RIP To My Home Boy Wolffe

A Jedi who always chooses to do the Jedi thing but very reluctantly and with significant complaining while lecturing about how he doesn't have to spare their lives and he doesn't particularly want to but fortunately for them he has vowed to live his life a certain way and is obligated to uphold the finer details of those oaths

ONE of the most important rules of the Galactic Federation concerns humanity. If a human ever says “Hold my beer”, either stop them, or run.

gooooood morning for the promt thingy: "i’m not leaving you here" but don't stress yourself!!!! hope youll have a great day ((:

content warning for minor descriptions of injuries!

“Fox,” Thire whispers, kneeling down to the awfully still body lying in the hallway.

Fox is cold. But when he presses his fingers against the small patch of skin below his helmet he can feel his steady pulse, though too fast. He sends Nova a comm telling them to prepare a bed.

“Hey, Commander,” Thire tries again, nudging him. Fox groans this time.

“Fuck off.”

“You’re lying in the middle of the hallway,” Thire notes. “Come on, let’s get you up. Nova is waiting.”

“No,” Fox says.

“No?”

“Hurts. Moving—It hurts. Just leave me here for a bit. I’ll—I’ll be up later.”

Thire frowns. “I’m not leaving you here, Fox. Where does it hurt?”

“Head. Back. Everywhere.”

“Okay. How about this? I pick you up and get you to medical without you having to do a thing, and once you’re there Nova can help you.”

“It’ll hurt.”

“You’re very strong and brave.”

“Stop talking to me like I’m shiny,” Fox bites. Then sighs. “Okay. You can carry me.”

Thire carefully lifts his brother into his arms. Fox is quiet. If Thire had to guess he’d say that he’s biting back any noises that’d indicate he’d be in pain.

There’s blood sipping through the armor.

“Fox, how badly are you hurt,” Thire croaks as he arranges Fox to be as comfortable as possible and then quickly starts walking.

“I’ll live.”

“Fuck. What did he do to you?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“You’re shaking.”

“Probably from—the shocks.”

“You’re in shock?”

“No, dumbass. Electrical shocks.”

“Fucking hell, Fox.”

Fox doesn’t respond. He leans against Thire’s chestplate and Thire hears him breathe heavily through the helmet.

“Almost there, Commander,” he tries. Fox doesn’t respond.

As soon as he enters medbay Nova is in front of him, taking Fox’s still form out of his arms and wordlessly moving him to one of the beds. “Help him get that off,” they instruct. Thire moves to remove Fox’s individual armor pieces, and once those are gone Nova helps sit Fox up so they can get him out of his undersuit. Thire has to stop himself from wincing as he sees the bruises covering his body.

“I’ll kill him one day,” Thire says. Nova injects something in Fox’s arm and Fox takes the treatment silently, not quite looking at them. He does squeeze Thire’s hand back when Thire moves to hold his. “You know you can’t,” he breathes.

“Why were you in the hallway in the first place?”

“Wanted to go to my room after. Didn’t get further.”

“Idiot,” Thire says.

“I outrank you. Have—fuck, that hurts.”

Nova works quietly. Fox tightens his hold on Thire’s hand, and Thire imagines what it’d be like to put a bullet through the Chancellor’s skull.

Tv show AU - gag reel

Jesse: shh! Here comes Dogma.

Dogma: *walks in eating a HUGE sandwich that was NOT in the original script*

*cut take*

Dogma: *walks in with comically large sunglasses like nothing’s going on*

*cut take*

Dogma: *slides in on heelys and eating ice cream*

*cut*

Dogma: *walks in pointing at Jesse* BITCH

*camera pans to Jesse rolling on the floor breathless with laughter*

I am having thoughts about Corrie Massiffs.

About them being trained as emotional support animals as well as their actual jobs.

About them being long lived (maybe 30-50 year life span) and choosing their corries as their people to protect.

