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Saptahik Chakrir Potrika 07 october 2022

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তিতাস গ্যাস কোম্পানি নিয়োগ বিজ্ঞপ্তি ২০২২ - Works Circular

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Laundry Day (Cal Kestis x reader)

Summary: Cal can’t always control when his psychometric powers grant him a glimpse of the past. And even less so when the object holds a powerful emotional echo.

Or: Cal picks up the shirt you masturbated in.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI; afab!reader but no pronouns used; no use of y/n; porn with some plot; hints of voyeurism if you squint; sub!Cal if you squint; first kiss; first time; hand job; masturbation; if I missed anything please let me know!

A/N: This is shameless and self-indulgent and hastily written before the motivation left. I will not apologize.

Word Count: 2,205

Read it here on AO3!

NSFW below the cut!

You clench your jaw, the damp fabric of your shirt caught between your teeth as you struggle to keep quiet. But gods your fingers feel so good circling your clit and you’re absolutely soaked right now and you have to be quiet because Cal is sleeping in the room across the hall.

The thought of Cal overhearing your late-night activities makes your pussy clench around nothing. Eyes falling shut, you gather some more wetness and press more firmly on that bundle of nerves that has you on fire. Images of Cal’s toned forearms, freckled face, powerful thighs flash through your mind. You stifle a groan.

This is so bad, and you know it. You shouldn’t be getting off to the thought of your friend—never mind the fact that he’s a Jedi. But even when he’s only hidden behind a few thin durasteel walls, he occupies your mind. The way his eyes dance with fiery determination when a new opportunity to strike against the Empire arises. The way his plush lips curve up into sarcastic smiles at your jokes. His tenderness with BD. His softness with you.

And that’s what gets you all riled up in the first place: it’s just how genuinely good Cal Kestis is. There’s not a mean bone in his body. He takes care of you, and you of him, and the domesticity of it all drives you absolutely insane.

Which leads you here. You finally plunge two of your fingers into your tight, wet heat, imagining—wishing—it was Cal’s fingers instead. Exhaling a shaky breath, you crook your fingers up against the spongy wall of your cunt and press. Your hips rock involuntarily, and the added friction against your clit has your toes curling. You breathe deep through your nose, loosening your muscles as the wave of pleasure zinging through you crests.

And you cum, teeth unlatching from your shirt as you gasp out Cal’s name.

Once the aftershocks die down, you shuck the shirt off over your head, the neckline entirely damp with your now-cooling saliva. The temperature is uncomfy; you snatch a clean shirt from beneath your bunk to wear instead. Tossing the soiled shirt toward your growing laundry pile, you settle down under the covers at last, curling on your side as sleep finally, finally takes you.

The next morning when you wake, the comforting hum of the hyperdrive engine is silent. You must’ve arrived at your next destination while you slept. Good. Even though it’s only been you and Cal for about a year now, you still try to keep some extra supplies on board in case any of the old crew decide to rejoin you and Cal. And after your last run-in with the Empire, forcing you into hiding for a standard month, all of your supplies are low. You’ll use this opportunity to restock.

But first, you need to wash up. The lights on both Cal’s door and the ’fresher are green, meaning he’s probably up in the cockpit with BD. Slipping into the ’fresher, you lock the door behind you and turn the knob to heat the water up. Your sleep clothes crumple to the floor as you shuffle out of them, trying to focus on creating a mental list of the supplies you’ll need to pick up today. Yet, your traitorous mind keeps drifting back to your solo fun last night—heat throbbing between your legs at just the thought of how hard you came—and you shake your head angrily at yourself.

“Get a grip,” you grumble.

As if summoned by your thoughts, there’s a knock at the door. You jump. Your heart hammers in your throat.

“Kriff, Cal, you scared me,” you call through the door.

“Sorry,” he calls back, and you hear the genuine regret in his voice. “I just wanted to check to see if you had any laundry? It’ll be a bit before we’re able to get it done after today.”

“Good thinking,” you say. “There’s a pile on my floor. I can get it, though; don’t worry about my stuff.”

He doesn’t respond, and you visualize the sardonic, two-fingered salute he’s recently gotten in the habit of giving. A smile quirks your lips.

A smile that is quickly obliterated as a jolt of pure anxiety bursts through you. Gods, knowing Cal, he’s already gone to grab your dirty laundry, and the shirt—the fucking shirt—is right on top, and you know he can’t always control his psycho-Force-whateveritscalled powers.

The ’fresher door slams open and you dash across the narrow hall to your room.

To your horror, Cal is in fact there, gathering your clothes from the floor, and the warning to wait gets choked in your throat as he grabs the shirt on the top of the pile, the one that’s surely still damp with your spit and sweat.

His entire body stiffens, eyes widening, his grip on the other clothes going limp as he experiences the Force echo you’ve left behind. Feeling like you’ve been doused in gasoline and ice at the same time, it finally registers for you that you’re naked in front of Cal fucking Kestis and he’s feeling you cum to the thought of him.

“Cal, I—”

“Oh.” The strangled moan that tears from his throat has your mind reeling, never in a million years imagining that you’d ever hear him make such a lewd noise, let alone in reaction to you.

You reach for him, placing a shaking hand on his arm. “Are- Are you okay?”

He blinks and seems to physically re-enter this current moment. His cheeks are bright pink, his chest heaving. At his wide-eyed once over of your naked form, your knees nearly give out.

