#rishii

[notsomeloncholy]

Tefcu and Co. take on New Years Eve 💚 Apologies for the long post, I just love designing outfits for my favorite little family and letting them be happy 🥺

Went with a space theme this year in honor of the narrative (Cucu joining the clan on space adventures once they become official 😌) and also because sun and moon motif for Tefcu is my favorite thing ever-they dressed up as each other <33

I say narrative as if I ever stick to any specific point in time in their story but that's okay, enjoy future happy moments

Also Albara and Orull love baby Winter soooo so much; I imagine the crew schedules things a bit differently in the future, like a month on Coruscant->a month off. When they're home for New Years, everyone INSISTS on Winter being included (which he adores, dressing up and being held by some of his favorite people ever? Hell yeah)

Andddd yes, Orull falls asleep at the table while babysitting so Tef and Cu can dance fjsmgjsjf

[chaoticspacefam]

Lana: I won't apologise for being right! Saarai: 😡😡😡 Lana: Saarai: APOLOGISE.

Lana: *immediately apologises*

Your girlfriend won't let your pride get you out of this one, Lana /lh You're welcome, Theron.

(also gtfo of here if you think Lana's evil for making a mistake when Theron makes one that at the very least is ON PAR with this if not WORSE because he actually DID almost kill TWO people. I'm not saying Theron's evil for making a mistake either but my point is people are people and they ALL make mistakes, if you're gonna demonise Lana but expect people to not be mad at YOUR blorbo for fucking up in the EXACT same way several expacs down the line then you're a fucking hypocrite and yes, I will die on this hill I'm sick of that bullshit. Start shit in my notes because I've said this and you will be insta-blocked I am not joking.)

That aside I genuinely do really like this interaction. I see a lot of people poo-poo Lana's stubbornness here but I feel like its authentic given that this is still the VERY early days of what will eventually become the Alliance. Yes Lana and Theron consider eachother as friends but like....stereotypes still exist on both sides and realistically, they haven't known eachother for long enough at this point to NEVER mess up and butt heads and I feel like this interaction very nicely shows that. Lana sees just the results of the mission and didn't stop to think "hey maybe I should ask Theron if he's okay with this", Theron (rightfully) wants an apology but at this time as far as Lana is considered she didn't do anything wrong (important distinction here, as well. NOT "she didn't do anything wrong uwu" but "she thinks she didn't do anything wrong") BUT she's also not too proud to actually apologise when Rai pipes up and says "yeah actually, that wasn't nice. Apologise or I will be mad at you until you do".

I just think it's neat. It's not just the "lower down" members of the de-facto Alliance that struggle and butt heads, Lana and Theron do it too. Theron and an Imperial PC might butt heads often. The Warrior and/or Inquisitor might have problems with Satele, vice versa for the Jedi Knight and the Sith Warrior...there's so much potential for various dynamics here and I don't think it gets outwardly acknowledged as much as it could be.

[thesitharts]

@thecodyagenda trade for you, his name is Steve-o as named by @fooolisher

He’s a very ill-advised welder with all those feathers, but it’s fine he’s only caught on fire a couple times. Design inspired by melanistic barn owls and my general owl obsession once I found out Star Wars has owl people

@commanderbengiskywalker @smoooothbrain @genifer-first-of-her-name @hotshot9 @d3epfriedangels @zipquips @alexeithegoat

[selfpossesedghost]

Rishi

[eaglesnick]

101 Things You Should Know About the UK Tory Government

Thing 65

We all know Russian troops invaded Ukraine on 24th February 2022.

Nine months later and Rishi Sunak is blaming Putin’s invasion of Ukraine for the collapse of the UK economy and the energy price crisis.

“Rishi Sunak blames 'barbaric' Putin for 'driving' economic crisis ahead of major tax hikes."  (The Express: 17/11/22)

What is less known, is that as late as July 2022 the press was revealing how the Tory Party, including the Prime Minister, were pocketing massive donations form Russian oligarchs.