Sensing when their corries need support and helping them though panic attacks and anxiety issues, helping them sleep and guarding them through the night. Helping with their fears and drawing them out of dark spiralling thoughts and having the best hugs.

Thinking about the Corries also being the massiffs emotional support people who do just as much for them, who love them oh so dearly. Who play games with them and always try to get them treats and protect them with everything they have.

Thinking about the way the Massiffs would calm their corries down, little nudges and heads on laps or sitting on them entirely.

Thinking about how neither the corrie nor the massiff like to be apart.

Thinking about about them whining over the bodies of their corries and refusing to move, nudging them desperate for them to wake up. Having to be pulled away and never being the same after.

Thinking about them sitting by the door to the icebox room and refusing to move until their corrie comes back, then following right next to them as they're helped to a space to lie down and curling up with them so their person can take their body heat and feel warm and safe and letting their corries hug tight.

Thinking about the massiffs sitting outside the med bay and just whining and scratching on the door. About Grizzer refusing to move and sounding distressed after Hound was carried in and about Hound finally waking with Grizzer on his lap.

About everything getting all too much all of a sudden for Pup and Bumble pulling him away to get him somewhere quieter and then putting her head in his lap and licking his face and being a warm solid presence for Pup to focus on and calm down and feel safe.

About massiffs knowing their corries are overworking themselves and trying to make them sleep. Of Grizzer knowing it upsets Hound and that Fox is almost his person too so he steals Fox's datapad and leads him to his bed then sits on him. Fox scratches him behinds the ear with a very soft chuckle and admits he could probably do with a few hours.

Grizzer trying to get the smell of Palpatine off of Fox. All the massiffs trying to get the smells of Senators off their corries and take the horrible smell of distress away.

Thinking about no-Order 66 where the massiffs stay with their corries and help them with their recovery post-war and this spreading through the GAR. They get even more training on how to be support animals and they love getting to help and love their people who love them so dearly back.

Thinking about Order-66, and the massiffs not understanding whats happened to their corries. Why they're not them anymore.

About any blackout mission and their corries aren't behaving like their people and they don't smell of anything, not fear not joy not sadness not anything they can usually sense, they can't read any emotion off their corries and they don't know what to do. Trying to get them to react, trying to bring them out of it or simply waiting for them to come back and being worried until they do.

You know, just thinking thoughts...

What if Aurebesh but with my calligraphy pen?

I hope you don't mind that I borrowed Chad, Purse and Ellys for quick practice @chadism-101 @fooolisher and @puirell

For some reason, I wonder what aliens think of sky diving, I like to think like this (H is human) (A is alien)

A: human... I did some research, and I have a question

H: Sure, ask away

A: What is "sky diving"

H: Oh, it's a sport where we get in a plane, fly very high... And jump

A:YOU WHAT!?!

H: We jump, but don't worry, we can land safely

A: oh thank god... So, you use some kind of gravitation device? Or use some technological device to land slowly?

H: Uhhh, not exactly....

A: .... Human... What exactly do you use....

H: ...

A: Human, what... Exactly... Do you use?

H: a backpack with a bunch of fabric... Sometimes silk....

A: ...

H: ...

A: YOU USE CLOTHING, TO STOP YOUR FALL, AFTER JUMPING OFF SEVERAL THOUSAND FEET UP!?

H: Yeah, but it's a different kind of fabric you know...

A: ... Okay, but what do you do if the fabric breaks, or if it gets tangled

H: ... Enjoy the view?

A: ... I still don't know why you aren't extinct

What if a human's singing voice is highly dangerous to other intelligent alien species? What if we're the sirens of space, and aliens can't resist our "heavenly" voices?

212TH ONE-SHOT

@metalhusbands :one of the clones gets stuck in a vent - chaos insues

As you wish!!!!

(got the idea from @212th-chaos and @obiwanshusband tooka chaos)

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"What do you mean it's IN the vent?!?!" Cody practically yelled, throwing his arms up in exaggeration.

