#Eps Writes

[mwolf0epsilon]

A Disgraced Trooper's Last Resort

Corrie moonshine has the kind of punch that can knock your teeth out. It's bootlegged with whatever they can find that won't outright kill them if it settles in their stomach, but definitely strong enough that it would sooner be considered outright gutrot than an actual FDA approved drink.

Not something your run of the mill liquor license or health insurance would cover.

Not that Fox really concerns himself with either of those things as he takes a swig from his lucky flask. To him a drink is a drink, especially when he feels like he needs it most. And he did need that extra push of liquid courage tonight more than he ever had before.

To put it simply, he was between a rock and a hard place. Relations between the GAR and the Guard were at an all time low. And, despite his Corries saying otherwise, it was all his fault.

He'd stumbled and made some terribly misguided mistakes. Grasped at tantalising straws that he'd hoped would be his and his men's salvation, only to fail time and time again. Burying himself and his troopers deeper and deeper in a grave that had been prepared for them since arrival. Eagerly applauded by the man who'd made them all his fools and jesters.

He'd botched Commander Tano's capture and then shot a brother dead. And not just any brother either. He'd shot one of Rex's boys. The only surviving one that he'd claimed from the defunct Rishi Moon outpost.

The heat was on high and everyone he loved and cared for was suffering terribly for it.

From his commanders to the shiniest of shinies. All because he couldn't win against Palpatine. He was in too deep and had no allies that could get him and his men back out of this deep dark pit. At least not any allies that had any real power.

Fox was playing a game that he simply couldn't win. But maybe he didn't have to...

Taking another swig of the flask, Fox contemplated the only logical conclusion he'd reached in the last couple of months, as he'd noticed just how much things had deteriorated. Contemplated this rather outlandish plan of his that was very much a last desperate call to set things right.

It all came back to flimsywork and the world of bureaucracy. Things he hated but was much too intimately familiar with. He'd submitted the performance report a month ago before settling for another round of the waiting game. Detailed what needed to be scrutinised, and omitted what most definitely didn't. His idea was a little out there but not unheard of, especially with the observations he'd dutifully jotted down to back up his decision.

And then there was the matter of tempting the Chancellor with something he couldn't quite resist, which he thought he'd done so beautifully. If he was good at anything besides suffering through logistics and political nonsense, it was nicely baiting a trap of his own.

As soon as Fox made his next move, a few things would change. Hopefully for the better. Not that his men would understand. At least not at first... But it had to be done. He'd made the assessments and he had certainly done his homework. As soon as the report was called in for review to pick his successor, they would very easily concede to his wishes.

Due to the current losses and supposed number of decomms, there were simply not enough skilled guardsmen for it to justify promoting their most veteran commanding officers. Thorn would be barred the position of marshal commander due to both his position as head of the prison force, and his constant requisitioning for escort missions. So would Stone, who was far too proficient in his senatorial guard duties to be pulled aside as a glorified secretary to the Chancellor. And Thire would need to take time off to train a replacement officer to guide the patrolsmen due to having the best knowledge of Coruscant's layout, making him the most effective patrol co-ordinator they had ever had.

And time was not something anyone could spare on Triple Zero.

And, with no one else nearly as experienced or simply far too important in their current positions, that left only one option should the position of marshal commander ever open up: Requisition a trooper just as skilled as Fox himself from another battalion.

Which is exactly what he'd done when he'd submitted the report. Should he be incapacitated or destroyed, command of the Guard would fall to the only person he trusted to be capable of leading them. Or, in Fox's true motivation, that had the actual power to put an end to Palpatine's sick little games.

And the best part? No one would call into question his choice on the matter. He'd waited more than enough after he'd submitted the report for it to register as valid on record, even after he did what he was about to do.

Which is why, as Fox finished emptying his flask as he stood on the very roof of the Senate building, he couldn't help but smile. Smile and wish Cody the best of luck. The bastard was going to need it, especially when Fox knew Palpatine would rejoice at taking something, anything, from General Kenobi who he seemed to so greatly despise.

