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some ezra bridger in these trying times?
a duo we DESERVE MORE OF !!!!
drew this instead of doing homework
droid jail for the war criminal
Just the boy and a loth-cat as it should be 🫶🫶
Too proud of this drawing not to post it
Been absolutely obsessed with the rebels gang lately, I'll probably end up drawing them more
I miss them :’(
Ma queen 🧡
Please give me Thrawn venting to Eli and Yularen about Pryce and then they gang up on her I NEED IT
hera is officially the only functioning person, ever
Locate the man
@ace-delyn @bones-sprouts you don't watch rebels but you should follow the silly goofy
it's been 1992 fucking days since ezra bridger was last seen
I remember reading this and thinking, "hmmm he's clearly more violent here than he is in Rebels. It's a bit jarring to see. However, this is the funniest dialogue I've ever read."
"Now hear this," he yelled to the dozens of patrons crowding the big cantina. "I have had enough of today. Anyone who hassles me goes to the medcenter." "The Empire closed the medcenter!" someone yelled. "Correction: Anyone who hassles me goes to the morgue. That is all."
A New Dawn - John Jackson Miller
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?
happy new year 🌟🎇
✨happy master-padawan moments✨
You're amazing, all of your works deserve a smooch and every time I see them I just wanna snuggle up to my phone and hug it and cry into my pillow
Totally didn't take me days just to say this
It did ;;
Hiki!! ♥ I totally didn't see this ask until now, I'm so sorry,,,
Here is an Ezra I never really shared on my art blogs but you get a special boi for this heartwarming message (seriously melts my heart each time I reread it)
I'm looking forward to spending more time with you my friend and I believe in you ♥♥ Stay awesome, friend
The Spy and the Rebel
I’m on the surface of diving back into their tag on AO3 just from doodling them
hello there. I love your art. Anyway would you draw any star wars rebels characters like Sabine or chopper.
They may look cute but make no mistake: they are stuck (chopper tied the scarf)
My latest Clone Wars OC a bit of info on her...
Name: Naika Uwir "Mali"- Post Order 66
Name Meaning: Heroine
Nicknames: Commander Lil' Star/ Lil' Star/Padawan/Kid/ Ka'ra
Age: 12-Pre Clone Wars 13/14- Clone Wars 15- End of Clone Wars
Gender/Pronouns: Female She/Her
Height: 5.3 ft
Species: Miralian
Lightsaber: Curved handle, Lime green color
Skills: Force Abilities, agility, speed, observant
Affiliation: TCWS- Jedi Order/Republic Jedi Padawan to Lyenla Nimu
Personality: Smart, Creative, Headstrong, Loyal, Bold, Out-spoken, Curious, Brave, Adventurous, Sassy, Inquisitive, Compassionate, Reliable, Trust-Worthy, Free-spirited
Jedi Master: Lyenla Nimu OC
Mentors (Aside from her master): Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker/Luminara Unduli, Jocasta Nu, Depa Billaba
Friends (Clone Wars, Bad Batch, and Rebels Era): Ahsoka Tano/Caleb Dume/Barriss Offee/Wish OC/ Kimimela OC/ Zuri OC/Daav OC/Zayan OC/Fives/ Echo/ Flare OC/ Omega/Hunter/ Tech/ Wrecker/ Crosshair/ Rex/ Cody/ Hardcase/ Kix/ Jesse/ Waxer/ Boil/ Most of the 501st and 212th, Hera, Kanan, Zeb, Ezra, Sabine
Enemies: Separatists/Sith/ Empire/ Palpatine
Note: Below is Lyenla Nimu, Naika's master. I posted her picture previously but here it is anyway.
What caused the Rwandan Genocide? - Susanne Buckley-Zistel
Im the wolf among us anon and im gonna die. Why was i right he just let loose jfc
this is exactly how it happened probably totally,
THE SEVEN TYPES OF LOVE
The human existence is vast and rich. Feelings, in particular, seem endless and varied. How can one define all that encompass what humans mean when they say love?
Philosophers in ancient Greece decided we could not. Which is why they decided to specify the type of love they referred to when they said love by categorizing them into seven major types.
Eros – Passionate, Romantic Love
Philia –Friendly, Affectionate Love
Storge –Familial, Unconditional Love
Agape – Selfless, Universal Love
Ludus – Playful, Flirtatious Love
Pragma – Dutiful, Committed Love
Philautia – Love of Self
1. Eros – Passionate Love
Eros is passionate love, and everything we think of when we think of the Hollywood version of love. To the ancient Greeks, this physical, desirous love could be dangerous. Powerful and possessive, it is easy to lose control of. Relationships built solely on eros tend to be short-lived, as passion is transient by nature.