“Minister who pocketed £48,000 in Russian-linked donations insists they were from 'British citizens' - as it's revealed Rishi Sunak, Alok Sharma and Robert Buckland are among 14 Tory MPs to take cash.” (MailOnline: 23/07/22)

When it comes to lining their own pockets the Tories have no shame!

[jgvfhl]

The Number Lads Family Photo!

It's DONE it has been done!! I just KEPT FORGETTING TO POST IT because I have swiss cheese memory sometimes ANYWAY. Look at them all. Beautiful. Zoom in on those cool medals, folks! I have here a list of all the medals people are wearinnngggg as well as an alternate background for the picture.

Here is a Link to the most recent chapter of the Number Lads story.

Top row, left to right: (medals in order of left to right as well)

Fives: Special Ops (Citadel Mission); Rishii Medal (from canon); Heroism

Sixes: Special Ops; Geonosis 1; Heroism; medals not visible are Piloting Excellence medals (two of them)

Sevenset: Bravery; Battle of Kamino; Heroism

Do-si-do: Piloting Excellence; Bravery

Echo: same as Fives

Bottom row, left to right:

Fours: Spec Ops; Cerean Siege honors; Bravery

Zero: Slicing; Spec Ops; Bravery

Elevensies: Great Sacrifice

Loops: Search & Rescue honors; Bravery

Trees: Geonosis 2; Bravery

Nines: same as Trees

BONUS MATERIAL SO YOU CAN SEE THEM ALL BETTER!!! anyway, hopefully the last chapter (!!!!) will be up in a month or so? That's the plan anyway!! @23-bears @rndmpeep @xylionet @thechaoticfanartist @sweetmugofcocoa @soclonely @theultimatesandwich @501st-verified @toschestationed all my friends need to come look at my beautiful boys

[rikki-roses]

Fluffy February Day 19: Shadow

SWTOR

Time period: Rishi during Shadows of Revan

Pairing: Setra Rowan and her bff/body guard/hunting buddy/token grandfather Qyzen Fess. Brief mention of early Setra Rowan/Theron Shan.

Bit more hunting and archaeology fluff today. Calling it Space Weed for now because idk if there's an in-canon name for it - Setra uses it medicinally and for Jedi rituals, both in combination with the Force. Also TW I guess for reference to drug use.

This is a zhaboka, since I can't remember if I've posted it before:

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Setra had always been at home in the shadows. Ever since she was a child, studying as a Jedi youngling with her twin sister, she'd felt comfortable enveloping herself in the shadows and the Force so that she could sneak around and study in peace. That skill had come in handy as an adult when Qyzen started to take her hunting with him, allowing her to ambush their prey.

She allowed the shadows to envelope again her as she, Paws, and Qyzen stalked the star'kla along the beach. She held her zhaboka at the ready, her dualsaber left behind with Nadia; it was frowned upon (by both the Jedi Code and Trandoshan hunting customs) to hunt with it, so she relied on her ancestral weapon instead.

They hadn't initially planned on hunting the beast, but this beach was a popular tourist spot (and one that Setra and her crew had already visited off-duty), and the locals at Raider's Cove had placed a generous bounty on it after their own efforts to drive the star'kla away had failed.

A bounty, her crew pointed out, that Setra could use to bribe the pirates into giving her some of the relics they'd dug up so she could conduct actual research on them, and send back to Tython for proper caretaking (after ensuring that they didn't currently belong to anyone living, of course); the Jedi did not have many Rishii artifacts. Setra might even be able to set up a proper exhibit with them. Not to mention that any extra could be used to replace Setra's personal alcohol and Space Weed stores.

And so, she, her nexu, and Qyzen waited in the shadows. While the star'kla hadn't taken notice of them, Setra still played it safe and called on the Force to wrap around them, further disguising their approach. They waited and tracked for hours, until the star'kla stopped, hunched over, and started to eat some unfortunate creature.

Qyzen gave her the signal; with a whisper, hand sign, and pat on Paws' rump from Setra, the nexu took off across the sand, getting the attention of the star'kla. Once distracted, Qyzen rushed in with a roar, Setra hot on his heels, bare toes digging into the sand.

