#im emoting

[spacecaced]

thanks to whoever did the costumes for The Iceman Job cause the beads braided into eliots hair are sending me

[gospelofme]

Wolffe’s Morning Routine

Wolffe had developed a habit of waking an hour earlier than Rex and Cody did. It was his time to enjoy an activity he found oddly relaxing. Exercise. Whenever he was stressed or angry, he would run or do some strength training and workout until he no longer felt those emotions.

He dressed in a light top and shorts, standard issue PT gear. He put on some running shoes, a pair he had had for a couple months now. New running shoes were such a nice thing to have. He did some light stretching once outside his barracks and started at a light jog that soon quickened into a steady run. He usually ran from the barracks, to the hangers and around to the barracks the Jedi stayed in, and back to his own barracks. The total distance was a mile and was a decent length for a quick morning run. Some days he’d run it twice.

The sun was just barely peeking near the horizon. Wolffe enjoyed the cool air and the relative solitude. He passed some troopers on guard duty and others who were out for a run like himself. He neared the hangers and took a peek in as he passed by, the aircraft looking creepily still in the darkness. Soon the hangers would start to liven up but right now they were empty.

He crossed the tarmac, empty except for a couple drop ships. He found this practice soothing. All he could hear was his own breathing and his steady footsteps. It was the most peaceful part of his day really. He neared the Jedi barracks and noticed someone sitting on a bench outside of the building. General Plo enjoyed a cup of tea as he sat. Wolffe knew his General enjoyed to watch the sunrise. As he passed by, a couple pleasantries were exchanged.

“Commander.”

“General.”

And that was that. He liked General Plo for that reason. He spoke only when it was necessary and what he said was usually what people needed to hear.

He ended up back at his barracks and dropped to the ground. He positioned himself for a quick set of push-ups, easily doing 100 reps. Piece of cake. He stood and stretched again before heading back inside.

Once showered and dressed in his pristine armor, helmet on, he flipped the lights and blared an air horn. Some of his men tumbling from their bunks.

“Alright kiddies, time for breakfast!” He screamed, he enjoyed this part of his day as well.

Extra

Once showered and clean, Wolffe brushed his teeth. He happened to glance at his reflection in the mirror. He tried to avoid his reflection but this time he couldn’t. He looked at his cybernetic eye and a memory popped up.

He had been recovering from losing his eye, trying to avoid looking under the bandage that covered the wound. The thought of a missing eye made him sick. He was also afraid. Afraid of his future in the Army. He had heard and seen brothers losing an eye or an arm or leg. They had been removed from active service and given a desk job. While that wasn’t horrible, it was not for him. He would’ve spiraled down the rabbit hole of depression if it wasn’t for the voice of his General breaking the murmur outside.

“Absolutely not. Commander Wolffe is essential to the Pack. They need their Leader.” Plo’s voice was authoritative and his word was absolute. Within moments, the General was sitting at his bedside and explaining the game plan. A cybernetic eye.

“But, sir...there’s no reason for them to approve me for one. I’m replaceable.” Wolffe said, trying to sound resigned but Plo picked up on the sadness.

“You’re not replaceable Wolffe. Not you and not the other pack members.” Plo said quietly after looking at him for a moment. The General carefully removed the bandage to check his Commander’s wound. There wasn’t too much damage done to the surrounding tissue, so a cybernetic eye would fit perfectly. Plo would make sure he would get that eye for his Commander, even if he had to pay for it himself.

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[the-faultofdaedalus]

humans are made of stories! that’s all we are! we’re collections of experiences and circumstance and pure, terrifying coincidence, and we gave ourselves the words to share the stories that we are with eachother, we gave ourselves the ability to combine stories, to make more stories, to create entire fabrications of worlds that do not exist

we ask the earth, the rocks, old, old trees, what was it like, when you were young, what walked here, what lived here, how did they move, how did they sound, did they sing? everything that science IS is just, trying to discover all the stories that are, right now, hidden from us. we dig up bones and put faces to them. we find carvings on trees and rocks and we connect with the people who put them there. 

we look to the stars and say, hey, hello, is anyone out there, do you have any stories? and we are writing our own story on the surface and beneath and above of our little planet, of our little punctuation in the cosmos. 

there’s never going to be a grand unified story, one web of knowledge and words and music and buildings and art and math that sums up the entirety of the universe, start to end. or maybe there already is one, maybe that’s all this world is: a story, being told to itself, but either way, we’re never going to be able to understand it. 

we’re too big, too small, too fast and too slow, to be able to understand even a tiny, tiny fraction of the universe’s story. even humanity: we’ll never know the whole of our own story, we’ll never have the words, or the space, or the time for any one of us to know it all, but.

we can make a mark on it

on humanity, on the universe

we’re all part of this story. good or bad. brief or long. big or small. we all have an impact, and every single impact matters. it does. we do. 

we’re still all part of the story. 

whatever part you tell, it’s essencial. 

[aberfaeth]

OK IVE FINISHED THE EP AND IM HAVING THOUGHTS

1. kristen and gorgugs friendship is all that matters to me. i am openly weeping

2. EMILY REALLY SAID ABERFAETH RIGHTS. SHE WENT AND SAID ABERFAETH RIGHTS

3. brennan if good things don’t start happening to aelwen abernant im going to eat your dice

4. not to be a lame gay bitch but like. fabian and riz’s banter this ep. “he really grows on you.” “you’re the only one i want to see dancing.” riz volunteering to go with fabian and gorgug. FABIAN CALLING HIM RIZ. its all coming together.jpg

5. im the president of the ayda aguefort fanclub and also the arthur aguefort fanclub like we stan a dramatic motherfucker

6. i love fabian’s weird grandpa and his inability to say things normal

7. BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN IF YOU DONT GIVE AELWEN ABERNANT THE CHANCE AT REDEMPTION SHE DESERVES

[folieassdeux]

just...the doctor knows the master...she knows he's playing his game, she knows he wont tell her why he burned gallifrey, she knows he revels in the killing, she knows hes still angry, will always be angry, she knows nothing will ever be enough for him

[gizkasparadise]

the last jedi is going to be so good ;;

[cashmure]

so what's your story? my story? what happened to you?

between you and me, you look like you've got more problems than me.

THIS IS VERY VICTORS CODED

[jeanmoreaun]

ugh not to be sappy but feelings? aint it