The neon lights and smell of chemicals and pollution greeted the disgraced marshal commander as he stood at the very edge of the roof. Ready to make a spectacle of this. Ready to set his own twisted little game into motion. Palpatine had won the first few rounds, but he would not be able to best Cody. Not with the reputation he had, nor the esteem he'd earned. Which was exactly what Fox was counting on.

And, as he flung himself forward towards his inglorious demise, he hoped against all hope that Cody's fondness for his general was a mutual thing and not once-sided. If just so his little brothers in the Guard could finally have a chance.

He was, quite literally, taking a leap of faith.

[idliketobeatree]

listening to Too Sweet for the first time and, damn, Crowley never got his flat back, did he? can't believe he's been crashing on Hozier's couch all this time drinking booze and waxing lamentations about his angel. strange world we live in

[spooksier]

relistening to tma and losing my mind more with each episode. anyways. today we're talking about how there are three characters in the show who are meant to be/groomed to be "the chosen one" for some specific purpose (agnes for the lightless flame, gerry to carry on some esoteric bloodline, jon for the watcher's crown/the web's escape plan) and all three of them have that running theme of being completely powerless in every aspect of their lives despite being made to be something powerful. we never get agnes' own perspective on her own life, gerry dies and is kept in limbo for *years*, and jon is marked to be the antichrist from age 8, like all of them were used as tools rather than people and if you couple that with all three at some point expressing that their fantasy is to live a normal life and be a normal person but they were trapped by divinity......fucked up if true

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

whenever i feel the need to write poetry I stay up way too late and watch at least 10 scishow videos and I'm good to go

[felt-squirrels]

I won’t rest until Bonzo is destroyed

[peacockrulz]

oooooOOOOOooooo digital circus upon ye!!!!!!!! (these characters are SO hard to draw ;;) ((Stupid-er doodles under the cut))

I love Cain I swear dsfklksldkflsdkf

[allamericanb-tch]

remus lupin’s favorite things 

his whiskey neat 

coffee

black, in his bed at 3

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

bugs. episode of all time. has a 6.8 star IMDB rating when every other s1 episode averages around 8-9. the opening shot of sam lying sluttily on the hood of the impala. sam and dean being mistaken for a gay couple looking to buy property. sam and dean pretending to be a gay couple looking to buy property. "okay honey". dean slapping sam on the ass? the only time in the show i've seen sam and dean use umbrellas (finding out that kripke never wanted them to use umbrellas bc they weren't manly enough??) sam and dean breaking and entering and squatting :") a kid with a bug fixation, ostracised by his dad, who sam has an immediate connection with. winchester family dynamics. bugs as the ghost of settler colonial violence haunting American suburban gentrification. bugs as a metaphor for how fragile the facade of white picket fence suburbia really is. sam and dean aren't able to kill their way out of this week's monster. all they're able to do is save people, temporarily. they don't get to break the curse, and that's the point. it's bigger than either of them. hunting as a cycle of frontier violence perpetuating itself, and for once there are no black-or-white solutions. supernatural will never deal with this theme again! anyways, they put cast and crew in a room with 65000 bees but the damned bees didn't show up properly on camera so they ended up using CGI bees. they look horrible.

[diadraws]

RIP BOZO 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

[salemoleander]

At the end of Iskall's ep he's become fixated on fishing, sees a salmon floating on the water, and then gets a mending book

... and idk why bc that is So Much Less ominous or pointed than half the stuff that's happened, but for some reason that's what made me sure the fishing religion/big salmon stuff is becoming a capital-T Thing. Lore. Plot. Whatever you wanna call it. There's Stories Afoot.

(I don't know how the snail fits into it yet. I'm sure that will become evident in due time)

[mwolf0epsilon]

In which Dogma babysits a cadet

Summary: There is a cadet onboard. Dogma finds him a little strange, especially with how much the little trainee keeps staring at him...

[I had a very big urge to write this for some reason... I might do more with it if I feel around to it, but for now have the littlest bite of a drabble]

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There is a cadet onboard. The mere sight of him startles Dogma in a way that is honestly quite unbecoming of a fully trained soldier such as he. But, in all fairness, the newly promoted sargeant hadn't expected to see such a youthful face staring up at him with such interest, when he'd gone to the captain's office to deliver the logistics report. Commander Tano was already enough of a shock. And she was 15 standard.