It was a short fight; they had struck before the beast fully realized they were attacking. Setra got the kill, climbing up the beast's back and driving one blade of her zhaboka into the base of the star'kla's skull. Jumping back down to the sand, they made quick work dismembering the star'kla for easy transportation back to Raider's Cove.

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In the end, they traded for more than just the bounty; various pirates and hunters wanted various parts of the star'kla beyond what Setra and Qyzen had claimed as their personal trophies. Setra had tried to hide their little excursion from Lana and Theron - she hadn't exactly told them that she liked to hunt, since it was unusual for Jedi to do so - only for Jakarro to bust her when the Wookie discovered he hadn't been included in that day's antics.

While Lana had been mildly horrified when Setra showed off the giant tooth she'd claimed, Theron had been impressed, immediately inspecting her zhaboka and asking about her technique. Setra was all too happy to go into detail, immediately launching into an impromptu lesson on her weapon's history and use. Neither one of them noticed Lana smirking as they stood together, or when Lana dragged a nosy Jakarro away "to help her with an important mission".

For once, she didn't miss the shadows when she and Theron went to stargaze on the beach that night.

[valleyofthemachinegods]

lana / kaja - courting

ty for sending this in! c: @darth-caillic

"I hate this planet," Kaja's umpeenth uttering does little to impress Lana, who by now is quite certain that the greatest skill the Zesion Sha warrior possesses might be complaining. It isn't untrue-- they who have accustomed themself to the galaxy bending to their will may have become a bit of a prat when the going gets tough. At least, when it comes to terrain that hardly agrees with them.

The dress and heels probably don't help, though Lana deigns to keep that thought to herself.

"I find it rather pleasant," she replies, knowing the other is unable to see the smile that plays at her lips.

Something mumbled in not-quite-Cheunh flutters from Kaja, likely a curse, and likely a creative one despite the fact that the warrior swears to have banished all of their past, including a hand-me-down mother tongue.

Lana finds it endearing, in the strangest of ways.

When they're both on level ground, for a bit, Kaja's mood always tapers to something that could be called pleasant-- in the correct language. Here they seem to own the landscape, marching forward with all the prowess of a native Rishii. It's a metamorphosis that Kaja had mastered years ago, the ability to blend in, to adapt, to survive. Unfortunately, it doesn't always translate to climbing.

"You don't need to laugh every time I struggle to climb up a steep hill," they quip, and not without a warmth in the syllables that belays their previous vexation. "It can't be that amusing."

"Oh, but it is," Lana insists, expertly barring any hint of levity from seeping into her own words. "Perhaps it is unfair of me to simply watch you struggle."

"You'd never lower yourself," they laugh, teasing, quickly and quietly, with a hint of humor that only they seem to have found in the statement.

Lana merely hums in response, contemplating the oddity that is her counterpart. Still, she is not above accepting a challenge-- and that's certainly what's been offered, along with something more that neither of them are quite ready to consider-- and contemplates it while they move through the jungle.

--When they get to the next clearing, Lana jumps down first from a small pile of stones, a steep decline to the next level of the ground. She pauses then, causing Kaja to falter in their own stead, raising a brow in question. Reaching up, the hand placed gently at the small of their back is the answer, the other outstretched for the warrior to grab. A moment ticks by before the mighty Zesion Sha gets a clue, a rapid lightening of their cheeks hidden with a grin. They grab Lana's hand and allow her help over the stones.

Kaja can't help but feel the silence that lingers just as long as their fingertips do, just before they pull away, chasing away whatever feeling it is that rises in the pit of their being. Describing it as more than just a fleeting thing is dangerous, and there are far more important issues to focus on. They offer a "thank you" in the gesture of a head bowed before trudging forward, too quick and too stubborn to discern Lana's expression.

Yet, the breath they hadn't realized was simmering still in aching lungs is released far too late.

[pibi33]

big up rishii

[panther-os]

Imagining the trip back from Rishii like

"Ori'kottttttttt, Echo's touching me!"

"I'm not touching you!"

"Rex will you handle your vod'ike?"

"MY vod'ike? Who says they're MY vod'ike?"

"My migraine."

"Ori'kottttttttt!!!"

