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It’s Not a Plot Hole, It’s Foreshadowing

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It’s Not a Plot Hole, It’s Just Something That They Opted Not to Spoon-feed You Because It Would Be Obvious If You Thought About It For 20 Seconds

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It May Be a Plot Hole, But It Still Works In Terms of the Story’s Themes and Character Logic

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Okay, It Is a Plot Hole, What Are You Going to Do, Cry about It?

Literally me and my dnd party

wake up besties, new meme format just dropped

“The question isn’t who’s going to let me; it’s who’s going to stop me?”

— Ayn Rand

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR MOSS!!!!!!! UR AN OLD MAN NOW!! i hope u have a fantastic wonderful day bc u deserve only the best :)) can i pls get. spectres / rebels modern au. with fluff :)

THANK YOU BELOVED

only a week late!! BUT. here!

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"I've changed my mind," Kanan says. "Letting you get me into archery was the best decision I've ever made."

Hera snorts from behind him, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and moving her hands down to his waist. She presses her hips closer to his and a kiss to his jaw, then starts correcting his posture.

"Elbow down, love." She taps it and Kanan moves down so it's level with his chin. "I am fully aware that you wanted me to do this in a sexy way, just so you know, but I'm too invested in making sure your form is good."

"You focus on my form, I'll focus on the horny," Kanan jokes, waggling his eyebrows in such an endearingly dumb fashion that Hera can't help but kiss him.

"Maybe if we both focus on your form you might actually hit something," Hera teases. Kanan gasps, faux offended, and proceeds to lament at how horribly his wife treats him.

"Such cruelty from such a pretty woman," he bemoans. "I can't believe you'd treat me like this. This is homophobia and racism and sexism. I have been hate-crimed."

Hera outright laughs at that, dropping her hold on Kanan so that she can double over and use her hands to try to muffle her laughter. "Racism," she giggles. "I'm from Haiti, you dumb fuck."

"And I'm Latino, what's your point?" Kanan shoots back, a grin on his face. "Racism, I tell you. You are conspiring to bully me over my terrible archery skills because I'm Latino and you're not."

"Bozhe moy," comes a tired, Russian voice. "They're at it again, Zeb."

Hera looks behind her, a wide smile on her face. Aleksandr Kallus, Zeb's mysterious Russian boyfriend whom Hera is fairly sure is ex-FSB, is walking over to them with a pistol at his waist, his ear defenders round his neck, and Zeb's arm round his hips. Ezra trails behind them, looking dejected.

Ezra was adopted when he was seven and Hera and Kanan were each twenty. He'd been a surly, snappish kid, traumatised by the deaths of his parents only a few months before his adoption. He could've been Kanan's kid by birth, with how similarly they act.

"First you don't let me shoot and then I have to see Mom and Dad being all gross?" The fourteen-year-old complains. "Sabine would let me have a gun."

"No she wouldn't," Aleksandr says firmly. "After lunch I will teach you the air rifle - will that make you feel better?"

Ezra whoops, doing a strange little dance Zeb had taught him the first time they'd met. He's never truly grown out of it - not that Hera cares, she actually really likes the fact that Ezra feels comfortable enough around them to express his happiness - and it makes Zeb smile.

"Don't point the arrow at your feet!" Aleksandr snaps at Kanan, who starts and lifts the bow back up. "If you shoot your foot then you will have problems walking for a very long time."

"Bloody KGB," Kanan teases. He slowly relaxes the bow and takes the arrow out of the nock, putting it back into Hera's quiver.

"That's racist," Aleksandr says, folding his arms and looking at Kanan with an unflinching expression. Kanan stares back, baffled, and Aleksandr's eyebrow twitches from the effort he goes through to hold in his laughter.

Hera watches it click in Kanan's head; he yelps, smacking Aleksandr with his bow. "You are the only white person here!" Kanan retorts, laughing. "This has got to be the most ethnically diverse family in existence!"

And because Hera loves riling him up: "Technically Aleksandr adds to the diversity of the group, love."

Kanan groans.

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send a (belated) birthday writing prompt?

Obi-Wan wanders off in the middle of important meetings cause someone comes in with a baby. Can he hold the baby? Why is it so small? Can he give it lil kisses on it’s dumb head? Can he bless it like a fairy of old??? Can he keep the baby?? Can he at least show it to Anakin?

Master Poof has banned infants from important meetings because it distracts Kenobi, Tyvokka, AND Mace and occasionally Yoda and Yaddle if they’re old enough to yammer at people.

Babies only allowed in the council chambers and meeting rooms if they’re needed for that meeting, thank you.