Were he not before his superior officer, he might mirror the expression the cadet was regarding him with. Stare down at the cadet with just as much (if not more) curiosity as he sees cast back at him. Instead he keeps a professional stoic look, and wordlessly side-steps the oddity in the room.

"Inventory is all accounted for sir. We are ready for departure in the next 48 hours." He refrains from asking about the cadet. It's honestly none of his business, and he even makes sure not to stare any more than he already had on his way in. Instead handing the datapad to Rex with some modicum of pride for keeping his composure.

"I..." The captain falters. Then frowns as he stares at the flimsywork he's just been handed. And then he looks at Dogma with a raised eyebrow. "Didn't I assign Jesse to do the inventory work?"

"The lieutenant pulled me aside and requested that I take his place, sir." Quite literally too. He'd unexpectedly grabbed Dogma by the pauldron and practically dragged him to a side-hall to make the shift alteration, while he'd been on his way to the mess for late-meal. "I was told he had an urgent matter to attend to."

The cadet is watching them. Those huge inquisitive dark eyes seeming to focus more on Dogma than the much older clone. It's unnerving to some degree, but he doesn't put more thought into it than he has to.

If anything (and he's going back on his own words and giving this more consideration than he should), this might be a good learning experience for a trainee of his age.

Shadowing assessments were rare and far between back when he was still in this kih'vod's age group, but they were great for a more hands-on approach in terms of specialized tasks. Visual guidance for future conduct within a battalion was not the worst of any experimental module the Kaminoans could put them through.

It's just a little odd they'd send a cadet to shadow the 501st before they were set to depart towards their next campaign. Dogma's first campaign at that.

Turning his attention back to the captain, Dogma can't help the downward twitch of the corner of his mouth as he notes the displeasure on the more seasoned soldier's face.

"I'm sure he did..." The blond cast a quick annoyed glance towards his personal datapad, before shaking his head and looking back up at Dogma with an almost apologetic look. "Thank you, Dogma. Logistics is very important work, and I'm glad someone is putting in the effort. Just... Don't let Jesse hustle you like that next time... He has a tendency to push desk work onto Shinies who don't know any better."

At that, Dogma couldn't help but frown.

"That's rude..."

Startling, both Dogma and his superior officer turned towards the cadet. The trainee looked put-off, or perhaps even insulted, as he was currently pouting up at the two.

"Pardon?" The captain asked.

"Giving your chores to someone else just because you don't wanna do them... That's rude..." The cadet repeated himself, head slightly tilted as he regarded them with a look that reminded Dogma a lot of how Tup would sometimes look at him when he thought he wasn't getting the point of whatever conversation they might be disagreeing on.

"I... Yes, that's correct kih'vod." The captain nodded in agreement. Dogma had to agree as well. He didn't particularly like the idea of others or himself shirking work unnecessarily. After all, a battalion was a well greased machine that had to be well maintained by everyone. "Jesse calls it a less aggressive form of hazing... I call it his rare bouts of laziness..."

"....I don't like Jesse." The cadet decided with a huff, little arms crossed over his chest. "He sounds like a jerk."

"The lieutenant has a rather... Complicated personality." Dogma tried to interject, even if in all honesty he didn't particularly like how abrasive Jesse could be at times. Especially when he'd noted that this particular side of him only came out when he was around.

To his knowledge, he hadn't tried to trick Tup in the same way he had him. And Tup was just as new to the battalion as he was...

"Complicated my left sheb..." The cadet shockingly spat out, which caused both the sergeant and captain to splutter in surprise.

"Show some respect to a superior officer!" The clone with a chevron shaped tattoo barked in horror at the trainee's rudeness. What were they teaching cadets these days?!

"This one must be one of Alpha's newest sheb'ikas..." the captain murmured to himself before shaking his head. A weirdly fond smile on his face. "I... Dogma, I know you've already had something you weren't meant to do shoved onto you but... This kih'vod has been shadowing me all day since his... Arrival... Here... Onto this ship... Uh... Could you maybe take him to the mess? I have a meeting in less than 30 minutes and I still need to... Err... Figure some things out before we depart to Umbara."