"I'm not touching you!"

(ori'kot - big [brother] kote; vod'ike - little brothers)

[notsomeloncholy]

Little bit of baby lore on this fine evening :]

In essence, Orull and Albara were victims to imperial mining that ravaged their home planets; only survivors jumping cargo ships at age baby (around 8-9) and discovering each other hiding in crates. Albara mimics Orull's voice and he decides then and there he wants to protect her forever (he doesn't know yet that she does the same lol)

After a few months of this, they're found by a lone Mandalorian who takes them in until they're old enough to both take the creed and live independently. As adults they still occasionally work with her, but not very often.

They're each other's only family for a long time, but Tefir (and eventually Cu and Winter) wooooooorm their way in <3

[chaoticspacefam]

Theron: *complicated slicing jargon*

Saarai, who knows how to work a holocomm and that's about it: *Elevator music.mp4*

[somelondramatic]

Breakfast in Bed

Cucu loves surprises; Tefir loves surprising them

Tefir stares at the chrono, leg bouncing nervously. Cu had stopped messaging him around one in the morning their time, and it was now seven. He figures he has at least another three hours before they even try to wake up. Blessedly, their ability to stay awake before the afternoon is a reliably horrible thing on their days off, something he’d figured out fairly early into their friendship through their near daily calls.

Some months ago, Tefir had been met with several long rings followed by a remarkably soft voice, muddled from sleep as Cu tried to answer him coherently. They had quickly shaken off the confusion that laced their greeting, but it’d been hard to ignore the tired rasp they’d mumbled his name in. It had taken him several apologies to feel like he could continue their chat, even with their reassurances that it’d been an accident, and they didn’t particularly mind being woken this early, it just surprised them.

(They insist on keeping their com open for him at all hours still, despite this. "It's not like you call from different time zones just to muck up my sleep!" They’d laughed, and he realized then that it’d not been the first time he'd woken them, just the first they couldn't quite hide it. He tried not to think about how that had made his stomach flutter-how fiercely he’d blushed over the idea of them losing sleep, just so he could start his day with their voice. 

Was it selfish to hope they wanted to hear him too?)

Guilt had gnawed at him for letting his assumptions be the culprit of sleep cut short, but his slipup had also led to the start of a habit that he’s come to cherish alongside their conversations.

“In the land of the living yet?” He’ll tap out, unable to hide his delight over their simple response of ">:P" before the immediate incoming call notification. 

With a shake of his head, Tefir tries to smother the smile that’d taken him while he was lost in thought; his customary check-in message today is going to help him more than they know. If Cu doesn't answer, it'll be his signal to go ahead with his plan: surprise them with his early arrival home, ideally with breakfast in tow. 

The ship had hardly landed and he was already itching to leave-a feeling he was growing familiar with now that he had someone on Coruscant actually waiting to see him. He starts hustling around the cabin with a loud scuff of his boots, stuffing his wallet into whichever pocket has room and clicking his helmet into place. An early end to their latest campaign had left his crew without work for two weeks, a welcome change to their usual two or three days on-world between missions. Frankly, he felt more than a little relieved; it had been nearly two months since he last stepped foot on their capital planet, an unusually long time to be away. The decision to surprise Cu had been easy after realizing this, if a bit impulsive; the ship's ETA had read just past sunrise on Coruscant, and he couldn't quite shake the image of being able to wake them in person for once. Maybe he could somehow make up for his, apparently, early calls. 

It had nothing to do with the image he still held fondly of them, over a year later- curled in their sheets, lekku spilling over their pillow as sunlight from the window dappled their complexion, and the shy grin they gave him, canines peeking out just over their bottom lip.

Nothing in the slightest.

“So. Planning on leavin’ anytime soon? Or ‘r you gonna just stand there and stare into space ‘til it’s too late?” The rough voice filters through Albara’s helmet, the modulator doing nothing to hide her playful tone.

“Hey! Hello-” His montrals flare brightly as he startles and swings around to glare at her, “I would appreciate a bit of support in my…my efforts to be a good friend-!” 

The Rishii's feathers puff up and curl beneath her helmet, her giggling shaking the small table she’s sat at.