“I’m so sorry,” you continue. Panic seizes at your lungs, making it hard to breathe. “I shouldn’t have- I should have- I’m so so sorry, Cal, I can leave if you want—”

“Hey.” He rests both of his large, warm hands on your bare shoulders, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Deep breaths. I’m not- I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?” You try to catch your breath, but the darkening of his green eyes has your breath catching for an entirely different reason now.

He shakes his head. “How long?”

Chewing at the inside of your cheek nervously, you drop your gaze. “Months. Since we first met.”

Gently, he guides your chin up so that you meet his gaze again. His eyes are soft—darker than usual, yes—but there’s that familiar softness to them that unwinds some of the tension in your chest. He holds your gaze long enough for your heart to stop pounding, but you can’t will away the swirling pit of regret pulling at your insides. He’s not mad, which is great, but he’s still not said anything and you can’t figure out what he might say or what he’s feeling or—

“Can I kiss you?”

You blink dumbly. “What?”

A faint smile ghosts over his features. “Can I kiss you?”

“Oh gods yes,” you squeak out.

A true smile tugs at his lips, and then slowly, giving you ample time to change your mind and pull away, he leans down, one hand supporting the back of your head, the other cupping your cheek. Your eyes close and you stand on your toes, meeting him halfway.

His lips are as soft as you imagined, and you can’t help the needy whine that escapes you as he pulls you flush against him. Your bare, heated skin presses against the leather of his chest piece, tantalizing against the sensitive skin of your breasts. Snaking one hand up into his silken hair, your other grips at his muscled bicep, grounding yourself. His mouth moves slowly against your own.

This is really fucking happening.

He breaks the kiss, but doesn’t go far, resting his forehead against your own. You peer up through your eyelashes at him.

“I take it you feel the same?” you ask, breathless.

“Since we met,” he affirms in a low tone. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and you catch the digit between your teeth and suck. He groans. “Gods, if I’d known...”

You just hum, swirling your tongue around his thumb until he withdraws, only to kiss you again. Electricity feels like it dances along your skin where he touches you. Blindly, you tug him backwards with you until your legs hit the bunk. Lowering yourself, he follows, bracing himself over you with his forearms to either side of your head, caging you in. With a soft moan, you hook a leg over his hips and drag him down to you. The friction of his clothes against your aching core makes you hiss.

“Fuck, take these off, please,” you plead, tugging with weak fingers at his shirt.

He sits up just long enough to rip the offending garments off, and you practically drool at the sight of his toned chest as it is revealed to you. Scars litter the otherwise smooth alabaster, and you know you’ll take your time at a later date tracing them, committing them to memory. Right now, though, your attention is drawn farther down as he shimmies out of his pants. His hard cock, the tip a gorgeous shade of pink, bobs as it comes free of its confines.

“Oh gods,” you groan. “May I?”

“Please.”

You’ve never heard his voice so strained before, and you are nothing if not eager to continue drawing sounds from him. Wrapping your fingers tentatively around the hot shaft of his dick, you hum in delight at the way he twitches in your grip. You slowly work his cock, eyes trained on his face, catching every flutter of his eyelashes, every time he bites his lip, every miniscule reaction you can possibly gain from him.

“I want you inside me,” you say.

He groans. “I- I’ve never—”

“It’s alright,” you soothe. You release him for a moment to gather some of the slick from between your folds—and can’t resist rubbing your pussy for just a few seconds, letting a broken moan fall from your lips. Then you use the slick to lube his dick up.

“C’mere,” you say, your legs widening for him to slot in between. “I’ve got you. Say the word and it all stops.”

“I want this,” he says, eyes trained on yours as he settles himself between your thighs. “I want you.”

You hum in delight and, guiding him, line his cock up with your neglected entrance. Wrapping your legs around him, you press down with your heels to push him into you.

His head falls to your shoulder with a broken, gasping moan. You clench at the burning stretch of him filling you, nails digging into his smooth skin. He’s not even touched you, barely begun to fuck you, and you’re already ready to cum.

“Cal,” you murmur, caressing his back, “you okay?”

“S’alot,” he mumbles against your skin. “Can I—?”

“Yes, please.” You press a kiss to his shoulder. “Make love to me, Cal.”

With a whine, he slowly withdraws, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously on your walls, and then pushes back into you just as slowly. You moan with him at the sensation of filling and being filled, unsure where you begin and he ends, lost in the feeling of just him. He sets a languid pace, kissing your neck, murmuring sweet words in your ear: “You feel so good. Take me so well. Fuck, I needed this. Needed you.”

When he adjusts his grip on you, reaching beneath your body to support your hips, you laugh breathlessly.

“Gonna cum like this.”

He bites down on the sensitive juncture between your neck and shoulder as he snaps his hips against yours, making you cry out. The agonizingly slow pull out, the moment’s pause where only his tip remains in your dripping pussy, and then the overwhelming burst of pleasure as he slams back into you: it’s all you know. It’s all you’ve ever known, all you ever will know. You babble praises, begging, pleading with him, the coil in your belly growing tighter and hotter the harder he fucks into you.

“Can feel you’re close,” he slurs. “Cum for me. Please.”

That’s what does it, hearing him beg for you to cum on him. You go rigid, white flashing in your eyes as the tight coil snaps. Pleasure floods through you, and dimly you’re aware of Cal growling against your ear as he rocks you through it, his promises of cumming in you only serving to draw out the shockwaves of your orgasm. You think you scream. And then, when you feel his dick pulse as he goes absolutely still, you cum again.

He’s laughing when you come down from your high. He remains in you even as he begins to go soft, his giddy, breathless giggles pure music to your ears.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers.