It represents the love found in sexual intimacy and romance.
2. Philia –Friendly Love
Philia is a friendly love. It is shared goodwill. A friendship that is not only associated with mutual benefit but also with companionship, dependability, and trust.
Real friends seek together to live truer, fuller lives by relating to each other authentically and learning each other’s limitations. They help each other become their best selves.
Essentially, you can think of Philia as the type of love where you simply want the best for another person. The ancient Greeks thought it was even more precious than Eros, the foundation of the best kind of friendship.
3. Storge – Familial Love
Storge is the unconditional love between kin, in particular the love parents have for their children. More broadly, storge is the fondness born out of familiarity or dependency.
It is defined by unconditional acceptance and sacrifice. Compared to eros and philia, it is much less contingent on our personal qualities.
People in the early stages of a romantic relationship often expect unconditional storge, but find only the need and dependency of eros. If they are lucky, given enough time and care, eros can mutate into storge or philia.
4. Agape – Selfless Love
Agape is compassionate love. It is an empathetic, selfless love for others that includes a love for other humans, for nature, or for a higher power.
It doesn’t depend on familiarity. Instead, it is the love for the stranger or the unknowable. Agape has links to altruism, which is understood as an unselfish, genuine concern for the welfare of others. It is a love that expects absolutely nothing in return, and in turn, just makes you feel good.
A lot of people consider agape to be a spiritual love, expressed through meditation, nature, intuition, and spirituality.
5. Ludus – Playful Love
Ludus is playful love. Flirtatious, seductive and non-committal—Ludus is all about having fun. The point of this love is the experience itself rather than the feelings.
Ludus is evident at the beginning of a relationship, when we feel full of play, teasing, and excitement.
Dancing, seducing, will-he-won't-he and all that jazz, it can lead to a one-night stand, a no-strings-attached fling, or a long and casual relationship. As long as there is a sense of play and levity from both parties, it is ludus, an uncomplicated sort of love.
6. Pragma – Dutiful Love
Pragma is a practical love founded on reason, duty and the couple’s long-term interests. Sexual attraction takes a back seat in favor of shared goals, compatibility, and "making it work." The higher common purpose is served, rather than the individual's desires.
In the simplest of terms, it is long-term and works thanks to constant nurturing. It is seen in long-term marriages and friendships. Respect is fundamental, as is serving the purpose of the union. Its qualities are commitment, endurance, companionship, and sharing similar hopes for the future.
This type of love is an accepting love that matures as the couple spends year after year together. It can be associated with storge or philia. A healthy pragma is sincere, patient, mature, and in all honesty, quite rare (and therefore special).
7. Philautia – Self Love
Finally, philautia is self-love. It is based on a sense of self-worth. It can be healthy or unhealthy.
Unhealthy self-love is akin to hubris. In Ancient Greece, people could be accused of hubris if they placed themselves above the gods, or, like certain modern politicians, above the greater good. Philosophers believed that hubris was the enemy and led to destruction.
Healthy self-love, on the other hand, is akin to self-esteem, which is our cognitive and also emotional appraisal of our own worth. More than that, it is the matrix through which we think, feel, act, and reflect on the way we relate to ourselves, to others, and to the world.
In everyday language, "self-esteem" and "self-confidence" tend to be used interchangeably. However, self-esteem and self-confidence do not always go hand in hand. In particular, it is possible to be highly self-confident and yet to have profoundly low self-esteem, as is the case, for example, with many performers and celebrities.
Of all of the different kinds of love, this one is often the most challenging for people. However, it is foundational to the other types of love. Ancient Greeks saw philautia as the necessary love that made it possible to give and receive love from other people. We cannot give what we don’t have. And so, we cannot love others if we don’t love ourselves first.
Philautia, therefore, is something like self-compassion. Much like we show affection and love to other people, it is important to show that affection to ourselves, to be compassionate to one’s self and able to forgive.
Greek philosophers believed that true happiness could only be achieved when one had unconditional love for themselves, which makes it possible to love others truly in turn.
The Seven Loves
In closing, there is, of course, a kind of porosity between the seven types of love, which seep and pass into one another. Some philosophers believed love aimed at beautiful and good things, because the possession of beautiful and good things is happiness, and happiness is good and beautiful in itself.