“Oh yeah, my apologies mister ‘good friend.’ I’m sure they’ll love whatever you’re doin’-now stop wearin’ a hole in th’ ship with your fuckin’ pacing, and get your ass out the door okay?” She twirls a clawed hand at him in a shooing motion, and his shoulders briefly hunch up in embarrassment.

Orull snickers along with her, moving to grab Tefir by the shoulders and give him a firm shake, "Yeaahhh c'mon Tef go show em' how much you loooooveee-" 

Wringing his hands and patting his pockets, he looks around one more time before nodding sharply to himself and checking his com. Seeing his message to Cu still unread and unanswered, Tefir hurries off the platform and outside for his speeder to the sound of Orull and Albara hollering behind him.

Tefir shoves him away with a fake growl, opening his mouth to retort and finding no words. They were more than aware of the plan he’d agonized over while in hyperspace, so he supposes they have a right. Still, he opts to fling a rude gesture in their direction, Orull's smirk only growing. Tefir ignores him, turning to run over the morning's checklist again: Flatcake mix, apples, cinnamon, sausage... In and out. Simple mission. Grocery store, Cu’s apartment, hard to mess up.

---

An hour later he finds himself in front of Cu’s door, grocery bag clenched in one hand and the other poised to knock. When a solid two-beat gets no answer, he kneels and fumbles around in a crack along the threshold's foundation. The spare key they’d left for him flips up into his grip and he stares at it for a second, leg twitching nervously again. Did coming home early enough to surprise them count as an emergency?

Probably.

Code lock opened, he punches their password in and carefully slides the door open, replacing the key with a glance around to make sure it's unseen. He holds his breath as he starts taking bits of armor off to make less noise, his helmet releasing with a hiss of air and his other pieces slowly creating a pile on Cu’s couch. Blinking as he adjusts to the bright morning light, Tefir takes a deep breath, a mild fragrance he can’t describe other than them washing over him. Glancing around at their organized shelves of ferns, flowers and hanging ivies, he finally tiptoes over to where he knows their bedroom is and peers in.

Cu’s form is hardly visible under their comforter, the ultra-downy thing nearly swallowing them whole. Only the tips of their montrals and the peak of their nose have wormed their way out into the open, eliciting a stifled laugh from Tefir. If he looks closely he can see that they’re wrapped around a pillow, their breathing punctuated by the tiniest of snores, and he’s struck by how much he loves them missed them. Overcome by the urge to abandon his idea and instead bury himself next to them in the blanket nest they’ve made, he shivers and closes their door as quietly as he can. Running his hands back over his montrals, he blows out a shaky breath and rushes to the kitchen, rubbing at his tired eyes as he sneaks through their cabinets and wills away the need to do anything but cook.

Soon two plates are stacked with flatcakes, sausages, and a bowl of chopped fruit, all stuffed precariously into a tray. Tefir vows to come back to the dishes he’s left soaking, too intent on balancing the tray and cups of water in his arms to worry about the mess he’s left, and teeters back to Cu’s room. They’ve since kicked off parts of the blankets, showing off just how tightly they’re hugging the pillow and the strangely familiar shirt they’re wearing. He nearly trips over himself when he recognizes it as one of his old ringer tees, a flush crawling up his neck as he notices the new tears from overuse along the collar and hem. Their nose twitches, eyebrows furrowing as the scent of breakfast wafts towards them, and he jumps to put the plates down on their side table, cautiously sitting on the edge of their bed.

“Woah, what are they cooking? Smells s’good…” Cu sighs into their pillow, lifting their head to squint towards the wall they share with their neighbor. Their gaze freezes on the plates of food, frowning curiously until Tefir clears his throat.

“Well, you might get a better answer if you ask me, but I’m sure they have a few good guesses.” He chuckles, biting the inside of his cheek when they bolt upright, eyes getting impossibly wide as they stare at him. For a moment it goes silent, and he struggles to not look away, overwhelmed by how plainly they’re wearing their emotions- the open awe on their features. 