“I just— this is not how I expected today to go,” he says, still laughing.

You smile. “Maybe you should do the laundry more often, hm?”

He just kisses you, and you’re content with that answer.

[geekywritings]

“Come back to bed.”

Today, I present to you my interpretation of the lovely anonymous ask I received:

“Reader was super touch starved before they started dating and Cal is super touchy, and she loves it but also has trouble getting used it. But her favorite thing is when he rubs her back (comfort or just to be close) and it just becomes a thing for them??"

Again, lots of fluff, so enjoy!

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Touch… Such a simple thing. A sign of trust, a proof of friendship and a language of love all at the same time.

You’ve always had a strange relationship with the concept. On one hand, you feared it, on the other, you desired nothing more than to experience its effects. Thinking about it, your paradox connection to touch probably stemmed from your upbringing. Your mother had worked in one of the adult entertainment establishments of Nar Shadaa, with you growing up in this strange world of opposites.

Poor workers, rich clients. Big expectations, and crushed dreams. Honest touch and paid-for love. It all mixed together in this place, and you had watched it all from the kitchens where you were being kept while your mother served drinks to the various males that frequented the “The Pearl” every night.

Hugs were rare, as your mother wasn’t the type for it. She showed her affection in different ways, first and foremost by sending you away when you were old enough, thus saving you from a future in the establishment.

You attended a pilot academy and graduated among the top of your class. By that time, the Republic had fallen and the Empire was recruiting capable pilots left and right. Needless to say, the strict regime didn’t exactly encourage comradery and touch either.

And so you grew more and more hungry for it, while never quite knowing why.

You also hated working for the Empire. Payment was bad, the treatment of people horrendous and everything about it simply felt wrong.

It was by pure accident that you crossed paths with the rebels when one of them tried to pay you good credits to smuggle someone off-planet along with your booked cargo. You had agreed, mostly for the credits, to be honest, but eventually, helping people became a mission. A true purpose. Something fulfilling.

You also came to love one rebel in particular: Cal Kestis. You had run several missions for and with him until he eventually asked you to join his crew permanently. They could always use a good pilot, he argued. A good friend of his, Greeze, used to be the Captain of the impressive ship he used to get around, but the Latero had retired or was at least taking an extensive break.

And so your story with Cal had begun, quickly growing from allies to friends and eventually romantic partners. It had all happened so fast and your head still reeled from how the redhead had managed to worm his way into your heart. Never had you met anyone displaying such kindness, gentleness, patience and respect. It was impossible not to fall in love with him.

He taught you how to fight as well, organizing a metal staff for you after you turned out to be a rather poor shot. You two sparred regularly, with the Jedi putting his combat training into good use to teach you new tricks.

The crew around you changed constantly. Some left, some died, some joined you only for a specific job. But Cal, BD-1 and you were a constant on the Mantis. They were your family and the ship your home.

Often, you would sit awake long into the night, staring out into the galaxy passing you by and thinking about what your life would have been like if your mother hadn’t saved up every credit to send you away.

“Didn’t you say you’d join me in 10 minutes?”

You turned and found Cal leaning against the doorway leading to the cockpit. His hair was tousled and his eyes sleepy, but a small smile was playing on his lips, as he crossed his arms in front of his bare chest.

“That was three hours ago, love.”, he added when you sent him a confused look.

“Oh…”, was all you could say, not having realized how much time had passed. Getting lost in memories did that to you.

Stifling a yawn, Cal moved to drop into the Co-pilot seat, green eyes searching yours.

“Can’t sleep again?” His voice was full of sympathy as he reached out a hand to rest on your knee.

There it was again: touch.

Cal always reached for you. Whether it was for a hug or a kiss, to hold your hand, to just feel you near or to make sweet love with you. Every touch from his was special and you did your best to reciprocate. You still remembered the look of pure joy the first time you initiated a hug or gave him a kiss or reached for his hand on your own. It helped you greatly to open yourself to the kind of love language you had yearned for, yet still needed to grasp fully.

You stared at his hand on your knee and slowly placed yours on top of his.

“I was thinking about my mother… and everything she did to give me a good life.”

Cal nodded in understanding, but didn’t say anything, allowing you to unload your thoughts. He knew your past and had even volunteered to help your mom, but she had disappeared from “The Pearl” after your graduation with no sign of her to be found.

“She saved you. That’s love.”, he eventually spoke and you smiled.

“I wish I could have shown her more that I loved her.”, you sighed. You regretted that you hadn’t hugged her more on your own accord.

“I am sure that she knew.”, Cal assured you, ever the supportive voice for your conscience.

You smiled at him and nodded, before slipping from the pilot’s chair into his lap, arms sneaking around him. “I love you, Cal… And I want to show you every day.”, you muttered into his neck, as his arms came to rest around you.

“You do show me every day, Starlight.”, he whispered back, holding you close. “And I am so very grateful for it, because I love you as well. To the end of the Galaxy and back.”

For a while you just sat in silence, enjoying the proximity, Cal's hand drawing small circles on your lower back. It was your favourite, really, the gesture always helping you relax.

“Now come back to bed, love.”, the Jedi whispered eventually and you nodded, allowing him to carry you back into your room, where you both gave into desire.

Touch… Such a simple thing. A sign of trust, a proof of friendship and a language of love all at the same time.

You’ve always had a strange relationship with the concept. But you were ready to open your heart to it fully, as long as Cal was with you.

