QueerNoob

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[queernoob]

So obviously I did not make my deadlines for Whumptober 😅 sorry but work, trophy hunting and travelling to a convention this weekend got in the way.

I will be finishing up the rest of my planned fics once I return home and have the time to write them. I want to have them all up by the end of the year ☺️

Thanks for your patience, y'all! I'll have more to post on Ao3 soon!

[dailycatsblog]

[flammabel]

Ok! So this is obviously not Cal, but I've been playing Outlaws over the last month or so and have become extremely attached to ND-5. 😅🥰 Photomode is fun and I wanted to share some of my shots! What better place than my screenshot blog. And it's still Star Wars. Cal was kind enough to spare a bit of my brain space for one more blorbo 😉

ND-5 | Star Wars Outlaws

My fav commando droid in a duster ❤️

[gromqueer]

sometimes writing fanfiction is like building a fire because you're cold but then you find out more people are also cold so they gather around the fire and you all warm up together and then someone else builds a fire and you visit their fire and so no matter where you go, which fandom it is, what concept someone may be looking for, someone out there has a fire for you

[gromqueer]

sometimes writing fanfiction is like building a fire because you're cold but then you find out more people are also cold so they gather around the fire and you all warm up together and then someone else builds a fire and you visit their fire and so no matter where you go, which fandom it is, what concept someone may be looking for, someone out there has a fire for you

[stealingpotatoes]

ok everyone hear me out,

[stealingpotatoes]

they're actually also the empire's no.1 defence against homophobia accusations from jedi during pride month <3

[stealingpotatoes]

ok everyone hear me out,

[stealingpotatoes]

they're actually also the empire's no.1 defence against homophobia accusations from jedi during pride month <3

[lgbtqiatext]

[cieleniti]

Cal Kestis was never made to fit.

As a Youngling, he learned his head is not always occupied by his thoughts alone. Echoes from unsuspecting nooks and crannies (and war) overload his brain, baring to him everything they once were, and forcing his mind to compute emotions too strong, too heavy. He had desperately wished, at the time, that it was his own feelings that were too big for his body.

After his Master dies, his lightsaber is twice the size of his own. It hangs heavy on his waist, bruising the sides of his thigh. It's foreign, unsuitable, a tragic reminder that drags his weight down yet he finds himself clinging to it like a child during the coldest nights on Bracca. No matter how many times his palms encircle the hilt, it would never fit the way it should.

His first poncho was five sizes too big. Prauf, like every other Scrapper, was living hand to mouth. "You'll grow into it" he insisted, a quiet muffled chuckle betraying his amusement as the heavy material hovered by his ankles. Cal is thirteen and his face itches from the cold, but the poncho is warm and it reminds him distantly of home. Cal never grew as big as Prauf, and the poncho still hangs past his shoulders, a few sizes too big.

Cal is seventeen and the names of a thousand Force Sensitives rests in his palm. He's seventeen, and the future of his kind is compacted into a single Holocron stained by bloodshed. His gut twists and turns with uncertainty and fevor and deep fatigue from the lengthy chase and almost getting his insides boiled, and he desperately wants to reach out snd grab that opportunity for a future. But Cal is seventeen, and can give nothing more to these children than their freedom. He's seventeen and he is unfit to guide the new Order, and it gnaws at him.

He's seventeen and he doesn't fit into this found family who place their needs over the Fight. So he leaves to find a place where he could fit as if being one of the last of his kind would allow him such mercy.

He's twenty-two and his emotions eventually settle as the sounds of battle become white noise and bodies become numbers. He is angry and betrayed, and loathing himself and losing himself, but the need to Fight thrums like electricity under his skin. He's twenty-two and he no longer fits into the mold of the old Jedi Order. He is not them, something in between.

Something that could never fit, but Cal Kestis was never made to, anyway.

[renif]

decisions

[animatedjen]

(No spoilers) I just finished the new Bond game, and I think he has the same ability to not have broken bones as Cal.

Things 007 First Light's James Bond and Cal Kestis have in common:

Facial scar

Lost loved ones (multiple times)

Introduces self with full government name

Seventeen shattered ribs from fall damage

Seriously they each have three concussions and no unbroken bones

Uses tech/droid skills to navigate environment

Blends in with the flimsiest of disguises

Quips at enemies (only after killing them)

Ridiculously good aim

Did I mention seventeen shattered ribs

[daughter-of-sapph0]

happy pride

[lindleland]

[learningtogirl]

I've seen this clip many times, but never really appreciated the power of "what was her problem?" Just casually assuming that lesbians come in a wide variety of shapes and being inclusive. As a transbian who is probably still closer to Homer shaped than to my ideal, that's huge!

[soyalexnajera]

[a7estrellas]

PEDRO PASCAL The Puppy Interview | Buzzfeed

[steveyockey]

affirmations they will not kill me at work today. it is not in my job description to get killed. if they did kill me at work that would be weird and probably not worth it for them

[guidinlights]

[flammabel]

~Cal Kestis & Bode Akuna

[ororium-z]

Happy Pride!

[rootbeergoddess]

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

[thesaltofcarthage]

I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.