“Tef…?” They breathe, eyes darting all over him before landing back on his own, “Wha- When did you get back?! I thought-” Their voice gets traitorously weak and they clamp their jaw shut, swallowing hard and opting to wait for an answer as they grab for a pillow and hold it to their chest. 

“Ah, well, the mission ended early! It’s a bit complicated as to why, but when I found out we’d be getting home before we originally thought, I. Figured it would be a pleasant surprise..?” Tefir’s voice turns up in a question, his hands gesturing aimlessly and settling back into his lap to fidget with his sleeves, “But if I overstepped, or- I really apologize, I just got so... I can, I can go if this is too much-” He finishes, biting his cheek harder and almost moving to stand. 

Cu flies forward, grasping his hand with a startled shout, “No! No-no it’s okay really, please! Please don’t leave so soon.” They hug his arm, lower lip jutting out in a trembling pout, “I was just processing, I promise, no overstepping here, I’m so, so happy to see you, you don’t know-” 

They hide their face in his shoulder abruptly, feeling somewhat like a child but unable to look at him after so blatantly telling on themself. Tefir blinks down at them before exhaling a long, relieved sigh.

"Thank the fucking stars.” 

He lifts himself up further up into the remnants of their blanket nest, inching Cu off his shoulder and scooping them into a tight embrace instead. Their legs instinctively curl up against him, and the two fall sideways onto the mattress, a shared giggle shaking them both. Cu tucks under his chin in a practiced motion, montrals tickling his collarbone and releasing the last of any nervous tension he was holding. 

He presses his lips against the top of their head in a fleeting kiss, murmuring, “Missed you.” And receives only a desperate nod in response. 

They sit quietly together for a moment, content to soak up the other’s presence in the stillness of the morning. It’s become harder to ignore the ache when Tefir is away, Cu realizes as they breathe in his scent, the warmth left from his armor and leather gear putting them more at ease than they’re ready to admit to. The two’s reunions have begun to toe a line neither are quite confident in crossing, but it’s easy to ignore the complicated feelings involved when it can be waived off as two friends prone to loneliness missing one another. 

The excuse sounds flimsy even to themself.

“Well. I guess breakfast is a big enough deal for the key, huh?” They laugh, grinning toothily at the way the iridescence of his lekku sparkles under his blush.

Cu finally sits up when they feel themself drifting off again, lolling their head lazily towards the tray waiting patiently on the nightstand. A sleepy smirk lights their face up as they eye the still-warm array, and they turn back to Tefir, now sporting an easy smile as he watches.

[mnemehoshiko]

@incognitajones Something with Rose, and "persistence"

(mneme: I Apologize For Everything About This | have a?? snippet?? prequel?? snippet? from the caf au (i.e. in-universe coffee shop au) that I need to update)

Something with Rose, and "persistence"

BEEP  "Miss Tico, You Are Receiving An Message." BEEP  "Miss Tico, You Are Receiving A Message." BEEP

Rose curled into a ball and burrowed deeper into her bed. Maybe, just maybe, if she ignored it, whoever it was would hang the kriff up.

BEEP.  "Miss Tico, You Are Receiving A Message. Alas, it persisted.

Rose growled as she began to grope across the nightstand for her watch.  "Please tell me the caf shop is on fire or something utterly dire to be worth calling me at--" she squinted at the clock. "900 hours in the kriffing morning"

"Uh....this is Finn. Finn Skywalker from the other day." "Who," she replied groggily.  "....Finn Skywalker. Ah the guy, who came by and asked about kaf beans--?" "Spiran, dark roast; Rishii, blond roast; Rishii, whole beans; pre-ordered a bag of Lamareddian beans due to shortage," she rattled off absent-mindedly as she rummaged around for a holopad. Where the kriff did she put it? Maybe Paige was right and she should stop doing accounts before bed. "Handsome posh looking man, requested the selection claiming that 'He knew nothing about caf beyond he was fairly certain his aunt and his cousin have somehow replaced their blood with it.' PAIGE WHERE DID WE PUT ORDER FORMS--"