[jewish-vents]

first - i just want to say thank you for making this blog. it’s so important to know that we aren’t alone in the many things we’re experiencing and feeling right now, especially when so many of us have become painfully isolated as of late.

i apologize for how long this one is going to be.

i’ve been feeling so, so alone recently. my tumblr dash has been cut down to just a handful of jewish blogs that i can trust to be kind and understanding and nuanced, but it means that the majority of the content i see is about antisemitism and the war. after a while, it becomes draining to scroll through what feels like endless sadness. i turned to looking at fandom tags instead of following fandom blogs, but it makes me feel equally as insane to click on a blog about race cars and immediately see a post with 60k notes calling what’s happening in gaza “the new holocaust”. i started going back on twitter, but fan accounts on there too are only safe for a day or so before the account owner shares some awful antisemitic tweet from an account known to be an anti-jewish extremist. i went back on instagram briefly, but i was soon afraid to look at people’s stories for fear i’d see something terrible and lose yet another trusted person from my life.

in person, i have to walk by signs saying “zionism = genocide” and hastily scribbled palestinian flags with the colors in the wrong spot on my way to class every day. a wall across from my apartment says “BDS” in giant letters. i haven’t opened my curtains in months because of it. a “protest” of about 25 people stood in the center of campus and yelled and waved their fists in passing students’ faces, so jewish students didn’t go to class on any of the days they gathered. i only have one non jewish friend left at school - the rest abandoned me because i either called them out on antisemitic rhetoric or refused to go along with the idea that anyone, palestinian or israeli, muslim or jewish, is less than human. i had taken several of them along to our hillel’s seder in the past. i don’t know who i can safely go with this year. i have a few jewish friends, of course, but i love bringing goyische friends with little connection to judaism along to experience how joyful and loving jewish holidays can be.

it feels like there is no escape from this fucking war. it sickens me that it’s the only thing people pretend to care about - where is the attention for sudan, ukraine, armenia, uyghurs in china, syria, guyana? how is putting an emoji in your twitter bio or putting a translucent overlay of the palestinian flag on your tumblr icon any sort of real activism? how have we gone from “antisemitism is wrong” to “(((zionists))) control the world media”? it seems like the war is a fandom to these people. it seems like nobody cares enough to fully read and think critically about what they share, let alone do real research beyond looking at an infographic somebody shared on their instagram story. they’ll add on “don’t forget your click today!” to an unrelated twitter thread that went viral, flip the bird at the local starbucks, and put “won’t you free my palestine” on their instagram stories. they’ll anonymously tell a jew online to commit suicide. they’ll feel secure in the knowledge that they’re the perfect leftist, that this is somehow “good trouble”. all this praxis, and nothing to show for it but massive surges in hate crimes against jews. good job, guys! you singlehandedly saved every innocent person in gaza!

it’s isolating. it’s scary. jews can’t mourn. jews can’t be angry. jews can’t disagree. jews can’t suffer. jews can’t be whole, complex people with diverse beliefs and experiences. suffering is a game, and the goal is to hurt the most, scream the most, die the most, all to appease western leftists whose closest connection to war and violence was reading the hunger games in middle school.

i’m tired of it all. i want a peaceful and just resolution to the war. i want the mindless hatred everywhere to stop. i want to be able to scroll through social media and see nothing but fandom. i want to walk through campus with my magen david showing and all the friends i lost by my side on the way to the hillel seder. i want to open my curtains again. i know the experience of one diaspora jew is nothing compared to what people living in israel and palestine are currently going through, yet i still need this all to end. i don’t think any of us can go on like this, but we must, because we have. for thousands of years, we’ve gone on. that still doesn’t mean it has to be this hard all the time.

all i can think is “now we are slaves. next year may we be free.” now we are slaves to hatred and violence and suffering. next year may we all be free. next year may we all be in jerusalem.

.

[breakfastteatime]

Today's request is for @serena-darrin!

Rare is the day Cal is up before Greez, but today’s that day and Greez finds the kid in the galley, staring into the cupboards like he has no idea what food is…

…or he’s sleepwalking.

“You sleepwalking?” Greez asks.

“No,” Cal sighs.

Greez looks, but BD’s not with him. “Something wrong?”

Closing the cupboard, Cal turns to Greez without meeting his eyes. He’s squirming. The kid is definitely squirming. What’s he done? Has he damaged the Mantis? No, wait, is he sick? Is this a Cere problem? It’s probably a Cere –

“I’m hungry.”

That’s it? That’s his big –

“And I don’t… I don’t know… I can’t…”

“Sometime today, Cal.”

He blushes a bright red. “I don’t know how to cook any of this stuff.”

“Oh!” Greez gasps. He sees Cal flush a brighter shade of shameful red. Crap. Not the right reaction. “Oh. Oh, kid. Sorry, I didn’t even think.”

And now that he is thinking about it, he realizes unless its super basic (making tea, making toast, spreading stuff on toast), pre-cooked, or straight out a packet, Greez has never seen Cal prepare food for himself.

“It’s okay,” Cal says. “Why would you when I never said anything ‘til now?”

Greez can’t stand it. He can’t stand the way Cal deflects apologies. And he can’t stand that this kid, who can use the Force for all kinds of insane antics, can’t cook. It’s a basic life skill, one he intends to hammer into Cal, starting right now. “Alright. Sit. I’m gonna make you something nice and easy, and you’re gonna watch and follow along. Or are you a note taker? How’s the best way for you to learn?”

Cal stares at him for a second before shaking himself. “I guess I learn best by being shown what to do. That’s how Pr – that’s how I learned on Bracca. And with the Jedi.”