Mentally combining the "bees are unionized and will leave if they don't like their working conditions" post with the various "humans stow away on alien spaceships and do the jobs that are too dangerous for more fragile species" posts

Clones that would have loved the idea of having a little sister(Omega)

Waxer (he would spoil her and get her a pet)

Boil (pretends he's annoyed by a younger sibling but absolutely adores her)

Cody (the most gentle brother ever. He's use to scared shinies. He knows how to comfort younger siblings)

Tup (he would teach her how to take care of her hair and would braid it all the time)

Kix (she was a medical assistant. They would get along so well! He would help teach her more)

Hardcase (is goofy and is always making her laugh)

Dogma (scared shitless that he's gonna mess up somehow. Almost cries when Omega first hugs him)

Fives (he would be a bad influence but bring her on adventures)

Jesse (is accompanying Fives and Omega on adventures)

Hevy (goes to 99 to ask how to care for his little sister. Is completely clueless about everything)

Droidbait (will sneak around with her. Will immediately take all the blame if caught)

Cutup (Assumes Fives knows how to care for a child because he practically is one. Ends up also going to 99 for advice)

Bly (immediately wants to show her the entire galaxy and takes her to meet Ayla)

Fox (extremely over protective. You even look at his little sister wrong, you will never be seen again)

Thorn ("I have a sister?!?!" Starts showing her around and buying her snack)

Hound (Grizzer absolutely adores her. Omega always comes to say hi to both of them)

Thire ("I've only known Omega for a day but if anything were to happen to her, I would kill everyone on Corruscant and then myself-")

Wolffe (extremely protective older brother)

Boost (reminds him of Ahsoka. Will protect her at any cost)

Sinker (also is reminded of Ahsoka. Drags Boost and Omega on snack runs)

All of them. They would have all loved a little sister.

Humans are weird thing: Hiccups

I don't know if this has been done, but the first time a human gets hiccups when on an alien crew.

It is meal time and suddenly one human who finished eating faster than the others makes a loud sound that has yet to be documented. At first the aliens think that human Mike got suddenly excited and did a strange shout, but that possibility is thwarted when the sound is repeated. Human Mike scowls at the other humans who have started snickering at him.

Perhaps it is an angry noise? Why is Human Mike angry though? He did not show signs of it previously, and nothing has happened between eating and the noise to make him angry. Why must human emotions be so confusing?

"Try drinking water upside-down." Human Dawn suggests randomly, "That's what we always do where I grew up."

"No do NOT drink water upside-down!" An alien crew mate panics. "Doing so could cause you to choke and die!"

"NO!!!" All the aliens who have experience with humans shout at the crew mate who told Human Mike not to do it.

Everyone knows not to tell a human not to do something. It's the first rule in the handbook. They all sigh in resignation at the smirking humans.

Human Mike gets out of his seat, raises his arms, and flips to stand on his hands. Human Dawn who suggested the action is already prepared with her bottle of water. His body wobbles as he hiccups again, and she quickly pours it in his mouth.

There is a tense silence as the entire room watches. A moment later there is another hiccup large enough to send Human Mike tumbling to the floor, cursing loudly at his misfortune. The aliens breathe in relief, a higher up taking the new recruit out of the room for a refresher course on rule number one of dealing with humans.

Throughout the rest of the day, the other humans could be found trying to scare the hiccupping Human Mike with varying degrees of success. The hiccups finally stopped when Human Mike was trying to hold his breath, and Human Josh came up behind him and slammed into his back to scare him. It caused him to choke, yet he seemed grateful to Human Josh anyway.

150 word challenge! Eddie has to watch Hermes and Tom while the dads are out! We need more Eddie interactions lol

150 words exactly!! I'm proud of this one! It's a lot harder than I thought to finish a whole idea/scene in so few words. But it was a good sort of challenging!

"Grandpa Eddie! Grandpa Eddie!"

"Yes, Hermes?" the man questioned, snagging the child off the ground to stop the constant running. Hermes giggled as Eddie pulled them further and further into the air.

"Tom wants a snack! He's hungry," Hermes claimed.

"Oh, Tom wants a snack? Not you?"

"Me too! Me too, Grandpa Eddie!"

"Well, we should go ask your brother what he wants for his snack, shouldn't we?"

Hermes barely hesitated before agreeing. "Yeah, Tom can choose the snack!"

The child in Eddie's arms began wriggling around to escape the hold. The grandfather released Hermes, only to watch them speed off in the direction of their brother.

"Hey Tom-tom, what snack do you want?"

"Snack? Can have juice? And carrots?"

"Of course you can have juice and carrots, Tom," Eddie agreed easily, ruffling the small child's hair gently, eliciting a grin from the boy. "Do you want the same, Hermes?"

"Yes, please!"

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?