"So, you think I'm handsome," replied the voice on holocomm.  "No, that was referring the customer," she grabbed the holopad from Paige who walked in--far far too awake for this time of  day--and scrolled through orders that were processed yesterday. "Skywalker, F." "The F stands for Finn--" "Yes, that's nice. What do you want, Mister--" "Finn, the one you called handsome, is fine." At this point, Rose's mind and mouth finally came into alignment. She debated burying herself in the sheets again and praying This Was A Bad Dream. "Kriff."  "No, Finn," the voice--Finn. Finn Skywalker, or customer who is about to ask for a completely valid refund. -- replied. "I deeply apologize Mr. Skywalker. Completely understand your disappointment in the utter lack of professionalism that was just shown. I assure you the quality of our goods far exceeds my personal failings and--" Rose replied, frantically trying ways to figure out how to recover from this. "Do you like crepes?" Rose blinked. "Excuse me?" "Crepes, Klatoonine to be exact? They probably have other kinds as well?" "I don't hate crepes?" "Would you be....interested in getting crepes with me? In like three hours? My treat?" "Uh sure---" "Great! I'll send you the address! See you soon then." CLICK Rose stared at her holocomm, trying to process what just happened, as Paige ambled in with two bowls, fragrant steam wafting from both of them.  "I got a comm," Rose said, taking the offered bowl from her sister.  "I thought we had a comm at the shop." "We do," Paige said between bites of egg stew and rice. "He asked if you were single, and I said I could do one better and gave him your holo." "Ah, okay---WAIT WHAT THE KRIFF PAE!"

[eaglesnick]

101 Things You Should Know About The UK Tory Government

Thing 92

You really cannot make these things up.

Greg Hands, Rishi Sunak’s replacement for the ministerial code-breaking  Nadhim Zahawi, was himself the subject of investigation by the parliamentary Committee on Standards

Mr Hands was found guilty of beaching rules “at the lesser end of the spectrum”. Even so, he was required to acknowledge he had broken the rules, make an apology, and reimburse the House the £4855.55 his "minor breach" had cost Parliament and therefore the taxpayer. (committees.parliament.uk: 04/05.20)

Yesterday I pointed out how Hands had rubbished the economic strategy of Liz Truss whilst he was supporting Rishi Sunak, but once Truss became Prime Minister, he changed sides and defended her economic strategies.

It appears that Hands often changes his mind about things. Initially he agreed to cooperate with the Standards Committee but then went back on his word.

"The Committee comments it is open to any Member to seek changes to the rules, but it is not acceptable for a Member knowingly to breach a rule simply because they disagree with it."

The Committee considers that Mr Hands' decision to withdraw his participation in the rectification process is an aggravating factor. It comments that, "whatever his motivation in doing so, the outcome was to extend the consideration of this case by nearly six months, quite unnecessarily". (committees.parliament.uk: 04/05.20) Like so many of Sunak’s appointments, here is a man who breaks rules he disagrees with, and who goes back on his word when found out. No wonder the country is in such a mess.

[nekorinnie]

Me years ago trying to figure out how to make my first star wars oc

Me: *settles on half human half togrutan*

Me: *Makes up own planet cuz I didn't know the star wars planets at the time*

Me: *>:O Imma make my own species!*

Me: *hmm.. kinda elf like? With wings?*

Me: *figures there's no bird like species*

Me: *finds a name., Planet: Asiza, people: Asizan or Asizi depending on sentence stuff an stuff*

Me: *getting tired of the "me"s lol... anyways*

Me: *takes a few years off, kinda forgetting, as my interests go away from star wars stuff*

Me: *manages to get back into SWTOR, and the Asizan stuff*

Me: *makes up more lore! And features! And cultural stuff! And! ... yeah*

Me: *finds out about the Rishii folk*

Me *oh ._. Birb*

Me *Their cousins >:D*

Me: *(tries to remove the "me" but that makes it look weird)*

Me: *... has made some Asizi ocs, two of which are out in the galaxy*

Rinnæe, Half Asizan Half Togruta in the time of the Mandalorian (she herself, a Mandalorian)

Evorurt, Full Asizan, in the time of SWTOR, a Jedi

... and now I'm head empty no thoughts