“Great, I teach best by demonstrating,” Greez says. “Wash up. We’re gonna start with the basics and build up from there. Nice and easy. What could go wrong?”

“Uh – ”

“Cal, forget I asked. Now go on, wash your hands.”

The basics is scrambling and seasoning eggs. Gentle seasoning because Cal has a delicate palate after years of what he calls ‘Bracca Stodge’. He’ll get better with time and exposure, according to Cere. Not today though. Today is small. Today is a baby step, and Greez is relieved to have an eager and willing student in Cal. For someone so familiar with breaking things and fighting, he can be surprisingly gentle and deft of touch when he needs to be. For a moment Greez pictures him as one of those little Jedi Padawans Cere’s told him about, all bright eyed and idealistic. The idea of baby Jedi kind of terrifies Greez because who in their right minds puts tiny children in danger, no matter how superpowered, but he has never and will never say that aloud. Anyway, Cal’s a bit too weather-beaten to call idealistic, although the will to learn hasn’t diminished at all. And Greez can’t help but melt just the teeniest tiniest little bit when he sees how proud Cal is of himself when he succeeds in making his own breakfast.

“Thanks, Greez,” Cal says after he finishes inhaling his food. “You’re a great teacher.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome. Just don’t put me out of a job, alright? I enjoy cooking. It’s very cathartic for me.”

Laughing, Cal leans back in his chair. “Don’t worry, I won’t be a threat to you any time soon.”

Before Greez can respond, BD-1 trumpets his arrival. He leaps onto Cal’s back, asking what he missed. When Cal explains how Greez taught him to cook an egg, BD lets out a sorrowful beep.

“What’s wrong with the droid?” Greez asks.

Cal smiles fondly at his friend. “He’s sad he didn’t get to scan it before I ate it.”

“Oh.” Freaky little thing, scanning people’s meals. “Good news: he’s gonna have plenty more chances.”

Cal perks up at this, and so does BD-1.

Greez turns away before they can see his smile. What a ridiculous pair they are.

[davidmariottecomics]

New Job, Boom!

Hey friends, 

Going to be a short one this week, but I definitely didn't want to let it pass without saying a little something. If you haven't heard otherwise yet, I'm now working at BOOM! Studios! Once I can say more, I'm sure I will, but it's early, things aren't really announced beyond that, and there are other matters to turn your attention to. 

Announcements: It's the Global General Strike for Palestine! For the next week, people all over the world are striking from all sorts of regular activity to disrupt the economic systems supporting the destruction of Palestine and to put that time and energy into active protest movement. This is a pretty basic explainer of what you can do and know that doing anything is better than doing nothing, right? If you have to go to work, be visible. If you have to shop, be visible and thoughtful. If you have to rest, enjoy the things you already have. If you want to post, make it about what is happening. Current reports are estimating over 25,000 people have been murdered, with the death toll just going to keep rising between continued bombardments and the lack of resources. Over 60,000 people are wounded, 85% of the population has been displaced, and roughly 1 in 4 people is facing extreme hunger. No hospital is fully functional, for the ones that are still left standing. The IOF (Israeli Occupying Force) has admitted to exhuming graves, and have claimed it's to "find the hostages", but in the face of the other war crimes they've committed, it's hard to believe it wasn't vengeful malicious behavior to psychologically wound Palestinians as much as anything else. While we wait--possibly years--to find out if the International Court of Justice rules that Israel is in fact committing a genocide, people are going to continue dying from this. And so, hopefully, with a bit of concentrated disruption and pressure, this destruction that's already lasted 100+ days may finally find an end. 

In terms of using your power and time, I've mentioned it before, but you could call your representatives. Fax their offices. Email them. Contact the White House. Join actions from organizations like Jewish Voice for Peace, American Muslims for Palestine, the Democratic Socialists of America, and be sure to focus your boycotts (during the strike and generally) on the businesses called out by BDS. You can take some time to read through Verso's Solidarity with Palestine reading list. Make signs for if you're going out protesting, to put in your windows, or coordinate outfits in Palestinian flag colors that show your solidarity. Make sure you're keeping an eye out for local events. If you see art installations, share them, and, yeah, that includes graffiti that bears the message. Let Palestinians take the lead in the global conversation on social media and if you see, say, your reps talking about other things, flood them with calls for a ceasefire in the replies. 

If spending money brings you any comfort and you feel a need to put something into good practice, the Cartoonist Cooperative's page still lists a ton of resources for E-Sim cards.Bisan mentioned today that E-Sims are helpful, but their use is becoming more limited as the overall infrastructure has been so damaged that you need to be in a high place to use them. 

Again, do what you can.  

What I enjoyed this week: Nancy (Comic), Yu-Gi-Oh: Duel Links (Video Game), Baldur's Gate III (Video Game), Blank Check (Podcast), Dungeons & Daddies (Podcast), How to Read Nancy (Book), Ted Lasso (TV show), my new big Taschen Ads of the 80s book, Movie Flick Chick Vol. 1 by BonerBob (Adult Comic), The Traitors Season 2 (TV show), The Floor (TV show), having a new phone and slowly getting back up to speed with it, seeing some stuff I had been working on at the old job get announced.

Pic of the Week: As I've been wont to do recently, I've made a little promo image with my announcement, so that's here, but my real pic of the week is this amazing photo of Nadja. She was in the chair sleeping and I went to move the Hello Kitty and I put it on top of her and she didn't move at all! It was very cute. 