"....Yes sir. I can do that sir." He had been going to the mess before. And the captain most definitely shouldn't miss a meeting just because he had a tiny shadow. One who was nowhere near ready for a tactical meeting with such higher ranking members of the GAR.

"Thank you... I uh, if anyone asks about the kid. Tell them I'll explain things later during the mission briefing." Rex smiled uneasily. Dogma doubted there would be much explaining.

"Yes sir." The sergeant nodded solemnly, swallowing down the bitterness that came with being unceremoniously relegated to tubie-sitting duty, and then turned to look at the cadet. "Come along..."

"Ok!" The cadet at the very least didn't argue with the arrangement, seeming almost a little too eager to leave the captain in favour of following Dogma around. He couldn't imagine why.

They walked quietly through the halls towards the mess. The sergeant occasionally having to make sure the cadet was following, as he seemed to be stopping to look at every little thing they came across. A stray mouse droid, a group of chatting troopers wandering off to do only stars knew what, even the lighting fixtures on the walls seemed to intrigue the trainee.

It's as if he'd never seen something as basic as a semi-automated facility. Which was a very absurd notion. Kamino might be one giant laboratory of a city, with long white halls and repetitive minimalist decor, but surely the architecture there wasn't so tediously monotone that an automatic door held all that much magic to behold...

The cadet was strange. Very strange. From that odd little spark in his eyes whenever he was looking at Dogma, down to the way he dressed...

He'd never seen a cadet in civvies before. The blue short-sleeved shirt and tan shorts were oddly exposing. The shoes looked at least somewhat durable, but those socks were brightly colored and most likely wouldn't survive much wear and tear.

There was also a non-standard weapon kept in a tiny holster. One that was so nonthreatening that no one had bothered to disarm him. An electro-slingshot wasn't worth the trouble of incurring a young Fett clone's temper tantrums.

"Be on your best behaviour." Dogma found himself warning as they neared their destination. "It wouldn't do you well to be disrespectful around natborn officers. Or any officers at all, come to think of it..."

"I'll be good." The cadet shrugged nonchalantly.

"Very well. I am sergeant Dogma. I'll be chaperoning you until the captain is free from his current duties." He offered, feeling that they might as well introduce themselves properly if they'd be spending some time together.

"It's very very nice to meet you Dogma!" The cadet smiled earnestly. So much so that it took him slightly aback. He'd never had someone greet him as warmly as this. Not unless they were Tup. "I'm Tulpa!"

[whynotlol9]

we are watching live Colin going through season2!jon arc! I believe that everyone in Magnus institute randomly saw jon lurking and being paranoid, just like Sam now. And I think Elias dealt with their complaints or worries the same way Lena did - just reassure, tell not to worry and continue to silently watch

[gracekraft]

Clone High Season 3 (or Season 2 of the reboot) is out now!

And I'm gonna celebrate with some Kahlopatra~

I storyboarded on a few episodes this season, look for my name in the credits if you check it out! I'm on 1, 5 and 8.

[strangersatellites]

the one with the shacker shirt | more frat king steve x his problem causing bf eddie

a mini collab with @amethyst-crowns !!

it’s a cool friday night and eddie’s two tequila shots, a handful of beers, and a cigarette into his setlist at this point. their dedicated few fans are up front and center scream singing along with them while the rest of the bar is bustling with life.

with drinks being spilled, food being ordered and then forgotten about, sorority girls having deep meaningful talks in the bathroom so long their boyfriends’ forgot they were there.

it’s a friday night at his favorite college bar and eddie is buzzing with energy.

he’s got his guitar slung over his back and he’s taking a beer break, eyes scanning over the room in search of his favorite boy. he’s probably somewhere charming his way into free drinks in a way that never fails to leave eddie laughing and a bit baffled. he gets it though, everybody else is just as wrapped around steve’s finger as he is so he can’t say anything.

he’s talking to the guys, kicking a couple empty cans offstage when he sees them out of the corner of his eye.

two guys, probably eddie’s age, maybe seniors. they’re flagging him over and looking around suspiciously and eddie thinks that if they’re interested in buying, this is an awful strange time to approach him about it.

he’s about to break the news, tell them he’s not selling tonight when one of them smiles and claps his shoulder when he squats down to their height.