Waxer bowed his head, hiding his hands behind his back. "I didn't realize the vent cover was off so it sprinted towards it, I tried to grab it and it bit me and disappeared…"

Cody pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a drawn-out sigh. "There's a tooka loose in the ven- wait did you say it bit you?"

Waxer shrugged, still hiding his hands. "It's not that bad, sir."

Cody gave him an unbelieving glare. "Nice try. Med bay. Now," He pointed down the hall. "I'll go find someone to help find the damned thing."

Waxer nodded, heading towards the medbay as Cody started towards the barracks.

As the Commander got closer, he could hear laughing and yelling coming from beyond the door to the barracks. He wasn't sure what he expected to see beyond the door but he definitely didn't expect what he did find.

"Commander!" Boil shot up from where he was crouched on the floor. Next to him, someone was sticking halfway out of a vent, their waist up hidden inside. Boil looked from Cody to whoever was in the vent, back to Cody.

Cody crossed his arms, trying his best to refrain from laughing. "What the hell happened?"

Around Boil, other troopers were failing to control their laughter. "Well, sir," Boil started, barely containing his own laughter, "Waxer lost a tooka in the vent and Wooley saw it and tried to grab it and well…" he motioned to the pair of legs, "he got stuck."

Cody couldn't stop the amused chuckle as Wooley started to kicked his legs.

"Will you stop karking laughing and get me the kriff out?!?" Wooley's muffled yell only caused the boys to keel over laughing once more.

"I'm assuming pulling him out didn't work, then?" Cody asked, leaning against the door frame.

"We tried," Longshot piped up. "But his squeaking as we tried to pull him out-" he fell into a fit of giggles.

"So what you're saying is you bunch of di'kuts were all laughing too hard to pull him out?" Cody asked, his amused smirk never leaving his face.

"No, yeah. That about sums it up sir," Trapper put in between wheeze.

Cody was more laughing at his troopers trying their best to say things in a professional manner all while doubled over wheezing than Wooley screaming profanities through the vent.

"So," Cody made his way over, lightly kicking Wooley's leg. "How bout you lot get him out of the vent so we can find the missing tooka before it bites someone else?"

"I like that plan!" Wooley called out, kicking his legs again, accidentally hitting Cody in the process.

Unfortunately for Wooley, that just sent them all laughing again. Crys, who hadn't said a word since Cody arrived, was now struggling to breath, curled into a ball on the floor.

"What the kriff did I miss?"

Cody turned to see Waxer now standing in the open doorway, a bandage wrapped neatly around his hand.

Cody leaned his back against the wall, sparing a glance at Wooley. "Seems your tooka caused a bit of chaos in your absence."

Waxer chuckled to himself before walking over to Wooley, grabbing his leg and yanking hard. Wooley slid free from the vent and Waxer landed on his ass, wincing as his bandaged hand hit the floor.

Wooley rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling before getting up and launching himself at Boil who practically screamed. Wooley wrestled his vod to the floor. "This is for not getting me out, you karking di'kut!" He yelled as he put Boil in a headlock.

No one came to Boil's rescue and he squirmed to attempt to free himself.

Cody didn't move from his spot against the wall, content to watch the chaos unfold.

Wooley released Boil and latched himself to Longshot who started screaming at Crys to help him. Crys was of no help, still fighting to catch his breath.

Waxer stood up, stopping beside his Commander and his vode rolled around on the floor. "Should we-?"

"Nah," Cody interrupted. "They'll figure it out,"

Cody's attention was quickly drawn back to the vent as a soft meow was heard. Beside his foot the tabby tooka, also watching the chaos it had unknowingly caused.

"There's the little shit!" Wooley's voice called out.

"GET IT!"

Another attack this time on @mothsmeadow ! He looks like he’d tear up a dance club lol. Hope you like it!