Of all good and beautiful things, the best, most beautiful, and most dependable is truth or wisdom. It teaches us about ourselves, about others, and about life, which help us make better choices through this greater understanding and therefore live better lives.
We tend to agree.
Love, in all its forms, is one of the most powerful emotions in the world.
Note:
Our sources are below in order of credibility, but this exploration of the different types of love is in our own words and based on both our reading and our own understanding of the concepts.
Early Greek philosophy
Platonic Love
Love like a Greek: the 7 loves according to Ancient Greek philosophy
These Are the 7 Types of Love
7 Types Of Love (from Greek)
What Are the 7 Types of Love?
Because you love me… (Coriolanus Snow x Fem! Reader)
(Heavily based on a TikTok Audio!)
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(Summary: Coriolanus and you were in love that was until you found out he had killed Lucy Gray & Sejanus. That's until you meet again 3 years later)
Word Count: 845
(Warning: Bad Writing💀,Typical Hunger games themes, guns mentioned, Sejanus and Lucy Gray death mentioned, sexual themes)
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You loved him but when you found out he had killed Lucy Gray and sent Sejanus to the hanging tree. You hated yourself for it. For loving him and caring for him so you ran and hid. One rainy afternoon off a beaten trail you were sure he wouldn't find you. You stayed there for weeks until you thought it was safe and when you finally decided to return back to the covey it turned out he had already been sent home.
It was 3 years before you saw him again. Somebody had taken interest in one of your fashion pieces a year after he had left. Which had land you in the capital little did they know you had joined the rebellion. You were sick of kids killing kids and for what? What purpose?
It was a summer night at a gala, when rebels attacked which you had not known was going to happen to busy sewing people's dresses for said event and in your mincts of hiding. Hiding so they don't think you're apart of it but in that very room Y/n would come face to face with Coriolanus the boy she had loved once. Who was now pointing a gun at her.
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"I was wondering when I'd see you again.." Coriolanus said. Holding the gun directly at her. Y/n froze Turing around seeing the scene bestowed upon her.
She remembered when he had promised her that he would never hurt her but a lot can change in just 3 years. Y/n thought for a moment before taking a deep breath.
"You mean you're actually going to kill me?" Y/n said, shaking as she saw Coriolanus pointing a gun at her.
All he did was stare with eyes that said he would do just that. It had been years since either of you saw each other. Since you left him.. all he could do was stare.
"Well.. go ahead.." She said, looking at him.
Coriolanus looked at her slightly shocked. But not lowering the gun. "I'll do this my own way..."
"You won't do it.." y/n said, realising the clarity of what they both still felt for each other.. even if they both denied it.
"You can't pull the trigger.."
Slowly and hesitantly coming in front of him with the gun against her chest.
"You can't pull it because you still love me.." Coriolanus froze, looking her in the eyes.
"I-it takes a very Brave and a Very Cold man to do that...Coriolanus..." Y/n said, now fully in front of him.
She knew he was cold.. but if he still felt something other that pure hatred he wouldn't do it..
Coriolanus eyes looked into hers and a million thought running through his head.
"I don't think you can..." y/n said with tears she did not realize perking in her eyes. "Isn't that true?"
But as the gun stayed where it was Y/n let out a shaky breath before closing her eyes letting the silent tears fall as she awaited the bang that would end it all.. but for her to hear the safety click back on and the gun being pulled away and thrown onto the table nearby. Her eyes widened in shock as she was pulled into a kiss.
She pushed him away to look at him taking in his features, he had grown more handsome his hair now combed perfectly... but his eyes stayed the same showing the same emotion from those years ago. The love, passion they had once had.
"It's True.." Coriolanus said, almost aggravated and desperate.
Before he pulled her back into another kiss and she let him even deepen the kiss fuelling the passion. He backed you up into a wall if anyone would come in you would be sheltered. Her leg was on his hip her dress bunched up. Clothes became undone. Panties pushed to the side. Neither of you need to say more. Yes, there was a lot to say but nothing could compare to the raw passionate love that had been lost and was now found. The only sound was from both of your lips. Whether it was from splotchy wet kisses or the pleasure becoming overbearing. You both came undone a short while later.
Before Coriolanus snuck you both out hand in hand taking you to his private penthouse apartment where the night continued between silky soft expensive sheets. Going into the wee early hours of the morning until exhaustion overtook the both of you. Laying side by side wrapped in each other's arms. Falling into a blissful sleep. Putting the worries of the future behind and basking in each other's embrace. Waiting for morning to come where you had to face reality.
The Jabba the Hutt cameo really caught me off gaurd this episode