“hey man, we don’t want you to get in trouble so we figured we’d tell you before someone else did.” he says with a nod. says it like eddie will catch on, like he’ll know what this is about.

he doesn’t.

he furrows his brows and looks at them, confused. “pardon?”

the second guy tugs at the hem of eddie’s shirt, darts his eyes around conspiratorially again. “you gotta turn this inside out of something, bro. pledges can’t wear letters out until initiation. vp rec will hand you your ass if he hears about it.”

the first guy is all but hissing in his ear in his effort to be quiet. “yeah AND the president’s here, man. we’re just looking out for you.”

eddie glances down at his own chest, realizing for the first time what shirt he grabbed off the back of steve’s desk chair this morning.

it’s not his that’s for sure. it’s definitely his boyfriend’s. big, bold greek letters across the chest. ink peeling off and threadbare around the waist. the arm holes more hole than shirt at this point.

he smiles back up at the guys, finally figuring out what this is about.

he huffs a quiet laugh and his knees crack when he stand back up. he hears gareth mindlessly drumming his sticks against his stool so he knows his break’s over. pulls his guitar back around to his chest and bows.

“well i appreciate your looking out for me, gentlemen. but… i think i’ll take my chances.”

he hears a scoff and a muffled “whatever, man” and a “not my fucking problem, i guess.”

but whatever he’s not paying any attention.

the mic squeals when he walks up to it and he’s got a thousand-watt smile and an apology on his lips immediately after.

“ah shit, sorry, sorry guys- my bad.” he backs up a step and squints against the harsh light, still searching for his boy. “before this next one, i’m looking for someone. baby? baby, where are you? can you come up here sweetheart?”

he looks toward the back of the crowd and sees steve’s bright smile and glassy eyes as he shoulders his way up front. sees how he stops to talk to a few people, say hi, dap up a couple of the guys. but he makes it up the front of the stage in record time given all that, regardless.

“there you are! missed you,” he says before he’s leaving his mic again and dropping down to his knees.

now he’s low enough that steve can tangle a hand in his unruly curls and tug him forward and down. can tug him close enough the he feels his breath against his lips when he whispers “will you play my favorite?”

he knows his own smile is bright as the sun.

“of course, baby.”

when steve kisses him, messy and like he’s putting on a show, eddie can’t help but overhear the “what?” and “oh that’s him?” coming from the side stage.

there are a lot of perks to being steve’s boyfriend. but that response is always one of his favorites.

[angee1011]

I love pjo fandom because we are watching this show and people are like “wow these kids’ parents sure do suck”

And we are just like “✨yes they do✨ isn’t it great ✨”

[kedreeva]

Okay if you haven't yet, and you have Netflix/Paramount+, consider giving "School Spirits" a chance.

It looks like a silly little cheesy teenage ghosts show, I put it on for background noise, and then got totally engrossed in the mystery. It's VERY well written, very well filmed, the mystery was GREAT and the payoff at the end is also great.

One of the things majorly lacking in shows I've recently tried to watch is that they try to do a twist/reveal at the end that comes out of nowhere. They don't want you to guess what they're doing. This show doesn't do that. This show wants you to guess. They give you seven different mysteries and enough clues to guess (most of) what is going on, so that when you get the final puzzle piece to any given mystery, it feels GREAT.

The story premise is this: a teenager in hs wakes up as a ghost in the hs, and doesn't remember how she died, and with the help of the other ghosts, tries to solve the mystery of her own death.

Simple premise. BEAUTIFULLY executed. Not all of the questions that arise get answered, but the main one (what she doesn't remember) gets solved by the end of the season, leaving the "why/how and what comes next" to be carried to the next season. It does a cliffhanger RIGHT. But now I desperately want to see the second season (which I believe has been approved, so it's a matter of waiting).

So pretty please, if you're looking for something to do and a great, engaging lil mystery to watch, consider! School Spirits!!