[muchalucha-art]

i rewatched the “los fabulosos” episode today and when i got to the part where mama and lonestar met in 1976 when they both where searching mama’s ll4e necklace (it is a very cute & lovely scene to think about😊) and then i reminded myself that months ago i wrote the backstories (headcanons for now) of when buena mom and buena dad met while bm was fixing bd’s car in ‘74 and when mr. & mrs. flea met in a bar or somethin’ in ‘78. sorry for the long text xP, but onto the main question, were there any planned episodes of the planned fourth season (example, the backstories) when the show was still production?

That is all for now, Have a lucha day!🌟✨🌟✨

I love these meet scenarios with the Buenas (I guess they wouldn't be Buena Mom and Dad then) and The Fleas (I think a bar is perfect for them).

Regarding season four stories: Yes, we had been convinced by the executives at WB Animation that we were going ahead.  All of the crew had gone onto other jobs, so it was going to be myself as story editor with Lili of course, and Joel Kuwahara was staying on as producer.  (Joel of course went on to co-establish Bento Box as a major animation studio powerhouse).

I actually put together a bunch of story outlines which were sent 'upstairs'.  To be honest, they were quite random without a real series arc, as the point was just to show we still had ideas and that we could sustain another 13 episodes.  I hadn't thought too much about backstories, but we were starting to become aware of fan reaction via forums, so we were looking to explore the relationships (not necessarily romantic) between different characters. Knowing the process, we would have definitely thought more about story direction once the season became 'real'.

(I will revisit these outlines, and if they are not too embarrassing after 17 years, post them :)

But it was all a fanciful dream...someone VERY high up was able to override WB Animation and Kids' WB, and - as you know - that was that.  It came as a real shock, as everyone connected was convinced we were going ahead.

So instead, WB put their faith in 3 new shows: Loonaticks Unleashed, Johnny Test and Coconut Fred's Fruit Salad Island.  I think they all only lasted for one season, as pretty soon after that, Kids' WB bit the dust and WBA had no TV network.  Johnny Test did resurface on another network later.

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happy monday! work's been crunchy with eight new students to teach and the end of term barreling down on us. still waiting to hear back from the usfs job application I put in, as well as from one last rec letter, so I will be proactively making some dreaded phone calls today. here's the task dump!!

DC notes

tidy living room & dining table

unload dishwasher

reload dishwasher

clear kitchen counters

handwash what must be handwashed

scrub dining table

fold laundry

water plants (xmas tree!)

sanitize & deep clean counters

clean stove/oven

remake bed

vacuum apt

phone call Aa

schedule cardiology appointment

move coats back to respective owners

message loverboy!

message C & M

email JAM, BW, S&L about R

tidy bathroom

take out trash - br, bd, k

sort out the floordrobe & rerun laundry

take out cardboard & trash

cut & paint nails (green? nude? many options)

message pcp

schedule catsitter

grocery shopping (necessities)

banking reshuffle

check on applications

fix up & photograph work station

write 10 page research paper

write misc. short essays

edit & upload law perstate

xmas gift hunting

progress report submittal

work shift 3-7

[russilton]

Hi Mark! Absolutely fine if you don't wanna answer because I know you're a big fan - so am I, technically - but you're the first person I felt like going to with this. Again, no need to turn this into discourse, though, if you're not comfortable with the topic. It's about this anon information about Carmen and brands she promotes:

https://www.tumblr.com/wejustvibing/735261797962203136/i-think-tommy-attempting-to-do-something-with

And I was wondering if you know which ones are meant/if you think she is (should) be aware of that? Again, only if you want to comment. This stuff is important to me, so I'll guess I'll look into it too, but I like your straightforward opinions. I don't know how articulate better. Don't feel pressured to answer, however!

Hi anon, first of all I just want to say I’m genuinely thankful as to how you phrased this ask, it’s incredibly polite and i really appreciate that. Sometimes I get asks that feel a bit like a demand and those end up being the ones I avoid. You’ve been super respectful here and that means a lot. I’m not looking to start a discourse here either and I wont engage with it, but I figured I’d answer to say what I thought and leave it at that. Everyone is entitled to draw their own lines on this kind of thing, and they may be different to mine.

I think I have to split this answer into a couple small clusters and add a starting disclaimer

I don’t say this to defend her or whatever, but the original anon in that post is already coming in with a set feeling, and their language reflects that. Carmen isn’t a full time influencer, she very much has a job of her own and literally just finished a charity ride from London to Paris with them. Say what you want about the nature of her job in finance, or her position in the paddock, (plus jobs should not be used as a reflection of worth and respect), but she has one. I’m guessing the anon may not mean that and might be referencing past posts, but I don’t follow op so I don’t know.

Additionally, the op of that post, as far as I’m aware, is no longer a George fan, if they ever considered themselves one. So if you’re taking info from their posts and anons about George, it’s unlikely to be framed in the best light. Op is very much allowed to do that, you wouldn’t come to me for unbiased info on Max Verstappen and Kelly piquet would you? Of course not, I’m set in my feelings and I’m not gonna answer asks praising him, but I might share stuff pointing out crummy things he does because it reinforces my feelings. That’s just how tumblr works, I’m not saying it as any kind of insult or accusation, it is LITERALLY how we all blog post.

What I’m trying to say is while there and elements of truth in that post it’s… the way it’s conveyed is a bit twisted by the anon, and even op is pointing that out. If she has pull, they’ll keep sponsoring her.

