and Boba in his working for the Empire stage would be fun ~

He studied the hilt in his hand and frowned. Pain and fear coiled around the designs etched into the surface. He knew if he ignited one side the blade would be crimson with rage, but the other side still glowed white with hope. Still uncorrupted- still held a chance. He pressed the pads of his fingers against the protection mark etched into the hopeful side; green and jagged. Twined leather encircled just below the mark and clung to a crudely whittled miniature Mookie.

Warmth raced up his arm-

Cal set the lightsaber down carefully. Getting lost in emotions wasn't going to help him, no, it was only going to hurt him further. Each hopeful or happy memory was like a thin cut from a vibrodagger- bleeding him of his soul.

He had lost everything and everyone with his actions. He could almost hear the ghost of Dagan calling him a hypocrite- that man plagued his dreams when he got the chance to sleep. The Fallen Jedi was right though, Cal had become the greatest hypocrite of them all.

When he closed his glowing eyes he could still see with dangerous clarity the moment everything went wrong- the moment he had picked wrongly. He could still taste the fire in his lungs. --- continued on ao3.

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destroyed me when I found out.

Saw someone say that the whole section where you play as Cere is a force echo Cal is sensing while holding her, and goddammit, I can't get that thought out of my mind.

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Cal, when Boba appears: This town ain’t big enough for the both of us

Boba: Then let’s go to a town that is, cyar’ika

*romantic koboh western music*

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literally me yesterday 😭

If you can't tell I've finished the basic story of Survivor and have feelings.

Sorry, not sorry.

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#1 Slutty Jedi

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this is what I call stopping the problem before it happens.