Yes, Carmen does a lot of sponsor work… as does George, every time he steps into the paddock. As does LEWIS when he chooses what he dresses in. We often write off drivers sponsor work because we see it as a side obligation of their jobs, like how just today we had new Petronas photos of George and Lewis at their campuses/worksites. Much as we all, really want to ignore it bc it’s not fun to think about, Petronas is an oil and natural gas company, that wants you to think it’s green so bad. Every single person in the paddock has moments they choose money over ethics, even if it’s for a greater good eventually, it is what they do.

I don’t know specifically which brands the original anon is referencing when they mention homophobia and autism eugenics, but the note about Israel is probably linked to DIOR. While I firmly believe in following the BDS boycott, we just aren’t going to see these people do that. And comparably it’s a non starter when Lewis and George are walking around in puma Brand race suits and sport clothing, and Lewis wears Dior himself. What I’m saying is while I think they shouldn’t be wearing it, they’re on a level ground. I tried to do a little research on the recent stuff she’s been promoting, and came up without much result, BUT I’m so painfully not aware of the fashion scene. As my friends are deeply aware, and laugh at me for.

Could she stop wearing these things? Absolutely, and she should. She should also educate herself on these topics. But what I think should happen, and what I expect are two different things in the world of sport and influence. She’s not a driver, but she is almost certainly looking to expand into some level of fashion and model work alongside her job, because it’s something she enjoys. In the same way Lewis worked hard to build his brand and reputation with fashion houses who fight to clothe him now, she’s making connections for herself while working remotely as she travels with George. What she’s doing is no different than what the drivers do for themselves, the change is that we are not privy watch her do her job (can you imagine if there was an entertainment market for watching accountants lmao)

I think sometimes there’s a tendency in fandom to needle the partner people of the paddock for things we shake off their partners doing without blinking. It’s fine for Lewis and George to wear puma it’s their sponsor they probably aren’t thinking about that - but if George’s partner wears a famous brand like Dior, she should know better. Lewis and george promoted ftx, a now notoriously bankrupt crypto investment scene, and we just all went “well that sucks but they’re in a bubble of a different world, so we’ll ignore it”. While, it’s unlikely that Carmen is actively choosing to ignore these problems, she exists in that bubble with George, where they’re comfortable to only toe into charity and betterment when they feel like It isn’t interrupting their day. Lewis said it himself recently, he’s on the road so much he ends up unable to catch up with it all, if even someone as equality conscious as Lewis struggles to stay up to date, someone who isn’t minded like that probably doesn’t even notice (again, im not saying thats a good thing, it isnt, but it is the reality of it)

I’m also not surprised Tommy is clothing her, nor should any of us be. If Lewis had a committed partner who visited the track, Tommy would likely be reaching out to her too- Carmen gives them a chance to showcase their feminine clothing lines that they wouldn’t otherwise be able to do in the way they use Lewis and George. As much as we all want George and Lewis to rock up in a dress and blouse, it ain’t happening. By paying Carmen to show up in their clothes alongside George, they get to show another half of the market what they might be interested in, if they aren’t going to buy the masc clothes George and Lewis wear. If they could get Susie Wolff to do it too they probably would, the difference is that Carmen is only there for George, Susie has an independent job to do and showing up in sponsored clothing would undercut that message. Tommy aren’t favouring George by clothing Carmen, they’re just trying to buy more influence. YOU are allowed to not be comfortable with that, but there’s not an ulterior motive to it either.

I spose the summary of this post is that accepting the reality of something doesn’t mean you’re okay with it, it just means you don’t lose energy over a likely outcome. In essence this what I do with Carmen. I treat her much like the drivers, held accountable but with a certain realism to it, and I don’t judge her more harshly than them, cause thats a brand of sexism I see a lot online- the drivers are babies just trying to go vroom but their partners should know better- grow the hell up.

I don’t like when Lewis and George represent crypto, or AI, or oil based companies- but in a sport like F1 they are going to do that. A lot. And instead of letting those instances demoralise me, I ignore them and try to refuse to give them the marketing they are paying for, while instead promoting and encouraging when they support the things I do. In an advertising marketplace you are the product, by speaking up and creating positive attention around something you want them to keep doing, it becomes profitable for them to do so. Is that fucked and capitalist as hell? Fuck yeah! It sucks! But its not going ANYWHERE any time soon, and if you use it to your advantage you can do good- I grew up watching as brands lurched away from any mention of gay people- to pride icons and pink washing. Change happens in strange ways. I hate pink washing but FUCK am I glad that it’s profitable to be sold to. I’d rather be sold to than silenced and othered.

Well that was a bit of a heavy one wasn’t it, welcome back to the cash is king sport.

[memoriesoftanalorr]

Some more from my AU where Dagan Gera get a redemption arc and bonding with Mantis crew, just a bit before third game still in process I'm just have something in mind.

Dagan healing his lightsaber crystal and turned to Light Side of the Force.

Merrin making Dagan's hair sometimes and they are chatting about anything while she doing him a small braid. "You have a nice hair." Merrin giggles. "Thanks, Nightsister." Dagan replied. "You can call me just Merrin." she said.

"Dagan, I need your blood." Merrin spoke.

"Not problem, is this something like a Nightsister ritual?" Dagan asked calmly.

"Kind of." Merrin smiles.

Cal giggles on the distance.

When the gang decided to visit the planet with a lake or a river, Merrin came up to teaching Kata how to swim, Cal joining them, Dagan swimming somewhere on the distance and Greez and BD-1 chilling on the surface.

Kata was s bit nervous at first but then learned how to swimming. She's splashing water at Cal.

Cal picks Kata up on his back and they're swimming together. Kata giggles. "You're really become good at swimming, Kata." Merrin said with a smile. "Look, Dagan. I'm swimming!" Kata shouted excitedly. "Good job, Kata. I'm proud of you." Dagan said with a soft smile.

She thanked Dagan and then she said to Merrin that it was fun and she thanked her for a lesson. Merrin hugging Kata and says she's happy to hear that she had fun.

Cal shares the room with Dagan, but he can't sleep cause Cal talking in his sleep. Dagan woke up dizzy and sleepy. "How do you sleep, Dagan?" Cal asked at the morning. "How do you think I could get asleep when you're talking in your sleep?" Dagan said coldly. "I'm sorry. What did I said?" Cal apologies. "You're talking with Merrin in your dream I guess." Dagan rolled his eyes. Cal turns red. "I swear I'll hit you with something if you're start talking in your sleep again." Dagan dropped a pillow into Cal's face. "Somebody save me from Dagan!" Cal jokes. "What's wrong guys?" Greez asked. "Can I share your bedroom cause I can't sleep while Cal talking in his sleep." Dagan asked Greez. "You're just like two brothers who's arguing with each other. Alright, long hair. You can move to my bedroom." he replied. "Thanks." Dagan said. "Ow, I've lost a roommate. I just thought we're could talk at night about something." Cal jojes again. "Not now." Dagan was moody. "Do you need help with your hair?" Cal asked. "Perhaps I need help with that. Yeah. Would you?" Dagan asked, he softened a bit. "Let's see." Cal smiles. Cal tried to brush Dagan's hair carefully and then making him a small braid on the back with Dagan's golden hair clip. "Dude, do you ever thinking about a haircut?" Cal asked of curiosity. "Maybe later." Dagan said. "Anyways, you look great." Cal said. "Well, thanks. You have your own style too." Dagan replied. "Oh, nice to hear that." Cal smiles.

"Hey, long hair. Would you help me with cooking?" Greez asking. "Hmm." Dagan groans. "I'm sure you can do some. Or you're such a show off and thinking that this is not deserve your time?" Greez mocked. "I can help too!" Kata rises her voice excitedly. "Okay I'm hiring you two." Greez jokes. "Good news." Dagan rolled his eyes a bit. While cooking Dagan learned patience. Kata helping and checking the taste of the food and saying it's tasty. Then everyone having dinner. "Dinner is great today." Cal said to Greez. "I like it too." Merrin said. "We're cooking dinner together, I helped Greez and Dagan is helps us too." Kata said. "Seriously? Wow." Cal smiled. "I hope I don't have his hair in my plate." Greez teased. "How funny. You're hairy yourself." Dagan seems offended. "Oh, come on, Dagan. It's juat a joke." Cal assured him. "Never mind then." Dagan replied and thrn smiled at Kata, she start to giggle.

Once at night, Cal and Merrin was together outside, Greez was somewhere with BD, Dagan watching starry night sky on his own but Kata coming to him. "Hey, Dagan." Kata coming closer to him. "Oh, hello, Kata." Dagan hugged her and Kata snuggling into his chest softly. "A night is wonderful today. Look at the stars." Dagan said softly. "Wow, never seen those stars before!" Kata whispers excitedly. "Wanna stay and look at the stars a bit longer?" Dagan asked. "Sure!" Kata giggled. Kata seat down next to him. "Are you upset?" she asked. "Perhaps." Dagan spoke. "You're not alone anymore. I love you." Kata cuddling into his shoulder. "I thought you're love Cal more." Dagan looked away. "I love you both. And Merrin and Greez too and BD." Kata said. "I love you too, kid." Dagan pressed his forehead against hers. Kata giggled a bit, then both of them watched stars. After two hours Kata fell asleep on his shoulder, Dagan smiles softly and kissed her cheek. Cal, Merrin and Greez saw them on the distance. "And I thought that this guy is cold." Greez spoke. "I knew there's good in him." Cal said with a smile. "Greez, how could you! It's really sweet." Merrin smiles. Then Cal, Merrin and Greez with BD heading to the Mantis. Dagan carried Kata inside the ship. "Oh, there you are." Cal whispers. "Yeah, Kata decided to looking at the stars and joined me." Dagan whispered. "I see." Cal replied. "She's really adorable child." Dagan looked at Kata. "Yeah." Cal smiles.

Greez wanted to making a saloon and Cal with Dagan decided to make saloon a bit far from Jedi Temple. Also they're started to rebuild the Temple day by day.

Merrin teaching Kata combat and some things of the Nightsister ways. Also Cal and Dagan decided to teach Kata about the Light side of the Force by the turn.

Cal and Dagan practice lightsaber duels often, Dagan become to fight less meaner but still mocking Cal when he's fails. Dagan making him stronger. After some trying Cal defeated Dagan. Gera wided his eyes in surprise and then smiled. "You're become stronger, my friend." "Thanks." Cal landing his hand to Dagan and then Gera get up from the ground.

Once at night, everyone chatted and telling jokes. Dagan walked outside and Cal follows him. "What's on your mind?" Cal asked. "That's weird but you're like a brother to me I never had. Oh, never mind. I just---" Dagan turned away and lowered his head. "Don't turn away, I'm listening. It's okay." Cal walked in front of Dagan and so they're were face to face. Icy blue eyes glanced at him. "And so? What do you feel about me? I tried to kill you." "It doesn't matter now. What's important that you're changed. The words you said to me brings me joy." Cal giving Dagan a hug. Gera hugs him back.